I am.....

....Cumming

"Hello and my name is Markiplier and this is I Am Bread...."

Mark calls out his usual intro as he records, i sit out of view but watching him play.

I hadn't been with him long and we were still getting to know each other, but things were going well.  I enjoyed watching him work and playing games; most of the time hilarity and leading inuendos were spilling out but today had been different.

It seemed that Mark just couldnt get the game to do what he was telling it to do.

I am bread is a clop/quop style game where four different keys, usually WASD or four different buttons, usually LT LB, RT and RB , controlled the four different corner of the piece of bread.  In theory it sounds like fun; however it can become very uncooperative .  You can get into a rhythm...but only for so long before everything goes horribly wrong,

At first Mark and I had a gread giggle about it but as time went on and hours built up, Mark became steadily more frustrated at it and angry at himself for "not being able to make a simple game work".  I had told him not to be so tough on himself, but to no avail.

I jump and am abruptly ripped from my thoughts as I hear a bang and a clatter followed by swearing and a forced humour outro.

Looking over i watch Mark grumble and swear while he tries to put his controller back together.

"Babe?"

"It's fine - not the first and wont be the last controller I smash to pieces in a rage."

I sigh and nod, getting up and heading through to where he records. "What happened?"

"Damn bread fell down a wall and slid across the floor....again...."

I chuckle "So, much like the other times then?"

"Yeah, i guess I'm just pissed off cuz i like to try and finish games, not....give up on them out of sheer bone gnawing frustration."

I rub his shoulders "it's okay"

He sighs and lets his head drop forward "I guess"

I move behind him fully and circle my thumbs on his shoulder blades.  I chuckle quietly as he moans.

"Damn your hands are good"

"Oh?"

He nods "Getting me right where i need it..."

I smirk "...is there....anywhere else you want them?"

I hear a low chuckle and he lifts his head "Well i do have an idea..."

I nod and play coy "Care to elaborate Mr Fishbach?"

He nods "well i am feeling kinda frustrated in other ways too....need some sort of release."

"I'm sure i can help."

The fact he was still in his gaming chair worked to my advantage and i move im easily. I lick my lips and drop to my knees rubbing my hands up his thighs; pulling them back before i reach his crotch.

Mark hisses and lets his eyes close as i finally let one of my hands move over his growing bulge.

"Happy to have me here?" I smirk up at him.

"Oh very" he replies and looks down at me.  I bite my lip and undo his jeans painfully slow, much to his ever mounting frustration.

"I....haven't done.... this before..." i admit

"It's okay, you don't have too...."

"I want too....just let me know if i'm doing something wrong....."

He nods and smiles "Go with instinct."

I nod in return and pull down his jeans as much as his seated position would allow me.

He had previously told me, and anyone who watches his channel, that he doesn't usually wear pants while gaming and that he was doing so out of respect for me,

He lifts his hips to help me and winks as i blush.  I watch his boxers and thoughts start racing through my mind,

What if he's too big?

What if i gag?

What if i'm no good?

Mark must have noticed my pause and the fact i had all but chewed off my lip.

"You okay?"

I nod and smile "sorry, nerves" i blush scarlet and squeeze him, gaining a moan from deep in his throat.  My face flushes hot as i realise the sounds he was making turned me on.

I slip my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down to meet his jeans.  Mark sighs as he is freed from the confines of the fabric.  My brain decided to send me garbled messages at this point and all i can manage is a simple yet positive "wow!" 

Mark chuckles "why thank you."

"You're certainly not a tiny box tim." I grin in reply, making him burst into hysterics.  It broke all the tension.

I wrap my hand around him and jerk slowly.  My eyes wander up his torso, his neck and to his face,  Mark's eyes were closed, his head back against the head rest.  His chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Gripping him more firmly i make Mark groan and nod "Just like that."  His back arches away from the seat when i rub my thumb over the head, spurring me on to do it again.

I bite my lip and keep jerking him whie i toy with an idea in my head. 

I mentally tell myself "Fuckit" and lean my head down, flciking my tongue over the head.

Marks looks down and gasps; his jaw slack "Fuck yes!"

I take the head in my mouth, my hand still working the shaft. I hoped my nerves didnt show as I suck him lightly - making him groan again while he runs a hand to tangle into my hair.   Hum as he pulls lightly and close my eyes letting instinct take over fully.

I steady my nerves and concentrate on my breathing through my nose so i could take him deeper into my mouth  I only hear his rough groans as i do so; his thick shaft filling my mouth  Hollowing out my cheeks i bob my head as i jerk what i cant takein my mouth in timr with what my mouth was doing.

The hand in my hair grips tighter, the breathing quicker, his hips roll with my movements.  Mark lets out what can only be described as a growl of my name I moan around him and look up under my lashes.

That. Look.

That look that translates as pure animal lust.  That look that only appears during certain moments; one of them being pleasure.

Mark's hair is stuck to his face, his glasses had long before been taken off and thrown onto the desk.  The top few buttons of his shirt are undone showing bare flesh with a light sheen of sweat.  I moan again and speed up my moments, twisting my hand and flicking my tongue.  Mark groans roughly and starts to pant.  I'm not stupid, I know what that means,

I groan around him and scrape my teeth lightly; he falls back against his chair and pulls my hair.  A gutteral noise escapes him and i feel a warm salty liquid in my mouth.  I swallow without thinking - not the best taste in the word.... but for sure not the worst.

I lick him; cleaning him before pulling away and subtly wiping my mouth.

Mark sits panting in the chair; running a hand through his hair and pushing it back off his face.

"Holy.....fuck....." he pants and opens his eyes.

"Was that....okay?" I ask shyly.

"Oh god.....yes....fuck yes!" He smiles and leans forward, his hand running along my cheek and back into my hair.  Then he kisses me so deep that i am glad for everything that i'm knelt on the floor.

"That was amazing" he smiles and brushes his lips against mine.

I smile more confidentlynip his lip; "you can pay me back sometime if you like?"

"Oh I will."