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  “Guess we better be off as well, Marcus,” Kyle said. “Hope to see you again, Kev.”

  "Okay, Kyle. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Marcus replied.

  “As if that’s possible,” Kyle retorted. “Come on, Nat, let’s go.”

  One of the girls came running over to Kyle, and wrapped her arm around his waist.

  “Been great to meet you, Kev,” she said, before her and Kyle walked across the beach towards their car.

  “Hang on you pair, can Sarah and I grab a lift,” Shaun called to the two as of them “It looks like Marcus ain’t going to be able to do it tonight.”

  “Hey, if you normally run them home, don’t let me stop you,” I said.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, it’s cool. Besides, I’ve got my bike.”

  “Give me five minutes and I’ll take you as normal,” Marcus called to Shaun.

  “Okay.”

  “I’ve had a really great night, Marcus,” I said. “I’m glad I came after all.”

  Before I could say anything else, Marcus gripped me by the wrist.

  “I’m glad you came as well,” he replied.

  Before I had a chance to say anything, Marcus pulled me close to his body and, as the two of us stared into each other’s eyes, he moved his head forward and pressed his lips against mine. Stunned, I just stood there for a second before reaching around the back of his neck, pulling his mouth hard against mine, and began to kiss him back.

  “I fucking knew it,” Shaun shouted out, as we stood there kissing passionately. “Didn’t I tell you that was what was wrong with him, Sarah?”

  We pulled apart and stared at each other for a few more seconds, before Marcus spoke.

  “I better get going.” Marcus said, handing me a small scrap of paper and closing my fist around it.

  “Guess I should as well."

  “Will I see you again?” Marcus asked.

  “Hopefully."

  “I hope so too,” he said, then he began to walk over to Shaun.

  As I stood and watched the three of them climb into the only car left, I remembered the scrap of paper in my hand, and unfolded it.

  Thanks for tonight, Kev. Call me.

  M

  I looked up toward where he had been parked, just in time to see the taillights of his car disappear from my view, and then back at the scrap of paper. His number had been hastily scribbled on the back of his small note, and I smiled.

  Don’t you worry Marcus I’ll call I thought as I headed across the sand to my bike. I’ll definitely call.

  Chapter Three

  As I rode home, my mind wasn’t on the road at all. It was on that kiss. The softness of his lips against mine, the smell of his aftershave mixed with alcohol, and the feel of his gorgeous body against mine had caused a stirring in my crotch. A stirring like I had never had before. A stirring which still refused to go away.

  Unable to concentrate properly, I pulled my bike into the parking area of a twenty-four hour cafe, turned it off, and went inside.

  “Can I help you?” the girl behind the counter asked, as soon as I sat down.

  “Yeah, coffee, please,” I replied. “And make it strong.”

  “Certainly, Sir.”

  The girl turned her back to me and went to the coffee machine, as I shifted on my seat. My hardness was getting beyond a joke now. I had never been this hard for this long. Reaching under the counter, I gripped my cock through my jeans and moved it until I was comfortable, bringing my hand back above the counter just as the girl placed my cup in front of me.

  Picking the cup up, I turned around on my seat and stared outside. The first light of the day was starting to come up and I glanced at the clock on the sidewall. It was 5:30. It had been a long time since I had done an all-nighter but, surprisingly, I still didn’t feel tired. Taking a large swallow from the cup, almost choking on the strength, I found myself thinking about Marcus and wondering if he'd felt the electricity between us as much as I had.

  Finishing my drink quickly, I thanked the waitress and headed back outside to my bike, and went home. As soon as I got in, I dropped my helmet and keys onto one of the armchairs in the living room, and flopped down onto my sofa. Staring at the ceiling, I felt my eyes starting to get heavy and, as hard as I tried to stay awake, I drifted off to sleep.

  By the time I woke up it was almost midday, and I began to wonder if the previous night had all just been a dream. Panicking in case it had, I slipped my hand into my jeans pocket, found what I was looking for and pulled it out. A sense of relief washed over me when I realized I hadn’t been dreaming, and I reached for my mobile phone.

  I began to dial the number on the piece of paper, before quickly canceling it. What if it was just the atmosphere and the drink which had made him behave that way? I thought about all the times I had done things, just because of drink, and looked at the handset again. The longer I stared at the numbers in front of me, the more I shied away from dialing his number. Just fucking do it, you idiot! a voice in my head started telling me. What the fuck have you got to lose? It’s not as if you declared undying love, it was just a kiss.

  I knew my mind was right, I did have nothing to lose and slowly I tapped his number into the phone once more. Still unsure, I stared at the numbers on the screen yet again, until the voice returned. Just press the fucking button for fuck’s sake.

  Instinctively, I did as the voice said, and waited for what seemed like an eternity, until the dialing tone kicked in. One ring followed another--then another, and I was just about to hang up when I heard that voice through the earpiece.

  “Hello. Who’s this?” Marcus said.

  “It’s me, Kev."

  “Kev who?” Marcus replied.

  I couldn’t believe it, he had forgotten about me already.

  “You know Kev fro...”

  “Calm down, Kev, I’m just joking with you,” Marcus interrupted. “How are you feeling this morning?”

  “Good, thanks. What about you?”

  “Apart from tired, I’m okay,” he replied. “So, what plans have you got for the day?”

  “Nothing really, I guess,” I replied. “Just hanging around mine, maybe going into town later.”

  “If you go into town, let me know,” Marcus responded. “I’d love to see you again.”

  “I would you as well,” I told him. “Why don’t we meet by the clock tower, at about two?”

  “That sounds great. I’ll see you then.”

  “Okay, great. I look forward to it.” I said, before ending the call.

  Dropping the phone onto the sofa, I jumped up and headed toward my bedroom, to choose some fresh clothes, before going into the bathroom and stripping off what I was wearing. I turned the shower on and, as soon as it was hot enough, stepped under the jets of water. As I lathered my whole body in soap, I let my mind wander to Marcus and what it would be like to have him, right there, in the shower with me lathering my body for me, and my cock sprung to life, hardening instantly.

  Feeling as horny as I was, I couldn’t help myself, and ran my hand down my tattooed body before wrapping it around my hardness, and starting to stroke myself slowly. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Marcus’ strong grip holding my cock, and began to stroke faster.

  Moaning his name as I got closer to my orgasm, I felt my balls tighten, my legs tremble, and I was quickly unable to control myself any longer. As I felt my cock twitch in my hand, I imagined his soft lips around my thick hard shaft, sucking every drop of the thick, milky, white liquid from my body, and came with a force like I'd never experienced before.

  Twitch after twitch from my cock sent come flying across the shower, against the wall, before it trickled slowly down, hurried along by the jets of water. Eventually, I was completely drained, my legs weak and jelly-like. Giving myself a couple of minutes to compose myself, I stepped out of the shower, my legs almost buckling due to their weakness. Grabbing the towel from the back of the door, I wrapped it around m
y waist and, slowly, made my way into my bedroom to begin getting dressed.

  Toning down my usual attire of darkness, I settled on a white t-shirt and tight, blue jeans. After tying my hair back into a ponytail, for the first time in ages, and applying a small amount of aftershave, I was finally ready, and there was still an hour until two o’clock.

  After what felt like hours, the digital clock on my bedside chest of drawers finally read 13:45 and I grabbed my keys, helmet, and mobile phone, and headed out to meet Marcus, arriving at the clock tower five minutes before he was due to arrive.

  After scanning the area, to see if he was already around somewhere, I sat on the step at the base of the tower. I'd only been waiting for a few minutes before I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

  Spinning around, hoping it wasn’t one of my biker friends, I was relieved to see Marcus standing there, looking just as gorgeous as the night before in his tight, blue jeans and loose fitting surfer style vest.

  I felt my legs go weak, and my heart began to pound in my chest, but it was what he was carrying that shocked me the most. In his right hand, he was holding a virtually brand-new motorcycle helmet.

  “Hey, Marcus,” I said, greeting him. “It’s great to see you again.”

  “It’s good to see you, Kev."

  “I didn’t know you had a bike as well.”

  “I don’t, but you do,” he responded. “And I thought we could go for a ride out of town and, you know, get to know each other better.”

  “Have you ever been on a bike?” I asked, looking into his hypnotic blue eyes.

  “Never, but there’s a first time for everything, right?”

  I hope so I thought to myself.

  “Okay, come on, then. Let’s go.”

  I picked my own helmet up, and put it on as Marcus did the same, and swung my leg over the bike. I almost burst out laughing as it took Marcus three attempts to get his leg over the rear of the bike but, eventually, he was settled behind me.

  “You better hold on,” I told him, before starting the bike up.

  “Okay,” Marcus replied, before placing his hands against my sides.

  “Tighter than that,” I said.

  This time he wrapped his arm around my waist, just as I hoped he would, and I turned the key. The bike fired into life and, after kicking it into gear, I twisted the accelerator and the two of us roared off down the road.

  Weaving in and out of the traffic, I guided the bike to the outskirts of the town before really opening the throttle. Not sure where to go, I passed a sign for the beach and turned off toward there. As we had spent our first night on the beach with a load of others, I thought it would be more romantic if it was just the two of us.

  Parking my bike in almost the same spot as I had the night before, I removed my helmet, and turned to Marcus.

  “So, how was your first bike ride then?” I asked.

  “Wicked. I never knew bikes could be so much fun,” he replied. “And the sense of speed is unreal.”

  “Maybe one day I’ll teach you to ride,” I said.

  “Would you?” Marcus’ eyes lit up. “That would be so cool.”

  “Come on, let’s walk along the beach, find somewhere quiet.”

  After Marcus climbed off, I did the same and started to walk towards the sea, but Marcus stopped me.

  “I’ve got a better place to go,” he said.

  Taking my hand, he led me along the top of the beach for quite a way, before we came to a secluded area surrounded by rocks.

  “No one will disturb us here,” he said, before reclining back on the sand.

  Laying next to him, just staring at the gulls overhead, it felt like we had been a couple for ages and, without even thinking about it, I put my hand onto his and gripped him softly. As I held his hand, I felt Marcus shift and, thinking he wasn’t comfortable with me holding his hand, I let go and put both hands behind my head. Shit, how could I have been so fucking stupid I thought to myself. I should have waited for him to make a move.

  I was about to apologize for being too forward when I felt Marcus’ arm across my chest, and I turned my head to look at him. He was propping his head up with his other hand, and just staring at my face.

  “Do you realize just what I feel about you?” he asked, his eyes never blinking once. "Even though we've only known each other for less than a day."

  “Why don’t you tell me,” I replied shielding my eyes from the sun with one of my own hands.

  “I’ve got a better idea,” he said.

  Before I could ask what that idea was, he swung his top leg over my lower body, and sat astride me. This time, I didn’t squirm and struggle to kick him off, like I had at the park. This time, I reached up behind his neck and pulled his head down to mine.

  Once again, just like the night before, our lips met and electricity coursed through my whole body. Urgently, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and, as I began to run it around the inside of his mouth, Marcus responded. We kissed passionately, urgently, like two lovers who had been apart for far too long, and I could feel my cock swelling underneath the fabric of my jeans and boxer shorts.

  Marcus must have felt my hardness growing, and he pulled his mouth away from mine.

  “Something feels real good, Kev,” Marcus said, slipping his hand between our bodies and kneading my hard cock.

  “Oh fuck, Marcus,” I groaned, as his massaging became harder. “Release me, please.”

  Marcus didn’t need telling, or asking, twice and slid down my legs. He slowly undid the buttons on my jeans and pulled them open.

  “Lift your ass for me, Kev,” he whispered.

  I did as he asked and Marcus slowly eased my jeans and boxers down just enough to release my hard, throbbing, cock. Without saying a word, he wrapped his strong hand lightly around my shaft, and slowly began to move his hand up and down my full length.

  Closing my eyes, I moaned at his soft touch and whispered his name, begging him to quicken his pace. Instead, Marcus had other ideas and, after feeling his weight shift off my body, I suddenly felt warm air on the tip off my cock. At first, I thought it was the sea breeze but suddenly felt something flick over the swollen head of my hard shaft.

  Opening my eyes, I looked down and saw Marcus running his tongue along the full length of my hardness, occasionally flicking at the tip with his tongue, his hand still encircling and stroking me. I groaned, yet again. As if that was the sign he was waiting for, Marcus stopped running his tongue along me, opened his mouth and slowly took all seven and a half inches of me right to the back of his throat.

  Once my full length was in his mouth, he closed his lips around me and began to suck, his head bobbing up and down, getting quicker and quicker as my breath also began to quicken. He sucked and teased me expertly, and I soon felt my balls began to tighten, and my legs begin to tremble, and knew I was on the verge of coming, for the second time that day.

  “Fuck, Marcus, don’t stop,” I gasped, as I felt my cock twitch for the first time.

  Greedily, Marcus continued to suck me as I fired jet after jet of my seed into his mouth, swallowing as much as he could, as fast as he could, until I had no more left to give him. Once he was satisfied that I really was dry, Marcus lifted his head slowly, letting my cock fall from his mouth, and slid back up my body.

  After taking a lingering look into my eyes, he lowered his head and our lips met once again. This time, I could taste myself on him, but he quickly pulled his lips from mine.

  “Take me home, Kev,” he whispered softly. “Take me home and make love to me.”

  Chapter Four

  “Are you sure, Marcus?” I asked him. “Is it really what you want?”

  “More than anything,” he replied. “Unless there’s a reason why you can’t.”

  “No, Marcus, there’s no reason,” I replied. “I live all alone. I just wanted to make sure you were a hundred percent certain.”

  “After seeing, and sucking, your cock, I have never been more cert
ain about anything in my life.”

  “In that case, what are we waiting for,” I said, hurriedly pulling my jeans and boxers back up and fastening them quickly.

  Once I was dressed properly, the two of us hurried back to my bike, and I rode like my life depended on it. As soon as we arrived at mine, and were inside, the door shut and locked, we were all over each other.

  As our lips met, and our tongues danced around in each other’s mouth furiously, I tore at Marcus’ clothes and he did the same to me until we both stood naked in my hallway, still joined by the lips to each other.

  Glancing down, I saw it wasn’t just Marcus’ physique that was bigger than mine; his cock was, too. I reached down, wrapped my hand around his semi-hard cock and began to stroke him to full hardness. Whether it was because of his size, or the fact I was incredibly horny, I was desperate to take him in my mouth and dropped to my knees.

  Pushing him back against the wall, I took his hard, uncut cock in my hand, stroking him to make sure he was fully hard. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and moved my head forward. Marcus’ thickness was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and it just made me even more determined to get his cock as far into my mouth as I could.

  Taking my time, I eased my head forward an inch at a time until his swollen purple head touched the back of my throat, and then I encircled what portion of his cock wasn’t in my mouth, about an inch and a half, with my hand. As soon as I was comfortable, I began moving my head back and forth rapidly, as Marcus moaned loudly.

  Letting go of his cock, I reached both my hands around to his ass and pulled him hard forward, almost choking on his cock as I did, and held him there as I continued to suck greedily.

  “Oh god, Kev, I’m going to come,” Marcus groaned loudly.

  Hearing him say that, I doubled my effort. I really wanted him to flood my mouth with his seed, and after a few more seconds, he bucked his hips and the first thick stream of come exploded from the end of his cock. As I continued to suck, and swallow, every drop that spurted from his cock, I wondered if he was ever going to be fully drained. I had never been with someone who could come so much.