The following story is a work of fiction containing explicit descriptions of sexual activity between consenting male adults. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of gay male sex acts, or if you are underage, do NOT continue. Though the characters are real celebrities, the story is fictional and entirely a work of the author's imagination. This story may be distributed freely as long as the disclaimer and header remain intact. Comments and criticism welcomed, flames ignored.
"Canyon Storm"
(A Fantasy starring Eric Nies and Marky-Mark)
by F. Beck
The two young men stood at the base of the ravine, their eyes shaded against the sun, as the helicopter rose in a swirl of sand and grit, then turned and disappeared, speck-like, into the sunset at the western edge of the canyon.
Eric turned to his companion. "Well, I guess that's it."
Mark shot his new friend a puzzled look. "What's the matter, man? Havin' second thoughts?"
"Nah. Not really," Eric replied. "But when I agreed to this deal I didn't count on spendin' the night in no fuckin' desert."
Eric wasn't exaggerating. In fact, he was reluctant about the remote Arizona location from the start, and was even ready to turn down the job until his agent told him who he'd be working with. Eric had always admired Mark, and Mark's recent transition from brooding rapper-boy to fledgling movie star had given Eric new hope for his own flagging career. The assignment itself was simple enough, your basic one-day photo shoot with, as his agent put it, a little "tasteful" nudity thrown in. Pretty much the same deal as the Bear Pond series Eric had done with his brother, only this time the end product would be a glossy calendar instead of a book. The boys' agents had arranged the deal, figuring a bit of "exposure" might be good for their respective careers.
So Eric had flown to Tucson that morning, looking forward to meeting Mark for the first time, but with definite plans to be back on a plane for New York by midnight. Only things went wrong from the start. First the helicopter pilot was late, and when they finally arrived at the remote canyon, a rogue thunderstorm interrupted the photo session in mid-shoot. After two hours of rain, the photographer declared the lighting conditions too poor to continue anyway, and cancelled the rest of the shoot until the next day. That was when Eric and Mark, fast friends at once, made their fateful decision. Invigorated by the fresh Arizona air, and faced with the prospect of an extra bone-jarring trip in the helicopter, they opted to borrow the gear and supplies the pilot offered and rough it overnight in the canyon. Only now, as the sound of the helicopter engine faded and the reality of their isolation hit him, Eric wondered if their decision was such a good one.
Mark nudged Eric's arm and brought him back to reality.
"Chill out, man," Mark advised good-naturedly. "Hell, I didn't count on sleepin' under the stars, neither. But it beats flyin' around in that fuckin' egg-beater. Not to mention spendin' the night in some flea-bag motel with our fag photographer, right?"
Eric grinned. "You noticed him, too, huh?"
Mark waved dismissively and glanced around to get his bearings. "Kinda hard to miss," he replied, hoisting his pack and heading off up the trail. "Let's camp up by the creek."
Eric grabbed his pack and fell in behind. For the next ten minutes they picked their way silently up the rocky slope. "What makes you think he's a fag?" Eric asked as they finally neared the summit.
Mark stopped and turned, a hand cupped theatrically around the ample bulge in his hiking shorts. "Because," he explained with a wink, "He couldn't keep his eyes off my package. Yours either, for that matter."
As if to demonstrate, Mark's eyes darted appraisingly to the front of Eric's shorts. Eric seized the opportunity to check out Mark more closely. Based on their respective bulges, neither guy had any reason to be shy in a lockerroom.
Mark's hiking shorts rode low on his hips, revealing the waistband and an inch or two of his trademark Calvins. The healthy, fist-sized bulge that pressed suggestively against his zipper erased any doubt about his gender. Eric's denim shorts were extra-long, baggy and low-slung, in typical hip-hop fashion. But the black low-cut Jockeys he wore underneath molded his sex into a firm, eye-catching package. Thanks to the desert heat, both had long since discarded their shirts. The light sheen of sweat that glistened from their pecs added to the overall effect.
All the blatant sizing-up made Eric uneasy. He was about to look away when Mark gave him a smile and tugged down his zipper. Eric tried not to stare, but the stark white of Mark's Calvins drew his eyes like a magnet. The meaty, snake-like lump beneath Mark's pouch further confirmed Eric's suspicions. Unless Mark stuffed, he was every bit as well-hung as he was built.
But Mark wasn't finished. With Eric still watching, he proceeded to work his thumb and forefinger thru the fly of his briefs and an instant later he was hauling out his cock. "Gotta piss, man," he explained with a lop-sided grin. "How 'bout you?"
Eric shook his head. It took every ounce of self-control he had to look away.
Eric didn't consider himself a fag, but since his recent encounter with Aaron (see M. Knight's excellent "Real World Grind") he knew he was attracted to guys. In fact, Marky-Mark himself had appeared in several of Eric's masturbatory fantasies. But despite the apparent opening Mark was giving him, Eric was way too unsure of himself to make the first move. Besides, for all he knew, Mark was up to nothing more devious than taking a leak.
As if to confirm it, Mark modestly turned his back and began to piss. Eric's eyes swept across his companion's naked shoulders, then down the classic "vee" of his back to his narrow waist and taut, boyish buns. Eric watched, mesmerized, as a golden stream of piss curved up in a glistening, graceful arc and splattered noisily against the rocks five feet away. Eric was so close he could see the subtle movement under Mark's hiking shorts, the constriction of his buns as the heavy stream faded to an occasional, bladder-emptying spurt.
Eric's admiration turned to panic as he felt the familiar stirring between his legs. He was throwing a boner! "Let's move it," he blurted, maneuvering up and around his still-peeing companion to take the lead.
"Hey, wait up!" Mark called, fumbling with his zipper.
Eric ignored him and climbed faster, up the trail and around the granite outcropping, then into the grassy field beside the stream where they'd done most of the day's shoot. Before Mark caught up, Eric carefully adjusted the bulge in his shorts to make it less conspicuous.
The afternoon passed uneventfully. The guys pitched camp a few yards from the stream and spent the rest of their time exploring the canyon floor. By nightfall they were exhausted. After a hasty meal of trail-mix and dried soup, it was time to roll out their sleeping bags and relax in front of the fire.
Eric, remembering his scouting days, carefully selected a gently sloping spot and began to spread his ground cloth. Mark seemed at a total loss.
"Ever been camping?" Eric asked.
"No," Mark admitted. "But what's there to know? Just spread the fucker on the ground, right?"
Eric chuckled. "Well, it's a lot more comfortable if you find a place where your head will be above your feet. And the ground cloth keeps the sleeping bag from getting wet..."
Mark grinned. "Man, I ain't wet my bed in years."
Eric rolled his big brown eyes. "I meant from the dew."
Mark shrugged innocently and scanned the area around the fire. "Hey, you got the only good spot."
Eric nodded. "Yep. Guess I did."
Mark picked up his sleeping bag and looked off into the growing darkness around them. "Shit."
"Relax," Eric said. "There's room for us both over here. Come on."
Mark quickly spread his bag beside Eric's. "Thanks, man. I'm new to all this outdoor stuff."
"No problem," Eric assured him. "Just keep your hands to yourself."
"In your fuckin' dreams, homeboy," Mark chuckled.
And before Eric could react, Mark leapt on top of him and pinned him to his sleeping bag.
"Now, what was that again?" Mark teased.
Eric laughed and tried, half-heartedly, to twist free. Both guys were in shape, but Mark would probably win in a fight to the death. In any case, Eric knew he wouldn't get free without a major struggle. Then again, being pinned under Mark wasn't all that bad. They'd stripped to their underwear in preparation for sleep, and Eric rather liked the feel of Mark sitting across his thighs. But as Mark leaned forward to pin Eric's wrists, Eric became aware of another sensation -- Mark's crotch grinding against his own. In a heartbeat, Eric was getting an erection.
"Get off me, man," Eric complained, trying in earnest to twist free as his cock continued to inflate.
Mark leaned forward, increasing the pressure on Eric's crotch. "Make me..." he hissed in a school-boyish taunt.
Eric rolled his eyes, his cock stiffening to embarrassing proportions. "Get off!" he repeated. "You some kinda fag?"
Mark ground his hips with a crude fucking motion. "Me? You're the one throwin' a boner."
Eric looked up. Mark was obviously enjoying the situation. But there was more than amusement in his eyes. There was mischief, maybe even a little lust.
Mark continued to grind his hips. "Hey, man," he hissed. "How 'bout givin' me a blow-job? I know you want me..."
"Fuck you!" Eric answered, though without much conviction. His eyes drifted from Mark's face to his broad, muscular shoulders.
"No, fuck you," Mark corrected with a leer. "And if you're lucky, I will. After you blow me, that is."
Eric closed his eyes. He wanted to have sex with Mark, the stiffness in his Jockeys was proof enough of that. But he wanted to do it in a way that would let him salvage at least a little of his self-respect. Whatever he did, he needed act fast, before Mark turned the whole episode into some perverse joke.
"Man, I dunno," Eric replied cautiously, giving his hips an experimental thrust. "I mean, I'm kinda new to this..."
Mark repositioned himself, bringing the front of his Calvins into direct contact with the bulging fly of Eric's Jockeys. "What's there to know, man?" he shrugged. "Sex is sex. You'll figure it out."
Eric worked his hips again, and felt an answering twitch in Mark's briefs. Eric saw his opening. "So... you've done this before?"
Mark smiled, his crotch bulge stiffening shamelessly against Eric's. "Could be. Let's just say I'm not a virgin..."
Eric worked his hips faster. "You mean with other guys?"
Mark pumped harder, squeezing their swollen cocks between them with incredible pressure. "What?" he asked, distracted by the mounting tension.
Eric tried again. "You've done it with other guys?"
Mark released Eric's wrists and traced his fingertips up Eric's arms to his shoulders, then lower, across his pecs. "What do you think?"
Eric shivered at his touch. "I dunno, man. But I will. I mean, we can, if you want to..."
Mark's fingers found Eric's half-dollar sized nipples and expertly worked them to erection. "Do what?"
Eric allowed himself a small grin. "The fuck do ya' think?"
Mark ignored the remark and kept toying with Eric's nipples. He was good at it, rolling the fat, eraser-like tips between a thumb and forefinger, gently at first, then harder and faster, stretching the sensitive nubs from Eric's pecs.
Eric sighed, his eyes drawn to Mark's flexing pecs and abs. It was a lot like looking in a mirror. Mark was a bit shorter and slightly more muscular, but those small differences aside, their bodies were almost identical. Mark's skin was as smooth and flawless as Eric's, and certainly just as hairless. Eric wondered if Mark shaved to keep it that way, as he himself did. But the speculation didn't last long. It finally occurred to Eric that his hands and arms were free, and he swung into action.
Eric watched Mark's face to gauge his reaction as he moved his hands to Mark's pecs for a quick nipple tweak, then deliberately dropped them to Mark's heaving, brief-covered buns. Mark's perfect ass was just as firm and taut as Eric knew it would be.
Mark feigned surprise. "Man, you're playin' with my butt! Does that turn you on?"
Eric answered by cupping Mark's tight cheeks in his palms and pulling him closer, grinding their swollen baskets with all his strength. Eric's cock, long since fully erect, squirmed between his Jockeys and skin, awash in a sea of pre-cum. The sudden added pressure sent it burrowing for the waistband. Eric pumped his hips again and this time the fat, helmet-shaped glans popped free, oozing its sticky juice all over his lower belly, not to mention the stiff lump in Mark's Calvins.
"Ahhhhh," Eric sighed. "Mmmmmmm..."
Mark raised his hips and glanced down. "Nice," he observed, eyeing Eric's dick. Inspired, he promptly peeled down the front of his Calvins and hooked the elastic waistband under his balls. "That's better," he sighed, giving his pulsing shaft a couple of absent-minded pumps. "Now where were we?"
Eric breathed a sigh of relief. Mark was at least as aroused as he was. And his cock was perfect, roughly the same shape and size as Eric's. Not too big, not too small, just six solid inches of succulent male meat. Eric, of course, didn't know where the evening would lead, but he definitely had the itch to try some different things.
"Man, we're actin' like a couple of homos," Mark observed lazily, his thumb crooked firmly around the meaty crown of his cock. "Wonder if we oughta do this?"
As if in answer to his own question, Mark began to masturbate. Eric stared, his eyes glued to Mark's fat cock and the pinkish, oozing glans that emerged from Mark's fist on every downstroke.
"Well?" Mark prodded, aware of Eric's scrutiny.
"Well what?"
Mark stopped jacking. A string of pre-cum wept from his slit and stretched to the sleeping bag. "Do you think we ought to do this?" he repeated calmly. With Eric still watching, Mark caught the shiny pre-cum on his finger and smeared it on his left nipple.
"Sssure, whatever," Eric stammered, trying to seem indifferent. "I mean, who's gonna know, right?"
Mark flicked his finger across his nipple. "Exactly," he agreed. His eyes dropped to the wildly distended bulge in Eric's Jockeys. "And not a minute too soon, huh?"
Eric grinned.
Mark eyed the fat head of Eric's cock that protruded from his Jockeys. "Not bad," he concluded with a sly wink. "So, you the man, huh? The Grind man?"
"Fuckin'-a," Eric agreed cockily. "That's me..."
"Then let's GRIND!" Mark growled, sinking slowly forward...
The teasing was finally over. The fact that they were going to have sex was, to Eric, a foregone conclusion. He watched patiently as Mark pumped himself to full erection, then aimed his swollen, purple glans at the fly of Eric's Jockeys. Then, in one smooth, practiced move, Mark leaned forward and sprawled atop Eric, neatly burying his cock in Eric's Jockeys.
Eric shuddered. Mark's breath was hot and moist on his shoulder. Their nipples touched and instantly stiffened. Lower, their cocks squirmed inside Eric's Jockeys, their combined pre-cum soaking the pouch. Mark moved closer, driving his shaft above the waistband next to Eric's, forcing their straining cockheads together in a hot, wet kiss.
Within sixty seconds, they both were on the brink of a messy climax. For a terrifying instant, Eric pictured himself walking away from the experience with nothing but a pair of cum-stained Jockeys. "Easy, man," he gasped at Mark, "Easy."
Mark looked into Eric's eyes. "What?"
Eric felt Mark's breath wash over his face. It was warm and sweet, scented by the chocolate they'd shared after supper. On impulse, Eric raised his head and kissed him on the lips.
Mark's response was puzzling. He didn't pull away, but he didn't exactly lose himself in the kiss either. Eric finally broke away and looked him in the eye. He tried his best to interpret Mark's expression ... and failed.
Mark finally spoke. "That was really nasty."
Eric colored, certain he'd gone too far. There was no faster way to turn some guys off than kissing them.
Mark let him squirm. "Let's try it again."
And before Eric could react, Mark's lips were stretched over his own. Eric met them eagerly and opened his mouth. Mark's tongue invaded and for the first time in much too long, Eric was sharing a passionate, probing kiss with another guy.
This time Mark got into the kiss, too. They'd just settled into a serious round of tongue-sucking, when Mark started to work his hips, grinding their dicks with long, powerful strokes. Eric met his thrusts and stiffened his tongue, driving it deep into Mark's mouth. Mark clamped onto it with his lips and sucked hard, filling the quiet desert night with the sounds of a wet, sloppy kiss.
Mark finally broke away and sat back on his heels. Eric stretched sensuously beneath him. Mark smiled and reached down to twist Eric's nipples. Eric, meanwhile, reached into his Jockeys and squeezed their cocks.
"Easy, man," Mark warned. "I'm close."
Mark let Eric stroke him, briefly, then withdrew his cock from Eric's Jockeys and slid up across his stomach. For a delicious moment, Eric's straining cockhead flipped up into the deep crevice in the seat of Mark's Calvins. The sensation made them both shudder.
Eric was in heaven. Pre-cum flowed from his cock like water. His shaft strained hard, its force lifting and slightly lowering the waistband of his Jockeys. Eric struggled up to his elbows, his eyes glued to Mark's bouncing hard-on. With Eric watching, Mark grasped the root of his cock with a thumb and forefinger, then pulled slowly forward. As he neared the swollen knob, his crease-like slit gaped wide, disgorging a thick, transparent ooze of pre-cum.
Eric's mouth went dry. Eager to move things along, he reached out and buried his fingers in Mark's pubes, then drew them slowly forward, fluttering his long, cool fingertips the length of Mark's shaft. As he neared the glans, his fingers grew sticky with pre-cum.
Mark eased forward again and pressed his gleaming cockhead to Eric's left nipple. The puckered nub stiffened shamelessly. Mark zeroed in on its tip, his copious pre-cum smoothing the way.
Eric fought to maintain his composure as Mark's weeping cock assaulted his stiffened tit.
"Squeeze my balls," Mark sighed, tracing his penis in lazy circles around Eric's nipple.
Eric slipped his hands into Mark's Calvins and peeled them lower, giving him free access to Mark's balls. Eric took advantage, hefting the smooth orbs in his palm, stroking them lightly with his fingers. Mark shuddered, then got up on all fours and backed down Eric's lanky body. As his hands passed Eric's middle, he snagged Eric's Jockeys and deftly peeled them down. Eric's cock shot up like a steel spring, glistening with pre-cum.
Mark abandoned the knotted Jockeys at Eric's knees. "Whoa, dude, nice one."
Eric gave his cock an easy pump. "Go ahead, man," he urged. "Jerk it for me."
Mark's hands were at Eric's crotch in a flash, seemingly everywhere at once, stroking Eric's cock, his balls, grinding the sensitive crown of his glans just right. Eric propped on his elbows and watched Mark work. Funny. Pictures didn't do Mark justice. Sure, they could capture his muscles, his cute impish grin, but no photograph could do justice to the smoothness of his skin, the texture of his hair, the moist fullness of his lips.
"Hey, we're about the same size," Mark observed out of the blue, shaking Eric from his reverie.
Eric, of course, had long since noticed they were similarly hung. But he wasn't about to object to a hands-on comparison. He watched with amusement as Mark moved carefully into position, joining them balls to balls, cock to cock.
"See?" Mark asked rhetorically. He started to pump, clamping their dicks together with a thumb and forefinger. Their mixed pre-cum proved the ultimate lubricant. Mark's hand was soon a blur, driving them steadily towards climax. On each downstroke, Mark wriggled his hips, grinding their taut ball sacs with just the right pressure.
But good as it felt, Eric wanted more than a jerk-off. While Mark was distracted with the hand-job, Eric summoned all his strength and shot forward and up. Mark was off balance and up-ended easily. In the space of a few seconds, their positions were completely reversed. Mark lay sprawled on his back with Eric on top.
"Now let's lose the fuckin' drawers," Eric panted, winded from the exertion.
Mark nodded, unconcerned at the sudden change. "Sure, man. Go for it."
Eric rolled to his feet and kicked off his tangled Jockeys, then dropped back to his knees and peeled Mark's Calvins down and over his feet. Mission accomplished, he dropped back into position astride Mark's crotch and pinned him to the sleeping bag.
"So what now?" Mark asked.
"You'll see," Eric promised.
Then, exactly as Mark had done, Eric began to inch his way up Mark's torso, his rigid tool leading the way. Mark's hard-on popped up and burrowed into the tight crease of Eric's ass. Eric felt it and reached back to part his buns, forcing Mark's turgid shaft lengthwise between his cheeks. Then he grabbed Mark's nipples and twisted hard.
Mark's rigid dick pumped like a piston as Eric held it firmly between his cheeks. But after a few grinding pumps, Eric moved forward. Mark gasped for air, his entire body trembling, as Eric paused to rub his weeping dickhead across his nipples. And Eric wasn't done. Next thing Mark knew, he'd latched onto a nipple with a loud, slurping suck.
Mark groaned his approval and moved a guiding hand to Eric's head. But Eric knew exactly what he was doing. He formed his lips into a tight "O" and switched from nipple to nipple, sucking the stiff nubs into his mouth, then lashing the sensitive tips with his tongue. He tasted his own pre-cum on Mark's skin, and the taste drove him wild. Reversing course, he kissed and licked his way down Mark's chest, past the famous third nipple, then across his belly to his crotch.
Mark knew what was coming. "That's it. Suck me."
But Eric surprised him. Instead of going for his cock, he dove straight to his balls. Eric's tongue was a blur as he traced it wildly around the smooth sac, pausing here and there to nibble or suck. Then, cupping Mark's cock in his palm, he finally began to lick his way up the shaft. His swirling tongue found every drop of pre-cum, and as he neared the oozing knob, he milked a fresh load onto his fingers. Before Mark could object, Eric buried his hand between Mark's buns and traced along his crack, feeling for his rim. Then, just as Eric's slippery digit zeroed in on its target, Eric opened his mouth and drew Mark's swollen cockhead into his mouth.
Mark groaned his approval, but Eric didn't hear it. He was lost in a world of his own, his cock pegged wetly to his belly, his mind reeling at the enormity of what he'd accomplished. That wasn't just any dick in his mouth, it was Marky-Mark's.
"Nnnnngh," Eric hissed between hard, powerful sucks, "Nnnnnngh, MMMnnph." His head was bobbing and twisting, his cheeks drawn in by the force of his sucks.
"Damn!" Mark grunted. "Oh, damn, that's good!"
In fact, it was almost too good. Not that Mark had any qualms about cumming in Eric's mouth, he just didn't want to yet. Eric, meantime, was sucking for all he was worth, his powerful slurps handling Mark's six-inches without so much as a gag. Still, difficult as it was, when the familiar tingle built in his balls, Mark exhaled sharply and pried Eric from his cock.
Eric seemed stunned, and proved an easy target as Mark flipped him onto his back and sprawled on top of him.
"Uh, we already tried this," Eric complained weakly.
Mark ignored the comment and kissed him. The time for talk was over. Eric brought his hands to Mark's shoulders and pulled him closer, offering his tongue. Mark took it, tasting his own pre-cum as the kiss lingered. Lower, their hard-ons raged between their bellies, this time unrestricted by Jockeys or Calvins. It made quite a difference. Eric instinctively pumped his hips, grinding his slippery glans against Mark's, sucking Mark's tongue each time they bumped and rubbed.
Mark sensed a new urgency and broke off the kiss. Pinning Eric's shoulders, he licked the dribble from Eric's chin, then moved down to his nipples. Eric humped away, the knob of his cock somehow lodged in Mark's belly-button. Mark could have chewed Eric's nipples for hours, but poor Eric was losing it fast.
Mark moved lower, his tongue raising goosebumps as he made his way across Eric's stomach, then dove onto his cock. Despite his het-boy image, Mark was a consummate cocksucker. Another time, he would've gladly spent a leisurely hour paying homage to Eric's cock. But there simply wasn't time.
"Suck it!" Eric gurgled. "Suck it!"
Mark obliged while quietly maneuvering himself into position for the final assault. Eric, lost in a pre-orgasmic frenzy all his own, didn't notice Mark lift his legs and drape them over his shoulders. His lips still clamped on Eric's cock, Mark pushed up and forward, forcing Eric's legs skyward, then back toward his head. The angle finally became so obtuse that Eric's cock popped from Mark's mouth with a slurping pop.
But the deed was done. Eric's ass was square in Mark's face, and Mark wasn't waiting for an invitation. While Eric worked out what was coming, Mark pried his muscular cheeks apart and flicked his tongue the length of his ass. Eric let out a guttural moan, then shuddered, as Mark's tongue connected with his pucker. Emboldened, Mark stiffened his tongue and worked it into the tight opening, his spit lubricating the way.
Eric was out of control, so intent on getting-off that he'd latched onto his cock and was masturbating for all he was worth. Mark slapped at his hands to slow him down, but Eric wasn't to be denied this time. With Eric's climax eminent, Mark pursed his lips and mustered all the spit and drool he could, depositing the sticky stream square in Eric's crack.
With Eric still pounding away on his cock, Mark struggled to his knees and aimed his rigid pole straight at Eric's gleaming pucker. If Eric knew what was coming, he didn't object. He just closed his eyes and pounded harder, his balls constricted tight for what was sure to be a mind-blowing ejaculation.
"Easy, man," Mark warned, sweat stinging his eyes. "This may hurt."
And with that, Mark pressed his knob to Eric's rim and leaned forward, letting his weight do the work. Eric's sphincter resisted at first, but it proved no match for the slick, tapered head of Mark's dick. After a few uncertain seconds, Mark's knob parted the taut ring and slipped neatly into Eric's tight chute.
Mark threw back his head.
Eric groaned, "More!"
Mark slipped him another inch. Eric inhaled sharply, but made no move to stop him. Mark buried another inch. Eric nodded and resumed his masturbation. Despite the discomfort, his erection was stiff as ever. And as Mark eased deeper, his cock rubbed deliciously against Eric's prostate, exciting him even further.
Eric grew frustrated with the pace. "Damn, do it, man! Fuck me!"
The incredible tightness of Eric's ass had driven Mark to the brink as well. Giving in, he grabbed Eric's upturned legs and stabbed downward, burying the balance of his cock with one hard thrust.
Eric winced and sucked air through his teeth. "SSSsssssssssss. NNnnnnnnngh."
Mark paused a few agonizing seconds to let him adjust, then withdrew until just his glans was buried. With no word of warning, he bit his lip and slammed forward with all his weight, driving his entire six-inches home with one quick thrust. Eric groaned, his fist a blur on his cock, his face a rictus of pain and pleasure.
Mark abandoned all pretense of concern and began to hammer away mercilessly, drawing almost free, then slamming home with hard, almost brutal strokes. Eric took it willingly, pushing back on each powerful downstroke. Having Mark's cock inside him was an incredible sensation, and Eric wanted it to last forever. But after a few short minutes, it was too much for either of them to stand.
Mark felt the tell-tale tingle first. After a couple of extra-hard thrusts, he buried his cock to the hilt and left it, shuddering hard as a ribbon of white-hot seed spewed deep inside Eric's chute. Eric felt, or at least sensed, Mark's ejaculation, which put him over the edge as well. Eric pounded his cock with renewed vigor and was soon rewarded with a hot, pencil-thick blast of cum. It shot from his cock with incredible force, a milky continuous rope that splattered his pecs, shoulders, and chin, even the sleeping bag and ground three feet beyond.
The force of Eric's ejaculation made his sphincter constrict reflexively, which in turn coaxed spurt after spurt of creamy semen from Mark's bouncing balls. As his spurts finally began to weaken, Mark slowed his thrusts just enough to focus his eyes on Eric. What he saw renewed his excitement. Jism was everywhere, and Eric was still pounding away on his cock. Mark watched a few weakened spurts fly from Eric's dickhead and splatter his stomach.
Inspired, Mark snatched his hard-on from Eric's ass and started to masturbate. His cum-covered cock slipped through his hand like a piston. After a dozen well-practiced strokes, Mark came again. His second watery load in as many minutes peppered Eric's pecs and belly like a warm, exotic rain. Eric reached up and grasped Mark's cock at the root, then slowly pulled forward, milking the last sweet jizz into his palm. Then, looking into Mark's eyes, Eric raised the sticky pool to his lips and slurped it down.
Not to be outdone, Mark dropped to the sleeping bag and guided Eric's cock to his mouth. With Eric's swollen cockhead poised at his lips, Mark extended his tongue and milked the final string of jizz from Eric's shaft. The thick goo lay on Mark's tongue like a milky ribbon, the salty-sweet taste a turn-on in itself. Pushing Eric back, Mark went to work on his belly, then his pecs, slurping every drop of their combined loads. For good measure, he paused to suckle each of Eric's nipples, then resumed his upward trek, slurping the cum from Eric's chin, then going for his mouth.
Eric opened his mouth in response, and was rewarded with a mouthful of spunk. They lay that way for minutes, swapping the sweet juice back and forth, their spent cocks slowly stirring to life for another round.
"Man, we gotta do this more often," Eric sighed, flicking his tongue around Mark's lips.
Mark nodded his solemn agreement, then burst out laughing. "Only next time NOT in the middle of the fuckin' desert!"
"No problem," Eric assured him, drawing the sleeping bag over them both ...
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