Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 20:11:00 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark At Midnight - Part Two
Mark At Midnight - Part 2
I looked at my watch. It was midnight. Four hours to go before I had
to get this golden man-child home. I realized I had been sitting in silence
for several minutes. Mark sat, waiting patiently. Here I was about to
realize a dream of a lifetime. A tender young lad sitting next to me -
waiting for me to teach him - and I couldn't move. I was as nervous as a
virgin bride on her wedding night. I had to do something - and soon.
I wanted this to be special - both for me and for Mark. A few of my
past fantasies raced through my head. But they were old - they were
fantasies - this was reality. Mark deserved something new and fresh - not
rehearsed scenes from my old dreams. All new like the virgin boy beside me.
Slowly my mind moved into gear. I took off my tux jacket and laid it
on the seat. Mark started to follow my lead. I took his hands in mine -
stopping him from removing his jacket.
"That is my job," I said. "I am the teacher - you are my pupil. I
will teach you everything you need to know. Sit back, relax and enjoy."
I placed his hands back by his sides. I moved closer, turning to face
him. God, he was beautiful. I ran my hands through his soft, black hair.
My fingers wandered downward, tracing the outline of his face. Barely
touching his skin, my fingers circled his beautiful brown eyes. Down they
went. Tracing the gentle lines of his nose. Wandering over to touch his
small ears. Gently, ever so gently. My fingers wandered back to his mouth,
tracing along his lips. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes and moaned
slightly.
I slid my finger past his lips into his mouth. He tried to devour it,
sucking eagerly. In went a second finger, then a third. He was
passionately trying to swallow my whole hand. Slowly, I withdrew my
fingers, continue to trace the outline of his mouth. Down to his delicate
jaw line. He moaned again - or was it me.
I gently pulled him forward, removing his jacket and laying it on top
of mine. I reached for the tie that I had helped him with a few hours ago.
It slipped from around his neck and joined the pile. I ran my fingers
gently down his boy chest, fingering his nipples through the silky shirt.
Again, a low moan escaped from his throat.
I started to undo the buttons, one at a time. As I undid each one, I
allowed my fingers to slip beneath the fabric. Touching his warm skin. The
sensation was electrifying. I was breathing hard, now. My cock was
swelling and straining to escape. It would soon reach its full seven inches.
I wanted to look down and see if Mark was reacting in the same way. No,
all in good time. Why rush things.
I reached the last button on his shirt and started to pull his shirt
tail free from his pants. My fingers wandered all over his golden, hairless
chest. Reaching up to his neck, I slid the shirt back, exposing his whole
chest to my view. My fingers covered every inch of his chest, concentrating
on the small, firm dark nipples. I rolled them in my fingers. Another moan
- was it his or mine.
My fingers wandered farther south. They seemed to be on a mission
which I seemed to have no control over. They reached the top edge of his
pants. I ran them back towards his sides and up under his arms. His shirt
pushed easily back off his shoulders and fell back to the seat behind him.
I unbuttoned the cuffs and finished removing his shirt. I added it to the
pile.
I sat for a minute, marveling at the beauty of Mark. So golden brown.
So firm. I took it all in. He was not yet a man. But, in a way, he was
not a boy either. This was the night where he would leave boyhood behind.
He opened his eyes and asked if something was wrong.
"No," I said "you are just so beautiful. I can't even begin to tell
you what just looking at you is doing to me."
He leaned back and closed his eyes again. My cue to take it to the
next level. I spent the next few minutes getting to know every square inch
of his upper body. His firm arms, his boyish chest, the squareness of his
shoulders and his beautiful neck. The time had come to take a major step.
I took Mark's shoulders into my hands. I pulled him towards me and placed
my mouth on his. More electricity. I felt a shudder run through his body -
or was it mine.
I pressed my lips into his - first gently, then a little harder. He
parted his lips and allowed my tongue to slip inside his mouth. The taste,
the wetness, the warmth, all were driving me mad.
Our kiss became more passionate, more intense. Mark was feeding hungrily on
my mouth and tongue. His tongue plunged into my mouth, seeking me out,
penetrating almost to my throat. I sucked on his tongue. Again, he moaned.
Or was it me.
We continued to kiss until I needed to catch my breath. I was so close
to him. Feeling the warmth emanating from his body. Smelling the wonderful
smell of his body. Faint traces of baby powder, newly formed sweat, and
maybe a little Old Spice. They all added up to an overpowering scent - the
scent of a boy becoming a man.
I pushed him gently, leaning him back on the seat. I took hold of his
hips - grasping his firm boy-butt in my hands. I slid him forward on the
seat until just the back half of his cheeks remained on the seat. He was
now semi-reclined, eyes closed and waiting. I didn't make him wait long.
My fingers traced the line along the top edge of his pants. He must have
been ticklish. His stomach muscles tightened up in response to my light
touch. They contracted a couple of times and then relaxed. He wasn't very
muscular, but smooth and firm. There wasn't an ounce of fat on this
beautiful boy.
My fingers wandered back around and stopped on his belt buckle. I
slowly undid it, separating the two ends from each other. I undid the snap
on his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. I spread the flaps apart,
exposing his white briefs. Again, I had to catch my breath. The contrast
between the honey brown skin and the stark whiteness of his shorts was
nothing short of stunning. It was at this precise moment that I realized
Mark was enjoying this. His young cock was making an impressive mound in
his white briefs.
I reached behind him, bringing his butt off the seat and slipped his
gray slacks past his hips. I slid them all the way to the floor. Mark
lifted his feet so that I could remove his shoes and socks, and then his
pants. They joined the pile.
The sight before me was unbelievable. He lay back reclining on the
black leather seat. The stark contrast between his golden body, his white
briefs and the black seat was hypnotizing. His golden boy-flesh was more
beautiful than all my fantasies put together. The sight of the prominent
bulge in his briefs - a pretty decent looking mound for a 14 year old - had
brought my own manhood to full attention. I gently guided him off the back
seat and laid him face down on the long section of the "J" seat. He was
able to stretch out to his full length - oh the joys of driving a limo. I
noticed that he had to make an adjustment to his bulge so that he could lie
comfortably.
I knelt beside him, even with his shoulders. I started a slow, firm
massage of his body. I worked my way down his golden back to the narrow
waist and to the small hollow above his cheeks. I massage his butt through
his briefs- leaving them on - wanting to delay the inevitable as long as
possible. I was pretty sure this was going to be a one night stand. I
wanted to be able to recall every square inch of Mark's body. It would be
the fuel for many a wet dream in the future.
I continued massaging down to his feet and ankles. Rubbing slowly,
feeling the heat. I started to run my tongue gently but firmly up the soles
of his feet. He started to squirm a bit. I moved up the backs of his legs
to his calves and then to the backs of his knees. I stroked them with my
tongue. I moved up farther - darting my tongue into the crack formed by his
golden thighs. Mark sighed and spread his legs open as far as he could
without leaving the seat. I moved up over his briefs and tongued his lower
back, just above the waist band.
I worked my way up his back until I was licking and tonguing his neck.
I nibbled his tiny earlobes - smelling the fresh washed scent of his hair.
Time to move on. I tongued my way all the way back to the top of his
briefs. The moment of truth had come.
Using both hands, I lifted his hips slightly. I grasped the sides of
his briefs and started to lower them - an inch - no, a centimeter at a time.
I gradually uncovered the most beautiful bum I had ever seen. As his
briefs came down, Mark had to reach underneath himself to free his erection
so that I could get them all the way down. His butt fully exposed, I stared
at it in awe.
Getting back to work I pulled his briefs down the rest of the way, past his
feet. They too joined the pile.
I went back to his golden hairless boy-butt and lavished my full
attention on it. First, stroking it gently with my fingers - exploring the
crack but not trying to penetrate it - not yet. I then rubbed more firmly
with both hands - massaging deeply into his butt muscles. Last but not
least, I brought my mouth and tongue into the action. Mark started to raise
and lower his hips in a slow rhythm. I tongued along the lower curve of
each cheek, tracing the small crease between them and the tops of his legs.
I circled the golden globes, getting closer to his crack all the time.
Another moan - this time definitely mine.
I raised his hips up off the seat so that his legs were at a 45 degree
angle to the seat. I got onto the seat behind him, between his spread legs.
I was ready. I traced the line of his crack with my fingers. I could see
the hint of his little ass bud peeking out between his cheeks.
I parted his cheeks with my fingers. There it was. Small, puckered,
not pink, not brown - maybe a combination of the two. It looked so small.
How could anything ever penetrate that tight little hole. Down boy, I told
myself - you have lots of time left.
I leaned forward and started to tongue his crack - starting at the top
- working closer and closer to my destination. Mark tensed slightly.
"Relax, Mark," I said "I won't hurt you. You will enjoy this. I
promise."
He slowly relaxed and my tongue got back to its search. I reach his
tiny asshole. I tongued around it, giving it a wet bath. It had a taste to
it that I can't describe. But it was great. My tongue zeroed in on the
tiny hole. I started to push my tongue against it. Resistance at first -
but then it started to relax. Suddenly, the tip of my tongue was past
Mark's sphincter and in his hole.
Mark started to moan steadily, now. He was obviously enjoying my
attentions. I pushed my tongue relentlessly - as far in as it would go. My
face was pressed against his smooth cheeks.
His aroma filled my nostrils. The warmth made my face break out in beads of
sweat. I never wanted to leave this place. I would be happy to die here.
But, it was not to be.
Mark started to push his cheeks back into my face. It was obvious that
this pause in the action was not to his liking. He liked the new sensation
of a man's tongue in his bum. He wanted more of it. I started to push my
tongue in and out. I was fucking his ass with my tongue. The feeling was
incredible - I could only imagine how Mark felt. It was time to stop before
both of us went over the edge. There were other things yet to be done.
I withdrew my tongue from his asshole, although reluctantly. It was
time to move. I didn't want this golden child wasting a load of his
glorious boy cum on the seat. I wanted it for myself. I gently started
rolling him over. With a little help from Mark, he was now laying on his
back - fully exposed in all his glory. I looked at his beautiful face. His
eyes were open but glazed. He was obviously close to orgasm. His cock was
standing fully erect. The head swollen and reddish pink. He looked to be
about five and a half inches. Not very thick, but tasty looking. He was
uncut, but it was hard to tell. His dick was stretched to its max and his
foreskin was pulled back off of the head. Oh yes, he was ready. And so was
I.
To slow things down a little, I bent over his angelic face and brushed
his lips with mine. He lifted up off the seat, reaching his arm around my
neck - drew me to him - and eagerly sought out my mouth. We did a little
sword fight with our tongues - and then he lay back down again. Mark wanted
more. Kissing was not high on his priority list right now.
I repeated my performance in the same manner as his back. I hungrily
feasted on his neck. I licked my way down to his nipples. They were tiny
but so very hard. He moaned as I sucked. He grabbed my head, forcing my
mouth hard against his nipple. He let go. Mark wanted more.
I tongued my way down the flat boy belly - washing out his belly button
(an inny) as I passed it. I tongued along the area at the bottom of his
belly. I tongued the mound above his throbbing cock. As I did, I
discovered that he had some soft downy pubic hair just above his dick. It
was not a lot, but I tasted it and marveled in its softness. Carefully
avoiding his swollen boyhood, I tongue farther down - all the way to his
feet. I licked the sensitive soles. I licked back up his ankles, his
calves, past his knees. I gently spread his legs apart. I tongued up the
sensitive inner thighs. I zeroed in on his little ball sac. His sac was a
darker brown than the rest of his body. It was drawn up very tight - as if
his erection had taken all the extra skin that normally covered it. I
managed to pull one of his balls into my mouth. It was tiny and slightly
egg shaped. I sucked it in - popping it in and out of my mouth. I found
its friend and gave it the same attention. I raised Mark's legs up and
tongued the area below his ball sac going down almost to his puckered hole.
I licked back up for may final assault on the little soldier standing
so proudly at attention. I moved closer in between Mark's legs. I was now
kneeling with my mouth directly above his throbbing tool. Mark's hips
started a slow grind in anticipation. Mark wanted more. Mark wanted it
all.
I took a tentative swipe at his reddish pink head with my tongue. It
was a beautiful oval shape - not that large flared mushroom head that I have
seen in pictures. Mark's dick head suited him perfectly. It was small -
compact - round - and delicate. I admired it, all the while knowing that
the wait must be unbearable for Mark.
I took the base of the shaft in my hand. Mark's body jerked upward. I
hope he wasn't ready to cum yet. I wanted to take my time and taste every
millimeter of this delicate weapon. I started on the head. I licked his
piss slit. I tasted his sticky pre-cum. Like the color of his body, the
taste reminded me of honey. I sucked gently, drawing a little more pre-cum
up his shaft and into my mouth. I licked under and around the head. I
nibbled at the sensitive underbelly. I stroked my tongue up and down the
shaft in long, slow strokes. Mark's hips were starting to move more and
more. Damn, this was going to be over quick.
Holding his balls in one hand and the base of his shaft in the other, I
took his firm boyhood into my mouth. I started to slide slowly up and down.
Mark was letting out a continuous moan, now. His hips started to buck up
and down. I continued to slide my mouth up and down his hard cock. My
tongue teased his pink head every time I reached it. I licked and sucked -
sucked and licked. Mark may have been a virgin, but it was clear that his
body knew what to do. He was fucking my face. Driving his cock as far into
my mouth as it would go. I felt his balls tighten. I felt the tension in
his body as he got ready to shoot. He grabbed too handfuls of may hair,
forcing my mouth harder onto his cock.
He was almost there. He moaned loudly. He bucked, he thrashed.
Several times, I almost lost my hold on his slippery dick. I sucked as hard
as I could - trying to draw the seed from deep in his balls. Suddenly, he
tensed. He thrust into my mouth. Hot cum flooded my mouth. Another thrust
- another load of hot boy seed squirted down my throat. I sucked harder. I
wanted it all - every drop. Again, he pumped and shot. The feel, the taste
- I don't know how I was holding on to my own load. Three or four more
shots entered my mouth before his body collapsed back on the seat. Mark was
gasping for air. He was totally spent.
I held his firm prick in my mouth - sucking the last drops of his semen
from his piss hole - drawing it up his shaft - like sucking a milkshake
through a thick straw. I continued to suck until Mark pushed my head away.
He was laying on the seat - a big grin on his face - and a look of total
satisfaction. He needed to rest for a minute - and that's all I planned to
give him. My needs were now becoming very evident. I needed to ease the
pain in my swollen cock. I needed to spill the seed that was threatening to
burst my ball sac.
Mark smiled at me. "Man, that was awesome," he said. "I never dreamed
that anything could feel that good. I've jerked off a few times but it
never came close to this. Wow, I could hardly breathe when I was shooting
into your mouth. I never wanted it to stop."
"Me either," I said..
*************
I looked at my watch. Only one a.m. What seemed like an endless
experience had only lasted an hour. I asked Mark if he was ready or if he
wanted to rest more. He didn't answer. He sat up and slid along the seat
towards me. He pushed my shoulders gently to the seat back so that I was
partially reclining. He wedged his slim knees onto the seat between my
legs. He leaned forward
and proceeded to attack my mouth with his.
His tongue found mine. We tasted each others saliva. Mine probably
tasting of his own boy cum. He savored the sweetness. Mark leant back so
that I could see down the front of his body. He arched backwards so that I
could get a better view. His young cock was once again at attention. I
reached down to fondle it. He pushed my hand away.
"No, no," he said "Now it is time for the pupil to show his teacher
that he has learned his lessons. So you sit back and let me do the
driving." He reached for my bow tie and unhooked it, casually tossing it
onto the pile of his clothes. He unbuttoned my top two buttons and attacked
my neck with his ravenous mouth. Damn, I thought, hope he doesn't leave a
hickey. Not to worry, he didn't spend much time there. Mark was not as
patient as I was.
He went back to the buttons on my shirt, releasing them quickly. He
told me to sit forward. He undid my shirt cuffs, slid my shirt off my
shoulders and arms and tossed it into the pile. Mark sat there looking at
the mat of fur on my chest. He ran his fingers through it - several times
looking down at his own hairless chest as if to compare.
His fingers found my nipples - first tweeking them gently and then
squeezing harder - so hard it hurt.
Careful there, junior," I laughed "You're still not to big to spank."
He thought about that for a minute and said "maybe later."
There's that damn "later" again. Although this time I knew he meant
it. Marks fingers tired of my nipples and he brought his head down to
suckle on them. He sucked and nibbled - driving sharp bolts of electricity
down my spine and into my cock. Mark tired of this game too. He licked his
way down to my belly, commenting that I could stand to lose a few pounds.
He reached my belt line. His tongue tickled along the edge of it as far
back on both sides as he could reach.
Mark slid off the seat and knelt on the floor, still between my
spread-eagled knees. He fingered my belt buckle and ran his fingers down
over the bulge in my pants. I just about shot. He reached back to my belt
buckle and undid it. He pulled down my fly exposing my dark blue briefs.
He told me to stand. I managed about half way before my head hit the roof
of the Limo. Mark pulled my pants down to my ankles - and, as an
afterthought grabbed the front of my briefs and yanked them down to join my
pants. My throbbing seven inches was now free from its restraints and
bobbed happily in front of Mark's smiling face.
Mark pushed me down onto the seat. He removed my shoes and socks,
along with my pants and jockeys - depositing them all in the pile. He now
had full access to my manhood and I could hardly wait. He pulled (with my
help) my hips forward until my ass was on the edge of the seat. This
brought my dick into contact with his warm boy chest. He looked down at it
for a few seconds, as if teasing me.
Without warning, he grabbed my cock by the based and dropped his mouth
onto it engulfing my swollen head. He rested there, flicking his tongue
back and forth across my piss slit - tasting my pre cum. He seemed to be
sampling it and trying to decide if he liked it. His head came off my knob
and he licked all around it. He paid special attention to the more
sensitive areas - those that he had learned about only a little while ago.
He lingered on my head for a few more seconds. I must have groaned
loudly. He looked up at me.
"Did that hurt."
"God, no!" I replied. "It's incredible."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said "I just don't want to cum too soon. I want this to
last."
He grinned at me and said "maybe the second time you'll last longer."
His head went back down and he started to lick my shaft - up, down and
around. His tongue bathed me with boy spit. He reached my ball sac - I
have huge balls - and tried to take one of my nuts into his mouth. It
wouldn't fit. He contented himself with fondling them, squeezing them - and
generally bringing me closer to the brink. He tired of this game, too.
He licked his way back up my shaft. His head came down over my
throbbing ruby head and swallowed it. He pushed downward, trying to take
all of it into his eager mouth. He gagged a few times and tried again -
each time succeeding in swallowing a little more of my seven inches. He
found that by moving his head and neck to different angles, he could swallow
more of me without gagging any more. He finally managed to engulf me fully.
He proceeded to work his mouth and throat up and down my shaft - bringing
it back almost until I was out of his mouth - then plunging back until his
nose was buried in my bush. He kept this up and I knew I was not going to
last more than a few strokes. My sac started to tighten. I could feel the
sperm working their way up my shaft. I managed the words "I'm cumming" and
half a second later shot off into his throat. He caught the first wave on a
down stroke and gagged as the warm juices strangled him. I shot again and
he sucked harder trying to keep it all in. It was a losing battle. As more
of my juices shot into him, he started to lose some out of the corners of
his mouth. Fianlly, the waves subsided - had I shot five times - seven
times - ten times - who could count. Mark continued sucking until I was
dry. He slowly eased off my cock and gave me the biggest shit-eating grin I
have ever seen. It was even cuter than he knew - because of the moustache
of my sperm that he was wearing. It ran down from each corner of his mouth
and dripped off his chin.
I reached over and pulled him to me. We merged our mouths into one and
I tasted my own cum for the first time - mixed with his sweet saliva. I
licked his face clean. When it was all gone, I hugged him to my chest, not
wanting to let him go. Mark had done so much for me tonight. I had dreamed
of this for a long time. Never believing it would come true. I reveled in
the feel of him, the smell of him, and the steady beat of his heart against
my chest. He curled up on my naked lap and I thought he was going to sleep.
I sat there savoring the moment. Never wanting it to end.
*******************
There was only going to be a Part 1 and a Part 2 - but I still have lots to
tell. So stay tuned for installment three of Mark At Midnight. Comments
welcome at: chub_bi@hotmail.com.