A Close Encounter

He started going faster and faster, rotating his hand around the shaft as he went up and down it, going all the way to the base and well up over the swollen cock head. His other hand began to fondle Mark's swollen nuts, first just rolling them around in his hand, then firmly but gently squeezing them. When Mark was getting close and moaning, Tom put his first finger and thumb around Mark's nut sack just above his balls and gently pulled down on Mark's balls.

"Oh God yea," he moaned. "So good - so fuckin' good! Blowing you got me so hot."

"Payback! Shoot a nice stream of cum for me," Tom urged him as he gripped Mark's cock a little tighter and stroked just a little faster.

"Gonna spray the ceiling," he groaned. Seconds later Mark couldn't take it any longer and started to come. His legs stiffened, there was groan, and the first squirt of come shot from his hard cock. It arched into the air and landed on his chest, followed by squirt after squirt of the thick white stuff, most of it landing on this chest, and the rest landing of the floor. Tom continued to rapidly pump Mark's squirting cock until he stopped squirting. Then, with a combination of lube and Mark's own cum, he moved his wet hand up and down the shaft and over the head slowly and gently as Mark started to soften. "That was great!" Mark finally gasped.

They took a hot shower together after that and thought about having seconds. But, as it was getting late, they decided to call it a night.

The next evening, Thursday, well before eight, Tom was back at the same bar on the same stool. Right at the stroke of eight, Samantha came into the bar. She spotted Tom right away and gave him a big grin.

"Hi," she said as she took a seat next to him. "I wasn't sure if you'd be here."

"Get stood up a lot?" he asked, very happy that she hadn't stood him up.

"All the time. Most guys think the idea is great the night they meet me, and then have second thoughts. I didn't know if you were just another one of the crowd."