Different Kind of Sports Hangout.

Why did Mark choose to have us hang out at his place, knowing that his air conditioner isn't working... whatever, I'm already here. I knock twice, hearing the silence before deep footsteps make their way to the door. The chain of the lock hitting the oak wood and metallic jingle of the doorknob fills the empty hallway.

"About damn time man, the game is about to start. At least the beers are cold." Mark grabs my arm as he pulls me inside and closes the door before we make our way to the living room. He knows I don't like when he pulls and pushes me; I'm not as strong as him.

Breaking the box open and tossing Mark two beers, he can open them better than I can. Definitely need to drink one, the heat isn't too bad but if we start to get jumpy from our team constantly taking losses, then there isn't much we can do.  

Tossing my beer to me, a few drops spill on the couch but no one really cares. "I can't believe you convinced me to come to your place again. Do I need to buy you new shit so you can have this place as a humane temperature?" 

Scoffing at my semi-sarcastic comment, "The fact that you showed up anyway shows that you can bear it for a few hours. The maintenance guys are gonna come and fix it this week."

Nodding my head in annoyance, at least he took the step to actually do something about it. At least I can enjoy a cold beer while we hang out; I don't really care about the game.

"Fuck yea! They managed to make the first touchdown." Shaking our fists in the air, didn't think they would actually get a groove back after so many loses. Might be the first time I've seen Mark so happy in a while.

Fourth quarter and I'm already feeling a buzz. This heat definitely isn't helping, wiping the sweat from my forehead and somehow Mark's still jumping, this time landing on top of me.

"My bad man; at least you're a soft landing." Blurting out a laugh as he scoots up a bit, leaning a bit on me while his arm just hangs on top of me. His scent with the sweat just fills the air.

I annoyingly try to lift him up but he's heavier than me so at this point I leave it be. For some reason, I can feel my blood rush more than it did before. Our bodies are so close like this, his hand near my waist and how he keeps looking at me and smiling.  

My cock coming to life, getting harder by the second and shifting my pants up to make a tent. Without any knowledge of where his hand really is, I feel my dick touch something... his hand.  

Taking a deep gulp and looking slowly to him, his face going from a smile watching the game to a nervous smile. My body in fear as I try to shift away, Mark following suit but I keep brushing him with it.  

My cheeks hot and my eyes darting to Mark, nervous but I start to see something; he's getting a boner from this situation. Now I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or the heat but seeing his pants getting tighter and tighter starts to turn me on.

Noticing my eyes locked on his waist, he places his hand on mine and guides it to his crotch area. I can't help but gulp hard as I look him in the face. My fucking cheeks are pulsating and as hot as can be.  

His tip over his pants in my palm and I start to feel his bulging member over it. Biting my lower lip and feeling Mark's hand start to unbutton his pants and slide it off onto the floor. My hand raised to let him before coming back and now grabbing his cock by the shaft.  

He's so much thicker and bigger than me. I always knew but it wasn't something I planned on seeing in a while; Mark would always tease me about it.

My thumb rubbing his head, his dick hole right in the middle of it. The sweat and musk from his cock filling the area, the scent makes me stroke him slowly. As my hand reached his balls, I can feel how damp it is. Pumping him slowly, he lets out a moan and guides his hand to my ass.

"T-Take off my pants..." words could barely escape my lips as I stroke him more and rub his tip, feeling his precum start to lube up my hand. Fuck everything I was feeling before, my lips are watering for him and I need him to know.

He looks like he was about to say something but stops, smirking and doing as he's told. As my bare ass meets the fabric of the couch, he tilts me upwards and slaps my ass.

Noticing my cock twitch, he brings his hand down again but this time grabs my asscheeks. His thumb near my hole so he can have a handful then noticing my cock again, this time a trail starting to fall down my shaft. Leaning close to my face to feed more into my desire.

"Fuck... you're making my cock all nice and wet. I need it wetter though." Standing up and sitting on the headrest of the couch. The tip of his cock just staring into my face, begging to be intimate. Looking up at him while I open my mouth, let my tongue swirl his head.  

Tasting his precum, his sweat from behind his head acting as the accelerant as I wrap my lips around him. Letting my saliva coat him and sucking it off, coating again and sliding my lips down his shaft more and repeating. My nose touching his heavy bush and my chin meeting with his soft balls.  

My hand can only go to touch myself but I feel a firm slap on my arm. His finger waves no, "Not yet, I'll tell you when you're allowed to."

Where he got the gall to tell me what to do while I'm slurping his thick dick is beyond be, but fuck does it turn me on when he tells me what to do. Before I can say anything else he pulls out of my mouth, a string of spit connecting us two.  

"I-I wasn't done..." licking my lips, confused as to why he pulled out. Seeing him go back to where he started off next to me, I started to think if it was over, thankfully, I was wrong.

Grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him, seeing him look down on me while placing a hand on my face. "I can't wait anymore, I need... you."

I can feel him grinding on my, his cock sliding between my asscheeks. He's thrusting hard, he's aching to fuck me but I feel some resistance. I let out a small laugh and reach down to grab him and guide him properly. His wet tip kissing my hole.  

"You're not gonna have me blow you just to have you play with my ass. You're gonna fuck me and you're gonna do it good." My command lit up his ears, moving his hips and making his entrance.

I can feel him start to go deep, my asshole stretching to meet his girth. My eyes kind of reset as I let out a loud moan. His balls slap my ass as he finally puts it all in. Putting my legs onto his shoulders and pumping himself deep and hard.

Already lost in euphoria, I feel a grip grab onto my dick. "It's not fair if I'm cumming and you aren't." He's right, but I thought I would've come from him banging me. Without knowing, I softly say, "Yes... daddy."

Having me folded as he barrages my ass, slapping it and frothing both my cock and his in me, making me his bitch. I can feel myself get closer and closer, each thrust and pump he gives me bringing me to the brink.  

"Fuck... fuck..." Is all I can say before shooting hot cum all over his chest and some falling on mine. Biting his lip as he pounds faster and finally allowing a deep groan to seep out of him.  

Feeling my ass get a bit warmer, each shot of cum coating me on the inside. I've never wanted to be somewhere so bad as here, squeezing my hole, craving him so bad. Usually this is where he would pull out... I don't want that. Wrapping my legs around his waist and keeping him close.

Leaning in to kiss me, his tongue dominating mine, tasting his manly breath and feeling him hold me. Mark pulls away for a second. "We aren't done yet... I don't give a fuck about the game; you are what I fucking want."

My cheeks are getting rosier from his confession to me. Before I can even respond, he says exactly what I wanted to hear.  

"Your ass is gonna swallow everything I give it until I fucking say so..." This night proves that sometimes bad situations can turn around amazingly. Fuck am I hungry for his cum and his amazing cock...