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Mark was lying on his bed looking to read some PDF documents about the new case he had caught. Being a lawyer was not easy, and with each passing year Mark took on more complicated cases to deal with, which was good, because that way he earned more money and could maintain his average standard of living. He was great, but very tiring. It turned out that he didn't have much time to look for relationships or similar things.
He had already had his romantic days, he was married for a few years, but due to differences of opinion, they both thought it best to break up. And since then Mark was single. He hadn't been in a relationship for years, just small one-night stands. It wasn't like he had much time to go around looking for new people hoping that they would be the right and ideal person for him.
Until the fateful night when Mark received a wrong and extremely provocative message from a handsome young man named Oscar, based on what he had read in his Whatsapp profile description. The boy had sent a photo of his ass to Mark, it was certainly by mistake, but Mark didn't know if the response he gave was due to the lack of seeing anything sexual for some time or his tired brain working on automatic. He simply put aside his reading and tried to flirt with the boy, saying that whoever received the photo would be lucky. What was Mark doing? The boy was probably old enough to be his son.
But he didn't expect to receive such a quick response from Oscar, offering to send him more photos. Damn, he had hit the jackpot that day. He hooked a big fish without even having to make many moves. That day he had an absurd sexting with the boy, he liked it, the younger one liked it and everything was fine. After that they started talking to each other. Oscar Piastri (he had discovered his last name), was an extremely intelligent and serious boy most of the time. He spoke as necessary and was very reserved, Mark liked that about him. He was 22 years old and was completing his journalism degree. He would be brilliant. Mark had also discovered that he was also Australian, which led to several conversations about local spots in Australia that they both liked to frequent while living there before moving to London.
Mark had already learned from his past mistakes and tried to respond to Oscar whenever possible. Sometimes the child asked for help with reading some texts and Mark was ready to help, even if he had to put his files aside for a while. He didn't know what it was about that boy, but Mark felt attracted to him right away. Sometimes he felt guilty, obviously, their age difference was absurd, but if Oscar felt comfortable and had never stopped his advances, why not continue?
Now 7 months after having “found” Oscar, Mark finally had the boy for himself. It had only been a month since he had officially asked Oscar to be his girlfriend, the youngest was very cautious with his first dates and he was right, after all, Mark was a complete stranger to him. It was difficult to gain Oscar's trust due to his personality, but with the right words and caring actions, Mark had him in the palm of his hands (and he hoped that Oscar knew he was in his hands too).
Mark Webber didn't know what he had done to deserve Oscar. Finding Oscar was like finding a winning lottery ticket in the middle of the desert.
He was taking things calmly, afraid that he would scare the youngest and he would leave without even saying goodbye. Which was really strange, given how they met and what they'd done so far.
Oscar wasn't a virgin, Mark much less so, but he was afraid of rushing Oscar and putting pressure on him to do something. Although it was impossible for Mark to avoid an erection when Oscar visited him and he made a point of sitting close to the older man on the sofa, practically climbing on top of him while they watched Formula 1 on television.
At the same time as he tried to avoid it, he was afraid that Oscar would feel rejected. He would always kiss him and squeeze his waist, but every time he thought about deepening these actions, his brain would go into “red alert” mode and come away with an excuse to do something else together, be it going to dinner or walking in the park. He always saw Oscar pouting and he felt an absurd urge to bite that mouth and abuse it with his penis but he controlled himself. Patience is the key to everything... Or maybe that's what he thought until Oscar arrived at his residence on a Friday night looking very nervous about him.
“Oscar, my dear, what happened to you that made you arrive here like a hurricane? Generally you are so calm and nothing gets you down very easily. Did something happen at college?” Mark asked as he tried to guide a very nervous Oscar to the living room couch.
“Really Mark? Don’t you know why I’m nervous?” He asked sullenly as he threw himself on the sofa and faced the older man with his eyebrows furrowed and giving the older man a very dirty look.
“Osc, I'm 46 years old and to this day I haven't learned to read minds or anything like that, hah!” He tried to lighten up by making a silly joke. Oscar didn't laugh. He usually always laughed at your lame jokes or took your sentences out of context. The matter really was serious. “What ails you, my baby? Talk to me. Please, yes?” Mark spoke calmly, sitting next to the smaller boy and taking his hands. He had even used Oscar's favorite nickname to try to diffuse the situation.
“Mark, we met 7 months ago, we dated 1 month ago and to this day, nothing has happened between us. You know I have the patience of a fisherman, but I'm tired! Sometimes I think you avoid touching me in a more serious way because, I don't know, you have your problem with our ages. This is horrible." He vented too quickly for Mark to process everything he had said. Soon he felt a pang in his heart. Even with all the attention he gave to the little one, he didn't give Oscar what he really wanted.
“Oscar my dear, please come here.” He pulled the smaller one onto his lap, which he did willingly, he didn't even care about creasing his favorite work shirt. He could resolve this another time, at the moment, he wanted to see Oscar well. He placed his head on his shoulder and lightly punched his right arm. “ You suck Mark Webber. ” He heard a whisper coming from the other.
“Look Oscar...” He placed his hands on the other's face while lightly squeezing his cheeks, making Oscar make a sulky pout. ”...I'm just trying to take things slow. I really like you and I'm afraid that by rushing things between us, you'll run away from me. I had a hard time finding someone like you, you already know my story, I don’t want to lose you.” Mark said seriously as he brushed some strands of that fluffy hair away from Oscar's face.
“Mark I really like you too. But sometimes I think you just don't want to do anything. I've tried several times to start something, but it seems like you didn't even notice that. I don't want to pressure you either, but it's like when I touch you you run away. I want you to touch me!” He replied while squeezing the arms that were holding his face.
Oh, so Mark wasn't delusional every time he saw Oscar slide those little hands down his shirt when they slept together. He wasn't seeing things when he saw the minor making obscene gestures with a spoon while they were eating ice cream in the backyard of his house. Oscar was a provocative little shit and he hadn't even realized it. Maybe he thought the boy's shyness was in that direction, but no, Oscar wanted him as much as he wanted the youngest but he hadn't paid attention to the signs.
“Oh Oscar my love!” - He blurted out and saw the younger man's face blushing with embarrassment. “I'm sorry if I really didn't notice. I thought these were things in my head. Let me reward you, yes? Do you allow?" He spoke as he released Oscar's face and filled him with kisses until he reached his lips and whispered a small “ I like you so much ” over the other's mouth.
He saw the smaller one squirm in his lap and damn, if Mark had had the wrong thoughts before, now that he knew he had the freedom to do whatever he wanted with him, now his mind was working a mile a minute thinking about how he would take it Oscar.
“Yes Mark, I forgive you. But please don’t do that anymore.” He ended the conversation there just with the tone of voice he used. Ok. Smiling at each other Mark then rested his hands on the waist of the other man who was wearing a sweatshirt bigger than him and got closer to kiss him properly.
Mark places a chaste and light kiss on Oscar's lips, covering his face with his hands softly. He lets the kiss linger, lips kissing Oscar tenderly. Soon the older man feels the desire to deepen the kiss, a tongue darts out to reach Oscar's lower lip, seeking entrance. The smaller boy's lips open without thinking twice. Mark's tongue runs along the inside of Oscar's bottom lip, tracing it with great reference. His hand moves from one of Oscar's cheeks and travels to the smaller boy's wavy hair, making a light caress there. Oscar fights the desire to melt into the older man's lap. Oscar's hands squeeze your shoulders.
Pulling away from each other, Mark can see how fucked up Oscar already looks from a slow, chaste kiss. He is completely red from his face to his neck, looking with a completely lost and passionate look at Mark. That boy would be the death of him. He wanted to ruin him, the same way Oscar ruined his thoughts on a daily basis.
Leaning in to kiss him again, Mark takes Oscar's bottom lip between his and sucks lightly before holding it with his teeth. No biting, just holding and pulling.
“Ahhh..” Mark releases his lip and Oscar curls up in his lap as he sighs loudly in his ear. He soon felt a small bite on his neck and then he tightened his grip on Oscar's waist. “Mark...” Oscar groaned and Mark just wanted to rip his pants off and pin the boy right there. “Yes Osc?” he asked back as he tried to give Oscar a half-hug. “I want more than kisses. Can we go to your room, please?” Oscar asked. Of course, they could go wherever he wanted.
Mark didn't respond, just without wasting time Mark used the strength he still had left to lift them both, hearing a small scream come out of Oscar's mouth as he wrapped his legs around his waist very tightly.
He walked quickly to his room and then left Oscar in the middle of his bed. He seemed so right there, looking down at him with those puppy dog eyes. “Take off that shirt Mark!” Oscar growled at him as he ran his right foot over Mark's leg teasingly. Without having to ask twice, Mark was already unbuttoning his dress shirt and leaving it lying on the floor of his room.
Bringing his hands down to Oscar's sweatpants, he murmurs, "Can I?" before seeing him nodding his head, soon the smaller boy's pants are also on the floor in a heap along with his shirt. Ah, Oscar's legs, they were beautiful. Mark wanted to leave them completely marked with his teeth, but he couldn't, he knew that sometimes Oscar wore shorts that showed a little more of his skin. “You're so beautiful Oscar, I don't know if I deserve so much” he blurted out as he kissed Oscar's calf and heard an exasperated sigh from him.
“Come on Mark, hurry up!” Oscar lifted his lower half only to remove his orange hoodie from himself. Mark again overlapped the smaller one and kissed him again, hearing the smaller one whimper after tracing his tongue on his lower lip and then touching the roof of his mouth. A rough kiss. Oscar wrapped his arms around his neck and he felt the smaller hand pulling some strands of his hair. Mark was losing all his composure and patience.
He moves away and goes down to Oscar's chest, caressing the boy's pink nipples, squeezing and watching Oscar's mouth open in a silent “o”. Soon he starts sucking them until they are red and completely bitten. Oscar was delicious, he wanted to kiss him, love him, make him completely his. They had been waiting for something more for months and now they were finally having the chance to love each other.
Oscar moans shyly and grabs his shoulder, gripping tightly while Mark uses his teeth.
“You have no idea how much I…” Mark kisses her pretty mouth, “I adore you, don’t you?”
Oscar's pupils were dilated with desire when he saw the smaller boy moving away from his face. Oscar was more than excited, the bulge in his underwear was more than evident, perhaps the discomfort was too much, as he soon began to press his thighs together looking for some friction. Mark quickly turned him onto his stomach and slid his underwear down his legs. He felt Oscar tense up for a few seconds but then relaxed. He wanted to taste him all over, so he would.
Mark fell between his legs and spread Oscar's cheeks wide. Oscar's scent was intoxicating, and Mark pressed his nose against his skin, just behind his balls. He stuck his tongue out and licked a long stripe across her hole, all the way to the crack of her ass. He heard Oscar choke out a few moans against his pillowcase.
“Fuck Mark!” He exclaimed. Mark steadied his hips with his hands squeezing firmly. He wishes his finger prints would remain there. So that Oscar could look in the mirror and see that Mark, his boyfriend, left his finger print there. Mark wasn't a jealous or possessive man, but having Oscar to himself made him insane.
When Oscar calmed down, Mark spread him open again, licking his entrance until it was slick and Oscar stifled his moans into his pillow. Oscar began to struggle on the mattress hard, while Mark sucked on the edge and ran the tip of his tongue there. He took one of his hands to Oscar's crotch, taking his penis, which was already soaked in pre-cum, he smoothed it from head to base using the liquid that was leaking as a lubricant. "Cum. Oh shit, Mark!” Oscar was shaking beneath his body. There would definitely be traces of tears in his eyes. Soon Oscar began fucking his slippery cock into Mark's tight fist.
Deciding that it was enough, Mark pulled away hearing a groan of protest from the other. He was already extremely hard in his pants, so with a completely dirty hand he undid his belt and removed his pants and underwear. All very quickly. When he paid attention to the youngest again, Oscar was facing him again with a finger between his lips. He was totally hot.
“Now are you finally going to put your dick in me?” He asked with a tone that was too sweet for what they were doing. Dirty. He played dirty. “No Oscar, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers first and then you’re going to feel my cock, okay?” He responded at the same time. He saw Oscar's eyes roll between his eyelids, perhaps already imagining having Mark inside him. Mark couldn't wait for this to happen either. He took a hand to his forgotten penis and hissed when he touched it, making a few movements with his hands just to relieve himself, he looked for a lubricant on his bedside table that he had bought just for when this occasion arrived. It was finally time to debut your product.
“I’ll go slowly.” Mark's palms caressed Oscar's legs as he lifted one of them and passed it under his shoulder, leaving Oscar all exposed to himself.
“Okay…” Oscar sighed, shaking, as Mark opened the cap on the lube.
Mark looked relaxed as he slid lube under his fingertips to rub them together to warm up the product. “Relax Osc.” Mark instructed as he gently circled his fingers against the younger's entrance. “You’re doing great, being great for me.” He heard Oscar moan loudly, he loved praise. Soon Mark increased the pressure and breached the puckered entrance to Oscar's hole with his fingertips. He added more lube, he didn't want his little love to feel pain. Oscar groaned as Mark pressed his index finger, slowly and carefully, stopping when he reached the first knuckle.
He felt Oscar relaxing into himself and began with light movements, inserting and removing his finger until he noticed that Oscar was ready to take the other finger. And quickly he was used to the intrusion and Mark was making scissor movements inside the other.
“Mark, please” He begged and Mark decided it was time to finally put his dick inside Oscar. But he can't help but see how red Oscar's cock is, without thinking twice he bends down and takes it into his mouth, hearing Oscar scream as he takes his hands to squeeze his hair tightly. Mark swallows him easily, sucking his cock until Oscar's entire body is shaking with overstimulation. To show Oscar how pleased he is to be tasting him, he sucks harder, teasing the slit so he can taste the younger man's pre-cum.
He walks away and sees Oscar taking his hands to his own hair and pulling. Anxious.
“Mark…” He moans weakly. “No condom, please.” He still has the strength to ask for it. A completely surreal boy. Without waiting any longer, Mark kisses him while pulling Oscar onto his lap so he can penetrate him. He wants to see Oscar on top of him, taking whatever he can and however he wants. After adjusting his member against the smaller boy's entrance, he begins to slowly penetrate him, while Oscar hid his face in his neck, giving small kisses. Mark kisses his hair, murmuring small compliments, “V ery good Osc, you’re doing great. Such a good boy. Do you think you can take another inch? ”
When the younger man finally takes him completely, he waits a few seconds until he starts to see Oscar lean on his shoulders so he can move while the older man tightens his grip on his waist.
“So good Mark!” He moans, seeking the older man's lips for a sloppy kiss. Oscar looks beautiful like this, taking everything in himself.
Helping Oscar, he starts to move too, while he keeps Oscar gaping, he shoves his dick inside again and again, unable to contain his moans. Oscar is tight, he has a sensational ass to squeeze. If destiny really exists, Mark would easily believe that Oscar was made just for him. He wanted more.
Grabbing Oscar by the hips, Mark pulls him back onto his cock to fuck him harder. He feels Oscar's ass tighten around him. He pulls all the way back out only to thrust in harder and feel Oscar moaning in his ear and scratching his back with his short nails. “Oscar you are so beautiful, so mine.” He moaned in the smaller boy's ear.
Mark wrapped his hand around Oscar's cock, stroking in rhythm with Oscar's rise and fall. He paused briefly to add more lube to his palm and was rewarded when the slick glide of his palm caused Oscar's little chorus of moans to increase a little in volume. Oscar thrust himself faster onto Mark's cock, finding a quick rhythm. It was beautiful to be able to see him all arched up and showing his throat. Mark could already feel that burning sensation in his stomach that meant he was close.
“Mark please, please I-” Mark didn’t let him finish his sentence. He kissed him and quickly laid the smaller one under his mattress. Mark snorted as they briefly separated, but soon he was on his knees between Oscar's open thighs pushing himself back into that tight heat. “Fuck Oscar, you were made to take my dick” He saw the mottled red of Oscar’s face run down his chest. Once again, Oscar hummed in satisfaction, wrapping his legs around his waist.
The change in angle caused Oscar to tremble, Mark's expert strokes dragging straight to his prostate. “Yes, fuck Mark, that’s it!” Oscar approached to kiss the older man, who bit his already abused lip in response. “Fuck Oscar, I want to do everything for you, I want to give you the world Oscar” Mark punctuated his words with a movement of his hips that made Oscar gasp for air.
Oscar took a deep breath and Mark felt his body tense beneath him, until his back arched and those small hands squeezed Mark's waist tightly. He didn't warn that he was cumming, but Mark just held his cock trapped between their bodies and squeezed Oscar's cock until he was jerking and cumming in his hands.
He held Oscar's body, squeezing it in a hug while he felt the smaller boy stop tensing and shaking on the mattress. Mark began to give sloppy thrusts, just looking for the feeling of how good it felt to be inside Oscar. It was hot, slippery. He came hard, harder than he usually did when he was alone with just his hand. He felt Oscar's hand stroking his hair and whispering small thanks in his ear. He would love to say the same sweet words to Oscar, but his brain seemed to have turned to mush. Instead he just relaxed his body, relaxing his hips until he was free of Oscar's body. He had a brief vision of his semen dripping out of Oscar, he quickly staggered to the bathroom of his room so he could get a wet towel to clean up the mess he made on his boyfriend's body.
Returning quickly he left Oscar with the towel while he ran into the kitchen to get a glass of water for him, returning to the room he handed the glass to the youngest while leaving a kiss on his head. “Drink, please.”
As Oscar sat down to drink the water, Mark began cleaning Oscar's stomach and between his legs. “Thank you” said Oscar. He saw the smaller boy leave the now empty glass on the bedside table. “Lie here with me Mark” he saw Oscar patting his right side of the bed. Who was he to deny it? He soon fell back onto his side of the bed and pulled Oscar into a slow, passionate kiss. After a few minutes of him hugging the smaller body, he felt Oscar's breathing stabilize and soon he noticed that he was sleeping.
Ah Mark would never regret replying to that message. He loved Oscar. He was so lucky. Mark just snuggled into Oscar's body so he could sleep too, he was truly a lucky man.