Date: Wed, 08 Sep 1999 02:06:43 GMT
From: Mark Hernandez <mhern21@hotmail.com>
Subject: MARK AND JARED

I grew up on the plains of eastern New Mexico.  My twin sister Marissa and I
were the youngest of eight Hernandez children.  We lived on a 3000-acre
ranch owned by my father, Paulo.  My mother Colleen was French.  She had
come to Santa Fe as a teenager to paint (she is an incredible artist).  She
met my dad, and the rest is history.  My parents are devout Catholics (thus
the eight children).  And they made some beautiful children.  Dad is half
Mexican and half Apache.  When you mix that with Mom's strikingly beautiful
French features, you get yourself some awesome offspring.  We were all dark
(of course) with black hair and dark brown eyes.  We had smooth, dark skin
that was admired and envied by most of our friends.

My name, by the way, is Mark.  I am about six feet tall, and weigh around
185 pounds.  I stay in shape by working hard on my dad's ranch.  I also work
out with free weights, and spend a lot of time at the pool (my parents had
it built for the grandchildren).

Marissa and I both left home right after we graduated from high school.  She
moved off to California to attend Stanford, where she had received an art
scholarship.  I headed for Albuquerque to the University of New Mexico.
Being separated from a twin is a very traumatic event.  I missed her
terribly.  We had always done everything together, and now our only contact
was e-mail and telephone calls. I was absolutely thrilled when my parents
told me that Marissa would be coming home in June for my great-grandmother's
ninetieth birthday.  I counted down the days.  I was spending the summer
back on the ranch, having finished my freshman year with flying colors.
Marissa had planned on staying in California to work and save money.
Getting to see her in June would be a dream come true.

There was, however, one minor problem.  Marissa had a new boyfriend, and she
planned on bringing him with her.  The thought of having to share her with
some stranger literally made me sick.  I knew I wouldn't like him.  I really
didn't even want to meet him.  To make matters worse, Mom informed me that
Jared (the boyfriend) would be rooming with me in the bunkhouse for at least
the first night of their stay.  "The house will be full of relatives," she
explained, "and I need you and Jared to watch the children in the
bunkhouse."

The bunkhouse had been renovated into a dorm for the grandchildren to stay
in when everyone was home at the same time.  It had several bunk beds, and
an upstairs room for the lucky adult who got selected to keep them out of
trouble.  I was the lucky guy this time, and I would be stuck with Jared all
night long.

June 12th finally arrived.  My great-grandmother Hernandez was the center of
attention.  She looked like royalty, all dressed up in traditional Spanish
attire.  My brothers and sisters came from everywhere.  Most still lived in
New Mexico, but I had one brother in Phoenix and one in El Paso.  Aunts,
uncles, cousins, grandparents, friends, and neighbors all converged on our
house for the party.  Cars were constantly arriving down the long gravel
road that connected our ranch to the local, two-lane highway.  At last, I
spotted Marissa's car.  I had intense butterflies in my stomach.  When the
car finally stopped, she stepped out of the passenger side, and flashed that
gorgeous smile in my direction.  We locked in one of those "I don't want to
let go" hugs.  It was great to have her home.

Then, he stepped out of the car.  He immediately captured my total
attention.  I have never seen another human being as beautiful as Jared. He
definitely had a California look.  He had sun-bleached blonde hair, deep
sparkling blue eyes, and the most perfect smile you can imagine.  Everything
about him seemed perfect.  His skin was clear and smooth, and tanned to a
golden brown.  Even his teeth were perfect, so white that they glistened.
His body was muscular, but not big.  He was wearing a white tee shirt that
showed off his biceps (and that beautiful tan), and baggy shorts revealing
muscular calves.  I figured him to be a runner.  I couldn't take my eyes off
of him.  I was jolted back to reality when he reached out to shake my hand.

"Mark, I'm Jared.  I've heard a lot about you," he said, with that killer
smile.  "It's great to finally get to meet you.  Marissa talks about you all
the time."

I was a little embarrassed by all this attention.  I shook his hand and
smiled.  "It's nice to meet you, too," I finally said.

Then, Mom arrived on the scene and whisked them both away to see the rest of
the family (especially the guest of honor).  I soon discovered that Marissa
and Jared were planning on staying two weeks.  I would have plenty of time
to spend with them.  I finally gave up on getting much time with either of
them for the time being.  There were just too many people competing for
attention.

The party lasted until around midnight.  Finally, everyone headed for bed.
I rounded up my six nephews who would be staying in the bunkhouse.  Their
mothers had taken care of their baths, and I was responsible for getting
them quiet and in bed.  I finally succeeded.  After they were all asleep, I
went on upstairs, leaving a light on for Jared.  I was still up when he came
in the door.  I was a little nervous because we would be sleeping in the
same bed.  He didn't seem to mind at all, though, so I stopped worrying
about it.  I asked him if he needed anything, and then continued to get
undressed.  I stripped down to my underwear, and then pulled on a pair of
running shorts.  I watched him out of the corner of my eye.  He undressed
facing me, but didn't seem to look at me at all.  He pulled off the tee
shirt, revealing a chest that could have been carved out of marble.  His
pecs and his abs were in perfect shape.  He undid the shorts, and they
slipped to the floor.  He stood there for a minute in his dazzling white
Fruit of the Looms.  His dark tan looked even more beautiful in contrast to
the white underwear.  His tan seemed to be an "all over" tan, because there
was absolutely no trace of a tan line.  I wondered if he went to a tanning
salon, or if he lay around a pool in the nude. He looked up, and noticed my
shorts.

"I usually sleep in my underwear, if that's OK with you," he said.

"No problem," I quickly answered, not wanting to seem too eager.

He switched off the lamp and crawled into bed next to me.  My heart was
pounding.  I was afraid he might notice, so I tried to calm myself.
Finally, he broke the ice and started a conversation.  We talked for a long
time.  He told me all about life in California, and I told him all about New
Mexico.  After what seemed like hours, we decided to get some sleep.

We both lay on our backs under a sheet and a light blanket.  Our arms were
at our sides.  When I was sure he was asleep, I cautiously slid my arm in
his direction.  I just wanted to touch that beautiful body of his, even if
it was just his arm.  I stopped the second my skin touched his.  I expected
him to pull away immediately, but he didn't.  I figured he must really be
sleeping hard.  I moved my arm feigning an itch on my head, and then put it
back again, closer this time.  Again, he didn't move.  His skin was warm and
soft.  I could have stayed in that position forever.  My dick had gotten
rock hard, and it was driving me onward.  I opened my fingers and gently
caressed the side of his hand.  I was completely shocked when he moved his
palm into a flat, receptive position in response to my touch.  I traced the
lines in his hand over and over.  He never moved, and never opened his eyes
at all.  But I could tell he was enjoying what was going on.

Finally, he took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers.  My heart was
pounding out of my chest.  I couldn't believe what was happening.  He slowly
slid onto his side, facing me.  He pulled me toward him until our faces were
inches apart.  He gently brushed his lips against mine.  He pulled me
closer, reaching across to my back.  We kissed again, deeper this time.  He
softly pushed his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch.  Then, he
pushed me onto my back, and climbed on top of me.  His dick was pressed
against mine, both screaming for release.  He looked into my eyes with a
hungry, lustful look that almost made me cum on the spot.  After kissing my
mouth some more, he started moving his kisses down my neck and onto my
chest.  He licked and sucked my nipples, and slid his hand down onto my
crotch.  He pulled off the blanket and sheet, and put his hand under the
waistband of my shorts.  When the head of my dick came into contact with his
fingers, I thought I would die.  It was like an electric shock pulsating my
body.  I had never experienced such pleasure.  He pulled off my shorts and
underwear, leaving me totally naked and vulnerable.  Again, he looked into
my eyes, seeking my approval to proceed.  I smiled my assent.  He began
stroking and softly licking my dick.  I spread my legs wide apart to give
him complete access.  He fondled and licked my balls, and finally took my
dick into his mouth.  I closed my eyes and moaned in absolute pleasure.  He
sucked and swirled and licked until I was ready to explode.  "I'm cumming!"
I finally shouted.  I spewed my load into his mouth.  He kept right on
sucking, swallowing every drop.  He held me in his mouth until I was
completely limp.  My entire body was completely relaxed.  This had been the
orgasm of my life.

I knew it was my turn now.  I pulled off his Fruit of the Looms and pushed
him back onto the bed.  I tried to do everything to him that he had done to
me.  I was inexperienced (as Jared quickly discovered when I scraped my
teeth across his dick).  Jared became my teacher.  He quietly explained how
to suck without biting.  I soon got the hang of it.  I sucked with all the
energy I had.  I used my tongue to swirl and caress the head while I fondled
and massaged his balls with my hand.  He was in ecstasy.  He moaned and
grunted and gyrated until I knew he was about to cum.  I wanted to swallow
his cum just as he had swallowed mine.  Finally, with a deep moan, he shot
into my mouth.  I gagged at first, but I got it all down.  The sweet taste
of cum was something I had dreamed about for years.  At last it was mine.

I fell asleep that night cuddled up to his side.  I had my head on his
chest, and my hand cradled his cock.  It was a night I wished would never
end.  But I knew I would face a million questions with the break of a new
day.  How would I feel about myself after having sex with my sister's
boyfriend?  How would she feel if she found out about it?  What would Jared
think about what happened between us?  I was afraid of what the answers
might be, but I had to know.