Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 22:34:34 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark At Midnight - Part Five

The usual disclaimers and warnings - if you are under 18 or would be
offended by the fictional depiction of sex between an adult male and a teen
boy - please leave now.

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Mark At Midnight - Part Five - Mark's Story

     Hi, it's Mark.  The next part of our story is mainly about me - so I
guess I am the best one to tell it.
     After leaving the Limo on that warm October night, I entered the
house.  Mom was waiting for me.  She asked me a couple of questions about
my night and then shooed me off to bed.  I reached the top of the stair's
and headed for the bathroom.  I suddenly had an urgent need to pee.  The
warm stream of piss leaving my dink gave me a nice feeling.  I left the
bathroom and entered my room.  I closed the door behind me and proceeded to
peel off my fancy duds - struggling for a moment with the tie.
     Naked, I lay on top of the bed.  Usually I would have worn PJ's but
after my time with Dave, being naked seemed O.K.  My mind was filled with a
thousand different thoughts and sensations.  Fortunately, my body was tired
and I was quickly asleep.
     I awoke to someone giggling.  It was my sister Melissa.
     "Marks got a boner," she sang.  "Mark's got a boner."
     I realized that I was lying on my bed with no clothes on and my penis
was pointing toward the ceiling.  I quickly covered myself.
     "Get out of here," I yelled.
     Taking the hint, she went through the bathroom into her room.  Our
bedrooms were separated by a bathroom that we shared.  There was a door at
each side of it so that one could lock the other one out.  I headed for the
bathroom.  Melissa had not closed the door to her room.  She was standing
just outside the bathroom looking at me.  I rushed forward, slamming the
door in her face.  How embarrassing, my 15 year old sister had seen me
naked - and with a boner.  I quickly showered.  Sometimes I jerked off in
the shower but not today.  I dried myself off and went back to lay on my
bed.
     I thought about last night.  It felt good to remember all that Dave
and I had shared.  I loved how close we were with each other.  Would I ever
get that close to someone else?  After a while of this reverie, I dressed
and headed down for breakfast - actually it was lunch time.
     After lunch, I went into the rec. room to watch some T.V.  Melissa was
there, talking on the phone.  Mom was out shopping.  When Melissa got off
the phone, she came over and stood in front of me.
     "Where were you last night," she snarled.
     "What do you mean," I stammered.
     "I just talked to Mike, and his brother told him that you dropped all
the kids off at midnight.  What did you do until four?"  Mike was Melissa's
boyfriend.
     "I, uh............I went to a party.  I was invited but they didn't
want any of the other kids there," I replied, trying to think fast.
     "I'm telling Mom when she gets back."
     "You better not, or I'll tell Mom what you and Mike do down here when
she's not home," I laughed.  I had her now.
     "We don't do anything," she said.
     "Sure, I see all that moving around under the blanket when you guys
lay on the couch.  You guys are feeling each other up."
     She stormed out of the room, cursing, "you little bastard!"
     I knew I was safe.  But I decided to have a talk with Mom, just in
case.
     When Mom came home, I helped her carry in her bags.  Melissa was on
the phone again.  I asked Mom if we could go up to her room and talk.  I
always felt comfortable there.  We went upstairs; entered her room; and I
closed the door.
     "What is it, baby," she asked?  I hated being called "baby".
     I explained to her some of what had happened last night.  I told her
about the long talks I'd had with Dave, the Limo driver.  She looked a
little confused but I continued on.  I told her that for a long time I had
missed Dad and how much it hurt me.  I had needed someone to talk to -
things I couldn't talk to her about.  I told her that I had asked him to
drop the kids off early and then we went and sat in a mall parking lot and
talked.  I guess she felt that a public place like that was safe as she
didn't question it.
     I reminded her of how I had not cried when Dad died and how I had not
cried since.  She was well aware of this and never understood it.
     "But the greatest thing of all is that last night, I cried.  Sitting
talking to Dave reminded me of talking to my Dad.  I balled my eyes out.  I
don't know how long I cried but it was a long time.  And when I finished -
I felt better."
     Mom couldn't say a word.  The tears were flowing down her cheeks and
she hugged me to her.  We cried together, holding each other.  We cried
until there were no more tears left inside.
     Mom was the first to speak.  "I am so happy, Mark.  You have needed to
release the sorrow inside of you for along time.  I have always felt that
it was crippling your life.  That it was holding you back and making you
withdrawn.  Until now, we have never been able to have a talk like this.
You would never let me inside to your true feelings."
     "And talking to Dave brought this all out of you....amazing," she
said.
     I explained to her that I had even asked Dave to be my dad and that he
had said no.  He said he would never try to replace Dad.  He said he would
always be there for me - if I needed him.  He gave me his phone number - I
pulled the card from my night table and showed it to her.  She stared at
the card.  "What an amazing man," she said.
     She didn't know the half of it!
     The next few months passed slowly.  There was school.  There was time
spent with friends at the park after school.  Visiting back and forth at
each others houses - playing video games.  Helping each other with
homework.
     And there were the phone calls.  I called Dave so many times that he
had to get a different plan for his cell phone.  We talked about so many
things that I can't remember them all.  Whenever I had a problem, or felt
down or sad - Dave was only 11 numbers away.  Maybe I didn't have a dad
living under my roof; but I had the next best thing.  Dave was always happy
to hear my voice, but sad when we had to hang up.
     One day, I called him and he had a surprise for me.  My Mom had called
him.  I couldn't believe it.
     "What did she say," I blurted out?
     "She told me about the talk you two had shared.  She told me about the
remarkable changes in you since that night.  She said you were more
confident - didn't spend as much time alone in your room - and were doing
better at school.  I am so proud of you son," he said.
     I was glad he couldn't see my face.  The tears were streaming down my
cheeks.  I was crying because I was so happy.
     "What else did she say," I wanted to know.
     "Well, she said that whenever I was in your area, and had some time to
spare.............I was welcome to stop by the house and visit."
     I couldn't believe my ears and asked when he was coming.
     "Soon," Dave replied.
     We said our goodbyes.  I had not felt this warm since I spent the
night in Dave's Limo.
     Dave showed up that weekend.  He had a Saturday run to the Airport and
had a few hours to kill before his next pick-up.  He had called me to tell
me he was coming.
  When the Limo pulled into the driveway, I was out in a flash.  As he
exited the car, I threw my arms around him and kissed him on the mouth.  I
knew this was safe as the garage blocked us from a direct view of the
house.  Of course, the neighbors were another matter.  But I didn't care.
     Dave spent the next few hours talking to me; talking to my Mom; and
joining me in some video games.  Mom made us lunch and we all sat at the
kitchen table.  I couldn't help but think that we were just like a normal
family.
     The time passed quickly and before I knew it, Dave was gone again.  I
could still taste his mouth where we had kissed.
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     It was now Christmas.  Dave had worked Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
- driving rich people around from party to party.  He did manage to stop by
for an hour Christmas morning.  I was excited and showed him my presents.
I don't even remember what I got.  I do remember the small gift wrapped box
he handed me.  I opened it and found the most beautiful watch.  I put it on
and showed it off to Mom and Melissa.  Dave showed me the inscription on
the back.  It read:
     "To Mark From Dave, Friends Forever" and his phone underneath.  He
said that was to remind me that I could call him, no matter what the time
was.  And then he left.  I felt real bad - I hadn't gotten him anything.
     The next few months were a turning point in my life.  In January,
several things happened that showed me that I was definitely gay.  And, in
June, I would be 15.
     Event One happened on the first Saturday in January of the new
millenium.  I was home alone.  Melissa and Mom were out shopping.  Beth
called and she wanted to come over.
     When she arrived, I showed her in.  She wanted to go up to my room -
very strange as she had never been there before.  We entered, locked the
door and sat on the bed.
     "I am worried," she said, "about us.  You have been avoiding me
lately.
  In fact, ever since the semi-formal.  We have only dated a couple of
times and you always seemed to want to get it over with as fast as
possible.  We hang out with friends sometimes but you are always more
interested in them than in me.  You've changed and I can't figure out why."
     I looked at her, knowing full well how I had changed and why.
     Uncomfortable with my silence, she whispered, "I think we should make
love to see if you really do care for me."
     Knock me over with a feather.  I was suddenly very scared.  My hair
was standing up on my head.  "You want to what," I stammered,
"here....now?"
     "Yes, silly, I want us to make love - here and now.
     My mind was careening in all directions.  Before I had met Dave, my
sex life had consisted of the occasional jerk off in the shower.  I had
probably only jerked off a half a dozen times until that night.  Since
then, I jerked off at least once a day.  I had so many wonderful memories
that I had no trouble finding the inspiration.  My favorite was jerking off
in front of the full length mirror.  Watching my nude body and my erect
penis (I still can't bring myself to use "dick" or "cock") sent chills
through my body.  I always came hardest watching my image doing the same
thing.  I usually shot my cum all over the mirror.
     Now here was Beth sitting on my bed wanting me to make love to her.
Up until know, we had kissed; we had touched each others bodies through or
under our clothes.  She had never touched my penis, except for once, and
that was through my pants.  I had never touched her vagina.  Now we were
going all the way.
     I think I knew how.  I had pestered Dave with questions about sex and
he had answered them all.  I guess I had no other choice but to go all the
way.
     I started to take off my shirt.  Beth removed her sweater.  Her white
bra looked cool against her tanned skin.  I finished taking off my shirt
and was naked from the waist up.  I pulled off my pants.  Beth removed her
jeans.  We sat there in our underwear, looking at each other.  I leaned
over and gave her a peck on the mouth.  I moved away, watching for a
reaction.  She didn't seen to be changing her mind.
     I reached my arms around her and managed to undo her bra after a
couple of tries.  I pulled it forward and it slipped free of her breasts.
They were as large as any I had seen in any of my friends "secret"
magazines.  I brought my fingers to her nipples - remembering the feel of
Dave's fingers on mine.  I drew circles around them.  She closed her eyes
and lay back on the bed.  Her nipples got hard as I fingered them.  I lay
down beside her and let may fingers play all over her upper body.
     Eventually I had touched every part of her and had to move on to
something else.  Beth seemed to be getting excited.
     I wrestled her white panties off her hips and down her ankles.  Wow,
she had more hair than I did.  I pulled my underpants down and stepped out
of them.  I remembered Dave telling me about foreplay and that you had to
get a girl really excited before you entered her.
     I spread her legs a little.  I traced my fingers from her belly button
to her mound.  The hair was not soft like mine - it was more wiry - a lot
like Dave's.  I pushed her thighs up, resting her feet flat on the bed.  I
could now see the slit surrounded by hair.  I started to finger the
opening.  Dave had told me about the clit and I found it.  I took it
between my fingers - rolling it - stroking it - and teasing it.  She
moaned.  She started to move her hips up and down.
  I kept stroking her clit with one hand and stroked her creamy thighs with
the other.  She was bouncing on the bed - and I had a neat feeling of being
in control.  A shudder ran through her body and she tightened her thighs
around my hand.
     I waited until she relaxed her grip.  It was time to put my mouth to
work.  I buried it in her bush - finding her slit - running my tongue up
and down it.  I opened her slit with my fingers and pushed my tongue
against her clit.  From the pressure of her legs on my head, I think she
came again.  When she relaxed, I was able to lick her clit and give her a
few more orgasms.  The pressure when she crushed my head with her thighs
was painful.
     When I felt that she'd had enough - her legs were staying together
longer and longer - I thought it was time to put my penis inside her
vagina.  I opened her legs again.  The hair around her slit was quite wet
and matted.  I positioned myself on the bed between her legs.  There was
just one problem - my penis was soft.
     I reached down and tried to rub it into erection.  Beth realized
something was not right.  She sat up enough to get a look at my limp penis.
She reached down and started rubbing me.  She pushed me into a standing
position; sat up; and took my penis in her mouth.  I closed my eyes.  The
movement of her mouth up and down on my shaft was working.  I was getting
hard.  But to tell the truth - the reason I was getting hard - I was
thinking of my night with Dave.
     When she thought I was hard enough, she released me and lay down on
the bed.  I leaned forward and aimed for the slit.  Whoops, I was soft
again.  Beth's five more tries at sucking my penis produced no results.  I
would get hard.  As soon as I went to enter her, I went limp.  Even
thinking about Dave would not do the trick.
     I was being given the chance to make love to a beautiful girl.  Every
boys dream I thought.  And, I couldn't do it.  I must be gay.  The word
scared me a bit.  I didn't want to be gay.  At school, if anyone said you
were gay - you got picked on - and quickly lost all your friends.  At
least, as long as I was bi-sexual, like Dave, I wasn't gay.  But to be
bi-sexual, you had to like doing it with girls - and it seemed like I
didn't.  I must be gay.
     Beth tired of her attempts.  She dressed quietly.  She told me that
what she had thought was true.  If I cared for her, I would be able to make
love to her.  She left my room, saying that we should not see each other
again.
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     The second event was later in January.  I had noticed a new boy at
school after the New Year.  He was in some of my classes including gym.  He
was from England.  His name was William.  I never noticed him much until
gym.  Several times I caught him eyeing me in the shower.  Each time I
returned his gaze - he looked away.  A few seconds later; there he was
staring at me again.  I started to get a boner - every boys worst nightmare
in the shower room.  I grabbed my towel, covered myself and left.  This
went on for a couple of weeks.
     It was Friday afternoon.  Gym was the last class of the day.  We were
done showering, but not before William had stared me into another boner.  I
dried and dressed quickly.  At that moment my gym teacher came in.  I need
two volunteers to clean up the equipment room after school.
     "You," he said, pointing at me.
     "And you," he repeated, pointing at William who was emerging from the
showers.
     "I will call your parents and let them know you will be late.  Do a
good job, now."  With that he left the locker room.
     When all the boys were gone William and I looked at each other.  He
broke the ice first.
     "I'm William," he said, "and your Mark, right."
     "Yes," I answered, somewhat tongue tied.
     "You can call me Wills.  That's what they called me over home."
     I didn't answer.  I looked at him.  He was my height and build.  He
had red hair and a pale complexion.  He looked like he hadn't seen much
sun.  He had a nice face - not really handsome - but not ugly either.  I
assumed he was 14 as he was in my class.  He wore a plain white T-shirt and
blue jeans over Nike sneakers.
     "Let's go," he said, breaking the silence.  "We've got work to do.
     I followed him to the equipment room.  It was a fairly large room.
There were double doors leading into it.  It was located on the opposite
corner of the gym from the locker room area.  As we entered, the smell was
overpowering.  There was sweat odors, wood odors from the risers and
vaulting equipment, and an overpowering rubber smell from the many
basketball and volleyballs.  Most of this stuff was on the floor instead of
in the racks.  We started picking up.  This was going to take a while.
While we worked, William.....Wills talked in a steady stream.  I don't
think he stopped for a breath.  He told me about his home in England; his
hobbies; the sports he liked; his family; everything.  I let out the odd
grunt to acknowledge him but didn't answer back.
     I heard Wills suggest that we take off our shirts as it was getting
hot.  He slipped his over his head.  Seeing his bare chest, I removed my
shirt as well.  We stood their looking at each others chest.  I couldn't
help but wander down to his jeans.  He had a pretty good lump there.  In
all the time I had seen him in the shower, I had never looked at his dick
and now I wondered what it looked like.  When I looked up at his face, he
was smiling.  I blushed, knowing that he knew what I had been looking at.
     He approached me and placed a finger on my left nipple.  He pinched it
gently.  He did the same with the other one.  He bent his head down and
started licking and sucking my hard nipples.
     "You don't mind, do you," I heard him ask?  I didn't need to answer.
My fingers were gripping his red hair and pulling him down harder on my
nipples.  My penis started to get hard.  He worked on my nipples for a
while and then moved his mouth to mine.  We kissed.  His tongue darted into
my mouth and mine chased it back into his.  I was getting very hot.  I was
burning up.
     Without warning, he pulled away.  He said that we should get on with
the job before we got into trouble.  I stood there, breathless - watching
him pick up the equipment.  He turned and smiled at me.  I thought I heard
him say "later" but I wasn't quite sure.
     When we were done, we put on our shirts.  We found the gym teacher;
and after he checked our work; we were allowed to leave.  We went to our
lockers, got our coats and jackets and left the building.  I was surprised
when we headed in the same direction.  He talked some more on the way home,
but I was not listening.  We continued in the same direction.  When I
reached my house I stopped - he was still with me.
     "Aren't you going home," I asked?
     "Yeah, it's just around the corner," he replied in his English accent.
"Do you think you can come over to my house tonight?  My folks will be out
until 1 or 2 in the morning.  We could watch something on the telly, or
play Nintendo.  It will be fun."
     I hesitated, kind of embarrassed that I had to go ask my mom.  I
didn't know Wills at all, but something told me I needed to get to know him
better.
     "Just a minute and I'll see if we have any other plans," I answered.
I dashed into the house and returned in about a minute.  "It's O.K..  We
aren't doing anything else. Where do you live?"
     "Follow me and I'll show you."  We walked around the bend - his house
was a big one similar to mine.  I said I would be over at six and we said
our goodbyes.  I had butterflies in my stomach on the way home.  I rushed
through supper and went and grabbed a shower.  For some reason, I wanted to
be clean - and I didn't want to masturbate.  Maybe later.  I dressed in
white underpants, jeans and a plain white T-shirt just like Wills.  At five
to six, I left the house and was at his door in a few seconds.  I rang the
bell.
     Wills met me, dressed as he was at school.  He invited me inside and
hung up my coat.  I asked to use his phone.  I called my Mom, gave her
Wills' phone number and told her I would be home on time.  We went down to
the rec. room and he turned on some cartoons.
  We sat on the couch with a large gap between us.
     "I hope I wasn't too bold this afternoon.  I mean, I don't usually do
that to a stranger.  But, after seeing you in the shower, I sort of thought
you might like it."
     I didn't really want to admit that I enjoyed it.  But I had.  He asked
me if I wanted a drink, and I nodded my head.  He got us a couple of Cokes
from the bar fridge.  When he sat down again, he was right next to me.
     We drank our Cokes and watched the T.V.  He asked me if I wanted to
watch an adult movie.  Wanting to sound cool, I said sure.  He went to a
book shelf and fished a tape from behind some books.  He put it in the VCR
and pressed play.  He came and sat next to me - putting his arm around me.
The movie started.  I had never seen anything like it.
     A young guy in T-shirt and cut-offs knocked at the door, collecting
money for his newspaper deliveries.  A young Oriental guy comes to the door
and invites him in.  He sits on the couch while the other guy goes to get
the money.  As he sits there he picks up a magazine.  It has naked guys in
it.  He starts to rub his penis through his shorts.  It is so humungous
that it is soon sticking out the bottom.  He tries to cover up as the other
guy comes back.  This is impossible due to its length and hardness.  Seeing
this, the guy asks him if he wants a tip.  The young guy says yes and the
other guy removes his shorts.  He starts sucking on it.  The rest of the
movie is.........well, the same as what Dave and I did together.
     The movie is making me hot.  Wills is caressing my shoulder; the back
of my neck; up into my hair.  He asks if he can take off my shirt.  I
didn't answer, just raised my arms.  He pulled it over my head.  He started
to pinch and rub my nipples, then finding them with his mouth.  He licked
all over my chest and down to the top of my pants.
     I reached over and pulled on his shirt.  He helped me take it off.
Will's chest is so white.  So pale next to mine.  I attack his nipples.  I
don't think he expected this from me.  Little did he know that I was not a
virgin.  I licked and kissed him all over.  Reaching his pants, I undid
them, spreading them open.  I reached in and pulled his erect penis through
the slit in his underwear.  It sprang out bobbing up and down.  I massaged
it with my fingers and he groaned.  I slipped off the couch and knelt at
his feet.  I tugged his pants and underpants down and off in one tug.  He
was naked - pale white like ivory.  He had a few freckles amidst the
strands of red hair on his chest.  His pubic hair was thickening and
spreading - red like the hair on his head - but not yet fully developed -
he had more than me.
     Without waiting, I cupped his balls in my hand and rubbed then gently.
I took them in my mouth, rolling them and flicking them with my tongue.  I
pushed his legs up and licked him down to his brown asshole.  He moaned
loudly.  I pushed my tongue past his tight ring and into his ass.  This was
a lot tighter than Dave's.  I suspected no one had ever been here before
me.  I probed with my tongue as far in as it would go.  I tasted him.  It
wasn't the greatest taste in the world, but I could live with it.  Besides,
he smelled so good down here.
      I removed my tongue and licked my way back to his nuts.  I gave them
another bath.  I licked the underside of his penis all the way to his head.
My own penis was throbbing between my legs.  It needed some attention.  I
stripped off my jeans and underwear and pulled him to the floor onto his
back.  I got on top of him so that my mouth was over his penis - and my
penis was over his mouth.  Later on I learned that this was a 69.
     As I resumed my licking of his penis, he took mine into his mouth and
sucked on it.  The feeling of sucking while being sucked was so intense - I
didn't know what to concentrate on.  I swallowed his five inch penis into
my throat, trying to get it into my stomach.  I could feel him moaning
around my hardness.  The noise made a strange vibration in his mouth and
felt fantastic.  As I sucked and swallowed him, I massaged his nuts.  It
wasn't long before I knew he was cumming.  He stopped sucking on me (no
fair) and concentrated on his own feelings.  He shot into my mouth five
times in all.  His cum coated my mouth and throat.  It was sweet, not
salty.  Dave said that mine tasted like honey.  Maybe that's what all boy
cum tastes like.
     I swallowed the last of his sperm, holding him in my mouth until he
softened.  I lifted up on my hands so that my hips were raised above his
face.  I started to do push ups.  As my dick reached his mouth, he took it
in.  I drove downward making love to................no, I was fucking his
face.  I suddenly realized, this was sex not love.
     I drove deeply and stroked
back..........stroking....stroking.....stroking.  I was nearing the moment
I had been waiting for.  I came in his mouth.  I think this may have been a
first for him because he gagged a lot and lost most of my cum down the
sides of his face.  When I could come no more, I flipped around and licked
the cum from his face - and kissed him a few times.  I lay down beside him.
     "You little slut," he said, "you practically raped me. When you came
here tonight, I thought I was going to have to seduce you.  I thought we
would jerk off a couple of times and that would be all. I have never felt
anything like this in my life.  My friends and I have jerked each other off
a few times, but we never did anything like this.  This was fucking "A",
man."  I didn't know what a slut was.  But, if a slut did what we had just
done - then I was a slut and proud of it.
     After a few minutes, I suggested a shower to cool us down a little.
We headed up the stairs, leaving the movie playing - totally ignored.
                    ***********************

     Once upstairs, Wills and I headed for the bathroom.  Wills opened the
large, glass enclosed shower stall and started the water.  When it was
warm, he stepped in.
     "Aren't you coming in," he asked?
     "Just a minute," I replied.
     I looked in the medicine cabinet, found what I was looking for and set
it on the counter.  I stepped into the warm shower.  The sharp sprays of
water felt great on my body - but not as nice as when Wills started to soap
me.  He started at my feet, covering my body in a thick, fragrant lather.
He soaped my cock (hey, I actually used the word) and my tight ball sac.
He soaped my round ass cheeks, not venturing too far into the crack.  He
soaped up my back - along my shoulders and around onto my chest - spending
a lot of time on my hard nipples.  He seemed to like them a lot.
     It was my turn to soap him.  I was hard, again, while his little man
was just starting to perk up.  I was going to change that in a hurry.  I
did not follow the same path he did.  I left his cock (there I go again)
and his tight buns until last.  I soaped his cock and balls until his cock
was as hard as mine.  I went around behind him.  I pushed his hands forward
to the wall and moved his feet back - just like I was a cop about to frisk
him.
     I reached both hands forward between his legs and took his balls
between my palms.  I rolled them back and forth.  They slid and slipped
between my palms as I massaged them I could tell by his moans that he
really liked this.  I let his sac loose and ran my hands through his crack,
my fingertips caressing his hole as they went past.  A shudder ran through
him.  I soaped his asshole and my fingers at the same time.  Before he knew
what happened, I had slipped my middle finger into him as far as it would
go.  I worked it around and must have hit a sensitive spot.  I had to
steady him as his knees started to buckle.
     I worked my finger in and out and then replaced it with two fingers.
I massaged his insides, soaping them as I did so.  The shudders had control
of his body.  I massaged him deeply and he moaned even deeper.  I tried for
a third finger but I didn't want to stretch him too far or hurt him.
     I removed my fingers and rinsed the soap from between his pale white
cheeks.  Hey, there were even freckles on his butt.  I knelt down and
started to stick my tongue in him again.  I reached back between his legs
and took his hard cock in between my palms.  I rolled it and stroked it.  I
slid my palms up and down it, drawing his skin up over the head and back
down the shaft again.  I dug my tongue into his butt as far as it would go.
I felt him tighten around me.  He was almost crying out now.  He was
cumming.  His juices shot into my hands, making them even more slippery.
His tight hole flexed around my tongue.  He pumped into my hands and
finally collapsed in a heap on top of me.  It felt great to be able to make
another boy cum like this.
     I rinsed off the remaining soap as I helped him up off the floor of
the shower stall.  He managed to step out of the stall.  I got a towel and
partially dried the two of us.  I asked him to lead us to his bedroom.  As
we left the bathroom, I grabbed the bottle of Vaseline I had left on the
counter and followed his cute white butt down the hall.
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     He switched on his bedroom light and collapsed on the bed.  I lay
beside him for a few minutes until my throbbing cock urged me into action.
I asked him if anyone had ever fucked him before.
     "What do you mean," he asked?
     "Well, that's when someone sticks their penis in your bum hole and
rubs it back and forth," I answered.
     "No, no one has ever done that but I guess I........I am willing to
try it.  Does it hurt?"
     "I won't hurt you," I said.
     "How do we do it," he asked?
     "I'll show you."
     With his help , I stretched him out on his back on the bed.  I
stretched his legs apart, raising his knees up as far as they would go.  I
took the jar of vaseline from the night stand and took a glob of it on my
fingers.  I greased his asshole, sliding two fingers in slowly.  I wanted
him slippery so it didn't hurt him.  I didn't want to deter him from
wanting to try it again.
     When he was well greased, I greased my stiff cock.  I slid forward
until my pink head was at his brown hole.  I pushed gently until my head
disappeared.  It was tight.  Very tight.  He held my head in his grip, his
ring tightening around me.  Now I know why Dave had laughed at me.  This
was definitely a better fit.
     I slipped in slowly.  He showed no outward reaction - other than a
steadily hardening cock.  (I was getting to like that word).  I reached
bottom, my balls pressed against his warm cheeks.  I was content to hold
myself in this position.  His butt muscles were doing something to my cock
and it felt real good.
     I started to pull back out.  Reaching my head, I pushed back in again.
No reaction other than the bobbing of his dick.  I proceeded to make slow
gentle strokes back and forth.  He was so tight and so warm, I felt right
at home.
     Actually, the tightness was starting to get to me.  I had to keep
pausing in mid-stroke to stop myself from coming so soon.  I saw the pre
cum on the end of Wills' dick.  As someone else had taught me, I rubbed my
finger across his slit; gathering his pre cum and held it to his lips.  His
tongue darted out and he tasted it.  He must have liked it as he took my
finger into his mouth and cleaned it off.
     I couldn't hold my orgasm back any longer.  I pumped hard into him a
few times; banging my nuts into his ass until I came.  When I shot the
first time, the look on his face told me he had felt it gush inside of him.
As I continued to pump and flood his bum with my cum, I grabbed his cock.
I stroked it hard a few times and he shot onto his chest.  I slipped out of
his ass and went to his chest.  I licked his cum off his nipples and fed
him some on my finger tips.  He took all that I was prepared to give him.
Between the two of his, there was not a drop left.  I started to slide off
beside him.  No, one more job to do.
     I returned to his butt hole.  I pushed a finger inside.  I pulled some
of my cum from inside and fed it to Wills.  I pushed my tongue into him and
gathered all the juice I could find.  My work done, I collapsed at his
side.  I lay there thinking - you're gay man - like it or not, you're
definitely gay.  We both fell into a deep sleep.  I am sure our dreams were
about naked young boys.

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The end of Part Five.  Mark, Wills and Dave will return in Part Six.  Stay
tuned.