Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 15:53:29 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark At Midnight - Part Four

The usual warnings - if you are under eighteen - or have problems with
fictional depictions of sex between a man and a male teen - please leave
now.

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Mark At Midnight - Part Four

     I looked at my watch - 2:45 a.m.  It would soon be time to get Mark
back home.  We had less than an hour before I had to return to the front
seat of the limo and.........and what.  Man, I did not want this night to
end.  But the odds of me ever seeing my young love, again, were slim to
none.  I continued to lay on top of Mark - supported by my elbows and knees
- not wanting to crush the poor boy.  I slid down until my head rested on
his chest.  His heart beat at a comforting pace.  I listened to it and was
soothed by its rhythm.
     We lay together basking in the warmth of each others naked flesh.
Mark might be sleeping.  It was well past what I assumed his normal bed
time would be.  I would be happy to lay like this until it was time to get
dressed.  Someone had other plans.
     "You little bugger," I said! "Don't you ever get tired?"  His dick was
pressing into my chest - harder than ever.  Mark wasn't sleeping.
     "I can take care of that for you," I said "but first answer a question
for me.
     "What," Mark asked, looking puzzled?
     "How come you haven 't called me by my name?"
     He looked into my face.  I could see the tears starting to form in the
corners of his eyes.  He stared at me, trying to form the words in his
brain and then to speak them.
     He stammered a little, his voice shaky.  "Because...........I'd
rather.......... I want to call you.............dad."
     "Whoa, wait a minute, aren't we rushing things a little".  I raised
up, straightening my arms, and stared at him.  He started to cry, the tears
streaming down his face.
     "I.........I thought you would like that?" he said, barely able to
speak the words.
     He looked like I had stabbed him through the heart.  He wanted so
badly for someone - for me - to replace the father he missed so badly.
     "I do like it," I said.  "I am very happy and proud that you would
want to call me that.  But I am not your real father.  I can't replace your
memories of him - and you shouldn't want to, either.  I would like to be a
part of your life.  I would like to be someone special in your life.  But I
cannot be your father.  I realize you miss your dad - more than anything -
but I cannot fill the void in your heart.  And besides, I think your mother
might not be too pleased with the idea - especially if she ever found out
what we have been doing, tonight."
     Mark looked at me through his tears.  "I would never tell anyone what
we have done tonight.  This is for you and I to share - no one else.  I
know you can't replace my dad.  But, for one night, I would like to call
you dad.  Besides, after tonight, we may never see each other again.
Please," he begged, "just for tonight."
     My heart was breaking.  I was this boy's slave.
     "I would be proud to have you call me dad - even if I'm old enough to
be your grandad," I said.  "And I would love to call you son."
     "But, if I were your real dad, do you think that we would have done
all the things we did tonight.  If I were your dad, none of this would have
happened.  And I am very happy that it has happened.  I have experienced
joy and happiness tonight - greater than anything I have experienced for a
long time."
     I paused, allowing my words to sink in.  I continued, "I don't plan on
walking out of your life.  I don't know how, yet - but I will always be
here for you.  It will just take me some time to work out how.  I said I
loved you and I meant it - partly like a son - and partly because of the
wonderful things we have shared tonight.  Staying in your life is important
to me.  It will take a lot of thought to work this out.  And, quite
frankly, my dear," I said, in my best Gable imitation, "you haven't given
me a lot of time to think, tonight."
     Mark had stopped crying.  I bent down and licked the tears from under
his eyelids.  I kissed away every last bit of evidence that he had been
crying.  Such a beautiful face should never be marred by sadness.  I even
managed to find the little tear drops that had slid down into Mark's small
ears.  Licking them out made him squirm deliciously against my body and
made us both laugh.  The tension that existed seconds ago was gone.
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     "Well, what now my little soldier," I said, addressing his erect boy
cock?  "Haven't you had enough?"
     Mark pushed me up - well maybe I helped him a little.  He had a huge
grin on his face.
     "Now it's time to see if your pupil has learned his lessons," he said
with a devilish grin that lit up the back of the Limo.
     "What do you mean," I said, trying to figure out what he had on his
horny little mind.
     "It's my turn to fuc........................make love to you.  I want
to stick my penis in your bum," he said with a most serious look on his
face.
     Without thinking, I laughed.
     "What's so funny," he almost shouted.  A hurt look on his face.
"Don't you think I can?"
     "Well," I said, "the idea of that little soldier of yours making an
assault on my oversized butt is rather funny."  He looked down at his dick
and then at my butt and giggled.
     "Just lay down and I will show you," he ordered in mock anger.
     "O.K. boss - I mean pupil - go for it," was my answer.  This should
prove very interesting.
     Before I lay down on the seat, I grabbed one of the leather throw
pillows and placed it strategically on the seat - then grabbed a second one
for good measure.  I went to the sunroof visor at the back and wiggled the
mirror loose from its molding.  I returned to the seat, positioned my ass
over the pillows and lay back down - waiting for the show to begin.  The
pillows raised my ass so that Mark might have a better chance of burying
his 5 inches in my hole.
     "What's the mirror for," he asked.
     "The better to see you with my dear," I said.  "I want the pleasure of
seeing your little dick sliding in and out of me - and with this beer
belly, the mirror is the only way that's going to happen."
     "That's not fair," he said, "I couldn't watch you when you were making
love in my bum!"
     "Maybe the next time."  If only there could be a "next time".
     I raised my legs up as far as I could, resting one on the back of the
"J" seat, and the other on top of the bar on the opposite side - not an
easy task believe me.  Mark gingerly fingered my hole - as I held the
mirror in a position that allowed me to watch.  This was strangely erotic.
It was like watching yourself starring in a porno movie.  I grabbed a hold
of my sac and pulled up on it - giving me an unobstructed view.
     He pushed his finger into me.  Then two fingers.  And then three.
     "I don't think you have to worry about loosening me up," I said.
Although, in reality I was definitely a virgin in this particular orifice.
He removed his fingers and leaned forward.  His tongue did a light circuit
of my anus.  A shudder ran through my whole body.  The look on Mark's face
told me he had noticed it and was pleased with himself.  He tongued my
hole, probing in the center.  Gently, his tongue felt it's way inside.
Jolts of electricity surged from his tongue - through my balls and dick -
and straight into my brain.  I knew his tongue was only inside me an inch
or two - but it felt like ten.  The pupil was getting straight A's so far.
     Mark continued to fuck me with his tongue.  My cock was almost fully
erect - again!  It was throbbing pleasantly, and unfortunately, making it
hard for me to see the mirror.  Mark's tongue probed and drew back, time
after time.  It was almost too much to take - but I wasn't about to tell
him to stop.
     By turning the mirror, I could see that Mark's young dick was already
hard.  Pre cum glistened on the head.  Mark, almost reluctantly, released
his tongue lock on my anus and readied himself to enter.  He rose up on his
knees and slid forward until his pink, shiny head was at my opening.  He
pushed his dick against my anus - and encountering little resistance -
slowly buried himself to the hilt.  He placed one hand under each of my
thighs for balance.  He started to move in and out, drawing back until his
head barely rested in my anus then sliding forward to bury it again.
     As he pumped, he was watching his penis slide in and out.  Studying
it; as if the teacher was going to ask questions when it was all over.  He
continued pumping.  No urgency yet.  He was feeling pleasure and so was I.
Using my sphincter and whatever muscles I possessed inside me, I attempted
to squeeze and stroke him as he slid through my passage.  As he stroked, I
loosened and tightened.  He had found just the right speed at which I could
squeeze his little member and stroke it with my ass muscles.  The exertion
of my efforts was causing me to sweat profusely - that and the awkward
position I was trying to hold.
     "Wow, this feels awesome," he said.
     I noticed that his stroke was increasing in speed; in time with the
increase in his breathing rate.  As he breathed more quickly, he sped up
his strokes to match.  If he kept this up much longer - I was going to
shoot a load of cum into my own mouth.  I squeezed tighter, trying to bring
as much pressure onto his little organ as was physically possible.
     He pumped faster.  He pumped harder; slamming his hips into mine as he
lunged into me.  I had to hang on a little longer.  I was in agony -
wanting so badly to cum - and wanting to delay it.  This little bugger -
make that buggerer was making me so hot.  He pumped wildly now; throwing
his head back and moaned at the moon, just visible through the sun roof.
     I was amazed at my raging cock.  I was a teen the last time it had
this many erections in one night.  I don't know whether it was Mark
stroking inside me.  Whether it was watching him in the mirror sliding back
and forth between my cheeks.  Or whether it was the look of pure passion on
his face - staring at the roof but seeing nothing.  Whatever it was had lit
a fire in my groin that threatened to consume me entirely.
     Mark's young legs were becoming shaky.  His body was quivering in
anticipation of his impending orgasm.  His breathing was very loud;
gasping; panting.  Mark started to pump as fast as his tanned legs and hips
would propel him.  He was not a big 14 year old - probably not five feet
tall - but he looked tiny between my huge legs and massive butt.
     His breathing came in gasps.  His head was wobbling on his neck.  His
eyes were slits in his face as he squeezed his whole life force into this
orgasm.  My boy was cumming.
     He slammed hard into me.  I could feel his sperm release inside of me
- warm and wet - but not a whole lot of it - after his previous orgasms, I
was surprised he had any left at all.  As he pumped his seed into me, I
squeezed and stroked him with my ass.  I milked the last of his semen from
his dick.  I felt so good watching him.  Enjoying him as he experienced
this new pleasure that was sweeping over his body in waves.  The tension of
his body as he focused all his energy into driving his young sperm into my
waiting rectum.  I received his gift and loved him for it.  With one final
thrust, he moaned and fell forward onto my body - crushing my swollen nuts
in the process.  He lay there on my swollen cock, massaging it gently with
the rise and fall of his lungs inside his warm, naked chest.
     As he recovered and his breathing became normal, he also became aware
of my erection throbbing under him.  He raise himself up to look at it.
     In his best baby talk, he asked it, "is daddy's big soldier feeling
left out.  Is he lonely?  Does he want a kiss?"
     He didn't wait for an answer, he started at the base of my ball sac.
He licked back down to my anus.
     "Mmmmm, that tastes good," he cooed.
     Remembering the mirror, I looked down and watched as he licked a few
drops of his cum that had leaked from my hole.  This attention to my ass
was almost too much for my dick.  It let out a little spit.  I grabbed it
firmly at the base.  I held on tightly until my impending orgasm backed
off.
     "If you want some of this, you better leave the appetizers alone and
get to the main course," I rasped.  "It's not going to wait much longer.
Your big penis in my bum really turned me on."
     He left my ass and moved up to my dick.  He licked the remnants of my
partial orgasm from my red head.  He concentrated his efforts on licking
and sucking my piss slit, the ridge around my flared head, and on the shaft
just underneath and behind the head.
  He licked.  He sucked, he took gentle little nips with his teeth.
     This was too much for me.  I had been holding back for so long - the
floodgates were about to open.  Mark sensed my impending missile launch and
brought his mouth onto my engorged head.  He slid his mouth down on it as
far as he could go.  He couldn't take all seven inches but he was trying.
He choked as he caught the first blast of my hot cum.  He was almost to the
base of my cock when I blasted into his throat.  He choked and gagged,
bringing his mouth completely off of me.  The next two shots blasted him in
the face.  As my dick started to relax a bit, the last two shots hit me in
the face.
     Recovering, Mark slipped his mouth back onto my head and took the last
few week shots into his mouth.  We were both bathed in sweat - our faces
dripping with my cum.  I took his face in my hand, licking him clean.  He
returned the favor.  We shared this tongue bath between us until nothing
remained of my errant shots.  I brought his mouth to mine and kissed him
deeply.  Between kisses, I whispered, "thank you my love."  I was rewarded
with a beatific smile.  An angel rested on my chest.  We lay like this,
whispering our deepest thoughts to each other. We were as two young lovers;
sated by our efforts; enjoying each others presence as much as we had
enjoyed making love.  I looked at my watch.  It was 3:30 a.m.  Time to get
dressed.  The night was almost at an end.
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     Not wanting to leave me, Mark slid his naked body onto my lap and
hugged me.  We held each other tightly; feeling our warmth and our beating
hearts.  We talked a bit.  I told him that I loved him and he told me that
he loved me.  I told him that I wanted to stay in his life as much as
possible.
     We needed to start getting dressed.
     "Come on Mark, time to cover your beautiful body with some clothes.
Your Mom is probably waiting up for you," I said reluctantly.
     "Aw, do I have to," returned Mark.  I didn't have to answer him.
     I took some serviettes and some bottled water for the bar.  I wet the
napkins and cleaned the last vestiges of my juices from Mark's young body -
memorizing every line, every curve.  I would need these memories to survive
past this night.
     All clean - we started to dress.
     "Guess what," I said!
     "What?"
     "I get to tie your tie, again.  Isn't that how this all got started,"
I answered.
     He grinned and blushed a little.  Fully dressed, I made my way back to
the driver's seat.  Mark followed.
     "I don't think it is a good idea for you to be sitting beside me when
we get home," I said.
     "You can stop a block from my house and I can get in the back," Mark
countered.
     "O.K.," I relented.
     He slipped into the front seat and snuggled next to me, my right arm
held tightly around him.  We talked some more - made a few promises to each
other - and then we were there.  Mark slipped out and got into the back.
He looked so tiny as I eyed him in my rear view mirror.  The rear seat was
a long way back.
     We arrived at his house.  I got out and held the door for him.  I
handed him my card with my cell phone number on it.  I took my pen and
scribbled my home phone number.  He looked up at me.  I knew what was going
through his mind - the same thoughts were in mine.  I wanted to take him
into my arms and kiss him.  But, for obvious reasons, it didn't happen.  He
walked to his front door; opened it quietly; and took one last glance at me
before he slipped inside.
     I stood there - a minute - five minutes - ten - I don't know how long.
I turned and got into the car.  I put it into gear and backed out of the
driveway - but not out of Mark's life.
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The end of Part Four.  For all of you who have asked - there will be a part
five - Mark's Story.