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tear something, and how do I explain that to sick call?”

    Mark smiled. “Sure, I’ll do you that favor. Usually a guy doesn’t like to pop cherries, but in this case, I’ll make an exception.”

    “Bullshit, and you know it. Grease that beast up and let’s get to fucking!”

    Mark laughed and retrieved a condom, rolled it on, and greased up his erection. Neal was already lubed up from his finger, so now it was time to lay pipe!

    “I’m going to fuck you on your back. Put your legs up on my shoulders, and I’ll do the rest.”

    Neal did as he was told, and Mark moved in closer until the large head of his dick was pressing against the opening.

    “Okay, breathe deep, don’t tighten up your ass muscles, just relax and allow me to penetrate you. Once I’m in, you’ll begin to feel the immense pleasure that getting fucked will bring you.”

    “You sound like a Fuller Brush salesman trying to close a deal. Just do it, stud; I want it!”

    That was all Mark needed to hear. He pushed in gently and, upon hitting resistance, backed off for a moment, then attacked anew with more force. Mark was determined to break past the sphincter muscle and hit the heated highway to the prostate. When he felt himself pop through, Neal let out a yell.

    “Ouch! That fucking hurts! You’d better stop.”

    “Just relax. I won’t push any further in; just give your ass a moment or two to adjust to my dick. Once that happens, you’ll see how good it feels,” Mark said like a used-car salesman. “Just relax the muscles you’ve tightened up. That’s why you’re feeling pain.”

    “Okay, okay.”

    After a minute or so, with Mark still hard as a rock, Neal said, “Okay, go on.”

    Mark smiled. He eased his cock forward little by little until he was all the way in, and then he rested there.

    “See, I’m balls-deep. Just relax and then let me work your prostate with my fat cock.”

    “Fat cock is right! I’ve never had a guy I couldn’t take until you. I’m talking about blow jobs, of course, since I’ve never done any actual fucking.”

    Finally, Mark began to ease out and back in, and Neal was fine with it. Mark changed the angle of penetration slightly so that he would hit the prostate, and when he did, Neal lit up like a Christmas tree.

    “Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me, baby, slam that fat dick of yours into me, make me your bitch!”

    Mark smiled once more. Guys would say just about anything when you hit that sweet spot. Now that he knew exactly where it was, he pounded away, which resulted in Neal cursing up a storm while attempting to describe how good it felt. He thrashed around on the pillows and actually pushed his ass against the inward thrust of Mark’s cock. As Mark fucked Neal as well as he could, he heard the magic words escape from Neal.

    “Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum, and I’m not even jerking off!”

    Mark picked up speed and was slamming into Neal’s ass when Neal climaxed and shot string after string of hot cum all the way up to his face and beyond. Seeing that, Mark exploded too and filled the condom with his sperm.

    When their climaxes died down, Mark slipped Neal’s legs off his shoulders and pulled out, removing the condom. He then collapsed onto the bed next to his now de-virginized bedmate.

    “That. Was. The. Best. Sex. Ever.”

    “It was pretty intense, guy. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

    “Hurt me? Fuck, I came without touching my dick! That’s never happened to me before. I feel like my ass has had a telephone pole up it, but at the same time, I feel extremely at peace… weird.”

    Mark got out of bed, grabbed a towel, and cleaned the spurts of cum off. He got back into bed and put his arm over Neal’s still-heaving chest.

    “That was great fucking sex. I also lied; it’s every gay guy’s wet dream to take another guy’s ass cherry.” Mark laughed.

    “No shit! You must think I’m one dumb bitch if you think I bought that line of shit earlier. But I give you points for really knowing how to not only take that cherry, but rip it the fuck out!”

    “I’m glad I was your first. I hope you’ll always remember me.”

    “Honey, you can count on that. I can live to be a hundred and one, and I’ll still remember this fuck. You are one fantastic stud, in or out of bed.”

    “Shall we get some sleep?”

    “Oh, hell yeah. I feel so good right now I could sleep a thousand years.”

    “Well, I don’t know about a thousand years, but I will make you