Chapter 7: The Flip Continues
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The air in Brad’s bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady, musky aroma that saturated every breath Mark took. The room itself was a cavern of shadows and moans, two men oblivious to anything but their own body's hunger and the other man's response.
Rough now in the heat of his desire to invade this man, this muscular, desirable, willing, man. He pushed Mark's legs up, and Mark willingly took hold of them to help. Brad leaned over, found the lube, and with slippery fingers began to work the hole he was about to pound.
He pushed his finger in, and Mark gasped, his body tensing. Mark was used to being the one fingering the bottom. Brad pulled his finger out, and then pushed it back in, this time with two fingers. Mark groaned, his hips bucking up, his cock twitching with pain mixed with need. Brad began to finger fuck him, fingers moving in and out, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. Mark's body never relaxed, although the muscles where Brad was probing began to loosen as Brad's fingers worked their magic.
"You're gonna feel so good around my cock."
Mark didn't answer. The way his body trembled, the way his fingers dug into his own thighs, the way his breath hitched and his cock twitched—it was all the answer Brad needed. Brad pulled his fingers free with a wet, obscene sound. Before he could protest--he was about to!--Brad was positioning himself, the thick head of his cock already pressing against Mark’s tight, slick hole.
"Breathe out slow," Brad commanded, his voice rough with need. "You're getting what you want. And so am I. "
Mark nodded, his lips parted, his chest heaving. He reached for Brad's thick forearms, found them and steadied himself. He was ready. He was so fucking ready. The anticipation was a coiled spring in his gut, a throbbing pulse in his cock. He wanted to feel that thick, heavy cock he'd had in his hand. Wanted to feel this man fuck him raw.
Brad didn’t wait. He wanted desperately to push his hard cock into this man's ass. He leaned forward, pushed forward, the head of his cock pressing against Mark’s tight, slick hole. The pressure was intense, a burning stretch for a moment that made Mark’s breath hitch. He breathed through the discomfort, to let Brad in. Just like he told his bottoms when he first took them.
Then in a moment, the head of Brad’s cock breached him, and in he slid, thick, long, and hot. Mark shuddered, a long breath inward, at the invasion. His fingers clenched into fists as he tried to relax, to take it. To enjoy it. The burn was sharp, the pain shot through his body. But beneath it, something darker made his cock twitch and his balls tighten.
"Fuck," Mark groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound as Brad pushed deeper. "You’re so fucking BIG!"
"And you, motherfucker, are as tight as..." he sighed and dripped a little more lube on his shaft. "Fuck you are no cunt!"
Mark laughed in spite of the pain. "Welcome fucking in, motherfucker, yourself!" He winced. "Now get to work!" Mark relaxed just a little and laid back as Brad begin to move in and out slowly.
"Fuck you feel good!" was all Brad could manage as he began to speed up.
His cock was buried deep inside Mark's ass now, literally balls deep. The tight heat of him gripped his shaft like a vice. He could feel every twitch of his muscles as his insides adjusted to the invasion. The sensation was a raw, primal pleasure for both men. Their balls ached and cocks throbbed in unison.
Brad was speeding up now, relentless, fast thrusts.
Mark felt his rough hands hold his thighs now, pulling and pushing him back and forth, as he pounded his hole over and over, faster and faster. The burn had faded and was replaced now by a deep, aching need that pulsed through his entire body.
Mark’s fingers dug into Brad’s thick forearms, his nails biting into the dense muscle as he fought to stay grounded. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through him, a raw, electric sensation that made his cock twitch and his balls tighten. Brad’s cock inside him, still thick and heavy, was stretching him like he’d never been stretched before. It was a primal, animalistic pleasure and his breath came in ragged gasps.
Brad fucked him deep now--deep, deliberate strokes, grunting as he did. Again and again his rod hit that spot, making Mark quietly cry out in response. The bed creaked, the headboard knocked against the wall in the steady rhythm of a metronome.
Mark’s cock was rock hard, leaking precum onto his stomach, the head swollen and dark. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around it, stroking himself in time with Brad’s thrusts.
"Fuck, yeah," Brad growled, his voice a low, guttural sound. "Look at you, stroking your cock while I fuck your tight little ass. You like it, don’t you? You like being my fuck-slut."
"I do." Mark’s simple admission, the plain truth of it, suddenly made everything easier. He began to move with Brad, thrusting back at him when he pushed in. He forgot his own cock then, fully focused on the mad man who was conquering him. Brad was relentless, his hips pistoning forward and back with brutal, unyielding force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a wet, obscene rhythm that matched the pounding of the bed against the wall. and the beat of Mark’s heart.
There was a shift then, Brad had come near his peak and wanted to end this. He wanted his own ass pounded like this, he realized.