Date: Sat, 17 Apr 1999 01:28:37 EDT
From: Eric Case <eric_case@hotmail.com>
Subject: Myles and Mark Parts 4 - 6

Okay you know the drill.. if you are offended by gay sex, under the age of
18, or it is illegal to view sexually oriented material where you're at
then leave now, and so on and so forth. This is based on a true story of
two people I know who blah blah blah. (read the first part if you don't
remember ;-)

Oh and thanks to all those who gave me the support on the last part. I
appreciate the kind words!

I hope you like this part too. Oh and I used a spell checker this
time.. hehe Please send comments/suggestions to eric_case@hotmail.com.

 Thanks y'all
                                                   E.C.
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Part 4

          I awoke a few ours later still holding Mark to me. It felt really
good lying with him like that, but our cum had dried between us and now we
were literally stuck together. I must admit there was no one I would rather
have been stuck to, but I figured we should tear ourselves apart for a few
minutes and get something to eat since I knew I was hungry. I gently rubbed
Mark's naked back as he half opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at
me. As he pulled slightly up, we could feel how we were stuck together. He
looked down and giggled "Well Myles, it looks like you're stuck with me
now!"

          I laughed, kissed his forehead and sang "nothing you could say
could tear me away from my Mark.. nothing you could do cause I'm stuck like
glue to my Mark.." This sent Mark roaring with laughter and I soon joined
in.

          I suggested that we take a shower so we eased ourselves apart and
headed for the bathroom. I looked down at his firm globes as we walked to
the bathroom with the bigger shower. I couldn't believe what we had done
together and felt for each other. I thought I should feel guilt of some
kind but there was none to be found in my heart. Mark was only 12 I told
myself repeatedly to no avail. In the end I shrugged it off saying to
myself that I'd already broken the law and I may as well follow what my
heart was telling me. I was hopeless. I loved Mark and that was all there
was to it.

          I turned the water on letting it run while it warmed up and
lifted Mark onto the sink counter to look into his eyes. I couldn't get
enough of them, the way they sparkled, the love that danced in the light
they reflected. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine and our
tongues met again. We broke our kiss as the bathroom started filling with
steam from the hot water running. I turned it down to the right temperature
and we got in. Mark grabbed the soap and held it up for me to see then
dropped it saying "OOPS! I dropped the soap!"

          I laughed and picked it up and started washing him, "We've got
all weekend for that, but for now I just want to be with you." I said as my
hands began gliding across his smooth skin. He was flawless.. perfect in
every way! I washed his chest first cleaning what was left from our earlier
activity off of him, then moved down his stomach slowly working a lather
all over the front of his upper body. I moved down to his cock that had
grown hard and washed it gently then continued down to his legs. When I
reached his feet I reached around behind him to wash the back of his
legs. He was moaning deeply obviously enjoying my ministrations. I
continued up to his firm behind running my soapy hands on his cheeks then
sliding the soap between them cleaning the little hole that had brought me
such unbelievable pleasure only a few hours before. I spun him around to
wash his back and massaged his little lats. Everything about him was so
cute. Hardly your average 13 year old! I spun him around again taking in
the view before me, his unbelievably sexy little body backed by steam
rising from the bottom of the shower. The water running over his body, his
4'' erection pointing at me. I was kneeling before him and put my hands
onto his chest rubbing his little nipples and he shot his load all over me.

          I can't say that I was upset, since I actually rather enjoyed it!
"Sorry Myles!" he giggled.

          "That's okay Mark!" I laughed. "I have to wash myself anyway!"

          Mark got a serious look on his face at this and reached forward
taking the soap from my hand. He slowly began to work up a lather on my
chest and stomach. He washed me everywhere, touching, feeling, and
exploring my body. He paid special attention to the piece of me that rose
to greet him, stroking it slowly. It felt so unbelievable and within a few
minutes of this treatment I shot my load and watched it disappear down the
drain.

          Satisfied for the moment we got out, dried each other off, and
went to get dressed. By now Mark had a wardrobe of clothes at my place and
for the first time I got to dress him. He stood naked in front of me with
no shame, or feelings of shyness (then again I was totally naked TOO). I
picked out a pair of black and red shorts with white stripes similar to
Adidas pants, but they were from our team. (A corporate sponsor had set up
a deal with a clothing company and we got team clothes for next to
nothing). Then I got out a black T-shirt with MARAUDERS written in red and
white lettering on the back with our logo on the front, then got out a
jacket with the team name on the sleeve. Yes that's what he would wear, our
team clothing so everyone of the 5,000 people who had attended the game
would know who he was.
          Picking up on this, he picked out an outfit from my coaches
clothing, but my varsity jacket from East Valley University Marauders with
MYLES JOHNSON #55 on the right sleeve and the 56 football patches on the
left sleeve for my 40 solo tackles, 10 interceptions, and 6 touchdowns in
my last season. Mark admired them outlining a few with his finger. Smiling
I asked him if he knew what they meant and he told me exactly what I just
said. He knew every school record I set, and every award I had won. I was
rather taken back by this, that he should know so much about my so called
career as he went on to tell me how upset he was the day I took my last big
hit.

          He had been at the game with his dad to watch Jason Washington
since he was then the outside linebacker. The ball had been snapped and I
read the play going off tackle immediately and reacted to the movement of
the ball. I had scraped along the line of scrimmage and come around the
tight-end to make the stick when out of nowhere MIDLAND College's
"bad-assed" offensive tackle from the far side came crashing down on me
knee rolling towards it. I felt the pop as my knee-cap popped out of place
and one of my tendons strained and then ruptured and was ready to scream
before I hit the ground. I flipped over him as my legs flew wildly through
the air but I reached out and grabbed the runningback with one arm as I
fell and swung him around and into the ground as I hit. It was the last
tackle I ever made and one that made the news not only in our own city, but
throughout the county and neighboring counties. It was even mentioned in a
L.A. newspaper article I was interviewed for, swearing I would play
again. Mark had read this also.

          "Will you ever play ball again do you think?" He asked closely
watching the expression on my face as I recalled that fateful October
evening in front of 20,000 screaming fans. I could remember even now the
way everything went silent when I hit the ground.

          "I've pretty much given up on it Mark." I said watching as his
shoulders slouched slightly.

          "But you always tell me to never give up Myles! And you even said
in that article you'd play again.." he trailed off looking at the floor.

          I put my index finger under his chin pulling it upward to make
him look at me. "I know what I said Mark, and I've tried. I've put in the
work, the hours of training, and you KNOW I've done the running, but it's
no use." I said almost breaking into tears. Football had been my life after
my family died and I was recalling the pain at losing it as well. "I want
to play again Mark, I do, I'm just.." I stopped with a stupid expression
forming on my face.

          "Scared." he finished. God this kid knew me so well. We were
always finishing each others ideas.

          "Yes" I said trying to fathom how I could be scared. "I'm Myles
Johnson!" I told myself. "I don't get SCARED!!! I'm not afraid of
anything!" The thoughts were forming in my head already. Training camp
would start in two weeks. Since I had met Mark, and we had started spending
so much time together I had gained about 20 pounds. It wasn't fat by any
stretch of the imagination. I wasn't the 250 pound monster I had been
before, but I was getting that burning desire to play again. That feeling
you get when you've been away from something you love.. something that
drives you to push yourself to the limit and then pass beyond it. I had
done it before and had given up. Now this 13 year old boy who had been with
me in such a special way had given me a good kick in the ass and told me to
get moving.

          I began to smile broadly. "Let's go get some dinner shall we?" I
asked looking down into those big blue eyes. He nodded and we left, dressed
up and looking pretty good if I do say so myself!


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Part 5

          We went out for a big dinner at Michael's Steak-house. They were
official "Marauder Boosters" and the owner (Michael) had been at the game
and commented on Mark's great game. Then he went on to say "I haven't seen
anyone play like that since..." and he trailed off seeing my head drop
slightly. I knew people still saw me as that warrior I had been but I had
worked hard and seen counseling to silence that drive. I had sworn I would
be back, and in all my years of football anytime I had sworn something it
ALWAYS happened. Mark and I took full advantage of the free meal feasting
on ribs, salad, home-style fries, and a whole HEAP of desert!

          Once we were finished we sat for a few minutes talking to people
at the next table about the game. They looked in my direction as we talked
but never met my eyes with theirs. Something inside me snapped and I made
my decision. My decision! It was coming back now.. that whole feeling that
nothing could stop me. I stood up and told Mark to stay there, I'd be right
back. I strode forward to the stage where the band was playing. My
shoulders swung as I marched forward and my swagger was even coming back! I
felt like I had when I played on that field and knew eyes were on me. Our
town's population isn't all that big and most people have an idea of who I
am especially since three or four pictures of me are up in Michael's
Steak-house alone, as well as two of my jersey's they got me to sign for a
fundraising auction. Well I walked up to the stage and the band stopped
playing and all kind of looked at me.

          "Can we help you out with something Mr. Johnson?" The lead singer
asked with a sheepish expression. They were a bunch of highschool kids so I
guess maybe he was intimidated or something. I don't know why when a 13
year old isn't but it takes all kinds of people to make up this world.

          "I've got an announcement to make," I said somewhat hoarsely. My
throat was drying out the way it always did on gameday.

          "Sure thing!" They said and the lead stepped aside giving me the
microphone.

          "Good evening everyone," I said into the mic although I didn't
much need it sine the restaurant was silent, all eyes on me. "Well I
supposed you're wondering what the old burn-out linebacker is disturbing
your dinner for." I chuckled and my audience did the same. "I've made a
decision.. one I made quite awhile ago but never followed up on. See, back
when I took that lick that shut me down, I swore I'd play ball again and
well I never followed up on it. But my little friend over there," I said
motioning toward Mark, "reminded me that I'm Myles Johnson and there was a
time when my name could make some players on other teams break out in a
sweat.. Well that time has almost passed, but I've got one more year in
University." I said looking at a table of players from East Valley. "The
fact of the matter is I've got that feeling that I used to have at the
start of a season, and in a week's time when training-camp starts up for
the East Valley Marauders, I intend to be there dressed and ready to go."

          Mouths dropped, and smiles grew. I stepped down off the stage and
walked back to my table. I knew this would start talk all through the town
and that within 48 hours no one would not have heard about it.  Mark and I
then got up and left and returned to my house.

          We sat on the couch, mark on my lap, and watched a couple movies
we rented. I can't remember now what they were, but I remember they were
comedies. Mark was tired and wanted to lay down so we laid down with him
laying on top of me with his head on my chest. We just held watch other and
watched the TV screen. I was gently stroking Mark's head when I realized he
was asleep. I reached for the remote and stopped the video and carried Mark
upstairs to bed as he slept in my arms. It had been a long day and my
little champion had done me proud.. in more ways then one! (chuckle) I
stripped his clothes off of him leaving him wearing his briefs and dressed
down to my boxers. I then laid him down on the bed and took my place next
to him. He woke up long enough to snuggle up close to me with his on my
chest and arm draped over me holding me tight to him.

* * *

           I awoke the next morning to the feeling of a certain 13 year old
pulling my boxer shorts off and then taking me into his mouth. The feeling
was incredible as his hot mouth worked up and down on my stiff member. He
pulled his mouth of and began sucking on my balls taking first one, then
another into his mouth then he went back to his blow-job. He could take
about 3 of my 6 1/2'' into his mouth and he worked hungrily trying to take
in more. His lips were gliding smoothly up and down my shaft while I moaned
with pleasure. I began rubbing my fingers through his hair when he started
to speed up taking the other half of my hard cock into his right hand,
while his left hand played with my scrotum. I could not last much longer
with this exquisite treatment and I stiffened up as he pulled up leaving
only his lips around the head of my cock. I shot wad after wad of my hot
semen into his mouth and he swallowed every drop. He continued sucking
until he was satisfied he had received all of it while I moaned on the bed.

           Once he was finished he climbed up and pressed his lips hard
onto mine. We kissed deeply as I worked his sexy red briefs off of his
round bottom.  I then palmed his too cheeks. They seemed to be made for my
hands. Love swept over me and I flipped over so that he was lying on the
bed and I was resting over him. I kissed my way down to his neck licking it
and kissing it while he moaned and cooed. I continued on to his chest where
I spent a few glorious minutes sucking on his nipples while he smoothed the
hair on the back of my head taking gentle gasps of air. He gave my head a
gentle push downwards so I moved on to his stomach. I gently outlined his
little six-pack which would put most people's to shame. He was so beautiful
and I could think of nothing I'd rather be doing than what I was about to
do. I put my tongue into his navel just to see it's effect and was
satisfied as he giggled and smiled down to me opening his eyes for the
first time in a few minutes. Then I moved my head down quickly to his 4''
hard on and took the whole thing into my mouth. Considering I had never
given anyone a blow-job before I guess I was doing okay since Mark began
moaning loudly and bucking his hips into my mouth. We spent the next ten
minutes like this, me enjoying the pleasure I was giving the boy I loved
more than anything else in the world. Suddenly he grasped my head in his
hands as his entire body stiffened and he shot his load into my mouth. I
didn't know what to do with it so I swallowed it all down. 5 hard spurts of
his cum. It was sweet, the taste not quite like honey or sugar, since it
had a hint of salt to it. Either way it was pretty good and I regretted
wasting what he'd spent in the shower before dinner the previous night.

          Mark having spent his load now attacked me pushing me flat on my
back and straddling my stomach as he kissed me deeply. As our tongues
danced to the song of our love, he reached onto the night table for the
tube of KY and broke our kiss long enough to spread it onto my fully
engorged penis. Once I was greased up he leaned back and pressed his love
hole onto me. He sat up straight arching his back as he slid slowly down
me. God what a feeling! Not only feeling him moving down me, but seeing the
joy on his face and feeling the love I felt for him. I began rubbing his
erect little nipples as I felt hi buttocks rest down onto my pubes. We were
one again! I could be with him forever and never get tired of him I thought
to myself as he began slow sliding motions up and down.

          His taut little six-pack was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I
have one too but everything about him was so perfect! He slid down again
and pulled up more quickly this time. I felt him shiver with passion as he
began to speed up even more. He leaned forward slightly to put his hands on
my chest as he rode me. He was so hot inside, and wet. He was moaning
almost non stop now and I was making up a good share of our song too. I
began thrusting up into him now, matching my movements to his and he smiled
as he looked deep into my eyes and into my soul. I was really getting close
now and Mark was just holding at the same position as I drove into him. His
mouth was open slightly and his eyes were closed and a look of pure bliss
was on his face. He suddenly tensed up as his orgasm came upon him and as
he clamped down on me I went over the edge as well. My mind went straight
into orbit as I saw stars and yelled out loud. I wish I could have seen his
face as we had the biggest orgasm of our lives but even though my eyes were
open I could see anything for what felt like hours but was probably less
than a minute. As I came back to myself I felt Mark lying on top of me
holding me tight breathing lightly now.

          "I love you so much Myles!" he said as a tear rolled down his
cheek. "I wish we could always be together!"

          "I love you too Mark," I said wiping away his tear. "We may have
to spend SOME time apart, but you're always in my thoughts and ALWAYS in my
heart!"

          Mark pulled himself up to kiss me and as he did my cock pulled
out of his behind with a "pop" like a cork out of a champaign bottle and we
roared with laughter.

          We got up and got showered washing each other again although we
didn't 'get into it' the way we had the night before. There was plenty of
time for that later. Mark said he was hungry and I was too and we decided
together that we would like McDonald's for breakfast. We didn't want to get
drivethrough so we went inside to get breakfast. While we sat and ate I
noticed people looking at us and talking. My mind jumped thinking they must
know about Mark and I but I quickly dismissed this as impossible. Then one
of the boys from our team named Elliot came in and walked over to us and
sat down next to Mark.

          "Hey Coach," Elliot said cheerfully adding "hey Mark."

          We both replied with our greetings and asked what was up. "Well,"
he said looking at me. "I heard that last night you said you were gonna
start playin' football again and I wanted to know if it was true or not!"

          Mark smiled that incredible smile of his as I said that yes I was
going to try start playing again. "Try??" Elliot asked also smiling. "I
remember seeing you play two years ago when you were KILLING people! You
can do it again Coach Johnson."

          The gentleman at the next table eating with his wife cut in
saying that he agreed. "You did it before, you can do it again son."

          "He called me son!" I thought as a wave of sadness swept over me.

          My thoughts must have shown on my face since he said "I'm sorry
Myles, I didn't mean anything by it."

          "I know," I said trying to smile and let it slide off. "Don't
worry about it."

          Elliot jumped up and said he had to go since he had only come in
for a minute when he saw the car outside. I asked him where he had to go
and he said he was going home from a friend's house. I offered to drop him
off if he wanted to wait another minute or two while we finished eating. He
agreed and I asked if he wanted breakfast which he accepted thanking me as
he got his food. We all finished up and I dropped Elliot off at his house.

          Everywhere Mark and I went that day people mentioned my return
saying it would be "glorious" and various other descriptions. A few said I
should "stay on the sidelines where I belonged." I usually laughed at them
since they were the skinny kids who we used to say "couldn't play ball to
save their lives." It was cruel but it was true. Mark beamed all day
especially when people stopped us to wish me good luck. Eventually though,
he whispered that he was tired of sharing me with everyone else and wanted
to go back to my place for some "quality time."

          I laughed and said "okay then little Mark let's go." We ate
dinner at the mall and left for home.


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Part 6

          We got home around 6 o'clock after picking up a couple videos
again. This time we watched 'The Program,' one GREAT football movie and
then we watched Jerry MacGuire.. Mark and I just laid on the couch and
cuddled through the movies. Both of us laying on our sides, Mark in front
of me with my arms wrapped around him, I could think of nothing I'd rather
be doing than this. The sex was incredible, but this moment was just as
precious. Being with him, holding him. I loved him so much.

          When the movies had finished, Mark turned to kiss me then said "I
gotta show you somethin." He smiled and jumped up leading me down the hall
to my kitchen where his gym bag I had bought him a couple months earlier on
that blessed day when he and I met again was. He lifted it onto the table
and smiled at me once again opening his bag. He reached in and pulled out a
large book. He slid it over to me as he sat down in a chair opposite where
I was standing. I opened it up amazed to see news clippings of every
article the local paper had ever written about me. He even had the LA Times
article that mentioned "the big hit." I didn't know what to say! Then he
took out the game programs from every season I had ever played. I just
looked at them all in amazement!

          "I got a lot of the older stuff from Joshua when he died," he
said smiling. I was surprised that he would smile when talking about his
brother but he continued. "He was a big fan of yours.. hehe you were his
hero kinda like mine. When he was in the car accident and I went to see him
in the hospital he told me to take all the stuff and keep it. Once he was
gone I decided to keep on doing the scrap book."

          I didn't know what to say! They were all there.. EVERY one, not a
single missing. I flipped through to the last one. The article in which I
had foretold my return. He had highlighted the part where my quote was..

          When asked of his future with the game after his surgery, Myles
answered "I'll be back on the field
          again. I'll play one day, and I'll be just like I was before!"
The doctors disagree with him, but one
          cannot help but smile at the young man's determination and
enthusiasm.

          I knew the quote well since I also had clippings of all the same
articles. I turned to the next page which held only a large question
mark. I looked into his blue eyes, those shining stars as he said "I left
that page for the article that would come when you started playing
again. I've waited a long time but now you're coming back!"

          Now I don't usually cry a lot, as a matter of fact I don't cry
much at all! Before the previous day I hadn't cried since my parents and
brother were killed, but I cried seeing and hearing this. I took a seat in
the chair opposite Mark trying to get a hold of myself. Mark came to my
side and threw his arms around my neck holding me tightly resting his head
on my shoulder. "I don't know if I can do it Mark!" I said as the demon of
doubt crept into my mind. I had tried to train to come back earlier but
hadn't been so successful. Having lost nearly 35 pounds since I had played
my last game I was worried then. But since I had begun my training with
Mark I had gained 20 pounds. At 235 pounds, I wasn't quite the 'monster' I
had been in my last season or even my highschool years! What I did have was
a boy who loved me very much.. How much? Well I didn't know at the time
since our love has grown more since then.

          In my last two years playing I had been alone. My coach had tried
to make up for my parent's absence inviting me to dinner with his family,
and taking me places but he wasn't my family. I was just another one of his
players, but Mark.. Mark loved me as I loved him. At 13 he was my closest
friend. I had only really known him for a few months but our relationship
and closeness had grown rapidly.

          I didn't know what to do. How could my lover be a 13 year old. It
was crazy but nothing seemed to be more logical. We had both lost a
brother, both had an empty space in our hearts which was filled by one
another. It didn't stop when the whole was finished though since our love
grew. Mark broke my string of thought to tell me that I could do it, and he
knew I would be great. Just knowing that he believed in me was enough. No
one else mattered as long as I had Mark.

          "Can we go to bed now?" He asked yawning.

          "Yes baby I'm getting pretty tired myself! All this sex is
draining my energy!" I joked.

          "Do we have to do anything tonight? I'm really tired." He said
looking into my eyes.

          I knew that if I asked he would say yes but never would I make
him do something he didn't want to. "Mark, we don't have to do ANYTHING you
do not want to! If you decide tomorrow you just want to be friends then
that's what we will be. I'll love you no matter what. You know that right?"
I asked searching his face for his thoughts.

          "I know but if you really want to we can." He said with a sleepy
smile on his face, his eyes half shut.

          "No," I laughed. "You need to get some rest and I do too. We've
got plenty of time for other things Mark. It's important that we remember
that just being together is special. Laying with you on the couch earlier
was great and I'd be content with that on ANY day!"

          Mark smiled as I picked him up in my arms and carried him lightly
up the stairs. We stripped to our underwear when Mark said he wanted us to
sleep naked. I agreed that it was more comfortable and we hopped into bed
in our birthday suits. Mark snuggled up to my resting his head on my chest
and yawing. He sighed deeply and drifted off as I held him. My mind was
still flashing back to football. Was I good enough to play again? Could I
really do it? YES was Mark's reply. I looked down at him to find him still
sleeping. I guess it was my mind speaking for him or something.. who knows?
But it put my mind at rest and with Mark, my loving boy asleep in my arms,
I drifted into my dreams to join him.


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Well that's the end of Parts 4-6. Part 6 was kind of short I know, but Part
seven will be pretty involved with a new sub-plot which I just HAVE to
include for the story to be.. well to be right! I have also started a
"Through Mark's Eyes" version since quite a few people asked about it and
it should be ready sometime next week. Hope you liked this part and I'm
hoping the next will be better. Either way it's not bad for a fifteen your
old I guess (wink wink) 

thanks again for reading,

eric_case@hotmail.com