After a few moments, Marks rhythm began to increase and I laid my head back on the table to catch my breath and enjoy the ride. Mark laughed shortly. Rhythmically slapping his long skinny cock and hard hip bones against my pelvis. They were everything resembling a rugged Brawny man, but so boyish and sophomoric, barely mature beyond a high-schooler. But I couldn’t help it. As Austin pounded me, i lazily sucked on Marks cock. The ROTC men were always so funny to me. Much like how the blow jobs became a frequent occurance for me and Mark during the first quarter, our new endeavor into sex took on a more consistent schedule once he returned from break. I got on my back on the cold desk and slung each leg over one of Mark’s shoulders.
