Date: Thu, 09 Oct 2003 17:13:07 -0400
From: john smith <danrafe3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dave gets Marked

Dave Hansen sighed as he leaned back in his swivel chair.  Not much had
been going right for the handsome 45 year old lately.  Just the fact that
he was 45 and still at this lousy job was one thing, but that he had to
train up a new guy to be ready to take his place was even worse.  And the
new guy was just a kid, only 18 (as Dave found out when he read his new
workmate's personnel file.  It was against the rules to do so, but being
the system administrator for the whole company had its perks).

Dave shoved the latest rejection letter off his keyboard and entered his
password.  The publishing house was getting nastier every time he submitted
a work, and they had very politely told him to go fuck himself, preferably
with the piece of shit manuscript that represented over two years of loving
toil.  Bastards.

The door to his little office slammed open and jarred against the wall.  In
strode a painfully young man dressed in tight faded jeans, an untucked
dress shirt with ridiculously wide lapels, and very shiny brown leather
shoes.  His hair was spiked and colored a very bright blue.  Dave just
stared as this apparition threw a messenger bag on the spare desk and
walked over to stand in his personal space.  The boy leaned down, hand
outstretched.

"Hi, I'm Mark," he said, staring Dave straight in the eye.  Dave gripped
the slender hand and squeezed, his irritation suddenly boiling over.
"Dave."

Mark pulled his hand back and gave it a shake, still looking down at Dave.
"That's quite a grip you have there, Dave.  You're so strong." Just the
slightest hint of a lisp colored Mark's voice, confirming to his mind
Dave's first impression of the too-neat young man.

"What say we get down to business, eh Dave?" The boy lingered just a little
too long on Dave's name, his tongue almost caressing the single syllable.
The older man grimaced, disgust clear in his eyes, and Mark just laughed.

As the day wore on Dave found that he had less and less to teach his new
partner.  The boy was obviously bright and very skilled with computers, and
he grasped he basics of their system with ease.  This allowed Dave to
concentrate on his own work more, and soon he was able to ignore the
newcomer completely.  The day passed and ended, and Dave grunted out a
polite goodbye.  Mark waved his long fingers and drawled out "Ta ta then."

The weeks passed slowly, and Dave and Mark settled in to a routine.  They
got on well enough professionally, but it was clear to both that they would
not end up hanging out over a few beers any time soon.

Nevertheless, there was something about Mark that Dave couldn't help but
envy.  Even as Dave's life continued in the dark rut that had gripped it
for almost a year, Mark seemed to blossom and fully enjoy his work and
himself.  Rejection letters rolled in steadily, and Dave's gloom was
deepened by his failure in the dating scene.  At 6'1 and a very well built
185 Dave was in no means ugly.  Instead, his tight body, sandy hair and
strong features drew more than his share of admiring looks from the ladies
in bars.  He just couldn't seem to make it work though, stumbling and
losing time and again.

Mark's animated stories of his youthful adventures with friends and
conquests were funny and strangely attractive.  Dave found himself longing
to take part, and started to feel a definite warmth toward his young
partner.  He caught himself gazing at Mark's smooth features more than
once, his eyes lingering on the smooth cheeks and plump lips.  Each time he
would shake his head and try and concentrate on his work, but his gaze
always crawled back.

One day, as Dave and Mark stood talking about a particularly difficult
problem with the servers, Dave found himself trapped by Mark's clear blue
eyes.  Try as he may he could break his gaze, and as if sensing it Mark's
speech about bandwidth trailed away.  The two men stood there, silent,
gazing into each other unblinking.

Finally Mark broke the spell.  He lifted his hand and touched Dave's
shoulder.  Dave felt the heat of his flesh through his dress shirt and
shivered.  Mark's other hand rested on his other shoulder, and the boy
gently drew the older man toward him.  Dave couldn't resist, mind blank,
eyes still lost in the blue depths of Mark's gaze.  Their faces were inches
away.  Mark's warm breathe tickled Dave's chin as the boy tilted his head.
Their lips touched, and Dave returned the kiss.

For endless minutes the two men stood there, tongues dancing.  Mark moved
his hands down to Dave's waist, feeling the strong muscles tense under his
touch.  Dave's hands drifted up to seize Mark's head in a gentle grip.
Finally they came up for air.

Mark pushed Dave back a little, peering into his face.  The older man's
cheeks were flushed, his eyes wild.  The boy licked his ruby lips, watching
Dave's eyes devour them.  He gave Dave what he desired, letting him suck
his tongue deep into his mouth.  He started to feel his way up Dave's body
as they kissed, touching and caressing the hard muscles and swelled pecs on
the older man's perfect torso.  His fingers found the seam of Dave's shirt
and wiggled inside, groping for the hot flesh still barred by his
undershirt.

Dave sent his tongue on the offensive, feeling out every corner of Mark'
soft and delicious mouth.  He released the boy's head and scrabbled at his
tie, yanking it loose and then over his head.  He fumbled with his shirt
buttons, Mark's fingers leaving trails of fire as they sought his chest.
Dave ripped down his shirtfront, buttons popping.  Mark's hand dove
underneath the man's t-shirt, caressing the warm bare skin at last.

Dave grasped the boy's collar and pulled, tearing the thin cloth of his
dress shirt easily down the front.  His hands went straight to Mark's
chest, greedily exploring the bare skin.  He found the boy's nipple and
gently squeezed them, teasing the hard little nubs.  He felt Mark's groan
tremble through his tongue.

Mark pushed Dave back again and let the shreds of his dress shirt slip to
the floor.  Dave's face was flushed an even darker red now as his blood got
up.  Mark quickly stripped the man of his shirt and pulled the thin cotton
undershirt off, baring a wide expanse of smooth, rippling muscle and a pair
of beautiful brown nipples.  Mark immediately leaned in and started
suckling one of those plump nips.  Dave grasped his hands around the back
of the boy's head, pulling those soft lips tighter against his swollen
nipple.

While he nursed, happier than any baby ever born, Mark gently explored
Dave's groin.  One hand went back to knead the firm cheeks that filled
Dave's pants so nicely, and the other tickled its way down the semi-hard
shaft tenting the front.  Mark made a V sign with two fingers, resting the
tips on either side of that plump and thickening tube.  Slowly he drew his
hand down, just brushing the sides, feeling the fat snake twitch.  When he
reached the tip he could feel that the head of Dave's cock was fat and
wide, the soft helmet spongy through the cloth.  He released Dave's ass
cheek and used both hands to unzip the thin khakis that hid this delightful
rod.

Mark gave Dave's nipple one last nuzzle and looked down at the prize he was
unwrapping.  The thick shaft projected out, covered now by Dave's white
boxers as Mark peeled the pants aside.  The boy gently eased Dave back
against his desk, just perching his meaty man ass on the edge.  Then he
knelt and took hold of Dave's cock.

Mark parted the slit in Dave's boxers and a fat red cock head came bursting
through.  The boy immediately engulfed it with his soft lips.  Up above,
Dave gasped as intense pleasure burned through his cock head.  He leaned
back on the desk, arms braced and his face going through an extraordinary
series of contortions as Mark's lips circled his manhood.  The boy's tongue
was probing all over the end of his sensitive organ, exploring the ridges
and valleys and soft broad plains of the head, the very tip even gently
entering the huge piss slit.  Mark's slim hand wrapped around the fat shaft
as he worked just the head.  His other hand cupped Dave's huge, furry
balls, rolling them in their loose, wrinkly sack.

Dave's hands clenched on the edge of the desk, his knuckles painfully
white.
  He hadn't had a blowjob for over a year, and Mark's tongue was doing
things that no woman could ever match.  His hips thrust forward a little,
the boiling in his balls building to its inescapable crescendo.

Dave's piss slit gaped open against Mark's tongue.  He felt the urgent
little jabs against the back of his mouth and opened wide.  Avalanches of
steaming hot cum boiled out of Dave's dick to blast into the waiting mouth.
Mark tilted his head and aimed the jetting weapon, intent on catching every
squirt and drop.  His mouth was fully flooded with thick cream before the
flow trickled off.  Mark knelt there, in between Dave's legs, watching his
face as he came down from his orgasmic high.  Finally the man's deep brown
eyes opened and looked down at his office friend.  Mark yawned his mouth
slowly, giving the man a good look at the ocean of spooge resting on the
teen's tongue.  Then he swallowed.

Mark stood up, the hard rod of his cock pulling painfully at his pants.  He
leaned over and gave Dave a quick kiss.  "Why don't you come by my place
tonight?  We can finish this then." The young man jotted his address on
Dave's desk, put on his coat and left.  Dave watched him go.

*****

Dave sat in his car, looking up through the rain streaked windshield at the
brightly lit windows.  Up there, he knew, Mark was waiting for him.
Probably ready and eager for him to arrive.  And Dave knew that he too was
eager, since Little Dave told him so.  Still he hesitated, the wipers
working their hypnotic magic.

It wasn't that Dave was remorseful about what he'd done.  No, his quick
office blowjob from Mark had probably been the hottest single orgasm of his
life.  It was just, well...  he'd never seen himself as gay.  His recent
dry streak with the ladies was unusual.  Normally not a week went by
without a good long fuck by some semi-anonymous chick from a bar.  That was
the way he enjoyed it: find some chick, pick her up, throw her on the bed
and have his way.  Back in the office he didn't think there was a single
moment when he was in control.  And it felt good.

Shaking his head and turning the keys, he made up is mind.  He stepped out
into the rain.

*****

Mark opened the door and waved his soaking wet guest inside.  Dave could
barely see where he was going, as his eyes were locked firmly on Mark's
body.  The boy had opened the door wearing only a short silk kimono
embroidered with yellow dragons.  The dark blue silk was open at the chest
and stopped at mid-thigh, leaving a great deal of the young man plain to
see.  And, Mark noticed, Dave was plainly glad to see him, as the already
respectable cock stand he was sporting could attest.

Mark shut the door and slipped past Dave into the living room.  It was
small and brightly lit, with a couch dominating most of the room.  Dave
stood still as Mark slipped his coat off, hanging it neatly on a chair.
Then the boy turned and slowly moved his hands down Dave's damp chest,
undoing each button, and continuing on to Dave's pants.  Once he had the
zipper down Mark knelt and untied each of Dave's shoes, slipping them off.
He gave each pant leg a gentle tug, the material cascading down.  He stood
and slowly pushed the older man's shirt off his broad shoulders, smiling
into his eyes.
  Dave hadn't bothered with an undershirt.

Gazing deeply into Dave's dark eyes, Mark slid his hands down his wide,
smooth back.  His fingers slid under Dave's boxers, sensitive fingertips
caressing the soft skin covering those perfect pale globes.  Dave's boxers
fell, freeing his rising dick to jut proudly before him.

Mark took his hand and led the rapt man forward a step, out of his clothes.
Then the boy slowly pulled the belt of his kimono, letting the silk fall
away from the hairless flesh beneath.  It whispered down to the floor.

Both men stood naked, inches apart, toes almost touching.  Dave's gaze
moved freely down Mark's young body, drinking in every inch of creamy,
freckled skin.  When he arrived at the boy's groin he gave a little gasp:
he hadn't seen the boy's dick, and it was huge.  At least two inches longer
than his own six inches, and probably twice as thick.  The monster hung in
the air between them, swollen with promise.

"Come in here," Mark whispered, taking Dave's hand.  He led the man into
his bedroom, Dave's eyes never leaving the pale mounds of his teen-tight
ass.  Mark's bedroom was decorated with posters and pictures, most
pornographic and all featuring beautiful women.  Mark led the man up to his
queen size bed and pushed him backward.  "Sit."

Dave plopped heavily down on the soft blanket, his face now level with
Mark's gorgeous dick.  It hung fat and heavy over a pair of surprisingly
small balls, lightly furred in their taut sack.  Dave lifted a hand to
seize the tantalizing joystick, but Mark against pushed him back.  "Lie
down."

Dave reluctantly lay back, his ass perched on the edge and his socked feet
on the floor.  Mark knelt between them, his hands caressing the thick
muscular legs, tickling the dark hairs.  His hands made their way up and
inward, to Dave's meaty thighs.  There was just a hint of pressure.
"Spread your legs." Dave did, opening them wide.

Mark leaned forward, his face disappearing down out of Dave's sight.  The
man felt a hot breath on his balls, and then a soft, moist tongue licked up
from the very root, where the sack faded into the cleft between his legs,
over the fuzzy mound and to the base of his dick.  Dave's entire body
quivered at that touch.

"Pull your legs up." Dave did, pulling his knee toward his chest, his feet
in the air.  The move rocked his ass up slightly, and Mark's tongue darted
in to the man's ass.

Dave groaned, twisting his torso a little as Mark worked his tongue against
his tight ass.  If Dave had never thought of himself as gay, he had really
never given a thought to his ass.  Now, as Mark's hot mouth muscle long
licked across his hole he squirmed and gasped, almost wanting to clench his
legs together to trap the boy there forever.  Mark continued to lave at the
older man's bumpy flower, his nose rubbing against the soft sack that
cradled Dave's most precious jewels.  He could feel Dave's bud relax,
loosening, accepting and delighting in the gentle tongue bath.  The whole
area, the entire fragrant valley bordered by Dave's firm yet satiny soft
cheeks was now drenched in spit.  His tongue slid through its entire
length, back to balls, with ease.

Mark's tongue tip now focused on the very center of the hidden treasure.
Dave felt it there, probing, wriggling, pushing at the heart of his ass.
He craned his head, looking down his rippled stomach, able to see only part
of Mark's forehead beyond his rampant prick.  Dave gave in to the waves of
pleasure centered between his cheeks and relaxed, one hand gripping his
dick tight.

Mark tasted the first half inch of Dave's butt.  The thick, musky taste
brought spurts of spit flooding into his mouth, and he used it to wet the
tight channel before him.  Slowly his tongue worked deeper into the man's
ass, past the strong muscle ring guarding the entrance.  Deeper it slid,
pushing softly but firmly, gently prying Dave's pristine pucker apart.
Soon he had as much of his tongue inside the man as he could get.  He
pulled back.

Dave tried to grip the warm invader with his sphincter, tried to keep that
strange visitor there.  Mark felt it, his smile hidden below Dave's ass.
The teen stood, looking down at the panting man laying back on his bed.  He
smiled at him, meeting Dave's eyes, then moved over to open his dresser
drawer.  He pulled out a bottle of lube, moving slow so the man could see.
He hesitated over his box of condoms, then pushed the drawer shut.  He
walked back to stand over Dave, in between his legs, now fallen back down
on the floor.

Dave looked up at the beautiful young man above him.  The boy was so smooth
and perfect, almost feminine.  His pale skin was unmarked by any blemish or
any hair.  His slight muscles made gentle curves that Dave longed to
explore.  But his purpose, his desire in standing over the supine Dave
holding a bottle of lube was clear.  And Dave wasn't sure.  He stared up
into Mark's blue eyes.

"Pull your legs up, Dave." Mark's voice was gentle, not commanding.  Dave's
leg muscles twitched, but lay still.  "Pull then up, Dave.  Open yourself
for me." Face red, heart pounding within him, Dave did.

Mark knelt again, his cock head swaying a few inches from Dave's
spit-shined hole.  He flipped open the lube and greased his pole, pouring
it on.  Then, dropping the bottle, he gripped his shaft three inches behind
the fat red head.  He leaned his hips in, just lightly brushing the soft
tip across Dave's bud.  The man jerked, his feet waving in Mark's face, but
didn't speak.  The boy gently worked his cock head in a circle around the
still tight pucker, smearing lube and clear prick juice.  Every few passes
he nudged at the center, slowly increasing his pressure.  Dave's hole
remembered its strange friend, started to loosen, more eager than the brain
lying consumed with doubt a few feet away.

Now the broad shoulders of Mark's dickhead were inside that scalding hole.
He kept circling, feeling the tense muscles start to welcome it.  Dave's
dick was half hard, pulsing with pleasure but confused still.  The man's
eyes were closed, his face blank as he felt his anal virginity slip away.

Mark had his entire cock head inside, and he let it rest, reveling in the
grip of this stud's ass.  He could feel the frantic beating of Dave's heart
through the blood vessels lining the man's sphincter.  Mark started to
slide forward.

Dave could only groan as the steel hard shaft slid home.  He was helpless,
caught, pinned by the burning rod that pierced his bowels.  There was no
pain, as he thought there should be.  His ass expanded easily, swallowing
the boy's dick like it was made for the job.  Dave could feel, deep inside
him, the bulge of Mark's cock head, followed by the smooth bulk of his
shaft.  The man's legs were drooping as he concentrated on the sensation
filling his ass, and he jerked them up against his chest, opening the way
for Mark's advance.

After twenty minutes of tongue play and ten of working at Dave's tender
flower, Mark finally slid home.  The whole of his eight inch dick was
buried in Dave's tight ass.  The teen sighed happily, letting his cock sit
where it was, enjoying the grip of Dave's silky bowels.  He looked down at
the older man's face, seeing that his eyes were still tightly shut.  The
teen placed his palm on Dave's taut belly, spreading his fingers, carefully
avoiding the semi hard dick.  "Dave." The man looked up, face blank.  "I'm
inside you now.  My cock is inside your ass, and you took it."

Dave heard these words, and for a second a frown creased his handsome,
rugged face.  He was a grown man, strong and proud, whose life had featured
countless fucked chicks.  And he was laying back, legs up, with a boy's
dick all the way inside his ass.  He couldn't meet Mark's eyes, staring
down at him, and he turned his head.  His gaze rested on a wide mirror on
the wall, set beside the bed.  In it he could see himself, legs spread.  He
stared at his ass, being driven down into the mattress by Mark's weight.
He was a fag.  A pussy.  A hole for this young man to fuck.

Mark watched this deliberation, then slowly pulled his dick back out.  Now
Dave's legs did drop, his heels hooking behind the teen's hips, trying to
pull him back in.  The man's face showed only confusion, as his body spoke
for him.  Mark pulled away.  "Back up onto the bed."

Mark climbed up to kneel alongside the fully supine man, his stiff dick
gleaming in the light.  "Roll yourself up for me." Mark's hand guided him
as Dave extended his legs in the air and turned his ass upward.  Mark
crouched between them, aiming his dick and leaning forward.  He entered
smoothly, filling the stud's chute again.  Mark braced his hands on the
mattress, about halfway down Dave's torso.  The man's knees were hooked on
the boy's forearms, keeping him in the best position.  Mark leaned over the
pinned man, his chest looming above him as Dave stared up.

Mark set an easy pace, exploring every inch of the buttery soft tunnel
leading up into Dave's belly.  He could feel the stud's prostate, rubbing
the top of his shaft, and he leaned down to force his dick more firmly
against that tender man clit.  Dave's head was bouncing against the
mattress as the boy's cock showed him just how amazing a man's body could
be.  Still pumping Mark leaned down to lay his smooth chest against Dave's,
the man's fat cock trapped and rubbing between their bellies.  He craned
his neck and kissed the older man, his tongue making the domination of this
stud complete.

All thoughts had left Dave's mind, leaving only the intense, burning
pleasure of Mark's young dick.  His own swollen member was being milked
heavily, trapped between two sets of rippled abs, and he knew he would cum
soon.  His feet waved in the air, shaking with Mark's strong thrusts.  The
cum ached in his heavy balls, begging for release, and the slickness of his
dripping cock head rubbing on Mark's belly gave it.  Molten cum flooded
out, puddling between the two men.  Mark slowed, the thin greasiness of
Dave's jizz covering his abs.  The twitching of the stud's ass as he
drained his nut almost brought him to the edge, but he fought it off,
trembling.

After a minute Mark drew out, lying next to the panting Dave.  Slowly the
man's legs uncurled, his ass sinking toward the sheets.  He looked over at
the teen, grinning tiredly as he surfed the wave of the hottest cum of his
life.

Mark waved his hand down at his still rigid prick, now pointing straight up
to the ceiling.  Dave frowned a little, spent.

"C'mon Dave.  Take a seat." Slowly the older man levered himself up,
crawling onto his knees.  He waddled around and straddled Mark's body, his
ass hovering over the boy's crotch, his knees on either side.  Mark held
his prick still as Dave lowered his tired ass down, the hungry flower
swallowing the thick rod easily.  Dave grunted as he bottomed out, seated
firmly on Mark's hard prick.

"Ride," Mark whispered, tucking his hands behind his head.  The young man
lay back totally at his ease as Dave bounced a little.  The stud soon got
the feel for it, the intensely pleasurable feelings sweeping through his
ass again as the boy's rod churned inside him.  Mark looked up at his face,
contorted in ecstasy as the man fucked himself.  Dave's cock waved above
him, unattended by either of them, drops of precum pouring down.

Again, Mark felt the warmth of Dave's ass milk him toward release.  This
time he accepted it, reveling in the grip of the man's tight muscle.  He
felt Dave freeze as his dick finally blew, emptying blasts of cream into
the man's gut.

Dave's mind filled with sudden horror as he felt the burning flood fill his
bowels.  Sucked, fucked, and now the boy's seed claimed him, marking his
ass in the most intimate way possible.  Dave's dick convulsed, cum blasting
onto the boy's face as his will gave in.

Mark lay there panting, the older man's fresh juice dripping down his face
as his heavy weight pressed onto Mark's groin.  The teen swabbed his skin
clean with a sheet and then gently pushed the man, toppling him on his
side.  Mark guided the silent Dave around so that they were laying
together, Mark's front pressed into Dave's sweaty back.  The boy reached
down and gently guided his half-hard prick into the loosened hole in front
of him, his contented sigh tickling the hairs on the back of Dave's neck.
Mark draped an arm over the man's bare chest, giving him one quick kiss on
the back of the head.  The two men fell asleep.