SMUT || MARKHYUCK

Ticket 3

Final

Mark grabs the bottle of oil and tilts it over. A drop slips through the bottle hole on the boys dick. He jolts. Moan escaping from his lips. Another drop, a shiver runs through his body when it falls on the tip of the cock. Slipping down, down, down. Mixing with the other and crawling down on the balls underneath and on his pink hole.

The older boy sitting astride takes in the view closely once more. The boy that's laid on his back is on cloud nine. The hair on his forehead messed up and slightly wet from the sweat. Eyes closed. Those plump lips parted; heavy and deep breaths escape from them. His eyes move down on his chest that moves up and down. Arms laid flat. Legs. These tan smooth legs shinning with this oil. Spread wide. His cute dick in full view and glory. Standing and twitching. That pink hole waiting to be pounded.

Mark moves his hand around the hole. The younger steers a bit. Biting lower lip. Trying his best not to let a moan escape those lips when the boy between his legs presses a finger inside. The oil being the only lubricant. However, the younger seems already a bit lose.

Mark Lee, gets up and unbuckles his bet fast. Zipper down. Dick out the underwear. He's hard. He had been hard the second the boy spread his leg. He moves up the table and goes around it. Pulling the boy up a bit as his head hangs down the table.

"Keep your eyes closed," he whispers to the one on the table. Dick pressed on the youngers lips. "Suck it nice and I'll pound that hole for a better massage in return," he whispers. The boy obeys. He doesn't open his eyes. Hands travels up and around the boys hips. Haechan open his mouth wide.

The older moves his hip forward. Shoving his dick deeper, deeper, deeper inside the boys mouth until he's balls deep. This time Haechan has his mouth open wider. Chocking. He pulls it down slowly. Grunting. Moves it back inside. And the swaying of hips increase in speed as they both adjust.

The next few minutes he's fucking the boys mouth fast and deep. Dick rubbing so good on his tongue. Cum and drool mixing. The wet sensation is making him high. God Marks in trouble.
Mark pulls his dick out. Focusing on the boys face. Cum and drool escaping from the corner of the lips.

He moves back around the table. Astride. Up on it. Spreading the hips wider. He slaps his thighs. Earning a moan.
Mark pulls the boy down by the leg. He grabs his dick and taps the younger between the legs with it. Moans, moans, and moans. Haechan sits up on his arms. The younger takes in the olders current view. He's breathing hard. But there's a problem.
He's fully clothed.

Haechan leans forward and pulls his pants down. The boy takes it off the rest. And he lays back down.

Before the younger asks for the massage he deserves.  Mark shoved his dick deep in his hole. His tan leg held tightly against the olders chest. The other hangs off the table. He doesn't wait.
Pounding that hole deep and nice just the way it deserves. The thrusts are just what he needed. Head falling back on the table.

Marks ears perk up on the words that escape the boys lips. The moans get louder on a certain angle. So he hits it the exact way deep inside.
Haechans close. He opens his mouth and lets the other know fast. "Cumming," the boys tan skin is decorated with white spill. Escaping his own dick.

The older moves faster. And stops. He's not down yet. His dick stands proud and tip pink. He turns the boy around forcefully. Pulling back from the legs. Hands on waist and shoves the dick back in. The younger moans. He leans back against the boys chest. The thrusts from the back flips his dick up and down. The olders hand around the neck keep him aware. He watches from the mirror in front.

His body moving with every thrust from the back. He smiles when the older locks eyes with him through the mirror. The man bites his neck. Just the sweet spot that needed some attention.

In a few minutes the man comes. Filling the boy to the rim. Both moan. One from the pleasure. Other from the warmth.

The boy sits on the table bareassed. Watching the older putting things around him back in order. The is dressed up now. He follows him around with his eyes. He watches as he brings a towel and cleans his dick. Spreading his leg gently. Eyes locked with the youngers. And he slips his hand between the legs. But to the youngers dismay the soft material of the towel rubs against the boys hole. The older cleans up whatever he can. And leaves the boy sitting on the table in the small room.

A month later, Lee Haechan enters the gates of the university he had worked so hard for. He's happy with life. Everything is perfect. He's got into his dreams fulfilled. He's so lost in his head not focusing on where he's going. The brown head runs into someone. The guy turns around and his expressions turn to shock when the younger recognised him as Mark Lee that worked in the sex massage parlour. Haechan stands there shocked. Lips parted. The other smirks at him. Winks and walks inside the campus hands in pocket. Disappearing inside not before he turns back once more to look at the younger up and down.