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This story is a continuation of the Golden Memories series, but it has taken another evolutionary step away from my original intent when I wrote part one; this story will be purely fictional. Mark was a real person I did hook up with a few times (names changed blah blah blah), but aside from his likeness this story is total fantasy, start to finish. Which has been an interesting evolution in terms of writing the series, but again I digress. This story will not contain watersports play for a change, but stay tuned for part four if you were looking forward to that.

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‘Nervous again. Nervous and hot.’ I thought as I stood waiting outside my apartment building. The heat-wave that had been choking the city for weeks had not yet abated, the humidity so thick you could chew the air before you breathed it. Down the street I made out the wavering pattern of mirage coming off the hot asphalt as a drop of sweat traced its way down the muscles of my back. It had been a hell of a hot summer, and I don’t just mean temperature. At twenty-five, I’d hit a point where I felt the need to fully embrace my bisexuality and I had been hooking up with an older man -Dan- a lot, making up for lost time I suppose. I was young, lean and muscular, easy on the eyes with short brown hair and a closely trimmed beard, just longer than stubble. The brightness of the sun beating down washed out my already fair skin, threatening to burn in minutes while I waited for Mark’s car to pull up.

It had been a few weeks since my threesome with Dan and Mark, and I had received an email from Mark wanting to get together with us again. Dan was out of town for the month, which left me alone and horny, so naturally I was feeling the need pretty badly. Even so, I had a strange moment of hesitation, like I was being disloyal to Dan in thinking about hooking up with someone else. Would he be hurt or upset? Ridiculous. We were friends that fucked, and though we certainly had a familiar intimacy, that was all it was. Hell, Dan might be fucking some young cock slut right now. I hoped he was, he deserved it. So, I suggested that Mark and I could hang out one on one, and he came back with the offer to pick me up on Friday and I could spend the weekend with him. Another dubious moment: Dan and I had chemistry and friendship, and though I felt I got enough of a sense of Mark when we met at the bar a few weeks previous to find him likeable enough, could we hang out as friends? There was only one way to find out.

Finally, a black jeep pulled into the roundabout in front of my building, and I could make out Mark’s broad features behind dark sunglasses as he gave me a slight wave. I smiled and nodded in acknowledgement as I approached the passenger side and opened the door, sliding into the seat and dropping my bag on the floor between my feet. The sweet relief of air condition welcomed me as I shut the door, as did Mark’s smiling face. He was a very large man, not fat at all, but immense. Built like a linebacker, he was sheer muscle, thick and broad. Almost a decade my senior, thirty-four years old, he was a few inches taller than me at six-foot-two, and a very dark tone of black. Shaved clean, including his head, he seemed almost shiny in the intense brightness of the noon sun. He wore a thin t-shirt and likewise thin black track pants, causing me a flutter of arousal as I could just make out the shape of his substantial bulge under the pants. I knew he’d caught me checking him out when I saw the wide grin on his lips.

“Hey, Matt. Good to see you, how have you been?” He asked in his deep, resonant voice.

“Been good, could do without the damn heat though.” I replied.

“Tell me about it. Working outside has been killing me.” He chuckled, putting the jeep into gear and pulling out of the driveway.

If I hadn’t already known Mark was a contractor, the mess of lumber and tools in the back of the vehicle would have told me. The smell of sawdust, oil and metal hung lightly inside the jeep. He was a blue-collar working man, practical, no need to clean up to put on a show for me. I liked that.

“Sorry about the mess, work vehicle you know?” He said, noticing me looking over my shoulder.

“You kidding? I always appreciate a good tool.” I said with a wink and a grin.

“I like you!” He laughed raucously.

We made small talk as we drove; we had a way to go with his place at west end of the city. I learned Mark was working on a property a few hours north and had been staying in town there, only coming back for the weekends. I got more of the same sense of him I did when I met him at the bar with Dan; he was a genuine, down to earth guy, nothing showy or pompous about his demeanor. We talked easily enough, no sense of awkwardness or discomfort, and I was getting a good feeling about spending the rest of the weekend with him. I already knew he was an amazing fuck, it was the time in between I had felt unsure about.

“Oh shit, we should stop for beer, I think I’m Fikirtepe escort out at home.” He pointed out as we passed a liquor store.

“Absolutely we should.” I confirmed as he turned off on a side street to head back to the store.

“I’ll get a case of beer; you grab a bottle of that whiskey we were drinking last time.” He suggested, turning off the engine.

We walked into the store together, and I had a flickering moment of apprehension, being out in public with a man I was having sex with. Damn my over active self-consciousness. It could not have been a sillier concern; Mark and I were both masculine looking blue-collar types, no one would have thought anything at all and even if they had, so what? I shook it off and headed down the whiskey isle to where they kept the Irish varieties. ‘Jameson, Jameson, Jameson, ah, there.’ I lifted the bottle of the shelf. I met back up with Mark and gestured for him to hit the cashier first, placing the whiskey on the counter a step behind him, intending to pay for it, but he slid the bottle up next to the case of beer as the cashier rang us up.

“Thanks man, you didn’t have to do that.” I said as we loaded the haul into the back of the jeep.

“Naw, it was my idea, I’m buying.” He replied with a smile.

On the road again, my eyes kept drifting to Mark’s crotch. His pants had landed under him in a way that had accentuated the bulge they contained and I could clearly make out the length of his cock stretching down his left leg. I felt my own manhood shift as I drank in the sight. We continued the conversation, but my distraction was unavoidable, the cock-hungry slut in me coming alive as I thought of everything I was going to do to that huge dick. I was unsure how Mark would react if I just reached over and started touching him while he drove, but I decided I was going to take the gamble. I placed my hand high up on his right thigh, gently squeezing and rubbing his powerful muscles.

“Hmm.” He vocalized, looking over at me with a smile, parting his legs a little more.

I smiled back, happy I had been given the green light, and allowed my hand to drift into his crotch, cupping his huge balls. I caressed them lightly, fondling and massaging before tracing my fingertips down his shaft. My god he was so thick, even flaccid his dick was dense and heavy. I inhaled deeply as my arousal took over and I squeezed him through the thin material of his pants. To my surprise he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. Just a quick kiss, but I definitely felt his tongue graze my lower lip, leaving behind a hint of moisture. I shuddered, my cock coming to full attention, my pants suddenly feeling much too constraining. I glanced around a little self-conscious, but we were alone on the road. I fondled his package for the rest of the drive, the conversation expectedly died off after that.

“We’re here.” Mark said eventually, pulling into the driveway.

Almost surprised, I had lost any sense of time passing while I was playing with Mark’s manhood, absorbed in my desire and fantasies. Snapping back to reality I took note of his rather nice home. It was a big place in a very upscale neighborhood, obviously well-tended and landscaped, speaking to Mark’s profession. I got out, trying to flatten my erection down my pant leg and slinging my bag over my shoulder. I slipped the bottle of whiskey into my bag and carried the beer while Mark unlocked the door and led us inside.

“Home sweet home.” He said, stepping over the threshold.

I whistled a low tone to indicate I was impressed. The place was very nice; spacious and open concept, well decorated, it had a picturesque quality to it.

“You like it? I hired an interior decorator for all this…” He said lackadaisically, leading us into the kitchen, “But this I mostly did myself.” With a little more pride in his voice now.

Rightly so, the kitchen was all dark, rich wood cabinets with marble counter tops and a center island, complete with barstools. It had the look and feel of a very expensive home, and even more impressive that he had done it himself. As I slid the case of beer onto the counter next to the stainless-steel refrigerator, I immediately decided that I would have to cook in this kitchen, if not today then someday I would make it happen. I leaned against the island while Mark cracked open the case of beer and started loading bottles into the fridge.

“We’re in luck, had some cold ones left.” He said twisting the cap off a bottle and handing it to me.

“How about we get into the whiskey?” I offered. It was early, but what the hell?

“Well alright!” Mark laughed, reaching into a cabinet for a couple shot glasses.

I cracked the seal on the Jameson and filled the glasses with the citrine liquid, offering him one and taking up the other.

“Sláinte!” I said, in my best imitation of a Gaelic accent before downing the shot.

“Hey, you like steak?” Mark asked.

“Sure, hell yeah.” I Sancaktepe escort bayan replied.

Mark pulled a couple frozen slabs of beef out of the freezer and dropped them on the counter before offering to show me around. I accepted and followed him out into the living room, giant tv mounted to one wall across from an ‘L’ shaped black leather couch, I noted the presence of an ashtray on the glass coffee table. We skipped past the dining room and I appreciated that I wasn’t being given the grand tour as if he were showing off; Mark was just letting me get a feel for where we’d be hanging out. Upstairs was a spacious master bedroom with a king-sized bed and a loveseat in one corner, with another TV mounted to the wall. Attached to the bedroom was the master bath, Mark flicked on the light and I let out another impressed whistle, leaning against the door frame and sipping my beer. The glass walled walk-in shower was huge, with no discernable shower heads, but perforated panels in the ceiling interspersed by light fixtures.

“Pretty cool, eh? Check this out; heat lamps.” Mark said, walking toward the shower. He flicked a switch and the fixtures clicked on, emitting their warm light, making the black tile of the shower glow. He then reached in to turn a knob on the wall and the entire ceiling of the shower began to rain as if a sun shower had rolled into his bathroom. I’d never seen a shower like that before and I was definitely impressed. Mark shut everything off and approached me, leaning his considerable bulk against my body and pinning my back to the door frame. I was instantly aroused by his weight and warmth pressing against me, and I put a hand on his hip, looking into his eyes.

“We’ll have some fun in there later.” He said in a low tone, drawing towards me for a kiss.

“I can’t wait.” I replied softly as I came in to meet his lips.

We kissed slowly, and as our lips parted his broad tongue slipped into my mouth, playing against mine. I kissed him back hungrily, melting into him as I felt one meaty paw come around my back and slide down to my ass. His hand was so big he could squeeze one entire cheek, making me moan quietly into his mouth as our tongues danced together. As quickly as he started, he backed off, leaving me with my mouth half open and butterflies in my stomach. He suggested we go hang out in the living room, giving me a pat on the butt and turning down the hall. I took a moment to shake the cobwebs out of my head before following him down the stairs. Mark sat down on the couch while I stopped to unbuckle my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor and stepping out of them. I peeled off my shirt and stood there in my tight black hip briefs for a moment, watching his eyes scan me up and down before I sat next to him on the couch. I pulled off my socks and placed them with my pants, now naked save for the tiny briefs that I thought -hoped- made me look sexy. To my delight Mark licked his lips lightly and made a noise of approval.

“Just getting comfortable.” I said with a mischievous grin.

“I remember.” Mark laughed, referencing the first time I had taken my clothes off in front of him.

“You mind if I smoke?” I asked, reaching for the pack of cigarettes in my pants.

“Make yourself at home.” He smiled, dragging the ashtray closer to me.

I lit up and reclined on the couch, taking a long drag on the cigarette as Mark flipped on the TV, settling on some dumb show or another neither of us would really be watching anyway. I reached for my beer and finished it off with a last swallow from the bottle. Mark did the same and said he’d go grab us a couple more. I was getting uncontrollably excited by now, but I had every intention of pacing myself. I really loved being able to hang out with a guy all night and drag the sexual energy out as long as possible, but that was directly at odds with the cock-hungry slut that shared my mind and wanted it all right now. At this moment that latter part of me was day dreaming about tasting Mark’s dick, slipping my tongue inside his foreskin, bobbing on his shaft until-

“You know, you make that look like a good idea.” Mark snapped me out of my fantasy as he placed two fresh bottles on the coffee table.

With that he pulled off his shirt, exposing his bulging abs and pecs, nicely defined under his dark, hairless skin. I watched him, in awe of his body, as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trackpants and slid them down to the floor, taking his boxers down with them. That I’d seen it before was no matter; my jaw dropped at the sight of his mammoth dick hanging ten inches down between his legs, nearly to his knees. The dark foreskin enveloped his entire glans, begging to be nibbled and licked while his smooth, lemon sized balls dangled in the back. This was not at all helping me control my raging need to suck his dick. Mark pretended not to notice the cock-dumb gawking look on my face as he sat next to me, ever so casually. I finally closed Escort üsküdar my mouth and pulled myself together, taking another drag on my smoke. We drank our beers and talked for a while, I could barely take my eyes off Mark’s manhood but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, in fact I think he was getting off on me torturing myself.

Toward the end of our second beer Mark got up and headed to the kitchen again. I watched him go, eyeing his rippling back, ass and thigh muscles as he walked, delighted that I could see his member swaying back and forth between his legs. I thought he was getting another round of beer, but he returned with a bag of weed and some rolling papers, asking me if I wanted to smoke. I said that I’d have some but explained my low tolerance and not wanting to overdo it. I watched him hunched over the coffee table as he expertly rolled the weed into something smokable and asked to borrow my lighter. He fussed with the joint for a moment before he got it burning properly and reclined on the couch, one arm over my shoulder. I took it as an invitation to snuggle up to him, lifting one leg, dainty by comparison, over his. I had to adjust his dick so I could cuddle up to him until my upper thigh grazed his balls and the length of his shaft ran up my leg to my hip. My hands ran over his chest and stomach slowly, stopping occasionally to flick his nipples playfully or to massage his cock against my leg with the palm of my hand.

Mark sat there, eyes closed, enjoying my touching and fondling and taking the occasional puff on the joint. I leaned in to kiss him, slowly yet hungrily lapping at his tongue with mine. He tasted of smoke as he kissed me back, his broad meaty tongue filling my mouth. I could feel him getting hard as his cock began to support its own weight, no longer laying heavily against my thigh. I wrapped my hand around him mid-shaft, slowly stroking up and down. Mark broke the kiss to take another puff on the joint and I took the opportunity to glance down at his manhood. His foreskin rolled over the head of his dick, winking at me as I stroked him, and a smear of glistening wetness was spreading from the slit. Precum was one of my greatest weaknesses, if I saw it I had to taste it, any semblance of impulse control was dead and buried once a cock started leaking that sweet, clear nectar.

I righted myself, pausing for a moment to straddle Mark’s powerful thigh, and reached for the joint. He handed it to me and I took one deep drag before handing it back, holding it in my lungs while I lifted my other leg over his and sunk to my knees on the floor in front of him. Finally, I exhaled a thick, rolling cumulus of smoke while I slowly stroked the massive cock before me with both hands. The weed buzz came on fast, making me tingle as my body and mind took on an airy, floating sensation. I looked Mark in the eyes while I leaned in, my face drawing near his member until I kissed the soft folds of his foreskin gently, leaving a thin string of precum connecting his slit to my lips. I licked my lips erotically, head swimming as I tasted him, and leaned in for more, kissing and gently nibbling at his foreskin. My own erection was straining against the confines of my briefs as my cock-slut nature took over, watching Mark watching me as I cleaned his manhood, swirling my tongue around the head inside his fleshy foreskin.

Any sense of restraint now long gone I sucked and worshipped the godly idol of masculinity with increasing intensity, pausing occasionally to rub my face against it or to lick and suck hungrily at his balls. The taste and smell of Mark’s sex was driving me wild and he watched me service him like my life depended on it while he moaned in pleasure and smoked the joint. I was bobbing up and down on his shaft, my lips sliding the foreskin back and forth across the bulbous head, jerking the lower half of his meat with one hand. Eventually he had smoked the joint down to nothing and leaned forward to stub it out in the ashtray, taking my head in his huge hands and pulling me off his cock to kiss me. I moaned as he probed my mouth with his warm, wet tongue until he pulled back and spit a thick gob of saliva into my mouth. He had done this to me last time we were together and clearly he had remembered my intensely positive reaction. I made a noise of unbridled delight as I swirled his spit around my mouth before swallowing with a shudder. If I wasn’t completely lost to cock-drunk madness before, I was now, and I drove down crazily on his dick, forcing him past my tonsils and into my tight throat.

“Oh god yes baby!” Mark growled in response.

I forced myself all the way down to his balls, my throat stretching impossibly wide as I took his entire length into me before I gagged and pulled back off him with a gasp. I went on like this for a while, pushing myself down his shaft to the base before pulling off and rubbing him against my face, leaving wet tracks all over me before wrapping my lips around him and bobbing on him rapidly. As I worshipped Mark’s big black cock, I could tell he was building up to orgasm; his breathing becoming shallower and raspier. I kneaded his balls with one hand and jerked his shaft feverishly while I sucked and licked at his head, precum flowing out of him like a river, coating my mouth.

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