Making his Mark © Alex Carr 2008

I met Mark on the internet chat room. We sort of got to know each other, our likes, dislikes and sexual preferences. I guess when he told me he was Bi I was immediately on par with him, for I was too. But you know how it is on the internet, you get chatting, exchange a few intimate feelings and plan to meet, but invariable the date doesn’t turn up and you are left standing with your carnal imaginings of what may have been.

Third time lucky I remember thinking, but this guy did seem genuine, we had swapped lots of pictures and, yes, those type too - and even wanked together on the cam online. I really fancied him, he had a terrific physique and a very nice one, a little larger than mine, about 8 inches he reckoned - and indeed it looked it. I was a mere 7 inches and, unlike him, uncut. But he said he was happy with that and couldn’t wait to taste it!

Of course that was a turn on in itself, it had been a long time since I had enjoyed oral sex taking into consideration my former girl friend didn’t like to, although she made up for it in other ways. A very passionate female indeed and she simply loved to face sit me, it was something I had never done before and I can still taste her smouldering in my mouth. But then, when all seemed to be going well, she dumped me for this coloured geezer and I never saw her again, Perhaps it’s true what they say about them. Mark and I had talked about our past relationships with some detail, and I asked if he fancied face sitting - to which he replied: on the proviso we could face sit each other. My carnal imaginings were of course going haywire, the thought of being smothered in firm balls and cock, his cheeks spread as I sucked ass. Very nice indeed, I wanted that big time.

The thing is, when Mark and I met we had not planned a venue, it was still in the early stages and neither of us wanted to divulge too much information until we were sure of each other. But the fact that he turned up was exiting enough. “Shall we use my car?” He said and I left mine in the car park. We found this quiet car park in the outskirts belonging to the zoo. It was empty and lined with oak trees and nobody was around. We sat there awhile, just talking but somehow not venturing on the very intimate discussions we had shared on the phone and internet.

But I was aroused by him, he was younger than me by ten years. He wore a designer shirt and blue jeans which really did him proud, glancing down I could see he was well endowed and I immediately felt urged to feel him.

“Why not?” I thought and as we talked about what he did as a journalist. I just slid my left hand down under the driving wheel and felt him through his jeans, gently squeezing and nudging to see the response.

He seemed okay about it but was obviously concerned if where we were was private enough - but I felt it was too nice to stop and I watched his head lean back and his eyes close as I undid his zip, longing to see him in real life.

Teasing him through his unzipped jeans, over his briefs was some thrill, watching it grow and begin