CHAPTER 60 | Endearment

I threw my arm over the other side of the bed, the one occupied by my big and fluffy bear, only to have it land on a warm, empty space. I opened my eyes to see that he wasn't on the bed, again. What happened with our rule of waking the other one up with a kiss?

I turned to look at the ceiling, the amazing painting of Mark that he made yesterday was hanging over the wall behind the bed. I yawned and stretched my arms, wondering where the heck he was now.

I pushed the sheets away from my body and simply put on a pair of baggy pants and a plain shirt. Then I went to the bathroom to drain my lizard and brush my teeth. After that, I walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the main hall, not bothering to put on my shoes or socks.

Once at the end of the stairs, I noticed that the main door was slightly open, letting some of the sunlight crawl inside the house. I could also hear the sound of water spraying along with the whistling of some random tune.

I walked over to the door and opened it fully, letting my eyes adjust to the morning light until my vision was clearer. In front of my car which was all showered in water and soap, was Mark, holding a hose as he washed off all the bubbles in which my car was covered in. He must have heard the sound of the door opening, because he stopped his whistling and turned to look at me, a toothy grin creeping onto his face.

"Good morning, little angel." He greeted.

"Morning." I replied, returning the smile.

"Sorry for not waking you up. I was planning to do it after I finished washing your car... You don't mind that I'm doing this, do you?" He asked, a bit concerned.

"No, no, there's no problem at all." I said calmly, crossing my arms and leaning on the door frame. "Keep doing it."

"Alright." He said as he went back to spray the car with water. What he didn't know was that I was carefully observing his every movement as he did so. I let my eyes to take in the way he was dressed. His white tank top was dripping wet, making it see-through, allowing me to see the variety of muscles that defined his torso. The sun kissed his exposed arms, looking so big and so strong. He had on a pair of black shorts that let me see his perfect, muscular and hairy legs, and his figure ended on his meaty feet that were covered in a pair of sneakers.

Mark turned slightly to look at me, a sly smile on his lips as he probably caught me checking him out. I simply returned the smile and remained on my spot. What he did next was to turn his gaze to the road in front of him, bringing his hand to take the collar of his tank top, and he started pulling on it several times, fanning himself with it. I could feel myself getting a bit hard under my pants, just by thinking that that damn wet tank top could come out so easily...

"It's a hot day, isn't it?" He asked me, turning to look back at me.

"Yeah... Very hot." I replied.

Mark smirked again before turning his back to me and continuing to spray the car with the hose. He looked down at the lower part of the car, and I watched as, very slowly, he started to crouch down so he could wash one of the wheels. And holy fuck, wasn't it hot the view that he was presenting to me. Crouching in front of the car made his perfect round ass stand up even more. I don't know if I was imagining things but I swear he perked up his ass a bit more to make it look even bigger. Even the hem of his shorts was a bit too down from the level of his waist, allowing me to see a part of his butt crack. I was already too lost in the view before my eyes, which was so arousing, that I couldn't control my actions as I found myself squeezing my crotch under my pants, not giving a damn if other people was able to see me. There wasn't a lot of people around this neighborhood anyway.

I moaned lowly as I continued to rub myself over my tight pants. My boner was so visible already, and I was sure that Mark had caught a sight of it as he stood up and turned back to me. From here I could see how his eyes looked from my face to my crotch, and I could see the slightest blush form on his cheeks, but he still smirked anyway, licking his lips at the same time. He walked over to close the faucet that was attached to the hose, and he put it aside. He left my car standing outside, covered in water as he made his way inside the house. I stepped out of the door frame so he could enter, then he closed the door behind him and his piercing grey eyes were all over my body, devouring me with them.

"You look very happy to see me." He said in a raspy voice, walking over to place his hand on my crotch and making me moan at the touch. I repeated the action, grabbing his growing member under his shorts and squeezing it, enticing a cock-hardening moan from Mark and I took advantage of the moment to slip my tongue inside his mouth. Soon the both of us were sucking our faces off while squeezing our dicks under the fabric that protected them.

We pulled away with a whine from the both of us and I quickly used my hands to grab the hem of his tank top, lifting it up. Mark raised his arms so it would come out and I dropped it onto the floor as soon as it did. Little droplets of water covered his neck, pectorals and abs, but that didn't prevent me from devouring every part of it. Mark was already moaning as I nibbled on one of his nipples, desperately trying to pull my pants down. He managed to slip them down along with my boxers, and his big hand came into contact with my throbbing piece of meat.

I stopped sucking on his nipple as Mark got down on his knees and started to suck me off without hesitation. I groaned as he moved his head back and forth the length of my cock, his tongue joining the action. He moaned on my cock too, pulling down his own shorts and boxers so he could pleasure himself. I took off my own shirt and dropped it on the floor, not caring that we were already being naughty in the main entrance of the house.

Mark lifted his hands so he could pinch of both of my nipples, making me moan louder. I started to move my hips desperately, thrusting my cock into his mouth and making Mark whine even more. I leaned over his kneeling position so I could take off his sneakers and his white socks, so now we would be completely naked. As he continued to suck me, I used my hands to spread his ass cheeks and I dipped two fingers inside his entrance, Mark's body trembling at the action. I moaned at seeing my fingers pulling in and out of his warm entrance. I quickened the pace of my hand and fingered him harder and faster.

"Mhmmm!" Mark hummed with my cock inside his mouth as I pleased his hole.

I so wanted to have my cock buried inside him in this moment, so I pulled out my fingers from his hole and made him pull out my cock from his mouth. I took him by his armpits and lifted him to his feet, guiding him over to the dining table, where I bent him over so he was laying his head, chest and arms over the cold surface of the table.

Mark was already breathing heavily and his hole was quivering in anticipation. He turned to look slightly over his shoulder and I didn't think it twice as I plunged my cock balls deep into his rectum.

"AAH!" Mark screamed in pleasure. He let his head fall back onto the table as I ravished his pretty hole with my cock. I rubbed his back and leaned down to place small kisses on it, listening to his moans as if they were music to my ears. His ass was so round, so big, so bubbly, and so damn fuckable. It pleased my cock to levels that I could have never imagined. I might be just a normal, horny, bisexual teenager with a bigger preference for guys. But I wasn't always dreaming of them fucking me. I also dreamed of me fucking them. And which one was better for me? I couldn't decide because both roles felt so fucking good.

Mark lifted his right leg, placing it on top of the table to give me more access to his already stretched out hole. Our loud moaning and panting reverberated over the hall and the sound of my balls hitting his ass made an echo sound all over it. I moved my hips as fast as I could, wanting to pleasure him to the maximum, wanting him to reach his climax by having his prostate stimulated. His hands were clenched into fists, the sight of his veins popping out of his biceps and his inked arm aroused me even more.

He lifted his torso from the table, so he could touch my chest with his back and he turned his neck to look at me, sticking out his tongue and trying to reach for my lips. I opened my mouth and caught that sloppy tongue of his between my lips, then I started to suck on it. I sucked on his tongue and Mark whimpered in pleasure, as I traveled my hands up and down the lines of his muscles. One of my hands stayed on his left nipple so I could pinch on it while the other went to play with his balls. I squeezed and pulled on them gently, stimulating them so they could shoot the cum inside them already as I continued to pound his perfect round ass. I didn't care if we were doing this right on the table where lots of people have eaten.

Our tongues danced with the other's, my hands touched his body, my cock stimulated his prostate every time I pushed it in. It was too much pleasure to take for the both of us.

"Oh, Zack! Yeah! Fuck me!" He moaned shakily into my lips, and before I could do anything to stop it, Mark came all over the surface of the table. With a loud cry of his I watched as his whole body shook with an extreme pleasure and from his cock was coming out that thick, white liquid, landing all over the table and even some drops falling to the floor. He was whimpering and mewling the entire time his orgasm lasted. I just stared in awe at the mess he made on the table... Wow, that was so much cum.

I pulled my cock out of him, even though I hadn't come yet. Getting closer to the table, I brought my face down into the puddle of warm cum he had created and started suctioning it all into my mouth, me moaning as I did so.

I tasted his fluids, running my tongue all over the puddle. I felt drops of precum landing on my feet, which were from my cock that felt more than ready to explode, but I wasn't cumming yet. I lifted my gaze to take a look at Mark's face. He was staring at me with his mouth wide open, blushing slightly as he saw me slurping and swallowing every drop of his cum. I could tell the sight made him horny again because his cock rose back to life. Picking up a last portion of his cum into my mouth and keeping it there, I walked towards Mark and placed my hand on the back of his neck, so I could bring his face down to mine and kiss him deeply, using my tongue to push his cum into his mouth.

Mark moaned at the action, and he used his tongue to taste his own fluids too. This made me hotter than ever, and my poor aching cock was begging for a release, but I held it in. I was edging and edging as much as I could, so that when I really want to cum, it will feel a thousand times better. We were swapping his cum into each other's mouths, and I kept our lips sealed until I heard him swallow.

We pulled away, strings of saliva and cum attached to our lips. Mark was so horny once again that he decided to lick off those strings from my lips. I knew he was ready to go for a second round, so I took his wet hand and we walked naked straight towards the kitchen, our cocks rock hard.

Once there, we kissed a few times before we both fell onto the floor. Mark shivered a bit when his back touched the cold tiles, and then I joined him by climbing on top of him. I stroked Mark's cock and took some of his precum into my hand, so I could guide it to my entrance and rub my wet fingers against it. I moaned softly before I lifted myself a bit and positioned Mark's cock right in my hole. Once I felt his tip poking it, I let myself fall on it, impaling me on it completely and making me whine loudly in pleasure when it hit my sweet spot. Mark trembled and moaned too at the action. I placed my feet flat on the floor and my hands clutched his shoulders, before I started to ride him at the fullest in the kitchen floor.

My hard cock met my movements as I bounced up and down on him as if he was my trampoline. Mark's mouth was wide open, from where all of his sounds escaped, and so was mine. He placed his hands on my hips and encouraged me to take him deeper. The fact that we were doing this in the kitchen turned me on way more.

I slipped a pair of fingers inside Mark's mouth and he sucked on them eagerly, the same fingers I had used to lube my entrance. He let out muffled moans as he sucked on my wet fingers as if they were a pair of dicks. When he was done with that, he started to sit up on the floor, while I was still sitting on his lap and riding him. Once he was sat, he wrapped his arms around my back and touched our chests together. He caught my parted lips into a row of hot kisses and we both were moaning uncontrollably into our mouths, lost in a trance of lust and desire for each other.

After I rode him some more in the sitting position, he leaned down until now I was the one with my back touching the cold floor, and Mark was hovering above me, his cock still inside me so we were now in the classic missionary position. He moved his hips in fast and fierce movements, hitting that ball of nerves inside me and making me moan his name. His face so close to mine that I could feel his quick breathing and the smell of sweat starting to form on his forehead. He kissed me with that love and passion as he continued to thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying and living every second of what was currently going on.

It was when Mark hit my spot like five times more and that's when I gave up on trying to hold the cum inside me. It all spurted out from my cock, like 5 full and powerful shots of it landed all over the cupboards behind me, on both of our faces, on our chests. I was squirming a lot at the immense delight I received from my orgasm. Mark enjoyed so much seeing me cum and bathing us both in my fluids, and to trigger his own ejaculation, I licked his cheek where some of my cum had landed, and kissed his lips so we could swap it.

It worked, because in a matter of seconds Mark was whimpering and shaking as he came for the second time. I felt his hot milk filling my hole, making me feel so warm by inside. We pulled away from the kiss and he fucked me through his orgasm until his body stopped twitching and he fell on top of me, trying to recover his breathing. The smell of cum and sweat had now invaded the entire kitchen.

"How the hell did we end up doing it in the kitchen?" I asked. Mark chuckled and started laughing, and so did I.

"I don't know. You were the one who dragged me here. I couldn't complain." He said, pulling out of me slowly and making me feel empty.

Sometimes when you're horny, you tend to do things that in your normal state of mind you wouldn't do. You're literally so lost in a sea of pleasures that you don't give a damn of the world that surrounds you. And when you're finished and that feeling of horniness fades away, you lose all interest in anything sexual related. Sometimes it even seems a bit disgusting. For example, back there at the dining table, I was so horny that I started to swallow and swap Mark's cum, and right now when I see it it's just like: ew no.

But in the end, it all was absolutely amazing as always, and I didn't regret anything that happened. So I brought Mark into a couple of soft kisses before we stood up on wobbly legs. We were still covered in cum and so was the floor, the cupboards and the dining table.

"We should get ready for school." I told him.

"Heh, yeah." He replied, rubbing his nape.

"But first we should take a shower. What do you say?"

"Yeah, let's do that."

We started to make our way to the staircase and towards my bedroom in our dirty birthday suits.

"Next time try not to be so provocative with what you wear." I told him playfully.

"Hey, it's not my fault that your dick gets excited at the mere sight of me." He joked.

"Shut up." We laughed and we both took a shower together.

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We were currently at lunch break, after three of our classes finished. I was eating some nachos with cheese while Mark ate his favorite junk food: a hot dog. That's what he almost always gets, and other times he's eating either a big burger or a slice of pizza.

During lunch Mark told me that his classes were already finished, and that he would go home straight away. I raised a brow at him.

"Oh? And you're not even going to wait for me?" I asked him.

"I would... If I didn't have something important to do first." He said, looking down at his plate and playing with a crumb of his hotdog on the plate. I looked at him curiously and he dared to look up at me, smiling shyly before he spoke again. "I actually... Wanted to give you a surprise for when you got home."

I made an O with my mouth, nodding and wondering what he had in mind. "And what is it?"

He chuckled. "That's why it's called a surprise, silly. I can't tell you." I pouted a bit and he leaned forward to kiss my pout.

I do like surprises, especially if they come from Mark. But they make me really anxious and I would just spend the rest of the day thinking about what kind of surprise it might be.

Mark left right after lunch break finished, not before telling me that he would be back to pick me up at 9 PM. I agreed and so I spent the rest of my classes, moving my legs and tapping my foot on the floor repetitively, just thinking about what Mark had planned for me. As the physics teacher rambled about some uninteresting stuff, I leaned my hand on my cheek and thought about some possibilities.

Maybe when I get home, I will find the house dimly lit, with a trail of rose petals going all the way up the stairs to my bedroom, the door open ajar and letting some light come inside. There would be a note on the table that said Come upstairs, baby ;) Then I would go up the stairs and would find Mark laying on my bed completely naked, resting his head on one hand while the other is on his waist. He would have more rose petals on his body, the bed would be surrounded by lots of candles and romantic music would be playing in the background.

Well, that would be so cliché. That's pretty unlikely to happen.

Another thing I thought about was that maybe when we got home, he would rip off all his clothes and would lie down on the dining table. Then he would take out lots of ingredients and food and he would pour them all over his naked body. Then he would look at me and say Eat me, so I could literally have him for dinner.

Okay, now that's a lot more unlikely to happen than the previous one. And why is it that I only think of sexual surprises? Naughty Zack.

Classes went by slower than usual, and when the final bell finally rang, I left the classroom and through the double doors of the school faster than a man after hearing the pregnancy test results.

I was out of the school and into the night street, and I didn't have to wait too long as I saw a car approaching and coming to a halt on the parking lot. When I noticed that was my car, I made my way towards it. But before I could get fully closer, the driver door opened and a very elegant Mark climbed out of it. I saw he was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt under it. He had black pants and a pair of dress shoes that I had never seen him use. I didn't even know he had that kind of shoes.

But that wasn't the most important thing. What I admired was how good he