Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 17:30:40 -0600
From: Mark Reid <mreid14@cox.net>
Subject: Summer School, Part 3

This story is a continuation of The Adventures of Pete Cordell (which can
be found in "Beginnings." It is the story of Pete's second great love, Mark
Bransen. This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with
other gay men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law
where you live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or
outrage you, then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories,
unsafe sex does occur, but only where all parties involved are HIV
negative, and know this because of regular testing (or they're
virgins). Every sexually active person, gay or straight, should be tested
regularly for HIV. Knowing your's and your partner's status can save your
life!

My thanks to C.J. and Glynn for their careful editing

Part 3

     The sound of the doorbell woke me up. "Damn!" I thought. "I must have
fallen asleep!" Stopping only long enough to slip on a pair of gym shorts,
I went to the door. Sure enough, there stood Mark, looking as cute as ever
in his blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. In one hand, he carried a bottle
of wine; in the other, a backpack.
     "Hi," he said. "Don't you look good."
     I blushed. "Sorry, I fell asleep by the pool." Grabbing his free hand,
I pulled him inside and closed the door. I then pulled him against me,
forgetting the sweat covering my body. I kissed him deeply, and he returned
the kiss, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling me tight against
him. Again, I could feel the pull he had on me, and I worried: Could I be
falling in love with this guy?
     He pulled off and said, "God, you smell good!" Holding up the wine, he
said, "I brought some wine. I didn't know whether to get red or white. I
hope it's okay." I looked: a Beaujolais Nouveau.
     "It'll be perfect," I said. "I hope you like steak."
     "I love steak," he said. Then he reached down and grabbed my
dick. "Especially tube steak."
     "Down, boy," I said, laughing. "We've got all night for that. I don't
know about you, but I'm starving. Let me get the potatoes started, and I'll
give you a tour."
     I detoured just long enough to get some music playing before going
into the kitchen and turning the oven on. Calling into the living room, I
asked, "Beer, wine or something stronger?"
     "Beer," he replied. "I've worked up a powerful thirst today, for some
reason."
     "Beer it is, then," I said, returning into the parlor with two
beers. I handed one to him, and he took a deep swallow. "That's just what I
needed. Now how about that tour."
     I took his hand and gave him the tour. There wasn't much to see: other
than the front parlor (they aren't called living rooms down here), there
was only one bedroom, a small dining room, and my office. As he saw my
king-sized bed, he whistled and said, "You could hold a party right here."
     "It sleeps four comfortably, and six if they're good friends," I said
with a grin.
     "And you know this from experience?" he grinned. I blushed and
continued the tour by taking him out back.
     "This courtyard's incredible," he said. "And a pool!"
     "This is the reason I bought this place," I said. "Listen, the
potatoes will take about an hour to bake. I don't need to put the steaks on
for about 50 minutes. Do you want to take a swim in the meantime?"
     "I'd love to," he said. "But I didn't bring a suit."
     "You don't need one," I said, slipping my shorts down. "Look
around. We're totally private."
     He looked around. "What about the old guy on the balcony?"
     I laughed, "That's Desmond. He's a good friend. He loves watching me
sunbathe nude and entertain my friends. If we stay out here, he'll probably
break out his binoculars shortly. Is that a problem?"
     He thought about it for a minute and grinned, "Hell, no. I love
watching guys stare at my hot body. And I think we'll really give him an
eyeful." With that, he kicked off his loafers and slipped his shirt and
shorts off. Turning toward Desmond, he showed him his half-hard cock and
waved. Desmond waved back, and I said, "Last one in the pool gets fucked,"
and dived in.
     "No fair," Mark said. "I was going to fuck you tonight!" He then dived
in.
     "We've got all night," I said, coming up against his naked
body. "Hell, we've got all weekend if you want."
     "I definitely want," he said and pulled his face to mine. As we
kissed, I could feel his hard dick pressing against mine. I could not get
over how attracted I was to this kid. Sparks flew every time we
touched. Grabbing his hard dick, I started stroking it as our kiss
continued.
     After a few minutes, I lifted him up, setting his pert little butt on
the edge of the pool, and took his dick in my mouth. He moaned, and I
continued sucking, I could taste his sweet pre-cum. His groans grew louder
as I continued, grabbing his balls and playing with them as I continued
taking that big dick down my throat.
     After a while, he pulled my head off his dick, and said, "Get out of
the pool. I want to suck your hot dick." As I got out of the pool, I looked
up to see Desmond stroking his dick with his free hand as he watched
through his binoculars.
     "Do you want to go inside?" I asked, gesturing up to where Desmond was
watching.
     "Hell, no!" Mark cried. "Let's give him a show." With that, he grabbed
one of the mats that I kept by the pool for floating, and lay down on top
of it. He positioned me in a 69 position, and as he took my dick in his
mouth, I resumed sucking his dick. This continued for some time, our mouths
giving each other pleasure. I then reached down and, pulling his legs into
the air, planted my mouth against his hot pucker. He moaned, and then
pulling my ass down into his face, proceeded to eat my ass. The feeling was
amazing; we were both doing everything in our power to give each other
pleasure.
     This continued for about 20 minutes, until finally I knew that I was
about to come. Pulling off of his incredible ass, I cried, "I'm about to
come!"
     He cried, "Me, too!" We managed to get our dicks into each other's
mouths just as the first shots issued forth. I reveled in the taste of his
cum filling my mouth; it was thick, and sweet, and salty. I swallowed as
fast as I could, but his load was too big; I could feel it leaking out of
my mouth. From his moans, I knew he was taking as much pleasure taking my
load. After we finished shooting, I pulled off his dick and, swinging
around, kissed him deeply. His mouth opened, and we shared the remnants of
each other's cum.  Mark moaned, "God! This just keeps getting better and
better."
     "I know," I said. "Every time I have sex with you, it just makes me
want to have more."
     "I feel the same way," he said. Looking into his eyes, I thought I saw
something that looked like love. "My God," I thought. "Could we be falling
for each other?"
     Getting up, I said, "I think the potatoes should almost be done. Let
me start the steaks." After cooking the steaks, we dressed and retreated to
the dining room for dinner.

End of Part 3