Date: Mon, 19 Jan 1998 22:34:57 -0500
From: Stretch <stretch@psynet.net>
Subject: Mark and I

I was just sitting around the house alone that afternoon. The rest of the
family was off doing their various things and I was enjoying the relative
silence of the house by listening to a little Life of Agony (the new stuff
is really pretty happy). I was online, surfing around aimlessly, pics of hot
guys and warez, what else is there on the net? Oh yea, stories...

I didn't hear his presence until he knocked on my door.  I asked who it was
and, be still my throbbing cock, it was Mark.  I enthusiastically told him
to enter, which he did and pulled up chair.  We chatted about some
inconsequential things: movies, bands, net stuff... whatever.  I somehow
ended up mentioning that a girl at work showed up for her shift while
tripping.  She'd thought it would wear off before it did I guess.  Anyway,
we started talking about how funny it would've been to mess with her if I'd
realized she was tripping at the time.

"You could send her walking around the store and she might not come back for
hours," he offered at one point.

"You could just talk to her like this," I said as I moved my face close to
his then far away then close then far.

He mimicked my 3D movements for a moment, then got really close to my face
and just stared at me to show another way to mess with her. I couldn't stop
myself. He was two inches from me and there was no way I could resist. I
kissed him. It wasn't long, just as soon as I realized what I'd done I had
to watch him pull back and stare at me with a look of astonishment that
could've just about killed me. It wasn't enough that I really loved the guy
and that he was pretty damn straight, but now he was probably going to
insult me then walk right out of my life.

His look of astonishment turned into a quizzical gaze, with his head cocked
slightly to the side. I started to apologize, but as soon as I moved closer
to him he shoved me back angrily.  I stumbled backwards against my desk,
looking up at him in horror.  He walked toward me and I vowed to myself that
I wouldn't resist any attack he came with -- it was all my fault that he
hated me.

He walked right up to me, put a hand on my shoulder, and shouted, "How could
you not tell me you were gay!?  That's so damn unfair! We could've been
together for months... years now!"

It took a moment for his words to enter my conscious thoughts, long enough
for it to coincide with his kiss. I recoiled much the way he had only a
minute before, shocked at this revelation. Once realization set-in, I seized
the moment before it was gone and embraced him tightly. It was all I could
do to not cry out in relief that I wouldn't be losing him after all.

Our lips met again, strongly this time, with passion instead of hesitation,
expectation instead of surprise.  Our tongues twined together and our hands
began roaming.  Mere seconds passed and, though our kiss lingered, our state
of dress did not.  We stood together in our embrace, skin against skin,
chest against chest, cock pressed against cock.  I pushed him back to the
bed, where I lowered him onto the quilt and settled between his legs.

I took his cock in hand and licked around the circumsized ridge, then down
and back up the length of the 7" shaft. I tongued his balls, then sucked
each between my lips for a moment before returning to the object of my --
until now -- forbidden fantasies. I kissed his slit, then slowly engulfed
every inch of him, eventually feeling that hot pole slide right down into my
throat. He moaned in ecstasy, arching his back off the bed. I let most of
him escape my greedy mouth, making circles around the head as it came out of
my throat, then took it right back in. We fell into a wonderful rhythm with
me loving every inch he gave me and he writhing under my loving lips and
tongue. It took mere minutes for him to reach the brink. I caressed his
entire body with my hands as I took him into my throat one last time, then
pulled all but the tip out and grasped his shaft with both hands. Only two
strokes brought his gift into my waiting mouth, which didn't miss a drop. I
licked his cock clean then moved up to lay beside him on the bed, caressing
his chest with my hand.

He smiled at me and said, "See? If you'd told me you were gay, we could've
been doing this for years!"

"Yeah, well I didn't see you fessing up either!" I grinned back.

He reached out and took my still hard member in his hand. "I guess I'd
better do something about this -- we have years to make up for!"

He rolled onto his stomach, then motioned for me to go ahead. I got this
mischevous grin on my face, then pulled out my personal lubricant -- which,
until then, had always been purely personal.  I spread a good helping onto
his hole, then rubbed a good palmful into my hard cock.  I entered him very
slowly, feeling his tight sphincter clench around my shaft.  I stopped
quickly when I heard his pained gasp.

"Tell me when it's ok," I said.

"It's ok, go ahead."

I pushed a little further in, keeping any animal desires strongly in check.
It took a few minutes, but eventually I felt my hips pressed against his
asscheeks.  I started to move slowly out and in, building to more of a slow
but steady rhythm until I heard my new lover's moans of pleasure egging me
on.  My thrusting began to build in speed and power until he was asking for
more and I was, certainly willingly, granting each request.  Soon I was
pounding into him with long, full strokes, and shortly after I thrust myself
into him one final time before unloading all I had deep inside him.  As I
climaxed I saw his back arch one more time as he came on the bed's quilt.

"Sorry about the bed," he said.

I collapsed on top of him, my cock still buried inside him, and kissed his
neck.  "That's ok, it's the last thing I'm thinking about."

I withdrew as I softened and rolled onto my back beside him. He turned to
face me and we kissed again, more slowly, more meaningfully. I embraced him
as he lay with his body half on top of mine, his head on my shoulder. I ran
my fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. The last thing I
saw before falling asleep was that wonderful smile on his lips.

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