Too slow to choose

As Mark looked up in a daze he struggled to comprehend what has being asked of him. Suddenly deprived of the increasingly wonderful feeling in his mouth, the soft, warm silkiness sliding over his tongue, pressing into the soft pillowy insides of his cheeks and sliding down his tight throat where he could feel it pulse and throb - these sensations had overwhelmed him, and now that they had ceased all he could think of was how to get them back.

For Dan, this hesitation was far too long to endure, his climax ready to burst forth as his tip twitched ominously on Mark's chin, the aching pleasure that strained his impressive shaft becoming too much to bear. Unable to wait any longer, Dan gave himself a single stroke, the final straw for his teetering orgasm, the first rope of his thick, hot cum splashing over Mark's lips, nose and cheek. His second spurt landed similarly, however by this point Mark had finally swung into action, leaning back slightly and opening his mouth, partially catching some of Dan's load in his mouth while the rest splashed over his face.

Upon tasting another man's cum for the first time, Mark finally made up his mind. He opened wide and leaned in, wrapping his lips around Dan's spurting cock and enveloped him, slurping on him wetly as he sucked down the rest of his load. Dan growled with satisfaction, his heavy balls clenching visibly as they unloaded into Mark, the shameless cocksucker's greedy slurping drawing out a few extra pulses.

When Dan finally slipped from his mouth, Mark began to come to his senses, the surrounding gathering coming back into focus and as the strangers leered down at him as he began to realise what had just happened. As he scanned their faces, his own streaked with fresh, warm cum he knew he should get out... push past the throng and escape, but the almost painful, insistent throbbing of his own cock, **** for release had him lingering...