Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2015 05:49:11 +0200
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Marco in the Park - Part 17

Marco in the Park - Part 17

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We woke up in the morning in much the same position as when we fell asleep,
snuggled close together with arms and legs entwined. For a change I was
awake first and looked on Marco's face with great affection. He was an
unusually handsome young man, olive skin, large dark eyes with long lashes,
and long silky black hair which now lay spread out over the pillow partly
obscuring his face. His body was strong, slender and covered with smooth
skin like dark porcelain. I wondered what good fortune or benevolent God
had brought us together. That he seemed to love me as completely as I loved
him was almost too much to accept. He was unusually intelligent and very
street smart in many ways, but with an open and accepting nature that
revealed an innocence that was remarkable for one whose life had been
filled with struggles. I felt both protective of him and grateful for his
companionship. He was my friend, my lover, and more recently, my life
partner.

I moved my hand to pull the hair away from his face, smoothing it back and
watching his eyes flutter open.

	"Good morning Marco Montgomery."

	He smiled sleepily and responded, "Good morning Marty
Montgomery. What time is it?"

	"Early, I think. A little after seven," I looked at my wrist
watch. "Are you ready for some adventure?"

	Marco grinned, "Yeah, but first I'm ready to pee."

I was of a similar mind and we walked naked into the bathroom to fence with
the long yellow streams from our bladders. We both had a touch of morning
wood and were considering some playtime when we were startled by a knock on
the door to our suite.

Marco grabbed a towel to cover himself and ran to the door. He came back a
moment later with a white sheet of paper that had been slipped under the
door.

	"What's that?" I asked.

	Marco grinned. "It's a note from Johnny the waiter. Actually it's a
breakfast menu with a note on top. It says that if we want breakfast in the
room, to check off what we want and slide it back out under the door, then
he will bring us our breakfast in a little while."

	"Hey great. Do we want to get naked and eat it in bed?"

	Marco laughed. "Johnny might like that. I think he might be one of
the good guys."

	"Well, what's on the menu? Let's have a look."

We sat on the edge of the bed and decided on breakfast. I chose a Denver
Omelet, Marco wanted pancakes. We circled our choices and Marco scribbled
'Peanut butter and strawberry jam' next to the pancakes.

	"Let's see what we get," he said and slid the paper back under the
door.

We decided to be discreet and put some clothes on and were sitting in the
living area when there was a knock at the door. Marco opened it to find a
smiling Johnny with a rolling cart laden with our breakfast.

	"Good morning fellas," Johnny said as he rolled in the cart and
spread a white table cloth on a side table and laid out some dishes covered
with shiny stainless covers. In addition to the omelet and a plate of
pancakes he set out an urn of coffee with a miniature pitcher of milk and a
matching sugar bowl, a pitcher of orange juice and nice silver, glasses and
coffee cups. The peanut butter and strawberry jam were in little white
bowls and he included a plate of croissants and little wrapped pats of
butter. We were hungry and it looked great.

	"Do you need anything else?" he wanted to know.

	"I think you have us covered Johnny," I said and reached for my
wallet to hand him a tip.

	"No, that's alright," he drawled. "The tip's included. You guys
just enjoy your breakfast." He shot us a grin and rolled his cart over next
to the door.

	"I could used to this place," Marco laughed. We sat down and
devoured our breakfast.

	"This is a nice omelet, lots of ham and cheese," I remarked. "How
are the pancakes?"

	"Good and hot," Marco said, spreading them with his peanut butter
and jam.

So were the croissants and we left nothing on our plates. We guzzled the
fresh orange juice then I poured us some coffee.

	I laughed and said, "We are going to be here all week. At this rate
we'll get fat."

	Marco looked serious. "What are we going to do today? Did you see
the thing about the train ride?"

	"Yes, in fact here is a brochure on that," we looked it over. "We
can just ride the train or there is a ride that includes lunch at 12:30 or
a dinner ride at 5:30. You eat in a real dining car."

	"That sounds cool. We could do either one I guess but it sounds
like fun."

	I looked at a few more brochures. "There is a tram ride that gives
you a tour of downtown Eureka Springs. That might be a nice thing to start
out with."

	"Why don't we do that first and have dinner of the train. I am
pretty full of breakfast right now," Marco said

	"Sounds like a plan," I agreed. "The tour starts at 1:00. What
would you like to do until then?" I asked with a smile.

	"Hmm, we didn't get to finish what we started last night, did we?"

	"Are you offering to seduce me Mr. Montgomery?" I grinned.

	"Would I have to work at it Mr. Montgomery?" Marco replied.

	"Not very hard." I undressed and climbed up on the bed to strike
what I hoped was a seductive pose.

Marco started to join me then stopped and went back to move our breakfast
things to Johnny's cart. He rolled it out into the hall and hung the 'Do
Not Disturb' sign on the door handle, then he shucked his clothes and
joined me.

	"I think Johnny will take the hint," he grinned.

	"Oh, I think Johnny knows the score," I snuggled up with Marco and
we just enjoyed the feeling of being close and naked together.

	"Roll over on your stomach," Marco instructed me. I obeyed without
protest.

He sat on my butt and began to rub my back, taking long strokes and
kneading the muscles on each side of my spine, then up across my shoulders
then back down again.

	"Umm, that's nice. What prompted that?" I purred.

	"I don't know. You have given me a massage before and It just
seemed like a nice after breakfast activity."

	"Mmmm. No argument from me."

He rubbed my back and sides then moved farther down to massage my butt and
thighs. His hands were strong and it felt really good. After several
minutes of this he slapped me on the ass and told me to turn over on my
back. no argument from me.

Now he sat on my hips with his ass on my cock, started on my shoulders and
kneaded my pecs and arms. We was considerate enough to avoid my full belly
but went to my thighs and down over my feet, giving me a nice foot
massage. This was very pleasant but the feeling of his long hair brushing
over my midsection gave me a fine erection.

	"Hmm, what's this?" he asked innocently, taking my cock in his hand
and examining it as if it was a strange object.

He toyed with my balls and ran his thumb around my cock head, stroking the
sensitive area underneath. It made me giggle. When he had me good and hard
he pretended to wonder if this strange object was edible and began to lick
at the length of it.

	"Hmm, not bad," he said and started to nibble on me while stroking
my balls. "Kind of tasty." A minute later he was swallowing me and working
me over with his tongue, making me shiver.

	"Shit, Marco. You are getting good at this."

Without reply he reversed himself so that his crotch was over my face,
never taking his mouth off of my now throbbing cock. I did not hesitate but
sucked him deep into my mouth, and we began to do the dance of the two
headed beast.

	After a few minutes of this he pulled off just long enough to say,
"I think I am too full of pancakes to fuck. How about we just suck each
other off?"

In reply I grabbed his ass cheeks and thrust my fingers into his crack and
began to suck his cock in earnest. There was some ball rubbing and ass
squeezing and before many minutes first Marco and then I fed each other
some cream. Short, simple and very satisfying.

	Marco rolled off and turned to hold me close. "No muss, no fuss,"
he giggled. "Nice way to start the day, don't you think?"

We had plenty of time and were a bit sleepy after our breakfast and brief
exercise. We didn't make a conscious decision to take a nap, rather it was
the default option once we lay still for a few minutes. We woke up at noon.

I woke up first and again spent a minute admiring my young lover. We had
pulled the covers up over our waist and he lay on his side with his torso
turned so that his upper body was nearly flat, his hands were folded
together under his chin, and his long black hair was spread out over the
pillow. He reminded me of a sleeping cat, totally limber and relaxed. I was
never really prepared for his physical beauty.

	I leaned over and kissed his nose causing him to snort. He opened
his eyes and stretched, again reminding me of a cat. "What time is it?" he
mumbled.

	"It's noon and the tour leaves at 1:00, are you about ready to go?"
I asked.

He nodded and slid out of bed, walking to the bathroom with his erection
wagging from side to side, leading the way. We peed and decided to dress a
little warmer than the evening before.

	"It's not that far to anywhere here, let's walk over to the tram,"
he suggested.

We left the room, noticing that the breakfast cart had quietly disappeared
from the hall. The tour departure point was only a few blocks away
according to the map on the brochure and we took our time strolling over to
wait for the tram. Marco decided to get 2 day passes so we could ride again
if we liked. Just before 1:00 the tram pulled up. It was really a bus, but
was fitted out to look like an oversized version of a San Francisco cable
car decked out in green with wooden trim. We knew from the brochure to take
the Red Route which circled around the historic district. We got on and sat
down near the front for the best view.

We pulled out and began a trip around the downtown area, stopping at a
depot, several historic hotels and a park with a waterfall. Eureka Springs
was an interesting place. We noticed that one of the stops was at the train
station for the railroad ride we planned to take that evening. While we
were there Marco bought tickets for the dinner ride that evening. Since the
tram route repeated about every 30 minutes, we got off at the old Crescent
Hotel to look that over.

The hotel was very ornate with a lobby fitted out in Victorian period
furniture. The hotel had been built in the late 1880's with 18 inch thick
stone walls fitted together without benefit of mortar. It was quite an
elegant place. We checked the cost of a premium room and decided that we
could not afford to stay there, but it was a nice place to visit.

We got back on the tram the next time it came by, and at several points on
the tour we got off again to prowl around look at the sights. We were
interested in the many gift shops which contained a lot of pretty souvenirs
and antiques. Most of these things were quite expensive and the ones we
thought were affordable had a sticker on the bottom which said 'Made in
China'. We passed up the opportunity but had fun looking.

By the time we made it back to our hotel it was about three o'clock and we
decided to return to our room and put our feet up. We saw Johnny as we
passed through the lobby and he gave us a friendly wave. We took advantage
of our bathroom facilities then stretched out on the big bed to rest our
feet.

	"This is a neat place," Marco said, kicking off his shoes and
reclining. "We could spend a lot of time looking at all the shops."

	"Yes," I agreed, "And a lot of money."

	"Hey, it doesn't cost anything to look," Marco said.

We snuggled and napped then about 4:30 discovered that we were hungry. The
nice breakfast was long past. We changed into our finest khakis and
sweaters and went over to catch the tram again, this time stopping at the
little ES&NA train depot. The sign told us that the initials stood for the
Eureka Springs and Northwest Arkansas Railway. We had time to look around
the depot at a display of railroad memorabilia.

About 5:15 the old train pulled in and we got on board. It was a replica of
a 1900's steam locomotive pulling several old passenger cars and an elegant
dining car where we took our places at a table set with white linen and
nice dishes and glasses. We had time to look at the menu while we waited
for the train to depart.

	"What are our options?" Marco asked.

The cost of the dinner ride was $39.50 and included whatever was on the
menu. I decided on Trout Almondine and Marco went for the Prime Rib. The
smells from the kitchen area were already stimulating our appetites. Once
underway we were served a choice of beverages, none alcoholic, a nice
salad, then soup and hard rolls with butter. We looked out the window at
the passing view.

We left the town and rolled though some hilly countryside, over a scenic
railway overpass and though some pretty farmland. We sat next to the window
on opposite sides of our table and discretely held hands under the table,
pointing out various things that caught our eye. In about 20 minutes our
dinner was very nicely served followed by a spectacular Baked Alaska. Marco
was surprised to find there was ice cream and cake hidden beneath the
toasted meringue.

	"How do they do that?" he wondered.

	"You are the chef," I told him, "But I think that the meringue
insulates the ice cream just long enough for them to brown it in a hot
oven.

	"'Tis tasty," he grinned.

We finished our dinner and enjoyed several cups of good coffee while we
continued our train ride. We pulled back into the little depot about
7:00. Walking back to the hotel we stopped at a little club where we heard
some nice music floating out to the street, sat down and ordered a couple
of sodas. It was early in the evening and there was not much going on, but
it was nice to just sit and look around. We were not the only same sex
couple in attendance and we enjoyed the freedom of sitting together,
holding hands, and exchanging the occasional discreet kiss. If there were
places like this in Tulsa, we needed to find them.

We lingered longer than we intended and at 8:00 a DJ showed up and a few
people started to dance. Not surprisingly, most of the music was
up-tempo. After a half hour of this I strolled over to the DJ and slipped
him a $20 dollar bill, informing him that some of us liked to slow
dance. He smiled and nodded.

Soon his sets began to include some nice slow dance numbers and Marco and I
took to the dance floor. We found that we could dance quite well together
and enjoyed swaying to the music in each other's arms. Marco was about six
inches shorter than I, and his face fit nicely in the crook of my neck. It
was very romantic and I could feel myself getting a bit of a rise when our
hips moved together.

	"I have never danced with anybody else. Did you know that?" Marco
whispered into my ear.

	"Not even at a school dance?"

	"I never went to a school dance. You are my first dance partner,"
he paused and kissed the side of my neck. "My first lover, my first
everything."

	It gave my heart a pang to hear him say that. "Surely you have felt
like you loved someone else before."

	He shook his head, nuzzling his nose in my neck when he did
so. "Just you Marty. I have never loved anybody else but you."

	I chuckled, "That sounds like the words to an old love song."

	He looked up and me, "It is. That is my love song, Marty. I don't
think you realize just how much I love you."

We stopped dancing for a moment and kissed each other very passionately. I
heard a snicker and looked to see that several people were looking at us.

	"Sorry Marco. I didn't mean to draw a crowd."

	He smiled at me. "I really don't care. I don't care who knows I
love you."

	We danced to the end of the song then sat down. By now it was
almost eleven. When we finished our sodas I nodded towards the door. "You
about ready?"

	"Sure," he said and laid out money for our tab on the table, took
my hand and we walked to the door.

	As we passed a couple of younger fellows, one of them gave us a
smile. "You guys have a nice evening," he said, and his partner smiled as
well.

	"We are among friends here," I remarked quietly.

We buttoned our coats and walked back to the hotel with our hands in our
pockets. Even in this accepting place I was a little hesitant to walk down
the street holding hands.

When we got back to the hotel is was after midnight and we were feeling the
effects of a long day. We opened the door to our room to find the breakfast
menu had been slipped under the door.

	"That was nice, the room service breakfast," Marco said. "Want to
do that again in the morning?"

	"Yes. I wonder if Johnny would serve it to us in bed?"

	Marco laughed. "That sounds kind of decadent, but I like that."

	"Really?" I asked.

	"Sure. I bet Johnny can handle that."

	"Johnny could probably handle the both of us if he had a chance," I
chuckled.

	"You reckon? Johnny seems like a nice guy, but I am a one man kind
of guy," Marco joked. "Breakfast in bed does sound nice though. Let's try
that and see what happens."

By now it was late. Without any discussion, Marco went into the bathroom
and started running hot water into the big Jacuzzi. We both undressed and
turned on the shower to wash and rinse as was our custom.

Once clean we stopped the drain, eased ourselves into the water and started
the bubble machine, tossed in another packet of bath salts and enjoyed the
scented water. We had discovered that playing footsie with each other was
very enjoyable and did some more of that, resulting in a pair of nice
erections. Rather than relax and fall asleep again, we got out to dry each
other off and headed for bed.

I tossed the covers back and stretched out, appreciating the fact that the
room was fairly warm despite the cold outside. Marco crawled in next to me
and wrapped me up in a big hug.

	"I am having such a wonderful time here," he said. "I don't want
this week to ever end."

	"Hey, we are just getting started. We have plenty of time," I
assured him and returned his embrace.

We had done a quick job of getting ourselves off earlier in the day, but
had not done a proper job of lovemaking since arriving the day before. We
proceeded to take care of that oversight.

	Marco covered me with his naked body and began to kiss me
passionately. "You really turned me on when we were dancing," he admitted.

	"I returned his kisses, and agreed, "You gave me a rise when you
were kissing me on the neck," I told him. "Besides, it turns out that
you're a good dancer."

	"Umm, I like it when we dance. We dance a lot, you know."

	I laughed, "Right, if you count the shower and the bed, we do. But
I really enjoyed dancing to the music."

	"Marco paused and looked down at me. "We could turn on the music
and dance at home sometimes. You think?"

	"I think that's a great idea. We can dance right here if you can
hum a tune."

	He laughed. "We're getting silly. Actually, I want to get serious."

Marco was stretched out on top of me and our erections were pressed
together. He began to move his hips from side to side, rolling our cocks
together in a most erotic way. He kissed me under the chin then started
running his tongue over me, sucking my nipples, rubbing his face over the
hair on my chest, licking his way down the center of my stomach until he
came to my very stiff prick. He continued to lick my cock and over my
balls, taking first one and then the other into his mouth and rolling them
around with his tongue. I began to leak precum. Marco turned around so that
his ass was over my face and sucked my cock all the way into his throat.

	"Make my ass wet," he said hoarsely.

I did as he asked and began to lick between his butt cheeks and slobber on
his hole, attempting to stick the end of my tongue inside. Marco had
beautiful long black hair which was now spread over my thighs. His pubic
hair was shiny black and curled around the sides of his cock. His lower
legs were sparsely covered with fine black hair. His ass however, was as
smooth and hairless as a baby. I licked at it and sucked on his hole, which
drove him mad, while he squirmed and humped his ass into my wet mouth.

	He turned suddenly and positioned his ass over my erection. "I want
you in me," he gasped.

Without any response from me, he reached back and held my stiff cock
against his wet hole and sat down on me, filling his ass with my penis, and
crying out with pleasure.

	"Oh Marty, Fuck me please!"

I took his hips in my hands and held him steady as he rode me hard, rocking
up and down, and from side to side, filling himself with me and sending
waves of pleasure rocketing between us. Now that long black hair was waving
over my chest and belly as he impaled himself on my stiff prick. I looked
up to see this beautiful boy writing with pleasure, eyes closed tight and
his mouth hanging open. He actually began to drool onto my stomach.

I thrust into him as far as I could, raising my hips clear of the bed as I
pushed up, then he came crashing down onto my hips with me inside as far as
I could reach. I began to worry that such deep penetration would hurt him,
but the expression on his face was one of ecstasy, not of pain.

His hands were stroking over my chest and stomach, manually sensing every
inch of my body, trying to see my pecs, my nipples, the hair on my chest
with his palms and fingers. He was consumed with the passion of the moment
and so was I. We had made sweet love many times in the last year and a
half, but this was eroticism taken to a new level for us. I took his
slender cock in my fist and stroked him rapidly.

	"No, wait, don't touch me yet!" he commanded. "I want this to
last."

He fell into a kind of rhythm, moving up and down, then when I was fully
inside him, moving side to side, forward and back, rotating his hips to
move me over his prostate and intensify the sensations inside himself. I
could see what he was doing and tried to maximize his pleasure. I let him
set the pace, running my hands over his smooth body and relishing the feel
of his hair on my face. Even in that moment of passion I could not help but
admire his beauty, his face contorted into a grimace, his skin flushed red
with excitement.

He kept this up for a good 30 minutes. When he approached the point of
orgasm he would stop for a moment to look down at me and smile, then pick
up his movement again and close his eyes tightly to concentrate on what was
happening in his rectum. My part of this was to try not to cum and let him
continue as long as he could make it last.

	Finally his motion took on a jerky quality and he opened his eyes
to gasp, "Now! Jerk me off now!"

I spit into the palm of my hand and grasped his cock, pulling the foreskin
back and stroking the head of his cock as rapidly as I could without
hurting him. He cried out loudly and began to spray cum over my chest and
face. I opened wide to catch part of it in my mouth. At the same moment I
could wait no longer and filled his ass with my sperm.  We both were
violently cumming at the same time.

	"Oh my God Marty, oh Marty!" he collapsed on my chest, oblivious of
the sticky mess between us. I held him tight as we both descended from the
ecstasy that flowed between us.

Now we lay still, glued together by the remains of our spent lovemaking. I
held him close and ran my hands over his back and shoulders as we both
tried to breath normally again.

	Finally he lifted himself up from my chest and gave me a weak
smile. "That was very intense," he said with what had to be the
understatement of the day.

	I took a deep breath and observed, "We should go dancing more
often."

	Marco sighed and rolled over onto his back. "Well, that was
special. I don't think we have ever managed to screw quite like that
before." Then he began to giggle.

	"Was it good for you baby?" I asked, trying to imitate Humphrey
Bogart from an old movie.

	"Oh man, was it ever. I was afraid I was going to hurt you, but you
stayed right with me. You were inside me, but I think I was fucking you,"
Then he laughed. "That sounds kind of rude."

	"No, your right. You were in control. I just sort of hung on and
let you do all the work." I acknowledged and tried to do some deep
breathing.

	Marco turned to me and looked a little concerned. "I guess I was
concentrating on myself. I should ask if it was good for you."

	I laughed loudly. "Oh hell yes! I think that was the most intense
orgasm I ever had in my life. You were fantastic. You can do that anytime."

	Marco lay back down on the bed. "I don't know. That may have been
one of a kind."

	"Well, it is our honeymoon you know. It's supposed to be special."
I reminded him.

	"That kind of wore me out. What do you say we rinse off and call it
a night," I suggested. "Johnny will be bringing our breakfast before you
know it."

We got up and turned on the shower, quickly rinsing each other and then
sharing a towel. Before We climbed back in bed I took the menu and checked
off an omelet and pancakes with the scribbled note that said 'the usual at
8:00', and slipped it back under the door. I left off the 'Do Not Disturb'
sign from the door knob. We snuggled up together and immediately fell
asleep.


TO BE CONTINUED

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