Compersion

5 Same Time, Same Place

The next few days were spent masturbating together at every chance. Sometimes, Hanna and I would be working around the house and she would just shoot me a look. Within minutes, we would be sitting adjacent from one another pleasuring ourselves. While we weren't actually engaging in intercourse, this mutual masturbation thing was bringing our sex life- Our home life, to a whole new level. Most importantly, Hanna was happier than she had been in a long time.

It had been three days since Mark and I bared our cocks to one another and I needed to go to the grocery store. I knew Mark would be there and part of me was quite excited to see him, while the other part of me was filled with trepidation and embarrassment. When I arrived at the store, I grabbed a cart and proceeded to gather my groceries. I was near the deli area when I saw Mark. He noticed me and flashed me a smile and his blue eyes seemed to twinkle. He walked over to me and asked,

"How are you doing, Malachi?"

"Actually, Mark," I replied with a wink, "Things have been pretty good."

"I take it that little problem we discussed has gotten better?"

"Yes! It definitely has and if you have some time over the next few days, I would love to talk to you more about it."

"Are you available to talk this evening? Same place. Same time?"

I nodded and bid him fair-well and then ventured to the check-out counter. While the cashier tallied up my bill on the register, I couldn't help but feel a rush of butterflies in my belly. I left the store and on my drive home, I started thinking about all that I wanted to share with Mark. Then the image of that long, curved penis flooded my brain. I was pulling into the drive of my house when I realized my dick was now hard. I put the thoughts out of my head and grabbed the groceries from the backseat of the car. As I walked into the house and set the groceries on the table, I could feel that I still had a semi.

I went upstairs hoping to find Hanna sprawled out again on the bed, however, I had no such luck. She was in our bedroom, but working frantically on some outfits for the children's Christmas play that was coming up in less than two months. I looked at the clock and realized that in four hours, I was to meet Mark in the woods. I needed an excuse to get out of the house for a couple hours, but what could I say? I didn't want to lie- Not too mention- I was a terrible liar. So I decided to tell a half truth.

"Hanna," I said, "Around 8:30, I'm going to go to talk with Mark from down at the grocers."

"Mark," she quizzed. "You mean that tall, skinny manager guy?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"But why?"

"Mark knows we are Mennonites and when I saw him at the store today, he asked if he could talk with me."

Now, that wasn't a lie. Mark did know that we were Mennonites and he did want to talk with me. Of course, our conversation would have little to do with the Mennonite belief… More life, Men At Night Relief. I laughed to myself. Hanna seemed to be pleased with my words and went back to her sewing. I moved to Hanna and kissed her on the forehead. I told her that I loved her and that I would make dinner since she was busy with the costumes. She smiled and thanked me.

After dinner was finished and the dishes were washed and put away, Hanna informed me that she would continue to fashioning the children's holiday outfits while I went to speak with Mark. The next hour seemed to drag forever and the moment the minnute hand of the clock struck the "4" and the hour hand held on the "8", I said "good-bye" to Hanna and left.

The night air was surprisingly warm and still. I remember taking off my jacket and unbuttoning the top two buttons of my drab, blue shirt. I couldn't wait to see Mark and tell him about the past few days of edging and jerking off with my wife. I approached the area where I found Mark the last time, but could see no fire… And no Mark. Suddenly, a feeling of fear and disappointment swept over me. Then I heard a rustle in the distance. I looked about wildly in the dark, trying to adjust my eyes. In the distance I could make out Mark's wiry form making his way toward me. He was just a few feet away when I noticed he was lugging a 12 pack of beer cradled in his arms.

"Whew, What a walk," Mark gasped.

His breaths were short and heavy. While a 12 pack of beer doesn't weigh that much, carrying one a quarter mile through the woods can prove to be quite challenging. I grabbed the heavy case from his hands and set it down on the ground. Mark plopped down on the old log while I began gathering tinder for a fire. There was some small talk and once the fire got started, Mark cracked open the first beers. I took one willingly and sat down next to him.

Within moments, I was feeling comfortable and started to share what had taken place between Hanna and myself over the past few days. Mark seemed to be pleasantly surprised and encouraged me to continue exploring with my wife. As he spoke about sexual exploration within the confines of marriage, I felt as if he were speaking from a educational or scientific point of view. Everything word was quite logical and sound. Eventually, by my third beer, logic was beginning to become muddled in my head and the notion of seeing that big, bent cock started to cause my heart to flutter. I wanted to see it, but I needed a reason. I fished around, but nothing came to mind. I decided to take the bold, direct approach.

"Mark," I said, "I… Um…"

"What is it, Malachi?" he interrupted.

I laughed, "You know, I don't know why, but I was wondering if you might be willing to show me… It… Again."

Mark looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled, "You mean my dick?"

His words pierced through my ears as a feeling of embarrassment washed over me. As I sat motionless, staring at the ground, Mark stood up and positioned himself in front of me. My eyes followed the lines of his black slacks up to his waist band. There, I saw Mark's long fingers unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants. Then he grabbed each side of his waistband and pushed down, forcing his underwear to his thighs. Right there in front of my face hung Mark's soft penis. It was much smaller soft than it was hard. I remember thinking how amazing that something so small turn into something so big. Mark asked me if I wanted to touch it. A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed hard.

"Go on," Mark egged me on.

I reached up slowly toward his dangling meat as it started to lengthen. I took the growing gland by it's base and lightly squeezed. His penis immediately began to stiffen up in my hand and I could sense my own cock moving about and fighting my jeans. I began to slowly stroke his rigid penis till I saw a bead of precum forming on his piss-slit. I stopped and stared directly at his dickhead when I noticed the bead of precum was now hanging by a thin strand. My fascination with Mark's dripping cock was broke when Mark asked me to stand up.

As I rose from the old log, I quickly began fumbling about to unfasten my jeans and expose my thick, hard cock for Mark. When my jeans and boxers reached my knees, the warm air hit my balls. I felt a chill run down my spine as Mark reached over with his right hand and took a hold of my rigid dick. His hands were moist with perspiration which felt slick as he began to stroke my boner. There was a brief silence as we stood there holding one another's dicks.

Mark reached over with his other hand and cupped my balls which were tightening up. He continued stroking me as he spoke. He reminded me of our previous conversation and wanted to confirm that I had never given or received oral sex. I explained that what I said before was true and added that I couldn't understand what the fascination was with oral sex anyway. Mark let go of my package and told me he would like to help me understand and explore oral sex. Like a small child absorbing the words of his educator, I was more than willing to learn.