Biking Buds Pt. 03

"Fuck, Mark, fuck! Are you sure you want to do that?"

Mark ran his tongue around Doug's mushroom head, then sat back and looked up at Doug's face.

"Yes, Doug. I want to suck your dick," he said. "So why don't you stand up and let me get your shorts and underwear out of the way so I can do it right?"

Doug looked down at his friend. He felt his shaft throbbing in his friend's hand. He slowly slid off of the barstool and stood up.

Mark hooked his fingers in Doug's shorts and briefs and slid them down his legs. Doug stepped out of them and he was naked from the waist down.

Mark stood and grabbed Doug's dick. "Come on," he said, pulling his friend to the couch.

When Doug was seated on the couch Mark again sank to his knees between his legs. He lowered his face to Doug's crotch. He licked around Doug's balls, even under them, then ran his tongue up and down the hard shaft. Doug's hips jerked, pushing his dick against his friend's face.

Mark looked up to see that Doug's head was back on the couch, his eyes were closed. He gripped his shaft and pulled his dick away from his body, then put his lips over it and started working his head up and down.

Each time he'd go down he'd go down a little further. Each time he'd come up he'd run his tongue around Doug's sensitive head. He put his hands on Doug's thighs, and bobbed his head up and down on the hard cock.

Doug's arms were over his head. His hips were undulating in rhythm to the bobbing of Mark's head.

"Oh, shit, yes! Mmm, suck my dick! Fuck that's good! Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, suck my dick!" Doug moaned.

Doug's body tensed. His feet were on the floor, his shoulders on the couch, his ass a good foot off of the couch, holding his dick in Mark's mouth.

Mark felt the shaft pulse. He felt Doug's big mushroom head throb. And even though it had been nearly ten years since he'd let a man shoot in his mouth he knew what was coming. And he was ready for it. His whole body was trembling in excitement. It was hard to believe he'd only been craving this for a couple of days. It seemed like it had been weeks, months, even years.

And then it happened. Mark felt the hot, tart, creamy cum fill his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, but it was coming faster than he could swallow and some leaked back out of his mouth and fell on Doug's hairy pubic bone.

When Doug finally relaxed and let his ass fall back to the couch Mark's face followed him. He held Doug's still hard, still oozing cock in his mouth, sucking gently. He knew to avoid the sensitive head.

Doug's head was still back on the couch, his eyes still closed. His chest was rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. He didn't want to raise his head to look at his friend. He didn't know what to say, how to act. He'd just gotten his first ever blow job from a male. He'd had lots of blow jobs from women. But none like the one he'd just gotten from a male.

Mark knew just how to suck, just how to lick, to make him cum hard. Then he knew how to keep gently sucking while avoiding the sensitive head. Most women wanted to keep licking the head, if they even still had it in their mouth.

Doug was savoring the moment. He was also trying to figure out how to look at Mark, how to talk to him, how he felt about him.

Mark finally pulled back and let Doug's cock slip from his lips. He licked the globs of cum that had dropped out of his mouth into Doug's curly hair. Then he stood up and walked toward the bar without looking at Doug.

Doug stood up and followed him, his still semi-hard cock waving as he walked.

Mark refilled Doug's drink and put it on the bar. Then he refilled his own drink and headed for his bedroom.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he said before he disappeared in the room and closed the door.

Doug sat down and wished he could put some paper towels down on the bar stool. He knew his dick was still leaking. He took a sip of his drink, still processing what had just happened, and how he felt about it.