Millennium Madness II - New Years Day

by Marts Fiction I began to stir from my deep sleep, I had that feeling that I was in my own warm comfortable bed and everything that had happened last night was just a wild dream. I began to stretch my muscles after lying in the foetal position. I then became aware of the fact that I wasn’t alone; I opened my eyes to be faced with my reflection staring back at me from the mirror beside the bed. Shit it wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t my bed, this was Marks bed. I slowly got out of bed trying not to disturb Mark from his sleep, I grab my boxers, tee shirt and jeans from the floor and as quietly as possible left the bedroom. I put on my clothes and headed for the kitchen, I filled the kettle with water and turned it on, I caught the kitchen clock out of the corner of my eye it was 11-30am my head was fuzzy from the alcohol and the joints we had smoked, I really didn’t want to face Mark this morning or what was left of it, but I couldn’t just leave. The kettle boiled and I poured the hot water into the mug containing a teabag and sugar and then slowly began to stir, I was sure that when Mark did wake he would surely blame me for what happened last night. I fished the teabag from the mug and poured some milk in and then head for the lounge with my cuppa. I sat down on the settee and sipped my tea, I took a cigarette from the box and lit it taking a long drag filling my lungs fall of smoke I held my breath for about 10 seconds and then exhaled my head began to spin and I began to cough, how good was the first fag of the day. I heard the bedroom door open and footsteps go down the hall towards the kitchen, Mark hasn’t come in and said good morning, just as I thought he obviously can’t face me as he blames me. Maybe I should just leave and hope that in a few days, weeks, months he’ll come round and forgive me for not being stronger and letting last night happen. I heard footsteps heading back-up the hall towards the lounge, the door opened and in walked Mark “Morning Marts, sleep well” he said in a cheery voice. “Morning” I managed to mumble. Mark sat down in the armchair to my right he was dressed in a tatty navy blue towelling dressing gown, he took a few sips from his mug and then placed it on the coffee table in front of him. He took a cigarette from the box on the table and put it in his lips and lit it taking a long drag on it filling his lungs to capacity. We sat their not saying anything to each other for what seemed like ages me drinking my tea, him smoking his cigarette. “Marts do you regret what we did last night?” “Well” I replied “You do don’t you, you can’t even look me in the eye this morning” “Look I’m just concern about you Mark, all the years I have known you, you have banged on about how much you like women. Then out of the blue you suddenly announce that you’re Bi. I woke-up this morning convinced that you would be the one regretting last night and probably lay the blame firmly at my feet. I’m just having trouble trying to get my head around this.” Mark stubbed out his ciggie and took a large gulp of tea “I know that this is a shock for you but I thought what I said and what we did last night would prove to you that I’m completely sure of what I’m/we’re doing. I know that we were both pissed and stoned last night but I was fully aware of what I was doing.” Mark drained the remaining tea from his mug. I look straight at Mark “Are you positive this is what you want” “Marts I’m as sure as I can be. I may have been in love with a few women but there is one major difference between them and loving you. I know that you actually love me and I’m sure that not one of those women not even my ex wife actually loved me, they were just using me to there own ends, but I’m sure that you love me for me not for what I can give you. Am I wrong?” “No” I replied. Mark got up from the armchair and headed for the door “I’m going back to bed, are you going to join me?” he had this huge grin on his face. “I’ll be there in a minute” it was obvious sleep wasn’t on his mind. When I entered the bedroom Mark was already back in bed, I quickly shed my clothes and jump in beside him he pulled me tight into his chest and kissed me hard on the lips. “I am right Marts, you do love me?” “Yes” “This is what you want?” “Mark, I love you, I want you, lets just enjoy it while it lasts”. Mark kissed me again and gently forced his tongue between my slightly part lips, I began to suck on it taking it deeper in my mouth. I gradually release my suck on his tongue and then began to slowly force my tongue passed his lips, Mark responded by sucking my tongue deep into his hot month. I felt Mark place his hand on my inner right thigh, he gently drew his hand up my thigh to my balls and cupped them in his hand and slowly began to kneed them between his fingers sending shivers of pleasure to course up my spin. His hand then moved on to my ridged dick, he gripped it tightly in his fist and with his thumb massaged that special spot on the underside of my dick just below my flared head, my breathing began to quicken and I became immersed in the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Mark’s mouth moved from mine and locked itself to my left nipple, where he began to tease it with the very tip of his tongue. His hand moved from my raging hard on and began to force its way between my legs, whereby I lifted my left leg to allow him better access to his goal my hot arsehole. Mark’s fingers found their way into my crack and found their ultimate goal my puckered arsehole; I could feel them gently caress the entrance to my love tunnel. Mark’s mouth came back to mine and his tongue was quickly filling my mouth his index finger was beginning to probe my waiting arsehole, as he pushed it into me I winced with the sudden sharp stabbing pain. “Mark you need to lube” I hissed. Mark broke from his embrace and reached down the side of the bed and produced a tube of KY. He knelt between my legs on the bed and proceeded to squeeze a glob of KY onto his index finger of his right hand, I brought my knees up to my body with my hands giving Mark better access to my waiting arsehole. Mark again brought his index finger to my puckered hole and this time it slide right in without any trouble, I sighed and again relaxed into the pleasure of the moment. He worked his finger in and out of my hole and within a few minutes he had stumbled upon that most sacred place, wave after wave of ecstasy washed over my entire body. Mark then lent over me and kissed me on the lips, I could feel the tip of his dick pressing against my outer spincer which offered no resistance, Mark pushed again and my inner spincer offered some resistance, he eased out slightly and pushed again this time resistance was futile and it gave way under the pressure and the whole of Mark’s 7 inches slid effortlessly up my arse. I had fantasised about this moment for such a long time and now it was actually happening my arse was being filled by Mark’s ample dick, the whole weight of his body was crushing down on me, we were one, I wanted this moment to last forever. He set himself into a slow even rhythm of long strokes; I locked my legs around his back, our mouths locked together. Mark’s breathing was becoming quicker and his strokes were matching the rhythm of his breathing, the head of his rampant dick was rubbing my prostate with each stoke and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. Mark was now slamming into me so fast that he was doing a fare impression of a hammer drill his breathing was rapid and it was at this point that I could hold off no longer and my dick exploded sending jet after jet of cum splattering against Mark’s stomach. Mark’s body tensed and his breathing stop for a second, he gave one last deep stoke and yelled out for the whole neighbourhood to hear as his dick exploded inside me sending gush after gush of his cum to fill my stomach, he collapsed on top of me and continued to steadily pump my arse with his dick as he strained the last few drops of his cum from his balls.