When Mark thought his fingers were lathered up enough, he leaned his chest up against Jack's while slipping his wet fingers around to touch the entrance of Jack's ass.  Mark waited as Jack's fingers dug into arms.  His teeth nipping Mark's shoulder lightly.  Mark couldn't control the fluttering of his heart any longer.  Sliding a hand up Jack's back to keep him close, Mark slowly eased his wet index finger inside Jack.  Jack shifted closer panting softly against his ear, so he eased in his middle finger too.  Jack flinched against him, but quickly relaxed.  Mark had never been with a man, but he had heard enough to know that if he didn't stretch Jack out a little... it could hurt him.  Inserting his fingers in deep, he rubbed the warm flesh inside and slowly worked on spreading his fingers apart.  He must have been doing it slow enough and good enough that Jack wasn't in any pain.  Jack arched back, reaching around himself to slide his hand up along Mark's shaft.  Mark bit his lower lip hard, trying to stay focused. 

Mark had hoped that he could stay limp enough that he could enter Jack... and then grow.  However, Jack was throwing that plan right out the window!  With every stroke, Mark could feel himself getting harder.  It didn't matter what he thought of... it had a mind of its own.  Jack smiled at his distress and Mark countered by leaning in to suck on one of Jack's nipples.  Jack let out a sharp pleasurable moan and Mark felt Jack's hard on pulse against his stomach.  The more Mark suckled Jack's nipple, the more Jack started to rub his thumb over the sensitive tip of Mark's cock.  It got to a point where Mark could only pant against Jack's hardened nipple.  All other brain power was being harnessed between his legs!  That's when Jack took over.  Straightening up on his knees to lean down over Mark's face.  Cupping Mark's face in his tender hands and pressing their lips together like he was in complete control of him.  Which at this point, he pretty much was.

Mark's brain was fuzzy as he ran his hands up Jack's smooth sides.  He didn't care anymore.  He was happily drowning in Jack's lust for him.  Jack broke the kiss, arching back to take a deep slow breath, while Mark gripped Jack's raging hard on.  Gently stroking it teasingly slow, Mark shifted beneath Jack a little.  Reaching around with his free hand to line up his cock with Jack's ass.  Jack lowered his head, staring into Mark's eyes with those bright blue ones as he lowered himself down onto Mark's cock.  Mark clenched his teeth and groaned a bit.  Jack was still so tight... but it was bearable.  Jack tossed his head back as he belted out a moan that was a mix between pain and pleasure.  Mark played with Jack's cock swiftly trying to balance out the pain he must have felt from that... but when Jack lowered his gaze back to him... he looked fine.  A side a effect of the drug, maybe?  Mark had enough girth that he knew that should have hurt him more than he was showing. 

Jack pushed him back against the carpet and Mark had to take in a deep breath as Jack leaned back.  Mark didn't care that he was losing circulation to his legs, because Jack was braced back on them!  His entire focus was on the teasing rhythm Jack was starting.  Mark wanted to thrust up into him, but Jack had his lower half almost completely pinned down!  All he could do was watch Jack and... play.  Reaching out, Mark slid his hand along Jack's cock.  Listening to him gasp and moan louder as he got more into his lust!  It was only when he was starting to loose feeling in his legs entirely that he sat up to wrap his arms around Jack's torso.  Bringing him down over himself.  Now Mark had to grin.  With Jack's weight shifted, Mark braced his legs firmly and sped up the rhythm until Jack was practically screaming in pleasure!  He had let Jack have his fun... but he had been teased long enough!  Jack's volume kept rising until he clawed at the carpet above Mark's shoulders and stiffened up.  Mark felt his warm sperm spray across his stomach and that was all it took to set Mark off!  Grabbing Jack's hips firmly, Mark thrusted in as deep as he could go, before injecting Jack with his own sperm.

Jack stiffly rolled off of him to lay across the carpet beside him.  A smile spread over his face as he asked.  "Was it good for you"?  Mark panted heavily.  He didn't think he could get enough air to answer... so he just smiled back and nodded.  Mark watched Jack roll over to snatch the blanket off the sofa, before snuggling up against his side.  Wrapping his arm comfortingly around Jack's shoulders, he panted out to himself.  "I guess that's one way to get the drug out of your system".  Jack nodded against his side, already drifting off to sleep.  With one last smile, Mark started to drift off himself.

A soft ringing woke Mark up and he had to slowly untangle himself from a sleeping Jack to dig his phone from his pants.  Answering the call, Mark quickly walked off to other side of the house.  Closing the door to his bedroom, he heard Bob ask him in a voice full of worry.  "Mark? What the hell! I've been trying to get ahold of you for hours! How is Jack? What did the doctors say"?  Mark groggily sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his temples and trying to wake up as he answered.  "Slow down. I didn't take Jack to the hospital last night".  Mark had to pull the phone away from his ear as Bob yelled out franticly.  "WHAT?! Where the hell did you take him?! Oh please, tell me you didn't drop him off at the hotel... Mark, he looked-".  Mark had to cut him off, or he didn't think he'd get a chance to answer anything.  As calmly as he could, he stated to Bob.  "No. I took him home. He didn't want to go to the hospital. He seemed better in the car. So, I thought I'd just watch over him here. He's fine. He's sleeping". 

Bob was relieved, but still pressured him to take Jack to the hospital.  When Mark finally ended the call, he rubbed his eyes and slipped on his robe.  He needed coffee.  If he couldn't handle Bob... he defiantly wouldn't be able to handle Jack when he woke up.  Staggering into the kitchen, Mark quickly made coffee and poured himself a glass.  The smell of the coffee must have woken Jack, because he stiffly sat up.  Chuckling, Mark told him playfully.  "Top of the morning to ya, laddie! Want some coffee"?  Jack didn't have quite the reaction he expected.  Instead, Jack lifted the blanket to look down at himself, before slowly turning to Mark and asking almost terrified.  "Mark? What happened last night"?  To Be Continued...