Date: Tue, 20 Apr 1999 17:19:28 EDT
From: Eric Case <eric_case@hotmail.com>
Subject: Myles and Mark 7-9

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 ;-)

I took my time with this one and I think I actually really like it.

Oh and I will also refrain from referring to the Lincoln Navigator as a car
since I was informed that it is a TRUCK.. I think someone is a little too
hung up on detail but hey I'll try to be more accurate in the future :)

Oh yes, AND, there was confusion for a few people about Mark's age since I
messed up a couple of times. At this point in the story Mark is 13 years
old and he is currently 15 in real life.

Also, a lot of people said they enjoyed the plot of the story, and the fact
that there was actually a story-line behind it and encouraged me to
continue writing like this so I have. This section has about the same
amount of "action" in it, but also has a lot of football, and other such
storyline. I figure if you're not interested in that part, then skim
through it! Some of my favorite stories don't even have any sexual activity
in them until late in the story so for those of you who like the way I've
written and have told me about it, I dedicate Part 7 to you!  :-) Enjoy!

 Thanks again y'all
                                                   E.C.

P.S. Once again thanks to all those of you who have emailed me with your
comments and compliments. I read all the messages that are sent to me and
reply as soon as I can.  I appreciate the kind words! 

Please send comments/suggestions to eric_case@hotmail.com. 

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Part 7

          We awoke the following morning to the doorbell ringing. We had
slept in an hour longer than we had planned to and Mark's parents finding
us naked in the house would probably not be such a good idea.

          "Shit my parents!" Mark said jumping up in a panic.

          I chuckled and said "It's okay Mark relax. You go jump in the
shower and I'll go answer the door."

          Mark did as I recommended as I threw on some track pants. I went
into Mark's room at my house and roughed up the bed covers then went to the
door. I felt guilty having to do all this but I doubted his parents would
understand our relationship. I opened the door to see a smiling Aaron and
Laura Davis.

          "Hi Myles," Laura said smiling. I guess we caught you at a bad
time, but I can't complain at seeing you like this!" She laughed as Aaron
shot her an amused look..

          I looked down at my chest and stomach and laughed. "Well it isn't
really a bad time, I was just changing while Mark was in the shower." I
answered smiling.

          I invited them inside and lead them into the living room. I
turned the television on and handed them the remote saying while I finished
getting dressed, they could watch some TV. I went back upstairs to change
as Mark came out of the shower. He smiled that smile at me and winked. I
couldn't help but grab him up into my arms and give him a hug. I rested him
back down and he went to his room to change while I went to mine. I quickly
changed into some real clothes and went to the bathroom to clean my
teeth. I don't like morning breath all that much so I just had to! Mark
came in as I was finishing up and whispered he would miss spending the
night with me. He had closed the bathroom door behind him so I kissed him
deeply noticing he had cleaned his teeth too.

          "I love you Mark," I said breaking our kiss.

          "I love you more," he answered smiling sweetly.

          We both headed downstairs and into the living room. His parents
smiled seeing their son again. He half jogged to the couch they were seated
on and threw his arms around them both hugging them close and saying he
missed them. I smiled at the scene and wished I had a camera with me at
that moment. I walked to the chair opposite the couch and sat down. Aaron
asked Mark how he enjoyed his weekend, and he said he had "so much fun" as
he smiled at me knowingly. Then he got up and came to sit on my lap. I shot
a quick look at his parents to see their reaction but their smiles at
seeing this were genuine so I remained relaxed.

          We talked about our respective weekends, Mark and I omitting
certain activities. Then Aaron asked seemingly out of the blue, "so I hear
you are taking up football again!"

          Realizing that the small-town syndrome had kicked in and he had
heard from someone I said "yes I'm hoping to make the team when I try out
next week."

          "You'll do just fine Myles!" He said giving me a fatherly
look. "I'm proud of you for making your decisions, and whether you make the
team or not, although I doubt you won't, you know you have our support!"

          We chatted back and forth for a few more minutes then Mark's
parents said they needed to get home and get unpacked. Aaron reminded me
about practice the following night and I told him I'd be there. Then we
stood and I walked them to the door. As his parents walked down the front
steps, Mark turned and hugged me one more time looking up at me. "Thanks
for a great weekend Myles!" he said smiling.

          I hugged him with one arm as I smoothed his damp hair back on his
head with the other. "Thank YOU for a great weekend Mark." It was dawning
on me how much I was going to miss his beautiful face when I would sleep
that night. As his parents got into the car Mark caught up to them.

          "Thanks for keeping him for us." Aaron said as he got into the
car.

          "Anytime!" I shouted back over the cars engine starting.

          "Love ya!" Mark said as he jumped in the back seat.

          I smiled and waved as they drove away. I stood on the porch
looking after them for a few minutes after they had gone out of view. "Hey!
Is it true you're playing ball again this year Myles?" My neighbor
Mr. McCarthy asked bringing me back to the real world.

          "Hoping to!" I said cheerfully hiding my feelings of loneliness
that were returning now that Mark was gone.

          "Ahh hoping to my foot! You'll do great! Even better than
before!" he said smiling. Mr McCarthy is a great guy and he and his family
had helped me through the time right after my family died. I smiled at him
saying I'd do my best to sack a QB for him and went in the house.

* * *

          Well the week went by pretty quickly. I missed having Mark around
the house quite a bit, especially when I slept alone, but I could live with
it. I still got to see his smiling face nearly every day when we went
running or had a practice and soon it was Friday night again. We were
playing a team from Beamsville and they were nothing much to worry
about. Coach Davis compared them to sheep in our pep-talk before the game
in the locker room saying that our team was 36 wolves who would eat very
well if they played half as well as last week. Our defensive coordinator
had taken ill a few days before and I was to fill in for him and I had done
my homework. I had driven to Beamsville a few days before and had watched
gamefilm of the previous year and knew who we needed to watch out for. I
could also pretty much read their defense from the sideline since they were
pretty sloppy with their stances.

          I spoke to their coach, Philips I believe his name was, before
the game. He was a kinda hearted man who was mostly there for his kids to
have fun. Winning and losing the game was incidental. He was worried about
playing us after we had slaughtered Midland the previous week and I told
him we weren't a team that would run up the score against him. Our players
were also disciplined and were only worried about doing their job, not
hurting other players. "Have a great game coach." I said smiling.

          Philips smiled back extending his hand which I took. "We'll try
not to bury you by TOO much," he said jokingly. "My boys may not be the
best but we'll try to give yours a good workout for your game next week!"

**********************
Part 8 (yes part 7 was short and so is part 8 ;-)

          Our boys were warming up in our endzone as I met with Aaron and
coach Stevens, and coach Marx for some last minute discussion of the game
plan. "How was coach Philips this time around?" Stevens asked

          "He seems like a really okay guy!" I said not sure why I was
being asked.

          "That means they have a good team this year." Marx said smiling
slyly.

          "That guy's a rattle-snake" Aaron said dryly. "If he is in a good
mood and says his team is low-key, then they are good. If he comes out
saying they are great then they are poor. He's done it all before."

          "I went to check out their practice yesterday." I said still not
understanding. I had seen coaches like that before but I had seen the team
practice.

          "Trust me Myles," said Stevens smiling. "Just keep your head up,
and your eyes open, and don't be surprised if he throws something new at
you. His team last year was really poor so the gamefilm you saw won't be an
example of a 'good Philips team'."

          Once the game started I could tell they were right. The
Beamsville team was a good one. I spent the first half on the sideline
trying to read formations, and plays but couldn't pick up on what was going
on as well as I had from my truck the day before. It was like it had been
another team the previous night. I stayed cool making the calls I thought
would work best and we were doing pretty well leading 24-14 at the end of
the first half. Mark had lead my defense extremely well and made up for any
mistakes I made by changing the call with an audible.

          At half-time I thanked him for his help out on the field and he
just smiled asking where I thought he had learned it. While coach Davis
made his little 'lets keep it going' speech I made a run for the
Radio-Shack up the street and bought 4 head-sets and walky-talkies. When I
got back we had five minutes left and I said I was heading up to the
spotters booth and I'd send the play down. Once I had a nice arial view of
the field I could pick up Philips' offense easily as well as his defense,
and in the second half we extended our lead to 43-17. As we were all
shaking hands at the end of the game Philips told Aaron he had one "hell of
a coach," saying as fast as he made a change I had picked up on it. Mark of
course was present for this and beamed at the praise I was receiving. Once
he had finished talking about me, he had started in talking about how well
our "number 55" had played. This of course was Mark and made my heart fill
with pride and joy.

          Once we were through with the usual locker room celebration,
Mark, Aaron, Laura, and I headed out to my truck since we had come to the
game together. Mark called out "shot-gun!" and ran to the passenger
door. His parents smiled and decided it would be easiest to 'let him have
this one' and took up two of the seats behind us. We drove home listening
to the radio enjoying the smooth ride of my gator. When we pulled into
their driveway Mark let out a loud sigh then whined "momm.. can't I stay at
Myles' house again this weekend PLEEEEASE?"

          "I don't know if Myles want's you to stay over this weekend
honey, he might have some other plans," she said smiling raising an eyebrow
at me in the mirror.

          I chuckled. "Well I don't really have anything TOO important
planned. If he wants to stay I guess it's alright with me," I said trying
not to sound excited.

          "Well I suppose it would be okay then as long as your father
doesn't mind." She said looking to Aaron who simply threw up his hands
saying not to look to him for an objection at getting to sleep in Saturday
morning.

          We all laughed at this and with a hug and kiss goodnight from
Mark as well as a hug and a handshake from me, Mark's parents went inside
and Mark and I got back into the truck. It was by now about 6:00 and I was
getting hungry. I wasn't planning on going home first, this time we would
eat first so there would be no need to shower then get dressed to go out
again. "What would ya like for dinner tonight Mark?" I asked.

          "Hmm.." He said smiling, eyes twinkling. "Well I'd kinda like
chicken wings but I'd settle on having YOU for dinner."

          We both laughed at this and agreed on chicken wings for dinner. I
then asked him if he wanted take out or to eat at the restaurant and he
said he wanted a quiet evening in tonight. We stopped at Michael's again
and picked up our chicken wings. I also bought us ribs, and fries. We
headed back to my place and ate dinner. We sat in the living room eating
across from each other watching TV, although we spent more time looking at
one another than the television set. I was thinking about why I loved him.

          How could I be attracted to a BOY? I've never been some kind of
homophobic who's afraid to acknowledge a cute kid when they see one. But I
had never been attracted to one, but Mark.. What was it about him that drew
me to him since that first day I had laid eyes on him a couple months
earlier? Well it was everything about him. I looked at him trying to think
of something, anything, that was wrong with him. Nothing.. his button nose,
deep blue eyes, his arms, his muscled little legs, his stomach, his back,
his chest, his cute little butt.. He was perfect! Physically the most
amazing person I had ever seen, but it wasn't just that. His sense of
humor, the way he smiled at all the right moments, the way he loved me for
who I was! In fact the only thing that was wrong with him was that he was a
13 year old boy and for some reason, that was part of what made him so
perfect.

          I sat back in my chair smiling at him. He looked up from his
plate and smiled to me. "I love you too Myles" he said smiling. He giggled
know that was what I had been thinking then got up and came over to me. I
put my plate to the side and let him sit on my lap as I wrapped my arms
around them resting them in his lap. He reached his right hand back and
rubbed the left side of my face as he turned his head to kiss me over his
shoulder.

          We broke our kiss and I kissed my way down his neck and nibbled
his ear. "I think we should take it easy tonight Myles, you have tryouts
tomorrow and I want you in tip top shape!" He said as he spun around on my
lap placing his hands on my shoulders. I smiled again as I looked at his
sweet little face. God I could spend every second with him and never get
tired of seeing him.

          "Promise me you will never leave me Myles.. Please?" He said
looking at me as his face suddenly changed to an urgent look.

          "I love you baby," I answered pecking him on his cheek gently,
"and I promise you that as long as I have the power to prevent it that I
will NEVER leave you! Nothing in this world means as much to me as you
do.. you know that right?" I asked searching those eyes again.

          "Yeah," he said smiling that smile again. He leaned in slowly
this time and pressed his lips tenderly to mine. Our tongues danced and we
caressed each other's bodies as we melted into each other. It was the most
passionate kiss I had ever had with ANYONE. Everything else seemed to fade
away for that moment and it was just the two of us together in the whole
world. "It's getting late.. do you wanna go to bed now?" He said smiling,
then added, "but no hanky panky Myles. You have to earn it this week the
same as I earned it last week!"

          "Earn it?" I asked raising an eyebrow as I rubbed that firm
little stomach of his.

          "I'm coming to the tryouts with you tomorrow to watch. For every
tackle you make, or big hit, you earn one piece of my clothes when we get
home." He smiled wickedly.

          "You're a kinky little devil aren't you?" I said tickling him. He
giggled squirming around on my lap.

          "I just want to give you an acsentive to do well." He said
holding my hands gently.

          "You mean INCENTIVE don't you?" I asked sliding my hands from his
armpits down his sides to hold his firm behind. He giggled as I gently
squeezed his cheeks and nodded. "Okay Mark. It's a deal." We smiled and
went upstairs hand in hand turning the tv and vcr off as we walked
past. Curling up in each others arms together, we waited for sleep to come
to us.

******************
Part 9

          I awoke the following morning alone in the bed. My eyes searched
the room quickly for Mark, but he wasn't there. Then I realized I could
smell bacon cooking. I big smile spread across my face and I got up and
went downstairs. "Good morning sleepy head!" Mark said as he came to me
giving me a big hug.

          The smell of the breakfast he was cooking me was strong in the
air and I nearly cried since no one had cooked me breakfast since that
fateful day that my parents cooked breakfast and left with my brother in
the car as I ate on the porch waving to them. "So this is where you have
been! I missed you when I first woke up!"

          "I wanted to do somethin special for you on your big day!" He
said smiling. "I want you to know that if something goes wrong and you
can't make the team that I still love you Myles and you can have me anytime
you like!"

          "Mark," I said lifting him easily off the ground and into my
arms. "Our relationship doesn't ever have to be sexual, and I don't EVER
want you to feel that you have to do anything to please me! You don't have
to keep me happy to make me love you. I love you today, I'll love you
tomorrow, I'll love you two years from now! You're not gonna lose me Mark."
I said holding him close and sitting him on the counter.

          As a single tear rolled down his cheek I wiped it away and kissed
his forehead. In that moment I decided that no matter what I would never
let him down. If I had to play with pain, I would suck it up and play
through it. Nothing was too good for him and I would do everything in my
power to protect him from the pain of the world. We had both had enough
pain.

          We ate breakfast talking about football, and school and basically
catching up with some nice private conversation since we hadn't all
week. Then 10 o'clock came around and I had to get dressed for tryouts. We
were to show up in helmet and shoulderpads wearing a pair of shorts. I
grabbed my equipment from the basement in it's box labeled "old junk." I
grabbed some other clothes together like my jersey and such and put them in
my bag. Them Mark and I headed out to the truck and I put my things in the
back and we drove to the East Valley University field-house.

          We were greeted by a few reporters who had heard about my return
and wanted the "latest scoop." I walked past them with Mark at my side. I
had never had time for reporters before I had "retired" and I had no
intention of changing now. I was Myles Johnson, #55 again. I could feel
"it" again! We entered the field house to find the main lobby full of
alumni, coaches, more news people, and the regular fanatics. Training camp
was usually closed to non-team/related people. "Ahh there he IS!
Myles!" Coach Brown said smiling.

          "Coach?" I asked looking around.

          "This is a big thing Myles, just relax." Coach Brown said.

          I didn't want a lot of attention. I had planned to go to tryouts
and take a place on the team whether it was a starting spot or not and play
out the season. Just then Jason Washington came strutting up to me fully
aware that cameras were rolling. "Myles Johnson," he said as we slapped
hands. "I've kept your spot warm for you." He grinned.

          "Thanks man, I feel kinda bad coming back for it so suddenly." I
said matching his cocky tone. I knew he wanted the starting spot as the
middle linebacker. It was the 'show position' and he had enjoyed it the
year before, but I was back and it would be MINE again. "Hey Jason, you
know Mark here right?" I asked maintaining my smile.

          "Yeah you're Davis' boy right?" he asked speaking down to Mark.

          "Yeah, you're Jason something right?" He said pretending he
didn't know his name just to watch Jason squirm.

          'Man I love this kid!' I thought to myself as Jason said "yeah,
Jason Washington."

          We exchanged "pleasantries" for a few more minutes as other
players came up to get reacquainted. Then Coach Brown called us out onto
the field. Mark ran up to the sideline to take a seat. When Brown asked him
what thought he was doing I shot him a look. Brown was a great coach but
had always backed down to me when he knew I wanted something. "Okay Myles,
he can stay" he said as my expression eased. "Still got it I see," he
chuckled and I joined in.

          Soon the practice was in full swing and we were getting to the
tackling drills. This was where I would regain my position more than
anywhere else. I was dressed out in my equipment and helmet and was ready
to go. I took up position in the tackler's line and was surprised when
Washington took a spot opposite me in the ball-carriers line. "What the
hell is he doing?" I thought to myself.

          As we got to the front of the line and lined up opposite each
other he said "Just wanna give you a good shot to make sure you're ready
that's all."

          "It's your funeral Jay," I answered.

          When we were set the coach blew the whistle and Jason ran with
the ball then took it low trying to get under my tackle, then he slammed
his shoulderpads into my knee purposely and laughed. I wasn't just mad, I
was pissed! After all I had done for him he was trying to take me out! We
were still driving into each other and the players around us cheered us on
wildly. Suddenly Mark flashed into my mind telling me I could do it and
seemingly effortlessly, I reached my arms under Jason's chest, locked up
and lifted him off the ground, drove three yards and slammed him into the
terf. "Take that pussy shit outta here!" I said angrily. "Hit me straight
up if you're bad!"

          I was headed to the back of the line again when Jason shouted "I
want another try coach!" Coach Brown looked at me and I started back to the
front.

          "Okay Jason, you want a one way ticket off the field, I'll
arrange it for you!" I was livid now. My rage was evident as everyone
backed away to let me through. I lined up opposite Jason again and this
time when the whistle blew I attacked all out and focused. As we met on his
side of the line his body buckled and the ball popped loose. This time I
didn't throw him to the ground like last time, but drove down into him as
we hit the ground.

          "FUCK! OH FUCK!!" Jason yelled as I got up and he clutched at his
midsection.

          Brown walked calmly over to assess the situation with one of the
trainers. "What's wrong Jason?" He asked in a somewhat impatient tone. "Is
something broken?"

          "Nah coach it just hurts like a sonofabitch!" he said still
holding his midsection. "Myles!" He said sitting up holding his hand out
towards me and I took it helping him up. "Good to see you're back to play."

          I glanced over to where Mark was seated beaming. He gave me a
thumbs up and I returned it. I was back. I had taken a full impact on my
knee with little pain, and I had delivered a punishing blow to last year's
league defensive MVP. While he wasn't a ball carrier, he was one of the
hardest hitters on the team and everyone knew it.

          Practice continued on like this with me delivering some punishing
hits to all of my opponents. We broke up to a scrimmage rotating players
through and as I stepped into my MLB position for the first time in far too
long I felt it all come back. Up to this point I had felt just hints of
that .. that feeling I had when I played football, but now it all came
flooding back. Now I WAS #55 again. Of the 20 plays I was in on, I made the
tackle on 15, each time looking over to Mark and holding up a count on my
fingers. Once it got past 10 I just started shrugging as he laughed in his
seat. When our practice ended and the coach started reading out tentative
positions he read out every position but mine first, then concluded with
"...and our returning STARTING middle linebacker is Myles
Johnson. Washington, you'll either move back to outside, or play sub-in for
Myles."

          "Sure thing coach," he said slapping me on the back. He had
challenged me and I had set him straight. He know knew his place and was
acting like the same Jason I had been friends with.

          As we started on our way off the field Coach Brown and I were
swamped by reporters. I had my shoulderpads and helmet off now and picked
Mark up easily onto my shoulders. "Don't want you getting squashed under
foot little buddy." I said The reporters started asking stupid questions
about whether I would start all the games, or rest most and save up for
Midland, and a bunch of other nonsense. I ignored them as usual, and most
who had been around since my earlier days knew what my attitude towards
reporters was.

          "Just a few questions Myles?" One woman asked putting on her best
puppy-dog look.

          "No thanks I'm full," I said maintaining a serious face and most
of them laughed. Coach Brown and I left them behind to the assistant
coaches and entered the field house with Mark still on my shoulders. I
almost forgot he was there and walked through the door with him still high
in the air and he ducked quickly to avoid hitting his head.

          "Myles! Are you tryin ta KILL me or somethin?" he giggled.

          "Oh hey.. sorry Mark," I said setting him down on the floor next
to me. "I forgot you were up there!"

          Coach Brown laughed and we talked for a few more minutes, and
then Mark and I left for home. Once we were in the gator he started up
about how "awesome" I had done and he raved about how cool it looked when I
had tackled Washington those two times. As we were pulling out of the
parking lot I was rubbing my knee gently, not really thinking about
anything. "Are you okay Myles?" He asked with a look of concern.

          "Of course, why do you ask?"

          "Well you're rubbing your knee so I thought maybe it was
hurting." He said still worrying about me.

          "Nahh, it's cool. Now that I think of it, it didn't hurt much at
all during practice. No more than it would normally from the few bumps it
got." I said reassuring him.

          Satisfied that I was okay, he then continued on with praising me
the same way I always did him. I can't deny that it made me feel special,
and loved - that just as he meant so much to me, I meant so much to him. We
pulled into my driveway and got out. Mark ran up the stairs to the front
door and used the new key I had given him two days before to open the front
door. I had given him the key saying that he already had the only key to my
heart so he may as well have one for my "our house."

          He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside closing the door and
locking it behind us. Then, taking my hand, he lead me up the stairs to my
bedroom and by the burning look in his eyes I could see where this was all
headed. "I counted 15 tackles in your scrimmage today," he said, his eyes
now burning with lust and desire. "But you see, I only have on my
underwear, my shorts, my t-shirt, and a pair of socks!"

          "Oh my, now what can you do to make up for that?" I asked playing
along.

          "I'll just have see what I can do!" he said as he smiled
wickedly. "Well you've earned all my clothes so which piece of clothing do
you want first?"

          I stepped towards him sitting him down on the bed. He put his
arms down behind him at his sides and leaned back slightly. I put my hands
on his knees and massaged his firm little legs down to his feet. I paid
special attention to his calves and kissed them both. When I reached his
ankles I took hold of his socks and slid them gently off of his feet one at
a time. I took his left foot in my hand and rubbed it gently then jokingly
kissed his big toe getting a giggle from Mark. I then looked up to his face
and put my hands at his sides under his arms and lifted him further up onto
the bed. He was laying on his back, and I was on my side next to him as I
leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. I moved my hand under his shirt
and rubbed his stomach feeling his little six-pack. He sighed deeply and
moaned. I moved my head down to his stomach again and began kissing and
licking his little belly button and rubbed his sides with my hands. He was
moaning more now letting out quiet 'mmm's and 'ohh's.

          I slid his shirt up further and he put his arms up as I slid it
all the way off and moved in on his pink little nipples. I wanted to
explore every inch of him. As I was gently nibbling his left nipple, I
looked up to his arm-pit and got a crazy idea. I kissed my way up to it and
began licking it gently. Mark giggled "That tickles Myles!" He smiled
lovingly down at me. I moved to his neck and began kissing his adams apple
as he arched his neck and gasped. I could tell I was getting him really
worked up and as I nibbled on his ear I reached down to slide his shorts
off. He raised hit hips up so that I could get them off.

          I slid down the bed and in between his legs and took ahold of
this underwear. I looked at him for a moment and could see his heart was
pounding and he was out of breath. I looked down to his little red
briefs. There was a dark patch where he had been leaking his pre-cum. As I
began to pull at his briefs, he again raised his hips and his beautiful cut
cock came in to view. I lifted his legs up over his chest and began licking
his nuts and the hardened ridge just below them and worked slowly down his
crack till I reached that little pucker-hole that had brought me so much
pleasure the previous weekend. I moistened a finger and inserted it gently
and began rubbing his prostate while I sucked on his balls. He was moaning
and thrashing his head from side to side, clutching the bed sheets tightly
in his fists and I could tell he needed release.

          I then moved up still rubbing his prostate with my finger. I
began licking his head clean of his pre-cum then licked the entire shaft
clean. Then I engulfed his hot cock in my mouth. He screamed out loud as my
lips reached it's base and after only two bobs of my head he came in the
strongest orgasm I had ever seen him have. His back arched and every muscle
in his young body tightened. Even his toes curled up as he fired eight hard
squirts of cum into my mouth. I ate it hungrily and continued to suck on
him until his penis stopped twitching.

          Then Mark opened his eyes for the first time since I had kissed
his neck. "Oh Myles," he said as a tear ran down each cheek. "That was the
most amazing thing that's ever happened to me! I love you Myles, I wish we
could spend every second of every day together!" I opened my mouth to say
something as he said "I want you n me now. You haven't been where you
belong in a whole week and I NEED it!"

          I was so in love and I wanted this to last as long as possible so
we took it slowly. I let Mark take my clothes off and he seemed to want to
take it slowly too knowing how much pleasure I had just given him. Once I
was naked we kissed again as he laid back on the bed holding me around the
neck and pulling me down with him. I positioned myself at his entrance
after rubbing some KY onto myself and pressed my head to his opening. "Do
it Myles, Fuck me!" He said smiling. He never swore but when he asked me to
'fuck him' and it sent a shiver down my spine every time he said it. He
relaxed his body letting his legs come to rest at his sides. I pressed
forward slowly and he moaned and arched his back. I slid myself slowly in
moaning while Mark gasped beneath me. I was pretty worked up from
everything we had already done and I knew I wouldn't last much longer so I
took slow long strokes and Mark wrapped his legs around my back. His tight
anus gripped me tightly as I slid in and out. My whole body was tingling as
Mark guided my lips to his. Soon I could feel my balls tightening and the
pressure building at the base of my cock and I increased my speed slightly
then with one final thrust I slammed myself deeply into him and filled him
up with my cum.

          Panting I collapsed onto my elbows over top of Mark. I rested
there for a few moments as I began to soften and started to pull out. "No
stay in me PLEASE." He said holding me tightly against him. His tight anus
was spasming around my slightly softened penis and I began to get hard
again. Feeling me stiffen inside him again he cooed and said "that's a good
boy." We both giggled at this and I began thrusting gently into him again
as he held me wrapped in his arms and legs. "Pound me this time!" He said
holding me tightly but I couldn't in out present position so I pulled him
over to the edge of the bed still embedded in his nether regions. He held
his knees to his chest and I began really fucking him. "uhhn
.. ohH.. OHH.. YES!! OHH FUCK ME!!!" Mark sang as I continued to sodomize
him. I could see his little dick was hard as a rock and I took it in my
hand and began to stroke it in time with my thrusts. Since I had just cum a
few minutes before I knew I would be able to enjoy myself and I hammered
away while Mark rocked beneath me. My balls were bouncing off his firm ass
cheeks when I started to feel myself getting close again. Mark was also
getting close I saw as his balls drew up close to his body and I released
his cock to hold his hips. He took his penis in his hand and began stroking
it at a hundred miles per hour. I looked into his eyes which locked on mine
and then seemingly at the same time we both threw our heads back and began
to cum. Mark was so worked up that he shot up to his chest and onto his
chin.

          I pulled out gently now and leaned down to clean his chest and
his chin off then moved up and kissed him again. "Thanks baby," I said
smiling as we came up for air.

          "Thank ME? Thank YOU! That was the most amazing thing I've ever
felt Myles! God I love you so much!"

          "I love you too Mark!" I said smiling at my lover, our noses
about 6 inches from each other. "Say are you hungry? Cause I could kinda
due with a good meal after that workout!"

          "HEHE yeah Myles, that would be great."

          We got up and headed for the shower. We washed each other quickly
as we realized we were really both quite hungry since it was by now 4
o'clock. We didn't want ribs or chicken wings so we decided instead to go
to the Chinese buffet restaurant.


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Well that's the end of Parts 7-9. It was a bit more lengthy than I
originally planned but the few people I sent it to early didn't have any
complaints. Hope you liked these parts too!

Quite a few of the people who have emailed me have asked about the "Through
Mark's Eyes" version which I have begun work on. It may take a bit longer
to get finished than the others since it goes into more background detail
and I tend to devote more time to completing updates to this version since
it is the one that is already standing. 

Thanks again for reading,

eric_case@hotmail.com