A New Years Feast
It had continued snowing leading up to New Years and between walks and fucks and walks and sitting by the fire, Mark and I planned a really nice dinner for the 31st. We had to drive into town to get supplies, and champagne. I had never really cooked with someone before and despite the fact that I'm a slob and he is not, we did pretty well.
In the afternoon of New Years Eve, Owen Facetimed me. He had a wicked grin on his face.
“How's it going in the Love Shack?”
“Fuck you...but we've been fucking each other silly, if you must know.”
“That's what I want to hear.”
“How are you doing?”
There was silence, then he said, “Oh, things are great. Just getting ready for the new term...”
I knew there was more to that story, but I decided to leave it. “Well Happy New Year, brother.”
“You, too, and give my love to Mark. Have a swell night...when are you coming back?”
I hadn't quite thought of that, but I said, “Oh...I guess the day before classes? When do you need the car back?”
“Oh, whenever. The Parents are paying for it.”
We both laughed, feeling the history behind that comment, the history that we both in subtle ways were making our parents atone for our childhoods now that we were adults. Why wouldn't we?
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After dinner and before midnight, we had a bath. Yes, another bath. We had several baths that week. And fucking in the bath sounds great and all, but just try it. It's awkward and slippery and frankly, sucks. Sucking in the bathtub, on the other hand...I digress.
My point is, we got in the bath after dinner and just lay and soaked. I was getting used to being with Mark and not saying very much and somehow saying a whole lot at the same time. When we were good and hot and wrinkly, we got out of the tub and dried off and went downstairs to the fire which I had to kick in the pants a bit to get going again. Oh, and did I mention we were naked? We lay on the blankets in front of the fire, a little hot, but feeling pretty mellow.
I was getting a little dozy when I heard Mark's voice beside me. “So, when we get back to K, do we, like need to make an announcement or something? I mean...we left as roommates and friends and are coming back as...well, whatever we want to call this.”
I sat up and crossed my legs, enjoying the heat on my cock. “You know, I hadn't thought of that. So, like, who do we need to tell? James, I guess. He's my man and deserves to know. We don't even need to mention my brother. So, who? Sergio? But everyone else...won't they just figure it out?”
Mark was not ready to let this go. “How will they know?”
As always Mark asks the question that needs to be asked. “Well...I guess it's going to be obvious. I mean...we're not going to be sucking each other off in the hallways, but...I don't know. We'll just be open about it. You know, stuff like, Oh, you know Kamla, me and my boyfriend were talking...”
I stopped. I guess I just said way more than I expected. Mark, true to form, was just looking at me. Waiting. Waiting for me to figure out what the fuck I just said that was so interesting. “So Mark. It seems I just figured out something. Did you happen to notice?”
That laugh again. So Home Alone: cute and demonic at the same time. “Tell me Sam. I want to make sure I heard you correctly.”
Fuck. I pulled him close to me, our naked bodies in contact. “You're my boyfriend. I think that's the word I used, wasn't it?”
“Yeah, Sam. It was.”
“Fine. In any case, you get my drift?”
“Right, so Kamla – who is Kamla? - will get it. It will be natural.” I could see some little fires producing smoke in his head. Then he said, “I guess some people will find it confusing. I mean, the ones who thought you were straight.”
“Yeah, well. I don't actually care about that. I've never gone around with a 'I'm Straight' sign on.”
“Come on, Sam. You also haven't gone around saying 'I want to suck cock, but I haven't met the right cock yet.'”
A big eruption of the best kind of laugh just burst out of me, and Mark was right behind. I lay back, still going and I felt a kind of weight just sail off me, a weight I didn't even know was there. How cool is that?
We lay in the warmth for a while. I turned to him a few times, just to make sure he was still there. I mean it was like a little part of me didn't quite believe he wouldn't disappear in a puff of smoke. In the firelight, his body looked so...I don't know...like some ancient representation of beauty. Like Michelangelos' David but not tacky. Why the fuck had it take me so long to notice?
I kept looking at him, watching the changing firelight flicker of the curves of his neck, his chest, the gentle rise where his nipples were, the smoothness of his belly, the beginning of hair that led to his cock which, like mine, was a little hard from the warmth of the room. His balls were compact and suckable. I suddenly got really interested in all his suckable bits. I moved down and over his leg so I was lying with my head over his dick, those balls, all surrounded by that nice light hair. I could smell his smell: a little locker room, a little wild animal, a little sex. I mean maybe a lot sex.
He raised his head and looked at me, a kind of half-smile on his face. I started to feel a bit wicked. I wanted to give him something, and I wanted it to be a bit dirty. I mean, clean dirty, not dirty dirty. Make sense? I don't know, but you get the idea.
I said, “Just lie there and enjoy the ride. We could be some time. Refreshments can be provided.”
I leaned forward and put my nose under his balls. I took a deep breath in and just sailed on that scent, that Mark scent. I didn't want anything else to smell like that. I rooted around with my nose, feeling hair on the sac tickling me, and the soft skin down there kind of amazed me. I stuck my tongue out and licked from the base of his balls up and over them to the base of his cock. And I did it again, and again. I could hear him breathing more heavily. Now we're talking.
I licked below his balls, and licked even lower until – and I hadn't done this before – my tongue came to where it all started. I licked around this place that my cock had been only a few hours before. I drove my tongue into him, tasting myself, the remnant of my cum. That was a trip and I did that for a while, completely turned on, as was he because he was full-on moaning now. I pulled my face back and slid my finger in, then another. Just to feel the softness and the wet feeling of his juices and mine all mixed together.
My tongue was ready for more. I licked my way back to his balls, all demure, and sucked one of them in. I gently rolled it around in my mouth tasting his salt. I took the other one in and I felt his hand on my head, caressing my scalp.
What was blowing my mind was that all this simple, elemental stuff could be beyond sensual. Holy fuck humans are amazing. I moved up to the main attraction. The Markness of Mark, the cock that I was beginning to adore. It was taut and strong. I licked the ridges. I sucked my way up the shaft along the tunnel that led from his balls to – in this case – my mouth. I spent some time sucking on the cleft of his helmet and I knew it would drive him a bit crazy, because it sure did me when he did it to me. I sucked my way around the end of his dick with increased tension until my mouth took the whole head in and I was like a child with a lollipop and I tasted more of his salty juice which flowed into my mouth.
I pushed myself further down, feeling the length go in, the shaft sliding past my teeth until it hit my throat and I took a big breath through my nose and kept pushing. It was like fucking only it was my throat: once the cock is past a certain point, it's clear sailing. I had taken him all the way into my throat. It was intense and I almost choked, but I wanted to give this to him. This feeling. I wanted to give him back some of the feeling he had given me by waking me the fuck up and really seeing him.
And the noises he was making said it all, and if I could have grinned I would have. I pulled back so his cock was laying on my tongue and I started to slide my head back and forward, my lips holding him steady, my tongue massaging the underside. I felt his hand push me deeper and I wanted him to, I wanted him to want me to take him.
I moved a little faster and a little faster and at this point I could tell when he was close to coming because as soon as I heard a certain timbre to his voice, I knew what to do. I stopped. I pulled my face away and left his dick pulsing there, ready to cum, but not quite. He spurted more precum that I lapped up. But then I left it alone, watching the energy drain a bit.
I raised my head and looked into his face. “Nice?”
“Fuck, Sam. You're going to kill me.”
“Well, not that, but I sure as hell want to drive you a bit crazy.”
And I was driving myself a bit nuts as well. My own cock was screaming at me for attention and I was leaving a pool of goo on the blankets and I realized I had been driving my hips into them. Oh well, that's what dry cleaners are for.
I saw that his cock had calmed down so I repeated the whole thing again. I started back at his balls, bathing them with my tongue, sucking on them, one at a time, back and forth. He was tasting increasingly musky like his body was producing nice smells that would drive me wild. I licked the base of his cock and put my lips on the shaft, my mouth sideways and I ran my lips up and down the length, feeling the ridges and bumps, the occasional hair, more of his precum, until I reached the head again. I lapped at the slit, sucked it, wanting all of that stuff, and I took the head in and slurped at it, knowing that the suction and release of my mouth would drive him even higher up the slope.
My mouth was starving for him and I had to hold myself back, but I slid his cock deep in my face again, to the same depth, to the same point where I almost couldn't take it. I felt a big glob of his precum slide down my throat and I had to moan. It felt like my whole body was moaning. I didn't in that moment realize how much I loved the taste of him. I've always liked the taste of my cum, but Mark's various juices. I could fucking live on them. I let him fuck my throat for a little bit but I could feel his cock puffing up like a snake about to bite and I opened my mouth and pulled off him again.
“Sam, you fucking fucker! You're driving me completely nuts.”
“That's the idea, boyfriend.” I said it a little cheekily, but it was also really nice to say. I cleared my throat. “Boyfriend, I'm just trying to make you feel real nice.”
“Well, jeez. Thanks Sam. I didn't know torture was part of the experience.”
I grinned at him, and kissed his belly, licked his navel where a few hours earlier there had been a pool of his cum and I could still taste it. There's a theme here, isn't there? James has always told me that cum is an under-appreciated delicacy. I get it now.
I looked down at his cock which had calmed a bit and had stopped swearing at me. I got back down and licked his balls again, using my tongue to massage them, using my lips to pull the skin taught and let them drop. Mark was swearing at this point, very softly. He never swears, does he?
I decided to increase the tempo and I spent a little less time exploring the shaft, but sucking harder at it, almost biting it. The taut skin of it seemed designed to be sucked. I made it to the head again, and again I sucked the end, using my lips to massage the head, to slide over the various ridges and the cleft and his precum was practically like he was coming, it flowed so much. I sucked it all down, really fuckin' getting off on the sticky, sweet taste. I was so hot I almost came in the blankets and had to calm myself down this time. I looked down at more cock which looked desperate. But I had to concentrate. His cock, not mine.
I bottomed my mouth and throat on him again, allowing him to jam his hips into my face, making guttural noises, but again, just as I felt him close, I pulled off. But this time I didn't wait for long to go back down. I waited just long enough for the energy to fade a bit, then swallowed him again. And then again. A little faster each time.
Finally, I knew I had to give him what he needed. I took the base of his cock in my fist and plugged the end in my mouth and jacked him. At first not very fast, but then, finally allowing him to take off, I went faster and faster. He started to cry out with a long almost wail and I felt his cock thicken and harden in my fist and the head seem to get bigger in my mouth and then he gasped over and over and I felt one enormous blast of his cum hit the back of my throat, my tongue, my teeth, then another and another. It poured out of him, several more blasts and I let some of it run out of my mouth and lubricate his cock and my fist, pooling in the hair around his cock. I swallowed as much as I could, feeling the slowing rate. I swallowed again and still my tongue was covered, still there was a flow down onto my fist. I was so fucking turned on I almost came without touching myself. Fuck! It was as intense for me as it was for him.
I lifted my head and looked at him. His body was trembling and he had one hand over his eyes and he was gasping. I moved up to him and I put my mouth on his and we kissed a little crazily. Crazy because I gave him a big taste of himself, but crazy because we were both a little crazy in that moment.
I lay back beside him, and just breathed. It was a workout for both of us. I brought my hand to my face and saw it was glistening with cum. I licked some of it off, and sated, wiped the rest on his lips and he lazily sucked my hand clean. I glanced down at the pool of cum around his cock. “How do you produce so much liquid? You must drink a lot of water or something.”
He burst out laughing and turned, wrapping his arms around my chest. “Happy New Year, Sam. There's no one I'd rather be sucked off by right now in the whole world.”
“Well good for us!”
He looked down at my cock. “Do you want...”
“You, Mr., just cool yourself down. No need. I'll take care of this.”
I sat up and dipped my hand in the cum all over his groin and smeared it on my cock. I knew this would be fast and holy fuck, was it ever. I gave myself about three strokes and I blew all over my chest. The feeling of the cum leaving my body was such a relief, as if I had been waiting for weeks. I choked and my body jerked a few times, then I was spent. But I knew I had to act immediately before we dozed off, so I ran to the kitchen, dripping cum on the floor, and got a few dish towels to wiped us up.
While wiping off Mark's body I said, “You sure you don't need a glass of water or two? I'm surprised there's any liquid left in your body.”
He took a towel from me with a cheeky smile. I think he was proud of his output, or something. I guess who wouldn't be?
Once we had cleaned up the worst of it, we pulled a blanket over us and he fell asleep with his head on my chest. And I managed to sleep as well, if you're wondering. I was getting used to this new reality, the reality where...ok, so here goes...I loved Mark, and it was beginning to be a word and a world that made sense to me. So yeah, I just thought that about loving him, but I wasn't ready to actually say it. Saying it is such a declaration. There's a time and a place and in this case a time. It just didn't feel quite like the right time. But I totally do. I do love the guy. So there.
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A couple of days after New Years we were running low on food and wine and we decided that we needed to join the real world again. It was kind of sad and I realized I would never look at that house the same again. The night before we left we fucked at least twice...I lost track because it ended with Mark returning the favour of what I had done on New Years. He didn't have to, but who was I to object? We both decided that , yes, we loved having sex with each other, but we really loved each other's cum. It was, to use a word that is way too common, a kind of fetish, I guess. Personally, I put it in the category specific to he and I together. We wanted to have each other in each other's bodies. How's that?
The drive back to K was easy and blizzard-free and we arrived back at the residence by lunchtime. It was a day until classes started and things were pretty quiet. When the car was almost unloaded and we were about to drag our stuff to our room, my phone buzzed. It was Owen. I hate texting. How about you? I called him. Is that so hard?
“Hey brother.”
“Sam. How were the holidays?”
“Oh you know, same old.”
“Fuck off. Are you totally blissed out?”
I wanted to razz him, but part of me really wanted to tell him. Mark had gone up to the room with the last bags, so I said, “OK. Yeah, bliss is a good word. We are totally in a thing and I guess we have been - in a weird sort of way – all along. But now it's official.”
“That's awesome, dude. I'm so happy!”
I could tell he meant it and I kind of wished he was there to hug. “Hey, where are you?” There was silence on the other end for a second and a whole bunch of interesting possibilities ran through my head. But then I figured it out. “James.”
He sighed. “Yeah, James. He just left my hotel room.”
“Now that is an interesting development. I mean I'm all blissed out about Mark, but this is very cool indeed. I mean how long has it been since you've seen him, really?”
“Since last fall.”
“Right. So you're going to have to tell me the story. You are, aren't you?”
Again, a long silence. “I guess. Give me a few days. I'm still a bit confused.”
I had to laugh. “Don't get me started on feeling confused. I mean I'm not now, but a week and a half ago? Fuck!”
It was his turn to laugh. “Brother, I guess we're in a similar boat. But yours is looking pretty sweet at the moment. New love and all.”
I decided not to respond to that. Not because I disagreed, but because I hadn't used the word with Mark and he should be the one to hear it first from me, not my brother. “Yeah, all that...so, you want to come and get the car?”
“Yeah, I want to take it back this afternoon.”
“Well come on over. We're home.”
Owen came for the car, then left, and Mark and I stood in our room and it felt really weird. Nice, but weird. I mean this was the room where I couldn't see what was staring in my face. Now I knew. So I needed to change it up. “Say...what if we push our beds together? I mean there's no fuckin' way I'm not sleeping with you at this point.”
He turned to me. “No way. Let's do it.”
We pushed them together against the wall and stood for a moment. I laughed.“Oh...I get it. We need to get some new sheets. Bigger ones. And a nice blanket we can snuggle in to. Am I right?”
He threw himself on the bed, laughing as much as I was. “Totally.”
So we got all domestic that afternoon and bought some sheets. It was like we were moving in together but we already lived together. A bit fucked up, but nice.
There was a knock at the door and James stuck his head around. “Hey you two. Happy New Year. Can I come in...I mean I don't want to interrupt anything...”
Mark threw a pillow at him, but he came in anyway. I decided to throw a different kind of pillow. “So James, I hear you've been hanging out with my brother...again...”
I felt bad because the look on his face was harsh but he rose to the challenge. “Small fucking world, as you would say, Sam. But yes. Your brother and I are...in negotiations.”
Confusion on his face, Mark said, “You and Owen...?”
James cleared his throat as if nothing could possibly yank his chain. “Yes. We used to be together and now we're wondering if we should try again.”
“That's very cool!”
I could tell Mark's enthusiasm was pissing James off. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Peace James. It's ok for people to be happy for you, right? No big deal? Kind of nice?”
He calmed down and mumbled, “Yes. It's rather nice.”
I shook my head. The three of us stood around our room for a while and James helped us re-arrange things to suit a couple. I was still getting my head around that one. But it was true, that's another word I realized I could use without turning into a pillar of salt. Is that the right metaphor? Who knows.
After James left, we lay on our newly double bed and I tucked my head into Mark's neck. We just enjoyed the quiet and I got kind of hypnotized by the beating of Mark's heart. Pretty awesome.
