Chapter 6: Flipping
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The room was a cavern of shadows, the only light slicing through the blinds in jagged, silver blades that carved the darkness into uneven slabs. The air was thick, syrupy with the scent of sweat, the musk of arousal, and the faint, metallic tang of precum that clung to the sheets like a promise.
Brad’s mouth crashed to Mark’s before the last syllable of their agreement could fade, swallowing any chance for hesitation or second thoughts. His lips were hot, demanding, the stubble on his jaw scraping against Mark’s skin as he forced Mark’s head back into the mattress, his fingers tangling in the sweat-damp hair at his nape. *No words.* The command was implicit in the bruising pressure of his kiss, in the way his tongue shoved past Mark’s lips, claiming his mouth with a possessive hunger that left no room for argument.
Mark’s body reacted before his mind could catch up. His hands flew up, not to push Brad away, but to grip his shoulders, fingers digging into the dense muscle there as if he could anchor himself in the storm of sensation.
Brad’s weight pinned him, his chest a wall of heat against Mark’s, the coarse hair of his chest abrading Mark’s nipples into aching peaks. The kiss was brutal, a full-frontal assault that left Mark’s lips swollen, his breath stolen. Brad’s tongue was a weapon, a thing of rough, wet muscle that invaded his mouth with deliberate, punishing strokes, tasting of beer and something darker, something primal.
Mark groaned into the kiss, his hips bucking upward instinctively, seeking friction against the hard ridge of Brad’s cock pressing against his own through their jeans.
The friction was electric, a jolt of raw need that shot through his system, short-circuiting any remaining thoughts of strategy or control. Brad’s hands were everywhere—rough and demanding, sliding down Mark’s chest, his fingers digging into his pecs before moving lower, tracing the ridges of his abs with a possessive hunger.
“Fuck,” Brad growled against his lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to drag in a ragged breath. His voice was a low, guttural thing, thick with lust and something darker, something that made Mark’s stomach clench.
Without a word, Brad heaved up off of Mark. He grabbed the legs of Mark's jeans and Mark yanked the button and zipper down far enough to let them slide down his hairy legs. Brad grabbed the waistband of Marks underwear and yanked it off after the jeans.
For a moment, he stood there above Brad, tall, hairy chested, arms ropy with thick muscle. He grinned, but 'no words'. He stooped then to pull Brad's sneakers off, followed by the rest of his clothes. He stood, leaned down, and let his hands run from nipples to cock, flipping Brad's fat ballsack with two fingers for good measure. He stood up again and dropped his own jeans,
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with precum. Mark's eyes flicked down to it, then back up to Brad's face. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The air between them was electric, charged with the kind of tension that made the hair on the back of Mark's neck stand up.
Brad crawled onto the bed, his body a predator’s silhouette in the dim light. He straddled Mark’s hips, the weight of him pressing down, his cock hard against Mark’s stomach. Mark’s hands went to Brad’s thighs, feeling the dense muscle there, the heat of his skin. Without thinking, his hand grasped that cock.
It was thick, heavy, the skin hot and smooth under his palm. He wrapped his fingers around it, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the taut flesh. Brad's breath hitched, and Mark squeezed, his thumb swiping over the swollen head, smearing the sticky precum that had beaded there.
"Fuck," Brad groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound that vibrated through Mark's chest. His hips jerked forward, pressing his cock deeper into Mark's grip. The movement was instinctive, uncontrolled, and it sent a thrill through Mark, knowing he could make this man—this *tank* of a man—react like this.
His grip tightened, his fingers curling around the thick shaft, feeling the way it pulsed against his palm. Brad’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, his hips rocking into the pressure. His hands were braced on either side of Mark’s head, his fingers flexing into the mattress.
“Fuck,” Brad growled again, his voice rough, his eyes burning into Mark’s. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling how hard you make me.”
Mark didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His thumb swiped over the head again, smearing the slick precum. Brad’s cock twitched in response and he growled.
"Fuck!"
Brad moved up, still straddling Mark's chest, until the tip of his cock touched Mark's shiny wet lips.
He leaned down, hands on the headboard, and pushed forward. His cock slid between Mark's lips, the head bumping against the back of his throat. Mark gagged, his eyes watering, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he wrapped his lips around the shaft and sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the thick vein that ran along the underside.
Brad groaned, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, yeah," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "Suck that cock, Mark. Just like that." He thrust again, harder this time, his cock sliding deeper into Mark's throat. Mark gagged again, but he didn't pull away.
His hands flew up to grip Brad's thick, hairy thighs, fingers digging into the dense muscle as he forced himself to relax his throat. The cock in his mouth was thick, heavy, the head pressing insistently against the back of his throat. He could taste the salt of Brad's precum, the musky scent of him filling his nostrils.
"Fuck, yeah," Brad groaned, his voice a low, guttural growl. His hips rocked forward, pushing his cock deeper into Mark's mouth. "Take it all, you fucking tease. You want this, don't you?"
Mark didn't answer, but one hand came up to relieve the pressure.
He wrapped his fingers around the thick base of Brad's cock, squeezing just hard enough to make the muscles in Brad's thighs twitch. His other hand traveled lower, cupping the heavy weight of Brad's balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Brad's breath hitched, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come," Brad growled, his voice rough with need. "You want that? You want my cum?"
Mark didn't answer, but his grip tightened, his fingers pressing just a little harder against the sensitive skin. Brad's hips jerked forward, his cock sliding deeper into Mark's mouth, the head bumping against the back of his throat.
Mark gagged again, his eyes watering, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft, tracing the veins that pulsed with Brad's blood.
"Fuck, yeah," Brad growled, his voice thick with lust. "Just like that, you fucking tease. Take it all."
Mark's hands gripped Brad's thick, hairy thighs, his fingers digging into the dense muscle. He could feel Brad's body trembling with the effort to hold back, the tension coiling in his muscles like a spring ready to snap.
Then, without warning, Brad jerked his cock away.
"Fuck no. Not yet. I'm not done with you."
He reached back behind him and grabbed Mark's cock, stroking it rapidly several times before turning and taking it into his own mouth. He sucked it hard, his tongue swirling around the head, his lips tight and slick around the shaft. Mark's hips bucked up, his cock sliding deeper into Brad's throat. Brad gagged, but didn't pull away. Instead, he swallowed around the head, his throat muscles massaging it.
Mark groaned, his hands flying up to grip Brad's thick, hairy thighs, his fingers digging into the dense muscle. Brad's mouth was hot, wet, and tight, the suction strong enough to make Mark's eyes water. He could feel the muscles in Brad's throat working, the way his tongue swirled around the head, the way his lips tightened around the shaft.
The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through Mark's body, making his hips jerk up involuntarily. Brad's hands were on his thighs, holding him down, keeping him from thrusting too deep. But Mark didn't care. He wanted to fuck Brad's face, to feel the tight heat of his throat, to hear him gag and choke on his cock. He wanted to see Brad's eyes water, to see the tears stream down his cheeks as he took every inch of him.
"Fuck, yeah," Mark groaned, his voice rough with need.
Brad emptied his mouth long enough to chuckle. "Fucker!"
He continued to play with his cock, his balls. His fingers began to slide along Mark's taint, making him squirm. mark didn't normally bottom and he wasn't uses to ass play like this. Brad, a little less aroused now, backed up to position for some sixty nine action. He turned around, his thick, hairy thighs straddling Mark's face, his ass hovering just above Mark's lips. The scent of him was intoxicating—musky, raw, the smell of a man who had worked hard all day and was now ready to get dirty. Brad's heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he adjusted his position, his cock still glistening with spit from Mark's mouth.
"Lick me," Brad commanded, his voice a low growl. He lowered himself just enough for his balls to brush against Mark's lips. "Show me what that tongue can do."
Mark didn't hesitate. He didn't think.
The second Brad's heavy, hairy balls brushed against his lips, he opened his mouth and took one into his mouth, sucking it in with a wet, slurping sound. His tongue swirled around the warm, wrinkled skin, feeling the weight of it, the way it pulsed slightly against his tongue. He could taste the salt of sweat, the musky scent of Brad's arousal filling his nostrils. His hands gripped Brad's hairy thighs, fingers digging into the dense muscle as he pulled him down further, taking the other ball into his mouth as well.
"Fuck, yeah," Brad groaned, his voice thick with lust.
"That's it, you fucking cocksucker. Get those balls nice and wet for me." His hips rocked slightly, his heavy sack swaying in Mark's mouth, the weight of them pressing against his tongue.
Marks fingers slipped. As he readjusted, his let his index finger slid through he crack between Brad's butt cheeks, grazing his touch hole.
He felt Brad's entire body tense, a sharp intake of breath that made his balls twitch in Mark's mouth. Mark didn't stop. He kept licking, sucking, his tongue swirling around the heavy weight of Brad's sack, his lips tight as he pulled them into his mouth. The musky scent of him was overwhelming, the taste of sweat and salt and something darker, something that made Mark's cock throb between his legs.
Brad's finger pressed against Mark's asshole, not pushing in yet, just circling, teasing. "Fuck," he growled, his voice rough with need. "You're gonna take my cock, Mark.