Just Another Art Session

So here I am, three weeks out from my breakup with Alex, and last night I finally gave in to the temptation. I've been holding off for a while now, trying to stay true to myself and not jump back into anything serious so soon. But let's face it, sometimes a guy needs some kind of physical release, regardless of how noble his intentions are. I met up with Mark, an old friend from college who happens to be just as much of an art junkie as I am. We set the mood at my place, dim lights, soft music playing in the background. It started out innocent enough, just a bit of playful touching and teasing while we worked on some sketches. Then things got heated. Mark is quite skilled with his hands, or other body parts, depending on how you look at it. He had me naked before I knew what was happening, my mind racing but my body responding eagerly to every touch. It wasn't long before I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more. The climax came fast and hard. His cock pressed against mine as we both thrust frantically, sweat dripping down our chests, our breaths coming in sharp gasps. We were a tangle of limbs, hands gripping each other roughly as pleasure consumed us. It was raw, intense, exactly what I needed. Afterward, there wasn't even the pretense of talking about feelings or deeper connections, just a brief moment of mutual relief and then getting dressed to say goodbye like nothing had happened.