This is the second of a new series. The title of the series is Circle of Friends.
Disclaimer: This story involves sexual situations between consenting mature adults, and is therefore intended for mature audiences. No one under the age of 18 or in an area where such material has been deemed unacceptable should read any further. This story is fiction and the characters involved are not meant to represent the lives of any individuals living or dead. Any resemblance is coincidental. This story deals with homosexual relationships, and expressions of love. If this offends you, then again, you should read no further. Otherwise, enjoy.
Circle of Friends Episode 1: Let's go Clubbing.
"Let's go out," suggested Mark.
It was late Sunday evening and Jon & Mark were in the living room of their apartment watching Gladiator on DVD. Jon was sprawled out on the couch while Mark was stretched out in the new La-Z-Boy he just brought. Jon would've been quite content to stay at home watching movies and drinking, something he'd been doing for the better part of the evening.
"Sure why not?" replied Jon. "What'cha want to do?"
"Let's go to a club or something," replied Mark. "For some reason I feel like dancing."
Ordinarily Jon wasn't a club person. He wasn't too keen on the combination of loud music and drunken people. He always did manage to have fun though usually from noticing the various club patrons and having a private laugh at their expense. Having been drinking for the better part of the afternoon tonight had the potential to be a very fun evening.
"So where do you want to go?" asked Jon.
"How about the Maximum?" answered Mark.
"The Maximum!" replied Jon a little taken back.
"Yeah, some people from work are going. They're suppose to be having a show tonight and I think I'm appropriately drunk enough to go," replied Mark.
Jon never thought that Mark might be gay but "The Maximum" or "the Max" was one of the local gay clubs. From what Jon had heard, the Max was the hottest club in town. It had several dance floors and a lot of straight people patronized it because of the music and atmosphere but he never thought Mark would suggest it.
That wasn't the only thing that Jon was thinking about. When he first came to grips with his sexuality he'd ventured out to the Max as well as a couple other gay clubs. What if someone he'd met on those few occasions recognized him and wanted to talk. How would he explain that to Mark?
Granted all of this happened long before he moved in with Mark but Jon was a private individual. To look at him you would never suspect that sexually he preferred guys to girls. It wasn't that he felt the need to hide it, he just never felt the need to make it known to everyone. As far as he knew none of his friends knew. No one had asked him and if they had they might have been surprised with the answer they got. Jon rationalized that it had been over 2 years since the last time he was at 'the Max' and the last time he barely stayed an hour having talked to only a couple people before calling it a night.
"Okay whatever," replied Jon still a little bewildered. "What kind of show?"
"A Drag Show," answered Mark. "One of the ladies at work said that her, her husband, and some more friend had been to one and it was simply amazing the costumes, the voices, everything."
Jon replied, "You're lucky I'm a little drunk and I don't have class tomorrow."
"Hey I'm the one that's got to be up and at the airport by 10 tomorrow morning for my trip to Toronto to visit my father, but that's not going to keep me from starting my vacation off right," answered Mark.
"Who's going to be the DD for tonight?" ask Mark. "Usual way to decide?"
"On 3. 1, 2, 3," answered Jon.
"Paper covers rock," replied Mark. "You lose, you're the DD."
That put an end to Jon's drinking. The two put off leaving for another hour to let some of the alcohol already in Jon's system work it's way through. Mark on the other hand had a couple more drinks before leaving the apartment and was well on his way to feeling no pain by nights end.
"The show must be really good because this place is packed, especially considering this is a Sunday," remarked Mark once they were inside.
Every dance floor was crowded with people as well as the different bars they had located throughout the place. Mark went off to see if the people from work were there and Jon got a virgin daiquiri from the bar and made his way to an empty table to the right of the stage.
"Couldn't find them?" asked Jon as Mark came to the table with a tall drink in his hand.
"Nope, but it's not surprising with all the people here," answered Mark.
"You'd better watch yourself. You're drinking like a fish and I'm not in the mood to carry you up the steps tonight," replied Jon. "Hey, watch my drink will you? I have to hit the can"
"Sure, no problem" replied Mark. Jon saw Mark and the guy sitting at the table as he was coming from the bathroom but he just assumed it was one of Mark's friends from work. He really wasn't expecting what happened next. As he sat down at the table, Mark put his hand in his hand. Jon didn't pull away but gave Mark a "what the hell are you doing look?" Taking the cue Mark began to explain.
Talking to the guy at the table, Mark said, "Paul, this is my boyfriend Jon. Jon this is Paul he sat down as soon as you left and we've been talking. He said a nice guy like me shouldn't be sitting alone and I tried to tell him I wasn't but he just didn't believe me."
Jon understood completely now and if Paul wasn't at the table Jon would've been laughing his ass off. It was about that time that Jon actually looked at Paul, about 50, 5'9", 255, balding, wire rimmed glasses, gold chains and bracelets. Oh yeah, Mark would definitely hear about this but for now Jon had to play the part.
"I can't seem to leave you alone for a second and you're already trying to replace me," Jon said.
It was about that time that Mark snuggled closer to Jon and said "but you're the only one for me."
Obviously realizing that he wasn't going to get what he had hoped for, Paul stood up and walked off. No sooner than he had rounded the corner did Jon nearly split his sides wide open with laughter. He laughed so hard and so long that he didn't notice how long Mark continued to hold his hand before finally letting it go. Mark still didn't slid back over to his side of the table even with all Jon's laughter.
"I don't think it was that funny," stated Mark as he punched Jon in the arm.
"That's because it happened to you," replied Jon. "It was quite hilarious to me."
Jon spent the next few minutes ragging on Mark and Mark pretending he wasn't hearing anything. Interestingly enough he never did slide back around to the other side of the table.
"He must've thought you were quite the hot little number," joked Jon.
"At least someone does," replied Mark barely audible.
Jon was sure he heard what he heard, but Mark wouldn't repeat it when Jon asked him to. It was about that time that the show started. The show was unlike anything Jon had ever seen. There were some participants that Jon would've never have guessed about and others that were just too obvious. There were still more that were just too funny. He and Mark joked and laughed for the better part of the evening.
Mark meanwhile kept going back and forth to the bar getting drinks and each time he would come back and sit in the chair right beside Jon. Pretty soon it was obvious that contrary to what he'd said before Jon would be helping Mark up the steps tonight and it was then that Jon cut him off. Pretty soon the show was over and Jon aware of Mark's flight in the morning guided his inebriated friend out to the car and headed home. On the drive home, Mark appeared to be in and out of sleep. It was on one of his brief lucid moments that Mark said something that shocked Jon and had him thinking for the rest of the drive.
"You know if that guy had been about 40 lbs lighter, 4 inches taller and driving me home right now he might've had a night to remember."
Jon looked over at Mark after he said it and Mark had a smile on his face that Jon just couldn't read. He couldn't tell if Mark was saying it to get a reaction or if he really was serious. No sooner had Jon glanced away and glanced back over did Mark appear to be out like a light.
Jon passed it off as a joke, but it started his mind to racing nonetheless. Jon had never really thought of Mark like that. He never really thought of his friends in that way. Sure he'd thought about Steven a couple times but that was when they'd first met. He'd even thought about Jerod a couple times, but they were fleeting thoughts. Now here he was with his drunken sleeping roommate in the passenger seat thinking just what it would be like to be with him. Jon kept telling himself that Mark wasn't his type. He preferred big beefy older guys not someone as paper thin as Mark.
However no matter what he told himself his body was thinking something else. He began to feel that usual stirring in his pants and no matter how he tried to distract himself it didn't work. By the time he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex his 8.5" inches was as hard as a rock. Jon was glad it was so late and he'd worn his baggy jeans. He'd simply help Mark into the apartment if needed and once inside retreat to his bedroom and take care of his not so little problem.
"Mark, wake up we're here. Mark. I advise you to wake up because I'm not carrying you."
It took him a minute but he finally came around. Jon knew the combination of alcohol and sleep would definitely keep Mark from making it up the stairs unassisted. Mark did manage to make it out the car but his first couple steps were clumsy and he almost landed on the sidewalk had Jon not slide in to catch him.
"The things I do for friends."
With one arm around Mark's waist and another of Mark's around his shoulder, Jon helped his friend up the steps although carried would be a better description. Jon was surprised at how easily he seemed to be carrying the extra weight. His exercise and weight regiment really must be working. Jon had a little difficulty unlocking the door and keeping Mark from falling over but somehow he managed. Mark finally appeared to be lucid again, but for how long was no telling.
"Mark, you think you can get to your bed without me," asked Jon. "After all I did get you home and inside the apartment. I think that's the end of my duties as a friend. Shoot all that's left would be for me to undress you and put you in bed."
That's when Jon got the second surprise of the night. Sounding more alert than he should've been Mark said, "You could do that too if you want."
"What did you just say?" asked Jon this time unsure of what Mark had said.
Unlike at the club, this time Mark did repeat himself and with a clarity that he shouldn't have had. Looking Jon in the eye he said, "You could undress me too if you want."
Thinking he was joking. Jon replied, "Yeap, you are drunk."
"Actually, I'm not," was Mark's reply. "I actually stopped drinking when you did. I just needed you to think I was drunk if this was to work and if that bulge in your man is an indication. My little plan worked."
Jon just stood there dazed, bewildered, confused and most importantly aroused. He let Mark continue to explain, as this was his show.
"Plan?"
"Yeah, I'm been wanting to do this for a while and tonight everything just seemed to come together like magic. You do know that none of my co-workers were going to show up tonight? That's was just a little story I needed to convince you to go. I figured it would be easy since you were already buzzing earlier. The problem came when you lost at rock-paper-scissors. I had intended to be the DD then get you drunk and see where it led. Luckily I'm a quick thinker and with and some help from a nice understanding gentlemen my plan was saved."
"You mean the entire scene with you and 'Paul' was a sit up?" questioned Jon.
"Yeah, I talked with him when I was suppose to be looking for my co-workers and it just worked out perfect when you had to go to the bathroom."
"I can't believe any of this is happening. What makes you think I'd be interested?"
"You need to learn how to clean out the history file on the computer," Mark replied with a knowing smile.
Jon knew he was busted but that still didn't explain the motivation for such an elaborate plan.
"Okay you know about me, what about you?" asked Jon. "What about Emily? I thought you 2 were a couple."
"We are, but every now and then I like to spread my wings & my legs," replied Mark closing the short distance between he and Jon.
Well said Jon, "This is your show. What now?"
"Now we do what I've wanted to do for quite a while," and with that he planted a small peck on Jon's lips that soon progressed to one helluva kiss.
Jon's mind was reeling off all the reasons why getting it on with Mark wasn't a good idea, but the more he kissed Mark the less he seemed to care. Jon had been kissed before but the passion with which Mark kissed him took his breath away. Mark's tongue was exploring every crevice in Jon's mouth and his hands seemed to be all over Jon's chest and back.
Not to be outdone, Jon rested his hands on Mark's taut little ass using leverage and strength to grind their bodies even closer together. Jon could feel Mark's cock rubbing against his through the cotton material of his khaki's. The feeling was electric and his cock never felt harder.
Since it was Mark's show, it was Mark that made the next move, as he broke the kiss long enough to pull Jon's polo shirt and t-shirt over his head throwing it on the floor. He returned to kiss Jon's lips momentarily before he began a slow kiss down Jon's neck and chest.
With lust in his eyes Mark began to slowly lick on Jon's right nipple. Pretty soon his slow lick turned into sucking & light biting while pinching his other nipple. Mark's talented tongue had Jon groaning.
Stopping momentarily as he switched from one nipple to the other Mark said, "You like that don't you? I can tell you do." With that he gripped Jon's pulsing rod in his hand. He loved the feel of the big weapon in his hand and he could feel the big wet stain it was creating in Jon's pants. The feel of Jon's cock in Mark's hand was like an aphrodisiac; Mark could hardly control himself as he attacked Jon's nipples like a starving man at an oasis. This all served to increase the volume and resonance of Jon's groaning. His hands were roaming all over Mark's back and body.
Mark released Jon's nipple from his mouth and continued his descent down Jon's chest. His hands were busy wrestling with the buttons on Jon's pants. Once they were unbuttoned, Mark had Jon's pants down around his ankles and was staring at the long tube running down the left leg of Jon's boxers. Jon and Mark worked together to get Jon out of his shoes, socks, and pants leaving him standing in front of Mark clad in only his boxers. Cupping the fabric trapping Jon's dick Mark ran his hand up and down the length, amazed at the size and girth. The smell of Jon's arousal was doing things to Mark and try as he might to put off the inevitable, grasping the waistband of the boxers he yanked them down where they were quickly discarded to join the others on strewn across the floor.
No sooner was that big black weapon free then Mark's lips were wrapped around its bulbous head. He could taste all of the precum that was seeping out and into his mouth. The taste was amaze and it set every nerve cell in his body on fire. He knew how the human torch from the Marvel comics felt. It was amazing. Mark knew he would never be able to fit the entire thing into his mouth but he would sure as hell have fun trying.
The moment Mark's tongue touched his cock Jon let out a sigh that he must have been holding for ages. Looking down and seeing his cock easing into the mouth of his roommate had Jon hot as hell. His balls were working overtime as they were pumping a steady stream of precum into Mark's hot mouth. Mark had managed to work over half of Jon's thick 8.5 inches into his mouth and he was slowly picking up speed on his up and down motion. With each upstroke he would flatten his tongue along the vein on the bottom of Jon's cock and then dip the tip into Jon's cockslit before heading back down his shaft. The way Mark was working his cock; Jon knew that Mark had done this before, several times before. Mark worked on Jon's cock for a good 15 minutes, bringing him closer and closer to each time before Jon stopped him.
Grasping Mark by the shoulders, Jon guided Mark off his cock and brought his lips up to meet his in another hot kiss. Jon could taste his precum in Mark's mouth and it only served to heighten his arousal.
Breaking the kiss, Jon said. "My turn."
Unlike Mark who had moved at a teasingly slow pace before, Jon moved with a sense of urgency fueled by lust. He quickly began to unbutton the buttons on Mark's shirt, kissing his neck in the process. Mark equally as hot undid his pants letting both his pants and underwear fall around his ankles were they quickly joined Jon's on the floor. Jon had Mark's shirt off and was treating Mark's nipples to the same treatment his had been treated to earlier. Mark used both of his hands to grasp the back of Jon's head forcing Jon's mouth to devour his nipples with increased ferocity.
Jon's hands left Mark's chest and began to search out his cock. What he found surprised him. Jon could tell when they were grinding earlier that Mark had a nice bulge, but now that he was touching it he could tell he had underestimated his roommate. Jon broke the kiss and looked down at the 8" cock he had in his hand. It wasn't as wide as Jon's but its girth was definitely above average.
"Damn! Where did this come from?" asked Jon taking his gaze away from Mark's cock for a second to look at Mark before returning his gaze to the pole in his hands.
"You should know that not all stereotypes are true," replied Mark. "Like what you see?"
Dropping to his knees Jon plunged Mark's cock into his mouth as far as it could go. Mark was surprised and could only manage a sustain "aaaaahhh."
Backing off Mark's cock, Jon replied, "Does that answer your question."
"Not really I think I need further convincing."
"Okay," and with that Jon proceeded to give Mark one of the best blowjobs he'd ever experienced. Ordinarily Jon could never control his gag reflex enough to deep throat a fat cock, but tonight for some reason was different. With each down stroke Jon buried Mark's cock down his throat and inhaled the intoxicating smell of Mark's crotch. One of Jon's hands were gripping Mark's ball while the other was busy rubbing up and down Mark's hairy legs. Jon had a think about hairy legs and he had to admit that he loved the feel of Marks. Mark had no hair on his chest and only a little on his arms but his legs were like a forest and Jon loved the feel of them. The more he felt them the more excited he became and the faster his strokes became.
It took Mark falling back on the bed, popping his cock free of Jon's talented mouth to slow him down. Jon took the hint and joined Mark on the bed.
"Sorry but I don't want to cum that way," replied Mark. "I want to cum when I feel that big cock of yours creaming the inside of my tight ass."
"Are you sure you can handle this?" asked Jon as one hand was slowly teasing and pinching Mark's nipple while the other wrapped around his 8 and a half inch pole.
"Not really, but I'm willing to give it a try if you are," replied Mark.
Grabbing Jon's dick, "And if this is any indication your answer must be yes."
"I think it's a little to late to say no now, don't you think?" replied Jon.
With that said, Jon began to kiss his way down Mark's body, stopping momentarily at his nipples followed by a quick deep throat of Mark's cock and finally coming to rest Mark's ball. Mark new the next step and brought his legs to his shoulders providing Jon with free access to his rosebud. Mark began contracting and relaxing his ass muscles, winking it at Jon as though just the sight of it wasn't enough enticement.
Mark almost let go of his legs as Jon began to blow warm air across the inviting flesh with each wink. It happened again when he felt the tip of Jon's tongue make contact with his hole. Jon used his tongue to tickle Mark's rosebud with his tongue repeatedly and ever so lightly. Mark still smelled of Irish Spring and the taste was had Jon's neurons in rapid-fire mode. Jon was the type of person to who put his all into everything he did and this was no exception. Jon's rimming had Mark writhing uncontrollably on the bed until Mark had finally had enough.
"Damn it, I want it now. Fuck me. Fuck me raw," screamed Mark.
"Just wanted to hear you say it," replied Jon.
Reaching into the bedside table Mark throw the bottle of KY in Jon's direction. Looking into Mark's eyes Jon applied a generous portion of KY to Mark's still winking rosebud. Then he added another generous portion to his steely black cock. Jon repositioned himself so that he had a better entry angle.
Mark felt the gentle push of the tip Jon's cock as it attempted to gain entrance into the warm confines of his ass. Jon went ever so slow, stopping at the slightest sign of discomfort on Mark's face. They never lost eye contact as Jon searched Mark's face for any sign that Jon was causing Mark any pain. Inch after inch until finally Mark felt the hairs of Jon's crotch rub against his asscheeks and he realized that he had all 8 plus inches in his ass. Jon remained still as Mark adjusted to Jon's length and girth. Mark was amazed at the feeling of fullness he felt. His entire body was tingling and the feeling intensified as Jon withdrew ever so slowly from Mark's ass. Jon withdrew until just the head of his cock was being held tight by Mark's sphincter muscles. With one quick thrust Jon impaled his cock back into Mark's hot hole. Jon managed to hit Mark's prostate head on and the sensation it created set his body on fire.
No wanting this to be a quick fuck, Jon started slowly bending over to kiss Mark as he fucked his tight ass. Jon's cock was exploring every inch of Mark's ass. Because of his size and girth he was able to hit spots that Mark never knew existed but was sure glad they did. His mind was on total sensory overloaded and it got worse when Jon withdrew his cock and plunged headfirst into Mark's prostate.
That did it. Mark could take no more and grabbing onto Jon's ass he begged, "Harder, fuck me harder. Please."
That was all Jon needed to hear as he speeded up to a blistering pace and with each downward stroke on his dick, Mark met him with an upward stroke of his ass. Mark who had previously been moaning and groaning suddenly became very verbal.
"Fuck me. Fuck my ass raw. Damn I need this. Give me that big black dick. Fuck"
Jon looked down to see his big black cock pistoning in and out of Mark's white ass and it was more than he could take. He felt the cum as it started deep in his balls and seemed to exploded out of his balls, up past his prostate and on into his shaft before fire out of his cock like a cannon. With one last plunge deep into Mark's ass, he came. Spurt after spurt after spurt, he just seemed to have a limitless supply of cum and pretty soon he felt it as it began to sip from Mark's freshly and thoroughly fucked ass.
Mark felt Jon's balls as they drew up tight against Jon's hard cock. When Jon made his last plunge into his ass, Mark's cock without having been touched began to match Mark spurt for spurt. Cum was flying everywhere. A couple shots landed on the wall above the bed, a couple more landed in his hair and on his face and the rest made a nice little trail down his chest where it pooled in his crotch as his cock subsided.
Jon collapsed ever so gently on Mark as Mark's cum glued them together. Jon then used his finger to share the cum that had landed on Mark's face.
"Too hot" was all that Mark could manage to say.
"I'll second that" was Jon's reply.
The two never went to sleep that night. After they had an opportunity to wind down they talked about what all this meant. Jon really wasn't looking for a relationship and Mark was already in one. Jon didn't have a problem with it just being a physical thing, but the fact that Mark was in a relationship did bother him. Jon was very big on commitment. It wasn't until Mark told Jon that Emily knew he was bi and in fact so was she. They had a closed relationship with people of the opposite sex, but they were allowed to see people of the same sex. In fact, it was Emily who encouraged Mark to go ahead and make a move on Jon.
The rest of the morning was spent with Mark showing Jon that he could give as well as he gets. Jon suggested they break the apartment in right and Mark happily agreed as the duo sucked and fucked in every room in the apartment as well as the deck. They finished just in time for Mark to get a bath and for Jon to drop him off at the airport to make his flight.
Jon said to Mark before he boarded, "Good thing you'll be gone a week. I'll need that time to rest."
Mark replied, "After what I'm sure will be an uneventful and sexless week with my dad and his new wife, you'll need your strength when I get back."
Author's note: This is the first episode. As mentioned before comments, constructive criticism or ideas are greatly appreciated.
Next episode: Classmate