Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2004 13:20:46 -0600
From: Mark Reid <mreid14@cox.net>
Subject: Summer School, Part 4

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 4

     As we started eating, I asked, "So what did you do after you left my
office today?"
     Mark replied, "I went to the athletic center to get some stuff out of
my locker. While I was there, I ran into Coach. I told him about our
experience in your office."
     "You did what?" I cried.
     "I told him about you fucking me on your office desk," he replied. "He
was tickled. I've been mooning over you all summer, and he was relieved
that I had finally gotten you. He asked if it was a one-time thing, and I
told him that I was coming over for dinner. He smiled and said, "I'm
glad. It's about time you found someone you could be serious about."
     Blushing, I asked, "Are you serious about me?"
     Looking down, he said, "Hell, yes, I'm serious about you. I have
fantasized about you all summer."  He looked back up. "You're sexy as hell,
but you're a whole lot more. I can see your passion in the classroom as
you're discussing the power of language, and I know that you are one of the
few people who actually love what they're doing. You care about your
students, and from what I can see, you're an all-around good man. I was
afraid that the reality would never live up to the fantasy, but it was even
better. From the first time our hands touched that day in my tutoring
seminar, I could feel the sparks between us." Staring deep into my eyes, he
said, "so, yes, Pete, my beloved professor, I'm serious about you. In fact,
I'm falling in love with you. I want to be with you. I want to feel you by
my side as I wake up in the morning. I want to see you cheering for me at
graduation. I want to be a part of your life. But, that's about me. What do
you want?"
     Tears were streaming from my eyes at his confession. "I've fantasized
about you all summer. At first, it was just physical, but as I got to know
you, I ached to be able to hold you in my arms. I never gave a thought to
having you in my life however; I never thought it would happen. But yes,
I've fallen in love with you, too. I too want to feel you beside me when I
wake up; I want to see us build a life together. I want to see you succeed
at whatever it is you love to do."
     "However," I continued, "I'm worried about the age difference. I mean,
I'm 36, and have lived a good life. You're only the second man I've ever
loved. I don't want you to miss out on enjoying your twenties. I'm afraid
that at some point, you'll wake up and realize just what you've missed."
     He was crying also. "Pete," he said, "If you're talking about sex, you
need to realize that, although I've only been out for four years, I've had
sex with lots of men. That's why Coach was so worried about me. I love
having sex with men; that will never change. Only, it's you that I want to
have sex with. Everything up to this point was merely getting me ready to
be able to please you."
     I moved around the table and pulled him against me. "I love you," I
finally admitted. "I want you in my life, now and forever." I then kissed
him. In his lips, I could feel his love for me, and I suspected that he
could feel the same. Needing to calm things down, I retreated to my chair,
and changed the subject. "Let's eat before the steaks get cold," I said.
     As we continued eating, I asked, "So what is your major?"
     "Finance," he said, blushing. "I know, you would expect a jock to be a
management major. But I've always been good at math, and finance just
clicked. I have to admit, I'm apparently good at it. One of my finance
professors told me that if baseball didn't pan out, he could get me a job
with one of the brokerage firms in town.
     "You'd want to be a broker?" I asked.
     "Hell, no," he said. "Those guys are little better than used car
salesmen. No, research and analysis. My professor told me that I had a gift
for reading between the lines in a financial statement and figuring out
what was really going on. And I have to admit I love it. It's like putting
together a jigsaw puzzle. Most guys never make it in professional
baseball. It's nice to have something to fall back on."
     I sat there, amazed. This guy really had his shit together. As I had
already learned, he had a good mind under that jock body. I hadn't
realized, however, that he had planned for a contingency should his
baseball career not pan out. Most jocks never think past their athletic
careers, and are lost when it doesn't pan out.
     After dinner, we loaded up the dishwasher and headed to the living
room, where we sat on my sofa and just talked for a while. I finally asked,
"So, what do you want to do tonight?"
     "Well," he grinned, "I told you earlier that I would shave you if you
wanted me to. Do you want me to?"
     I grinned, "Well, I've never really thought about it. But, yeah, I
guess so, if you would like to see me shaved."
     "Ever since I left you today, I've thought about how much fun it would
be to shave your pubes and ass. Let's do it!"
     We moved into the bathroom, and he said, "Get naked." I did, and he
shucked his clothes and I could see his hard dick. Reaching into the
backpack that he had brought with him, he pulled out a small pair of
scissors. He said, "I left the clippers at home. You really don't have much
hair down there to start with." With that, he held my hard dick in one hand
as he started clipping back my pubic hair. As he did, he lightly stroked my
dick, and I could feel myself leaking pre-cum. He noticed, and licked it
off with his tongue.
     When he finished with the scissors, he said, "I need some shaving
cream." I went over to the cabinet and pulled out a can of shaving
cream. He pulled a new disposable razor out of his backpack, and laid it on
the floor beside him. Squeezing a handful of shaving cream into his hand,
he proceeded to lather up my pubic area, my balls and the area behind
them. The feeling was incredible, and I continued to leak as he grabbed the
razor and started shaving me. He started with my pubes, and I could feel
the razor scraping over my sensitive skin. He pulled a hand towel out of
his backpack and wiped off the razor after each stroke. He would take a
break from time to time and take the head of my dick into his mouth,
sucking out my pre-cum before returning to his task. After a while, I
looked down to see that he had removed all of my pubic hair. I looked like
a twelve-year old with a 9" dick. He grabbed my hard dick and said, "I see
you're enjoying this as much as I am. Now it's time for your balls."
     My balls had already started shrinking up, so he stopped, took a
washcloth and soaked it in hot water. He covered my balls with it, and
waited patiently for them to drop back down. After this, it only took a few
strokes before they were devoid of any hair. As he grabbed them, I
moaned. He said, "Now reach down and feel them." I did, and they felt
incredible. Shaving them had made them even more sensitive that they
normally were, and I loved the feel of them in my hand. I moaned, and he
said, "I knew you'd love that. Now turn around, spread your legs, and bend
over." I did, and he shaved my perineum, all the way back to my ass. "Only
one thing left," he said, and squirted some more shaving cream into his
hand. "Spread your cheeks," he ordered, and as I did, he spread the shaving
cream all through my crack. He took his time, making sure that he removed
all of the hair, before saying "Now. That's better," and started licking my
ass. The sensations were incredible as he made love to my asshole, licking
and sucking my hole until I saw stars. He turned me around, and said, "Now
it's time to finish what I started," and took my entire 9" into his
mouth. I groaned at the sensations and lost control. I grabbed his head in
my hands and proceeded to fuck his face, yelling, "Yeah! Take that
dick. Oh, you cocksucker, take my big dick." I started pounding into his
face, and from his moans, I could tell that he loved it. It wasn't long
before I knew I was going over the edge. "Damn it," I cried. "I'm coming."
I then proceeded to shoot into his mouth. He manfully swallowed all of it,
before pulling off of me. He rubbed his jaw and said, "Damn! That was hot!
I told you getting shaved was fun."
     I looked down at him and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be that
rough. I just lost control."
     "Don't apologize," he said. "I loved it." He then resumed sucking on
my softening dick. I pulled out, saying, "Mark, stop. I really need to
piss."
     He looked up at me with love in his eyes, and said, "Pete, please let
me take your piss in my mouth."
     I looked down at him in shock. "Mark are you sure you want this?"
     He said, "Yeah, Pete, I'm sure. I've already taken your load twice,
and I want to take your piss now. It would make me yours even more."
     "Well, if that's what you want," I said, and he took my dick back into
his mouth. It took me several seconds to let loose, but once I did, the
sensation was incredible. I love feeling a man's mouth around my dick as I
piss; it feels just like coming, but lasts longer. I couldn't believe that
my innocent Mark was into piss play. I got hard again, and as I finished, I
pulled out. There were tears coming from his eyes. "Mark, are you okay?" I
asked.
     "Yeah," he said. "Now I really belong to you." He stood up and kissed
me. I could taste my cum and my piss in his mouth and I was inflamed. He
pulled back and said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take a piss,
although how I'll manage with this hard on I don't know."
     I dropped to my knees. "Let me help," I said.
     He looked down at me. "Pete," he said, "I don't expect you to do
this. I took your piss because I wanted do. You don't have to reciprocate."
     I looked up at him. I knew he could see the love in my eyes. "I'm not
doing this because I feel I have to. I'm doing this because I want this
more deeply than anything I've ever wanted." I took the head of his dick in
my mouth and waited. A few seconds later, I felt his stream start shooting
into my mouth. It was the most intense thing I had ever felt. His piss
tasted good, a little bitter, but also salty and sweet. I felt my eyes
welling up as I swallowed his load and, as he finished, I sank his 8" into
my mouth, making love to it. He groaned as I sucked him, and he shortly
lost control himself, grabbing my head and fucking my face. I relaxed my
throat and let him fuck me, my hard dick streaming pre-cum with every
stroke, his moans exciting me in a way that I had rarely experienced
before. I was giving pleasure to the man I loved. It didn't take long
before he screamed, "I'm coming!" and unloaded into my mouth. As I
swallowed his sweet load, I surprised myself by coming without ever
touching my dick. After we finished, I stood up and kissed him. "Now, we
belong to each other," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.  His eyes
welled up, and he said, "God, Pete, I love you." I looked deep into his
eyes, and said, "Mark, I love you, too." We then retired to my bedroom,
where we lay there, cuddling.

End of Part 4