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Part One -- M&M
Mickey and Martin drunkenly stumbled into the kitchen of the Fowler house and did everything they could not to breakdown in another fit of hysterics. For the past twenty or so minutes absolutely everything had proved to be hilarious to the pair and now they were trying their best to be quiet, of course they needn't have bothered it's not as if there was anyone in the house to wakeup, but the habits of a lifetime are hard to break.
"So where's Rebecca?" Mickey whispered as he dropped down on the sofa in the main room of the house.
"With Dot and Jim..." Whilst Mickey occupied the entire sofa Martin slumped into a beaten armchair and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "This has been fun. Tonight I mean!"
"The nights not over yet Martin!" Mickey propped himself up on his elbows and smiled over in the direction of his mate. "You've got to have some beers or something here..."
"Probably!" Martin carefully and slowly pulled himself up off the armchair and slowly stumbled back in the direction of the kitchen. After a few seconds he reappeared clutching two beer cans and once again stumbled toward his chair, holding out a can for Mickey as he walked. But it turned out that multi-tasking was not something Martin was quite ready for and the concept of walking, balancing and handing a can to Mickey was more then he could take and as he passed the sofa he gave up and fell, landing directly on top of Mickey.
As Martin landed the fits of hysterics started again and both men erupted in laughter, which only grew worse as the beer cans tumbled to the floor! As they laughed the two locked eyes and without warning Martin leaned into Mickey and kissed him. For just a moment the two men were locked in a kiss. It was only as their tongues pushed into each other's mouths that both men pulled away from the kiss and Martin jumped up from the sofa.
"Shit... Mick I'm sorry... It's just I'm drunk and..." And as Martin tried to explain why he'd kissed Mickey he realised that he couldn't. He didn't know why he'd done and he certainly didn't have an excuse, but something about it had just seemed so right.
"Don't apologise Martin..." Mickey carefully lifted himself up off the sofa before continuing. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"But I..."
"I know what you did..." Mickey was now stood directly in front of Martin with a smile on his face. Again their eyes locked on one another and this time it was Mickey that leaned and kissed Martin. And as their lips touched Mickey's hands closed in around Martin's face and stopped him from pulling away. This time as their lips parted and their tongues pushed into each other's mouths neither man made to pull away. Instead they allowed the passion in the kiss to grow and enjoyed the feeling of each other's tongues sliding over one another.
As the kiss continued Mickey slowly began to fumble with the buttons on Martin's shirt. Slowly pulling each one open to reveal more and more of the lightly muscled body beneath it. As they broke the kiss Mickey continued to pull at Martin's buttons and finally managed to open enough to lift the dark shirt up and over his head.
"Mick I've never..."
"Don't worry. Just sit down." Mickey slowly guided Martin back toward the sofa and let him get comfortable before taking a seat next to him and once again moving into kiss him. Again their tongues pushed deep into each other's mouths and this time Mickey allowed his hands to grab and feel at Martin's naked upper body, quickly zeroing in on Martin's dark nipples and gently beginning to tweak them.
When the kiss broke Mickey quickly dropped his head down and allowed his tongue to slowly circle Martin's left nipple before gently flicking at it. Mickey followed this up by closing his lips around the nipple and as he did he heard Martin let out a low deep groan and as he sucked on the nipple Martin's groan grew louder. As Mickey's mouth continued to work on Martin's nipple his hands slid down Martin's smooth chest and lightly muscled stomach and began to work on removing Martin's belt. For a second or two Mickey fumbled with Martin's belt before pulling it off. Next he pulled the trousers open before tugging at them. He felt Martin lift himself from the chair slightly as he continued to suck on the nipple and tugged the trousers once more, forcing them to fall to Martin's ankles, leaving Martin in nothing but a loose pair of blue boxers.
Mickey finally pulled his mouth away from Martin's nipple and slowly let his tongue snake down Martin's hairless body, down his chest and over his stomach until he arrived at the waistband of the boxers. Martin's cock was already straining to be released so when Mickey's teeth closed in on the waistband of the boxers and tugged them down Martin's cock was quick to spring up and slap his stomach and as Martin's boxers joined his trousers around his ankles Mickey slipped off the sofa and knelt in front of Martin.
For a moment Mickey did nothing. He just knelt looking over Martin's naked body. His lightly muscled and hairless upper body and his surprisingly thick yet smooth legs. And then Mickey took in the full view of Martin's cock and balls. First his balls, they were large and lightly haired. And then his eyes moved over the thick six and a half inch shaft of Martin's dick. It wasn't the longest dick Mickey had seen but it was thick uncut pole leaking pre-cum and that was more then enough.
Slowly Mickey's tongue circled each of Martin's balls before slipping each one into his mouth and gently sucking on it. Each movement of his tongue and suck of his mouth brought a groan from the lips of Martin and that was all the reassurances Mickey needed to keep going and he let his tongue move up and over Martin's balls and to the base of his thick cock. Gently Mickey's tongue moved up the thick shaft, slowly working it's way up to the head of the cock, where his tongue carefully slipped in under Martin's foreskin and worked it's way around the sensitive head.
"Ah fuck..."
As Martin vocalised his pleasure Mickey carefully pulled his tongue away from the thick cock and closed his lips around the thick head before slowly beginning to move down the shaft inch, by inch. And as his mouth moved down Martin's dick Mickey's hands quickly closed in on Martin's balls and began to gently rub and roll them in his hand.
"Fuck Mick... Fuck!"
Mickey had reached the base of Martin's cock and was swirling his spit around his mouth and over Martin's cock before pulling back up the dick, letting his tongue and teeth gently scrap on the underside of the dick as he did so. As he reached the head again Mickey once again began moving back down Martin's dick, just as slowly as before whilst his hands continue to work on his balls. It was only as Mickey began his third decent on Martin's cock that he felt Martin's hands close around his head and begin to guide him down the dick at a faster speed before pulling him back up the cock when he reached the base.
"Oh fuck yeah Mick..."
Martin soon had a handful of Mickey's hair and was using it to carefully guide Mickey up and down his cock at an ever-increasing speed. Soon Mickey was moving up and down the dick in a quick fluid motion and Martin was enjoying every second of it. He was even beginning to enjoy Mickey's increasingly rough grip on his balls. The only problem was he was enjoying it all a little too much...
"Ah Jesus Mick I'm going to cum... fuck yeah mate..."
And right on cue Martin's dick exploded, spurting shot after shot of thick white cum into Mickey's mouth as Martin held his head firmly in place. After shooting his load Martin released his grip on Mickey's hair and allowed him to pull himself off of his cock, as he did so Martin expected at least some of his load to spill out of his mouth but none did. Mickey had taken the entire load and swallowed it down and now he was doing a damn fine clean up job with his tongue, lapping up the liquid that had dribbled down Martin's dick and scooping up the cum that remained on the head of the thick piece of meat.
"Fuck Mickey that was... amazing, fucking amazing!" Martin lifted Mickey back up and pulled him in for another kiss. Once again their tongues pushed deep into each other's mouths and gently slid over one another.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it Martin but we ain't finished just yet..."
"What?"
Mickey shot Martin a mischievous little grin before dropping back down to his knees and pulling Martin's trousers and boxers off of his ankles and throwing them to one side. Mickey then carefully lifted Martin's legs up into the air and held them in the air so that Martin's arse was exposed.
"Mick what are you..."
Martin didn't get the chance to finish the question before Mickey's tongue quickly darted between the firm and smooth checks of Martin's arse and into the tight hole between them! Martin let out a startled cry as Mickey's tongue pulled out of the hole and then began to slowly circle the hole. Without warning Mickey again darted his tongue into the hole and then pulled out again just as quickly. Mickey then spat directly into the hole before pulling his mouth away and carefully slipping one finger into the hole.
"Ah shit..."
"Just relax you'll get used to it..."
As Mickey gently pushed one finger inside of Martin the fruit and veg salesman squirmed on the chair and screwed his eyes up in a mixture of pain and pleasure that Mickey couldn't help but find adorable. And as Mickey's finger continued to move deeper into Martin, Mickey's other hand began fumbling at the buttons on his own shirt. He soon had the shirt completely open, revealing his tanned and lightly haired upper body. Mickey quickly slipped the shirt off one arm before pulling his finger out of Martin and slipping it off of the second arm. With his shirt removed Mickey slipped his finger back into Martin and slowly began to tease the hole with a second finger.
"AH fucking hell Mickey!"
"Just relax..."
Mickey slipped a second then third finger into Martin and felt him slowly start to loosen up a little whilst his other began to work on removing his trousers. Within a few seconds Mickey had slipped out of his trousers and was knelt in front of Martin in nothing more then a tight pair of black Calvin Klein boxers, which were doing nothing to hide his raging erection!
Carefully Mickey slipped all three fingers out of Martin and heard him breath a deep sigh of relief. Mickey then climbed up to his feet and slipped his tight boxers over his thick hairy thighs and released his rock hard cock. He had to admit that his dick wasn't as thick as Martin's but it was longer and stood at an impressive and proud 8 inches as Mickey spat on his hand and rubbed the spit onto his dick. He repeated the process until his rock solid cock was slick and then he swung Martin so that he was laying across the sofa with his legs in the air and his arse exposed once more. Mickey quickly took his place between Martin's legs and smiled down at him.
"Just relax, ok? Trust me, you'll love this..."
Slowly Mickey guided the cut head of his large cock in between Martin's firm arse checks and to Martin's tight hole. Gently he pushed the head of his cock into Martin and he felt him squirm and heard him cry out slightly.
"Relax Martin..."
Gently Mickey continued to push his dick deeper into Martin and with every centre meter that pushed into Martin, Mickey heard him moan in that strange mixture of pain and pleasure. With just a few inches of his dick inside Martin, Mickey began to pull back out, soon just the head of his cock remained inside Martin and again his was pushing himself back into the tight hole. With each movement back into Martin, Mickey was getting deeper inside him and Martin was beginning to enjoy himself.
After a few minutes Mickey had the entire eight-inch length of his shaft in Martin and his hips were pressed up against Martin's firm, pert arse cheeks.
"See, it feels good doesn't it?" Mickey began to grind his hips around Martin's arse and felt his cock moving inside of Martin. Both men released a deep pleasure filled sigh at the movement.
"It feels real good..."
Carefully Mickey again began to withdraw his dick from within Martin before thrusting back into him hard and fast. Without hesitation Mickey repeated this process picking up the speed and strength of each thrust as he did so and producing a groan of pleasure from Martin with each thrust. Soon Mickey had built up a solid and fluid motion and was thrusting in and out of Mickey at a constant speed with his hips slapping up against Martin's arse at quick intervals providing the beat to their fucking.
"Fuck Martin you are so tight..."
As his thrusting continued to pick up speed and strength Mickey's hands closed in on Martin's lightly muscled body and his chest. Within seconds Mickey's fingers were gripping Martin's nipples and once again tweaking them. Gently at first but as he continued to thrust deeper and harder into Martin he grabbed at his nipples harder.
"Ah Jesus Mickey!"
"You like that Martin?"
"Fuck yes..."
"You want it harder Martin?"
"Fuck yes..."
And so Mickey went harder. He thrust into Martin harder and faster then before and tugged on his nipples harder and tighter then before.
"Fuck yes..."
Mickey could feel his load getting closer and closer as his sweat slicked body rode up against Martin's as he fucked Martin harder and faster with each thrust. But still Martin was crying out for more and Mickey was more then willing to deliver, diving deeper and deeper into Martin's hole with every thrust. But he couldn't hold it in any longer, quickly he pulled out of Martin's arse just as his cum shot from the head of his large cock.
"Ah fuck Martin...fuck yeah..."
Mickey's load shot from his dick, landing across Martin's body. Over his stomach, on his chest and up to his face. Each spurt looking to out do the other one and Martin was soon covered in the thick warm load whilst Mickey lent back on the sofa taking deep breaths. Carefully Martin dipped his finger into a puddle of Mickey's cum that had settled on his stomach before placing the cum soaked finger into his mouth and tasting down Mickey's thick sweet load.
"Told you, you'd like it didn't I!"
The two breathless men both smiled at each other. Mickey knowing that this wouldn't be the last time he fucked Martin. Whilst Martin wondered just where Mickey had learnt to fuck like that...
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