The dimly lit apartment hummed with the aftermath of a disastrous poker night. Alex, a lean straight twink with sharp cheekbones and a defiant smirk, stared at the chips piled before Marcus. "You cheated, you smug bastard," Alex spat, his voice laced with reluctant amusement. Marcus, the tall, confident gay neighbor with an easy laugh, leaned back. "Rules are rules, pretty boy. You lost fair and square. One night, my way, until I'm done. And trust me, with my little condition, that could take all night."
Alex's face flushed. "I'm straight, man. This isn't happening." But the bet's terms echoed: Marcus got to fuck him, and he'd stop only when satisfied. Marcus's endless orgasms meant he needed constant kinks to stay hard and horny. "Scared? Or curious?" Marcus teased, eyes gleaming. "Come on, one kiss to start. Deep, wet, lots of spit. You'll see."
Tension crackled as Alex stepped closer, heart pounding. Their lips met, Marcus's tongue plunging deep, flooding Alex's mouth with warm spit that dripped down his chin. "Fuck, taste that," Marcus murmured between kisses, fingers tracing Alex's jaw. Alex pulled back, panting, "You're disgusting... and why is this making me hard?" The air thickened with sweat and anticipation.
Marcus grinned wickedly. "Horny already? Good. Open up." He slid two fingers into Alex's mouth, rubbing his tongue, making him gag lightly on the intrusion. Alex sucked instinctively, eyes watering, while Marcus rubbed his own hard cock against Alex's thigh. "That's it, get them wet. Now, on the bed."
Clothes shed, bodies pressed close. Marcus straddled Alex's chest, his ass hovering. "Lick it," he commanded with a wink. "Make me dripping." Alex hesitated, then tongue met Marcus's asshole, circling and probing as spit mixed with sweat. Marcus moaned, cock throbbing. "Yes, just like that—fuck, you're good at this for a straight guy."
The build exploded into action. Marcus flipped Alex, lining up his thick cock against Alex's tight ass. He thrust in deep, both groaning. "Your ass is so fucking tight," Marcus panted, pounding hard. Alex gasped, "Shut up and fuck me already—make it count." Sweat slicked their skin as Marcus came the first time, flooding Alex's hole with hot cum that overflowed, dripping down his thighs. But Marcus stayed hard, condition kicking in.
He pulled out, smearing cum on Alex's lips. "Taste it. Blowjob time." Alex took the cock in his mouth, sucking the cum-slick length while Marcus fingered his own ass for more kink. "Deeper, yeah—make me cum again." Alex's pussy-like grip on the shaft (metaphorically clenching) drove Marcus wild. They switched, Marcus riding Alex's face, ass grinding, then back to pounding Alex's ass raw.
Cum kept flowing—second, third loads filling Alex until his stomach churned nauseously from the volume, yet his own cock stayed rock hard from the intensity. Panting, sweating, they collapsed briefly. "Not done yet," Marcus whispered, already hardening again. Alex smirked despite himself, "Bring it, endless wonder."
The night stretched on with more spit, more ass play, more dripping cum, but Marcus's final thrust left Alex wrecked and wanting. "Round two tomorrow?" Marcus teased as he pulled out slowly.
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