Fucking with Mark. . © Alex Carr.

I was enjoying Mark’s fuck again, sort of in a world of my own as I felt him ease so deeply into me from behind. When the mobile sounded I just didn’t want to know but Mark picked it up, still inside me, handed it to me. I just didn’t need that, it spoilt the whole moment, I was so enjoying the gentle throb if cock inside me as his hands pulled the crop of my hair, like he was an animal mastering me. I loved it, loved to feel him, touch him and taste him, and right now I smelt of his fuck - we had such amorous times, and as much as we were attached emotionally to each other our special relationship deemed to have no holds barred unless we both agreed the boundaries.

I listened to who was on the phone, it was my sister. “You okay, Pete - haven’t heard in yonks?”

“Yes I’m fine, it is just I can’t talk right now, okay?”

I was trying to reply so that she would understand, as I felt Mark thrust away, knowing he couldn’t stop now, knowing that he was committed inside me. Whether she realised my predicament I didn’t know, she must have heard my rapid breathing and my moans which I just couldn’t help, feeling the sensation of being stuffed tight with cock. Anyway she just said it was okay and would I phone her later and I said sure, turned the phone off and , crouched on all fours on the bed, head tucked into my thighs like a ball, spread-eagled to feel the wonderful climax of Marks strong fuck, taking me to our heaven again.

It was always so good with Mark. After we would just chill out, we win his pad so he would go to the kitchen and fix us something. Today he wanted me to drink plenty so I knew what he had in mind, I began to suss his moods now after having been with him for a year. What he wanted today was no surprise, I would go along with it, even though at first I was reluctant, “Let’s just try anyway, baby” he urged. “You may just like - the warm flow can sometimes be very pleasant and then to fuck afterwards is the tops.”

He was right. He wanted me naked in the bath - “We needed to shower afterwards” he advised, “Just relax, bend over for me … that’s right but a little steeper, let me see that hole.” Then he spanked me some, with the flat of his palm. Knowing that always got me in the mood for almost anything, the practice had gone from hand spanking to whipping and he beat me to a fine art, just firm enough to relish me, for me to feel the pleasure as my cheeks numbed and tingled, then the absolute sheer ecstasy of his pee spurting strongly into my crutch, he was showing me how he wanted it, squeezing his cock awhile he said to stand and face him, then he let it spurt again, soaking my cock and balls, feeling the heat of him smother me as he knelt, took me with his mouth so wide, almost eating me as he sucked every drop of moisture from my cock and balls, making it so stiff and so aching, but Mark, dear Mark would never leave me in the lurch like that, he’d wank me full thrust, stretching me right back, his mouth sucking me intensely as I soon cum so strong, feeling the