Christmas Comes to Fruition: Mark Weighs In
When I completely woke up, I realized two things: I was naked and I was naked on the sofa with Sam, and Owen was standing looking at us. I'm sure you're heard all kinds of things about me from them, by the way, and maybe some of them are true, but I think it's time you heard from me, Mark. I seem to be the epicentre of so much of this crap. Sorry, I don't mean that. Sam and I just had the most intense sex of our lives so I'm a little depleted.
Owen politely went into the kitchen to give us a chance to run upstairs and find some clothes. But as I continued to wake up, the reality that this was, in fact, a new world struck me. Like yesterday was one and today was another. Sam had responded to my gambit in the best possible way. I was still kind of freaked by it all. And I hoped we hadn't stained the sofa too much.
We got some clothes and met in the hallway again. Sam stopped me, grabbing my hand. “Did we really do all that? I mean, yeah, I know we did, but really?” He leaned in and kissed me a few times, as if answering his question.
“We did, Sam. And it was awesome. I mean, you were awesome.” I slid my hand in his track pants and grabbed him. “You were fucking awesome.”
“Hey there, let's keep things cool...at least until we go to bed.” But he looked really happy, like a little kid. I kissed him again and we went downstairs.
Owen was sitting on the sofa looking all innocent, but he didn't ask embarrassing questions. He told us about being in Perth wandering around the shops, buying a few groceries, some wine, stopping for a long coffee until he decided he had given us enough time for whatever it was we were doing. What were we doing I was still figuring it out.
“So you two...have come to an understanding?” Sam swatted him on the head, like brothers do, I guess. “No, really. I'm serious.”
I was sitting beside Sam and I took his hand, feeling a bit stupid, but pushed on. I looked at Sam who gave me one of his smiles. “Yeah, I think we understand each other. Thanks, Owen. I mean you really convinced me to try and it...” I looked at Sam again, “...worked.”
Sam looked a bit uncomfortable, but he was also smiling. It was like he couldn't help himself. It was like Ebeneezer Scrooge on Christmas Morning unable to restrain his happiness at the new world he woke into it. Not that Sam was anything like Scrooge, mind you.
After breakfast, Sam and Owen went for a long walk and later, Sam told me they had talked it all out. I guess talked in ways that brothers can and I was a little envious, wishing I had a sibling to share these kinds of things with.
I sat on the sofa and tried to read George Eliot, but my head was...well, it was still focused on Sam. Always Sam. Not just his cock, or his ass, or the way he kissed, or smelled, but on him. Him. I guess I finally felt free to obsess over every second of the time we had on the sofa, starting with that moment when some magnets went off in Sam's head and he more or less glued himself to me – mouth and cock and body. Fuck. I was going to replay that one for a long time.
After dinner, we went to bed early and you might be wondering where we slept. Well that was a moment, wasn't it? Sam got up to go to bed and stopped and we looked at each other. I was just about to say something and Sam, all casual, said, “We should totally sleep in the room at the end of the hall.”
That was that. So, yeah, we slept together for the first time in a nice big queen size bed. I mean, we'd slept about two metres apart for four months, but this was not the same. I could tell Sam felt a bit awkward, so I took his lead and made no big deal about it. We ditched our clothes and curled up together just as we had on the sofa downstairs. How nice was that? Really fuckin' nice, as Sam would say. And we didn't have sex. How can you have sex right after the sex we just had? I mean really. People need a break after something like that.
The next day we didn't do much. Sam and I were tired, after all. We played stupid board games and ate junk food – the usual holiday stuff. I read some books for my classes and Owen graded papers. But in the late afternoon, Owen went upstairs and came back, looking a little guilty. Almost.
“Hey you two, I was wondering...”
And he produced three little pills that had smiley faces on them. Sam had this big grin on his face and he looked at me, his eyebrows raised a little. I looked at both of them and they seemed so excited. It's not like I didn't know what they were. Of course I did. But I had never had the stuff before and frankly, it scared me a little.
But I was not going to be the wet blanket, and after a moment of rearranging my head, I said “Sure...it's the holidays. What better time?”
So after a nice dinner and some quiet music, we went back to the living room, stoked the fire, and swallowed our little pills. I felt self-conscious and, frankly, nervous. I knew Sam knew this, and he pulled himself closer to me on the sofa and whispered in my ear, “I'm going to be right beside you the whole time. I'm not going anywhere without you.”
And you know what? I believed him, but more importantly, I could tell he didn't just mean tonight. That was pretty sweet.
After about an hour, I started to feel...different. I could feel every one of my heartbeats through my whole body and my skin was tingling. And my skin tingled all the way into my cock. It was that intense, and I had the biggest hard on. Wow. My vision was a little blurry and I wanted to move.
Owen got up and I watched him move. How beautiful he was, just moving. My attention was all on him for a minute until Sam's hand took mine. “You all right? Everything ok in there?”
I looked at him and a waterfall of love just washed over me. I moved toward him and wrapped my arms around his chest, kissing his neck, nuzzling his shoulder, smelling his amazing smell. I felt his lips on my temples, on my ears and I slid my hand down inside his shirt and felt the softness and warmth of him. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. Everything seemed very bright even though the room was dim, lit only by some candles.
We stared at each other for a moment, and his eyes were big and vulnerable. I suddenly became aware that our lips had met and I had realized we had made that happen. It felt like it had to happen. We kissed for a while as if it had become the most interesting thing in the world.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Owen in the middle of the living room and there was more music than there was before, music that throbbed through my whole body. I got up and walked toward him and found I was moving in tandem with him. I felt the music everywhere in my body and Owen was the second most beautiful man int the room. I wasn't that stoned, come on.
We moved together and soon we were dancing really close, and I felt his arms go around me, pulling me into a nice jazzy hug, while his torso and mine followed the logic of the music. Our faces were close and his lips – bigger than Sam's - just had to be kissed, so I did, getting off on the softness and the taste of him. Then I felt more arms go around me from behind and I felt Sam's whole body against mine and the three of us moved together until Owen let go of me and moved away, and he seemed to be transporting himself to some other place because he started to go in slow circles, his eyes closed.
Sam whispered in my ear, “You are so hot, I want to fuck you right now.”
His words sent me and my cock into hyperdrive and I felt him grind into my ass, and his dick was all hard against me. We stood like this for what seemed like a year and then I noticed Owen circling closer until he was right beside us, smiling. His eyes were huge. He ran his hand over my face and down the front of my shirt, then slid it into my pants, grasping what felt like the hardest cock ever. Then he turned to Sam, his smile even bigger. “Sam...I really want Mark to fuck me...just once...just one more time...is that cool with you?”
To my surprise, the thought sent me further up and I could feel a rush of blood into my face and into my prick which I imagined was going to burst out of my pants, and then I realized Owen had unzipped me and was stroking my exposed cock which had lovely shadows and light on it from the candles. I was stoned, shut up.
I felt Sam's lips on my ear. He licked around my earlobe and nuzzled his face into my hair until I heard his voice. “Well, Mark...what do you think? I think it would be fuckin' hot to watch you fuck my brother...but only if you're into it. I mean really...it's up to you.” And he pulled my face back to his and added his mouth and tongue and they made sparks fly in my eyes.
I looked into his eyes and said, “Yeah, Sam. But only if you're right beside me. Only if I can touch you. But otherwise,” and I looked at Owen, grinning, “I'm totally down with this.”
Owen closed his eyes and smiled, then he got on his knees in front of me and started to lick me, running his hand softly up and down my prick before taking in the head, then the whole thing. I put my hand in his hair, massaging, and then Sam's hand joined me and we both caressed Owen scalp. I felt Sam pull my pants down below my ass and then his cock was nudging me between my cheeks, wetly massaging around my hole and I wanted nothing more than for him to just go for it.
But Owen got up, his lips wet and he put out his hand and led me to the sofa, where everything seemed to happen in this house. He pushed me down and Sam came with me and then he took my hand and nuzzled his face into my neck licking it. Owen stood in the front of us and started to undo his pants, sliding them down and off. His underwear was tight and his cock was perfectly outlined in them, hard and pointed to one side. I felt my mouth water, but I didn't move, still distracted by Sam's tongue in my ear.
Owen tossed his shirt to the floor and I was amazed at his beautiful body. I wondered suddenly why some guy hadn't grabbed hold of him and not let go. The thought faded away when I realized Sam was pulling off my shirt and licking my nipples, biting them and playing with them with his tongue. Things were always so fucking real with him and all I wanted was more.
Sam slid my pants completely off. I felt his lips in my ear again and he almost purred, “I don't want you ever to wear underwear again...forget the Christmas present. I like you bare and ready.”
What is it with Sam and the way he talks to me because I wanted to fucking fuck him, now, and my cock was just sitting there, and it felt like the head was gaping, hungry to be fucking someone, or to be in someone's mouth...which it suddenly was. Sam had leaned over, and was mouthing the end and he grabbed my balls. He drove his head forward and swallowed me. The intensity was beyond electric. I looked up at Owen and he was still watching us, giving himself a slow stroke. But he seemed to blink and then he knelt down beside his brother and they both started to bathe my cock with their mouths, their tongues all over the place, and they took turns sucking the end and lapping my balls, then Sam was holding the base while the Owen tongued the head, sucking up my juices.
But I could feel that the two of them working together was going end only one way and I wasn't ready. I pushed their heads away, and managed to say, “Slow the fuck down, you two!” I felt I could take charge now. I pulled Owen onto the sofa and took his cock in my hand. I felt Sam beside me and he said really quietly, “Save your cum for me.”
I turned to him, and I was smiling and almost in tears at the same time. It was MDMA after all. But I also knew what he was saying and I wanted the same fucking thing. I wanted to give my cum only to Sam. It was his.
I heard Owen's voice say, “How do you want to fuck me, Mark?”
My mind went about ten different directions and the music took me even further, the feeling of Sam's arm around me, the smell of our bodies, the light from the candles...it was all trying to help me answer the question. Finally I said, “Stay right where you are.”
He smiled and lay back on the sofa. My cock was still damp, but Sam leaned down and sucked me some more, getting me really wet. I spit into my hand and massaged my fingers into Owen who felt so soft, so achingly vulnerable, and so fucking hot. I wanted to screw him into the floor. Where was this coming from? But I went with it. I pushed myself forward and positioned my cock where it needed to be. I said, “Are you ready?”
“Just fuckin' do it.”
So I slid into him. It felt a little tight and a little slow, but my juices seemed to be getting things going because I gradually realized I had slid all the way into him. Out of some less stoned part of my brain, I said, “I'm bareback, Owen...”
“I don't fuckin' care. If you're not safe, none of us is.”
I took that as a compliment and permission, so I adjusted my hips and leaned forward, my body weight was my first fuck into him. As I did, I felt Sam's hand on my ass, stroking my cheeks, sliding his hand all over them, then running it up and down my crack. Then I felt Owen's hand join his brother's on my ass, and his finger found my hole, exploring and Sam's cock was there for a moment, joining his brothers' hand. The skin around my hole was practically singing it felt so alive and I felt Sam's lips on my back and then I felt his cock caressing my ass deeper when I pulled out of Owen. I felt the wetness and the heat of the cock that I was totally in love with pressing into my hole. I wanted him in me so badly, but I had another job to do first.
He whispered in my ear again, “Don't forget, your cum is mine.”
It was another fucking incantations that made my whole body go nuts with pleasure. I turned to him and our lips wrestled before I said, into his mouth, “It's all fucking yours, Sam. I'm going to drown you in my cum.”
I felt his body laugh before I heard it and he kissed me again. He said, “I can't wait...”
Before I realized it, I noticed my body was working, moving a little more insistently into Owen, and I wanted to look at him, I wanted to see what I was doing to him in his eyes. I adjusted myself so I could fuck him harder, and I pushed forward so I was leaning almost overtop of him, my hips forcing my cock straight down in him, over and over, and I just started at him. Once of twice I leaned down and kissed him, or licked his face, enjoying his salty heat.
He was making a low sound in the back of his throat and it was as if he was singing in time with the music...oh yeah, the fucking music. It had taken off and was blasting in an amazing rhythm and I wanted to fuck him in time with it. The music and I – I imagined – were in complete harmony, the music and I were both fucking the hell out of Owen. On and on, I drilled him. I knew that Sam's worries about getting my cum were just that. I was nowhere near coming, but I could tell that Owen was starting to climb into the clouds.
The low sound he was making started to rise and again it sounded like a perfect counterpoint to the beat and melody that were filling the world around us. I felt Sam's hand on my ass and he manage to slip a finger in while I fucked his brother and that really sent things up a notch. I looked into Owen's eyes and I could tell that he was there. He was just there. His eyes slowly closed as I saw his body jerk from the force of my body impaling him and when his eyes were closed, his body began to tremble and his mouth opened and I just realized he had been fisting his cock somehow the whole fucking time and just as I had that thought, he blew, and a few streaks of cum spewed out of him and I saw it hit his chin and splash around his face, followed by more that painted his chest, cover one of his nipples then leave a pool that began to run down the side of his torso.
When it was clear he had emptied himself, I gently slid out of him, my cock aching and wet, and I leaned down and slurped up some of his cum, cleaning his nipple and sucking up the pool before it dripped onto the sofa. I leaned back and swallowed, and I knew I was grinning like an idiot but I didn't care. Owen sat up and put his arms around me and we hugged. He said into my ear, just like his brother but not like his brother, “Thanks Mark. You and Sam...well, you two are making me think...that it's worth it. Love each other, will you?
He got off the sofa, still dripping with his cum and picked up his clothes. I felt suddenly sad to see him go – because he was going – but at the same time he had given us his blessing. He wiped his chest off with his shirt and slid his underwear back on. Sam got off the sofa and they hugged, which was intense to watch since Sam was naked and hard, and Owen was just in his underwear, but I also got the sense that for them it was no big deal. These were just the natural states of brotherhood for them. Sam kissed his ear and Owen turned and walked toward the big staircase and away from us.
Sam walked over to the stereo and turned it off. He put out his hand to me, so I got up and our bodies were together again, just like they were supposed to be. I still felt the showers of sparks in my eyes and my skin was still igniting every few seconds, but the high was a little less now. He led me to the pile of blankets that were in front of the fire and I had the thought that we two would always be there, either just sitting, or fucking, or whatever.
I felt like crying but it was the kind of crying you get when you feel so much that the only way to make any sense of it is with tears. I lay down on my back and just as I had taken his brother, Sam settled into the familiar place between my legs. He gripped my thighs – I think he really likes my thighs – and began to swirl his dick around the muscles of my ass, smearing it around my balls, running the head of it up the length of my cock, all the while, supported on his arms, he kissed me in what seemed like ten thousand different ways with the amazing softness of his lips. You get that I was still pretty stoned, right? Nevertheless.
His cock started to make its way back to the root of me, and with a little pressure, I let him slid in, as if we had done it for years. The stupid analogy of keys and locks and all that shit felt weirdly appropriate. Was it ecstasy or Ecstasy? Or both? I don't know. I just knew that when he started to fuck me, licking my knees, bending down and kissing my things, pushing his cock so deep in my that I was sort of lost to myself, it was only because he was there with me.
“Oh fuck, Sam...I didn't want to say this yet..but I fucking love you, OK?”
And he laughed. I mean he threw his head back and laughed. Not in any way like he was making fun of me. Not at all. It seemed like joy. Simply that. As he continued to move his hips in interesting ways, he gradually brought his face to mine and we slid into our favourite – already – place: eye to eye. He said, very softly, “OK. Say it again.”
“I fucking love you.”
He kissed me again. “OK. That is the best thing anyone has ever in my entire life said to me.” And I saw, to my amazement, that he was crying, just a little.
He was, as well, still fucking me, which was almost confusing, but I managed to lean forward and lick the tears up. And they tasted – and I know this sounds strange – like his cum. But there was something about what he said and what I did that set things off because suddenly he leaned back and gasped, “Oh my fucking fuck, Mark, I'm totally...”
And he couldn't finish because he had clenched his whole body and I could feel a tremor in him and a tremor from his cock that had actually stopped moving but I knew was gushing into me, over and over. I almost felt every spasm of his cock, every spurt of his cum and then the storm passed and he lay down so we were chest to chest, my legs still splayed out to the sides and him still deep in me. I wanted to somehow remember this moment as if it was a snapshot. A four dimensional snapshot, through time and space and here, and how.
But Sam, being Sam, was not done. He very carefully slid out of me and he found some kind of hunger all over again, because he drove his face into my ass and started licking, then moved his face to my cock – the one that would produce the cum I promised him when I was fucking his brother – and began to feed, it seemed, and he wanted whatever was inside me to be in him. He jacked me and sucked me and pumped me and with a rush and an almost painful orgasmic whatever-the-fuck, I started to fill his mouth and I gave a long moan that came from somewhere in me I had never know was there. I just kept coming. It was running out of his mouth and I could feel it drizzling down my shaft onto my body. He pulled off me and licked it up then went back to sucking me and all I could hear were his soft slurps.
Finally, with a few swallows, he lifted off me and crawled up so we were face-to-face, and the look we gave each other that was both totally new and totally comfy was there. He kissed me and I could taste myself. I explored his mouth with my tongue. But I knew my high was fading fast and I could tell his was because he looked as tired as I felt.
“Let's go to bed, Sam. Let's just go to bed. That's all.”
So we did. We collected our clothes, straightened – and wiped off – the sofa, turned off the stereo, shut off all the lights and made our way to our new bedroom which – spoilers – became our bedroom going forward. I don't quite remember much except the feeling of being in bed, all wrapped in each other and then there was nothing.
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The next morning...well, I suppose it was almost lunchtime, but who's counting? In any case, we woke up in that big bed. It was still a novelty to wake up in the same bed, our bodies close. I wondered what it was like for him. This was all really new, so fucking new. But Sam is a guy – and I was learning this fast – who can accept and even throw himself into a new reality better than anyone I've met.
Where other people gripe and squirm when their lives change, Sam seems to just say, Oh wow, everything is different, how cool is that? We can all learn something from our Sam.
He found some clothes but Sam forbade me from putting on my pyjamas. In fact, he threw them in the garbage. He made me put on a pair of the briefs he bought me for Christmas. In all the fuss, I forgot about them. When I had opened them in Christmas Day, I had looked at Owen and he looked at me and we had to keep from laughing. It was such a sweet gift, but for someone who is ostensibly not wanting to fuck their best friend, it's an odd gift to buy them. But I loved them, nonetheless. I also remembered what he said to me when I was about to fuck his brother. So I knew there were going to be lots of times when I could go commando and that was a thing. I get hard just thinking about it.
We emerged from our bedroom...wow. It's going to take some time to get used to saying 'our'. Anyway, we got out of the bedroom and Sam stopped, like he was listening. I couldn't tell what he was hearing. He turned to me and said, “I think Owen has gone.”
“What? How can that be?”
“Not sure.”
We went downstairs and there was no sign of him. But we found a note in the kitchen which said,
Dear Cock Hounds,
I called an Uber and when you get up I'll be gone, so you two can fuck all you want wherever you want. Have an awesome New Years! Sam, I'll pick up the car when you get back to K.
Love, O
Sam looked at me. “I don't know if I should be pissed or glad.”
I shrugged. “You know, on the whole, I think it's a good thing. Because...the plan Owen and I had was that he would leave with your parents, but you kind of persuaded him to stay...which is why he did some 'errands' in Perth because he was trying to leave the two of us alone.”
Sam looked at me, half-smiling. “You two really organized this, didn't you? I'm sorry I almost spoiled it, but I really wanted to hang with my brother...well and I guess we did, right?” He had a sly grin on his face. I could tell he was remembering what he got up to the night before.
“Yeah, we did. That was kind of wild. Maybe not to be repeated?”
“Totally not to be repeated. That was a one-time thing. I'm glad you agree, 'cause I'm feeling a little strange about it.
We hugged and I kissed his neck, then we made breakfast. Together. We made breakfast together and we kissed and I sucked him off while we were waiting for the coffee to brew. How nice is all that?
