Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:35:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt
Subject: My Love for Mark

Chapter One


My neighbor Mark has had a tough go these last couple of weeks. He came out
to his parents, who immediately told him that as soon as he is 18 he is out
of their house. It seems as if they are, um, a little intolerant.

It was a hot summer day; I was sitting in the backyard, near the hot tub. I
just had on a pair of boardies, pretty much my summer attire when I am not
working. I heard the gate squeak and I see beautiful 15YO Mark. The summer
has been good to his body. He has shoulder-long brown hair, but as summer
goes on it bleaches out to a blonde. He is very slender, almost too much
so, but his pug-nose and flat tummy make up for any skinniness. He walks
with the ease of a young, trim body, he is athletic, doing anything
physical with ease, but he never puts that in front of his charm and
personality. It's just something he can do.

 He had a crushed look on his face, so I just said "Hi, bud", and he sat
down next to me.

This happens often, as he does not feel he can approach his parents about
issues, so he approaches me. He just stared down onto the concrete, with
his hands clasped together between his legs.

I wrap my arm around his slender waist, he is moist with sweat. The young
man next to me kind of collapses into my arms, as we sit together on my
loveseat. I bury my face in his long hair, my face in the crook of his
neck. He reaches out and holds my hand.

"What happened, Mark?"  I whisper. Slowly, I can feel his chest start to
heave, and this young man, turns into a 10 year old boy. I feel hot tears
running down my chest.

"Just let it out, Mark, let it out"... I whisper, which starts a flood of
crying and tears.  I hold him tighter, never wanting to let him go.

After a while, he started to slow down the tears, and he got very still. I
think he drifted off to sleep for a few minutes. His breathing was deep and
regular, and his heart, which I could feel beating, slowed down a notch or
two.

An hour passed, and Mark was just sleeping in my arms. We have always been
close.

Although he never asked, I think he knew I was gay, and that is why he felt
comfortable talking about issues with me. We talked about sex, and when it
was right, we talked about the struggles he was going to have in life. We
never guessed his parents reaction, which overwhelmed him.

I noticed he was a late bloomer, his legs and arms just now getting coarser
hair. He has muscled up a bit, probably from being a lifeguard down at the
clubhouse pool. I'll bet he ends up being 6 foot tall when he is all done
growing up. He will make someone a great partner in life.


Mark started to stir, so I just continued to hold him till he woke up. A
little bleary-eyed, he finally woke up from his nap, feeling a little
drained.

"Sorry about that, Matt", he said "For what, man, that is what I'm here
for!", I said.

"What happened, was it your Mom and Dad again?"

"No! That's what has me so mad; I was shooting hoops out on the street with
some of my classmates, you know playing `horse', when I beat them. Then
Taylor said `not bad for a fag', and they all left." he told me in spurts,
the words too hard to say.

"Did you come out to anyone in school? I thought we had talked that you
were going to wait on that". I said.

"No, nobody just to you and Mom and Dad" he said.

"Well either their gaydar is working, or your parents said something, but
it doesn't matter what said what, we just have to deal with it" I gently
said, knowing it was his parents way of trying to put pressure on Mark to
be normal.

I gently kissed his neck, and said "Mark this will all work out", not
really knowing if it would, but hoping so.

Mark looked up at me, and said, "Matt, do you like me?"

"Of course I do, Markie, I love you and would do anything for you" I said,
a little taken back by the question.

"Why do you help me out, Matt, I don't understand. My parents kicked my out
of my own house because I told them that I was gay, something that I was
born with, something that they gave me. But you never question who or what
I am. I know I can always just talk to you and sort stuff out so I know
what to do."

I bit my lip and answered "Mark, It's because I see love as blind. Do you
think I would love you less if you were straight? Trust me, man when I tell
you that I have prayed and prayed that you figured out you were straight!
Your life ahead would be so much simpler.

But I know you are gay, and that's ok with me. Just like it's OK that you
have brown hair, or that you can trust me. I don't care who you are,
because it's not the "are" that I love it's the `you'."

"Matt", he said, a little hesitantly, "I don't know how to tell you this,
but I like you a lot.

More than like, I love you. (A tortuous minute went by. ) more than
love,... I I I want you. At least I think I do. But I have never been with
anyone else, so I don't know what to do..."

"Whoa down, Mark, just a little, don't you think you are just
over-reacting". I said, now my heart was pounding.

"No, I've always known I like older guys, not that you are old or
anything. I don't like kids my age because they are soooo immature it
sucks. So I like older guys because they don't have all the crap in their
heads that my classmates do"

I could tell he had thought this through a little. It must be from when we
talked about finding that special person and falling in love "Mark, are you
saying you want to sleep with me?"

"I would like to try stuff on someone who won't make fun of me if it
doesn't work or if I don't know what to do next" he whispered. "I can't
think of somebody safer and better than the person I love and trust with
everything"

"Don't you think it's a little twisted that you want to make out with me?"
I asked.

"No, Matt, I have wanted to be with you for over a year. The thing with my
parents just pushed me over the edge."

"Markie, Markie, you know as soon as we start this, there is no going back,
and it will change our relationship forever."

"Matt, I want it to change, because it's what I want and as long as you
will always be there for me, that's all I want. That's all I ever want." he
said.

He looked up from my chest, locked into my eyes and said, "So what do we do
first?"

I looked past his eyes, straight to his soul and said "We take it slow, and
we do what comes naturally", and then I kissed his lips.


Chapter Two

The Kiss.



His lips melted into mine, him not knowing what to do next he just held me
there, kissing. I cradled his head in my hands, his hair flowing over my
hands, feeling like heaven. His breathing was erratic, kind of halting; I
could tell he was very, very horny.

He wrapped his slender arms around me, encircling my older body with his
trust and love. I felt his tongue rubbing my lips, his mouth opening now a
little more. This boy was a good kisser!

I opened my mouth some for him, his youthful tongue now darting into my
mouth. I let my hands drop down, now our limbs were entwined, my arms
wrapped around his slender waist. This intensified his kissing; now he was
probing my mouth fully with his fat tongue. It felt so good, yet felt so
bad. I was getting excited, and I really did not want him to know that yet.

We kissed for what seemed like a month, yet I knew it was only for 15 or 20
minutes. He was pretty turned on too, and didn't know what to do about
it. I had never seen Mark aroused like this, he was bigger than I would
have thought, as I could see through his gym shorts. He was straining on
them pretty hard. He eventually found one of my hands with his, and held
it.

I slid down in my lawn chair, and let Mark roll to the side of me, we had
entangled our legs together, I could feel his young hair sprouting on his
tanned legs. He had let his flip flops fall off, so he was rubbing my feet
with his, which is a real turn on to me.. I started to moan a little. Mark
opened his eyes, and said, "Matt, what did I do wrong?". I was having
trouble talking, but I managed a "God, Mark, nothing, nothing at all!". He
melted back onto my chest, his leg now draped over mine, his erection now
pressing on my belly. We still had been holding hands, when he went to
slide down to my cock. I didn't want that right now for him. I wanted to
take this really slow. I stopped his hand... He stopped kissing me and said
"What's wrong?" I could tell he really wanted to please me more than
anything else. He had a crushed look on his face.


"Markie", I said. "We need to take this slow, man."

 "But I'm soooo horny, and I love you so much, I just want to go all the
way with you.

"We will, Mark, in time, but we can't just do this so quickly." He seemed
hurt.

"Mark... have I ever lied to you?"

"No, never"

"Can you trust me?"

"Of course Matt, I trust you with everything"

"Then you have to trust me with this. We don't want to go all the way
tonight. It just wouldn't be right. I know you want to please me, and
believe me son, I want to please you with every part of my body, but we
can't rush this"

"Www Why not?"  he asked.

"Because this can kind of mess with your mind, and I don't want to do that,
just to get off tonight. Trust me Mark; this will change our relationship
forever"

"But I want it to change, I love you, don't you feel the same?"

"Of course I do, I'm making out with you, but I want this to be our first
time together, not our last"

"Do you want me to go home?" he looked down, a tear filling up his eyes.

"Not on your life, you can stay tonight if it won't bother your parents"

"Shit, they don't even know where I am from time to time, you know, they
don't care about their fag son".

"Then it's settled. You can stay here tonight. I would love that." I said,
hugging him. He hugged me back, his bone pressing my belly; his shorts were
greasy and wet with juice.

"Oh, sorry about that, I'll clean it up" he said blushing a little, after
realizing he left a trail of sticky juice on my belly.

"Don't you dare, man, I love that. We will have to take care of that a
little later" and I winked at him. I took my finger and wiped it off my
belly, sticking it in my mouth. His salty juice was heavenly.

He smiled back, hugging me so tight I didn't think I could breathe, but
never wanting to let go of this young boy, who is turning into a man. We
stayed locked in each others arms for a while, just hearing him breath on
my chest, and feeling his heart beat.


"Well, Mark what do you feel like for supper?" I asked, trying to cool down
the sexual tension. Mark just wanted to get laid, and that's the last thing
I wanted for him. He needs to sort some stuff out before we go to the next
step. I planned on talking to him at supper time.

"Well I feel like I want a big hot dog for supper, but if you don't have
that, how about some burgers?" he grinned from ear to ear. Mark got up off
the lounger, his shorts still greasy and slightly tented out. I could tell
he was pretty proud of that.

"Hot dogs later, burgers now it is!" I said, deflecting the joke a
little. Secretly, I wanted to taste his hot dog so bad, I got hard again
thinking about it.

"How can I help you, Matt? He asked. He was good at that.

"Well, for a start, why don't you fire up the grill? I'll get the patties
out of the freezer." I said.

I went to the garage freezer to get the burgers; Mark went over to the
grill and fired it up.

When I came around the corner with the burgers, Mark was sitting on one of
the patio chairs. He was deep in thought.

"Dude, what's up with the deep thoughts? I asked, a little afraid.

"Just thinking about stuff, sorry". He said.

"Mark, If we are going to on with this, you can't hid your feelings. I know
you have done that in the past, and I understand that, but now, you have to
trust me. There is nothing you can say to me that will change my feelings
for you". "Markie, I love you, and will never, ever leave you".

"Oh, man, Matt, I'm sorry, sometimes I just don't know what or how to say
stuff."

By then, we were standing, face to face, his beautiful face looking up to
mine. I put down the patties on the counter, and reached down to hug this
boy.

"Tell me what you were thinking" I whispered.

"Umm... I'm feeling kind of funny about kissing you. I don't know how to
say this.", he said choking up a little.

I held him tighter, and stood up, pulling him off the floor. He wrapped his
legs around my waist, his arms now tightly wrapped around my neck. I let my
hands drop to his waist, gently cupping his tight butt. "You can say
anything". My heart was sinking inside, though, as I thought he was going
to say he was having second thoughts.

"Umm... uh... well, you know when we were kissing... um... well "

"You didn't feel right... I'm so sorry!" my heart sank a little more.

"No! No. not that... it um felt really good, really right. So what I was
thinking about was will how can people say it is wrong for two men to fall
in love when that felt so good?

"Because people don't understand, and they don't like what they don't
understand". They don't want to learn anything new, so they act that way.

Now my heart was lifted again... it wasn't me, it wasn't guilt; it was just
a boy trying to understand.

I kissed his smooth chest, and clenched my hands around his butt. He pulled
back a little; he was getting hard again, pressing hard into my belly, as
was I tenting my shorts out noticeably. He moved his head down to my face
and opened his lips to kiss me. His eyes were closed, he looked so sweet so
innocent. I kissed him back with all the passion that I have held inside me
for years. He started to grip me tighter with his youthful legs, then
letting loose again, humping my belly with his cock. The feel of his cheeks
in my hands was exquisite. My fingers slowly drifted closer to the center,
towards the area between his balls gently probing. He clenched his cheeks
tight, then driving his hips into my hands. It felt as if this lithe body
could do this forever, but I could not. I broke off the kissing. Mark
rocked his head back, I planted my lips on a nipple, and sucked. He let out
a groan and stiffened his legs. His back arched, and he straightened his
legs a little. I stopped and just kissed his smooth chest. If I would have
continued on his nipple, he would have cum in his shorts. This boy, this
young man, was going to be a real tiger in the bed.


"Markie" I said, after he dropped his legs back to the ground, still
hugging me. "I am so lucky to have such a great young man to share my life
with". And I want you to know, wherever we go with this relationship, you
have nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. If you love me, and I love
you, then whatever we do is our business, and is natural".

"Thank you Matt, for everything, I mean it. I shouldn't tell you this, but
for years I have had a crush on you, and have dreamed of what making out
with you would be like" he said, biting his lower lip, and flicking his
head to clear his hair out of his eyes.

He looked down, and realized how wet and bulging his shots were. He reached
in and adjusted himself so he would not bulge out. The head of his young
cock now peeked out of the elastic band of his shorts. "Sorry". He said.

"Markie" You have nothing to be sorry or ashamed of. You have a beautiful
body, an amazing body. You are only showing how beautiful it is." You
should feel proud of your body and how well it works. Trust me, Mark, you
are beautiful".

I thought to myself how hard it was going to be for me to slow things down
for us. He wanted to go all the way, and was very willing, but less than 4
hours have gone by since we kissed. I just don't want it to go too fast.

My words seemed to satisfy him, he stood there, kind of posing for me,
tensing up his belly, and showing his boyish, man-ish vee. He is so
slender, his shorts waistband pulled away from the sides of his tight
tummy. I hooked my finger into the waistband, and winked at him.  I had
forgotten how impulsive boys can be; He took my hand, pushed down, pulling
his shorts down, and stepped out of them! There he stood, proud to the
world, smooth and beautiful. "Still think I'm beautiful?" he giggled. His
hand was still on my hand, and he pushed my hand onto his hairless, semi
hard cock. I could not resist, I tuned my hand and cupped his beautiful
lively dick. There was a soft tussle of hair starting at the top of his
shaft. "Markie, now, more than ever" I hoarsely whispered and I kissed him
again. His young hands reached out to my now hard prick, and grabbed it. I
felt him tug my shorts off, and there we stood, both naked, both hard and
kissing. This was going to be so hard to slow this boy down. He started to
rock his hips. My one hand cupped his beautiful ass, my other wrapped
around his now throbbing erection. I had forgotten how easily a young cock
can get hard again. We had to slow down, we had to stop this, or we were
going to jack each other off on the patio. I wanted his first experience
with me to be in bed. He was fucking my hand. His cheeks tensing up each
time he thrust. The feeling was heavenly. His boy-juice was flowing freely,
and my hand was all sticky with it.

His slender hand was on my dick stroking it, pulling on it. He was a little
rough, as boys will be. He cupped my balls and rolled them around with his
other hand. I was going to cum if I didn't stop. I was surprised he hadn't
yet. I stopped.


"Tell you what, Markie, lets get these burgers cooked, and maybe we can
have hot dogs later" I winked, breathing hard.


"Really? Shit! Cool! " he said, now giggling like a 12 year old boy. "Can
we really do more tonight? That would be soooo great." He was kind of
jumping up and down.

"You have to call your mom and dad and tell them where you are, and then,
if you stay the night with me, we will do more stuff together... I promise
you." now feeling pretty guilty about what has been happening. My train of
thought was broken when he ran into the house to call his parents. I
followed him in, after throwing the patties on the hot grill.


Now there was a sight to see; a beautiful tanned boy, sweaty blond hair on
his neck, all messed up, standing proud in my kitchen, not a stitch of
clothes on, on my phone, asking to stay over here. He was absentmindedly
stroking himself. There was plenty of juice to lubricate. He was a very
juicy boy. A few drops were on the floor , getting smeared by his toes. His
feet were planted wide, his tanned slender legs arcing beautifully to his
smooth crotch. There was a hint of coarser hair on his lower calves. I
could see his pits, there a few sprouts there. He was not going to be a
hairy guy. His legs were muscular, not like a body builder, just well
muscled. There was a nice shape to them. His beautiful ass was a god-like
pair of muscled globes. When he stood his cheeks pulled in a little. You
could see the top arch of his pelvis, no six-pack on this boy. But he had
that beautiful vee, coming from his belly and aiming past his pelvis, going
right to his beautiful cock. He was uncut, which surprised me. He had
pulled the foreskin back. His balls hung down some, not too much. The
little line divided his sack and went around below going between his legs
was very pronounced. His stance was wide, and with his slender legs, plenty
of daylight came between his legs, which I find very erotic.

You could see his ribs, not overly so. His belly was flat, and he had
boyish pecs. He had nice small nipples. His arms were slender, muscled out
a little, but not overly though. He had a longer neck, and a round face
with freckles. He had a short little nose, and thin lips, with higher
cheekbones. I was thinking to myself that this boy was built for sex.

Everything about him was sexy. I know I was just feeling lust, but is lust
so bad? My thoughts were drifting when I picked up the conversation.


"Hey mom, I'm going to stay at Matt's tonight, I just need a little time to
think about what you guys said to me. Is that OK? Yep, he said it was fine,
Yep, I will thank him", he turned to me stuck his hips out and let his cock
point out, a huge grin on his face.

"Yep, I'll be back home in the afternoon for the barbeque, I promise" and
he hung up the phone.

"We are all set, Matt, what we do next?" he smiled "Cook our supper before
it gets too late". I said, returning the smile "I want to cook them, can I
please?" he said. Mark was always wanting to please others.

"The burgers are already on the grill. Do you want to pull on some shorts
before you go out?" I asked.

"Heck no, you said I am beautiful, and I want you to see all of me!" He
giggled. The old happy Markie was coming back. "Heck, I've always wanted to
be tanned all over! And you've got a fence, so nobody's peepin'!" He
disappeared out the patio door, spatula in hand, still giggling.


I got out the buns, and chips, and I thought "This is going to be an
interesting night."

I was right.



Chapter 3

The sleepover.


Well, it sure was an interesting afternoon to say the least. One minute I
was sitting next to the hot tub, the next I was kissing a beautiful
boy. Soon after, a buck naked boy was on my phone in the kitchen... Yep,
this one is for the books...


Well, to say there was tension in the air during supper was an
understatement. Not a bad tension, just excitement. Mark was as horny as
can be, and he wanted to release it all with me. My biggest worry was that
he was going to want to go all the way, and I thought he needed a little
time for that. I say that, and yet this beautiful naked boy is staying the
night with me, so much for the moral high ground.


At any rate, I tried to calm things down with some Playstation after
dinner. Mark is such a good kid. He put away all the dirty dishes into the
dishwasher. I glanced back into the kitchen from the TV. There was Mark,
bent over at the waist, ass flying high in the air, balls and cock dangling
between his legs...His cheeks spread out ever so slightly.


 "Oh my! What Have I done? " I asked myself.


Mark came back in, after putting away the dishes. He started playing games,
sitting there spread legged on the floor, the controller rubbing his
dick. I slipped away and made my bed. I made sure my `supplies' were in
order, I also slipped into the guest room and made sure that was all made
up. It was fine; I always keep it nice and fresh for someone to crash at my
place.


I strolled back into the TV room, watching my little Markie play his
games. He stopped them for a minute, put the controller down, and came over
and sat on my lap. God his smooth skin felt soooo good. He knew it too, as
he snuggled up with me. He was stroking himself, and hard almost
immediately. I took his chin in my hands and kissed him.

Letting a hand drop, I rubbed his nipple. He rocked his hips and ground his
ass into my lap, which was growing.

"Mark, is this what you really want to do? For sure?"  I asked him, looking
him in the eye.

"Matt, more than anything I want to make love to you. I love you with
everything I have.

You are everything to me, and I want to give myself to you tonight. I want
to please you like no one else can".

He was breathing pretty hard, my hand now rubbing his slender belly.

"OK, OK, I'll stop pestering! That's the last time I ask you, because I
think you really mean it". I said while pecking his cheeks.

"What do we do next", he said, an impish smile on his face.

Well let's start in the shower.

I carried him into my shower, a walk in. I turned on the water and let if
flow all over him.

I got out the soap and lathered up. I winked at him, and started to lather
him up. He shuddered a little, so I slowed down.

"Thank you" he said" I I was afraid I was going to cum early. I used to
dream about being with you in the shower, and that was almost too much for
me"

I kissed him on the forehead and told him I would slow down.

I lathered up his chest and tummy, and then his back, letting the soap suds
run down his crack. I let my hand follow down his back and cupped his
butt. My fingers caressed his beautiful cheeks, so smooth, so perfect. I
would let my fingers slip into his crack every now and then, to see his
reaction. He flexed his cheeks and spread his legs a little to give me more
room. I lathered up some more and let my hand fully into his crack,
stroking up and down. I let my finger touch his button, but never went
in. He only moaned with each time. He was holding onto the grab bar, and
had his feet spread out pretty wide, so I let my fingers caress his balls
from behind. I rubbed the area between his legs, massaging it.

I left my other hand to roam his belly and chest, going lower each
time. Finally, my soapy hand was poised over his beautiful hard cock. I
felt if I touched him he would go off, but I thought that would not be so
bad, so I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His tummy tensed, his
hips shot forward. I thought he was going to cum, so I stopped.

I let the tension slow down some more; he took the soap, and did me as
well. Just like the way I did him. He was an excellent student to say the
least. I did not know what his reaction would be when he realized I don't
have any pubic hair. I shave it off. He didn't say a word, just lathered up
and stroked me. I finally had to slow him down, so I took his hands and
pulled them off my throbbing cock.


"Let's go to into the bedroom" I whispered hoarsely, so we rinsed each
other off, and toweled dry.

I had planned to jerk him off, tonight, that would be our first night
together. I'm nor sure those were his plans, however. He pulled the sheets
back and laid belly down on the bed, taking one of the many pillows and
tucking it under his hips. His legs were thrown out wide. His beautiful ass
was spread out and waiting for me, but I rolled him over into my arms.


"Mark, I sure do love you", I said as I wrapped my fingers around his
dick. I got some lube and put in on my hand. I stroked his rock hard
erection pulling the foreskin back and slipping some lube into it. He
started to moan and thrust his hips, his legs splayed out over mine, his
arm under my neck. I started to jack him off with sincerity, gripping him a
little harder...

I lowered my head onto his heaving chest and started to tongue his hard
nipple. He let out a yelp and started to really buck my hand.

"Shit Shit, Matt... I can't hold it I'm gonna cum!" He screamed out.

He came almost instantly, making my hand sticky and warm. I slowed down my
stroking and kissed his lips. His breathing was ragged and fast, his heart
was pounding his tight little belly was all tensed up. His cum was warm,
flowing between my fingers, I kept my hand on his still hard dick, just
savoring the moment, stroking is so ever slowly, milking any cum out of
him. Each time I got near his head, he shuddered a little; I spread his
juice all over his cock and balls, and rubbed his tummy with it. So nice
and sticky.

His tongue raced into my mouth, he was still all fired up. Even though he
was breathing hard, he kind of pushed me back and onto the bed, still
kissing me. He reached over and lubed up his hands, and sat on my belly. He
giggled, and turned around so I was looking at his ass. He laughed and said
"Hope you like the view there!" His legs straddled my chest, so I could see
through his legs what he was doing while his tight balls were at the top of
my view. He started to jack me off, with both hands. I whispered to him to
go slow, as I wanted this to last a long time...

He slowed down, so I could concentrate on other things. His beautiful ass
was 6 inches from my face, so perfect so beautiful. I gripped him at the
top of his legs, where they bent, and caressed his soft skin. Slowly, while
he was still jacking me, I let my hands go back onto his ass, gently
kneading it, caressing it. I let my fingers trail up and down his crack. I
brushed his beautiful hole with my finger. Just to tease him a little. Each
time I did it, he would push his butt back a ways.

I let my finger pause over his hole, gently massaging it. His back arched
and he pushed down with his butt. My hands were still greasy with lube and
his cum, so I wiggled my finger over his hole. He arched his back again
slightly and really pushed onto my finger, which surprisingly pushed in to
my first knuckle. He let out a little noise, almost a cry. So I pulled my
finger out thinking I hurt him. He reached back between his legs with his
greasy hands and grabbed my finger and pushed it right up to his hole
again. He lubed up my finger with his, and pushed down with his butt
again. My finger entered him again, this time up to the second knuckle.

He started rocking back and forth on my finger, while continuing to jack me
off. I thought, well if one finger is good...  So I slowly let a second
finger inside him as well, which he loved. This was a huge turn on to me,
so I could tell I was close to cumming. I started rocking my hips forward;
thrusting into his hands. He gripped me tighter and cupped my balls with
one hand. Soon his hand went down between my spread out legs, trying to
finger me as well. I was kind of awkward for him, so he really couldn't put
a finger in me, but it was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard,
ropes of jism spurted from my cock, arching in the air. All I could do was
ride the wave out and enjoy the sensations I was feeling. My finger was
buried up as deep as it would go in his young ass, which was quivering. My
cock was throbbing from cumming, while he gently stroked me and kneaded my
aching balls.

I pushed his butt off me, and took his arm, pulling him toward me.

We kissed and kissed and kissed for what seemed like forever. Our bodies
entwined with each other, naked, spent, in love.

I finally opened my eyes to find his beautiful face looking at me. My cum
had gotten into his beautiful hair, and splattered on his neck and face. I
took this beautiful man-boy in my arms and whispered "I love you".

He whispered back "I know"

"Do you want to sleep here, or in the guest bed" I had to ask.

"Are you kidding?" he kind of sleepily chuckled.

And with that, this beautiful body splayed out over mine, we drifted off to
sleep in each others arms.


I woke up several times that night, each time Mark was doing something to
me. He would be holding my cock, or kissing my belly. I would cup my hands
around his ass and hold him tight. I found myself once holding his now soft
cock. I started to massage it, and it would start to get hard, so I would
stop.  I would let my fingers brush his handsome hole, but just stop short
of entering him. I would drift off to sleep again, holding this angel,
waiting for sunrise, never wanting it to come, because it would end my day
with my love Markie.


Chapter 4


Morning came around; Markie still sprawled out over me. I had my usual
morning wood, and had to pee, so I slipped away from Mark and went to the
bathroom. I peed, noticing all the stickiness and dried cum on me. I
wondered what I was doing. I loved this boy so much, and want him to know
how beautiful making love is. Am I wrong for showing him? I don't
know... today will tell me how last night went.


I was in the kitchen making coffee.. I had pulled on a pair of shorts. I
was getting ready to fry an egg up. Markie walked in, buck naked, soft, and
beautiful. Every time I see him like that my knees buckle a little.


"Hey! Markie! Good morning sunshine!"  I said.

He walked over and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my neck. "This is
the best morning of my life." I woke up in a house where I am loved and
understood. You have no idea what that means to me." He whispered in my
ear. " I don't want this to ever end"

"Well, it doesn't have to, but it might have to wait until you get out of
school." I replied.

"Ummm I want to talk to you about that" he said.

"Well, tell you what, Why don't you shower, (this time I will leave you
alone), and I will make you some breakfast. What do you want, my little
stud?"

"Cool, I'm your little stud?" what does that make you? Ha! We'll have to
come up with a name for you now, wont we?" he said with a wicked smile
"Anyway, whatever you are having is fine with me... eggs, toast, got any
bacon?" he said.

"Sure do! Bacon coming up how do you like it.? " I smiled back.

"Just like you do! Hard... I mean crisp! Ha ha ha ha..!" and with that he
skipped back to the bathroom and started the water. He was singing a song
that had been on the radio, some top ten hit, and showering up a storm...


In a few minutes, this boy-god had showered, and washed my cum out of his
long hair.

He came walking out... naked still... And said he was hungry.

"I'm just a growing boy" he said, winking at me with an ear to ear smile on
his face.

"I sure grew last night, Matt. that was the best night I ever had". He
said.

I was surprised to hear him talk this way, something that we had not done
before. But I suppose it is a young man's way of getting comfortable with a
situation.

"You sure did grow, dude, you are a beautiful young man." I said to him,
handing him a plate of eggs, toast, and crispy bacon. I drifted off for a
second reliving last night.


I sat down next to him on the kitchen island. His long legs almost reaching
the floor, his beautiful young butt perched on my stool.

"Mark, we probably need to talk a little bit about last night."

"Do you feel ready to talk?" I asked.

"Can we finish breakfast together first? I've never had anyone make me
breakfast like this before. I always get toast or cereal". He said.

It dawned on me that I was in some ways fulfilling a need in this young man
to show how to love someone. You respect them and talk to them and do
things for them. He has always wanted that, but it seems never got it.

"Not a problem, Markie. Eat up, and we will snuggle on the couch and talk
about some things. Nothing is wrong, nothing will change, just need to say
some things, OK?" I reached over and kissed his cheek.

A tear welled up in his eye; he looked away and brushed it off. He went
back to his breakfast and didn't say too much.

I ate with him; just being next to him was all I wanted in life right now.


After a bit, breakfast was over. I picked up his dish and put it in the
dishwasher. He picked up the salt and pepper, and put them away. He went
over to the couch, and plopped down, pulling a blanket over his legs. I
came into the room, and sat next to him.

I turned his face to me and kissed him on the lips.. It was probably the
wrong thing to do, but it just felt like it was the right thing to do. He
hooked his leg over mine.

Mark willingly opened his lips and let my tongue explore him. He hooked his
feet up onto the sofa and turned to give me a better angle to kiss him
with. He arched his back and thrust his pelvis into my crotch, he was
already hard.

This was going too fast, and I really wanted to talk about some things
before I lost the opportunity. I broke off the kissing for a minute.

"Mark, can we talk for a second?"

He was breathing pretty hard, but managed a "UH HUH"

I wanted him to slow down a little, so I just let my hands caress his lower
back, running up and over his rump. Eventually he calmed down.

"Mark we crossed a line yesterday"

"I know"

"What do you feel about that?"

"I don't care, I wanted it too!"

"I know, but that still doesn't make it right"

"Right, what's right? I can screw my classmates all day long and nobody
will say a thing.

Heck we even have classes about it in school. So why can't I have sex with
an older person who loves me. All the teachers say that you should not have
sex until you love someone, well. I love you; I know you love me, so we had
sex. I can make up my mind about when and with whom I want to have sex"

"I can't tell you how happy that makes me feel, but there is another part
to this. Some people think that a man as old as I am having sex with you is
wrong. They would call me a pervert, a pedophile. And if others heard of us
having sex, well, you would have to visit me in jail."

"Matt that will never happen. I know people think it's wrong. I think they
are wrong. Age doesn't mean anything. It's a number. I came on to you,
because I was ready to have sex and I have always dreamed about making out
with you. I will never tell anyone about what we do. It's none of their
business. I don't think it's perverted that you like younger boys, shit
they are hot. I like looking at them too! I think the real perverts are the
sickos that force their way on anyone, regardless of age. I think it's sick
that somebody wants to make it their business who I have sex with. Screw
them, they are the perverts"

He was getting worked up, and I did not realize that this was such an issue
for him.

"Calm down my beautiful little stud, I just wanted to talk about it"

"Hey, it's ok, I thought about it a lot. Hmmm, so I'm your little stud,
right?" he asked.

"Umm yup that's right, stud" I giggled "Well I have to come up with a name
for you now...let's see... Ummm... hey. You are my big perv! That's it, I'm
your little stud, and you are my big perv!!! It's perfect" He was laughing
now, with a devilish look on his face. When he laughed I could feel his
tummy tense up and jiggle on me.

"Hmm so I'm a perv, huh?" I said grabbing his butt with both hand...

"Dang straight you are, you old perv!" He giggled more, bucking his crotch
into mine.

"Hey Matt, can we go all the way today, before I go home?" he whispered.

"Mmm don't know, that seems like its rushing things a bit. I got to leave
some secrets you know"

"Please! Please! I have dreamed about this for two years... Can we please
go all the way?" he said, a kind of scrunched up look on his face...

"Tell you what, I want to suck you off soooooo bad right now, let see where
things go. If it happens it happens. But I don't want it to if it won't
work out, OK?" I said looking deep into his eyes.

"OK, but I really want it. It won't hurt me... I've been practicing!" he
giggled, winking at me"

"OK, too much information! " I said as I buried my face in his.

"I need to clean up from last night. Can you wait for me while I shower?

"Can I join you?" he asked "Ummm didn't you just shower?"

"Not with you!" He laughed, getting up off the sofa and pulling on my hands
to get up..

"Come on, Come on! You old perv! Get your butt off the couch and let's get
clean"


We showered together, soaping each other up getting each other pretty
horny. Mark cleaned his crotch and butt extra well, and cleaned me up there
too. We rinsed ourselves off, and grabbed a towel. It was so sweet, that
Mark turned to dry me off before thinking of himself. There he was,
dripping wet, but worried about me. Tell me this isn't love.

I dried Mark off, as best as I could. Each time I would try to dry his
butt, he would pull away, and giggle. "Not yet!" he pulled out of the
towel, and ran toward the bed. He jumped onto the bed from 5 or six feet
away, landing in the middle, turned on him back and said. "Hey Matt! I'm
ready now!"...


I walked into the bedroom, hard as a bone, and feasted my eyes on this
beautiful boy.

There he was, long wet hair spread out all over the pillows, legs spread
wide, smooth and tanned. His dick was hard as can be, poised over his flat
belly. He flexed his dick, making it jump. It arced up, reaching above his
tan line, and pointing to his belly button. "Like it?"

" Of course I do, you are beautiful, you are perfect, and I want you"

With that, I laid next to him, and we turned to each other and kissed each
other. After a while, I pushed on his hips and laid him flat on his
back. Our lips were still locked, tongues darting in and out of each
other. I broke off the kiss, his gentle hands cupping my head. I kissed his
neck, and shoulders. I trailed down to his erect little nipples. I took one
in my lips, sucking on it. Markie moaned loudly and arched his pelvis into
the air by pushing off the bed with his legs. I continued to kiss his
nipple, rubbing my tongue over the hard center. His tight belly shook with
pleasure. I sucked on it more, it grew in size in my mouth.. My hand had
now inched up his legs and to his hairless crotch. His balls were tight. I
cupped them, holding them in my hand. His erection was the biggest I have
seen it, his head flared and large. I pulled the foreskin back to reveal a
gooey tip. Precum dripped from his throbbing dick. I massaged the hard area
below his balls to his ass, and milked more juice from his cock. I gently
wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked him. I could tell he was
very close to cumming, pushing his hips into the air with his legs. I
stopped stroking him and gripped his balls, to slow him down a little. I
eased of his nipple and tongued my way down his belly to his belly
button. There was a little puddle of boy juice near it, As I neared it, he
flexed his cock again, pushing into my cheek. I stopped at the juice, and
licked it up. The saltiness was exquisite. Markie really wanted his dick in
my mouth, so I lifted up my head and poised myself over his beautiful
boy-cock. By now he was relaxed again, resting on the bed. I took one hand
and massaged them. I kissed them, licking them. I kissed the shaft and
licked it a little. He bucked his hips to put the tip into my mouth, so I
took the boys dick into my lips.

Markie gasped, and thrust his hips pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I
started to kiss and suck the head, and noticed a little cum. It tasted so
sweet. I must have pushed a little too hard with his nipples. But no
harm. I sucked and swirled my tongue over his swollen head, rubbing the tip
of my tongue on his little hole. I licked the underside of his dick,
keeping pressure on his balls.

Mark was hot, bucking his hips into my face. I started to let him fuck my
mouth. I let my hands explore his tight ass, which he responded by
spreading his legs. I let a finger push a little on his hole, which I found
to be already lubed. ( that's why he didn't want me to towel off his butt
in the shower). Hmm...

Well I let the finger push in a little, he was more than willing. The
groaning increased a lot, now he was bucking his dick into my mouth, and I
was finger fucking his ass. I let a second finger in... which he took
readily as well, but that was too much for my boy.

Mark let out a little squeal, and arched his back. I held onto his dick
with my mouth, and I could feel his little ass tightening.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! Shit" he hoarsely whispered. I could feel his manhood
tense up in my mouth. I held on, sucking hard. Warm salty cum flowed from
his dick, mixed with loads of precum. The next spasm spurted more cum to
the back of my throat. I sucked and tongued as much as I could up, some
leaking from my lips. He spurted again, with thick white cream, the juice
landing on his belly.  His balls were pulled up tight to his crotch, now
flexing with the spasms of his climax. He gently rocked his hips forward
with each spasm, cum still dribbling from his hard dick.  I licked up the
gooey cum, sucking and kissing his head. Without realizing it, I had buried
my two fingers tight into his hole, which was gripping my fingers with each
spasm of his climax.

His breathing was ragged, his tummy writhing under my hands. I gripped his
cock in my hand and held it, milking it to get the last of his cum out. He
slowed down a little, rolling over and hugging me. He kissed me on the
lips, and said "Thank you... That was the best."


Markie re-energized and started to kiss me more passionately. I could feel
his hands stroke my cock, as our tongues met. Soon, Mark was on my chest,
sucking on my nipples. My nips are not as sensitive as his, so I don't
react the same as he does, and he caught on.

Soon he was on my cock, sucking and licking it. He would pull off, with a
sucking sound and then swirl his tongue over the head, round and round,
back and forth. This boy was good.

With each time he went down on me he would plunge further down. Now I'm not
a big man, but I am bigger than my little stud Mark. He was trying to take
all of me in, and I pulled back on his head. "It's OK, what you are doing
is great" I tried to whisper.

Mark kept sucking and kneading my balls. He wrapped his feet in with my
legs, and pushed a finger up my hole. First one, then two, then
three... his slender hand could have probably gone all the way in, but he
stopped there. So he is stroking my dick with his mouth and finger fucking
my ass, and I feel that I am starting to cum. I am pretty charged up, as
blowing him was the best foreplay I could have.

I moaned and held his head. I came in a thick spurt of white cream, which
kind of squirted out the side of his mouth. He was taking aim for me when I
came again, splatting him in the face by his nose. Now he was milking my
shaft for more cum, sucking on it and licking up anything he could get to,
kissing my belly and licking up cum drops. I was rocking my hips and by
belly was writhing. I was so spent. I had not cum like that in a while. I
hooked Mark under his arms, and pulled him up to me. Our greasy bellies
rubbed each other, mixing out kisses and cum together. We kissed, and I
licked my cum off his face. Mark whispered "Matt, I love you". I whispered
in his ear"Mark you are the man of my dreams"

"Yeah, wet dreams, you perv!" he said.

With that, we laid in each others arms, just savoring the time together.


After a time, it was getting to be 11:00. I gently said "Mark, when do you
have to be home?"

"The BBQ doesn't start till 1:00, so we have time for more." He said back
"Can you handle more, stud" I laughed.

"I think the question is, can you, you old perv?" he giggled.

Then he said "Hey Matt, what's 69?".


Well, there goes lunch... I thought!


"Matt, can I ask you a question..." Markie started...

I figured he was going to ask about some sexual thing "You are attracted to
younger boys, right?" he said.

"So... what happens when I grow hair and become older looking? Will you
still be attracted to me?"

I slid Mark up a little higher, and looked him deep in the eyes.

"Its true Markie, I do find myself attracted to boys. But, that doesn't
mean that I can't fall in love with a young man, and want to spend my life
with him. I may always be attracted to younger guys... Maybe even
boys... But sexual attraction does not mean wanting a partner in life. You
and I were made for each other. I feel that strongly, and I know you do
to. I want you to grow up with me". I am a boylover, and proud of that. It
is how I met you. We may always have boys hanging around here, but that
doesn't mean fooling around with them, it means that I love to surround
myself with boys. You are my life partner, if that is what you want."

"Um, I've been thinking about that..."

"OK" I replied my heart was feeling sick.

Well, I looked at my credits, and if I change my schedule this last
semester, I can graduate in December. I just have to drop the non credit
stuff and take a computer science class, and I will have enough credits. I
was thinking that I can study here, cause you know computers really well,
and my parents would be cool with that. Then, when I graduate, I have to
move out, cause of what my dad said. I can move in with you..."

His words kind of tumbled out starting slowly, but seeing my reaction, they
all came spilling out at once.

"So you want to move in here by December?".  I looked at him, he cast his
eyes down. I tilted his head back, and looked deep into his soul. "Markie,
I can't wait".


"Holy Shit! Really?" he shouted, and with that he jumped up and started
jumping on the bed, straddling me. "Matt, Matt! Matt! Matt!  Wishes do come
true!"


That was enough. I caught his one leg, which made him fall onto me, He
straddled me with his legs on each side of my waist.

I said "If you really want to learn about 69, then we better get started."

With that, I pushed him over on his side, and aimed for his crotch with my
lips. I lay down beside him so he could take me, and I started to suck him
off again.

He took me into his mouth too, kissing the tip of my shaft.

"Is this 69?"

"It sure is" I said With that said, I started to really take him in, I
could almost take the whole dick into my mouth at this angle. I slipped my
tongue under his foreskin and then pulled it back revealing a perfect
head. I bobbed my head down on his dick and he opened his legs for me,
propping one up by bending his knee.

I massaged his balls, now a little looser, but such a delicious feeling. He
took a hand and wrapped it around his thigh, and pulled his leg straight
up, opening his crotch and crack for me. This time I did not hesitate. I
found my hidden bottle of lube and greased up my fingers. I rubbed his
little button a few times, then pushed in. He reacted with a shudder.

He was trying with everything he could to take me all in, but couldn't. He
moaned with pleasure. He found another bottle of juice and greased his thin
fingers up. Then he abruptly shoved three fingers up my ass, and wiggled
them around. I think he was trying to get his whole hand there, but I
clenched up a little to tell him to slow down. He stroked my ass and
stroked it pushing his slender fingers up to the hilt.

I needed him to slow down, so I rolled him over, so I would be on the
bottom. His perfect ass now poised above my face, he legs straddling my
head. He was on knees and hands, sucking my dick for everything he had.

I could now take his whole boy-cock into my mouth, letting his balls fall
onto my nose.

The smell was like heaven, a little boyish, and a little man-ish. He rocked
his hips to fuck my mouth which had a lot of downward pressure on his stiff
dick.

I started to knead his butt again, and he splayed his legs and ass out a
little more for me. I entered him with my fingers, first one, then two
together. I wiggled them around like he had been doing to me. My other hand
found a nipple and I pinched it.

He arched his back, and started to moan.

"OH! OH! Shit Matt, I'm cumming again... I cant' stop it... Jesus I'm
cumming again.!

I started to cum as well, just thinking about what I am seeing. His little
butt started to pulse on my fingers grabbing them and letting them go. Each
time he let go, I plunged my fingers in again, and pulled out on his
tightened hole. He was gripping my head with his lithe legs, squeezing them
tight to my head. I let his rock hard dick pop out of my mouth and grabbed
it with my free hand. Ten strokes later he was spurting cum all over my
belly. I think he was finally running out of cum.

I took my meat into my hand and stroked it. I came in a couple of strokes,
not as much cum as before.

I pushed Mark's legs down a little and guided him back onto my chest. Belly
to belly, bone to bone, his head on my chest.  I had splattered his dick
and tummy with cum, but he didn't seem to matter. He entwined his legs and
feet with mine and dreamily said "Mmm" And dozed off to sleep.

I too drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a place that we could be that we
could celebrate our love, not hide it. But enough of that; I had a
beautiful bare boy in my arms, in my bed, sleeping on my chest. What can
get better than that... Oh yea the next lesson...


Chapter 5


We woke up after a bit. Markie got up, so soft and beautiful. He is just
starting to get a tuft of hair over his shaft, they were just getting
longer. He stood up, over me, spread eagle over my chest. I could see the
results of our lovemaking all over his belly and butt.

He bounced on the bed, his dick and balls bouncing with him He was just
teasing me, straddling me so I could get a good glimpse off all his
goods...

even though I had been closer!

I just couldn't take that, so I sat up and took his soft dick in my
mouth. I cupped my hands around his butt, and pulled him into my lips. His
softness was so beautiful. I surprised him with that, and he let out a
little gulp He spread his legs out so I could reach him easily.

He rocked his hips into my face, growing hard quickly. I probed his hole
with my fingers, and pulled his cheeks open a little more with my other
hand. His hole was so soft and willing and smooth. I massaged his little
prostrate with my finger and he spurted a bunch of pre-cum into my mouth I
stopped massaging his butt, and started rubbing his belly. He took my hand,
and pulled it up to his mouth. He sucked on a finger, taking it all the way
in. He gave my finger a blowjob while I sucked his cock.

He switched to my other finger, and sucked on it. Then he took my wet
fingers and pulled them to his hard little nipples. They were as hard as a
bb. He rubbed my fingers over his nipples with his hand, and gently
caressed my ears with his other hand. I thrust my fingers hard into his
ass, then pulled out and put three together. I gently pinched his erect
nipple, and probed his butt.

He let out a yelp, and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting it into his
crotch. His manhood was all the way into my mouth and I could feel it
twitching. His ass clenched tight, clamping down on my fingers buried in
his hole. I could feel his whole body tense up and he kept my face buried
in his dick. He finally shot a little load out, now completely drained of
cum. My lover, my boy, my mate was spent.

"God Matt that was great" he said breathing heavy.

"Thanks, stud, I love the taste of your cum. Anyway, you better get
showered up and dressed for your bar-b-que. "

Aww, I was going to call and say I couldn't make it. We have one more thing
to do together, don't we?" He said.

Yes, we do, but that will have to come later, I need a rest from your body,
and you need to go to the family event. If it wraps up early, come back
over, OK? Just try not thinking about making love, or someone will notice
your boner."

"Hope they do notice! I'll give them a little show!  But anyway, OK, I'll
bring some homework over, and then you can give me more lessons!!!" He said
and jumped off the bed and skipped into the shower.

He was showered and dressed in no time, but I wanted to do his hair.

"Eh... Ill just let it dry, I'll be fine..."

"I can blow dry it a little and make it look great" I said OK, that would
be good...

And so I dried his hair, brushed it and it looked beautiful "Thanks
Matt. See you tonight" and out the door he went.


I did some things around the house, but found it hard to concentrate. I
felt like a silly old man, falling in love with a young boy. I found myself
infatuated with him, thinking of his intrinsic beauty. We connected so
early, so easily.  It seemed at almost the first time we met, we had a
deeper understanding of each other than most guys do after a year together.

In one breath he is a boy who wants help putting a model car together, and
in the next breath, he is stuffing his hard prick into my mouth.

At any rate, I futzed around the house all afternoon, changing out the
towels and changing the bedding. I would get distracted when I found his
towel, so neatly folded back up, and placed on the toilet seat. He is such
a thoughtful young man. So full of love and hope, I just get choked up when
I think about how lucky I am that we have each other.

I thought about my love for boys. I am entranced with their beauty, their
sexiness, their innocence. For years I was ashamed. I finally came to the
realization that it is who I am, and I prayed and prayed for someone who
will share their life with me.

How hypocritical for guys my age to ogle over some cheerleader, or some gay
guy lust after an 18YO boy who is 30 years younger. . But I can't desire a
young man that is only 15 years younger. And don't give me the crap that he
doesn't know about sex, or making decisions about his sexuality and sexual
activity. One look at this boy in bed tells you this guy knows who he is,
what he is and what he wants and needs. I wish I was as certain as he is.


I didn't know if Mark would come over tonight. Tomorrow was Sunday, so he
might have plans with friends. In case he did, I knew he would want to try
intercourse. I made sure I was ready for him, as I wanted him to lead me
tonight. On the other times we were together, I had the lead, showing him
what to do. But with intercourse, I wanted him to take the lead, to show me
what he wanted, what he needed. My needs and desires would eventually be
met, but tonight, Mark was the focus.


I got ready my `supplies and toys', in case he came by. I found myself
yearning for his voice, hearing his giggle. I missed my little stud Mark.


It was about 7:30, and I hear a little knock at the back door. I jumped up
and went to the door. It was Mark.

Mark, dude what are you doing knocking? Just come on in man. It's so good
to see you, I really missed you today." I realized that I was rambling.


"Hey, Matt! I didn't know if it's ok to come in so I knocked.".

"Markie, this is your place too, just come in. There is an extra key under
the rock by the back door. If you ever find the place locked up, just use
the key. Anything here is yours"

I kissed Mark, and hugged him. "I missed you "I said, feeling a little
silly.

"Dude, I couldn't stop thinking about you, I missed you so much". He said,
and kissed me back. He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down a
bit.

"Matt. You would have laughed so hard!  My mom wanted me to wear these
khaki pants, so I put them on, with a pair of boxer shorts
underneath. Anyway, I got to thinking about you sucking me off, and I
started to get a boner. Since I had boxers on, I just tented in my pants.

I kept trying to get it under control, but the more I tried to hide it the
harder it got. I finally gave up and just held something in front of me for
a while. I walked around a while like nothing was going on. When Aunt Patty
gave me a kiss, it was enough to make it go down. I wonder how many people
spotted my bulging pants." He was giggling about it now, but he did look
hot in those Khakis.

"You look good in those pants. Maybe a tad too loose fitting but you look
good in anything." I said. Stepping back and looking at him.

"You horn-dog!

"Um, yep, complete horny dog.

"So what are your plans tonight? I asked Mark "Well I have some homework,
and then I need some lessons from you..." he grinned "Can I help you with
the work, or are you ok with it."

"I would like to try and get it myself, but if I get stuck, I'll need your
help.

"That's cool, Markie, would you like some popcorn?"

 "Love it, can I study on the coffee table?" he asked.

"No problems here, make yourself at home, wait!  This is your home"

A tear welled up in his eye, and he jumped up and threw his arms around my
neck. He giggled his silly giggle, and jumped wrapping his legs around my
waist. I quickly cupped his butt with my hands to hold him.

"Matt, I can't tell you that that means to me.  I love you so much. I am so
happy". The tears welled up again He haltingly started to cry "I don't know
why I'm crying.. I'm happy", he choked out Markie, Markie... they are tears
of joy, you are able to be happy now.

He buried his head in my shoulder, and let his golden hair fall on my face
and neck.

After a few minutes, he dropped his legs, and kissed me one more time.

He walked into the great room and sprawled out on the floor. First he
kicked off his shoes, and then the socks came off. The shirt was next. Then
the only thing left on was his pants.

It didn't take but ten minutes and they were off too, but I noticed that
Mark had neatly folded his clothes and stacked him together in a nice
pile. He sat on the floor doing his homework on the coffee table, wearing
only his boxers.



I was watching TV while he studied; he was doing fine by himself. He would
chat about dumb teachers and dumber students. He talked about the cute
boys, and the gay boys.


It didn't take him 30 minutes to finish up. Packing his books back into his
backpack, He stood up, his boxers sagging low on his waist.


"Well I'm tired. I'm going to go lay down" he said with an impish look on
his face, his thumb was hooked into the top of his shorts, and they came
down while he danced to the bedroom. He threw his boxers at me as I
followed him into the bedroom. They hit me in the face, I pulled them on
over my head and wore them like a hat.


I came into the bedroom.. and Mark was arranging the pillows for support.

I caught him by the thigh and flipped him on his back, he spread his legs
out. I plunged onto him grinding my hips into his open crotch. Mark's
supple legs wrapped around mine, locking his ankles together. He readily
returned my grinding motion, with his now erect dick grinding my belly. My
prick had slipped below Marks legs, humping him between his cheeks.

I took this young mans face and held it in my hands. His lips opened to
mine, and we kissed. His tongue explored my mouth with new urgency, a new
passion. He has this way of letting his hands gently explore me as we kiss,
and it is exquisite. First they are on my back, and then they are exploring
my sides. His slender hands, small yet powerful were kneading my flesh. His
hands drifted down my arms, then trace little lines back up and onto my
back.

I am kissing this boy with everything I have, and grinding myself into
him. I break off the kiss, and trace with my tongue down his downy
chest. His abs convulse with pleasure. I kiss his belly, tongue his belly
button. Mark arches his back, thrusting his cock to my face, My hand finds
his manhood from below, before my mouth does, and I work his balls.

They are tight up against him, and feel so heavenly. I love the smoothness
on the side of them, and extend my grip up to his throbbing shaft. I pull
his foreskin back, and ready his boy-cock for my lips. Marks hands were
tracing my head and face with his supple fingers, dying for me to take him
in. I breath heavily on his meat, and he shudders. His tummy is tense and
convulsive as he tries to fuck my lips, but I hold back. I reach out with
my tongue and trace a circle right on his hole. Markie lets out a squeal. I
am really massaging the hardness below his balls, and massaging outside his
brown button, which is pulsing on its own.

I take his balls in my mouth, sucking and pulling on them. He had not
expected that, and he shuddered. I licked him and sucked on his entire ball
sack while slowly stroking his shaft. Pre-cum was oozing everywhere, and
the saltiness and stickiness tasted so good.

But tonight was going to be about penetration, and it was going to be about
Markie. So I took his dick in my mouth, sucked off all the juice, and
cleaned him up, and pulled off him. I made my way quickly back up to his
lips, wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug, and rolled over so now
Markie was on top of me. He was panting, his lower belly convulsing, his
hips grinding into me. I could feel his arms shake.

"Markie tonight belongs to you." You want to go all the way, and I am here
for that, so what do you want to do?

"Um weren't you going to show me first like before?" he panted "Nope! not
now. You know what you want to do, just do it" You tell me where you want
me, and how you want to do me, and that's what we'll do" I smiled "But, I
want you to do me first" he said "Why don't you do me, then I will do you,
I promise" I whispered.

Well, Ok, I've dreamt about this so much, I don't know where to start" he
said "Markie, we have a lifetime for you to explore all your fantasies,
just pick one you would like to do today, and well do it"

Ok. Um, can we do it like this?

And with that, I spread my legs as wide as they would go, and handed him
some lube.

What about condoms... he said Well, you haven't done this before, and I'm
clean, its up to you, they are in the drawer." I said He opened the bottle
and greased up his twitching prick.

Will you guide it in, I don't want to hurt you", he whispered.

"UMM HMM"... And I reached down to find his hardness, and guided it to my
hole. My legs were up and spread wide enough his slender body could easily
penetrate me all the way.

I put his dick up to my hole, and the boy started to rock his hips, putting
gentle pressure on me to enter me. I resisted a little, and then let him
in. taking small steps as he worked his way in. Now he was smaller, but
made up for that in his boyish hardness. He felt so good inside me, so
right. He was all the way in, now, I could feel his pelvis grind into me.

He started to pump me, oh so perfectly, slowly at first, then going faster
and faster. He was pumping me with too much enthusiasm, and popped out, oh
man did that feel good.

He is so hard; his dick springs to the upright as soon as it's out of
me. His supple fingers find his cock, and guide it back in, my hands hold
his slender waist, feeling him rock his hips into me.

It's time for him to cum, he is still thrusting into me, still popping out
at times I can tell he is ready to cum, though, his breathing gets more
ragged, and his tight abs start to convulse in waves. I know his tipping
point, so I reach up and rub a nipple. He shudders, holding his dick buried
in me. I can feel him twitching it inside, me, I respond by flexing myself
there too. I don't think he came yet, so I rub the nipple again. His hips
start to rock, pushing into me holding himself deep inside me .He lets out
a little squeal, a kind of gasp. Oh! Oh! Shit, Matt It's here... I'm
cumming! In an instant I feel his hot jism inside me and feel his cheeks
tighten and release, tighten and release. His dick is flexing deep inside,
me and I can feel his hot boy juice flowing. This is a moment I do not want
to ever forget. He froze there, buried deep in me not getting soft. He was
breathing so hard, his belly rising and falling.  I knew he did not know
what to do, so I reached up to his neck and pulled him down to me. He
stayed in me and kissed me. He had a slight bead of sweat on his smooth
upper lip, his chest was sweaty too.

We just laid there for a while, his cock, eventually slipping out of me.

"Matt, oh my god that was unbelievable" he whispered.

"Now will you do me? I want you to cum inside of me too"

We just lay there together for a while. I wanted to savor this time. I'm
really not sure what will happen next. But I want Mark to control the
penetration.

"OK" I said, here is what I would like".

As much as I want to take him from behind and fuck his brains out, I don't
want it for his first time with me.

I push his knees down to where he is straddling my waist with his knees and
feet. He has propped his elbows up, so he is on all fours over the top of
me. I lube myself up a little and make sure he is lubed up.. then I tell
him to take me and guide me there.

He has a little trouble making contact, my dick squirting out before I get
in. I tell him to hold on, and I take my swollen cock and push it up to his
hole.

"Now you are in control" I whisper.

He rocks backward a little, and feels me push on his hole. He backs off,
and pushed back again a little harder. I make a little progress entering
him, but still not there he is relaxing there though so it is getting
easier. He pushes back a third time, and this time, I start to enter
him. His head rocks up, and his back arches with this.

"Push down down there" I whisper, and he does. My head slips past his outer
hole.

Markie purses his lips and makes a little gasp.

 Thinking this has hurt him, so I stop. But he does not. He pushed back
harder with a lot of force, and my head makes it all the way in.

"Markie, If this is too much just say so, I don't want to hurt you."

He responded with a grunt and a hard push back, this time lifting off his
elbows and being almost vertical on me.

The rest of my shaft made it in, I still had several inches of penetration
but I was in.

He pushed down hard with his butt, and let his legs drop him down on me. I
was all the way in. I wrapped my hands around his ass, cupping each cheek,
and guiding me into him I arched my pelvis to meet him and he continued to
use his legs to bob on my throbbing cock. It would not take lone for me to
cum. I whispered to Mark, who sat down hard on my meat, squeezing my balls
with his cheeks. My hips were rocking into him with a fury like no other I
had experienced. His legs were splayed out to let him down on my dick, so I
reached in and grabbed his hard cock.

I stroked him and he soon started to shake and convulse again. Hot cum
spurted from him onto my chest, and the feeling of his tight hole gripping
my meat was too much. I arched my back, and thrust my pelvis deep into him
I could feel my hot cum oozing out of me deep inside the boy. He was still
shaking from his second climax, and I was shaking from my first. I tucked
his legs back and held him so tight. We kissed and held each other for a
long long time.

"Thanks you old perv" he said, kissing my cheek.



Chapter 6


We just laid together, in the after-glow of our love-making. We eventually
spooned into each other, I in the rear, Markie's legs entwined with mine,
his hand holding my arm.

Every now and then, Mark would stretch and wiggle around. I savored the
time with Mark in my arms. I could smell his sweet hair, and the lovely
scent of his body.

I let my hand drift down to his belly, I loved feel it rise and fall with
his breathing. He bent his head down, and kissed my arm, holding it tight
with his hands, hugging it.


Mark grinds his hips back into my crotch, and slowly moves my hand down
lower on his belly.

"Markie, are you sure, aren't you a little sore there?"

"Um, a little, but I don't care...I need you." He said.

"Um,, well, I guess, but I will be around tomorrow too" I said.

"Oh, come on, you old perv, don't you want to screw a 15yo again?" he
laughed.

With that he ground his hips into mine, making me harder.

"Um, Matt, could we do it a different way this time?" he said.

"Sure, stud, what do you want to do?"  I whispered in his ear.

With that, he rolled over onto his stomach, pulling a pillow under his
hips, poising his round butt high in the air, just waiting for me.

"Wow, man you are beautiful" I said, kind of choking on those words.

"Ummm quit talking and get humping... It's getting past my bedtime.. What
are we going to do tomorrow?" he said.

I rolled over to him, and began stroking his inner thighs, he responded by
rolling his hips back, showing more of his ass and balls... He was hard
again. I let a finger explore his hole a little, greasing it up, slipping
it in gently. I quietly reached over and got the anal cream, squeezed out
some and rubbed his pretty butt with it. No sense in any discomfort for him
I let my fingers massage him, letting the cream do its magic. Two fingers
were now exploring him now, I found his little prostrate, and gently
massaged it. He pushed back on my fingers, rocking on all fours. I was
finger-fucking him. I oiled up my hard cock and poised it over his willing
hole.

"Markie, are you sure?" I gently asked.

"Does this answer?" He giggled and pushed back hard on me.

My tip and head slowly disappeared into him and he moaned with pleasure. I
popped out accidentally. Slipping over him and riding up over his back. I
repositioned myself, straining a little as I was taller. I held myself over
him slowly pushing. I pulled his cheeks a little further apart, I entered
him. His back arched and I could see his hands clench. He rocked his head
back, his hair spilling over his shoulders.

"Yes, That's it Matt!!! Come on and screw me" He shouted out.

That energized me, and I started to pump myself into him. His beautiful
round ass took me in so readily. The sight of my cock sliding into him was
such a turn on. I reached to his hips and pulled him back onto me. I could
see his totally hard prick jiggle with each thrust. I reached under with
one hand and massaged his tight balls.

I wanted this boy so bad, I pulled out, my dick arching up, so excited.

I flipped him over onto his back, propping his butt on the pillows. I stood
on the floor by the bed, and slid his supple body to the edge of the
mattress. He spread his legs out and hooked his arms in his knees to hold
them back.

His willing hole was waiting for me, so I again entered this young man. I
took his legs, and put them on each side of my head, holding them by the
ankles. I kissed his calves as I pushed down and into him. He jacked
himself off, he was so erect, his head was fully swollen, his foreskin
pulled back and tight. I began rubbing his legs, letting my hands follow
them down and caressing his inner thighs. He liked that, and spread his
legs out and wrapped his feet around my waist. He hooked his feet together
so I could knead his thighs more. I was pumping him pretty hard now,
getting pretty close to cumming.

"Deeper, Matt! please! Deeper!" he said with an urgency.

I entered him a little deeper now, feeling his tightness and his ass on my
crotch. I had been rubbing his legs, but I let one hand down and took his
dick away from him. I began to stroke it, which he responded with a moan of
pleasure.

I gripped him tighter and stroked a little harder. I could feel pulsations
deep inside him tensing up on my dick. I knew he was close to cumming "OH!
OH! YES!" He said. I could feel his legs tensing up wrapped around my
waist.

He came in thick spurts arcing way up and spraying his face with his own
sticky white cum, It was too much for me too, feeling him cum while I was
deep inside. I pulled out and started to jack myself off. Mark reached up
and started to stroke me. I came, spilling cum all over his cock and
balls. I shook with pleasure, while a little river of cum dribbled past his
balls and down his crack.


I scooped Mark up off the bed, and held him tight. We were sweaty and
greasy. He wrapped his legs around my waist and hugged me so hard.

"Matt, you are everything to me". He said warm tears on his cheek.

"Mark, I love you" I told him kissing those tears off his cheeks.

"Let's get cleaned up, I want to go to the store and buy you some
clothes. We have 90 minutes till they close."

"Clothes? Why clothes?  He said with his nose wrinkled up.

"Cause you need to start dressing like a little stud" I laughed "You old
perv" he laughed back, and with that, he dropped his legs to the ground and
ran to the shower. I ran behind him "Since you lost, you get to scrub my
ass,!" he laughed turning on the water...

"What's the down side of that? I asked, winking at him.

We cleaned each other, toweled off and dressed for a trip to the mall.


Once we were in the car, I asked where he would like to go shopping for
some clothes.

"Oh, I like Target" he said.

"Target?  Really? That's a good place to go, why there, Mark?" I asked.

"Cause the pictures in the boys department are the hottest!  And, I think
the stock boys are pretty hot too!". He said, looking at me for a reaction.

"Well, heck, then Target it is!"

We chatted about stuff at school, and boys, and girls.

He gets to talking about stuff at school and he seems so young. But he will
graduate high school in December, and then he will move in with me.

Markie and I walk into Target. When we got out of the car, Mark reached out
hand held my hand. My heart melted, I wanted to pull away, because I know
what people will think about us. Then I thought of my love, his love, and
said the hell with the others.

We wandered about the store, Markie steering me to the boys section. Look
at those posters. Aren't they hot? He giggled. He asked me what he should
buy, I told him two shirts, a pair of jeans, and something to mark our
beginnings together. He asked if I liked saggers or what kind of jeans I
liked.

"Mark, you have to wear them, buy what you want!" I said "I know, but what
kinds to you like to see?"


"OK, I like tight jeans that ride on those hot hips." I smiled.

In a flash he was gone, plowing through the jeans section. Off he darted
and went into the dressing rooms.

"Hey dad, can you come in here?" I heard I didn't respond, thinking it was
someone else.

"DAD" I need some help in here" he said pretty loud.

I choked back and mumbled something to the clerk.

She motioned me back to the room.

"What is it Mark" I asked and opened the door, "I need help with this," he
said and stood in the dressing room, buck naked, with his boner in his
hand.

"Mark! dude!" I whispered. "We can't do that here. They got cameras and
stuff here for shoplifting. As much as I thought about blowing you we just
can't do it" I said.

"Really?? Dang it!" he said, and pulled his underwear over is boner. "What
am I going to do about this? "He said and thrust out his hips straining his
underwear against his erect dick.

"Well I know some things to make the swelling go down," we will try them at
home" I said, giving him the evil eye.

"Stay and help me pick out some clothes, please" he said.

"Hey, what's with the tears" he asked.

I hadn't realized I had shed a few.

"Um, it made me sad to hear you call me Dad."

"Why?"

"Because the greatest thing a boy can call a man is Dad. And I feel guilty
about that; and sad too, because I would give anything to have been your
dad"

"Matt, can I call you Dad?" he asked.

"Um, I don't know... You see I feel a little funny about that too, because
of the things we have been doing together... I'm a boylover, and I think
that may be a little screwed up even for me to be having our kind of
relationship, and you calling me Dad." I stammered.

"Hmm... let's see... We love each other, you are guiding me into
adulthood...I trust you with everything and you me..." he said. "So the
part that gets hard is we crossed an imaginary line that says sex is
bad..."

"I want to show you my love every second of the day; If that leads to our
having sex, then so what, who should know, and who should care."

"And, if showing your Dad that you love him in your own personal way is
bad, then we are both pretty fucked up". He was getting worked up.

I kissed him on the forehead, and whispered.

"I don't know if this is the place for this to be talked about. Let's
continue this tonight, ok.?

"OK, but I still want to call you Dad."


And with that we started talking again, and he pulled on jeans and modeled
them for me.

We settled on a pair of straight legged slim fitting jeans and a nice
t-shirt top that looked like two layers. He looked great.


We put the clothes in our cart, Markie giving me a tour of the store. "The
electronics guy is hot" he said, and we wheeled our way over there. He was
right, the boy wearing the standard red shirt and khaki pants. His pants
were slung low, on slender hips. He had long black hair, slender arms, kind
of an emo look to him. His face was pretty. He had a fingernail painted
black.

 He asked the guy what people were buying for music.

"The new Linkin Park CD is going fast" he said, his voice deep.

"Cool, do you have any copies?" he said "Got my stash behind the counter,
want to buy one? The beautiful boy said.

"Yup,!!" he said, taking the CD and putting it in our cart.

"Ill pay for it, OK? " he said "We'll see when we get to checkout" I
laughed.


Markie took me to the snack bar, where the clerk there was nice looking
too.

"I'm not as turned on by him, but he has a great personality. He tried to
hook up with me the last time I was here." He said.

It was sure strange to walk around and hear your lover's descriptions of
hot boys. He had good taste, and liked a variety of boys. That was nice to
see.

"Hey, you haven't pointed out any old farts for me!" I said.

"But you like boys! And Target full of hot boys. Which one turns you on the
most?" he asked, just bubbling away I stopped the cart, he turned and
looked at me.

"Oh, now I see him!" I said, and winked.

Mark came around the side of the cart, put his hand on mine and said "I may
think these boys are sexy, but I am the most turned on by you."

And with that, we didn't say too much more.


We walked around the store some more, going to the jewelry department. I
was going to get him an earring, something that he could wear to celebrate
our time together. We wound up over in the necklaces. He was looking at a
beautiful shell necklace.

"I want this one!"  he beamed.

"Really? What do you like about it? I asked.

"Well for one, I will remember our start together forever with
this. Second, we both kind of have to hide under our shells, ya know?"

The wisdom of this young man was amazing at times.

"OK, son, it's yours." I whispered.

"The clerk rang it up, and Markie had out of the packaging before I had
paid for it.

"Put it on! Put it on! Please!" he said.

"OK! OK!, just slow down a little. I clasped the necklace together on his
soft neck.


We worked our way through the checkout, and out to the parking lot, passing
a dark skinned boy pushing carts in.


He spun around and said.. "How do I look?

By that time we were at the car.

"Hot" I laughed

"Good! Hot for you, you old perv!" he laughed, plopped into the car and we
drove home.


When we got home, Mark took his jeans into the bedroom. He came out wearing
a pair of my boxers, which didn't fit very well.

What do we do now? He said, absentmindedly pulling on his cock through the
boxers.

"I thought we could cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie."

"I would love that, can I pick?" he asked.

"Yup, I'll pop some popcorn, I'll be right in.

I popped some corn, went into the bedroom, and pulled off my street
clothes. I pulled on a pair of mesh shorts, and came into the family
room. Markie was sprawled out on the couch.

I sat down by his feet, which he lifted up into my lap. I rubbed his feet
and lower legs, his smooth skin feeling so good to me. Mark was busy with
the remote navigating all the darn menus that come up.  I eventually got
onto the couch behind Mark, and spooned in behind him.

He took my hand, and slid it down to the boxers again. He was as hard as a
rock and sticking out of the fly.

"Maybe later, you stud, I just want to spend time with you in my arms if
that's OK" I whispered into his ear, kissing his neck.

He arched his back a little, making the boxers fall from his hips. "OK, but
one more time tonight at least"

My hand on his lower belly, legs entwined, I held my boy in my arms, and we
watched the movie.

I hadn't paid attention to what he had picked.

"Unaccompanied Minors" was playing.

"Damn those kids are hot" he said, and we settled into watching the movie.

I kept kissing his neck and ears. He kept holding my hand. I wished with
everything in my heart and soul that this moment would never end. I seemed
not to, the evening was getting late.

"Mark, do you have to go home tonight?"

"Nope, Mom and Dad went to the cabin, and said I had to fend for myself".

He took my hand and placed in on his soft manhood.

"How and I doing, fending for myself?" he said.

"Just great" I hoarsely whispered. The movie was ending; I took his dick
into my hand and wrapped my fingers around him.

"UMMM" he moaned and ground his hips back into mine, his boxers now all the
way off.  I let my other hand gently caress his thighs and soft round butt.

"You ready, Dad? It sure feels like it here!" he said and pushed hard
against my erection.

I responded by sucking on his earlobe.

Our first night together was going to be special


Chapter 7


I was so full of desire, so lusting after Mark tonight. We were going to
share our selves together again, and spend the night with each other. It
was so exciting.


Mark rolled over and draped his long, supple arms over my shoulder. He was
smiling from ear to ear, with a kind of goofy look on his face. He kissed
me on the lips, then opened his mouth and pressed into mine. His tongue
darted into mine, while his hand stroked my hair. I could feel his erection
on my belly, so hard, so ready, so innocent, yet so full of sexual
energy. We made out on the couch for a long time, letting our tension
build. I was so turned on, not just because of his youthful body, but
because we were so made for each other. We had gone from having sex to
making love. I had eventually laid on my back, Mark on top of me. He inched
a little lower, and began to probe my groin with his cock.

"Come on, lets go to bed" I whispered.

He pulled back; his erection sprung up and stood at full attention. Tugging
on my hands, my boxes fell to his feet. I stopped for a second, looking at
this beautiful young man. He still had the shell necklace on, touching his
tanned smooth skin. Noticing that I was looking at the necklace, he said
"You like it?

"Yes I do, do you want to take it off?" I asked.

"No way, I want to wear it forever." He giggled. "Every time I feel them on
my skin, I will remember our times together"

With that, he pulled on my hands harder, getting me up off the couch. We
walked together, in the dimly lit house to the bedroom. Mark opened up the
nightstand drawer, and got our our supplies. I folded the comforter
down. He darted into the bathroom and grabbed a towel.  He slid onto the
bed, his legs spread out, feet pointing to the bottom corners of our bed,
his manhood still hard, pointing straight to his face, jiggling with his
movement. His long arms laid at his side, his hand patted the mattress.

"Come make love to me Matt" he said, a huge smile on his face. I turned
down the lights, and came to his side.

"Markie, I love you so much." I said and I kissed him.

"SHHHH" he said. "It's time for us to make love to each other" with a
finger on my lips.

I took his finger into my lips, and sucked hard on it.

Mark rolled a leg on top of my legs, his hardness now pressing into my
leg. He was so at ease with his sex. It was amazing.

I felt his hand on my cock, which has been semi hard all night. Now full of
desire, I grew hard in his hand, my head swelling up with his thumb rubbing
the head with my gooey pre-cum. His other hand cupped my balls, and he slid
his head closer to my hips. He stopped and kissed my nipples and continued
down. I was so turned on, I started to rock my hips pumping my cock in his
hands. Mark took me into his warm mouth, sucking hard on the very tip. His
tongue circled the head, under the ridge, and tickling the area right under
my swollen hole. He traced little lines with his tongue down from the tip
on the underside of my shaft. He returned to the top, and tried to engulf
me in his warm and inviting mouth. He struggled to take all of me in, but
he gave it a great effort. He started to bob on me, sucking hard. His
slender little fingers started to wander down into my crack. The feeling
was absolute heaven. I spread my legs out a little, giving him a little
better access.

He took the hint, and worked his finger up to my willing hole. He licked
his finger to make it slippery and eased it in. It felt so good. He wiggled
that finger around inside me while he sucked my dick. He pulled his finger
out, grabbed a little lube and greased his fingers up some more. Now I felt
the pressure of two supple fingers trying to make their way inside me. I
raised a leg, and splayed it out a little, giving him full access. He
buried his two fingers inside me, and then began to pump them into me.

I started to cum a little; I could feel myself welling up inside him. I
didn't want the evening to end so fast, so I tried to hold back. Mark kept
working on my shaft, and pumping my ass with his hand. I let a little cum
past, I could tell Mark know it in a second, because he stopped sucking
me. He held his lips on the end of my shaft sucking hard, lapping up any
oozing cum. His other hand had gripped my shaft low, holding it tight to
hold back my orgasm. My hole was throbbing on his fingers with pleasure.

"Take me Mark, please fuck me!" I choked out.

Mark took his erection and poised it over my hole. I was ready for him,
giving him as much access. He pushed in, my hole, made ready with his
fingers easily took him in. He held my leg and using it for leverage, began
to pound my ass with his hot cock. His slender hips were rocking hard,
slapping my ass with every push in. His intensity was fantastic, he was
fucking me for all he had.

"MMMMM! OHHH!" he started to moan. His speed picked up, and he got a little
reckless. He pulled back too far once, his boner popping out of me, hitting
his belly. He was fucking me so hard, it took a couple of thrusts to stop
and put it back in me. I helped him guide it back in, his head swollen with
pleasure. He was back in me, and thrusting again, this time faster.

"I can't stop!! I can't stop!" He shouted.

With that I could feel spasms work across his sexy body, and he started to
bury his manhood as deep as he could inside me.

I felt his hot cum inside me, while he held himself tight up to me. I felt
his cock twitching with pleasure inside me too, feeling so good. He had
emptied quite a load into me; I could feel the gooiness on his dick.


Mark was gasping for air, and collapsed into my arms, spent. We kissed a
little, mainly just held each other, enjoying our bodies. I could feel him
breathing on me, and his chest rise and fall. It was priceless.

After a time, Mark started to rub me again, getting me harder. He clearly
wanted me to finish up again. He got his hand all slippery and stroked me
harder. While he faced me, he pulled his legs back, and planted his ass
over my crotch. He reached back and grabbed my dick, and arched his back to
raise his hole to me. He planted himself onto me and pushed down. I let him
do the work, as I wanted him to control the experience.

It took a few tries, but he worked me inside of him. He now squatted on me,
impaled on my cock. I lubed up my hands and greased myself up while he
bounced on me. He stopped, buried pretty far down on me. He worked his legs
forward, and his arms back.

He started to pump my cock on his ass again, this time, his crotch in my
face, his head tossed back. I grabbed his ankles, which straddled my
chest. I could see his semi hard cock flailing around as he pumped me.

It didn't take long, and I built up to a tremendous climax. I started
meeting his pumping by arching my back and rocking my hips into him. He sat
up straighter, still impaled deep on my cock.  I pumped into him, with my
hips and let a hand find his soft dick. I couldn't hold it any more, and
started to moan.

He ground his hips down onto me... driving me deep inside him. I came with
waves of pleasure, holding down hard on his hips. Leaving me inside, I
could tell I came a lot. I was still hard and pulsing inside him when he
tucked his legs down over mine and lay on top of me. I was still inside
him, and I cupped his ass with my hands. We were both pretty spent, so we
just lay there in each others arms. I am sure I eventually got soft and
came out of him, but I don't remember it. I only remember dreams of a life
together with this beautiful young man, and dreams of making love to him.

Soon it seemed daylight broke through the window's curtains, and Sunday
morning was here. I slowly woke up, Mark still by my side, the blankets
pulled up over us. I cuddled this young man in my arms and he stirred a
little. I stopped, as I wanted him to keep sleeping the deep sleep of
youth.  We drifted back and forth from drowsiness to light sleep for an
hour or more. It was finally time to get up.


Mark was not by me, but I could hear noised from the kitchen. I got up, and
toweled off a little. I walked into the kitchen, and there was Mark, trying
to brew come coffee for me.

"Good morning!" he beamed. Sunshine flooded the kitchen and highlighted his
hair. He apparently doesn't like clothing much as there wasn't a stitch on
him.

I came across the room, and kissed him good morning. "It looks like a good
morning" I said.

I helped him with the coffee, and then we started nuking some bacon. I
showed him how to make eggs, and he made some toast for us. We sat at the
island eating our breakfast, I was drinking coffee. Mark asked if he could
have some too, I said sure.

I poured him some in a cup. He took a drink and wrinkled up his nose. "It's
a little bitter"

he said "Here... lets put some crème in it" I poured some crème into it,
the milkiness swirling around in the dark coffee... eventually all mixed
together.

"Mmmm, that's pretty good!" he said, taking a sip.

We sat at the island, eating and chatting and planning our future.

"Any regrets, Mark?"

"Yup,,, that I had acted on my attractions earlier" he said, with a
chuckle.

"No, seriously, Mark, any regrets about what we have been doing? I said.

" No, seriously Matt, I have no regrets other than I should have done this
a long time ago. I never felt like a full person, because I had to hide my
feelings. No one should have to hid how they feel. It's wrong and twisted
that they should have to hide in shadows because of who they are attracted
to. Male, female, young, old, it shouldn't make any difference." He said,
his eyes riveted on mine.

"OK, enough, I just want you to be sure... There's not a lot of turning
back from what we did. I only want you to be happy"

"OK then, Matt, I promise you... I really promise you... That if I'm not
happy, I will tell you...OK?


And with that, we finished eating. Showered together and got ready for the
day. I usually go to church and help out with the youth group, but I wasn't
sure how Markie would feel about going.

 "When do we leave for the youth group?" he asked Surprised, I asked if he
really wanted to go.

"Sure, why not? We share our lives together, why not there? And... I can't
think of a better place to show off my new clothes!" he said I loved his
innocence, unaware of how the church might react. But I figure if the
church disapproves of a loving relationship, then I disapprove of the
church.

"We leave in an hour" I said "Plenty of time to rock out on Linkin Park..."
so we sat out on the patio and listened to his new CD.


Chapter 8


That was 8 years ago. We are still together. Mark finished High School in
December, just like he planned out. He tried to move out, to follow his
fathers demands, but once they found out he was moving in with me, they had
a fit.

Mark eventually, reluctantly, filed with the state to emancipate himself
from his parents control. I helped on the sidelines, but it was all Mark.
After a very short fight... the courts emancipated him entirely from his
parents control, and he moved in with me. We were a little uncomfortable,
living so close to them, so I put the house up for sale and we moved away.

Mark is now my life partner. He is listed in my will; he is listed on the
new house as co- owner, etc. For all practical purposes we are married to
one another. We are eventually going to start a business together, but want
our savings to build up before we take that plunge. Mark is a marketing and
sales consultant. He is well respected in his field, and our relationship
never really comes up in his work, nor has it seemed to hold him back.

He is one hot looking young man, at 23. He is toned and tight. We work out
together, and that has improved my body as well. He keeps his hair a little
long, but not like it was in high school. He stands almost 6 feet tall. It
is fun to go to restaurants and see both the waiters and the waitresses
fawn over him. All the while, he is holding my hand under the table! I am
the luckiest man alive.


We did go through some tough times. Adolescence came a little late with
Mark. He went through the rebellious stage a little later than a lot of
guys, but we survived without any scars. I think our love was his
foundation, and it helped him through those times.

I still struggle with my attraction to younger guys. I am a boylover, and
would never hurt a child. I adore boys, I put them on pedestals. I do think
that 12-18 boys are very good looking. It happened with Mark that our love
for each other found an outlet sexually, even though it would not have had
to be that way. We had a discussion one night about that, Mark wanting to
know if we would be together if we hadn't crossed the sexual boundary so
early. I felt we would have. Sex is a great part of our life together, and
it has been for a long time, but it is not the only thing between us.

We share our lives together, we are one.


So that is our story. Mark and I are planning out our lives together to the
end. He mentally, physically and sexually matured with me, something that I
find magical. I think the thing about our love and our lives is that if you
asked any of our current friends what they thought of us, they would tell
you they love us. They have no idea, nor is it any of their business at
what age we fell in love with each other. That is for us to know, and to
think back on with great memories.


Chapter 9 ( memories)


I remember the day I met Mark.

He lived two houses down from mine, his family just moved in a while back.

I had been seeing him out of his house a lot, dribbling a basketball, or
just playing hacky- sack. Sometimes he had a skateboard out. I would be
outside mowing my lawn or leaving for work. It took a couple of times
before he would return my wave.

It was about a month, with the end of school approaching, and he was
wearing less and less as the weather warmed up.

He was such a beautiful boy, probably 11 or 12. He had hair that was
probably light brown, but the more time he spent in the sun, the blonder it
got, so the tips were brown, but the body of his hair was blonde. It was
really long, probably too long for my tastes, but it was beautiful. He was
kind of skinny as kids that age could be. The one thing he did, when he
would pull off his shirt would be to let his shorts sag way low. My eyes
could follow that beautiful boy-vee right down to his crotch. He had a long
torso, which was flat and tight. His legs were long, not overly muscular,
nicely shaped. His hands were unusually small it seemed to me, but that was
my perception. A small pug nose, with freckles on his upper cheeks finished
off his face. He was not usually smiling.

We would wave at each other and stuff for a month or two before I got up
the courage to speak to him.


I have a basketball hoop in my driveway and I saw Mark out dribbling the
ball on his sidewalk.

"Hey young man! Feel free to shoot some hoops in my drive if you want." I
said.

"Really? I `d love that, we don't have one at my house." He said.

"Anytime you want, feel free. Tell your parents it's OK by me too."

"Um yeah Ill tell my mom" he said.

 I thought this went well, so I went a little further.

"Hey you want to earn extra money? I need my grass mowed and I just get too
busy at work to keep it up. I have the lawn mower, and everything."


"Um, I could try, I'm only 13, but I guess I could do that. I want to save
up for a guitar"

He said, kind of looking down at his shoes at that point.


Glancing at his long adolescent legs, I said, well you are sure strong
enough, why don't you give it a try? By the way, you can always play my
guitar until you can afford yours."

I offered.

"Oh that would not be a good idea, my step-dad says if I can't afford to
buy something I have to wait" Besides I don't know how to play, I just want
to learn." He was starting to stammer a bit.

I thought I might be getting into some tough issues for him, so I said. "Um
what's your name?"

"Mark. Mark Conner sir" he said and automatically offered his hand to shake
mine.

"UM, Ok Mark, well my name is Matt. Matt Allen. I am glad to know you!" and
I shook his hand.

"Cool, glad to know you. Um Mr. Allen, are there any kids on this block? He
asked.

"Mr. Allen is my dad" I am Matt" I laughed "And no, there are no kids that
I know if for a couple of blocks, why?" I said "Well I just wanted someone
to shoot hoops with and toss a football with, but Ill ask someone at
school."  Mark said.

"That won't do! I said. I'll shoot hoops with you!

Ha sure you will!" he said.

I could tell that he had been hurt by adults before, probably not
physically, but surely neglected.

"Mark, one thing you ought to know about me... If I say I will do
something, I will do it.

So if we get the time together, we can play some ball... ok?

Sure, Mr. All... sorry, Matt.

"Cool, now why don't you take a look at the yard, and tell me what you will
charge me to mow it. I want you to see the back yard as well." I said So we
started walking back from his house to mine, he was dribbling his
basketball, Every now and then he would glance up through his long hair, at
me, then quickly look away. We got to the gate leading to the back yard.

"Nothing special here, I do have a hot tub and a small pool. Just try to
keep the grass out of is as much as you can."

"OK I can do that, how much do you pay?" he asked "Why don't you tell me
how much you will charge?" I smiled.

"Um, $5.00 a time, is that too much" He asked, there was brightness in his
eyes I had not seen before."

"Nope won't work! Not for $5.00" I was teasing him a little "OH, sorry" he
said, the brightness draining from his eyes.

"I won't let you do it for under $10.00 a time, and only if you go with me
to my guitar lessons." I smiled back at his beautiful face.

"Mom and Dad will never let that happen, but I will mow your grass for
$10.00." he said "Tell you what, I'll call your Mom and Dad about the
lessons, and we have a deal. Now the gate is always unlocked, the mower is
in the shed, and my backdoor is always open.

You are always welcome to come to my house". I said Even as I was saying
that, it dawned on me that I trusted this young man way too much. I could
not explain it but he seemed so vulnerable, so needy. I guess I just felt
that this is what he needed, and maybe what I needed too.

"I could never go into your house without you there." He said.

"Mark, you are always welcome into my home. If you are mowing or shooting
hoops, you need a drink of water, whatever, just come on in. Before I
forget, you can always use the pool or the hot tub. Just don't bring
friends, please." I said.

"I would love to swim, and don't worry I don't get along with most of my
classmates.

They are so immature, so dumb. I usually hang out with adults and stuff, so
I won't have friends over." I could see the shine come back to his eyes. He
had a slight smile on his lips.

"OK then, so you can come into the house, even if it's just to get away
from the parents, or to talk, if I'm home, I'll always listen to you.

Mark turned away from me, and wiped his nose. He would not look at me. I
think a tear welled up in his eyes.

I put a hand on his shoulder, and he recoiled a little but let it stay
there.

"Mark, what did I say?" I asked quietly.

"Nothin, it's just something I have to work through. I better run. Can I
mow your yard tomorrow after school?. He asked, his nose now stuffy.

"You look at the yard and mow it when you think it needs it. I think it
needs it again, so come over tomorrow. OK?"

He never looked at me again, but said OK as he left.

I could not keep my mind off this young man the rest of the evening. I did
not dare go outside, afraid to see him. Eventually the weakness of my flesh
overcame me and I became aroused thinking of him. Feeling disgust for my
desires, I jacked myself off to relieve myself. I had a really hard time
sleeping that night.

I left for work, Mark was at the corner waiting for the bus. I rolled my
window down, "Are you going to mow this evening ?" I asked.

" I get done with my homework around 6:00, will that work?" he said, a huge
smile on his face.

"I'll be there." I said, and sped off to work on a day I would find it very
hard to concentrate.


It was 5:30 and I found myself in my dressing room, wondering what I should
wear. How silly! Here I am, a grown man wondering how to dress for a boy to
come over and mow my grass. DUH!.

I pulled on my usual mesh shorts for the evening, and went about my usual
routine. I made some supper, and I did make an extra serving in case he was
hungry. If he wasn't, I could have it tomorrow night.


Mark showed up a little after six, ringing the front door bell. I cam to
the door, and greeted him. I winked at him and said, "Is the gate broken?"

He stammered a little and said no... So we walked through the house to the
backyard.

I stopped in the kitchen, showed him where the bathroom is, where drinking
glasses were, He used the bathroom, came out, and we went out to the
shed. I pulled the mower out, showed him how to check the oil all that good
stuff.. By 6:45 or so he was ready to mow.

Mark pulled off his t shirt, revealing the most beautiful abdomen I have
seen in a long time. His shorts were a little too big, so they rode very
low on his hips, actually below his pelvis, riding on his butt. His abs
were really not developed yet, but they were smooth and tight. His belly
button rode a little high, and his pelvis bones, clearly visible, only
bracketed the most amazing V leading to his crotch. I have not seen one
that pronounced that I can recall. You could tell his manhood rode high in
his crotch, as it made a delicious bulge in his gym shorts. Not a hair in
sight, just lovely soft downy fuzz. His nipples were small and pronounced,
sitting atop nicely shaped pecs. He had long arms, which were quite slim. A
beautiful boy, wearing only shoes and shorts, in my back yard... How great
that is!


He started to mow, and was doing a good job of it. At first he struggled
with the control for the drive wheels, but I took his hand and showed him
how to squeeze the lever. Man his skin on mine was such a turn on... It was
heavenly to say the least.  It was stirring passion deep inside me that had
been asleep for so long. This was confusing to a gay man that I would be so
turned on by this boy. But there I was, sporting a half mast chub in my
shorts just being around him. I could tell my heart was beating faster, and
my legs trembled slightly. I could not tell if they trembled from fear, or
excitement, but it felt strangely good.


I sat down on my patio loveseat, and watched. His youthfulness was a
delight to watch as he maneuvered the mower around. He was getting sweaty,
wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.  With all the
movement, his shorts were riding dangerously low, but I just enjoyed the
view.


I went in and made two glasses of ice water. I stopped him before he went
to the front yard. I handed him the water, which he took and drank readily.

"Thank you" he said very politely.

"You are welcome, Mark. Just remember if I'm not here to just come in and
get your own." I said "Yeah, I don't think so" he said.

"Why not, I told you it was ok, didn't i?" I asked.

"I dunno, I just can't walk into your house and get stuff. I guess let's
see how things go, OK?" He said, his voice kind of low.

"OK then, but I have to tell you, If I say something I mean it, Mark." I
said, and with that, we walked out the door, and he continued to mow.


In a lot of ways, my mind was reeling as I sat down in my outdoor
sofa. Mark was an enigma in many ways. He is friendly, but kind of dark on
the surface. I really don't feel like I've reached him.  But somewhere I
also felt that we were making a connection that was deeper than words, and
that connection was somehow exactly what I needed. I was feeling complete
inside, at last.