Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 23:07:15 EDT
From: Eric Case <eric_case@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adult-Youth; Myles & Mark parts 1-3. (Eric Case) (MB, sod, oral, slow)

          This story contains explicit descriptions of love/sex between a
young man and a boy (23 & 13).  If you are underage or graphic sexual
stories are prohibited in your community...do not read this. This is based
on a true story as it was related to me, however I have dramatized it
slightly adding dialogue, events, etc. The names have been changed and any
likeness to events which have happened to other people is strictly
coincidence. If you don't know me personally, and didn't tell me this
story, then it's not about you.
          Please send comments to eric_case@hotmail.com. This is my first
released story, although I have written a few others that I have only
shared with close friends. This story, however, is not merely about sex,
but a relationship and it's major criticism so far has been that it takes
too long to get down to the "pumpin and sweatin" but this was my intention.
Let me know what you think, and all flames will be happily ignored!

 Thanks y'all
                                                   E.C.

P.S. YES "Myles" really drives a Lincoln Navigator. (Five people have asked)
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Part 1

          Well let me start out by telling you a bit about myself. My name
is Myles Johnson, I'm 23, 6'3'', 215 pounds with light brown hair and deep
brown eyes. I'm a recently retired football player.. just college, no pro
stuff, but I decided to quit because of a knee injury I got when I was 14.

          After I quit playing football when I was 21, I spent a year just
relaxing and training and tried to leave the football field behind. For a
couple weeks I couldn't even stand to watch a game. The workouts kept my
body toned and although I lost about 30 pounds, my build still looks great
- not to be conceited, but if I were someone else looking at me I'd say the
same thing.

          Well after a season off seeing my x-team go on to win their
league championship, I started socializing with the guys from the team
again. I was still attending university and went back to the weightroom to
work out with the team, hoping maybe.. just maybe I could strengthen my
legs enough that I could go back to the game but it wasn't going to work
out that way.

          A good friend of mine, Jason Washington (Our new starting middle
linebacker who had stepped up to replace me) suggested that if I didn't
want to leave the game but couldn't play that maybe I should coach. This
wasn't that alien an idea sinse I had trained Jason myself in my last
season and he knew I could teach the game, not just play. I said I'd think
about it and he gave me card with a number to call for a team in East
Valley.. the Junior Marauders. I thanked him and finished up my workout and
went back home.

				   * * *

          I woke up with the sun shining brightly through my bedroom
window. I jumped out of bed and walked through my empty house to the
kitchen to get breakfast. My parents and 14 year old brother had been
killed in an auto accident two years earlier and the court settlement, and
life insurance was putting me through college. I would have rather never
gone to college than lose my family, but there was little I could do and
sinse my mother had always wanted to see me graduate I decided to use the
money productively. (this may sound like a cold attitude, but it's the only
way I can keep going from day to day).

          Oh yes.. well, back to the morning. After I had finished my
breakfast I showered and through on my nike tear-aways, and muscle shirt to
head to the track. I picked my wallet up off of the dresser and as I did
the card Jason had given me fell out. I picked it up and looked at it for a
minute. It was white with East Valley Marauders written in a bold flashy
black and red text with the marauders logo on the side. Near the bottom was
a phone number of the team's head coach.

          Without thinking I picked up the phone and dialed the
number. After two rings a boy answered the phone and said "Mountain View
Marauders, Mark Davis speaking."  I tried hard not to chuckle at the boy's
business-like tone and replied with "This is Myles Johnson, I'm calling for
a coach Davis about a position as an assistant coach."

          "One moment please," the boy said, then I heard his hand over the
phone, then "DAAADDD... PHOOONNE!!" At this I could not help but laugh and
the boy heard me chuckling and giggled "he's on his way Mr. Johnson."

          "Thanks Mr. Davis" I said trying to maintain a businesslike
manner which only set us both laughing more.

          Then I heard a man's voice in the background ask "who is it
Mark?" to which Mark answered "It's that Myles Johnson that Jason was
telling us about"

          "Hey Myles, this is Aaron Davis.. So you want to help us out
then?" coach Davis asked.

          "Well to be honest I'm not sure coach, I was going for a jog up
at the Seneca track and I dropped your card on the floor and called the
number without thinking." I answered

          "Great! I'm glad you've chosen to join us" he said happily. "If
you're going up to Seneca why don't you swing by and pick up Mark, he's one
of the player's you'll be coaching and if you've got any doubts about
working with kids you can spend the afternoon with him. You came VERY
highly recommended from Jason Washington! His cousin played for us last
season and we heard nothing but praises for you whenever we mentioned how
well Jason was playing."

          "Well I can't really take credit for THAT, the boy's got skill!"
I said with more enthusiasm than I intended. "But if Mark wants to come for
a jog he's more than welcome.. there's plenty of room in the 'gator'. "

          "Gator?" He asked.

          "Yeah my Lincoln Navigator," I answered plainly. I'm always
amused at the fact that people are surprised when they find out what kind
of car I drive.. it's my baby, but I don't think of it as being as big a
deal as one of those little sports-cars that some of the guys from the team
go zipping around in.

          "Wow, a Lincoln huh? Well SUVs are great for coaching sinse
you've got alot of room in them, especially yours" he chuckled. "What time
will you be by?"

          I laughed, "where do you live?"

          "On Heston street, 1265..  it's just off of Walker's Line," he
answered.

          "That's only about two minutes away from me!" I said

          "Pretty convenient huh? It was a major consideration when we
moved in that we wanted to be as close to Myles Johnson as possible!" he
joked.

          We both laughed and I said I'd be over in a few minutes and we
hung up. I laughed to myself as I got in the gator, turned the radio up
playin "Hypnotized" by B.I.G. and headed off to meet coach Davis. I puled
into the driveway of a nice house and coach Davis came out to meet me. He
was older than I had expected, around his early 50s. He had dark hair that
was turning gray and he stood poised like many of my coaches had.. with the
'I'm the coach' attitude. He told me that he "loved my ride" and said Mark
would just be another minute. We joked back and forward for a few minutes.

          Then Mark came outside. Now I had never considered myself to be
gay or even bi, but I must admit thinking to myself that the kid was
hot. He was about 5'5'' and I guess around 110 pounds, with dirty-blonde
hair, and the deepest blue eye's I had ever seen. His body was well tanned
which made his little calves look more developed. He ran up to us and
smiled holding his hand out and introducing himself as Mark. I took his
hand in mine but didn't need to introduce myself as he said "and you're
Myles!"

          I smiled broadly and messed his hair up and his eyes twinkled his
happiness. "WOW! You have an awesome car!" He said excitedly.

          I opened the door and said to hop in and I closed the door after
him. I stood and talked with coach Davis for a few more moments when he
turned the radio back on and the ground started shaking. He rolled the
window down and smiled saying only "too cool" then rolled the window back
up.

          His dad smiled then looked serious for a moment and said "there's
a few things you need to know about Mark." We walked a few paces away from
the gator and he told me about Mark's brother who had been killed in a car
accident the year before. I could tell he was upset and I told him I knew
how they felt sinse I had lost my parents and brother to a car accident two
years before.

          "I like you Myles," he said deep in thought. "I can't make your
parents come back, but you're still young and any time you need someone to
help you out with anything at all, let me know. Ever sinse Joshua was
killed last year Mark hasn't been the same and he tends to get really
attached to people now. His brother was almost your age and you don't have
to, but ... well if you would, I'd really appreciate it if you'd spend some
time with Mark off of the football field. He needs a big brother. I can't
do alot of the things I used to. If you're not comfortable with this it's
no pr.."

          "Coach Davis..." I began, cutting him off.

          "Aaron" he corrected me.

          "Aaron," I said. "It would be my pleasure, and I think it would
probably help me out at the same time. I don't have a family of my own and
I really appreciate offering to deal with me like I were part of yours."

          We both smiled as Mark honked the horn and put the window down to
yell "come on Myles! You're burning daylight! You can talk to *DAD*
anytime!" he laughed and put the window back up. I asked Aaron what time he
wanted Mark home and he told me by 10:00 would be fine sinse it was a
Saturday. I told him I'd call him around dinner time to let him know how
things were going and he thanked me again.

          I hopped in the gator and started up the engine, gunned it a
couple times, winked at Mark, and we headed off to the track.

*********
Part 2

          We arrived at the Seneca Sports Center at around 11am. I asked
Mark how many laps he wanted to run and he told me as many as I did. I told
him I was planning on running about 15 or 20 and his jaw dropped. I told
him he could run till he was tired then I'd carry him piggy-back the rest
of the way sinse that was the way I trained for football anyway, and sinse
I couldn't do it with heavier people because of my knee it would help me
out carrying someone light.

          We headed in to the main building and I asked him if he had
something to run in besides his blue-jean cut-offs. He said he hadn't
thought about it when he got dressed and didn't have anything, so we
stopped in at the apparel store and picked up a new pair of nike shorts,
tear-away pants, and a muscle shirt like mine. It was a slow day so we had
the three employees helping us out and they all remarked how cute my
'little brother' was. I looked at him to see if he was upset, but he only
looked at me and smiled. We also got him a gym bag and a new pair of track
shoes. It may have been a bit much to buy a kid I had just met but I didn't
care. It was only money afterall and we headed out to the track, Mark
wearing his new threads. As we stretched on the track, I had to admire at
how developed his muscles were. He didn't look like a 13 year old with his
build, but his arms and legs were still pretty hairless.

          We started our run, and 8 laps later Mark asked if we could slow
down a bit. I had no objection and slowed my pace and he gave me his A-1
smile again. By the 12th lap he needed to stop so I slowed my pace and went
behind him and picked him up as I jogged and swung him lightly around onto
my back. He giggled at this and said "wow that was pretty cool Myles!
You're pretty strong!" I laughed and said thank you. Then I really picked
up the pace and started to run instead of jog while Mark yelled out
"yeehaa"

          I quit at 17 laps saying it was good enough for our first day and
as we were walking back to the car he asked if we would jog again
sometime. "Well I was planning on going again tomorrow if you wanna go."

          "Gee I dunno, I'd kinda rather stay home and watch tv" he said
jokingly.

          We both smiled and hopped in. "Okay where to now?" I
asked. "Hungry?"

          He put on a serious face and told me that my Navigator was really
nice, but that we couldn't drive to Hungry in it. We laughed and he said he
wouldn't mind going to Wendy's but didn't want to spend anymore of my
money. I really laughed at this and said not to worry, I had plenty more
than enough. He said he wanted to see my place first and take a shower. I
asked him if he wouldn't rather shower at his house, but he said we'd lose
too much time so I said "okie dokie" and we headed to my place.

          I sat down on the couch to rest for a minute sinse my knee was
beginning to swell and he came and sat next to me as I took my brace off. I
grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol to put some on when he asked if I'd
like him to sinse he'd seen his dad look after injured knees and ankles
with coaching. I didn't see why not and said sure so Mark promptly squatted
down on the floor in front of me and started massaging my knee with the
rubbing alcohol. Having marks hands rubbing my leg felt exquisite and I
sprung a monster boner, but sinse I was wearing baggy shorts Mark couldn't
tell. I managed to get it to go down before he had finished. I lead him up
to the bathroom and handed him a couple towels so he could dry himself and
once the water was running, I headed to my bathroom to take a quick COLD
shower.

          I washed quickly and got out and dressed before Mark was finished
in the shower and had to knock on the door and ask him if he was going to
be in there all day. He said he'd be out in a second and shut the water
off.

          After he was dry and dressed, I gave him a tour of the house "How
come you've got all this cool stuff and so much money?" he asked, looking
up at me inquisitively, so I sat down on the couch with him and told him my
'sad story' and he listened to every word. Then when I finished he took my
hand and said "I know I can't ever take your brother's place like no one
can take my brother's place, but I'd like it if we could hang out."

          I smiled and gave him a hug. "Yes Mark, I know I can never
replace your big brother, but I'd like to do big brother stuff with you
too." he smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Now how about that
lunch?" I asked and we laughed and left.

          We spent the rest of the day together going around the mall, and
then went to a college practice and I explained what was going on and he
seemed pretty interested. We called his parents to let them know we were
still alive, and I dropped him off that night at 9:00 an hour earlier than
I had to. Aaron invited me in to meet his wife Laura. Mark was spent from
the days activities and went to bed, and I sat with his parents in the
living room and we talked back and forward for the next couple of hours
before I took my leave.

          Our days went on much like this and I spent many evenings and
afternoons with Mark over the next few months. He was a great kid. Smart,
funny, and even cute. I had a few sexual feelings towards him but I
dismissed them whenever I felt them. By the time football started 2 months
after we had met the first time, we were nearly inseparable and I had met a
few other kids from the team. His parents appreciated me taking the time to
spend with their son and told me his grades, which had gone down when his
brother was killed, had improved greatly. I had to admit to them that mine
had improved to as well as my attitude. Aaron and I also spent alot of time
together discussing our coaching season ahead and I met the rest of the
staff. By the end of July, Aaron and I were ready for a year of coaching,
and Mark was ready to play.

* * *

          The day of the first practice was finally here and I couldn't
deny that I was excited. I had given up on my playing career and had
decided instead to dedicate myself to teaching kids to play the game so
that they wouldn't get hurt. We met all the players individually and then
addressed them as a group and went through a series of drills to teach the
kids technique. A few of them were pretty good, but no one could top Mark's
performance! All the agility drills we had gone through had made him light
on his toes and he could leave everyone else in his tracks in
wind-sprints. When we took a water-break I took him to the side and told
him how well he was doing and how proud I was and he replied with a quick
hug.

          Aaron made me the linebacker and runningback coach and was told
Mark would be middle linebacker and the secondary runningback. I spent the
month before our first game working with Mark (much of it on an individual
level on our jogs and training days). Before long he was.. to put it
bluntly.. amazing! In our exhibition game he was in on two out of every
three tackles, and when our starting runningback went down for 4 plays,
Mark easily marched us down the field on his four carries and scored his
third touchdown of the night (his other two were scored on defense).

          Finally the week of the first game had arrived. We were playing
the Midland Cavaliers, out big rivals who had destroyed our team the year
before 43-12. It was a big grudge match and everyone knew it, especially
Mark. He was nervous.. too nervous, and I was worried about him. He was as
ready as he could be and was at a level that was well past his age
division, but he doubted his ability. We talked on the day of the game
about how there was no pressure, and that all he had to do was play his
best and it would be more than enough. He told me he was afraid he'd screw
up, and I explained that he wouldn't screw up if he didn't think about not
screwing up. He said he'd try his best and I said I'd be proud of him for
it.

          The Cavaliers came out hyped up. Their coach was one of those who
feel the only way to get discipline and intensity out of them was to 'put
the fear of God' into them. I didn't like him from the first moment I saw
him, the way he smugly looked at our players as we warmed up quietly only
focusing on the job at hand while his ran wild yelling. We huddled for a
team prayer and he laughed at us, and I just smiled thinking "if you only
knew what you're in for."

          When the game started it was clear who the dominant team was as
we pushed them down gaining a 21-3 lead. Mark was playing like nothing I'd
ever seen before, lining up the defense and calling out the offense's play
before the ball had been snapped, then attacking like a mad-man. I asked
him at half time where he'd learned it and he told me from watching copies
of my old gamefilm.. yeah talk about make my head swell up with pride. (the
one on my shoulders! don't get your mind in the gutter YET.. just a bit
longer).

          The final score ended up at 67-17 for us. Mark had scored 4
touchdowns and made 19 tackles on 34 plays. It had been a good game and I
made a point of giving Midland's coach an extra big smile and handshake. He
was not pleased as all could tell but I don't think anyone in East Valley
cared! In our own minds, we were already the champions and had only played
one regular season game.

          The locker room was full of the wild noises of cheering and cans
of pop being opened as the kids sprayed them at one another. Within five
minutes nearly everyone was soaked but no one cared as Aaron entered the
room and all eyes turned to see his ecstatic face. "Well gentlemen.. we've
beaten Midland and you should all be proud of yourselves. Take the night
off, have some fun and we'll see you all on Monday night!"
          The players were supposed to attend a game-film session to go
over a few things but coach Davis was giving them all the night off, and
they began changing while slapping one another on the back and recalling
high-points of the game. I sat on a bench with a bunch of coaching
equipment when Mark came over to me and thanked me for everything I had
done. I told him he was more than welcome but we weren't finished the
season yet! He smiled broadly and asked me to help him get his shoulderpads
and jersey off. I reached under his jersey to undo the straps and felt only
his smooth skin underneath as he was wearing no undershirt. I rubbed his
firm stomach sort of without thinking and he smiled. I realized what I was
doing and apologized as I began to undo his straps.

          "No.. it's okay..  I liked it!" he said still looking at me, eyes
twinkling.  I smiled and continued with the straps and took his equipment
over his head. As his upper body came into view and his little chest, so
well defined with little erect nipples came into view, I inhaled
slightly. Almost a gasp and I had to concentrate to keep myself from
getting hard. All our workouts had turned this 13 year old boy from being
hot, into being a little Adonis. He leaned forward almost straddling my
right knee and whispered, "if you like what you see, we can try some stuff
tonight." He gave me a seductive little grin and my mouth just hung open as
I tried to think of something to say. He was supposed to spend the night at
my place tonight sinse his dad was leaving for the weekend on a business
trip and his mother was going along. I'd be alone with Mark for an entire
weekend and he was already...  I blinked hard trying to get my mind back
and said we should talk about something else and I got his nike shirt I had
bought him and pulled it over his head. I helped along with the other
coaches to get everyone changed and out the door, and after about a half
hour of celebration and praise from parents outside walked with Mark over
to his parents car where he kissed them goodbye. Then turning on his heel,
he grabbed my arm and ran to my car pulling me with surprising force behind
him. We got into the gator and I started her up. She roared to life and I
opened the trunk, throwing our 'junk' in and hopped back into the drivers
seat.

          "This is gonna be a fun weekend Myles!" Mark said grinning
mischievously at me. All I could do was raise an eyebrow, take a deep
breath and shift the car into gear as we drove out of the stadium's parking
lot.

*******
Part 3

          I had noticed Mark looking at me differently the last couple of
days. It wasn't anything that obvious; sidelong glances, and staring at me
when I wasn't looking, but had dismissed it. I had never felt any kind of
sexual feelings towards any guys all my life, and this didn't make
sense. Every waking moment I thought of Mark. When I was in the gym, it was
so I could get stronger to impress him. When I was at school it was to get
great grades to tell him about. But he was just a kid for crying out loud!
From the first time I had laid eyes on him I had felt something deep down
inside for him but had ignored it. I couldn't accept it and now he was
acting sexually interested in me?! No, he was just an innocent kid who had
like having his stomach rubbed in the change room for a moment. I smiled
and glanced over at him expecting to see him looking ahead at the road, or
maybe out the window at the cars below the way he usually did, but he was
sitting there staring right at me and slightly turned towards me.

          I looked back at the road and gripped the steering wheel tightly
telling myself what I was feeling was wrong. Out of the corner of my eye I
could see his firm muscles moving under the tanned skin of his little
legs. God he was so hot, but how could I feel this? I had dated many girls
in highschool, being the 6'2'' 250 pound linebacker, the son of the Midland
College great, and first two way black player Isaac Johnson, destined to
play pro as everyone said. Son of the 5'6 white gymnast Natalie Smith. I
knew I was a good looking kid and had been shallow back then, calling
myself the "best of both worlds" but people loved it. From my freshman year
to my senior year I must have gone out with at least 12 girls, but I had
never felt this way about any of them.

          We pulled into my driveway and got out. As I walked up the steps
to the from door Mark came along side me and held my hand. I glanced down
at him and he was looking up at me adoringly. My mind was a torrent of
emotion: happiness, confusion, fear, and even..

          "I love you Myles," Mark said in a soft voice as I closed the
door. "I've liked you sinse the first time I saw you playing football five
years ago, but now I love you."

          I stopped dead, "five years ago?" I asked puzzled.

          "My brother and I used to go to all your games. He had a big
crush on you." he said

          "You used to come to my games five years ago? I must have been in
highschool then"

          "Yeah you were a junior, and Josh was a freshman. We went to all
of your games. We even hung out with you a few times! That's how I decided
I wanted to play football" He said smiling.

          Then I made the connection.. Mark's brother was Joshua Davis who
had always seemed overly happy to see me. We had hung out during the summer
and I had spent time teaching him to play. He had tried out for the team
the following year and made it, but quit because he didn't like the
coaches. I couldn't blame him for that, but I had felt hurt that I had
worked with him and he only seemed happy to be there but didn't want to do
the work. Mark was Josh's little brother. I had known him when he was
younger and had spent an afternoon with he and his brother at the
mall. When I went to college we lost touch and I never even made the
connection between Josh and Mark. I didn't even know he had died.

          I couldn't speak, I just burst into tears. I walked into the
living room and thumped down onto the couch as my eyes ran water. I didn't
make any noise but I felt awful. All the time I had spent with Mark and I
never picked up on who he was. Joshua had been a friend of mine and I had
never told Mark how sorry I was, or anything else. Mark came and stood in
front of me obviously moved by seeing me in my present state.

          "What's wrong Myles?" he asked looking concerned.

          "I never knew Mark!" I choked back a sob. Talking was making me
lose it more. "Josh Davis.. little Mark.. I never made the connection! Why
didn't you tell me it was you? I never knew Josh was dead." I said sadly
calming now.

          Mark had kneeled in front of me, his left knee between my legs
resting on the couch and hugged me starting to cry himself. "I wanted you
and I was afraid that if you knew I was little Mark, you'd stay away and
not want to get too close to 'the dead kid's brother'. Then when you talked
to me like you used to I figured you probably knew it was me."

          "I'm so sorry Mark. I should have been there for you when Josh
died." I said sadly, rubbing his back slowly.

          "It's okay," he said with a shaky voice. "You're here now, just
don't leave me, I love you!" The power of what he said then hit me, and I
sat there holding this boy in my arms who I loved.. yes loved so much.

          "I love you too little Mark, and I'm staying right here." I said
slightly taken back again at my feelings for him. I had never been more
content than I was sitting with him like that.

          He leaned back slightly and looked at me. I looked deep into his
eyes and saw the love he felt for me.  Then he started leaning forward and
pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me lightly at first, then I felt his
toung push it's way into my mouth and he moaned deeply. My heart ached,
skipped a beat, and then pounded at the feeling he was giving me with his
passionate kiss. I felt weightless as Mark's passion swept over me, and I
began to kiss back rubbing his back as he straddled my lap. His hands
rubbed my shoulders, neck, and the back of my head. I was hopelessly in
love, and powerless to fight the feelings I had.

          I could feel Mark's stiffy pressing into my stomach and my 6
1/2'' hard on rose in response. Marl felt is pressing into his groin and
started humping down onto it as we kissed. He broke our kiss long enough to
find the buttons at the top of my shirt. I stopped him and asked "are you
sure you want to do this?" He answered by locking onto my lips with his
again as he undid my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders. I reached under
his t-shirt and rubbed the soft smooth skin of his back. He broke our kiss
again and raised his arms so I could take his shirt off which I promptly
did. In the back of my mind I told myself to stop, but I was helpless. I
didn't have the strength or rather the will power to stop him. The curtains
were all drawn and we were alone. I decided that I wouldn't ask him for
anything, but would put my body, heart, and my vary soul at his service.

          He reached down and started undoing my belt and I matched his
actions. A few moments later we were both wearing nothing but our
underpants, me in my boxers, and Mark sporting a sexy pair of bikini
briefs. We went up to my bedroom and I lifted him onto to the king-size bed
(not that he couldn't have gotten up by himself, but he smiled widely as I
picked him up). I slid off my boxers and kicked them to the side as Mark
slid his down his smooth hips and over his adorable feet.

          I stood and looked at him naked for a moment just taking in the
sight before me. The twelve year old body that a 15 year old could be proud
of. Hairless body excluding some slight peach fuzz on his legs and around
the base of his 4'' penis. I took a deep breath and could only say "wow" as
Mark giggled at the look on my face. He was checking me out too admiring my
manhood, and built body. I was nearly hairless too as neither of my parents
had much body hair. In highschool I prided myself on having so little hair
on my legs sinse it showed my calves and upper legs off so well. He sat up
and took hold of my arm guiding me onto the bed next to him on my back. He
rolled over on top of me and slid down slightly so that our hard cocks
rested next to each other. He started kissing and licking my neck,
collarbones, and nipples as I massaged his firm buttocks. He was humping
quickly now and we were both covered in sweat. Mark was moaning loudly
letting out gentle 'ohh' after 'ohh'. I could feel my orgasm getting close
as Mark sped up and started to lose control. Then he tightened up driving
hard into my groin and threw his head back and started shooting a small
load between us. As he left his first shot go I went over the edge and
yelled out loud. He continued to squirt 5 more times as we both shot our
respective loads between us. When he had finished I was still going but he
pulled himself up so he could kiss me and I shot my final two shots between
his legs onto his little nut-sack.

          We kissed for a couple of minutes as I reached underneath him and
started running my fingers around on his little scrotum that had been lubed
by my juice. After a few minutes of this he pulled back and said he wanted
to try something else. He spun around and he promptly began licking my cock
around the head.  Then he enveloped half my erection swirling his tongue
around it. "Ohhhhh MARK! Where did you learn to do that like that? I asked
totally out of breath.

          He pulled off long enough to say "the stories on the internet can
teach you all KINDS of stuff." He giggled and went back to work.

          I pulled him into a near classical sixty-nine position and
started kissing his cheeks all over. I spread his cheeks and looked at his
little virgin hole. I nearly shot my load as I started to lick inside his
crack. He started to moan with excitement and sped up on my erection. I
started licking around his hot little hole. He moaned louder and shifted
backward pressing his pink hole onto my tongue. His hole tasted as clean as
his mouth and I tongued him faster as he sped up on my cock.

          Suddenly he pulled off of my cock and sat back on my face
pressing his weight down lightly as I continued tongue fucking him. "Uhn
.. Oh Myles fuck me!" He yelled as he continued to rock lightly on my
face. I lifted him off of my face and positioned him on edge of the bed. He
laid face down and spread is cheeks turning is firm ass upwards to take
me. My cock was already slippery from his blowjob a minute earlier, but I
applied so KY anyway and with my cock slicked up I positioned myself at his
sweet opening. As I rubbed my glans across his anus he started moaning "do
it Myles! Fuck me! I've waited soo loong and I want you inside me NOW!" I
applied a light pressure to his opening and managed to ease part of my head
in as Mark moaned sensually beneath me. "Push it in.. doo it Myles! Uhhhhn
fuck me!" I slid myself in enough to get the head inside. He rolled over
carefully to keep me inside him and held his knees to his chest. I pushed
myself in a little bit more. I now had about 2 inches in and was taking it
slow sinse I was afraid I'd hurt him. Mark's face was mad with lust and he
released his legs and put them behind me grabbing me between them and
pulled me forward into him up to the hilt in one swift move. he then
grabbed my arm and pulled me down to kiss him and locked his legs and arms
around my back. I began slowly thrusting forward and pulling out gently.

          "You can fuck me harder than that Myles! Pound me!!" He yelled as
he started stroking his rigid penis.

          I started moving faster and faster and soon could hear the 'slap
slap slap' as I pounded away and Mark cried out in ecstasy. Soon the
pressure was building at the base of my cock again and I knew I wouldn't
last much longer. I continued to plow away, feeling myself sliding in and
out of Marks tight, wet ass. We were drenched in sweat and I could smell
Mark's boyish odor as I leaned in and kissed him inhaling deeply. "Ohhh
fuck me harder PLEASE!!" Mark pleaded with me, so I turned him more on his
side, holding his right leg up across my chest and shoved myself deep into
him. He began gasping and moaning and then with a girlish screen exploded
into a fit as his orgasm swept over him. I reached the top seeing this and
slammed myself deep inside him and shot wad after wad of hot cum into his
bowels. He moaned and writhed as I filled his guts with my cream. I picked
him up and fell onto my back on the bed with myself still embedded deeply
in him.

          My cock continued to twitch in his rectum and each time it did he
cooed. We laid there as my penis softened and I pulled out of him. We were
laying stuck together by our sweat-moistened cum and kissed one another,
fondling each others nipples. Soon we were both drifting off to sleep, my
baby in my arms, and for the first time in a couple of years I was truly
happy.

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Well that's the long drawn out intro to this story. There is more to
come.. afterall it was a ten game season and didn't end with their
championship! As I said this tale is based on a true story, and I am
retelling it with the participants' permission so if you didn't like
something let me know, but I won't deviate too far from the story as I was
told it but I will change the way I relate it. Also expect to see a
"Through Mark's Eyes" version soon (I think the concept is pretty self
explanatory). But I will only take the time to write it if enough people
ask about it. You can reach me at eric_case@hotmail.com

Oh and yes this story was much longer than I had intended, but I wanted to
establish the relationship first rather than the usual "same old sex
story." Whether you believe it, agree with it, or not.. there relationship
is based on LOVE, not sex. I'm not recommending that everyone go out and
try to start a similar relationship up, but what they have is special.

Thanks for reading
eric