Gaian Madness

Chapter 2

Michael was silent as he led Marcus along the winding paths back to the main lodge. The teen had been right, it was seriously crowded inside and they wouldn’t have been able to hear one another talk if they had stayed there…although Marcus was over the idea of wanting to talk to Michael. It was all that he could do not to tackle Michael as he walked in front of him, the sway of his hips and the swish of his ass was enough to make the burden between his legs torment. He kept to himself, keeping a few feet between he and the teen until they were forced to take the elevator together. Only the sound of the soft music filled the compartment, each male secretly looking at the other under the cover of hair and long lashes.

It was only once the elevator stopped on the third floor and the doors opened was the silence between Marcus and Michael finally broken. “Before we go any farther, may I pose a question?” Marcus asked quietly while Michael stood in the open doors.

Michael glanced at Marcus over his shoulder before turning to meet Marcus levelly.  Marcus had the breath knocked out of his lungs when he saw the lust and passion that was radiating in the green orbs. “I gave you a chance to leave outside, so if you’re finally coming to your senses, it’s too late.” Michael reached out and took hold of the scarf wrapped around Marcus’s neck to pull him hither. “You’re wasting precious time.”

He had no idea that so much power could reside in such a small form, strength that had Marcus staggering as Michael pulled him out of the elevator, into the corridor, and forced their lips together. He held Michael to him and allowed himself to fall captive to his more demanding side as they stumbled down the hall, lips locked while hands roamed freely. Marcus gasped when Michael pushed his hand down between their bodies to cup his erection through his tight pants. “Stop…” the elder gasped, his back being slammed to the wall beside one of the doors at the end of the hall. Michael’s hand tightened unbearably as he pulled away from Marcus’ mouth with a painful bite to his lower lip and a smile that would make Satan fall to his knees in lust.  “…Michael…”  

“Just let me open the door.” Michael mumbled, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a key card that he then swiped it to open the door. “Get in.” Marcus was drug into the dark room by Michael who tugged on his scarf after releasing his hold on his crotch. “How fast can you get undressed?” Michael asked as he once more latched onto Michael’s mouth, kissing him hard as his hands fumbled with the scarf and jacket to push them off of Marcus’ shoulders. 

It took a moment for Marcus to gather his bearings before he took control of the situation.  “Calm down, my pet, there’s no rush.” The older brunette said with a smile, dragging in deep breaths to calm himself. Michael was moving too fast, not because Marcus wasn’t ready, but because the condoms were in his bag under all of his clothes, along with his special strawberry-scented lubrication. “Are we safe in here? No interruptions?” Marcus went on as Michael moved away to flick on the lights so that Marcus could now see the room they were in, as well as see Michael lock and chain the door.

“No interruptions.” Michael said, an evil smile spreading over his lips. He could feel that his expression was now mimicking his desire, his arousal for this man that was so close, so close to tearing his virginity away. The closer they got to the act, the more the butterflies in his stomach threatened to come up his throat. Marcus had an air about him that was effortlessly s****l and Michael wanted him to take him, badly, but first he wanted something else… “Marcus, can I see your c**k?” Michael asked, his mouth watering as he stalked towards Marcus, placing his hands on his chest and turning his head to meet his gaze. “I’ve only ever seen mine and I want to see how big you are before you put in me.”

Marcus felt his mouth go dry as he listened to this teen who used such stimulating words.  He was usually the aggressor in these situations and it was only James who ever spoke to him the way Michael was now, it was like he was once more than willing virgin desperate for a loving caress. Those pale green eyes bore into his own, urging him closer to his doom, hands were already under his sweater at his belt, desperate to see his flesh. Not only was Marcus unable to resist anymore, he just didn’t want to. “Touch me, Michael.” Marcus said airily. “Do what you want to me, I won’t stop you.”

“Good.” Before the word had completely gotten out of Michael’s mouth, he pushed roughly against Marcus’s chest to knock him back on the bed. Marcus gasped, but the gasp turned into a moan as his belt was pulled open and his zip pulled down, releasing the mass of hard flesh out into his hand. “God, Marcus, will this hurt when you put it in me?”

Marcus squirmed under the intense scrutiny of those green eyes and that warm hand that cupped him. “It all depends…” he panted, rising up off of the bed to gaze down at Michael while examining the flesh in his hand.

“Depends on what?”

The elder groaned, his erection straining. Michael was asking too many questions and he was unable to even think clearly. “I dunno, it depends on how much you’re prepared before intercourse, how much your body can take …how big I am when I finally get into you.”  He cried out when Michael lapped at his tip. “Do that again.”

“I’ve always wanted to do this, but it became a burning need after I met you on Gaia.”  Michael wrapped his long fingers around the base of his c**k. “You teased me for months about you c**k, never giving into any of my questions about how big you were or thick.” He caressed the tacky flesh with his fingertips, feeling the flesh quiver. “Now I know why.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the under seam, from base to tip, tasting the elder’s premature desire. His mouth watered for more of a taste. “If you had have answered me, I would have been too scared to have s*x with you. But now there’s no turning back.”

Michael silenced himself when he took the tip of the other’s c**k into his mouth and tasted the head with a stroking tongue. It had a bittersweet taste that was similar to the taste butterscotch candy when first popped into your mouth, and he loved the taste of butterscotch.  Marcus groaned and before Michael could reconsider his action, he was swallowing the c**k whole, the head sliding along his tongue to guide the shaft smoothly down his throat. It choked Michael magnificently. He was larger than Michael had initially thought, but he could take more than he thought, too. This was all in all better and easier than what he had expected. Michael slowly pulled his head back, the shaft leaving his mouth so that he could c**k his head and draw the tight sac at the base of the shaft into his mouth. This mass of skin was saltier and almost like a toy for his tongue to bounce around his mouth. Already, Marcus was more than he could have ever expected.

“Michael…” Marcus groaned, his hands moving from fisting the blanket on the bed to tangle in the short, thick hair. He pulled his head closer and his mouth swallowed him whole, knocking Marcus’s breath out of his lungs. This kid…he was sucking him like a piece of candy, hollowing his cheeks and sucking him to the back of his throat, his teeth scraping just enough to make Marcus want to scream. “Kid…you have to stop…” The elder said, the back of his hand pressed to his mouth to silence the scream that threatened to escape his lips. It was too soon and he felt like he was going to come. Marcus pulled at Michael’s hair, a weak attempt to pry his lips from around his shaft. Michael sucked harder.

“Why?” Michael asked, ducking his head down to nuzzle the thick thatch of dark curls that surrounded the base of his c**k. “I love the way you taste.”

Marcus cried out, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was holding Michael’s hair. It was too much. “I’m…coming…!”

“Then come.” Michael mumbled to the tip of Marcus’s shaft before sucking him back into his mouth, sliding his lips along the shaft. He glanced up when he felt the shaft swell on his tongue and truly threaten to choke him and saw Marcus bow his back and cry out. Suddenly, Michael’s mouth was filled with the elder’s nectar, falling to his tongue before sliding down his throat. He smiled when Marcus fell haplessly back to the mattress, petting his head as he lapped up the remnants of the semen. “I’ve never had a guy come in my mouth before.” Michael giggled, wiping his mouth on the back of hand as he rose up from between Marcus’s sprawled legs, sitting back on his heels while smiling down on Marcus. “You taste better than I could have hoped for.”

Marcus saw white lights dance before his eyes as he drew in long, ragged breaths into his lungs. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and only Michael mattered at the moment. “I thought you’ve never done that before?”

“I haven’t. You’re my first.” Michael smiled, crawling up Marcus’s body to sit on his lower belly. Marcus groaned. The teen struggled a minute to pull his hoodie over his head before tossing it aside and planting his hands firmly on the elder’s chest, noticing the heavy lids and the red face of his lover. “Hey, are you ready to go or are you too old to come more than once in a night?” Michael giggled, playfully slapping Marcus’s face until the college student turned his face out of the pillow to meet Michael’s gaze. The teen quieted under the intense gaze.

“Are you joking me?” He laughed, rising up to shift his weight and pin Michael beneath him. Marcus kissed him deeply, not caring that the taste on Michael’s tongue was his own. “With age comes experience, my pet. Along with experience comes conditioning.” Marcus spoke softly as his hands traveled shamelessly under Michael’s snug t-shirt to roll a pert n****e between thumb and forefinger. “I’ve been conditioned for long hours of endless sex.” Michael cried out when Marcus forced his shirt up to expose his flawless chest, the supple skin of youth, tanned naturally from hours in the sun. Already Marcus felt his c**k swell with need. Once more, the teen gasped. “You feel that? It’s ready again, and will refill many times in one night.” Marcus left his chest in order to crush Michael to the mattress with is heavier body. “You’re young and inexperienced, can you keep up?”

Michael bit down on his lower lip before reaching up to wind his arms around Marcus’s neck, pull him down to kiss him languidly, passionately. “Teach me.” He said simply, bringing his legs up to wrap around the elder’s waist, feeling the other’s erection press against the seam of his pants. It scared him, to think that this mammoth piece of flesh would soon be wedged into one of the smallest openings of his body. Michael shook his head, ducking to press his nose into the front of Marcus’s sweater, inhaling his hypnotic scent, a mingling of scents that spiked his libido. “Marcus, I want you to touch me…” The teen said in a near whisper, nuzzling into Marcus’s neck before drawing his pierced lobe into his mouth.

Marcus purred as a tender part of his body was laved with a skilled tongue. He drew back enough to pull his sweater over his head and toss it aside. “How do you like to be touched?”  The elder asked, feeling a bit wicked as the thought of how James would toy with Marcus before intercourse, making him tell what he wanted and how he wanted it. “I want you to tell me what you want.”

Michael groaned, arching against Marcus so that their pelvises ground together.  “Touch me here.” He said, taking the elder’s hand to guide it to his crotch. It was hard in his hand, straining against the material that was already tight. “Grab it and pump it.”

“Do you masturbate, Michael?” Marcus asked outright, jerking the shirt over the teen’s head as his hand snuck under the waistband of the jeans to touch the flesh. He wanted to release him, palm the flesh, bestow Michael with the pleasure he had given him and suck him until he came in his mouth. But first, he wanted to play. “Do you touch yourself when you think about me?”

Michael flushed an even deeper shade of red than he already was, a shade that seeped down his neck and to his chest to make his dark pink n*****s stand out against his skin. He turned his head away from Marcus to hide his blush. “Yes, I touch myself.” Michael said, words a low rasp of breath as Marcus palmed his erection through his jeans, then bent to lap at the n*****s on his chest. Michael moaned and rolled his head so his eyes latched onto Marcus’ “Whenever I talk to you, I have one hand on the keyboard and the other down my pants. When I think of you at night, I push my fingers into my body and think it’s you screwing me.” Their eyes were locked as Michael confessed to Marcus, not embarrassed by the fact, not flinching when the other’s hand tightened like a vise on his c**k nor that Marcus hardened considerably.

Marcus said one thing. “Show me.” And removed himself from the boy to stand at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips, waiting.

“Are you insane?!” Michael exploded, fists balling the blanket under him. “I can play with myself at any time, but I don’t have that same luxury with you!”

“Oh, what a disobedient pet I have here.” Marcus said with the shake of his head, but then his voice changed to something that James would be proud to hear coming out of his mouth.  “You heard what I said. I won’t go any further until you comply to my demand.”

Michael’s brows furrowed. This was such a change from the man he had gotten to know over the net, different from the man he had come to know in person over the last few hours. It was frightening and exciting all at once. Marcus had been right when he said that Michael didn’t know him enough to want to give him his virginity, but there was something about this guy that made his body cry out. There was just something that made him want him and the only thing he could do is comply.

The teen met Marcus’s eyes as he rolled over and rose up on his knees to slip the zipper on his pants down, his hand slipping inside. His lids fluttered as his fingers touched his flesh, his head falling back in bliss. He needed more. Michael fell back to the bed and kicked his legs to squeeze out of his pants. There was nothing underneath, so his c**k immediately sprung into the light and his fist found the turgid flesh and he began to pump as if he would die if he didn’t finish at record speed. His hand slid up the tacky flesh, his thumb pressing into the leaking eye of his head before he raked his nails down the shaft. He cried out and arched, his hips thrusting just as powerfully as his hand was working. “Marcus…” Michael moaned, his right hand now wet enough that he replaced his right hand for his left, his moistened fingers falling lower to fondle his tight sac, roll them between his fingers. “More…I need you in me…!” Michael filled that void with his right hand, one finger pushing past his barriers, then another until his bliss had him on the verge of tears. 

It felt so good, to be filled and stroked at the same time. He removed his fingers along enough to pull his right leg to his chest and wrap his arm under it, enabling his fingers to push deeper. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that just wasn’t enough for his burning body.  “Marcus, please, put it in me.” Michael begged, finally opening his eyes to see Marcus panting at the foot of the bed. That was who he wanted, who he needed, the only man in the world that would have satisfied his hunger in that moment. “…Please…”

Marcus felt his c**k twitch as Michael pumped his c**k, but he almost came when his long, slim fingers pushed into his ass. His breath hitched, his heart rate increased. It was impossible to hold out much longer. He kicked off his jeans and underwear, quickly scanning the room for where his bag fell, catching sight of it just in time to watch Michael twist his fingers and wrench a cry from his own mouth. Yes, this boy was going to be the death of him. Marcus retrieved his bag from the floor in front of the door where it lay along with his coat and scarf, rummaged in it for a moment until he found his lubrication and condoms. He was more than ready to give Michael what he was so desperately begging for. “Stop.” Marcus ordered, dropping his items on the floor beside the bed. Michael’s head jerked to the side and their eyes locked, the teen’s filled with lust and wanton need. “Are you close?” He asked, nuzzling into Michael to lap as a drop of sweat that ran down the side of his face.

“Yes!” Michael panted, pulling his fingers out of his entrance while releasing his c**k with his other hand, both arms coming up to wind around Marcus’s neck. He pulled him down and forced his tongue to the back of his throat. Marcus climbed up on the bed along with is young lover while they exchanged heated embraces and passionate kisses, pressing himself between his open legs to grind their erections together. “Please, take this pain away from me!”  Michael was near to tears when Marcus touched his dripping organ.

Marcus fell deep into the kiss while his right hand caressed Michael’s quivering flesh, from his cheek down the outline of his body and around to where his fingers had worked magic on his ass. He gently prodded the puckered bloom, savoring the gasp he received from Michael, and pushed a single finger inside. “Mmmm, damn!” Marcus cursed when the tight band of muscles clamped down on his digit. He thrust his finger in and out before adding a second.  “You’re pretty wet, but you need to loosen up before I can have s*x with you.”

Michael furiously shook his head. “No, I want you in me!” He gasped. “I’ve waited long enough…”

Marcus felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. “Fine. Get on your hands and knees.”  Michael blinked up at him as if he didn’t understand. “It will be easier on the both of us, it opens you more so there won’t be as painful.” He explained.

The teen nodded in understanding before shifting to where he could roll over and brace himself on his hands and knees, turning to look at Marcus over his shoulder. “Is this good?”

Damn, this kid was a tease! Every word he spoke was purred with an Irish lull, making it hard for Marcus to control himself. “Perfect.” He growled, reaching over the side of the bed for a condom and his strawberry scented oil. He tore into the foil package and pulled out the condom, then slipped it onto his weeping organ before coating three fingers on his right hand with the oil. “Stay calm. Relax.” Marcus ordered, pressing two slippery fingers into the virgin entrance. Michael gasped, cried out, his body tensing as Marcus pumped his body. When his fingers moved without any interference, he added the third finger and thrust his hand in and out of the hole, thoroughly coating the inner walls with the oil and stretching the tender ring. After a few minutes of Marcus preparing Michael, the teen began thrusting back on his hand. It was then that Marcus knew Michael was ready. He replaced his fingers with the tip of his c**k.

Michael screamed at the initial pain of being pierced for the first time. He thought it would have been easier as often as he used his fingers to pleasure himself, but the organ that pushed through his barriers was thick and long, bringing tears to his eyes. Never had he known such pain. He threw his head back, his nails tore at the blanket beneath his hands and Marcus remained motionless in his body. Michael didn’t know what hurt more, his nether mouth that was being speared or the inside of his cheek from where he bit down to keep his cry silenced.  “…Marcus…” He released followed by a gasp when Marcus finally started moving. “You’re hurting me…”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Marcus growled, unable to breath after the initial thrust.  Michael was definitely a virgin, he was painfully tight. He was being clutched by the ring of outer muscles and the inner walls were bearing down on his hard flesh. When he first pierced the teen, he felt a rush of moisture against the condom, adding to the lubrication for easier entry.  He was unable to stand this, if he waited too long, Michael would want him to pull out. If he asked for that, Michael’s first time would be r**e. “Bear with me for a moment, you’ll start to like it.” Marcus drew a deep breath into his lungs and thrust into the teen.

In and out, once, and Marcus ground his teeth when his shaft was raked by painfully tight muscles. In and out, twice, Michael’s body released more moisture. The teen reared back in pain, muffling his scream by pressing his mouth into the pillow. The third time, Marcus didn’t hold back and pushed in completely, his tight sac actually slapping Michael’s rounded backside and both men cried out. It was the sound that Marcus so needed to hear, the quiet gasp of surrender that provoked his animalistic instincts, a side that James would be proud to see. “Marcus.” Was all that Michael said before Marcus took Michael by the hips to hold him steady for Marcus to slam into the tender virgin body.

Michael screamed, his body was being assaulted by waves of emotions and sensations. He didn’t know what to do with himself, he was torn between pleasure and pain, of wanting more and of wanting Marcus to stop completely, torn between telling Marcus to take him and pushing back on the older man and riding him to meet his own gratification. Michael screamed when Marcus seemed to read his wants and take hold of him to brutalize his body. He wanted to scream, more was all he could think of. The pain he had been feeling since Marcus filled him was still there, but he savored this pain and embraced the pleasure Marcus had promised him.  It was a wonderful feeling, he was lost in this wave, his head falling forward with his ass arched in the air, he felt something warm run down the backs of his thighs. The feeling was lewd and made his c**k jerk against his stomach. Hopefully it would be semen when Marcus came. “Marcus!” Michael cried out, reaching around to take the elder’s hand and guide it to the forgotten root that ached him to no end. “I’m…almost…” Thankfully, Marcus got the hint and pumped his c**k in rhythm with his hips. In less than a minute, Michael screamed as he came.

Marcus grunted, his head rolling back on his shoulder when Michael came, his seed covering his hand as his tight inner walls tightened even more, milking his body until he came hard, groaning Michael’s name as the teen fell limp to the bed, fast asleep.

He smiled and rolled to the side, keeping his larger body off of Michael as he stretched out on the clean blanket beside the teen. This boy was adorable, his face flushed the deepest shade of red, mouth hanging open in his slumber, body drenched in sweat. Marcus reached out and twirled a strand of Michael’s thick brown hair around his finger before brushing the sweat soaked strands from his face. He must have been exhausted from this endeavor, the mixture of sensations that were foreign to his body combined with the frantic pace that Marcus set were enough to knock any first timer out.

“Rest, my pet,” Marcus whispered, leaning in to kiss Michael on the temple, the teen’s sweet taste lingering on his lips when he pulled away. “You’ve earned it.” He slowly sat up, his hips seeming heavy from his ministrations with Michael. It was very seldom that he topped anyone, but he wanted to be inside Michael so badly that he couldn’t stand it. It was like a deep desire that festered into an obsession, but topping was exhausting. Marcus had a lot of respect for James and his endurance if he was able to do this all night, especially when they were together and his best friend gave into all of his demands. For a moment Marcus rested back on the heels of his hands, allowing his stiff muscles to relax, leisurely glancing down to his semi-erect c**k, sheathed still by the soiled condom. Marcus cringed, he knew it must have hurt, he knew that his first time had, there had been so much pain that James had so gently, eagerly lapped away at his body until he learned true pleasure. It was when Marcus first realized that James could make his heart melt…as if!

“I need to stop thinking about him while I’m with someone else…” Marcus sighed, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and searching the dimly lit room for the bathroom. He hadn’t had a chance to admire the room when they’d first come in, but now that he saw it, it was homey and gave off the aura of family comfort, nothing at all like the scent of s*x that now hung in the air. Marcus spotted a door on the far side of the room and stood, pulling the soiled sheath off of his c**k as he walked, dropping it into the bin by the door as he flicked on the light. It was a small room, colored deep taupe with only a shower and tub opposite the door, with a sink and a toilet. At the sink Marcus washed his hands and splashed water on his face. He jerked a towel off of the rack, wiping the water from his face, pulling the soiled condom off and tossing it before wiping at the semen on his c**k. He cursed at himself when James once more popped into his head. If James had been the one in bed with him, they’d still be screwing like animals and he wouldn’t be able to walk. “Dammit, leave me alone!” Marcus cursed, slamming his fists down on the sink. “I need to concentrate on Michael, he’s the one that matters tonight.”

“Do you mean that?” came a drowsy voice from the doorway. Marcus gave a start and turned to see Michael leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, completely nude and looking delicious. “Did you mean what you said, Marcus?”

Marcus smiled, dropping the dirty towel into the sink, meeting Michael’s eyes in the mirror. “Of course I mean it, it’s your night.”

The teen lowered his head, his hair falling down to cover his eyes. “You don’t have to worry about me, Marcus, think about that other man if that’s what it takes to get you through this. I know that I’m inexperienced and probably not of your tastes. That you’re probably only doing this because…”

“I want to be.” Marcus finished, turning and taking Michael into his arms, embracing him warmly while smothering him with deep kisses. “I chose to come here tonight, because I wanted you so badly I couldn’t stand it.” Marcus brushed his fingers through Michael’s matted hair, the teen’s heavy lids drifting closed for a moment. “Michael, why are you up? You need your rest.”

Michael shook his head, nuzzling in to Marcus’s chest. “No, I can’t waste what precious time we have together by sleeping.” The boy reached up and tangled his fingers in Marcus’s hair. “I don’t want to stop,” he sighed into his ear. “I want to keep going until I pass out from exhaustion.”

This was rare, a virgin wanting to go all night like a seasoned lover. Marcus loved it.  “Be careful what you wish for.” Marcus said with a smile. “But if that’s what you want, who am I to deny you?” Marcus bent and ran his tongue over the column of the boy’s neck, making a shiver go down Michael’s spine, the once tender fingers in his hair becoming vicious. “Ahh!”

“Stop toying with me!” Michael growled, jerking Marcus down to his knees by the soft hair in his hand. “Get rid of this!” He gestured to his organ which was once more fully erect.

Marcus was back in familiar territory. He smiled, ducking his head down to nuzzle the thick thatch of hair that surrounded the base of his shaft. Marcus sucked the head into his mouth, tasting the boy as a single drop of precum coated his tongue. Michael wasn’t as large as the men he usually slept with, but he was still practically a child, too and still had quite a bit of growing to do. He cut his eyes up to see Michael’s eyes roll to the back of his head as Marcus drew his c**k into his mouth, the boy’s body quaking and threatening to buckle. Marcus ran his hand up the outside of Michael’s firm thigh, over his hip bone, and up the flat plane of his belly to hold him to the wall with the heel of his hand planted to his chest. He sucked Michael hard and caught a pert n****e between thumb and forefinger, rolling it, loving the sound that the teen emitted when he finally collapsed to the floor.

“Are you weak from the pleasure?” Marcus purred into the youth’s ear, pulling Michael close to his body to lap at his pierced ear, his hand taking up where his mouth left off. “I want to hear your voice, Michael, I want to hear you enjoy yourself.” His lips trailed from his ear to lick a hot trail from his jaw down his neck and to his collarbone. Marcus left painful kisses across the collarbone, the red marks he left behind vanishing as fast as he left them. By any means, Marcus did not want to leave a mark on this Micheal, only James would get that. After a moment, Marcus continued on to the n****e that his fingers were pulling at. “I love how you react to every little thing that I do to your body, the sounds you make and the way your body shivers…I can’t get enough.” Marcus pressed Michael down to the cold tile floor, his lips wrapping around the deep pink n****e while his hand stroked his erect c**k.

Michael couldn’t suppress the sounds that rolled from his tongue. He was unable to do anything save lay there on the cold floor with the full weight of his lover pressing down on him. There was something about this luscious weight suffocating him that added to the heat of his body. “Marcus…” he let out, his hand pulling Marcus closer as he chewed on his n****e. Michael never knew how sensitive they could be until Marcus was pushing him towards another orgasm by simply suckling him. Marcus sucked hard on the flesh, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue before rolling it on his tongue, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth. The hand on his member was moving torturously slow, up and down only to squeeze the shaft while pressing the nail of his thumb into the leaking slit. Michael screamed. “Marcus!!!”

“Are you close?” Marcus breathed against his wet chest and Michael nodded. “Good…” the elder reared back and separated himself from Michael, the boy crying out in frustration. “Be still.” Marcus ordered, lifting Michael effortlessly to prop him against the sink, making his weeping c**k level with his mouth. He sucked on Michael until the boy bowed, his hands tearing at Marcus’ scalp, leg coming up to drape over his shoulder, head thrown back. Michael came hard, filling Marcus’ mouth with his essence. “I love the way my name sounds when you come.” He stated simply, lifting his head in order to meet Michael’s gaze. “Can you stand?”

“No,” Michael panted, running his tongue over his lips and pushing his hair out of his eyes. The first time he came had made him exhausted, but this time was like an adrenaline pushing him for more. And that was just what he wanted, more, more, and more. “I need the strength your arms offer and the bliss you body promises.” Michael laced his fingers through Marcus’s mahogany locks to tilt his head, their hungry eyes meeting. “I want you to have s*x with me again, and this time, I want to see your face when you come.”

Marcus arched a brow. “It may hurt if we face one another.” Even as he spoke, Marcus was leading Michael back towards the bedroom, pulling him by the hand as he smothered his face and neck with his heated kisses. He was ready for this kid again, and this time, he wouldn’t stop after just one round, he would do a thorough search of his body to find his every weakness, every tender spot that made his body shiver, and take his time doing so. “Are you ready to enter into my world?”

“Yes,” Michael pulled Marcus to a halt, rising up on the tips of his toes to place a kiss of the utmost desire, filled with heat and affection, to Marcus’ lips. He had no idea what effect it would have, he was inexperienced in this stuff, all of this was new to him, but, with an open mind, he hoped to learn. “Can I be on top?”

“Whatever you want, Michael.” Marcus replied, understanding just what it was that Michael needed. He backed away from Michael and fell back on the bed. “I will willingly give my body over to you to experiment with. Do with me what you will.”

Experiment with? Do what he will? Michael felt saliva gather in his mouth at the sight of this handsome mass of perfectly sculpted flesh laying bare and ready for whatever he many want.  How in the hell was he going to do everything he wanted before Marcus left? Michael growled and launched himself for the bed, using his knee to separate the older man’s thighs as he crawled up his body. For a single instant their eyes met before Michael ducked down and sucked Marcus into his mouth.

“Is that all you’re going to do?” Marcus panted, blood quickly flowing south. “Blow me?”

Michael shook his head around his c**k and drug a ragged gasp out of Marcus. He was the one the edge of coming when he pulled away. “No,” he continued to idly stroke his c**k with his hand while nuzzling into his hairless thigh. “I just wanted to suck on you a bit more.”

“I’m not a piece of candy.”

Michael giggled. “Sure you are, a special kind of candy that will still be here when I get done sucking.”

“Pervert!” Marcus hissed.

Once more Michael giggled. “This coming from the man that’s screwing a guy you just met!”

Marcus had no time to rebuff the comment before Michael glided a condom over his shaft and mounted him. He gasped, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Marcus heard Michael give a startled cry, Marcus knew that this had hurt him, but still Michael bore the pain and rolled his hips to create friction between their bodies. This feeling, a mixture of pleasure and pain, the feeling of being in control while being controlled, was baffling. His body was in overdrive within moments. “Michael.” He released as a rush of air, his hands taking hold of Michael’s hips to guide him along his shaft, his eyes shooting between the sight of his c**k sliding into Michael’s ass and the teen’s hard member brushing just at his navel. “It feels better now, doesn’t it?” He was entranced by the wonders of Michael’s body when he felt something warm hit his chest. Marcus glanced up, thinking that it was sweat, and saw that Michael was crying. “My pet, why are you crying?” Marcus asked tenderly, rising up on his elbow to get closer while his other hand reached up and the pad of his thumb wiped away his tears. “Am I hurting you?”

Michael viciously shook his head. “I don’t know what to do…” he wept, thrusting hard against Marcus. He lifted his red eyes up to capture Marcus’s blue gaze. “I don’t know what to do with myself now that this is all that my body wants.” Michael squeezed his eyes shut and ground down on Marcus hard. “It feels too good to have you in me now.”

There was nothing that Marcus knew to say to comfort Michael. He knew the sensations that were going through his body, had felt them often, but the feelings were fleeting usually passed after the release. “There’s nothing you can do.” Marcus said simply, pulling Michael in for a kiss before he fell back into the mussed blankets on the bed. Michael looked amazing over him, his smooth chest rising and falling as he used just his legs to move his body up and down his shaft, his hands braced on his chest. Marcus wanted to sink his teeth in the smooth column of his throat when his head fell back, hair spilling down his back. Of Michael were his, he’d leave his mark on every inch of his flawless baby flesh. Tonight the only mark to be left was the one of his first intercourse.

Michael gasped, feeling fire pool in the lower part of his belly. This was more intense than the first time, and it was lasting longer as well. It was like an inferno was burning his body from the inside out, all stemming from the c**k that was prodding at his insides. Having s*x with Marcus was so much easier now, there was only the initial pain of being entered that quickly led to pleasure, he was already sufficiently prepared and wet from the first time. He had no problems mounting Marcus and impaling himself. “I love how you’re making me feel…” Michael panted, drawing Marcus into his arms to gently caress his cheek with his hand. It was just so surreal that he man he had been fantasizing about for months was now here in his arms, in his body, the fact that they were both males and that they had such a difference in their ages. Michael felt his heart swell, happy that Marcus didn’t care. “I don’t know how I could possibly fell any better.” He sighed, nuzzling into Marcus’s neck.

Marcus barely heard what the boy had said around their moans and the sounds of their bodies joining, but it was a challenge none the less. “I promise you I can make you feel better than this.” Marcus wound his arms around Michael’s narrow waist, pulling him as close as physically possible as he shifted his hips and aimed deep into Michael’s narrow body. He thrust as hard as the position would allow, searching for that one spot in the male body that would cause the utmost bliss. Marcus would know when he found it, it was deep in the body, like a treasure trove where one had purge the darkest depths to find, but the searching was always rewarded. “I want you to scream my name when you come, Michael.” Marcus demanded, holding Michael tightly as the tip of his c**k prodded at a certain bunch of muscles within the smaller body. Michael gasped as the area was hit, once, twice, and with the third hit, Michael screamed at the top of his lungs, nails digging into Marcus’s shoulders and raking down his back.

“Marcus!!!” Michael felt hoarse after his lover’s name rolled from his tongue. White lights flashed before his eyes, his c**k shooting its hot seed onto their stomachs. He didn’t know what had happened, one moment Marcus was filling him, and the next, his c**k hit something inside his body that made him scream and come with such a fury that left him shaking from the force of it. But there wasn’t time to analysis what had just happened, before he had even recovered from that mind blowing release, Marcus had rolled their bodies and Michael was once more pressed to the mattress and this time, they were facing. “You’re not done yet, are you?” Michael asked in a weary voice, spreading his legs as wide as he could for Marcus to get closer. He caressed the older man’s face, ran his fingers over his swollen lips, he could never look at this man enough. Michael shifted to get more comfortable and felt that Marcus was still hard inside of him. “I want you to finish, too.”

Marcus growled. God how he wanted to finish, but Michael didn’t seem like he could handle it. “I don’t want to push you, I’ll just…” Marcus couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence, he simply began to pull away. “This was all about you, not me.”

“No!” Michael shouted, reaching out for Marcus before he could pull out. Marcus seemed startled. “I told you that I wanted to see you come.” Michael wrapped his legs around Marcus’s hips and hooked his ankles at the base of his spine. “I want you to come in me.”

Marcus didn’t need any more incentive than that as he began to thrust into Michael. He had hardly been able to stand it when Michael’s inner walls clenched his c**k when he came, and now he was so ready to burst. Marcus loved Michael’s willingness to keep up with him, his stamina and desperate need that matched his own. He silently vowed to brand himself into Michael’s body forever, never would he be able to find a lover quite like Marcus. It may have sounded selfish of him, but he felt possessive of Michael, it didn’t matter that this would be their first and last night together.

This time Marcus refused to hold back like he had been, in the end they would both be too exhausted to do anything but snuggle up together under the covers and sleep until morning.  Topping was exhausting, but a boy’s first night was as well. Marcus pushed his hair out of his face, meeting Michael’s beautiful green eyes as he began to thrust. Michael moaned when he started moving, his long nails biting into his shoulders to hold on tightly, his legs wrapped even harder. “My pet,” Marcus laughed, shifting against Michael’s body to push the boy’s left leg to his chest, opening him as much as he could. “You don’t have to cling so hard.” Marcus laughed, bending his neck to kiss the hollow of Michael’s neck where sweat had gathered.

“I’m sorry.” Michael panted, his arms falling to his sides on the bed, fisting the sheets in his hands. His head fell to the side, his body seeming to tense as both knees were held firmly to his chest by Marcus. “I just don’t know what to do with myself.” And it was true, he didn’t. He wanted to cling to Marcus so tightly that they melted together, forever able to feel these wonderful sensations that he was feeling now, existing in a single form where only their pleasures mattered.

Marcus smiled. “You look at me.” He said gently, turning the boy’s eyes back to his own. When their eyes met, an electric charge ran through them both. “Keep your eyes on me and think only of me.” Marcus shifted Michael’s legs to his shoulders to free his hands so that he could mesh his fingers with those of the boy’s, pinning Michael to the mattress completely.

Michael thrashed beneath Marcus who was restraining him with his entire body, forcing him to remain focused entirely on his while his body was thoroughly used. Never had his body been contoured so, being opened and stretched with unfaltering accuracy. He now understood why Marcus had him on his hands and knees earlier, positioned the way that they were now made Marcus seem double his original size. Michael loved how big Marcus felt in him. “More!” He demanded, the sensations now unbearable.

Marcus knew that he could hold himself a bit longer, but he didn’t want to. His hips were heavy, legs sore because his used his legs as leverage when he thrust, but most of all his c**k was weeping with the need to release. He ground his teeth and bore down on Michael as he thrust as hard as he could, piercing the boy beneath him with long, deep, heavy thrusts. Until now, he was aiming for anything but Michael’s sweet spot, but now that was the one area he wanted. Marcus drew back and filled Michael to the hilt, gasping when the tight inner walls, like a rippling tunnel, clenched him, the outer band pinching the base of his c**k. The boy’s c**k was wedged between their bellies, the flesh and sticky semen creating a nice friction. If Michael wanted more, he’d give him more and end this torture for the both of them. 

Their eyes locked, the boy’s face flushed the deepest shade of red seeping down into his chest, pulled his c**k completely out of Michael to slam back in and hit his prostate like a missile. They both came, Michael screaming and Marcus releasing a breathy moan. 

“I can’t breathe…” Michael gasped, arching against Marcus. “You’re heavy!”

“Oh.” Marcus released Michael, his arms and legs falling limply to the bed around Marcus as he pulled his limp organ free of the boy’s body and sat back on his heels. He was so sore, his body exhausted from the exertion. “Damn, that s**t was hard.” He said under his breath, pushing his hair back out of his eyes.

Michael gingerly sat up when he heard Marcus’s words. “What was hard?” he asked shyly. “Dealing with a whining virgin and all of his demands?”

Marcus laughed and shook his head. “No, I meant topping.” He drew Michael close to his body as the teen gave him a confused look. “I’m rarely the one on top, I’m usually the one on the receiving end of things.” He laughed again. “But I wanted to be with you like this, it makes me happy, especially being your first.”

Michael grinned, glad that he hadn’t been a burden to this man. “I’m glad, too.” He said, his eyes suddenly heavy. “Marcus, will you sleep with me until morning?” he asked, nuzzling into Marcus.

Marcus smiled, squeezing the teen for a moment before gently pulling away. “Of course I will, but first,” he rose from the bed and Michael frowned at the loss. “I’m going to get rid of this,” He motioned to the soiled condom. “And clean up a bit.”

Michael nodded and watched as Marcus walked away. He stretched his sore limbs and yawned, crawling to the headboard and burrowing between the sheets. Michael wanted to wait for Marcus to get done, but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep.