Helping A Guy Out : Part 3

"Hey, are we doing anything tonight?” Mark, cell phone at his ear, looked over to Jeff. Jeff just shook his head.
“Sure, yeah, sounds great. Where again? OK, no problem. See you soon.” Mark hung up and stuck his phone back into his bag. As the two of them made their way out of the gym, Jeff asked.
“So, where are we going tonight?”

“Oh, yeah. That was Danny. He's in town and inviting friends to meet at his favorite pub. There's a game on. Should be fun.” Mark told him all this in a perfectly matter of fact tone of voice.
“Danny?” Jeff asked. He was thinking lots of things, but just said that.
“Yeah, my college roommate, you remember him don't you?” Mark's tone was matter of fact but the smile on his face made what he was thinking perfectly clear.

“So, did he ever say anything to you?” Jeff and Mark had really never talked about what happened that night. Jeff had left the next morning before Danny got up. He had not seen him since.
“Nope, not really.” Mark shook his head.
“What does 'not really' mean?” Jeff figured he was keeping something from him.
“Well, not really. When he left the next morning he sort of looked round the apartment and told me I'd 'done alright for myself' and that I'm 'pretty lucky'. He might have meant the job and the place, but I sort of figured he meant your, um, talents.” Mark tossed their bags into the back of the car. He looked thoughtfully at Jeff.

“So, you never said anything either.” Mark waited, but Jeff didn't offer anything.
“Jeffery, did you like it?” Mark looked him in the eye, smiling gently but asking honestly. “Was it fun looking after my old college roommate?”
Jeff didn't say anything at first. His hand almost unconsciously adjusted himself in his jeans. Mark looked down pointedly, noticing, and cocked an eyebrow back at him.

“I take it that's a yes?” Mark asked, waiting this time for an answer.
“Yeah,” Jeff managed, “Yeah, I liked it.” He nodded, and made a show of adjusting himself further to get a laugh out of Mark. Mark slapped him on the back and then squeezed his shoulder companionably.
“Alright then, let's go find Danny and have a beer.” Mark headed for the driver's door of the car.

***

Jeff had to admit he was confused on the drive to the pub. He loved Mark and wanted their relationship to work. They had lots of great sex. Mark knew how to please him, but there was no denying he was getting hard in his jeans thinking about sucking Danny while Mark watched. When Mark parked, he turned to Jeff.
“You're awful quiet.” Mark knew how to wait for an answer.
“Yeah, well, about meeting Danny again...” Jeff trailed off. He didn't actually know what he wanted to say. He wanted to go home and snuggle with Mark, but he was hard at the idea of seeing Danny again.

Mark leaned over and kissed him. It started as a peck, but then there was another and another. Mark finally kissed him the way he knew Jeff liked to be kissed while his hands ran down and cupped Jeff's erection.
“It's OK. It's OK.” Mark said quietly, his hand gently rubbing against Jeff's bulge. “It's OK that you enjoyed looking after Danny. I loved watching. It was good for both of us. OK?”
Mark's hand didn't release its gentle pressure against Jeff's bulge, but he quietly waited until Jeff nodded.

“You've been hard since I said we were going to meet him, haven't you?” Mark's fingers scratched his balls through the denim.
“Pretty much.” Jeff smiled from the pleasure as he answered.

Mark took Jeff's hand and brought it to his own crotch. Jeff hadn't been paying attention, but Mark was sitting beside him with what felt like a steel rod in his pants.
The two men were laughing as they got out of the car and headed into the pub.

***

Mark had never been in this pub. They asked for Danny at the front, and got directed up some stairs to a small balcony space with a single table that had a good view of the room below.
Danny stood up when they came upstairs. He shook both their hands and introduced them to his friends Tony and Sasha. Most of the table's seats were at the back, so the guys seated there could look out at the screen and down over the room below. Danny politely seated Jeff beside him. Mark sat down in a chair at the end of the table, looking along at the four men.

The waiter brought a round of pints, and they settled in to watch the game. There was very little conversation during the first period. The local team played well, and the place got rowdy as the game progressed.
Mark kept an eye on Jeff. He knew he wasn't a big hockey fan, and he didn't want him to be too bored or uncomfortable. Jeff seemed fine though. He was watching the guys in the bar as much as or more than the screen.
At the intermission, the guys all stood to stretch their legs. Mark made polite conversation with Tim and Sasha. They seemed like nice enough guys. Tony was obviously gay. Mark assumed Sasha was straight. It didn't matter one way or another.

Mark realized he didn't know where Jeff was. He looked around and it seemed Danny pretty much had him cornered. Mark couldn't see Danny's face. Jeff looked awkward but didn't seem to need rescuing. Mark saw him laugh and blush at whatever it was Danny said last.
The game was starting again and the guys headed back for their seats. As Jeff slid passed him to get to his seat, he leaned into Mark. Smiling wickedly, Jeff said only “He said thanks for the hospitality and he hopes to come again sometime.”
Danny came up behind them, laughingly separated the “lovebirds” and companionably pushed Jeff into the seat beside him so that he was sitting on the corner.

Mark made idle chatter with his old roommate as the game got started. He noticed Tony leaning in and chatting with Jeff. Jeff looked surprised by whatever Tony had to say, but Mark couldn't hear it. The second period didn't go well. Tony and Jeff seemed to have a lot to talk about, so Mark wasn't worried about him. Danny went quiet, and was sort of staring straight ahead. Mark didn't really notice because he was watching the game.

There was a moment of tension in the bar as their team took a shot on goal, and a mix of groans as it bounced off the net. As that happened, Danny's right knee hit Mark's. Mark shifted as his buddy spread his legs, but glanced down as he did it. That's when he understood Danny's stare off into space: Jeff's hand was in his lap, scratching Danny's erection through his now too tight jeans. Mark looked at Jeff, who smiled and winked.

Mark had to hit the washroom at the second intermission. He figured Jeff would follow him and they could talk about what was happening. Mark ran into his boss's boss on the way back from the washroom and had to be polite. The fellow was surprisingly chatty, and Mark only got back to their balcony seat after the third period had started. Just as he was walking up the stairs the whole place erupted in cheers. Their team had scored and were ahead again.
When Mark walked up to the table, the whole bar was on its feet cheering. Tony and Sasha were standing there happily congratulating one another. Jeff was nowhere to be seen. Danny was in his seat, his eyes unfocused and glassy.

Mark sat down, leaned back and checked. Jeff was on his knees under the table sucking Danny's cock. Danny sort of looked at Mark, then his eyes almost rolled back in his head as Jeff worked his magic. Mark had to adjust himself as his quickly growing meat tried to find space for itself in his pants.

Danny's hands were holding his beer glass tightly. With both hands he managed to get it to his mouth to empty it. His left hand kept a tight grip on it, while his right when down under the table. His arm blocked Mark's view of Jeff's face, but Danny's face told Mark the rest of the story. Danny looked off into space, then his eyes rolled up heavenward as he froze for a minute. When he got control of himself again, he looked over at Mark and shouted over the noise
“Bro, get us a round!” Mark stuck his hands in his pockets to try to make his own erection less obvious as he went down to signal to the waiter.

When he came back, Jeff was still out of sight. Danny and Sasha were cheering on the game, but Tony between them was now the one with the far off look in his eyes.
Mark couldn't take his eyes off Tony. He was a gay man so a blow job from Jeff wouldn't be a novelty, but he was still a man. Mark quickly leaned over the table to hide his own obscenely bulging jeans as the waiter arrived with their beers. Tony made a strangled little grunt as the waiter slid his beer in front of him. The waiter took it for 'thank you' and told him he was welcome before heading back down the stairs. Mark knew better. Jeff had made Tony cum while the waiter was there.

Danny and Tony both picked up their new beers and raised them in a smirking toast to Mark. Resignedly, but not unhappy, Mark drank with them, and then all three of them turned to see the look on Sasha's face go from intense interest in the screen in front of him to unfocussed, slack-jawed distraction.

The game was nearing its ending. The home town team was playing well, and the place got louder and louder. As they entered the last couple minutes of the game, everyone got to their feet-- everyone except Sasha that is. Mark stood there pretending to watch the game like one of the guys, but watching every twitch and shade on Sasha's face. As the place got louder and louder, Sasha's voice joined the noise. They weren't exactly hockey cheers, but no one else would have noticed in the confusion. As everyone in the place started cheering and congratulating one another on the win, Sasha let our a roar.

***

“Tell me.” Mark was sitting in the passenger seat as Jeff drove them home. For obvious reasons Jeff had never even finished his first drink. Jeff smirked and shook his head.
“C'mon Jeffery, tell me.” Mark asked again as they were brushing their teeth and getting ready for bed. Jeff only smiled coyly.

Mark came out of the washroom a couple minutes later. He body checked Jeff onto the bed, then climbed on top of him and pinned him down. Mark outweighed Jeff by at least 20 pounds, but Jeff put up a bit of a fight all the same.
Mark reached down and slipped his hand inside Jeff's briefs. Jeff's dick was stuck in a puddle of its own precum. He wrapped his hand around Jeff's cock and started determinedly corkscrewing it. He leaned his other forearm into Jeff's chest.

“Tell me, dammit.” Mark's knew exactly how to give Jeff pleasure. One hand pressing into his chest still, he lowered his head so his tongue could coax out a confession. Jeff was very quickly breathless and the only thing he was struggling for was more stimulation from Mark's teasing mouth.

Jeff explained that Danny told him how much he had enjoyed his blowjob. Tony said he and Sasha both knew about it from a day Danny had one too many. It had been Tony's idea to give Danny a handjob under the table.
Jeff was gasping for breath now. Mark's tongue kept pausing in between perfectly wonderful swipes to give Jeff a chance to spit out more words.
“Intermission, Danny called me a pricktease.... Nobody could see... Got under table.... Danny so long.... shot it all right down throat... oh, Mark....Wasn't going to do them all... but... Danny pushed me to Tony.... Tony so fast... waiter... turned him on....Mark... Mark, please, I...”

“And?” Mark looked up, the very tip of his tongue flicking repeatedly over Jeff's circumcision scar.
“Sasha... uncut... salt... Sasha almost... almost drowned me... so much....cummm...!”

Mark finished what he'd started and helped his lover over the edge. He slipped his dick into his mouth and gave him what he had been giving the others. Jeff sighed in relief.
Mark slid further up on the bed. Jeff lay there very relaxed. Mark put his knees into Jeff's armpits, and slid a pillow under his head. Mark's cock, tormented by watching his hot boyfriend doing what he had wanted him to do, needed its own attention now.

“Jeffery?” Mark asked as he placed his cock at his boyfriend's lips, “Jeff, could you help a guy out?”.