Date: Sun, 09 May 1999 01:35:35 EDT
From: Eric Case <eric_case@hotmail.com>
Subject: Myles and Mark 16-18

As in all the other parts to this story, do not read it if you're under 18
(pfft yeah right), it is illegal to view sexually explicit material where
you live (you should think about moving), or if you are offended by the
prospects of a young man and a young teenager engaging in sexual activity
(psychological evaluation required ;).

When I started writing this story I never thought I'd be writing up to a
part 20 but the story STILL isn't finished with these parts, however I'm
going to take some time off from M&M to work on "Through Mark's Eyes" and
I'm planning a new project. PLUS I need a bit of a vacation to get some
homework done ;)

Thanks again to all of you who sent me comments and compliments. I
appreciate all of your support! Here are the next parts to the story. Hope
y'all like them! You can send any comments/suggestions to
eric_case@hotmail.com.

Thanks y'all,
                                              E.C.

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Part 16

          We drove along singing songs as we listened to the radio. Mark
was really happy and seeing his smile was enough to make anyone happy! When
we got to the Ford-Lincoln-Mercury dealership I guess we drew attention to
ourselves with what we were driving in. Mark and I walked around the lot
outside then went inside while two salesmen followed us around asking if
there was anything they could help us with. Eventually Mark said "So what
are we gonna get Myles?"

          "What do you want to get Mark?" I asked looking into his deep
blue eyes.

          "How about a Mustang?" he asked smiling.

          "What color?" I asked already knowing the answer.

          "Black of course!" he giggled.

          We walked across the showroom to where a gorgeous black '97
Mustang Mach III convertible sat with it's roof down. Mark's eyes lit up
and his smile spread from ear to ear. I laughed at his goofy expression and
asked how he liked it. "How do I like it?!?! It's AWESOME Myles!"

          One of the salesmen came up behind us. "That little number is
quite expensive," he said as Mark jumped over the door into the drivers
seat. Mark sat behind the steering wheel turning it slightly from side to
side making screeching noises. "Please be careful with the interior!" he
said impatiently. "Maybe it would be best if you got out.."

          "We'll take it, now shut up and let him have his fun," I said
still smiling.

          "You're going to buy it today?" he asked eyes widened slightly.

          "Well I was planning to." I sad flatly. "Here's my card," I said
handing him my platinum no-limit credit card.

          He took it and invited Mark and I into his office. We sat down
and filled out the necessary papers. Mark was bored and was swinging his
feet under his chair then started humming quietly to himself. The salesman
looked at him impatiently as if he wanted to say 'shut up' but I gave him a
look and his eyes only met mine for a second before he looked away. Mark
giggled silently trying to be good grinning from ear to ear. He was so darn
cute sitting in the chair. "Will you be driving the car home today?" the
salesman asked in an ignorant tone.

          "Look man," I said getting angry now. I had been patient assuming
he was having a bad day up until now, but he was taking it too far. "I'm
here to buy a car from you. This is how you make your living, but I doubt
you're always an ignorant asshole with all your customers, now why don't
you do me and Marcus here a favor and shut the fuck up!" I signed the last
form as I finished my statement and tossed it across his desk at him. I
rarely swear off the football field and this outburst surprised Mark enough
that he burst out laughing. The salesman sat there like he had been slapped
in the face then got a weird look on his face. He looked at me, then at
Mark, then smiled and started laughing.

          "I'm sorry Mr. Johnson," he said still chuckling. "I'm having an
off day today and I've lost two customers already today but that verbal
kick to the groin has cooled me down a bit."

          We all laughed for another minute or two and Mark started in with
telling a couple jokes. Then I remembered the question. "Oh yeah," I
said. "I won't be taking the car home today. I've just bought a new house
and we're buying a couple cars today to put in the garage so we can't drive
them back. I'll get a truck to pick up the Mustang by Wednesday next week."

          "Sounds good then," he said slapping me on the back as we left
his office.

          Mark and I left and headed to the Dodge dealership where we
bought a new Dodge Ram. As we got into the gator after this purchase I
looked over to Mark and asked him if there was anything else he wanted
today. At that moment we saw a Hummer drive across the street in front of
us and he looked at me and got a sly grin and raised his left eyebrow. I
laughed "a Hummer huh?" He nodded and smiled.

          We stopped at the dealership that dealt with foreign and
not-so-usual cars. This is where one could find the odd Bentley, Austin
Martin, Ferrari, and of course.. Hummer! They had a black one sitting in
the lot when we arrived and Mark split a huge grin across his face.

          We were just finished filling out the papers when my cell-phone
started ringing. I answered it to hear Laura on the other end with a panic
stricken voice. Mark could hear her talking quickly and loud and asked what
was wrong. I put my hand on his head for a moment as I listened to Laura
then looked down at Mark. He could tell something was wrong and I didn't
know how to tell him what it was. "Mark.." I began slowly.. "It's your
dad.. he's.. he's had a heart attack Mark." I said seeing his worried look
turn to one of pain. "He's okay.. they said he will be okay but we have to
go see him," I said trying to ease his concern. We hopped in the Gator and
instead of heading straight for the hospital I headed back to the Ford
place. The mustang was now outside waiting to be picked up and I stopped in
telling the salesman that I was leaving the gator here for a day or two and
taking the Mustang now then I tossed him a couple hundred dollars saying
"this is for parking." then Mark and I got into the Mustang and headed off.

          I drove down the highway at about 70 Miles per hour. The limit
was 60 but we were in a hurry and the road was nearly empty. Twenty minutes
later we were back in East Valley and we quickly made our way to the
hospital. When we arrived inside Mark's mother was waiting for us at the
front entrance. She lead us up to where Aaron's room was. She had already
been in to see him and let Mark go in and stayed back to talk to
me. "Myles," she said beginning to tear up. "I just don't know what to do!
They said he needs an operation to fix a malformation in his left ventricle
whatever THAT means. We need a good heart surgeon but our medical insurance
won't pay for the doctor who is the best! I can't lose Aaron I just can't!
She said crying into my chest.

          "It's okay Laura," I said softly holding her. "Everything's gonna
be okay. We'll find the best heart surgeon there is and we'll have Aaron
home before you know it!"

          "But that's just it Myles!" she continued more calmly now. "Aaron
and I are sinking into debt already with both our incomes put together! He
will be off work now and probably won't be able to go back at all and we
just can't swing it anymore."

          "Laura," I said in a more 'matter of fact' way than I
intended. "If you guys were having trouble you should have TOLD me!"

          "I know but we didn't want to take advantage of you!" she said
sadly.

          "Now now.." I was being firm. "There'll be none of that. I'll
take care of your bills, and while Aaron is still under the weather you and
Mark will stay at my house. There's plenty of room and I could use the
company. You guys can move in permanently if you want but for now that's
how we will work it. When Aaron gets out of the hospital he can stay at my
place too. By then I should have some hired help that can look after
him. We will get through this and you're NOT taking advantage of me.." I
said tearing up slightly myself which I rarely do. "You, Aaron, and Mark
are all the family I HAVE! I asked you before if there was anything I could
help you with and you said no. It was just yesterday and you said no!" I
was feeling really hurt now. "Why do you guys shut me out like this? Why
can't you just let me be a friend to you?"

          This emotional outburst caught her off guard and she pulled her
head back to look up at me. She could see my pain and her look changed from
sadness to pity. "I'm sorry Myles.." she began slowly. "You're right.. you
are a part of our family now..." she trailed off. "Thank you Myles." she
said after a couple seconds as if she was snapping out of a dream.

          Just then, Mark came out of Aaron's room. He had a little smile
on his face. Not his usually bright smile, but seeing that his dad was
alive had eased his mind a bit. "Dad wants to see you Myles," he said
softly. As I entered the room he sat down with his mom outside.

          "Hey there," I said quietly looking at Aaron as I reached the
foot of his bed.

          "Myles.." he said almost in a whisper. I sat in the chair up near
his face and took his hand.

          I had flashbacks of the day my family was in the car accident. My
brother was killed instantly and my mother died on the way to the
hospital. My dad made it through for awhile later and we actually had a
chance to talk for a little while before he passed. I had sat next to him
just like this.. tears were streaming down my face and I was shaking. My
brother and my mom were both dead and my dad was dying. I would be all
alone. He told me he loved me and he was sorry. I begged him not to
go.. not to leave me squeezing his hand tightly. "I'm scared dad," I told
him in a shaky voice. "I know Myles.. I'm so sorry son. I love you so much
but there's nothing I can do. I'm fighting Myles, I really am but.." he
winced in pain and then gasped out loud and his eyes opened wide. "I love
you.." he trailed off as the heart monitor went into it's long squealing
sound. Doctors and nurses rushed into the room and started trying to bring
him back but in that crushing moment I knew that my world as I had known it
was over. With tears in my eyes I signed a bunch of forms. I guess they
were certificates of death or something about bodies. I still don't know
since I never took the time to read them. I've got copies and still haven't
read them.  I drove half way home before I I felt sick.. sicker than I've
ever felt and when I got out of the car I staggered up the front steps and
into the house and headed for the bathroom. I spilled my guts into the
toilet and kept wretching for nearly an hour. I couldn't eat or even sleep
for days afterwards and by the time the funeral was overwith I was a total
wreck. The truck that had killed them was unsafe and was owned by a major
shipping company and after the police investigation and trial was over my
lawyers told me to sue. We settled out of court for a very large sum of
money which I invested quickly. It took me about a year to get my life
"back together" and I was still incomplete and alone until Mark came into
my life. Sometimes I look at him while he sleeps thanking God for bringing
me one of his angels to love and to love me.

          "Myles.." Aaron said again bringing me back from my thoughts.

          "Yes Aaron" I said. Something told me everything would be okay
and I felt strangely relaxed.

          We went on to talk about Mark and Laura, and what we would
do. What was to happen with the football team and about his operation. As
the week went by Laura and Aaron decided to sell their house and move into
mine permanently. I was ecstatic. Mark and I would be more discreet now
than before since we would be in the same house but it was big enough that
we could be noisy when we wanted and not disturb others' sleep. I also had
plans drawn up for a club-house and practice field for the football
team. The day of Aaron's operation came and was a big success. The doctors
said it went even better than they had hoped and they expected Aaron to
make a full recovery. Mark and I hadn't done anything all week even though
we had been living together and slept in the same bed every night.

          One morning I was sleeping lightly when I heard the bedroom door
open. I had my eyes opened just enough to see out but Laura couldn't tell
they were open. She leaned against the side of the doorway and smiled at us
watching us "sleeping" soundly together. Mark stirred slightly in his sleep
and cuddled into me more and sighed. Then Laura left and closed the door
quietly behind her.

          A couple weeks later Aaron came out of the hospital and was
greeted at our house by the junior Marauders. He said hello to all of them
and that he was happy to hear that they had continued on their undefeated
streak in his absence. They all came in and had some of Aaron's "Welcome
home" cake but a little while later he got tired and needed a rest so the
players headed home saying welcome back to their coach.

          When Aaron was asleep in his room, Mark and I headed outside to
the pool. Leo, one of my new "servants" was relaxing in a deck chair and
jumped to his feet. I told him to relax so he sat back down smiling. He and
the two other full-time workers knew about my relationship with Mark and
were "kewl" with it. The job interviews had been interesting to say the
least but that's another story. Mark and I sat in a couple of chairs at the
other end and soaked up some sun for awhile then Mark decided he wanted to
go swimming so we headed inside to change. When we entered my room Mark
closed the door behind me and gave me a weird look. "Myles.." he said
slowly not sure how to begin what he was going to say. "Do you.. still.. do
you still like me?" he asked giving me a concerned puppy dog look.

          "Why do you ask??" I said looking at him surprised at the
question.

          "Just do you?" he asked still with a worried look on his face.

          I sat down on the bed and held my arms out to him and he came to
sit sideways on my lap and put his head on my shoulder. "Mark.. I love
you. You're the most important person in the world to me. Why would you
think things were any different?"

          "It's just.. like the last couple of weeks we haven't DONE
anything together.." he trailed off but I got his point.

          "I know baby," I said quietly kissing his forehead. "There's been
a lot going on and we haven't been quite as active as we were before I
know, but that doesn't mean we don't love each other Mark. Yes sex feels
great, but I love to just be with you and hold you as well. I also don't
ever want to push you into sex.."

          "Push me into it?!" he interrupted me giggling. "I've wanted some
for WEEKS!!" I could see his hardon in his shorts and I started to massage
in through the fabric. "Mmmm," he moaned as he started rocking his hips
gently. He jumped up and ran to the door and locked it as he turned
imitating the "turn and go" of a defensive back covering a fly pattern. He
giggled as he ran back to me and plowed into me knocking me back onto the
bed. We laughed and wrestled around on the bed (I was taking it easy of
course) and eventually I let him pin me with my hands on each side of my
head and him on top of me looking down at me. His smile faded as he got a
look of burning desire and leaned in to kiss me. His tongue quickly found
it's way into my mouth and he moaned into me. He now had his hands under my
arms rubbing my sides gently while I held his head in my hands rubbing his
cheeks gently as we kissed for a few minutes.

          "Mark.." I said pulling back for a moment.

          "Yeah Myles," he said giving me the most seductive look I had
ever seen.

          "Well I was thinking," I said slowly.

          "No way! You THINKING?!" he giggled.

          I laughed with him. "No seriously Mark.. It's just that whenever
we have sex I always fuck you and I just don't want this to be a one sided
relationship and wondered if you wanted to.. well if you wanted to fuck
me." I trailed off. Six months ago I never would have thought I'd be asking
a thirteen year old if he wanted a piece of my ass but knew I enjoyed being
inside him and thought he might like to feel the same from me.

          "Really?" he asked beaming. "I almost asked before but I didn't
want to like gross you out or anything." he giggled.

          "You could never gross me out Mark." I said smiling. We stripped
off our clothes kissing each other in between then I sucked Mark's cock to
get it nice and hard and we put some KY on it. When he was all slicked up
he rolled me over onto my stomach and started gently rimming me. He licked
tentatively at first then said "hmm doesn't taste like anything.." then he
started licking harder and was eventually driving his tongue into my
hole. I enjoyed the feeling of his hot little tongue working in and out of
my hole. His delicate touch was getting me turned on and a couple minutes
later I rolled onto my back and slid to the edge of the bed. I was just at
hip level and Mark pressed his hard little cock head against my
opening. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.

          "Yes Mark, I'm ready." I said smiling at him.

          He pushed forward gently into me not wanting to hurt me and a
minute or two later he was all the way in me. I didn't want to tell him to
go ahead and put it all in cause he was small enough that it wouldn't hurt
but I didn't want to make him self conscious. His cock wasn't all that long
but it just reached my prostate and at the angle we were at it was hitting
it each time he pushed in. Mark was moaning and speeding up now and he took
my thick meat into his hand and started stroking in time with his
thrusts. Now I was moaning too and with one last thrust pushed himself into
me and began letting his own boy juice fill me. Feeling him shooting inside
me and seeing the look on his face combined with his hand sliding quickly
up and down me was enough to send me over the edge and I shot all over
myself. and the bed. Mark giggled and licked me clean before coming up to
kiss me.

          "Thanks Myles." he whispered into my ear as he nibbled on the
lobe.

          "Thank *you* Mark," I said. We laid and cuddled for a few more
minutes then put our swimsuits on and headed back out to the pool.

          When we got out back we were greeted by Leo with a smile. "Guess
you two got hung up for a bit huh?" he asked winking. Mark shot him that
million dollar smile and Leo gave us a wink. "I'll go get a couple towels
for you guys and tell Eric to get started on lunch." he said and left us to
jump into the pool and immediately start engaging in boisterous horse
play. You know all the dunking and splashing that is always against the
rules? Well it's my pool so there.. :-Þ

          Eventually we got tired of swimming and headed inside. Eric said
lunch would be ready in about twenty minutes as we walked up the
stairs. "Try not to spoil your appetites on OTHER things!" he laughed after
us. "We won't!" we laughed back.

          We took a quick shower, washing each other and of course getting
ourselves hard then walked back out to my bed. "Myles.. I really enjoyed
what we did earlier did you?" he asked.

          "Yeah Mark, it was nice to make you feel pleasure like that," I
answered smiling.

          His red pouty lips smiled as they said his next line. "I enjoyed
it too, but it's been a long time since I got to feel you inside me and
that also makes me feel pleasure." He smiled and continued, "do you think
you've got enough energy left after that swim to give me a good pounding?"
He pulled my towel off of me to see my rising member and added "mmm I'm
glad the little general doesn't think so!" then we both burst out into
laughter.

          I laid on my back and Mark stratled my face as I began rimming
him. I had to admit that I missed the way he wiggled his hips with delight
whenever I did this. He leaned forward to take my hard on into his mouth
and he began sucking at it hungrily. He was rocking his hips fast now and
moaning loud and I could tell he was really hot already. He rolled off of
me and grabbed a pillow putting it under his hips and hoisted his legs into
the air exposing his little hole. I wasn't ready to fuck him yet though. I
started by licking at his hard cock first, tasting it's length then taking
each of his balls into my mouth. Then I licked down to his hole once again
and coated a finger with KY and began finger fucking him working three
fingers into him and covering his insides. After a minute or so of this
treatment he tossed his head back and let out growl as his penis quaked and
shot out a few loads of cum onto his stomach. He stayed hard as I mounted
him sliding into him in one gentle motion. He was so relaxed from the
fingering that he didn't even wince as I entered.

          "Ohhhh.." he groaned quietly "fuck me Myles.. fill me up, I need
you it's been so long!" I decided not to disappoint and began pressing
myself in and out of him. I picked up the pace and he was now moaning
louder. "Wait wait.." Mark said as he rolled into his stomach with me still
inside him and got up on his hands and knees. "Do me hard" he said. I
obliged by using more force to drive into him and he rocked his hips and
moaned under me. It had been a long time since we had done this and just
being inside Mark was nearly enough to put me over the edge. With on last
thrust I started cumming inside him in one of the strongest or most
forceful orgasms I've ever had. Mark had started spurting just after me and
was finished when I was still shooting into him. "Ohhh wooowww.." he said
as he felt my hot load gushing into him and with one last shot I finished
my load and collapsed onto his back. I didn't want to crush him so I fell
to the side dragging him with me. I pulled out gently and he turned in my
arms to kiss me again. We laid and cuddled for a few more minutes before we
went to eat lunch.

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Part 17

          Over the next couple of weeks Mark and I enjoyed each other more
often and although he enjoyed fucking me, he said he liked having me in him
more. Aaron was also recovering and getting stronger and was back on the
field in time for the playoffs. The Junior Marauders lost one game that
season when Mark didn't play. In the previous game the ref had called him
for a late hit on the quarterback, and when Mark had argued the point the
ref suspended him from the game. I was playing the role of head-coach that
day and had to stay composed but at the end of the game I questioned the
ref's call at suspending Mark. He hadn't been obnoxious or yelled, or said
anything wrong but the ref had taken objection from his call being
questioned and tried to brush me off. I guess he didn't know who he was
dealing with and when I took it up with the official's association we found
out his nephew was the quarterback and he was "removed". Unfortunately
these developments didn't take place until two weeks later and since
suspension from one game removed eligibility to participate in the next
Mark was stuck. Try looking into his big blue eyes when they're streaming
tears because "it wasn't fair" and didn't do anything wrong. There was
nothing I could say that made sense and I had been through the same thing
before so I gave him a hug and told him it would be okay.

          "Do you believe me Myles?" he asked searching for support.

          "I saw the play Mark," I said reassuringly. "It was a bone-head
call, but it happens sometimes. It's even happened to me before and I
turned out okay." I said Smiling. Mark gave me a weak smile then it
broadened and he gave me another hug and thanked me

          We made the playoffs which ran at the same time as my own. Our
two teams seemed unbeatable as we rolled through the round one playoffs,
then the quarter and semi-finals, then the conference finals beating all
the teams by more than 20 points each game and finally it was championship
week. Oddly enough our championships were away games in the same city! The
Junior Marauders' game was on Friday night and the University team was
Saturday afternoon. The Junior Marauders were supposed to drive down Friday
afternoon but I felt that our players would be at a disadvantage because we
would have to drive for four hours, while our opposition would have a half
hour drive. I called parents as well as a hotel and made arrangements. We
would drive down on Thursday morning and have the day to relax as well as
Friday to have a light practice. We set up sleeping arrangements so that
there would be one coach to four players in two rooms. We came up with the
assignments and I ended up with Mark (of course), Elliot (the boy we ate
breakfast with waaaayy back), Greg. our left outside linebacker, and
Bradley our free safety. Brad and Greg would share a room that was adjoined
by a double door to the room I would share with Elliot and Mark.

          When I told Mark about the arrangements, he got really quiet. I
asked him what was wrong and he said "why Elliot?"

          "Sorry?"

          "Why do we have to share a room with Elliot?" he asked.

          "Is there a problem with that?" I asked. I didn't know what was
wrong. Elliot was a nice kid.. always polite and went out of his way to say
hello to us both every time he saw us.

          "I just wondered if there was a reason why you'd want him with
us.." he said uneasily.

          "Marcus, what's wrong? Tell me and I'll fix it." I said taking
him in my arms smoothing his hair with my hand.

          "N.. nothing Myles, it's okay." He said with an almost shaky
voice.

          I figured it was probably some little argument Mark and Elliot
had going or something simple like that. Thursday finally came and our new
bus pulled out of the club-house garage. It was one of those nice ones with
the raised seats and luggage compartments underneath. It was painted black
with white and red stripes, and the Marauders' logo on the sides. No one
but myself and Aaron had seen it yet and everyone was impressed. We got it
loaded up and I tossed the keys to the Hummer to Aaron. It was still in the
garage and had the Marauders' logo added to it's paint job also. "I thought
you might like that new car I offered awhile back.. this one's semi-used
since I've driven it once or twice."

          Aaron just gave me a big grin like a kid whose dad has given him
the car keys which set me laughing and he joined in. "I guess it'll be a
more relaxing drive than I thought! I'll meet you guys at the hotel," he
said as he got in and started up the engine. Aaron was in his forty's or
fifty's but like the same kind of modern music as people in their teens so
it was no surprise when I heard the stereo system turn on and up. We
finished loading the bus and climbed in getting organized and seated. We
headed out about a half hour later with the TVs showing "The Program" which
everyone watched and talked about for the rest of the day. The drive was
smooth for the first couple hours, but once we hit the three hour mark,
they started getting restless. I wrestling match broke out in the back
where I was sitting and it took a minute or two for us to get it under
control. I sat with Mark and Elliot in the back going over responsibilities
in formations and talking about whatever came into our heads.

          Mark seemed to be competing with Elliot for my attention and
eventually seemed almost desperate to have me listen to him. Elliot was
acting nearly the same although a little more relaxed and when we finally
got to the hotel I was glad there would be something to distract hem for a
couple hours. We got everyone checked into their rooms. Our room had two
double beds and a couch. I said I would take the couch and Elliot offered
to share a bed with me. Mark looked to me like he was about to cry and I
said I would be fine on the couch. Elliot said okay and that he needed a
shower. I sat down in a chair at the room's table. Mark sat on his bed and
Elliot rooted through his bag for his bottle of shampoo and once he found
it he promptly began stripping down on his way to the bathroom. I looked at
Mark in disbelief and Elliot turned on his way into the bathroom to give me
a sly smile and asked me if I wanted to join him. I said it wouldn't be a
good idea and he said "your loss" as he closed the door to behind him and
turned the shower on. Mark jumped up and came over to me.

          "See Myles! That's why I didn't want him sharing a room with us!"
he said with tears running down his cheeks.

          "Don't worry about THAT" I said trying to ease his mind. "I'm not
interested in Elliot, you're all I need."

          "You don't understand Myles. He won't stop at offers! Next thing
he'll be touching you while you sleep tonight!"

          "I can handle myself Mark" I said kissing his forehead. "Don't
you worry your adorable little head about anything. I love you, not
Elliot. He's an okay kid, but he's not you!"

          "Yeah but when WE first met, you didn't love me either!"

          "It was different with you Mark, I was attracted to you. I'm not
attracted to Elliot. Something about you drew me to you from day one so
relax Mark."

          "I CANT.. what if I lose you?"

          "Marcus," I said in an almost stern voice. "Mark I love you," I
said more tenderly. "Can't you understand that I don't need anyone else, or
want anyone else, or have these kinds of feelings for anyone else. I can't
have these feelings for anyone else."

          "But you're always nice to him like you were to me.."
          "Maybe that's cause I'm a nice guy," I giggled which caused Mark
to finally relax and he cuddled into my chest.

          "I'm sorry Myles.. I should have known you wouldn't get turned on
by Elliot, after all you've got ME.." he was giggling now and a lot more
comfortable and relaxed. Mark was still on my lap when Elliot came out of
the bathroom. We hadn't noticed the shower shut off and he came out and
gave us a huge grin.

          "Oh hey.. sorry to interrupt!" he laughed.

          "Mark was a little upset about some stuff," I said plainly. I
wasn't going to act guilty for a twelve year old!

          "Worried he might lose his boyfriend huh?" He said with a knowing
smile.

          I gave him a 'what are you talking about?' look and Mark jumped
in with a "not to YOU." and my mouth dropped open at Mark's words.

          "It's okay Myles.." he said. "Y'all can do your regular
thing.. is it okay if I watch though?"

          "It slipped.." Mark said innocently. "We were talking about you
one time and Elliot said he wondered how big you were and I said it without
thinkin. It was an accident. I'm sorry."

          "I haven't told anyone and I won't," Elliot added. "I thought at
first you guys just messed around for fun, but I can see it's more than
that when I'm around you two. I hope someday I can find someone to be with
like that, but for now I'd just settle for some sex!" he laughed. "If
you're interested we could all probably do some stuff later."

          I looked at Elliot standing there with a towel wrapped low around
his waist. He was a good looking boy, but that was all he was. I looked at
Mark and saw "the one". What more could I possibly want than Mark? I looked
back to Elliot and could feel Mark's eyes looking up at me and I could
sense he was nervous at what I might answer. "No thanks Elliot. Sex is
something that should be shared between people who love each other. I know
you LIKE me, but I don't think it's love, and my heart belongs to someone
else. Having sex 'just for the fun of it' with you would be wrong. You'll
find someone special someday, and you'll be able to share yourself with
them knowing that they're that special someone."

          I guess this was a nicer answer than he was expecting since it
sent him into tears. "I hope when I do find MY someone that he's just like
you Myles.." he said tears running down his face. "Mark.. would it be okay
if I had a hug from Myles.. nothing more I promise, I could just use one
right now too." Mark nodded and the three of us shared a hug for a minute
then got dressed. We knocked on the room next door when we were all dressed
and could hear running feet then the door opened. Greg was still trying to
tidy up the water off the floor from whatever they had been doing. Both
looked guilty as hell but since they were both dressed the same as they
were an hour before I figured it was probably some off the wall game kids
played today. (Gee I feel old saying that!) I gave them a big smile and
told them to get their shoes on, we were headed downstairs for lunch.

          We had left home at 8 that morning and it had been 5 hours since
then. We had a light snack on the bus and handed out fruit as well but it
was time for a MEAL! I was covering all the costs and told everyone to eat
up and order as much as they could eat. Well the first lunch's bill was
over $250 with the pop, food and ice-cream.. tomorrow they would eat a more
balanced meal but today was just a day off to relax. After we finished
lunch we headed to the hotel's auditorium where I had lined up a quick show
for them. It was a video presentation about attitude and doing the right
thing. One of those life lessons videos that has people like pro athletes
talk about mistakes they made and how they changed their lives for the
better. Then we had a couple of other university coaches in town for the
big game come in to talk to them about being winner and playing with
class. They really seemed to enjoy it and even the guest speakers thanked
me for inviting them.

          After the presentation it was to the pool where we spent the
afternoon swimming and relaxing. It was an indoor pool with a glass roof
and the temperature could be set lower than it was outside. We wanted it a
little cooler so no one would start dehydrating with out championship
tomorrow. I guess the pool was a boy-lovers dream that day. 38 boys aged
11-13 running around shirtless, some wearing bikini bathing-suits. We
didn't have any really heavy players on our team either. Our fitness
program even had some of the players who had been a little soft around the
edges at the beginning turning more solid. I won't say I didn't look at any
of them, but it was only with mild interest. I watched Mark the
most. Watching his young body cut through the water sending ripples
outward. He really was a gorgeous human being. He had an amazing body, the
perfect sandy-blonde hair, deep blue eyes. Those thick red lips that so
often formed that killer smile I had so come to love.. and he was mine! The
best part of all! The most gorgeous kid on the planet was my best
friend. We were more than that, but if he changed his mind tomorrow, I
could still be happy just having him in my life.

          We ate dinner at 5:00 and again managed to take a bite out of my
wallet. Seeing all the bright, smiling faces as they hungrily ate their
steak, ribs, chicken wings, etc. was well worth the small price. We retired
to bed that night and I supervised showers (well that they at least went
into the bathroom and that the water ran) and then got everyone into bed
before I headed to the bathroom to take my shower. I let the water run down
me as I washed my hair. My eyes were closed but suddenly I got that "you're
being watched" feeling. I put my whole head under the spray to rinse the
shampoo from my hair and around my eyes and then opened them part way to
see Elliot sitting on the edge of the tub watching me. He was looking me up
and down with his mouth part way open. I now had my eyes open all the way
and as he looked back up and saw me looking at him watching me he giggled
slightly. "Sorry Myles.. I just wanted to take a peek that's all.. you sure
are hung!" he said.

          I could see the tent in his shorts and said "that's okay I
guess. Looks like you're not doing too badly yourself over there." which
made him giggle more. "You better go get to bed now. You've got a big day
ahead!" I said smiling politely hoping he'd leave. This could get awkward
if he didn't but thankfully he said "okay Myles, night!" and scampered off
to bed. A minute or two later I shut the water of and got out of the shower
and dried myself off and got dressed quickly. I left the bathroom and
curled up on the couch. I started going over the following day's schedule
in my head remembering all the minor details that normal people don't care
about. Little things like how long it would take to load the bus with
equipment. How much Gatorade would we need, all the little thoughts. I was
the team's general manager now since Aaron had been ill. It left him as
head coach and he could make all his personnel decisions, but when it came
to finances, park space, etc. that was my department and I was good at
it. I always got what we needed. Eventually sleep found me and took hold of
me.

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Part 18

          The next morning I woke to find myself curled up with Mark on the
couch with me. Elliot was sitting at the foot of his bed watching us
intently smiling. "You two are so cute," he said smiling widely at us as
Mark woke up. "You totally love each other don't you?"

          "Yes, that's why it would be wrong to get involved with you. You
deserve someone who loves you back the same as you love them." I said and
Mark nodded his agreement while yawning and stretching out.

          We all dressed and after waking my charges in the next room up to
get dressed we massed our way down to the dining room. We all ate hearty
breakfasts of hashbrowns, sausages, and all the other lovely fried food
that is bad for you. It was okay, we were on vacation. We were playing the
Sutherland Goldminers who had made it into the championship because of
another team's disqualification (the Midland Cavaliers had two overage
players on their rosters and were disqualified from the playoffs and
inner-league charges against their coaches were pending. It wouldn't result
in any more than a fine and expulsion from the league but it was enough to
get their jerk head coach out of the game). We had defeated Sutherland 38-3
during the season and although we knew an upset was possible, we weren't
really worried. The kids would go out and play their game as best they
could and we would go home the champions.

          As countdown to kick-off wound down, we got more and more
excited. The coaches were into it as well. We weren't yelling like the kids
were, but we knew this was our big day. When the game finally started, we
kicked off to them first. Our defense proceeded to pound their offense into
a mass of confusion and on the third play of the first quarter, their
offense fumbled the ball. Mark recovered it and carried it 15 yards for the
touchdown. It was the beginning of the end for Sutherland and their coach
came over with five minutes left in the forth quarter and asked if we could
tone it down slightly. He wanted to call the game since we were winning it
76-6 and they had no hope of a comeback. We weren't trying to run up the
score, but every time we touched the ball we scored a point. He and I
discreetly walked over to the time keeper and told him the situation and
when we called a time-out, ht spoke to the refs and they called the game
with 1:00 left in the forth. To make it more sportsmanlike, they gave us
the ball and let us take a knee to let the time run down and with that we
won the game, the season, and the championship! It was indeed party time
for us, the East Valley Junior Marauders. Playing a 10-1 season with four
straight victories in the playoffs was a big deal and other coaches in the
league who had come to see congratulated us on a fantastic season. We had
done well and our local tv station set up an interview with our quarterback
and middle linebacker (Mark). When the host asked them what they most
attributed their successful season to David, the quarterback, said that the
strong defense helped him get the ball more to put the points on the
board. Mark just smiled at me and said his linebacker coach Myles Johnson
taught him to play his position and all the extra work he put in with him
made all the difference in the world. My heart swelled with pride but I
knew I had my big day ahead of me tomorrow also. Our season wasn't as long
as Mark's so tomorrow was my big day and I would be ready.

          I slept soundly in a hotel that my team was staying in. It was
coach's orders so they could make sure we made curfew. I slept soundly and
awoke the following morning feeling refreshed. I knew this could be my last
university football game if I decided not to take my 5th year and I wanted
to play my best. I went through the day almost in a daze trying not to get
too caught up in anything. When gametime rolled around this time, I looked
to the stands and saw those 38 EVJ Marauders in their jerseys screaming and
cheering their university team on. We did the usual "through the tunnel"
entrance with both teams and I was last coming out. This time I decided not
to do my usual jump out but I came out faster this time running then
started doing backflips out onto the field. I was really worked up. I don't
remember much of the game. I was "in the zone" as the saying goes. I was
punishing and on the attack all game. I can remember watching gamefilm
later thinking "wow did I do that?" later on. What I remember is my
entrance, and my exit. The end of the game. We had the victory secured and
as the final seconds ticked off the clock the tears of joy started
flowing. I had done it. I had come back, reclaimed my position, dominated
the league, AND lead my team to it's third straight championship. When our
two teams returned to East Valley two days later we arrived in a parade
much like a motorcade of our two busses and drove through mainstreet while
cars around us honked horns and cheers went up. The University bus headed
to the EVU field house while the EVJ Marauders bus headed to the Jr
Marauders clubhouse which was now close to being completely finished.

          We unloaded the bus and the players smiling happily as the
greeted their parents were getting those 'okay we're home.. now I'm tired'
looks. Many of them had handshakes and hugs for the coaches as they left
thanking us for a great season. I got an extra big hug and thankyou from a
certain player with whom Mark and I shared a room over the weekend. Once we
had everyone on their ways home. Mark, Aaron, Laura and I hopped onto one
of the golf carts in the club-house garage and drove it down the winding
path to the garage of the main house.

          Mark unpacked his clothes by dumping his bag into a dirty laundry
hamper and dumping it down the laundry chute. I laughed at the innocence of
it. It was something only a young person could get away with, without
looking rude. We all retired to our rooms since it was now late.. Aaron
with Laura, and Mark with me. Mark had his own room which was adjoining to
mine but rarely chose to sleep there. I wasn't about to argue so we cuddled
up in my bed. We made some of the most slow passionate love we ever have
that night. As we were holding each other drifting off to sleep Mark said
"that was really nice.. what you said to Elliot when we were in the hotel
room.."

          "Well it's true Mark. Plus I didn't want to tell him know he
doesn't do anything for me, it would be mean."

          "I just think it was really sweet Mark. It made me feel better
too.. safer."

          I rubbed his cheek with the backs of my fingers and kissed his
forehead. "I love you Mark."

          "I love you Myles.." he said as he nestled his head into the
crook of my neck. He draped his right arm over my chest and his right leg
between mine and sighed happily as he gave me a gentle squeeze. "Night
Myles.." he said.

          "Sweet dreams little Mark."

          "Mmm.. I don't need sweet dreams. When I wake up next to you it's
better than some dream about it cause it's real!"

          We both giggled softly at this enjoying our closeness.. our
love. A year ago I was alone in the world with little direction. Mark had
changed all that. Now I had a purpose. A cause.. someone to live with and
someone to live for. Am I a bad person because the love of my life is this
15 year old boy who is laying next to me today? I look over the things
we've been through since that day we met up again, and I have to answer
no. I would do it all again and I have no regrets.

                              If that makes me a bad person,
                              Then lock me up
                              And throw away the key.
                              No words you say can harm me
                              Because Marcus Davis loves me.

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Well that's the end of Parts 16-18. Sorry they took so long in the works
but I had a pretty busy week. Also it being the last part for a bit I
figured stringing out the release time would make it better.. that whole
"anticipation makes the heart grow stronger" thing ;) Like I said, I'm
taking a little break. There's a lot more to talk about but for now I'm
taking care of "Through Mark's Eyes" I'm also planning a new project which
had taken some time under development

Hope you've enjoyed reading this series. It was my first and I put a lot of
myself into it and I've received so many great words of how people enjoyed
it, and even thanks from people for writing it. I'd like to thank all of
you once again for your support! Oh and AJ.. yes you.. I meant the words of
that dedication. You've made all the difference in the world to me and you
have my eternal love and thanks. You too Joshy : )

eric_case@hotmail.com

P.S, special thanks to Trey, Derek,, Robbie, JC, Joshy, l23m, Jim, John,
David, and everyone else who has sent me comments/suggestions!