Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

through him.
    He inched one bare leg forward and hooked it over Mark's, rubbing his calf against the back of Mark's jeans. Using that leg for leverage, he inched his torso closer to Mark's and heard Mark catch his breath.
    Jules was intensely aroused now. He moved his other hand over the light sprinkling of hair on Mark's chest until he found an erect nipple. There he paused, rubbing the palm of his hand in circular motions over its hard button. Mark gasped.
    Jules pressed forward for a kiss. Mark met his mouth hungrily, welcoming Jules's lips and flicking his tongue along the crease between them. Jules stiffened his lips to suck on the warm, wet, probing tongue.
    He slid his right hand down Mark's back to the waistband of his jeans. Pushing one finger inside, he travelled around to the front. The button was already open but the zipper was closed. Without touching Mark's cock, Jules withdrew his hand, grasped the tab of the zipper and pulled it down.
    Mark moaned and his lips went slack. Jules sucked on his bottom lip, running his hand down the dip between the top of Mark's thigh and his groin. Mark tried to press his cock up against Jules's hand but it was trapped on the other side by his briefs. Breaking away from the kiss, Mark's lifted his hips and with one movement he pushed his jeans and briefs all the way down over his knees, kicking them off onto the floor. Then he reached for Jules's cock, enclosing it in his hot, confident hand.
    Jules closed his eyes and lay back as Mark began to stroke him slowly up and down. With his other hand Mark was cupping his balls, massaging them gently. It felt extraordinary to have Mark's two hands pleasuring him at last. Jules took a handful of Mark's arse and pulled him close, feeling Mark's cock grinding against his hip.
    He let Mark's rhythmic strokes continue until the pleasure of it mounted and tremors began to run through his body. Then he pushed Mark's hand away, threw off the quilt and set about licking and sucking a path down Mark's sweat-salty torso. Mark moaned, knowing what Jules was planning to do, and his hand moved to caress Jules's hair.
    Jules could smell his cock now, a heady mixture of sweat and leaked semen. He went on down to meet it. Mark's hips came up and his hand tightened in Jules's hair. Jules let Mark rub his cock all over Jules's face, pressing the thick shaft hard against his cheeks.
    Then Jules took back control, pushing Mark's hips down onto the bed. He nuzzled the base of Mark's cock with his lips and began to lick, flattening his tongue and wetting every part of the shaft. Mark moaned again as Jules reached the tip, flicking his tongue over the slit. Mark tried to push up but Jules pinned him down with a firm hand on his pelvis. Two fingers grasped the base of his cock in a scissor hold.
    When Jules was ready, he swirled his tongue over the tip and sucked the head in between his tensed lips. At the same time he moved his other hand down to the familiar mass of his own hard cock. He was so aroused by Mark's taste and smell and the needy noises he was making, that his own cock felt ready to explode. He began to stroke it slowly, doing what felt good without letting himself come, while his mouth played with the smooth skin of Mark's cock head.
    Sucking on that, Jules gradually drew it in deeper, filling his mouth with the thick, solid shaft. He began to pump it, building friction with his lips and tongue. As he started to take it faster, Mark's breathing quickened and became noisier so that every exhalation was like a moan. For all his earlier hesitation, it was clear that Mark had been wanting this and wanting it badly.
    That knowledge increased Jules's hunger and his hand started to play with his own cock more seriously. Mark's hips were jerking frantically now and he clawed at Jules's head, trying to set the rhythm that would take him over the edge. Jules controlled him, holding him down, but Mark's quivering and whimpering told Jules that he was close to coming. Jules moved faster and faster, ignoring the ache in his jaw, until with a cry that sounded almost like pain Mark convulsed and began to shoot his jets against the back of Jules's throat.
    Jules continued to hold Mark's cock in his mouth, varying the grip of his lips and the suction, until the spasms subsided and the hands in his hair relaxed. Gently he let it slip from his mouth, respecting its sensitivity, running his tongue around it to lick up the last drops. Then he rose to a