Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 14:03:30 +1100
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fair Day

FAIR DAY

BY IAIN - iainlthr@hotmail.com

It was a cold Sunday morning. The thought of getting out of bed did not
excite him at all, but he'd promised John that they would get together and
go down to check out the Leather Pride market day on Forbes Street. Ian
didn't quite get why his closest friend seemed so keen to wander around
looking at what he imagined would be just a bunch of stalls. He had never
really understood the leather scene, and had never set foot inside a
"leather bar". Oh, sure, he completely understood the sensuous feeling of
leather -- didn't he get a hard on every time he pulled his one and only pair
of skin tight leather jeans on? They looked so good, fit like a glove, and
smelled fantastic. He knew damned well that they showed off his package
better than anything else he owned; but surely all that other stuff was just
so much accoutrements -- and got in the way of a good old-fashioned fuck.

Dragging himself down to the kitchen, he turned the jug on for his normal
morning coffee, wiped the sleep from his eyes and surveyed the mess he
called home. Last night's trade had left around three. "Typical," he
thought; "can't seem to find anyone who wants to stay longer than a few
hours." Then again, he hadn't really found anyone whom he would want to have
hang around for too long, either. He and John had had a thing going once,
but they had realized a long while ago that they were much better as mates
than as lovers, and ever since they had shared everything but their beds
with each other.

The sound of the key turning in the lock startled him out of his private
thoughts. John let himself in and looked up.

"I thought I might find you still in bed...." He said, laughing, "... and it
doesn't look like I was too far wrong. Hurry up and get dressed or we'll
miss the whole thing"

Still grumpy, Ian downed his coffee. "I have to shower. Make yourself a cup,
and I'll be down in a second"

He jumped into the shower and washed away the sleep and the remnants of the
night before, then pulled on a clean white T, a denim vest to keep out the
chill, and then, struck by the thought that he should try to fit in, pulled
on his much-loved leather jeans. Adjusting himself in the mirror, Ian
guessed rightly that he looked good. The tight black hide accentuated his
cock and hugged his butt so close. Fighting off the  start of an erection he
pulled on a pair of R M Williams boots and wandered back down stairs.

John gave an appreciative whistle as he re-entered the kitchen. "looking
good for an old boy" he grinned, and Ian grinned back. They always joked
about together.

"Let's get going" Ian said. "If you're going to make me get out and about on
a Sunday, then don't just hang around drinking my coffee; move it!!!" He
ordered with a laugh.

The two friends wandered easily down to the station and hopped on a train,
chatting about nothing in particular and ignoring the looks, admiring or
otherwise, of the other passengers. It was only a few stops into Museum
Station where they sauntered out and wandered up Oxford Street towards the
Leather Pride street fair at Taylor Square. Ian noticed the looks of
admiration and lust he received from quite a few of the guys on the street.
He was quite pleased with himself. After all, he managed to work out three
or four times a week at the gym, and cycled whenever he could so that his 30
year old frame had kept its shape very well.

They swung around into Forbes Street, and John's eyes lit up. There were
people everywhere, and leather everywhere. "This is great!" He exclaimed to
Ian, who just smiled back at his friend. He had to admit it was a lot bigger
than he had expected, and already pretty crowded. The pair wandered along
the first row of stalls, looking at what seemed like an endless array of
goods. Everything from T-shirts and caps through pants, vests and chaps to
whips, dildos and restraints were out in the open and available for sale.
Ian was fascinated by some of the things on offer, many of them obviously
intended for use in ways he had never imagined.

Ian stopped at one stall where a selection of leather thongs had caught his
attention. He wondered just how comfortable they would be, guessing that
they would look bloody good when filled out by a powerful cock. John had
moved on ahead a bit, and as Ian stood there fingering the leather and
imagining running his fingers or even better his tongue over it stretched
across a hard dick, a voice behind the counter suddenly shocked him out of
his daydream.

"Wouldn't mind betting you'd look hot in that!"

Ian looked up red-faced at having been caught out. The owner of the voice
was a sight to see. About the same height as Ian, maybe a few years older
but stunningly handsome, he was fully geared up. A black cap covered his
dark hair, and he wore a shiny black leather vest over a harness that
encircled his upper body, with straps that disappeared front and back below
leather chaps over leather pants that left everything and nothing to the
imagination. Ian could clearly make out the shape of his long cock encased
in the black hide.

"I can do you a great deal for that thong" he said, then lowered his voice
and leaned closer ".... And an even better deal if you model it for me. I want
to know whether you look as good in that as you do in those jeans." He
winked knowingly. Ian flushed with a combination of embarrassment and
excitement. This guy looked so incredibly hot in his leather gear, and Ian
guessed he would look even hotter out of it, and here he was picking him up
in broad daylight.

Always subscribing to the theory that you should never let an opportunity
pass you by, Ian grinned back. "You're on. Where and when?"

"Meet me back here about 4:30, as I'm closing up the stall, okay?"

"It's a date" Ian grinned, and headed off to catch up with John, although
not without a few backward glances to enjoy the view of the hottest man he
had ever seen. And he was very reassured to notice that those glances were
returned the whole time.

Ian and John stayed for a while longer wandering around the stalls and
taking in the atmosphere. All of a sudden Ian found himself very interested
in all of the things on offer, but especially the harnesses and the many and
varied slings on display. He kept wondering just what it would be like to
lie back in one and have "Mr. Leather" (as he'd come to think of his
prospective date) slide into him and fuck him hard. The thought was quite a
turn on, and he had difficulty keeping his cock from getting erect all day.

At last, the pair drifted into one of the makeshift cafes and relaxed with
some coffee, comparing notes and discussing the pros and cons of leather in
general. John had never thought Ian was interested in it and yet today he
couldn't get enough info. Around 4.00, John stood up. "Let's get moving" he
said, "do you want to head home and grab a pizza and a movie?"

"No..." Ian stammered, "You get going, I might hang around a little longer."

John raised his eyebrows in surprise, realization suddenly dawning. "You
have a date! I wondered why you were so long at that one stall this morning!
Okay, be careful, and fill me in on all the details later, alright?"

As he watched his friend walk away, Ian wondered to himself just what this
evening was going to bring.

At a little after 4:30 he wandered back to the stall where Mr. Leather had
spoken to him this morning. There was now nothing more than the frame, as
all the merchandise had been packed away. He couldn't see anyone around, but
as he was about to go his dream man, still dressed in that incredible look,
swung around from behind a van parked not far from the stall. He looked
really pleased to see Ian standing there. "I hoped you'd keep your word," he
said, and Ian's cock stirred yet again in his jeans at the implied
invitation in the voice. "Can I give you a lift home?" He gestured toward
the van, and Ian nodded.

On the drive home Ian learned that Mark (Mr. Leather's real name) owned a
small leatherwear shop in Newtown, and made a lot of the stuff himself in a
workshop at the back of his house. They chatted easily and Ian marveled at
how quickly they had been able to settle into conversation, as if they had
known each other for years. He felt both very comfortable and very attracted
to Mark, and often let his eyes wander all over the magnificent body sitting
next to him.

When they got to the house, Mark parked the van in his garage, and led Ian
into the house, offering him a drink. Ian accepted and they sat on a leather
lounge. As he sat, Ian's pants squeaked against the soft leather of the
lounge. "Don't you love that sound" exclaimed Mark, and Ian grinned. Taking
his cue from the easy silence that followed, Mark slid his hand onto Ian's
leg, caressing the dark leather and massaging Ian's thigh. Ian immediately
started getting hard, and turned to face his dream man, slipping his hand
under the vest to trace the lines of the harness straps across Mark's chest
towards his nipple. The two men looked into each other's eyes, and their
mouths met in a long deep passionate kiss as their hands continued exploring
each other's bodies.

Breaking the embrace, Mark looked directly into Ian's eyes. "What about that
thong? You were going to model it for me remember?" Ian grinned from ear to
ear. "I sure was.... Although right now I don't know how I'm going to get it
on..." as he looked down at his already hard cock, showing quite plainly
through his leather jeans.

Mark stood up, and the outline of his erection jutted toward Ian. "Well,
you'll just have to try" he said, with an edge of authority in his voice
that Ian found incredibly sexy. Mark lifted Ian to his feet and then led him
into a bedroom, and handed him a neatly wrapped package. "Here you are," he
said. "I'll leave you to get it on for me while I get myself comfortable.
When you're ready, come on back out into the lounge room, but not until I
call out that I'm ready."

As Mark disappeared, Ian watched his buns moving inside the leather pants
and admired the way his chaps encased his powerful legs. He wondered what
Mark meant by the comment about being ready, but did not feel at all
concerned. Once he was out of the room, Ian slipped out of his clothes and
unwrapped the package. Sure enough, the slinky soft black leather thong he
had admired at the stall was inside. He slipped it on slowly, savouring the
feel against his cock and balls, and trying his best to adjust it to best
effect in the wardrobe mirror. His erection had subsided, although not
completely, so he was grateful for the delay -- he wanted to make sure he
looked his absolute best when he fronted the gorgeous man in the other room.

After about 10 minutes, Mark finally called out to him. "Ready when you are,
boy!" What a strange thing to say, thought Ian, and yet he liked the
authority it conveyed. Giving himself one last look in the mirror, he slowly
opened the bedroom door and strutted into the lounge.

"Oh yeah, looking fucking good, boy" Mark said, almost growling, as he
watched Ian walk toward him, naked except for the slinky black leather
thong. Ian's semi-hard cock lay sideways, encased in the leather. His balls
were wrapped in black and filled the thong beautifully, and the shiny black
leather showed off his cock incredibly well. "Shit, I knew when I saw you
this morning that you would look bloody hot in that thong" he said.

That was nothing to what Ian was thinking. While Ian had stripped and
adjusted the gift, Mark had shed the vest, and replaced his leather pants
with another thong under his chaps. His pecs were perfectly defined by the
straps of the harness and his cockhead was nudging the edge of his thong
while the chaps framed his bare buns so that Ian just wanted to eat them.
Ian's cock sprang from semi hardness to full erection in an instant. Mark
had him parade in front of him, turning so he could get a view of his arse,
then back again so he could devour that leather-clad cock with his eyes. His
eyes also roamed all over Ian's body, now looking delicious without the
clothes, and just covered by the thong.

Standing and pulling Ian to him, Mark kissed him again, long and hard,
holding him tightly against him, rubbing their bodies and cocks against each
other through the supple hide. Mark pressed his groin into Ian, running his
hands along his back and around to his chest, brushing his nipples while
their mouths locked. Ian responded, his hands sliding across Mark's cheeks,
and tracing the lines of his chaps, then following the leather of Mark's
thong around his balls, just letting his fingers gently rub against the
pulsing erection restrained in the shiny black leather. The feel of the skin
against his skin, the rich deep smell of the oiled leather, was almost
intoxicating as Ian absorbed this new but wonderful experience. He felt more
sexual, more desirable than he had ever thought possible, and wanted... he
didn't know what, but just knew he wanted more.

Mark must have sensed his longing. "What turns you on?" he asked. "What are
you into?"

"I don't... I'm not ... I haven't ever done this, leather I mean, before. I'm
no virgin by any means, but this.... Well, it's all new to me, but I have to
say I like it ... and you...a LOT!"

"Is there anything in particular that you'd like to try then?"

"Well, I don't know.... But I think I'd like to try ... errr ... at the fair I saw
a few...ummm....slings and harnesses" Ian finally blurted out.

Mark smiled, glowingly. "Let me take control" he said. Ian's heart leapt at
the words and the way they were said. It turned him on even more. "Follow
me, but tell me if you get spooked by anything, okay?" Mark demanded, and
Ian just nodded.

Mark led him down the hall way to a locked door. Fishing a key from a hiding
place, Mark unlocked the door which opened onto a set of stairs leading
downwards. Ian's heart beat faster, feeling uncertain now, until Mark took
his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Ian felt he could go anywhere
Mark would lead him. The stairs descended into darkness and Ian followed
Mark down, anticipation building as he did. At the bottom, Ian could sense
Mark reaching for something. Suddenly a match flared, and Mark lit four or
five candles around the room, which gave a strange but sexy glow. Ian
examined the room slowly, fascinated. On shelves on one wall were an array
of sex toys; butt plugs, dildos, balls on a leather string, hand cuffs.
Another wall had hooks with harnesses, caps, thongs, collars hanging from
them. The two remaining walls, forming a corner, were all mirrored. The
walls, ceiling and floor were all painted black. And in the centre of the
room, dominating everything, was a sling, suspended from the ceiling by
heavy chains, with footstraps hanging from the chains. Ian's breathing
quickened as he took it all in. Until this morning the whole thing would
have panicked him, and yet now it just excited him.

"Welcome to my dungeon. I'm really proud of it. Are you okay with all of
this?" Mark said with a tinge of concern in his voice.

"Oh yeah..." Ian whispered huskily.

"I don't get a chance to share it very often. I like to keep it for someone
special..." Mark's voice trailed off.

Placing his hands on Ian's shoulders, Mark turned his companion toward him.
Their eyes met and Mark's searched Ian's. Satisfied with what he found, he
smiled again, pulling Ian to him and wrapping his arms around him as they
locked in a passionate kiss. Pushing away from the stunningly handsome and
eager Ian, Mark turned to the wall of hooks. Looking back at Ian and then to
the wall again, he selected a harness, chaps and some studded arm bands.
Putting them to one side, he stated in a commanding voice "Wait here!". Ian
shivered, not from cold but from anticipation, and stood where he had been
told, while Mark went back upstairs and returned with Ian's boots. He stood
directly in front of Ian. "Just stand here and do what I ask -- I won't hurt
you, and I think we'll both enjoy this" Ian nodded silent agreement as he
watched this hunk intensely. Mark knelt, and slowly slid the leather thong
down Ian's legs, lifting it over his rock hard cock, which he gave a
lingering squeeze that made Ian hunger for more.

Mark then picked up the harness and lifted the shoulder straps over Ian's
head, sitting it in place and adjusting the length. Ian reveled in the feel
of the soft leather against his shoulders and skin. Mark reached around and
pulled more straps around Ian's chest from each side, fastening them with
buckles to a ring of cold metal in the middle of his chest, sliding the
straps down until they rested below Ian's pecs, pushing up and highlighting
his defined chest and erect nipples. Ian could feel more leather dangling
behind him as he stood there enjoying the feel of the leather and the
attention of this handsome stud. Another set of straps circled Ian at the
waist, connecting to a second metal ring and Mark buckled and adjusted a
leather strap connecting the upper and lower rings. Finally two more leather
straps dangled from Ian, one from the ring on his back and one from the
lower ring on his abdomen. Mark knelt again front of Ian, pulling the rear
strap between his legs, and producing another, different metal ring. "Have
you ever worn one of these?" he asked. Ian, looked at it, recognizing a
metal cockring, and shook his head. "This is where it may get a little
difficult" Mark stated matter-of-factly.

"Ian, there is no way this is going on while you have that erection. It's
not that I am in any way dissatisfied with your raging hard on, but I also
desperately want to see you wearing this cockring. Please forgive me for
this...." Without warning he slapped the head of Ian's cock with a piece of
cold metal. Ian yelped and looked down startled, grabbing for his dick. Mark
reached out and restrained his hands, looking into his eyes apologetically
and with longing. It dawned on Ian why Mark had done this, and he did his
best to think of something, anything, that would take his mind off what was
happening to him. He was only partially successful, but his cock subsided a
little. Mark used the opportunity to slip first one testicle and then the
other through the ring, and bending Ian's semi erect dick gently but firmly
down and through the metal. The instant it was in place Ian's hard on
returned and intensified. Ian could not believe the sensation. The metal was
tight around his cock and balls, but not so as to be unbearable. Instead it
seemed to make him even harder than he had thought possible. His cock was so
hard it almost ached.

Little was said by Mark during the whole procedure, and Ian remained silent,
surrendering to the attentions of Mark and enjoying every second -- well,
except for the slap to make him lose his erection. Even that was somehow
arousing, although he couldn't explain how or why. Ian felt so aroused and
yet at the same time so comfortable with Mark, and was heady with the smell
and feel and look of the leather on himself, on Mark and all around him.

Mark then eased the leather thong, which had started all of this, back up,
adjusting it gently and slipping it up and over Ian's raging pole. Next came
the shiniest, softest black leather chaps. As Mark fastened the waistband
and zipped up first one and then the other leg, Ian felt as though the
leather was becoming part of him, or he was becoming part of it. He swore
that if the metal cockring had not been as tight, he would have shot his
load just from the touch of Mark's fingers and the supple black leather.
Satisfying himself with the fit, Mark adjusted the chaps, sliding them
against Ian's legs and running his hands across his thighs, around to his
calves and up to Ian's bare arse. At that point he gave Ian's rump a little
slap. This made Ian jump and moan softly, and they again grinned at each
other. Pulling his boots back on for him, Mark gave Ian an appreciative
whistle.

"Looking fucking good, boy!" he stated in a low, approving voice. Ian
beamed, and his cock twitched yet again. "Just a few more items" Mark
whispered. Matching armbands were tightened around Ian's upper arms to
Mark's satisfaction.

At that point Mark stood back to examine his handiwork. Very pleased with
what he saw, he said softly "mmmmmmmmmm". What met his eyes was beautiful.
Ian stood there obediently, the bright black leather harness and chaps
perfectly defining and highlighting an almost perfect body. His own cock
strained against the thong he wore, and his heart pumped as he feasted his
eyes on the vision before him. The moment he had seen Ian fingering the
thong at the stall that morning he had been sure that he would be a stunner
when correctly "dressed". His surprise at finding out that Ian was not
"into" leather, and that the only thing he owned were those perfectly fitted
jeans, left him unsure as to how this evening would pan out, but Ian was
proving the perfectly willing pupil. Unable to contain himself any longer,
Mark threw himself at Ian, kissing him passionately, exploring him with his
hands, pressing against him and pulling him to himself. Ian responded
eagerly as the two attacked each other hungrily. The hours that had passed
since their encounter this morning had left them both so incredibly horny.

As they continued to explore each other, first with hands and then with lips
and tongues, they each sensed that Mark was taking on a more dominant role.
It was he who began to direct the action, guiding Ian's willing mouth to his
nipples, lifting the younger man's body weight by grabbing his butt and
heaving upwards to grind his own pelvis against Ian. Ian happily, even
eagerly, followed Mark's lead. He was in a state of euphoria, almost
overwhelmed by the sensations that Mark and the leather caused him and with
an inexplicable desire to so anything and everything to please his "Mr.
Leather". As they stood and wrestled, Mark reached out again, and slowly
slid yet another soft piece of leather up along the centre of Ian's back.
Unsure what it was, Ian simply leaned back into the feel and moaned softly.
He could feel the supple hide, and metal as well, tiny cold points of metal
on the leather. Slowly working upwards, Marks hands met at the back of Ian's
neck, and gently slid around to buckle up a collar on his new friend -- a
perfect fit, soft and smooth against Ian's skin, with metal studs on the
outside.

"You're `finished.' Now what do you think of my model making?" Mark said,
turning Ian around so he could admire himself in the mirrors on the walls
behind them.

Ian gasped. His cock bounced. He stared. First at himself, then at Mark,
then back to himself again. He could not believe the transformation. His
heart pounded. His emotions went wild. What was this feeling? It was so
good, but so uncertain. So sexually powerful, yet unfamiliar. Ian wanted to
cry out, to shout his happiness, to cry with joy yet he didn't understand
why. The visions that stared back at him from the mirror were incredible.
The leather wrapping his own body felt and looked and smelt so good, he felt
so good. And the Adonis at his side, so strong and commanding, so masculine
and incredibly good looking.

"Mark... I feel ..... I don't know how I feel but I feel so HOT.... it's like a
wish come true except that I didn't actually make the wish"

Mark smiled, and his own heart pumped harder. What was this feeling that he
had toward Ian? They had just met after all. Why did Ian make him feel this
way? What was it that he was feeling anyway?

"Mark... " Ian whispered, sheepishly, "Before, a couple of times, you called
me `boy'..."

"Yes....?" said Mark, concern crossing his face.

"No, I mean, yes, I mean, it was hot. It turned me on. Will you do it
again?" Ian looked away, unsure of the answer he wanted.

Mark could not contain his relief and could hardly express the surge of
excitement he felt. "I will. I want to. While we are here, in this room,
I'll call you `boy', and you must call me `Sir" or `Master', if you are
comfortable with it." Ian digested this. Initially he wondered if it was
just a little too kinky for him, but quickly realized that it was perfect.
It was exactly what he had been trying to find all evening without knowing
it. His whole body trembled with excitement.

"Yes, SIR!!!!" Ian stated emphatically, trying to keep a huge grin from
spreading across his face.

The two men locked together again in the tightest embrace. Each of them
battling with confusing and conflicting emotions which slowly gave way to
heightened passion as they explored each other's bodies, making as much as
they could of the leather that joined and separated them. They reveled in
the sensations that flowed through them. Mark again took control, gently
easing his boy backwards as they groped and played, until Ian felt the cool
leather of the sling at his back. He stopped, and looked into his Master's
eyes with surprise, a look which quickly changed to delighted anticipation.
Mark directed his boy to ease onto the sling, getting him comfortable,
before lifting each leg into the foot straps that hung from the support
chains. Walking around to the side of the sling, Mark allowed Ian to see
himself suspended in the mirrors, and while the boy took in the sight, Mark
gently reached up and began to slip handcuffs over Ian's wrists and fasten
them to the sling chains. "Let me know if you are not okay with this" Mark
whispered gently. "No, Sir...." Ian replied, "I want it, I need it, and I
trust you completely"

With his boy restrained and helpless, Mark moved back to the base of the
sling. Running his fingers slowly around Ian's nipples and down his abdomen,
he elicited moans of pleasure as Ian experienced the most incredibly
sensuous feelings. Mark unsnapped the crotch fastener on the thong, and
undid the leather strap which had run from the cockring between Ian's legs.
Pulling his own thong up to reveal his steel hard pole, he quickly rolled a
condom over himself. He began smearing lube on his cock, and then slowly
around Ian's hole. As the boy squirmed with delight, Mark used first one and
then two fingers to lubricate and open his arse, gently but purposefully.
Drawing away a fraction, he pressed his groin toward the puckering hole,
resting his cockhead against Ian's waiting bud.

Reaching again, he took the lid from a bottle of amyl and held it to Ian's
nose. Ian sniffed and dropped his head back, and Mark took a breath, waiting
for the effects to hit. Ian began to writhe. "Do it, Sir, take me now,
please Master, I need you inside me!" he hissed. Mark needed no more
encouragement. Slowly he slid the head of his cock inside Ian, waiting a
moment as the muscles closed around his head. Then he pushed forward again,
urged on by Ian's moaning insistence. A slow rhythm started which quickly
built up. Mark slid himself in and out of the boy. Ian flexed his muscles to
grip at the massive cock which rammed into him, feeling so complete, so
fulfilled that he never wanted it to end. The fucking intensified quickly
after the incredible build up they had both experienced, and after only five
minutes or so both men were bucking and crying out. Mark took the boy
powerfully, ramming his shaft deep into Ian's gut. Ian responded in kind,
bucking and gripping against him, willing his Master deeper and deeper
inside him. Finally, Ian could take it no more. He opened his eyes and
looked across to the mirrors. What he saw was so horny that his balls
suddenly released their load, emptying cum all over his stomach and up onto
Mark. The sight of Ian's ejaculation did it for Mark. Not wanting to, he
lost control, and suddenly he was pumping his manjuice deep into Ian's gut.

They jerked and swayed for ages, locked together in the most intimate way
possible, until Mark felt his hardness subsiding. He slowly eased out of
Ian.

As one, they both said "I'm sorry" and then laughed at each other.

"Well, next time, I'll try to hold back a bit longer, Sir.... " smiled Ian.

Mark's heart jumped in his chest again. "So, there will be a next time,
then...?"

They looked deeply into each other's faces, and slowly a joint smile lit
them.

"Sir, you have made me feel so unbelievably happy and fulfilled, I hope
there will be a lot of next times." Ian said, the sincerity obvious in his
voice.

"I am so glad to hear that boy,... " Mark responded ".... And I'm sure there
will be a lot more after that. After all, we still have a whole range of
products to introduce you to....." as he indicated the shelves of toys. Both
looked at the shelves and back to each other, grinning wickedly.

As they relaxed in each other's company and drifted toward sleep that night,
Ian thought to himself how incredible the night had been, and marveled at
how much his whole focus had changed in one short day. He had only met Mark
12 hours ago but he felt so good and so comfortable, and he wondered .....
could this be what he had been looking for, could this be the one? He hoped
so.

Mark watched his new friend, his new boy, relax into sleepiness. His thoughts
went to the evening. This man beside him had turned him on so much, been so
responsive and so eager to learn and to please. He made him feel so
fulfilled. Mark had built his play dungeon to be shared, but never really
found the one to share it with. Could Ian be it? Early as it was, Mark
thought he could, hoped he could.

As each of them finally slept, the last thing to pass through each mind was
a single thought ...... "I wonder if this is ..... dare I think it?
....... Love?"

The End (or is it?)

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