Page 36 of The Missing Ingredient

“How about we undress each other?”

Which is exactly what they did, each of them kissing newly exposed flesh on the other’s body, until they stood opposite one another in only underpants. Marcus was the first to reach for the band of Tom’s white briefs and gently pull them down. The huge member that bounced out thick and proud took Marcus’s breath away.

“Fuck, Tom,” said Marcus, his eyes wide. Without a second thought, he fell to his knees, wrapping a fist around the girth and beaming up at Tom. “You’ve got a lot going on down here.”

Tom’s laughter was cut short when Marcus pulled back the foreskin and swallowed Tom into his mouth. In the past, Marcus had always taken pride in the fact that he could deep-throat any man. But Tom Bradford would be a challenge. Nevertheless, he took as much as he could, feeling the velvety head nudge the back of his throat. With one hand, he stroked the length while the other caressed and squeezed one ball, then the other and then tugged both. After a number of times, Tom growled, pushing his hips forward and starting to meet him halfway, his hands clamping into Marcus’s hair. Although Marcus had thought it impossible, Tom’s cock appeared to grow even bigger. But Marcus’s mouth had loosened up now, and after releasing Tom with a pop, he took the big guy down almost to the base, sucking hard, even though his jaw ached.

“Shit. Shit. Stop, Marcus” came Tom’s raspy voice above him as he yanked Marcus’s head away by the hair. “I’m right on the verge. And I don’t want to come yet. Stand up.”

When Marcus drew level, Tom’s eyes had a happy but glazed look. When he pulled Marcus into his body, melded their mouths together again, Tom smoothed his hands down Marcus’s shoulders, down his back, under his waistband, and clamped them on each of his cheeks before pulling his underpants down.

This time, finally naked, Marcus led them past the bathtub into the shower cubicle and let the water run. Once it was hot enough, Marcus pushed Tom beneath the flow while instantly Tom pulled Marcus to him, bringing their bodies and mouths together. Marcus’s cock finally got to say hello to Tom’s. Without prompting, Tom wrapped his hand around both their shafts, Marcus on top, Tom beneath, his hand big enough to grasp them both. Then he began the slow pump, the pull and push, sending a guttural moan of pleasure through Marcus. Still lip-locked, Marcus reached out blindly for the small bottle of liquid shower gel, squirting some on their joined cocks to add lubrication. After that he began to lather Tom’s body, never once breaking the kiss. With his soapy hands he explored the hard planes of Tom’s body: the rippled stomach, the firm pectorals, beneath his armpits and down his biceps, all the time kissing hungrily. Even when Tom reached around Marcus, smoothed into the valley between his buttocks, causing him to gasp aloud, Marcus continued his own exploration.

Maybe because of the earlier blow job, Tom soon began to pump faster, more erratically, a moan starting deep within his chest. Seconds later his whole body shuddered as he shot warm cum onto Marcus’s balls and down his legs. Marcus broke the kiss to watch and almost immediately followed suit, coming onto Tom’s stomach and into his pubic hair.

Both men leaned against each other for support, letting the warm water wash over them. Eventually, still unspeaking, they began to clean up. Tom’s large hands moving over him felt wonderful and soon had Marcus up and running again. And a quick glance down told him that the exchange was mutual. But Marcus had other ideas.

“Tom, we have all night,” he said, switching off the water, stepping out, and turning to face the man. “Let’s grab a beer, some food, and relax.”

“Did anyone ever tell you your nipples are huge when you’re turned on?” said Tom, reaching out and tweaking them, making Marcus flinch and swat Tom’s hands away.

“Hands off, tiger,” he said, grabbing two plump white towels from the rack and throwing one at Tom. “Beer, food, and Arsenal. Then we can do anything you want. Deal?”

“Deal.”

After finishing a dish of homemade cottage pie, organic carrots, freshly shucked peas, and homemade gravy, they sat together on Marcus’s leather sofa, watching the game. Both wore only sweatpants and T-shirts; both rested their bare feet on the coffee table. More than once, seeing Tom’s big feet next to his, Marcus told himself that he could get used to this. He also smiled at how Tom focused single-mindedly on the television every time action mounted, when one of the forwards managed to breach the opponents’ defense, but then, during the many lulls in the game, peripherally at least, Marcus could feel Tom’s hot gaze back on him. During short bursts of commercials, Tom never missed an opportunity to lean into Marcus and kiss him, wrapping a hand around his upper thigh, stroking his thumb across his groin. And then, the second the full-time whistle blew, Tom yanked the beer bottle from Marcus’s hand and pulled him up from the couch. No hesitation. He dragged Marcus back to the bedroom, where he immediately began pulling Marcus’s T-shirt off.

“Whoa, slow down there,” said Marcus, laughing and pulling away. “Let me get lube and condoms from the bathroom.”

“Condoms?” asked Tom, his brow wrinkling. “What? Are we back in college?”

“Seriously, Tom. Although I get tested after every sexual partner—not that there’ve been many recently—I don’t want to take any chances. And this thing we have between us might not end up being what you want, so we should play safe for now.”

“It is what I want,” said Tom quietly.

“Let’s see how you feel in the morning, shall we? In the meantime, condoms.”

When Marcus returned from the bathroom, Tom stood there completely naked and very definitely semierect. One amazing specimen of a man. Marcus placed the lube, box of condoms, and a small towel on the bedside cabinet. This was going to happen, but before passion swallowed them up again, he needed to set some ground rules.

“Another thing,” added Marcus, shucking out of his own clothes. “You’ve got a lot going on down there, so you’ll need to let me take control first time around.”

“Take control how?”

“Well, we could do this doggy style—nice and slow, though, with me on all fours and you behind—”

“No. I need to see your face.”

“Okay, then. Well, in that case you’ll need to lie on your back, I’ll straddle you, and then you let me take you inside—slowly, at my own pace. Then once I’m comfortable, once I’ve gotten used to having all of you in me and I’ve relaxed into a rhythm, I’ll let you take over. Are you okay with that?”

The darkened eyes and slow grin that spread across Tom’s face said everything, but he kept his voice low. “Yeah. I think I can manage that.”

For the next fifteen minutes, they reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies, slower this time, but eventually Marcus decided to take over. After gently guiding Tom onto his back, Marcus helped get the condom on and then prepared himself with an overgenerous coating of lube. Straddling Tom, looking into those dark concerned eyes, he reached down and positioned the head of Tom’s cock against his entrance. Eyes closed, Marcus took a deep breath and began to take Tom inside. Just as the initial burn had begun to subside, Tom caressed his arms until he had both hands held in his own.

“Marcus, you don’t have to—”

“Hush, Tom,” said Marcus, eyes still squeezed closed. “I want this.”

After another deep breath, Marcus sank lower until he felt all of Tom’s considerable length buried inside him. Sweat beaded his brow and his own erection had taken a vacation, but he had managed to mount all of Tom. And then something happened. Unmoving all this time, Tom’s hips suddenly bucked upward and ignited something explosive deep inside Marcus, causing his eyes to fly open.

---