Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2000 15:07:54 EST
From: chub_bi@hotmail.com
Subject: Mark At Midnight - Part One

The following is fiction.  I am working on Part 2 - the final installment.
If you like it, feel free to email your comments.

Mark At Midnight

     I pulled my long white limo into the driveway of a beautiful house in
a very high class neighborhood.  I had lucked out tonight.  I had been
assigned one of the new 2000 Lincoln Krystal conversions.  It was a 10
passenger stretch with all the toys.

     I had arrived a half hour early for my 5:00 p.m. pick-up - better to
be early than late.  I rang the doorbell.  After a few seconds, the door
opened.  What I saw took my breath away.  It was a young boy, about 14
years old and dressed in a bathrobe that didn't quite reach his knees.  He
was drop-dead gorgeous.  We stood there looking at each other.  He had
black hair that was combed back and not too long.  His face, in fact, all
of the skin I could see, was a golden brown.  Hard to describe - almost the
color of honey.  He had the most beautiful odd shaped eyes - not Caucasian
- slightly Oriental - but not really.  His bathrobe was open below the
neck, exposing a smooth, hairless chest.

     "Hi, you must be the limo driver.  I'm Mark," he said.  "You're early.
Come on in."  I said, "yes, I am the driver, and you can call me Dave."

     At that point I realized that he had been standing there for almost a
minute as I had surveyed his body.  My face flushed red.  I stepped into
the house.  His mother, a Chinese lady, appeared out of the kitchen and
came toward me.  I introduced myself.  I asked her to sign the credit card
slip and the contract.  She headed back to the kitchen to get a pen and do
the signing.  Mark stood there waiting for her to return.  She called out
from the kitchen and asked how long they had the car for.  I told her she
had it until 4:00 a.m.  At this, Mark let out an "Awesome!"  And pumped his
fist forward a couple of times.  This brought his robe open a little more -
to where I could see the white band at the top of his briefs.

     The lady came back from the kitchen.  She explained that she was
Mark's mom, and that Mark and his friends had rented the Limo for a school
semi-formal dance.  She said she was a little hesitant about the 4:00 a.m.
I said that I would see that no one got into trouble.  I told he I always
laid down the law to young passengers and had never had a problem.  She
finally agreed.  She shooed Mark upstairs and told him to get dressed.  At
the same time, a young girls voice called down the stairs.

     "Mom," it whined "I need help with my hair."  Mom hollered back for
her to come down to the kitchen.  At this, a cute young girl - about Mark's
age - came bounding down the stairs and disappeared into the kitchen.
Another voice from upstairs - this time it was Mark's.

     "Mom, I need help with my tie."  Mom came out into the hall, stopped
for a minute looking at me.  "Would you mind helping Mark with his tie?  If
I don't get Melissa's hair done, there will be hell to pay."  I quickly
agreed and headed up the stairs.  At this point, I would do anything for
that gorgeous young man-child.

     I reached the top of the stairs.  The bathroom was to the left at the
end of the hall.  I entered the bathroom to find Mark still in his robe.  I
told him I couldn't tie his tie unless he had his shirt on.  As he headed
out the door to get his shirt, he peeled off his robe and dropped it on the
floor.  I got a quick glimpse of his white briefs standing out like neon
against his golden brown skin.  He returned to the bathroom, still in just
his briefs.  I got a quick look at a reasonably large bulge in the front of
his briefs.  He was holding a tie and trying to put on a tan colored dress
shirt.  He slid into the shirt and stood in front of me.  Whether this was
a cue or not, I didn't know - but I took it.  I started to button up his
shirt.  His body was almost hot through the thin shirt.  He handed me the
tie.  I turned him around and pushed him towards the mirror.  I stood
behind him, reaching around in front to put on his tie.  As I did so, I
realized I was pressing my crotch forward into his tight boy-butt.  I
started to feel the first stirring of my cock as it felt the heat of his
body.  My mind was racing.

     Somehow I managed to get the tie on and tied.  I looked into the
mirror and watched as he eyed himself with a cute little smile.  I reached
around to brush the front of his shirt smooth - and in the process, brushed
my hands across his hard little nipples.  Yes, I realized, they were
definitely hard.  I also realized I was still leaning into his backside,
pinning him to the sink.  He looked over his shoulder and flashed me a
dazzling white-toothed smile.  "There will be time for that, later," he
said as he pushed his body back into mine and then darted from the
bathroom.  What did he mean by that?

     I waited downstairs for Mark to get dressed.  After a few minutes, he
walked down the stairs looking like a young model from the pages of GQ.  He
had on a tan sports jacket, slightly darker than his shirt, gray slacks,
black shoes and carried a hankie in his hand.  "How do I fold this," he
said, handing me the hankie and motioning to his jacket pocket.  I folded
it for him and placed it into his pocket.  "You look fantastic'" I said..

     He was starting to head for the door when Mom appeared with a camera.
She took shots of Mark, Mark and his sister (who looked radiant), and then
I took pictures of all three.  I realized that Mark's sister could easily
have been Mark's twin.  Pictures done, Mark's mom kissed him goodbye.  Mark
headed for the door.  Puzzled, I asked, "isn't Melissa going too?"  His
mother said that she was going to the same dance, but her boyfriend was
picking her up.  So, I followed Mark out the door.

     I opened the back door for Mark.  He hesitated and asked if he could
sit in the front with me until we got to his friends.  I said sure and he
ran around and got in.  As I backed out and drove away, it was apparent
that Mark had something on his mind.  I told him he could talk to me if he
wanted.  He started out by thanking me for my help in getting ready.  Then
he hesitated.

     "For a minute, it was like having my dad back," Mark said.

     "Doesn't he live with you," I replied.

     "No, he was killed in a car accident four years ago, on my tenth
birthday.  He was heading home from work for my birthday party.  He never
made it.  It has been so lonely without him."

     At this, I heard him choke back a sob.  I reached my arm over and put
it around his shoulders.  He leaned into my armpit and I could feel his
body as he sobbed.  I was starting to get teary-eyed.  After a few minutes,
his sobbing subsided.  I took out my hankie and wiped his face.

     "Feel better, now," I asked.  "I think you have been holding those
tears in for the last four years."

     He managed a smile.  He continued to snuggle against me as we reached
our first destination.  There was a sudden change in him as we got to his
friends' house.  He became self-confident and took over the plans for the
evening.  It was obvious that he had arranged the whole evening.  At one of
our stops, he left the car to enter the house.  I could see flashes going
off as pictures were taken.  He appeared on the doorstep with a beautiful
dark haired girl.  She was dressed in a gown that seemed too formal for her
age.  She was beautiful and she and Mark made a stunning couple. As he got
to the car, I opened the door to let them in.

     Mark stopped and said "this is Beth.  She is my girlfriend."  I shook
her hand.  She got into the car, and I gave Mark a big wink as he got in.
He grinned from ear to ear and blushed 40 shades of red - not an easy trick
with his golden skin.  With Beth, I now had 4 couples in the car.  The next
stop was a steak house for dinner.  I let them off, gave them my cell phone
number and told them to get the waiter to call me when they were ready to
go.

     I drove to Burger King for my dinner.  While eating, my thoughts kept
going back to Mark.  What had he meant by "later"?  I was very attracted to
him.  He brought out feelings in me that I had kept hidden for many years.
It is difficult in life when you are attracted to young boys - especially
if you have a job, a respectable position in your community and are
married.  Besides, Mark had Beth.  She was a hot young thing that any kid
Mark's age would cream his pants over.  In fact, just thinking about HER
started to get me hot.  My chances of getting to know Mark better looked
like zero or less.

     The phone rang, bringing me out of my dreaming.  They were ready.
Back to the restaurant.  They all piled him - everybody talking at once.
Now, it was off to the school for the dance.  I listened to their chatter
as individual voices became clearer.  They were making plans for after the
dance.  There was a party.  Someone asked how long they had the limo for.
I heard Mark's voice say "midnight".  I was about to correct him when
something made me stop.  I wondered why he had said midnight.

     At the dance, they all pile out.  It was about 9:30p.m.  I was to come
back at 11:00 p.m.  Spent the next hour and a half joking with the other
limo drivers.  This was obviously a school in a well-healed neighborhood.
There were at least 20 other limos.

     Time flew by - it was now time to pick them up.  As I arrived at the
door, Mark, the organizer, was looking for me.  As soon as he saw me, he
ran back into the school.  Four minutes later, we were loaded and on our
way.  Next stop was a party at one of the kid's house.  We arrived.
Everyone got out except Beth and Mark.  Goodbye were said and we moved on.
"Where to" I said, over my shoulder?  "Back to Beth's house" Mark replied.
And off we went.

     Arriving at Beth's, they got out.  Mark asked me to wait here and he
would come back with the tip.  I waited.  Mark came back several minutes
later.  He climbed into the back and said let's go.  "Huh," I replied,
"what happened to Beth?"  Mark replied that her dad wouldn't let her out
after midnight.  I asked him where he wanted to go.  He said he wanted to
go someplace private where we could talk.  I was stunned.  What did this
beautiful boy god have in mind?  My pulse started to race and my heart
pound.  And, I headed to the most private place I know.  We ended up at a
nearby mall under the brightest set of lights I could find.

     A mall, you say.  Safest place in the world.  Anytime, I want to
sleep, that is where I go.  It is well patrolled and the cops keep an eye
out for you - and they don't bother you.  And besides, with the bright
lights outside, you can have the lights on inside the limo.  And no one can
see in.  As I parked, I pulled two pieces of paper from my briefcase.  I
placed them in the windows on either side.  They read "Driver sleeping,
please do not disturb".  I got out and slipped into the back.

     Mark was on the "J" seat, so I sat on the back - not wanting to be
overeager for what I prayed might happen.  Mark moved over beside me.

     "What now," I said?

     "You have been really nice to me, tonight.  You have helped me deal
with some feelings I have had for a long time, but couldn't face.  Tonight
is the first time I have cried since my father died.  I always felt guilty
that I had never cried, not even at this funeral.  I realize that I really
needed to cry.  I needed to get it out of my system.  I love my dad, but my
feelings - or lack of them - have been hard for me to accept.  It's as if
some part of me can't accept that he's not here.  Now, I feel I can accept
his death, love him, remember him and move ahead in my life.

     " Thanks," Mark said.  There were tears in his eyes, again - but he
was more composed.  He seemed at peace - once again in control.

     I was too choked up to speak.  I marveled at the composure of this
little boy.  He was 14 but fast becoming a man.  After a few minutes, I
asked if there was anything else he wanted to talk about.

     "Those aren't the only feelings I haven't been able to deal with or
understand," he replied.  "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed
attracted to me, tonight.  It seemed that you were always looking at me.  I
don't know why, but it got me excited.  The same kind of excitement I get
when I am with Beth.  The same kind of excitement I get in the showers
after gym.  What I don't understand is why I get the same feeling - whether
it is around guys or girls.  I can't be gay or girls wouldn't turn me on.
If I'm not gay, why am I attracted to guys?"

     I took my time and explained to him what "bi-sexual" meant.  That it
was possible - and fairly common - for boys and girls to be attracted to
both sexes.  There was nothing wrong with it and it was normal.  I then
told him that I was bi-sexual, which caused him to smile.  I told him that
most bi-sexuals choose the strongest of the attractions and live their
lives either as straight or gay.  They either married, or lived with
another of the same sex.

     "So, I was right - well almost right.  I thought you were gay and
that's why you looked at me so much.  You are not gay," he said in a tone
that made me sense he was glad for that.

     "I have experimented with Beth, a little," he said.  "But we haven't
gone very far.  I know what boys and girls do together.  I have seen some
porno movies.  But what do two guys do together?"

     Without letting me answer, he said "I want you to show me.  I like you
very much.  I think you like me. In a way, I may even love you.  Please
show me what guys do together."  The look in his eyes would melt a heart of
stone.  I was weak as a kitten.

     I said, "this is a huge step, and besides, it is illegal for someone
my age to have sex with a boy of 14.  I could go to jail.  You have no idea
how much I have dreamed about this exact moment tonight - and maybe all my
life.  I want this more than you could know.  But you have to want it even
more.  It must be our secret."

     "I wouldn't tell ANYONE," Mark said, loudly.  "I want this very much,
too.  Ever since you leaned into me in the bathroom, ever since you brushed
your hands on my nipples.  It sent a feeling through me that I have never
felt before.  I am feeling it now.  I won't tell, and you said we are safe
here.  I - I think I'm ready!"

     I couldn't argue anymore.  Common sense was long gone.  I was - I was
going to say horny - but I felt so much more for this beautiful child - no,
not a child - this young man.  I hesitated for a moment.  I said "how can I
refuse you, Mark.  I think I love you.  I will be careful.  I will be
gentle.  If anything happens that you don't like or that you don't want -
say so and I will stop.  I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."


to be continued in Mark At Midnight - Part 2