A THIRD FANTASY
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It wouldn't be very long till he knew what it felt like. He trusted the man and desired him, but he was still afraid. He looked at the penis rearing before him, and compared it with his own. It was thicker, and the cut end seemed strange - the glans larger, paler and coarser textured. The shaft was not a lot longer, but thicker - the glans seemed enormous, with a big flaring rim. Yet the man did not seem worried about getting it in. He embraced him, and felt the hot hardness of it against his stomach, then he turned and bent over to signal his readiness.
John was amused. He bent and kissed the youthful buttocks, but then moved him onto the bed, laid him on his back. "Bending over's one way, but it's better if we can see each other, Mark." He lifted Mark's legs and pushed them over his body, till they were straight and up against his chest. "Hook your arms round them to hold them - you can put your hands behind your neck, if you like. When I'm in you, you can let them go."
Mark felt strange, locked back like that. But he realized that his arse was now very well exposed and at a good angle. When the man began to stroke the underside of his thighs, he began to relax. Then John applied the clear KY jelly from the blue and white tube to Mark's anus and massaged plenty of it inwards with his fingers. Expertly he fitted his condom, then applied gobs of jelly to that. He was ready to begin.
First there was only a gentle but steady pressure from the knob against the hole - no thrusting stab as he feared. He could hardly feel it to begin with. He could see the man's white, dimpled buttocks in the wardrobe mirror, shifting as he tried to find the centre and the best angle. Then it moved forward. "Relax, just relax..."
The pressure increased - pain - he could not relax. John waited, stroking Mark's balls. His anal spasm waned. "Take a deep breath, then push down as if you were trying to shit a big one." Mark did it, and like magic the glans was inside him. Another spams - real pain this time. But the man knew what to do - he pushed inwards, steadily. Mark cried out ... then realized it wasn't hurting as much.
About halfway in, the man's cock stopped moving - Mark saw his buttocks change shape as he relaxed. Now he felt ... full ... very full ... but no longer in pain. An aching, dull aching ... getting less all the time. The cock pressed inwards again. Mark wanted to take it all in - he hoped he would be able to. He had closed his eyes against the pain that never came. He opened them and looked at the man's face. "It's all in. How's it feel?"
He could now sense the balls against him, and the crinkly forest. He COULD take it all. He smiled. The man smiled back. Then he started the slow controlled fucking action, slowly back, until Mark could feel the glans head about to come out, then a fast lunge forward, which took his breath - then again, then again. He admired the way the but- tocks and thighs in the mirror changed their shapes with each stroke.
John lowered himself till he was resting on Mark, his hands on his calves and his face just a kiss away. As the fucking continued - four or five fastish strokes, then one of the long slow ones - Mark threw his arms round John's head and pulled him to him for a kiss. The rhythm changed, and Mark was raising his arse in a counter rhythm, in- creasing the sensation. There were several short strokes then a few deep ones, as if the cock were resting between them. And the angle of the shaft within him kept changing slightly.
He had just noticed with surprise that his own cock was now only semi-hard, as all his sexual force centred in his arse, when he no- ticed that the strokes were all short, fast and deep now, and the face he was kissing was very red. "Give it to me. Fuck me harder. Yes! Yes! Shag me! Drill me! Screw me! Oh yes!"
The strokes were slowing, sort of hanging in at the deepest point now, and irregular. The man's upper body arched back suddenly and his hands clawed at the back of Mark's knees. Every fibre of both their beings was concentrated on that red point at its deepest within Mark. The man was trembling, shuddering. Mark's hips were rolled back right off the bed by the force of the exploding climax - then he felt it within him.
Mark was entirely happy. Later the man would work his dick to a very satisfying climax with his mouth: they would then just hold each other in a golden haze, until they had the strength to do it all again....
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