Date: Tue, 04 Nov 2003 23:45:07 +0000
From: Matt Bob! <hotdogha@hotmail.com>
Subject: You Love Me (1)

You Love Me, by M.J.Farrington

This story is the sole property of M.J Farrington, so there.

All characters and actions in this story are entirely fictitious and any
relation to actual events is purely coincidental, and probably very rude.

One rule: Steal my story, and I cut you into tiny pieces and feed you to the
chickens.

Hi, I'm Matt, (how cliche is that?) I'm 17, too young to read this type of
story apparently, but I'm pretty sure there's not an age limit on writing
one! I have long dark brown hair, almost black, tied into a pony tail at the
back, a smooth torso, only a light tan, and a 7.5" uncut cock erect (like
that's really important.)

This story begins on my nerve wracking flight from England to Canada. I'd
literally begged my mum to sign permission so I could get a passport and
visit my 'friend'. I told her I'd be staying in his apartment, however I
failed to mention the fact that his apartment has only one bed, silly me...

Mark, the sweetheart, was paying for my flight to Toronto, where he would
meet me in the airport, and drive us to a high class hotel we would be
staying in for the night, (honestly, he's too much!)

So there I was, sat in the plane, my hands shaking, and my face frozen into
an expression of nervous stupor. I asked one of the airline hostess's for
another vodka and orange juice, and gulped it down in seconds. I felt
slightly better, if not light headed.

After what seemed like eternity the plane landed in Toronto, and I got off
into the bright afternoon sun feeling somewhat dazed.

I can't for the life of me remember anything up to seeing Mark across the
crowded entrance. I spotted him a mile off through the mass of people, for
to my eyes he shined, and I saw he was looking back at me, smiling like an
idiot. It was a while before i realised I was smiling like an idiot myself,
and I only realised I was running towards him when I felt his arms wrap
around me, and mine around him. I buried my face into his shoulder, and we
just hugged for what must have been at least five minutes, but felt like two
seconds, and an eternity all at once. I was lost in the moment, the whole
world went on around us, but we were no longer in that world. We were in our
own world of contentment.

Eventually we broke off, and at that moment I wanted to kiss him more than
ever before, but I knew I couldn't. Not right here, with all these people
watching. It would have been fun to see their reaction, but it didn't seem
like the right thing to do.

I opened my mouth to speak, and found I couldn't, for a fit of the giggles
burst out. I was helpless, and soon so was Mark, and we just stood there,
doubled over, giggling to our hearts content. Nothing was funny, but we were
so happy we just couldn't hold it in. We'd waited so long to be together,
and here we were, as happy as a Frenchman with a tickling stick.

When we finally gained control of ourselves we began to walk hand in hand to
the car.

"Matt, you look as good as ever," whispered Mark in my ear.

I could feel myself starting to blush, Mark's forever telling me how good I
look, the sop.

"You look great yourself," I whispered back, beaming, "I'm so glad I'm
finally here." My nervousness had totally evaporated, and now I was just
content to be with my Mark.

We got into the car, and drove the short journey to the hotel. We said very
little on the journey, just the usual questions, 'how are you?', 'how was
the flight?', etc, etc. I began to giggle every time I wondered who would
mention sex first, it  seemed we were making polite conversation in order to
trick the other person into mentioning it.

I had one arm out the window, and one on my pants, and it was there for a
reason. Mark took my left hand in his, and noticed my boner was completely
tenting my pants. He smiled at me, cheekily, and I half smiled back,
slightly embarrassed, though I don't know why, it's not like he hasn't seen
me naked before.

"I hope you can hold it 'til we get to the hotel." He said, still smiling,
but now with his eyes on the road.

"If I can't I'll just have to jump on you here. We'll probably crash the
car, but I'm sure we'll both die happy. And anyway I can hardly hold it if
you've got my hand." I replied grinning now.

Mark let go of my hand, and without looking I moved it to the crotch of his
pants, to find he was pitching his own tent.

"Feels like I'm not the only one who can't wait, eh?" I laughed.

"Hey, You started it!" He informed, now laughing himself.

We sat the rest of the journey smiling and saying nothing, just thinking of
each other; I wonder what he tastes like. How long can I hold back my
orgasm, what if I cum too soon. What if I can't get it up. Silly things like
that. There obviously wouldn't be a problem with getting it up... getting it
down however!!

We finally reached the hotel, got our key, and got to our room as quickly as
possible.

We entered the lift silently, and put my bags on the floor. As we waited for
it to travel up to our floor Mark looked over to me. I was of course already
looking at him, I couldn't keep my eyes off him! We moved unexpectedly
towards one another, and as I wrapped my arms around him, I kissed him
gently on the cheek. I moved my kiss towards his mouth, and soon I was
gently licking his lips with my tongue. He opened his mouth, and our tongues
met halfway, our saliva flowing freely together, our eyes closed, my hands
slowly rubbing the small of his back and his bum.

Soon the doors opened, and a large American lady coughed slightly,
embarrassed, as we continued to kiss each other, almost completely unaware
of her existence. She walked to the left, to use the other lift. How ironic
it would be if she found another gay couple kissing there.

The doors yet again closed, and as the lift began to continue upwards a bump
of some force caused Mark to fall back against the wall, and me to fall into
him, still kissing madly as if nothing happened. My erection was now pushing
against his, and as I slid one hand between us I felt a slight wet patch at
the tip of Mark's tent. I noticed a similar wet patch on my own trousers.
Never before had I pre-cummed so much without actually physically touching
myself down there.

Not two seconds later the lift stopped at our floor, and a loud ping brought
us back to earth, as we broke our kiss, and exited the lift, feeling almost
drunk, and overcome with pleasure, and a building pressure in the groin.

When I thought about the feelings in my groin, I realised I still had a rock
hard boner, and bent over slightly in a futile attempt to hide it. Mark
seemed blissfully unaware that he was literally being led by his pecker, in
his hornier-than-ever state, so I said nothing.

We soon found our room, and Mark opened it while I stood, wild thoughts
going through my mind of what we would get up to. We slowly entered the
massive room, and I stood staring for a few moments at the large bed,
imagining Mark and I lying in it, holding one another close, kissing gently,
and talking about nothing in particular.

Mark had been here once before, when he went to a concert with his lady
friend, so he showed me where I could drop my bags, as I didn't feel like
unpacking right then.

As soon as we'd dropped my bags, we both sat down on the bed, and grabbed
each other yet again, and as we entered our kiss I thought how strange it
was that with so few words we seemed to have said so much.

As we played tonsil hockey, I moved Mark fully onto the bed, laying his head
on the pillow, and climbing on top of him, our boners yet again pressing
together. I began to grind against him, the slight movements causing so much
ecstasy in my cock, and apparently his by the way he was moaning only
slightly into my mouth.

I broke the kiss, slightly unwillingly, and sat up upon his crotch, so as to
unbutton his shirt. As I undid each button more and more of my precious Mark
was revealed, and I saw he wasn't lying when he said he looked a lot better
in real life, and this is considering I thought he looked perfect on his web
cam!

I leant back down and began to suck on and kiss the left side of Mark's
neck, as he moved his hands down my back, caressing every part of me through
my clothes. He lifted my shirt up and off me when he got the chance, and I
lay back down to kiss him again on the mouth. He seemed to expect this, as
his mouth was already slightly open, but that could have been with the
pleasure of my movement against his groin.

Both our naked chests were now together, and I savoured every minute of the
experience. It felt simply amazing to be pressed against another guy,
kissing him, hving his hands stroke my naked flesh, and stroking him back in
turn, uncontrollably moving our cocks against each other, now breathing
heavily, and moaning quite a bit louder.

The heat of each others body caused us to begin to sweat slightly, and out
bodies became slick as they moved together. As I pushed my hands either side
of him against the bed, lifting my upper half up, and causing more pressure
against his cock in my lower half, Mark began to rub my chest, moving his
fingers about my nipples and my belly button.

At this point I couldn't help it, I let out a loud moan, and didn't bother
to end it until ever last bit of breath was out of my body. I lay back upon
Mark, and began to lick and nibble his earlobe. I was close to cumming, and
fortunately had the will power to drop grinding, and roll off Mark before I
came.

I undid the clasp on Mark's pants, and pulled the zip down very slowly. With
each click of the zipper I was reminded of the passage of time before I had
to go home in two weeks, and from that point on I payed much greater
attention to every detail of our fun. From the way Mark's soft hair made him
look so cute, the way it was all out of place. The way his mouth was
slightly apart, his lips moist and inviting, the way he smiled every time I
looked at him, and the way his breath grew heavy as I slid his pants down,
and placed one hand upon his now soaked boxers.

I turned myself around on the bed, so my head was at Mark's crotch, and
spoke softly to him, "I want you to lay your head back and enjoy this,
you're under my mercy now." I grinned slightly, and Mark could only muster a
slight moan of acceptance as I placed my mouth over his boxers, breathing
hot hair through the fabric, causing his cock to twitch in ecstasy.

I couldn't take much of this, as the feel, taste, and smell of Mark was
driving me crazy, so I grabbed the rim of his boxers and slid them down, his
penis springing out at attention, just as another drop of pre-cum slid from
his smooth head.

I leant forward, placing one hand on his balls and moving them around in my
hand, and placing my mouth over the side of his cock, licking it at high
speed with my tongue. I moved my mouth all around his cock licking in the
same manner, before finally putting the head of his wonderful six inch cock
into my mouth, and tasting his pre, slightly sweet and slightly salty, as it
seemed to flow almost freely into my mouth. Mark let out a loud moan, almost
a shout, as he thrust his legs forward uncontrollably sending out another
drop of pre-cum and forcing more of his cock into my mouth.

I worked him up and down, feeling every bump, every detail with my tongue,
while continuing to fondle his balls with my hand. I could feel his cock
tense and relax in my mouth, as he panted and moaned more and more, making
slight thrusts in rhythm of my sucking. I could tell it must have taken
almost all of Mark's effort, given the situation, to be able to half moan
and half say "Matt, I think I'm gonna cum..."

I heard him, put I payed no attention. I guess he realised this as he lay
back and continued to enjoy the warmth of my mouth. I had to intention of
letting go when he came. It wasn't long before Mark began to moan more and
more, and his thrusts became more wild, until finally he made one long
thrust deep into my mouth, and shot load out of load of cum into me. Under
normal circumstanced I don't think I'd have enjoyed the taste, but being as
close to orgasm without actually cumming as I think I could get, it tasted
absolutely amazing. I swallowed every last bit, and continued to clean his
cock with my tongue after he had finished, watching it seem to flinch
sensitively as I probed around the head.

I allowed Mark to lay back for a moment, enjoying the warm glow of a
brilliant orgasm, before he took hold of the elasticated band of both my
pants and my boxers, and pulled them straight down. "Now I want you to lay
back and relax, for I guess you are at my mercy now!", he said, still
panting heavily, but smiling and winking at me all the same.

I lay back and closed my eyes as Mark went to work on my tortured cock. I
felt his mouth surround it, as he used one hand to tickle between my balls
and my anus, occasionally giving my balls a light squeeze and playing with
them, and using the other hand to stroke my bum. His hands were so soft,
they seemed to slide over me, like butter over a hot pan, and if anyone was
sleeping in that hotel, they couldn't have been for long. I screamed out,
again and again, and I remember thinking I shouldn't, but I my body was no
longer mine, it was under the direct control of some other part of my mind,
and I was just in it for the ride.

I thrust into his mouth, as he had done with me, and I must have been
pre-cumming like god knows what, until he finally gave my butt a tight
squeese, and used his tongue right on the tip of my head. That was to much
for me, and shouting out to all the gods, I came and came and came again
into his mouth. I don't think Mark meant to swallow, or to even have me cum
in his mouth, but both happened, and he didn't seem too bothered. I let out
a long sigh/moan as he slid my cock out of his mouth, giving it one last
suck before letting it spring back up against my torso. I thought at the
time it would be a long time before I was flaccid again, and I was right.

I turned back around and lay next to Mark, and kissed him for a long time
there, in the soft bed. I could still taste my cum in his mouth, and I guess
he could taste his in mine. I think we lay for about half an hour just
kissing, and stroking each other affectionately.

When we finally broke the kiss, he looked into my eyes and said the truest
words ever spoken. I knew then that I'd remember that moment for the rest of
my life. He said "You love me."

I looked back into his eyes, shining brightly, and smiled slightly, happily,
my eyes wet with tears of joy, as I replied "You love me too."


This story is dedicated to Mark, with all my heart. I love you sincerely and
completely. I love you.


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