Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 15:25:45 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark At Midnight - Part Three

Continuing a work of fantasy and fiction -

Mark At Midnight - Part Three

     I looked at my watch.  It was only 1:30 a.m.  Time was passing with
delicious slowness.  I felt rather strange - sitting naked in the back of
the Limo - this golden child of my dreams nestled on my lap.  I wanted to
wake him - to take full advantage of the time we had left together.  He
seemed so at peace - as if he belonged on my lap - naked as the day he was
born.
     Maybe I wouldn't have to wake him.  I felt his body quiver a little as
he giggled.
     "Your dick looks so sad, all shriveled up like a prune," Mark said,
stifling another giggle.
     "You won't think it's so sad when I stuff it up your baby butt, will
you, smart guy!"
     Before Mark could answer, I grabbed his sides and started tickling
him.
  He squirmed deliciously on my lap - I was already starting to overcome my
"sadness".
     "So, let's see what yours looks like, big boy.  I spread my knees
apart and laid him out flat, facing me.  His back rested on one leg, the
back of his thighs on the other.  His butt was hanging in midair between my
legs.  I was the loser in this contest as his little stiffy was already
poking skywards.
     "Well, I guess we know what you want," I said.
     His cock was hard as a rock - once again standing at attention.  I
grabbed it in my hand.  He buckled in the middle, trying to keep my hand
away.  It was no use.  I had him in a firm grip and wasn't about to let him
go.  With my free hand, I tickled his sides, sending him into convulsions
of laughter.  How great that sound was.
     I stopped my tickling and he stretched out flat across my lap.  He
stretched his arms back over his head, letting out a long sigh.  The sight
of this golden child in all his naked glory - what can I say.  Rembrandt
never painted a better picture.
     Did I dare take the next step?  Was Mark ready for his next lesson -
his next step to manhood?
     First, I would rid him of his toy soldier.  I plunged my mouth onto
it, causing him to pull his hips down.  As soon as he realized what I was
doing, he straightened his body out, again.  He wanted this as much as I
did.  I licked his swollen head.  He started to moan - or was it me.  I
lightly tongued the ridge at the bottom of his silky head.  Round and round
I went, driving him crazy.
     I lifted his legs up at a right angle to his butt, sliding my leg over
- supporting him at the base of his back.  I fingered his ass crack - while
continuing to lick his glorious boy rod.  I spread his cheeks with my
fingers and ran them up and down inside his crack.  I stopped to trace a
circle around his puckered hole.  I brought my fingers to my mouth -
momentarily letting his dick bounce free.  I lubricated my fingers with my
saliva - then returned his cock to my mouth and my fingers to his hole.
     Tentatively, I pushed a finger against his glory hole.  It didn't take
a whole lot of pressure and the help of my saliva to slip my finger past
his sphincter.  It instinctively tightened around me.  He moaned, long and
low and loud - as my finger slid slowly into his rectal tunnel.  I pushed
deeper until I reached the base of my finger. As I continued suckling on
his boy cock, I finger fucked his ass - slowly sliding my finger back and
forth.  The tightness was unbelievable.  Could I really get anything larger
into this little hole?
     After several minutes of this action, I drew my finger out - hesitated
for a second - then proceeded to slip two fingers into his hole.  He tensed
for a moment, then relaxed, as if he had momentarily experienced some pain.
I hesitated and then eased the two fingers farther up his ass.  They
plunged deeper and deeper until the size of my hand prevented any further
penetration.  I worked them back and forth, fucking him harder.  In and
out.  In and out.
     With two fingers up his ass and my mouth attending to his dick, I
grasped his tiny ball sac, massaging the two little acorns inside.  I
couldn't imagine what all these different sensations were doing to Mark.
Oh, yes I could.  He moaned loudly.  His ball sac tightened up.  I could
feel the cum rising in his rod.  I plunged my mouth as far down on his cock
as it would go - his dainty pubic hairs tickling my nose.  He drove his
hips upward into my face, driving his cock to the back of my throat.  As he
reached the full length of his stroke, warm boy cum gushed into my throat.
I fucked his ass mercilessly with my fingers.  He shot again and again,
each time thrusting his hips up as far as they would go.  Moaning and
gasping for breath, he shot once, twice, three times more.  I sucked it all
into my mouth - down my throat.  This was the juice of life and I wanted to
live.
     At last his passion subsided.  It seemed to take forever before he
could catch his breath.
     "That was awesome", he said in a low throaty growl.  "That was ten
times better than before."
     I smiled.  I had not removed my fingers from his butt hole.  I
continued working them back and forth slowly, keeping his hole spread open.
     "Are you ready for your next lesson, my eager little student?"  The
words were barely audible as I spoke them.  I think I was afraid he would
say no.  God, I was excited.  All this attention to Mark's dick had made my
own cock feel left out - and rock hard.
     "What else is there?"  He asked.
     "I shove this sad little cock of mine up your gorgeous young bum."
     He looked at me as if I had just suggested stuffing a 747 into a
gopher hole.  I grinned at him in what I hoped was an evil leer.  He
laughed at me.  He grasped my dick in his hand as if assessing its size.
     "Won't that hurt," he asked?
     "No, not if I take it slow.  Why do you think my fingers are still
inside you?  I'm keeping your little ass bud open and ready.  You don't
have to worry.  I will go as slow as you want.  If it starts to hurt, I
will stop.  You can be my guide."
     He thought for a moment.  "If this is what two guys do together, then
I want to try it.  And I trust you.  I know you wouldn't hurt me unless it
was an accident.  How do we do it?"
     I removed my fingers from their warm cave.  I moved him gently down
onto the long seat.  I started to place him face down with his butt in the
air, planning to enter him from behind.  No, I wanted to see his face as I
pushed my hardness into his beautiful, tender ass.  I wanted to see his
face as I flooded his insides with my cum.
     I rolled him over onto his back.  I positioned myself between his
legs.
  I pulled his legs upwards, exposing his brownish pink hole - a little
pinker after all the attention I had been giving it.
     Not having anything to lube with, I spit as much saliva as I could
into my hands.  I wrapped them around my swollen dick - I don't think I had
ever been this hard before - and soaked it with my saliva.  This would have
to do.
     I leaned forward balancing on my knees and one arm.  I placed my cock
head against his tiny bud.  It really did look too small.  I rested against
his little pucker and asked him if he was ready.
     "Ready as I'll ever be," he said.  He tried to grin, but he really
looked a little scared.
     "Remember," I said, "just say the word and I will stop."  He nodded
his head to indicate that he understood.
     As I started to push ahead, I mouthed the words "I love you" and he
returned the gesture.  I pressed a little harder on his hole.  It opened
slowly, like a rosebud opening in the morning sun - soon to be a beautiful
flower.  Half of my head was inside him, just passing his sphincter. I
watched his face, looking for signs of discomfort.  He smiled back at me.
     I pressed forward, my swollen cock head now buried up to its ridge.
Mark was starting to smile a little more.  I noticed his saucy little boy
tool was standing at attention.  Oh, to be 14 again.
     I pushed in farther.  My head was now fully engulfed.  I told him to
push down like he was taking a dump. He gritted his teeth and pressed down.
I gained another inch inside of him.  It felt so warm and velvety with my
cock held in the embrace of his tight little love muscle.
     I told him to push down again.  He did and I was halfway in.  I
noticed sweat beading on Mark's forehead.  He was working very hard to get
me inside of him.  Without any prompting from me, he pushed down again -
and I was almost fully engulfed.  I lifted my right hand, reached down to
the swollen bud at the end of his cock.  I traced my finger along his piss
slit, causing his dick to jerk.  With my finger tip, I gathered the pre cum
that had oozed out.  I offered it to his mouth.  He took it eagerly,
sucking on my finger until it was squeaky clean.  He seemed enthralled with
the taste of himself.
     He pushed down once more, and I was all the way in - my bush providing
a cosy little nest for his two little eggs.  I stayed like this, held
firmly in his grasp.
  Little spasms alternately gripped and released my cock.  It felt like he
was touching, squeezing, massaging every part of my dick.  It was a
wonderful embrace.  The contractions were sending shockwaves up my dick and
into my balls.
     I told him I was going to start fucking him now.  And then I
apologized.  Fucking was a casual sport.  I was going to make love to him.
I cared for him and wanted him to care for me.  I told him I was going to
fill his tunnel of love with my juices.
     I pulled back an inch or two and then forward to the hilt.  I moved
back and forth in slow motion - gradually increasing the length of my
stroke.  As I slid in and out, I watched Mark's face.  He looked like an
angel.  His eyes were slightly glazed.  A slight smile played across his
lips.  He was staring into my eyes - looking deep inside of me.  This boy
was in love with me - not just in lust.  He seemed to be trying to bury
himself in my soul.  Trying to read my thoughts.  Did I really care for him
as much as I said?
     I reached full stroke, allowing my head to almost slip free of his
hole before sliding it back in again.  I marveled at what was happening to
me.  I was approaching my second orgasm in a couple hours - this hadn't
happened to me for years.  I had passed fifty a couple of years ago - well
past my sexual prime.  Once in a day was usually all I could muster.  God
this boy was so hot - and so was I.
     A raspy whisper escaped from his mouth.  "Go faster" it said.  I
started to pump harder and faster.  I was torn between pleasing Mark and
never wanting to leave this wonderful place.  I watched his face.  I
watched his dick bob as I plunged into him.  It's little head throbbed with
each stroke - and so did mine.  I was getting to that point again.
     I slowed my strokes, wanting it to last forever.  It was not to be.
"Oh God, I'm cumming," the words ripped from my throat.  I shot into his
bowels.  He pushed his butt forward, meeting my thrusts.  I shot deep up
inside of him.  Seven times I delivered another load of warm cum into his
tummy.  As each load spilled into him, his eyes became more glazed.  I
pumped and pumped until I could move no more - squeezing every last drop of
my cum into him.  As I started to soften, I held myself deep inside of him
- lovingly held in the grasp of his tight rectum.  I savored the warmth,
the wetness, the heat, his loving hold on my manhood.  At last, I could
hold myself in no more and reluctantly slipped out of him.
     I looked down at his beautiful puckered boy hole.  It seemed to be
opening and closing like the lens on a camera.- it moved in time with his
labored breathing.  Some of my cum started to leak out and down into his
crack.  I bent down and licked him clean.  I stuck my tongue into his hole
-searching for, finding and tasting my own cum mixed with his juices.
     I licked up his crack to his little nuts.  They were starting to
tighten.  Mark was getting ready to shoot his third load - or was it four -
who's counting.
     "Not without me, you don't," I yelled and dove onto his cock.  As he
started to throb, I slipped two fingers into his asshole.  They entered
easily now.  I sucked his cock, trying to draw his boy cum up from his
balls into my mouth.  It only took a few seconds until he was delivering
his sweetness into my mouth.  I would never be able to eat honey again
without thinking about this moment.
     He moaned.  His sphincter grasped my fingers in a pulsating motion.
Waves of young orgasm wracked his body.  He shot more and more cum into my
mouth.  I sucked him dry.  I held him in my mouth, nibbling and teasing
until he finally softened.  I let him slip from my mouth.  I kissed his
sweet head.  I licked the last few drops of cum and saliva from his shaft.
I kissed his little balls.
     I crawled up over his body until I reached his mouth.  We kissed -
mouths open - sharing the remnants of his lovely load between us.  He
sucked greedily on my mouth.  We lay there - man on boy.  I covered him
with my warmth.  Protecting him from I knew not what.
     "I love you, Mark," barely able to speak the words without choking up.
He looked me in the eyes.  I could not break free of his gaze.  I was his
prisoner.  He stared deeply, measuring my inner thoughts and judging the
truth of my words.
     "I love you," he replied.  His voice was firm.  There was no doubt, no
hesitation.  He meant it.  The three most beautiful words I have ever
heard.
     We lay in each others arms.  Together, yet each of us deep in our own
thoughts.

The end of Part Three.

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Yes, there will be a Part Four.  I will be out in my limo tonight and will
probably write it then.  I wrote part three there last night.  Somehow
being in the car - the scene of the story - inspires me.  Thanks for
reading.