Date: Sun, 09 May 1999 23:42:32 EDT
From: Eric Case <eric_case@hotmail.com>
Subject: Through Mark's Eyes (Part 1)

The same drill goes with this story as ALLLL the others.. If you're under
18 (even though I am and I WROTE the thing!), if it is illegal to view
sexually explicit tales, or if you're offended by man/boy sex, then don't
read any further.

Okay so here's Myles-and-Mark from another point of view. If you haven't
read the original that is through Myles' eyes I recommend you read it first
since with Mark I have more summarized events and reflected on them as he
saw it. You can read just this version and get the general story, but I
think (as well as they think) that they are best read together as a way of
seeing "both sides to the story." Also this version won't be updated as
often as the original (at least I doubt it) since it was my first and I
feel a sense of needing to keep it going so to speak.

I have also changed the format with this story slightly from the other one.
Rather than break it up into 3 parts per release, I will release single
parts that correspond to the time-frame of the releases of the other story.
Sound complicated? What I mean is part 1 of this story will be the
equivalent of parts 1-3 of "Myles and Mark." Similarly part 2 of "Through
Mark's Eyes" will correspond to parts 4-6 of "Myles and Mark." It is easier
this way since with Mark's side of the story, certain events are emphasized
more than in the other version (ie: the buildup and explanation of the
beginning of the relationship) Hope ya like it and I just wanted to clear
that up before we start.

Thanks again for reading and all comments are appreciated at
eric_case@hotmail.com. I read and answer all the emails I get.. well if I
get any flames you might hear back from me but I won't guarantee it, but if
you're actually taking the time to check out the NIFTY archive and read a
GAY story and then FLAME the author, then MAYBE it's YOU who needs to be
flamed ;) Can I get an amen to that?? hehe

Enjoy folks!

Eric

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This story is dedicated to my friend A.J. whose guidance and friendship
have helped me through some of the most difficult times in my life. I love
you Andrew and I hope one day I can be there for you the way you have been
there for me! Much like what you have told me so many times, Travis would
be proud to know he had a friend like you and you may not be my big
brother, but you are truly a close second and I wouldn't be who I am today
without the strength you have given me. You sheltered me from the storm and
held me up when the sun shone and for that I think you today, tomorrow, and
for all eternity.

Your friend forever,
                                   Justin
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          HI! My name's Mark.. well Marcus Davis, but I think that name
sounds kinda dorky so it is just MARK. Now lemme see, how do I start? I
guess I should start back when I first met him. Myles Johnson.. Just the
name gives me shivers! The first time I ever saw him was when my brother
Joshua and I went to his highschool's football game. We took a seat in the
stands right over the tunnel the players come out of. The cheerleaders
formed another tunnel the players would run through along with the team
members who didn't get to start the game.

          It was now that the voice came over the loudspeakers of the
stadium saying the usual welcome message, then the starting offensive
players names started being called out. As each players name was called out
he would run out of the tunnel and through the human tunnel leading to the
middle of the field. Now our town is BIG with football so the stadium was
pretty full with about 10,000 people (its the stadium for the
college). Then the announcer started calling out the names of the starting
defense.

          "Wait till you see Myles!" Joshua said excitedly

          Then HIS name came.. "And the middle linebacker and defensive
captain.. number 55.. the beast of the East Valley High Marauders... MYYLES
JOOHHHNNSOONNN!!!!!" and on the 'm' of Myles, a 6'2'' 250 pound monster
sprung from the tunnel. He half ran and half jumped through the tunnel
throwing his arms up to the side signaling to the crowd to make noise and
that's exactly what we did. I was on my feet caught up in all the
excitement of it all. East Valley High was playing the Midland
Cavaliers. Now this wasn't just some dumb game, this was our rivalry with
Midland.. we HATED them. We still do for that matter!

          I wanted to be closer to the players bench so I grabbed my
brother and pulled him around the stadium to the other side so we were
behind the East Valley bench. There were only two seats left in the front
row so I guess it must have been fate or somethin.. a lucky day at the very
least! We got there in time to hear Myles' words to his teammates. His deep
voice going raspy from yelling, his southern California accent.. "This here
is OUR house! OUR field! All these people in the stands here came to see
us. This aint just a game, this is our WHOLE SEASON!" He went on from there
and as he spoke his voice got louder and louder. The passion he had for the
game was obvious and his eyes burned with a flame that made me feel weird
inside. Looking back now I guess I was in love with him from then since my
heart was pounding, but at the time I figured it was just excitement. He
ended off his 'speech' yelling " MARAUDERS MAKE IT HAPPEN" over and over
while the whole team stood in a huddle mass jumping up and down. Then he
held his helmet high in the air as the other team members followed suit and
he yelled counting to three then together the team yelled "MARAUDERS!" Even
with the rest of the team yelling it, Myles could still be easily heard.

          I figured at the time that this was probably just the way he
acted on big games but as I went to all the remaining games that season,
his attitude never changed on the field. I decided he must be like that all
the time until one day my brother asked me if I wanted to go to the mall
with him and Myles.. as if I would turn down being seen with the STAR of
East Valley. Even the guys on the college team weren't as well known in our
town as Myles and he walked confidently greeting all the looks with a
smile.

          He met us at the mall, the first time I saw him up close in
regular clothes. He was wearing a pair of shorts that were cut about three
inches above the knee. His shirt was sleeveless and his arms and shoulder
were in full view. He was huge, and near pure muscle. Well we spent the day
at the mall while he and Joshua talked about school and I said I was going
to play football one day too. He smiled widely at this. Not one of those
'oh you're just a kid so I'll humor you' smiles. It was a smile like he'd
give a friend. He always makes me feel special. I love him so much! If he
and my brother were in a debate he would always ask "what do you think
little Mark?" to keep me involved.

          Well a year passed and Myles was by now a senior in highschool,
the same size as the year before, but meaner on the field and I learned his
family had died which had put a chip on his shoulder. Everyone knew he was
destined for college ball and we were just watching him destroy the rest of
the highschools in the county for one last season before he did. My brother
was suppose to play but never tried out.  At the game versus Midland that
year Myles shamelessly broke 3 of an opponents ribs and fractured his
collarbone. His dad had played for Midland community college and everyone
knew Myles felt abandoned and took his anger out on Midland more than
anyone else. Off the field he seemed to be the same old Myles though.

          Well the following year my older brother Joshua was hit by a
car. Myles was away visiting universities and no one bothered to tell him
about it when he got back although when he found out a year or so later it
really upset him. Myles went to East Valley University that year refusing a
scholarship since he had the money to pay his own way. He started every
game of his freshman year at middle linebacker over 2 seniors who had been
there for four years. I knew he was pretty popular there too but he seemed
to have lost something about him after his family died. I almost called him
a few times when I was really missing my brother but I always chickened
out. My dad and I started going to all of his games while he was at
university and we were there in his second season when he took the big
hit. I remember my heart skipping a beat when it happened since you could
see his knee bend the way it wasn't supposed to. Then you could hear him
scream all over the field but he still made the tackle! If ANYTHING made
him a hero it was that. He had made the tackle against Midland College's
fullback Ross Mason. He was sooo cocky and even a lot of his own 'fans'
didn't like him!

          East Valley was up by 5 and Midland had faked a pitch to their
right and then handed off to the fullback to an off tackle on the
left. Half of our defense had read the play wrong and were out of
position. This pretty much put all the pressure on Myles to either make the
tackle or we would lose the game and he had MADE THE TACKLE! A dirty
cut-block had put his knee-cap out of place, screwed up tendons, and he had
flipped him over in the air but with one arm Myles brought down the 235
pound fullback and the time ran out. That's right, it WAS a big play.

          When I saw in the paper the next day that he wasn't expected to
play again I cried harder than I had since my brother died. Well let me sum
up the rest of the period before we met again as this: Myles quit playing
ball for a whole season watching as his team went on and won another
championship (they had won the year before as well after Myles was
injured). Then he talked to this guy Jason who's cousin played football for
my dad on the junior-high team. When my dad told me Myles might be coaching
my heart leaped in my chest. I couldn't believe it and the next day he
called! I tried to act grown up on the phone but he took it the same old
way he used to playing along. He always could set me off laughing.. he
still can for that matter!

          Then my dad talked to him and got Myles to come by the house and
pick me up on his way to the track.. I put on my kinda tight cut-off shorts
and a t-shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror hoping I looked good. I
heard him pull into the driveway in his Navigator.. BIG BIG automobile!! I
looked out the window and saw him get out and start talking to dad. My
heart was racing as I saw him laughing at one of my dad's corny
jokes. Seriously, I love my dad with all my heart but he has some really
bad ones! I checked myself in the mirror once more. Then I pulled my socks
down a bit more to show a little more of my calves and sprinted down the
stairs and out the door.

          I ran up to them holding my hand out and introduced myself as
Mark. When he took my hand to shake it I nearly melted. I felt stupid
feeling this way about a GUY but it was Myles, one of the nicest people I
knew (as long as he wasn't trying to kill people out on the football field
that is). His hand gripped my hand gently but I could feel it's
strength. He smiled at me showing his straight and even teeth. and opened
his mouth to introduce himself but I quickly said "and you're Myles!" His
smile broadened at this and the sunlight shone on his beautiful face. I was
probably just fixated at the time but I thought I was in love. I only say I
wasn't then since my feelings then were so shallow compared to how deeply I
feel for Myles today.

          I told Myles he had an awesome car (as if he didn't already
know!) and he let me in. He started yacking to my dad about some stuff so I
turned on the radio. Now I have heard some cool sound systems before, but I
FELT this one! Eventually I got tired of waiting and put the window down
and said to hurry up or somethin like that. We drove to the track but I
wasn't really dressed too well for the occasion. I was wearing cut-offs or
somethin that was no good for running. Myles took me into the clothing
outlet or whatever you want to call it and bought me a whole HEAP of
clothes as well as a brand new gym bag. It was all red, black, and white
since EVERYTHING in the town was "Marauders." From the junior high teams,
highschool teams, and even the East Valley University team, we were the red
and black.

          Well as I remember it, we ran for like hours! It was probably a
lot less and I have no idea how many laps we actually ran since after about
six or seven I stopped counting, but eventually I got tired and was gonna
have to stop. WELL.. Myles slows down a bit and then comes up behind me,
lifts me up like a rag doll and swings me around onto his back! It was soo
cool and I told him so. Now as if that wasn't enough, once he had me on his
back he started running even faster! We had slowed down cause I couldn't
keep up but now he was actually running!

          Eventually he stopped and we headed back to his place. He said we
could go to mine so I could shower and we'd meet up afterwards but I didn't
want to go back to my house. I wanted to go home with Myles! Now he wasn't
quite as big as he had been when I had first seen him but I was 13 and he
still looked huge to me

          When we got to Myles' house, after me cracking another one of my
priceless corny jokes that he loves so much, he sat down on the couch
holding his knee. I sat down next to him as he reached for a bottle of
rubbing alcohol. Here was my chance to actually get my hands onto those
strong legs and I took advantage of it! I offered to rub his knee for him
since I had seen my dad work on knees and ankles or knees and
elbows. Something like that and he said okay! So I get down on the floor in
front of him and started rubbing his knee, being gentle not wanting to hurt
him at all. When I looked up slightly at his crotch, I saw what I thought
was a bulge! I couldn't believe it and tried to hide my instant woody! I
was wearing briefs so he couldn't tell and I finished up and he led me up
the stairs to the bathroom where I could take a shower.

          Myles started the water running since he had one of those newer
showers that you half to pull this and push that and turn this to the right
spot and I just had one where you turn the three knobs. Once it was at the
right temperature he handed me some towels and left. I stripped off my
clothes and jumped in. I was so hot from seeing what I thought was Myles
with a hard-on that I had to jerk-off. It felt so erotic masturbating in
Myles shower when he had to be within 30 feet. He had take his shower
before I was finished mine and he knocked on the door right when I was
about to shoot. Bad timing to have me answer? Yes probably, but I did my
best to answer normally as I started spurting my small load down his
drain. Once I had finished up I shut the water off and got out.

          He showed me around his place. He had so much cool stuff,
stereos, a computer, a 60 inch television, everything a 13 year old could
possibly want.. well that is if you threw HIM into the deal as well! Like a
dummy I asked him where he got all the money for this cool stuff but
remembered about his family as I said it. It really got him down and he
told me about it. I remember telling him that I couldn't replace his
brother but I'd really like it if we could hang out like brothers.

          "Yes Mark, I know I can never replace your big brother, but I'd
like to do big brother stuff with you too." Myles said with his great smile
on his face. I blinked and one of the tears I had been holding back rolled
down my cheek. "Now how about that lunch?" he asked and I burst out
laughing. Myles has always made me laugh and has always made me feel
special.

          We ate lunch and he took me up to the mall. We walked around
there for awhile while then went to a college practice. East Valley's
football team was having an early training clinic for the receivers and
runningbacks. I could tell Myles really missed it but couldn't understand
why he had decided to quit. Eventually we went home; I think it was like an
hour before we had to. I went upstairs to bed. I was dead from our run and
my parents Invited Myles in and talked to him till well after I was already
asleep. My parents really liked Myles since he was a "positive roll model"
and an "upstanding member of society" that I could "learn a lot from." My
mom added that he was "a sweetie." I really liked him cause he was hot, and
treated me nice.

          We hung out most of the summer too. I was in summer school cause
my grades had KINDA gone down after my brother died. Myles encouraged me to
give it my best and to never give up no matter what. By the end of summer
school in July I had straight 'A's. My parents went on and on about what a
difference Myles had made in my life. By now I was totally in love with him
but not just in love.  He was my best friend and someone I could tell
ANYTHING too.. well anything accept what I wanted to tell him most. Of
course Myles would also have to be one of those people who makes a lot of
physical contact when they talk to you about everything so he'd always have
an arm draped around me, or a hug when we met. It drove me crazy since I
wanted more! I wanted to tell him how much I loved him and needed him to
love me back.

          Over our summer not only had my grades gone up but I had
developed quite the body! I don't usually sing my own praises and in this
case didn't really have to since people always told me how big I had gotten
and how grown up I looked. I gotta admit when I looked in the mirror I
liked what I saw. I still do like what I see but I was nothing compared
to.. that's right.. MYLES! He had gained like 20 or 30 pounds since we had
started hanging out and he was really a work of art. His knee didn't seem
to bother him when we ran anymore and I was SURE this would be the year
when he would come back to playing football.

          Finally the first day of practice came. I did pretty well I think
and a bunch of the parents said I looked great out there and made it look
so easy. None of it meant as much as when Myles took me off to the
sidelines away from everybody to tell me how proud of me he was! It totally
made my day and I had to concentrate hard so that I wouldn't start crying.

          It was the week of our first game when I found out my parents had
to go away for the weekend. Our game was Friday night so I could easily be
at the game, but I didn't want to go on the trip since it would be a boring
business trip. Well it worked out so that my parents would leave after the
game and I would get to spend two nights at Myles house. Two WHOLE nights!
My mind raced all week thinking of what we could do. More like fantasizing
about what we could do. I was also thinking a lot about the fact that we
were playing Midland. They were the little version of the team that had
injured Myles and I wanted to make them PAY! I was nervous though since
they had a reputation and it was such a big game being our biggest rivals
and all.

          After school on the day of the big game I stood naked in front of
my bedroom mirror checking myself out. I was looking pretty good too! I had
definition in most all of my muscles, my calves were pretty big for someone
my age. I had a six-pack and I was looking pretty built. I started dressing
pulling my socks up my legs, then my jock, then undies over them. Then I
got my pants with my pads in them on after pulling on one of my sleeveless
shirts. By now I was listening to "Twighlight Zone" by 2 Unlimited. I
always listened to it on game day since I heard Myles used to. Sound
obsessive? Well I was! I even had a scrap book with everything my brother
and I had ever found written about him! I threw on my tear-aways over my
football shorts grabbed my stuff in my bag and headed downstairs to the
game.

          When we got to the stadium it was like something out of a dream!
We entered the locker-rooms through a loading entrance just like the real
players and I dressed into my shoulderpads and put my jersey on. I spent
the next 5 minutes taping the sleeves and back of the jersey so it fit
tight like Myles always had. I had the same number as he did (55) and I
wanted to put on a real show. Then I grabbed my helmet with it's face-mask
that Myles had given me. One of the really cool ones with the "U-bar" and
headed out of the locker room to the practice field out back where we would
warm up. I stretched in silence working out any kinks so I wouldn't pull
anything. Myles came over to see how I was cause he knew I'd been nervous
all week and he was always making sure I was alright. I told him I was fine
and he reminded me that there was "no pressure."

          I started to relax and just think about my job and went over my
responsibilities in my head before the game. The Cavaliers (Midland) were
warming up opposite us in the endzone making a LOT of noise yelling how
they were gonna kill us. Their coach was a jerk but Myles didn't seemed to
worried about it and when they started REALLY making noise and their coach
got in on it Myles actually started to laugh and I knew everything would be
okay. We huddled for a quick team prayer asking that all our players be
kept safe from harm and headed back into the locker-room. We were all
getting psyched as Myles talked to us about how great we were and started
filling us up with "bullshit" as my dad called it jokingly later that
night. When the game was starting because it was such a big game, they had
us come out of the tunnel the same as the college teams did. They called
out our names one at a time and we ran out onto the field in front of the
thousands of fans from our two towns. It was crazy! I had never seen
anything like it before and I was soo excited I nearly wet my pants!

          I remember the game in almost every detail but I won't get TOO
deeply into it. Let's just say that we played one of our best games all
season and put them down 67-17. It was a BIG win and by the end of the game
the crowd had nearly doubled in size when people around town heard we were
winning! I scored like four touchdowns I think. At the end of the game it
was party time and the stadium speakers pumped out songs while the people
danced in the stands and rubbed it in Midland's faces. We were in the
locker-room spraying coke, root beer, 7up, and every other kind of soda the
coaches had brought and soon everybody was TOTALLY soaked! My dad had been
outside talking to news people and stuff (I TOLD you football is BIG in our
town!) and when he came in the locker-room he said we could skip the
game-film session tonight. Well we were all pretty darn happy since we
didn't want to sit watching our film hearing about the mistakes we had made
just yet.

          Well now was one stuff started getting...... well getting COOL!
Myles was sitting over on the bench that had all our junk for the coaches
on it (like water-bottles, marker-boards, and coolers, and all that kinda
stuff) and I walked over and asked him to undo the straps to my
shoulderpads (like I couldn't do it myself!) and he said sure. I had taken
off my undershirt during halftime cause I was getting too hot and then he
was like "Mark baby Oh I wanna fuck you!"

          Okay so that didn't REALLY happen, but it got your attention
didn't it? Yeah so he reached under my jersey to undo the straps and
brushed against my bare stomach and then he started rubbing it so
gently. YES it WAS an instant turn on! Then he realized what he was doing
and apologized and I was like "It's okay, I liked it!" or somethin like
that. He smiled and undid my straps and helped me pull the shoulderpads off
and when he saw my top half with no clothes, covered in sweat he let out a
little gasp (well ALMOST a gasp). I couldn't BELIEVE it! Could he really be
turned on?

          I could see somethin in his eyes I had never seen before and
decided I'd take the risk. I leaned in to his ear and whispered as sexy as
I possibly could "if you like what you see, we can try some stuff tonight."
His mouth dropped open a bit and I KNEW that I had him. Maybe not knew for
sure but I could feel it! He said we should talk about something else and
changed the subject but I could tell he was thinking about something OTHER
than football hehe. I hoped he would take me home tonight and have sex with
me. I had wanted it for so long and now it might actually happen, and if it
did he might love me as much as I loved him.

          Eventually it was time to leave the stadium after practically an
hour of noise-making and talking to people who I didn't care about. I just
wanted to go home and give Myles my little-boy-butt. We went outside and I
kissed my parents good-bye putting on the "I'll miss you face" and
pouting. I would miss them in a way but I was hoping I'd be too busy with
OTHER things to be sad. Then I grabbed Myles by the arm and pulled him over
to his truck and we loaded it up. When he jumped into the drivers seat next
to me I looked over smiling my wickedest grin and said that it would be a
fun weekend. He didn't say anything back but raised his one eyebrow and I
just giggled. Then he put the truck in gear and we left for his place.

          The whole way back to his house I sat turned in my seat looking
at him. Seeing his strong built body was a major turn on and he was wearing
a sleeveless shirt so I could see the muscles in his arms rippling as he
drove. His face relaxed but showing concentration. Those big brown eyes
looking out at the road. His big chest pushed out in front of him. He was
amazing. Even looking down at his legs to his knee with it's scar from his
operation seemed to fit in there. It wasn't all that big, only about half
an inch long give or take. It was on the outside near the back but it
seemed to belong there the same as a belly button, and without it, it
wouldn't be his knee! His powerful calves flexed as he pressed the gas and
break pedals. He was getting me hot and wasn't even doing anything. He
smiled and looked over at me once then saw me staring at him and turned
back to the road. I could see the muscles in his forearms flex as he
squeezed the steering wheel harder. "I Gotcha now!" I thought to myself and
I turned to look out the window.

          When we FINALLY got to his house he walked up the driveway
towards the front step so I ran and caught up and grabbed his hand. I had
never held it before and it seemed so right held in his big palm. As he
closed the door behind us I couldn't take it anymore and I just HAD to tell
him how I felt! "I love you Myles." I said "I've liked you since the first
time I saw you playing football five years ago, but now I love you."

          He had been walking towards the kitchen and stopped full and
turned to look at me. "Five years ago?" He asked.

          "My brother and I used to go to all your games. He had a big
crush on you." I said happily since he didn't seem repulsed by me telling
him that I loved him.

          "You used to come to my games five years ago? I must have been in
highschool then" He said still not quite getting it. I didn't know why.

          "Yeah you were a junior, and Josh was a freshman. We went to all
of your games. We even hung out with you a few times! That's how I decided
I wanted to play football." I was hoping he would just say okay or
something but he all of a sudden got this weird look then started crying!
Now usually if guy as big as Myles was crying in front of me I would be
killing myself laughing, but I thought something was wrong. Maybe he didn't
like me like that and wouldn't want to be with me anymore!

          He turned around and walked into the living room and sat on the
couch. I followed him with my shoulders slouched expecting the worst, that
he didn't want to talk to me anymore. I was on the verge of crying myself
when I asked him what was wrong.

          "I never knew Mark!" He said with tears in his eyes. "Josh
Davis.. little Mark.. I never made the connection! Why didn't you tell me
it was you? I never knew Josh was dead." He wasn't crying as much now, just
upset and looking at me with his head tilted on the side.

          By now I was upset cause seeing Myles cry can always get me
started too and up till now I had never seen it before. I sorta leaned
forward and rested my knee between his legs on the couch and hugged him. I
was crying now too and said "I wanted you and I was afraid that if you knew
I was little Mark, you'd stay away and not want to get too close to 'the
dead kid's brother'. Then when you talked to me like you used to I figured
you probably knew it was me."

          After Joshua had died a lot of his friends that I had talked to
all the time didn't want to talk to me anymore cause I was the 'dead kid's
brother' and I couldn't take losing Myles like that and I was afraid I
would when he said "I'm so sorry Mark. I should have been there for you
when Josh died." He was rubbing my back really gently and it felt REALLY
good!

"It's okay," I said trying to stop crying. "You're here now, just don't
leave me, I love you!"

Then he said those words that I will NEVER forget. "I love you too little
Mark, and I'm staying right here."

I pulled back to see his face afraid maybe it was a joke but he looked deep
into my eyes and I KNEW he loved me too. I couldn't help myself and I
leaned forward and kissed him. I was afraid I would ruin everything at
first but once I saw he didn't push me away I tried to get my tongue in his
mouth. After a few seconds he started to kiss me back and all I could think
was "I'm really kissing him and he's kissing ME!" I was holding him so
tight and rubbing his shoulders. His big hands rubbed my back and I started
to moan and my cock got harder than it had ever been before. I felt the big
muscles him his shoulders, his neck, the curly hair on his head.

Once I felt Myles' hard cock pressing into my groin I started rubbing
myself down onto his. I was SUPER horny by now and stopped kissing him to
unbutton his shirt. He asked me if I was sure that I wanted to do it but I
didn't want to talk. I had waited for this for soo long, and now that I had
Myles here with me I never wanted it to end and I figured he couldn't tell
me to stop with my tongue down his throat! Once I had his shirt off he was
rubbing his hands on my skin under mine making me break out in goose
bumps. I stopped kissing him this time to put my arms up hoping he would
take my shirt off and he did.

By now I figured I could relax a bit and stop worrying and after another
minute or two of kissing feeling my naked chest against his massive pecks I
reached down to undo his belt and pants. He started undoing mine seconds
after I started undoing his and now I realized that my dreams WERE coming
true and that he WAS mine. All mine, and tonight I would earn his love!
Once we were both in our underwear we looked at each other and got up and
headed for Myles' room. Once we got there he picked me up and semi tossed
me onto his bed. He was being playful and seemed to want me now as much as
I wanted him and I couldn't stop smiling as he slid his boxers to the floor
and his big piece of man meat fell out. I slid my briefs down as
seductively as I could, raising my knees to my chest as I slid them off of
my feet. Myles stood there with his mouth part way open and just said "wow"
which made me giggle. I guess he liked what he saw and I KNEW I liked what
I saw!

He was almost as hairless as me. In fact the only noticeable pubic hair
that he had was under his arms, a dark V above his rock-hard cock. There
WAS a fine dusting on his arms and legs but unless you looked for it you
couldn't see it and his tan-line where his shorts began was not all that
noticeable. Myles' dad was part black so he's always been a bit darker than
"white people." Also knowing that he could have nearly any girl in all East
Valley but he wanted me, was starting to sink in now and I grabbed his arm
pulling him onto the bed deciding I wanted to make him feel as good as I
was feeling. I wanted to totally convince him that I loved him and I wanted
him to fuck me. Yes that's right, I was only thirteen but I knew EXACTLY
where I wanted his big piece of meat!


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Part 1-ii    (finishing off part 1)

          I just couldn't believe this was really happening! My dream come
true? Oh yes! HIs handsome face with those big brown eyes full of love like
a puppy dog. His neck was built.. not one of those yucky gross necks that
are bulging, but it was just the right size. Myles' shoulders were ribbed
with muscle that ran down into his arms and big chest. His six-pack and
chest were bare of any hair except a thin adorable line that ran from his
belly button to the bush over his cock.. and what a cock! It was big, cut,
and thick and I had seen enough. I sat up and pulled him onto the bed with
me. My heart was pounding and I was so excited. All I could think was "it's
Myles! I'm with Myles! He's naked on a bed with ME!!"

          I got him to lie on his back and I laid on top of him and slid
myself down so that my cock was next to his. I felt so tiny laying on top
of Myles and feeling the difference in size of our cocks as they rested
side by side. I started grinding into him. I was kissing all over his neck
and his chest and he loved it! I licked his nipples and he massaged my
ass. It felt so good and I was totally in heaven. We both started to sweat
a LOT and we were soaked. I was so hot and didn't just go over the edge, I
flew over it! I through my head back and started cumming in between us. I
tossed my head back and whimpered. It was so awesome being with him. Myles
started shooting like a second after I did and when I was finished I slid
myself up to kiss him. He still wasn't finished and I felt him shoot two
more times onto my nuts. We kissed each other for a few mote minutes but I
wanted to feel his big cock in my mouth. I pulled back and told him I had
somethin else I wanted to do.

          I spun around and started licking that big cock. I wanted to take
it slow but I was so excited that I plunged half of it into my mouth and
started wriling my tongue around it. ""Ohhhhh MARK! Where did you learn to
do that like that?" Myles asked panting.

          I giggled while still sucking his cock and pulled off long enough
to mumble something about the stories on the internet. I had him pretty
worked up and I was pretty darn impressed with myself too! Myles grabbed my
rear end and pulled it towards him but I was too short for us to 69
properly. The next thing I knew he was kissing my butt cheeks. I felt him
spread them apart and I figured I'd have to beg him to do what he did next
by himself. He was licking all over and around my hole and my excitement
grew even more! I didn't think it was possible to be that excited. I
started pressing myself back hoping he'd tongue fuck me and he did! I
couldn't believe it and I forgot all about his cock and sat up straddling
his face wiggling with delight as he drove his tongue in and out of my
hole. I couldn't take it anymore! I wanted his cock in me and NOW!
"Uhnnn.... Ohhh.. Myles FUCK me!!" I yelled as I rocked and humped on his
face.

          Myles left me up off of him and rested me on the edge of the bed
with my legs hanging down. I reached back and spread my cheeks open and
arched my back so that my ass was pointed up. Myles put some KY onto his
cock then put the tip against my opening. I had to concentrate to relax
since I was so excited. He rubbed the head around on my hole which drove me
nuts! "Do it Myles!! Fuck me! I've waited for this for soo long and I need
you in me NOW!!" I half moaned / half yelled. He put a little pressure on
my hole and his head eased inside. Any pain I might have felt was easily
covered up by my excitement and love for Myles. He was being so gentle and
going slow but I was afraid he might change his mind and stop. "Push it in
Myles! Do it.. fuck me!" I said. I wanted to see his face so I rolled over
carefully keeping him inside me. I pulled my knees up to my chest and held
them there and looked into his puppy dog eyes. His face showed love and
desire. He really did WANT me and I wanted him too. I couldn't wait for him
to take it slowly anymore and I let my legs go and wrapped them around his
back and pulled him forward into me. Once he was all the way in me I
grabbed his arm and pulled him down to kiss him and wrapped my arms and
legs behind him. It felt so good when he finally started thrusting in and
out of me! My ass felt so full and each time his cock hit a certain spot it
felt like electricity was shootinf through me. He was still being really
gentle but I wanted more than that.. I had fantasized about this moment for
a long time and I felt an animal kind of passion. I wanted to feel him
slamming me and said "You can fuck me harder than THAT Myles! Pound me!!" I
started jerking off as he spead up. I could really feel his hips hitting my
cheeks but I still wanted more. I wanted all of him deep inside me. In the
position we were in he was wasting a whole inch of his dick outside me!
"Ohh fuck me harder PLEASE!" I begged and Myles turned me on my side and
lifted my top leg and held it to his chest and started hammering into
me. It felt too good to describe seeing the pleasure in his face and
knowing I was giving him that pleasure and he was giving me mine. I
couldn't help but gasp and moan as waves of pure joy and ecstacy swept over
me. After only a couple of minutes of this I exploded into an orgasm that
made everyone I had ever had before look useless! I grabbed the bed sheets
in my hands and squirmed as I came down from my orgasm feeling Myles
shooting his load into me. The feeling of his hot cum filling me up was
unlike anything I had ever felt and as Myles rolled onto his back pulling
me on top of him the most peaceful feeling of joy and bliss entered me. His
cock was softening and was still inside me. It kept twitching and felt so
good but Myles pulled out. Our cum from our orgasms earlier was in between
us and our sweat-slicked skin felt so good against each other. We kissed
each other for awhile but I was really sleepy now, and the feeling of
safety being in Myles arms soon had me drifting off to dream-land.


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Well that's the end of "Through Mark's Eyes"
part 1. I know I didn't get to the "juiciest part" but I'll save that for
part 2, so just think you might get TWO juicy parts in part 2! :) There was
more of the real Mark in this than there was of the real Myles n the other
version cause I talked to him about it a bit more and since we are the same
age and have experienced some of the same things I knew more how he felt or
might have felt than I did about Myles (although from what everyone's told
me, I pulled off the part of a 21 year old very well! :)

Hope you enjoyed it and feel free to send comments to me at
eric_case@hotmail.com. I do read all of my mail and I usually reply the
same day unless I'm REALLY busy with school or writing one of these stories
or helping someone write an essay for school (AJ!)

Thanks for reading y'all

Eric

P.S no Mark is not me, he lives in a totally different country to me! :)