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Click my name for the first part of this story. "Do you trust me?" Tad asked. His stomach was churning from the excitement of being with Mark for the first time, but he didn't know if he could really go through with what he was considering next. "You know I do," Mark laughed. "We're sittin' here not wearing pants and I just ate your cum." "Then don't move. I'll be right back." Before he could lose his nerve, Tad ran into his mother's room and opened the drawer next to her bed. She had made a point when they had the talk that he was free to take condoms and lube from her drawer and she'd never question it. Other than getting one rubber to experiment with, he'd never needed anything before. Walking back to the living room, he grabbed a towel from the linen closet and spread it over the leather couch when he got back. Mark saw the condom and got a shocked look on his face. "It's for you, not me," Tad said as he sat on the towel. "Look, sometimes when I'm in the shower I like to play with my ass when I'm rubbin' one out. It feels amazing to me. I just thought maybe you'd like to..." "You want me to fuck you?" Mark asked, his eyebrows drawing together. "I trust you." Tad leaned closer to look in his eyes and handed him the condom. "And I want this." "Dude, I don't know. Won't that hurt you?" Mark turned the foil wrapper in his hand. "And won't it be gross?" The porno was still on and some chick was getting cornholed by a guy with a cock as long as Tad's arm. He gestured to the television. "What about that? She doesn't look like it's hurting her. We can shower afterwards before Mom comes home if it's gross." Mark looked over his shoulder at the porno and Tad saw his dick twitch. "We can try, I guess." He looked back with his eyebrows drawn together. "Promise you'll tell me if I hurt you." Tad grinned and scooted closer to the edge of the couch. He opened the tube of lube while Mark struggled to get the condom rolled down his shaft. He didn't look like he had as much practice as he'd bragged about. Getting a dollop of lube on two fingers, Tad reached down and slowly swirled the cold gel around his puckered hole. He forced himself to relax, adding a little lube at a time until he could get his finger past the tight ring of muscle just inside. Mark was watching his fingers with a hungry expression, his breath speeding up in anticipation. Finally Tad handed him the lube to coat his latex covered shaft. "I think I'm ready," Tad whispered as he raised his knees and pushed his ass towards the edge of the couch. His cock was rock hard against his stomach. Kneeling between his legs, Mark edged closer until the tip of his cock was pressed against the warm opening under Tad's balls. "I never thought about doing it this way. I figured it worked like doggy style." "I want to see you when we do it," Tad whispered as he drew Mark closer, pulling at his naked casting couch hips while Mark bit his lip. "Are you ready," he asked, still looking a little worried. "Go slow," Tad said and bore down to relax his muscles. The cock head was soft, spreading him open for the hard shaft that followed. Tad had to shut his eyes as the pleasure and the pain crossed-circuited his brain. Being filled with a finger was one thing, but Mark's cock required he push back as well. "God, you're so tight. I've never felt anything like this," Mark murmured as he inched his casting couch vid way in. "And you're hot inside. Fucking amazing." Taking it slow, Tad could feel the intrusion slip past the circle of resistance as Mark's stomach brushed his balls. He sighed as he let out the breath he'd been holding, his fingers finally touching behind Mark's back. "I like it," Tad said with a touch of wonder. Mark was leaning over him, his hands pressed into the couch on either side of his shoulders when he bottomed out. "I'm in all the way. Holy crap, this is amazing." Their eyes locked, faces just inches apart. "Fuck me slow for now," Tad whispered. Backing out a little, Mark slid home again with a whimper. "I'm glad I came already or we'd be done right now." "You feel so good. My body is going crazy right now," Tad said as he reached down to massage Mark's ass cheeks. "Look, I'm leaking like crazy." Mark glanced down and saw Tad's erect shaft dribbling with each slow stroke. The slippery mess got on them both as Mark pushed into him, adding a slippery friction. "Get closer. Hug me or something so you can rub against my stomach and get off, too." Tad didn't need more invitation than that. He put his arms around Mark's shoulder and pulled them together. Wrapping his legs around Mark's body changed the angle a little and made Tad gasp at the difference. "Oh fuck," he cried, his cheek next to Mark's rough skin. "Faster now, oh my God!" Mark increased the pace, making them both pant harder. The feeling of fullness now included a sparking of pleasure with each thrust. Tad whimpered and clutched at Mark's back while he transitioned from smooth motions to jerking thrusts. "I can't hold back if we don't slow down," Mark gasped. "Help me," was all Tad could manage as the pleasure drove him crazy. He felt Mark reach between them and work his fist over Tad's straining cock. "I'm almost there." Mark held his breath as he strained in deep, his hand throwing off drops of Tad's precum, urging him to finish as well. Tad cried out, "Fuck!" An explosion of cum fountained up between them, slicking their stomachs and chests. While Tad jerked with each pulse of his own, he could still feel Mark's orgasm through the sensitive ring of muscle surrounding his cock. The madness of the act gave way to a yielding closeness that made Tad feel giddy. Mark had fucked him until they both came! They were still holding on to each other when Tad leaned over to kiss Mark on his lips. When Mark shoved him away, Tad caught a look in eyes he'd never seen before. It could have been hate or disgust, but it was gone in an instant, quelled by a blank expression. Mark slowly pulled out and left Tad feeling more empty inside than he'd ever felt before. "I'm not ever gonna fuckin' kiss you," Mark whispered as he pulled off the rubber and knotted it. "I need to shower. You can clean up this mess." He tossed the soiled rubber on the towel next to Tad. Alone with the stench, Tad winced in pain as he sat up to pick up the condom wrapper off the floor. His ass throbbed in time with his heart beat when he stood. After wiping the cum off his chest and the lube out of his ass, he carried the towel to the washer and started a cycle. Then he went into the garage to hide the condom and wrapper under other bags of trash. 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