Helping A Guy Out

Mondays suck. There are no two ways about that. After a long weekend together, Mark needed to hit the road for work for a few days and leave his boyfriend. Jeffery had gotten up before the alarm and returned to the bedroom naked and erect, holding a couple steaming coffees just as the alarm sounded. It was a good image to wake up to.

Mark was sitting up in bed now, his eyes half open. His right hand held his half finished coffee, and his left cradled the back of Jeff's head as it bobbed determinedly up and down on Mark's morning erection. Had he been fully awake, Mark might have been surprised that he was hard again given how busy their Sunday had been. At the moment, he tried to keep from flexing his hips and spilling his coffee.

Is there anything more wonderful than coffee and a blowjob? Your body is still a bit unresponsive and sleepy but your morning hardon is ready for whatever it can get. The soothing buzz of caffeine mixes with the remnants of dreams in which your cock had been as happy as it is right now.

Mark glanced down to see Jeff looking up at him. Jeff had crawled down between his legs, and was sloppily licking from balls to cockhead over and over. Mark smiled down at him, then almost spilled what was left of his coffee when Jeff suddenly deep-throated him.

Mark's hips were awake now, and they rose up to help his cock get as deep as it could into Jeff's mouth. Mark managed to put the coffee on the bedside table without spilling it, and then both hands made it to Jeff's head. Mark scratched Jeff's head gently while Jeff set about sucking the last of Mark's cum from his weekend emptied balls.

Mark's legs wrapped round Jeff's back and pulled him in closer. Jeff's ass waved appealingly in the air behind him, but neither of them really wanted to fuck right now. Mark's hands grew spastic on Jeff's head and ears while Jeff's hands tickled and teased Mark's balls for what he called his “high protein breakfast.” Mark let himself relax into the inevitable, his hips grinding and his legs locked round the back of Jeff's shoulders.

Mark looked down to watch his shiny cock disappearing over and over into Jeff's mouth. Mark could see the corner of Jeff's eyes turn up, and knew that Jeff was smiling. Jeff started moaning and Mark's cock responded to the vibrations feeding him a clear, salty appetizer.
Mark tried to maintain eye contact with his boyfriend Jeffery, but his eyes started fluttering. His cockhead was in charge now, and he saw a number of hot, surprising images parade before him. With his eyes open he saw Jeff looking up at him, determinedly sucking his morning hardon; with his eyes closed he saw Jeff doing other things. Mark closed his eyes, raised his hips, grabbed the sides of Jeff's head, and fed him the last of the juice from his tanks as he watched the porn film in his mind.

Mark heard Jeff's moans as his cock delivered his hot morning protein shake. Mark's hands and hips worked together to make sure his cock got all the heat and friction it needed to empty itself thoroughly and fill Mark's body with pleasure and relief.

Mark's hands and hips relaxed, and his breathing started to slow. He opened his eyes to watch Jeff suckling on his meat. Jeff's eyes were smiling, and Mark smiled too as he reached over to the table to get the last of his coffee. Mark tipped the last of it back into his mouth. Jeff's mouth suddenly clamped onto the very base of his prick, and with surprising strength pulled up slowly, the pressure of tight lips and hard tongue milking out the last drops lingering in Mark's shaft. Mark groaned as he swallowed his coffee while Jeff swallowed his cream.

“Good morning, lover” Jeff smiled up at him with a cat that ate the canary grin. Mark's body shuddered one last time as Jeff came up to give him a peck of a kiss and remind him they had to get to the airport.

***

The stress of a Monday departure, traffic, and the hurry up and wait of the airport pretty much pushed thoughts of Jeff from Mark's mind. Once up in the air, he had some work to do to be ready for the meeting he was headed to, and concentrated on that while drinking bad airplane coffee. It was only at that “We are beginning our descent” announcement that Mark put away his laptop, put his head back and closed his eyes for a few minutes.

Mark's body instantly relaxed and started reliving some of the pleasure he and Jeff had given one another over the last couple days. In that happy, relaxed glow, Mark remembered when they met in the gym.

Mark had watched Jeff for weeks before deciding to introduce himself. Jeff was always in the corner knocking himself out with the kettlebells, and Mark loved how he clearly exhausted himself. He didn't look bad in the shower either, Mark had carefully noticed. His cut cock wasn't all that much to look at, but all those swings and deadlifts had given him an enticingly sculpted ass. He didn't have much body hair, but that only showed off his nicely shaped muscles. He was a bit shorter, and Mark probably outweighed him by twenty pounds. He wore a scruffy beard that Mark thought was sexy and roguish, even for a bottom, or what Mark sincerely hoped was a bottom.

Mark didn't move quickly. He started acknowledging Jeff like one of the guys. Once Jeff was used to that, he asked him stupid little questions: “Good workout?” When he was pretty sure Jeff knew who he was and wouldn't be frightened, Mark circled closer.

One day Mark saw Jeff awkwardly setting up at the bench press. Mark knew just how to turn this to his advantage. He sauntered over, offered a spot, and then made sure he stood with his junk right over Jeff's nose. Mark always went commando at the gym, and at moments like this he was reminded why. Mark stood still while Jeff got an eyeful and flushed. Mark leaned over, slapped Jeff's lats with his right hand and told him to tighten up. The bulge in Jeff's shorts was instant and gratifying, and getting that last couple reps out of Jeff was so much foreplay.

Mark put on a show for Jeff in the shower, and loved the fact that Jeff couldn't stop his dick from getting hard. Mark wanted so much to slap his ass and see him jump, but instead he just confidently invited him home with him. Mark knew there was no better way to make sure you ended up on top than by assuming a guy would let you.

Mark sat in his airplane seat, eyes closed, replaying that first sweet encounter, but then he was reminded of the mental images from his morning blowjob. His hand slid down to cover the bulge in his suit pants as he let them replay themselves. His cock had fed him images of things it wanted. The best part, Mark realized, is that Jeff would enjoy them too.

***

Jeff answered the phone Friday afternoon. He perked up to Mark's voice. The noise made it clear Mark was at the pub. Mark half shouted into the phone that he was running a bit late because he had an old friend with him. They'd be along shortly, and his buddy would be spending the night.

Jeff knew that the pub on a Friday meant one pint too many and a horny Mark. Jeff felt a bit grumpy at the thought of the guest, but told himself to make the best of it. He went and found some clean sheets for the guest bed.
Mark and his friend came through the door laughing a little too loudly. They were both in those nearly regulation blue suits and blue shirts. They had lost the ties somewhere along the way. Jeff could see the swell of Mark's muscled, smooth chest starting where he had unbuttoned his shirt.

“Danny, this is Jeff, the man I'm fucking.” Danny cocked a smile at Mark but stuck out his hand politely. Jeff shook his hand and said polite nothings, not entirely sure how he felt about that introduction. Jeff couldn't fault Mark for honesty at least.
Mark explained that he and Danny had been roommates one year in university.
“Yeah, back when you were fucking girls, not boys,” Danny's smile took any possible sting out of those words.

“Hey, I was fucking boys too then. That's why I always got more than you.” The two of them laughed at how clever they were. Jeff wondered just how much beer they had managed before coming home.
Mark came up to Jeff, put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him in close. The smell of beer was clear on his breath, and it made his breath warmer. He kneaded Jeff's traps with his hand.
“Hey, have we got any tequila left?” Mark asked. Jeff didn't know what to say. Mark and Danny were already two sheets to the wind. Jeff lied that it was gone. Mark pouted and walked off.

When Jeff walked in the living room a few minutes later, he found the two of them just downing shots of tequila. Mark had found it anyway. Jeff went and got them something to eat to help soak up the alcohol.
When Jeff returned to the room, the two of them were sitting side by side on the couch, their feet up on the ottoman. They offered Jeff some tequila, and he thought he might as well pretend to join the party and had one with them. At least it would take the edge off dealing with this, Jeff figured.
“You know bro...” Danny started.

Jeff turned his head and looked at them. “Bro?” They called one another “Bro”?
“You know bro, I sometimes think you got it right switching to guys.”
Mark laughed like that was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

“No, I'm serious. Guys are always horny, so you probably never hear 'I've got a headache.' Do you?” Danny actually looked that question at Jeff. Jeff shook his head, but wished he could crawl away. He hadn't had enough to drink to cope with this conversation.
Mark said something about how he missed eating pussy (Jeff did a double take there), but yeah, being with a guy was great all around.
The conversation drifted off to the hockey game they had been watching in the pub, and Jeff hoped he was safe from hearing more about the private life of straight men.

Mark unsteadily saw Danny to the guest room after “one more for the road”. He threw his arm around him and walked him down the hall. At the door Jeff saw Danny asking Mark something. Mark nodded and smiled very broadly. He patted his “bro” heartily on the shoulder and sent him off to bed.
Jeff then saw his unsteady boyfriend through a quick shower to wash off the pub smell and into bed. Mark was claiming a tequila scented goodnight kiss when they heard some music from the television in the next room. Mark started laughing. When Jeff asked him what was funny, Mark excused himself for a minute.