Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 04:25:42 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Mark and Arron

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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This one's for WICKEDsilverBOY

b/b (16 + 15) ... some non cons

GCutter66@aol.com ..... for comments and criticism, all mails answered
excepting flamers



MARK AND ARRON


by


G. Cutter



Mark walked down the road on his way back to his school. He'd left the
place some months previously but he still went down on a Saturday morning
to enjoy the youth football training they did on the field behind the
buildings. He liked football and he was good at it, he felt any experiences
he could pass onto the kids would be useful, besides he liked scruffy
little football kids. Fourteen and fifteen year olds were a right turn on,
at least they were they were to him.

He was sixteen himself, he was working as a waiter but he only worked
weekdays leaving the weekends to be filled with some sort of hobby and
oggling boys seemed as good a hobby as any. He lived in constant hope of
snaring one and taking the lad home and then letting his beast free. Mark
was just under six feet tall, not skinny but not musclebound either, he had
dirty blonde hair with lighter blonde highlights. Naturally enough he was
fair skinned and if he had a preference it would be for blondes as well. In
fact, he'd sighted one last Saturday and that was what he was so excited
about there was something about this kid, you know, a sense of awareness, a
sense that this kid could read your mind. This Saturday Mark was determined
he was going to chat this kid up come what may.

He got to the school and the field behind around ten o'clock and the usual
gaggle of boys were there. Mark immediately spotted the blonde boy with his
mates kicking around, Mark dumped his sports top and joined in. He was on
familiar territory, he knew most of the kids and they knew him. He made a
point of greeting them all by name.

'Hi Mark,' the blonde boy gave him a sweet smile.

'Hi kid,' Mark grinned. 'I'm sorry but I don't know your name.'

'Arron. One A, two Rs,' the kid laughed and sped away. At least Mark had a
name to hang onto his fantasy.

He kicked about with some of the boys, a session of striking, some
goalkeeping and then rundown exercises at the end. The field had been damp
and most of the kids were a bit messy to put it mildly. Mark hung around a
bit at the end mainly to see which way Arron went. He hadn't got the
slightest idea what he was going to do then but he felt he had to do
something.

'Shit.' Mark looked across to the chain link fencing. Arron was examining a
bicycle that had seen better days. 'Fuckin' puncture.'

'Whassup, Arron, aintcha got a pump?' Mark walked over as most of the other
boys were on their way.  Unbelievable, he was left with his idol and a
knackered bike.

'No,' Arron looked close to tears. Mark felt a lump in his throat as well
as one start in his training bottoms, this kid was adorable. He was about
five feet six or thereabouts, a cute fresh face with short cut blonde hair
and the smoothest legs and arms Mark had ever seen. The muddy shorts, the
scattering of freckles across his slightly upturned nose and the earthy
smears on his legs and arms made him even more desirable.

'Where do you live?'

'Up Clarendon Avenue.'

'I live that way,' Mark put his hand on the boy's thin shoulders, he could
feel the body warmth through the thin material of the kid's football top
which was a Newcastle United copy strip.

'I haven't even got a repair kit indoors,' Arron whinged. 'I'll have to go
down Halfords this afternoon.'

'I've got a kit indoors,' Mark grinned. He'd just seen the light at the end
of the tunnel. 'I live on your way so we can pop in and do it.' When he
said 'do it' he was thinking of other things rather than the puncture but
young Arron wasn't to know that.

'Really,' Arron's face lit up. 'You don't mind.' His sad face was gone
replaced by a sunny smile. Mark's legs buckled, this kid was so fuckin'
beautiful.

'Come on kid,' he casually draped his arm around Arron's shoulder and they
were on their way. It was only a fifteen minute walk but Mark felt like a
God. he had his Arron and he wasn't letting go.

'Good job I don't have to rush,' Arron chattered on. 'My people left me
some grub, they're not back home 'til around nine.'

'Stacks of time to fix a puncture,' Mark replied. 'You can have a bath as
well, my people are away for the weekend.'

'Dunno about that,' Arron laughed and looked at Mark sideways. 'Don't want
to spoil your Saturday.'

Spoil it? Mark's head span. This could be the making of it. They walked the
rest of the way in silence, Mark wondered if he's overdone it a bit but
Arron seemed unconcerned. Needless to say it started to rain on the way
which gave Arron an excuse to moan but didn't faze Mark too much, it might
suit his purpose.

'Here we are,' Mark declared as they reached his house, he took the bike
from Arron and pushed it upto the kitchen door with the boy following.
'Wanna cold drink?' he asked as he propped the bike up against the wall.

'Wouldn't mind a tea,' Arron replied shyly.

'No probs,' Mark grinned. 'Take your shirt off, it's soaking.' He switched
the oven on and dropped the door allowing hot air to drift out into the
kitchen. As he examined the bike and waited for the kettle to boil he saw
Arron peel off his wet shirt and dangle it in front of the now hot oven.

They had their tea and Mark really had difficulty keeping his eyes from the
boy's smooth underdeveloped chest. Arron was a boy on the verge of youth,
his pale well formed body yet had to take on definition but it was
beautiful all the same, he had peach fuzz on his arms but nevertheless
Mark's eyes were constantly drawn to the boy's crotch where to be honest
absolutely nothing was visible.

'Nothing wrong with the tyre,' Mark declared after a brief
investigation. 'The valve came undone or someone loosened it.'

'Bastards,' Arron cursed but seemed relieved that it was nothing
worse. 'You gotta pump.'

'No probs.' Mark grinned. Now to get the kid upstairs. 'Well if you don't
have to rush home ......'

'Yeah?'

'You may as well come up and watch a bit of the sport on TV.'

'May as well,' Arron agreed. 'It's still raining anyway.'

'Just take your boots off, my Mum'll murder me if I leave mud all through
the house.'

'I know the feeling,' Arron laughed and tugged his trainers off, his
football boots were still draped over the crossbar of his bike. 'I'll take
my socks off as well, leave them down here to dry out.'

'Why not,' Mark was almost dribbling. Without any real effort he had his
prey down to muddy football shorts and whatever he had on underneath.
Things were getting better and better. He realised with some misgivings
that the more clothes Arron took off the more childlike the boy became, no
way did this kid look fifteen but if anything that made him even more
attractive, even more desirable. 'Come on,' he smiled encouragingly and led
the way upto his room.

Arron seemed a bit uncomfortable at first but any boy who's capable of
stripping half naked in a stranger's house is not lacking in courage
although maybe a little short on common sense. He probably thought that as
Mark was only sixteen and knew the other kids that he was a regular guy,
this was far from the truth. Mark was a boy fancier, more importantly he
was a boy fancier who had never realised his ambition of having a helpless
boy at his mercy. In his own mind Mark knew his moment of truth was upon
him.

He was almost certain Arron was 'game'.  Why else should the kid happily
come indoors with him and then allow himself to strip almost naked and then
tamely wander into another person's bedrooom.

'Make yourself comfy,' Mark waved at the bed as there was only one chair
and that was devoted to the computer.

'You sure about this,' Arron seemed to be having second thoughts, he
perched nervously on the side of the bed and looked around. It was a
typical boy's bedroom, the bed was a bit larger than normal but the
remainder was pretty much the same as his was.

'Here we are,' Mark murmured as he crouched and turned the television on,
it was hard not to look at the little blonde kid perched on the edge of his
bed. Physically Mark appreciated that he was larger and stronger than
Arron, the problem was how was he going to get to make love to the boy.

'Eminem, S Club 8, Aerosmith and Westlife,' Arron mused as he surveyed the
posters decorating the comfortable bedroom. 'No girls?'

'It's the music not the gender,' Mark declaimed not quite appreciating the
remark. What girl could compare with Calvin and Aaron. What? Was the boy
stupid or something.

'Oh, I see,' Arron grinned at Mark. 'I thought you preferred boys to
girls.'

'I do.'

That as they say in the Old British Book of Etiquette is a conversation
stopper.

'Oh,' Arron looked confused for a moment and then gave Mark a slight
smile. 'You're talking about singers and whatnot.'

'Not just singers,' Mark shuffled closer and placed his hand on Aaron's
smooth thigh just at the hem of his shorts. He looked at Arron and smiled
slightly, he was sure he was broadcasting love, surely the boy could see
it.

'Er, excuse me,' Arron blushed a bit and gently removed Mark's hand. 'Let's
not get carried away.'

'Why not?' Mark spoke in what he thought was a reasonable tone. 'We're in
my bedroom, we've got the afternoon to ourselves, what's the hassle he
moved in clser yet and draped his arm around Arron's thin shoulders and
hugged the boy nearly fainting at the boy's body heat and the scent of the
kid. Funk and hormones. He felt his penis begin to leak inside his briefs,
this lad was a serious turnon.

'Time for me to go,' Arron gave a shaky laugh and tried to rise from the
bed. He'd suddenly realised what he'd let himself in for, Mark was after
his body, he could even see a pointy in the older boy's track suit
bottom. It was time to go.

'No it isn't,' Mark held onto Arron and bore him back onto the
bed. 'Where's the harm, ther's just the two of us.' He did something he'd
been wanting to do since Arron had removed his shirt. He ducked his head
and took the boy's coral pink nipple into his mouth, his hand dropped onto
the boy's groin and felt the soft mass between the kid's legs .... not too
bad for a pretty small fifteen year old.

'Gerroff, for Christ's sake,' Arron struggled. 'Have you gone fuckin' mad
or something.' He tried to get off the bed but Mark's weight kept him
pinned. 'You're a fuckin' poof.'

'Shut up, you foul mouthed little prick,' Mark nipped Arron's nipple maybe
a bit of pain might calm him down, he could swear that the boy's sex was
thickening and hardening but the boy's cock wasn't what he was after. His
head moved up and he eyeballed Aaron face to face. His head dipped and he
briefly kissed the struggling boy on the lips.

'Uuurgh,' Arron screwed up his face in disgust. 'Homo cunt.'

That was it. Mark's fagile control slipped leaving his beast almost free.

'He dipped his head again, this time he lay his full weight on Arron and
kissed again. As the boy's lips remained firmly shut he pinched Arron's
nose and as the boy opened his mouth for air slipped his tongue into the
warm wetness searching for a partner.

'Mmmmpfh,' Arron bit Mark's tongue.

'Shite,' Mark screamed from the pain, he could feel the warmth and the
taste of blood in his mouth. He rocked back on his knees on the bed and
lashed out with his half closed fist catching Arron on the side of the
mouth, then as the boy struggled to rise he hit him again a classic right
hander to the side of the jaw.

Arron's eyes closed and he flopped back onto the bed. He was out for a
count of ten.

Mark rushed to the bathroom containing his mouthful of blood and spat it
out into the handbasin. A quick rinse and he was feeling a bit better. His
tongue was still bleeding but there didn't seem to be any serious
damage. He looked in the mirror and wondered. He had a good body, he was
good looking, how the hell could the little pratt treat him like this. He
grabbed the pot of lotion his mum used for handcream and returned to the
fray. No more Mr Nice Guy.

Back in the bedroom Arron was on his side, he was alive that was for sure,
he had grabbed the pillow and was clutching it to his face clearly
expecting more of the same. However, Mark had the running now, he was mad
and he knew exactly what he wanted and what he was about to do.

He roughly pulled Arron's legs spreading the boy onto his back, Arron
clutched the pillow over his face as if to hide. Mark could hear muffled
sobs but he steeled himself, the prick had asked for it after all. He
tugged Arron's shorts and boxers down, the boy made no move other than to
clutch the pillow with one hand and try and keep hold of his shorts with
the other, he had no chance.

Marl knelt on the bed and studied what was before him, Arron's slight
suntan faded to pure white at his small rounded belly, he had a fuzzy pubic
bush that still had growth to come but his penis was gorgeous. It wasn't
hard and it wasn't relaxed, it was in that inbetweeny state. About four
inches long and still with some growth left, Mark gently peeled the
foreskin back to expose the red glans. On impulse he ducked his head and
gave the shiny head a quick lick.

Arron's cock jerked and Mark was sure it grew a little. 'Pervert.' That was
a muffled sob from beneath the pillow.

'This is perverted,' Mark slipped his finger under the limp organ and slid
his mouth over it tasting for the very first time a boy's cock and he was
hooked. As the warm mass thickend on his mouth he held Arron's hips
flicking his tongue around the slippery glans contained in his mouth. It
was getting fully erect in spite of Arron's muffled curses and groans but
enough was enough. He suddenly let Arron's boyhood go, so much for Mr
Straight Boy, the kid's penis was laying up his belly at a full stretch of
just under five inches, the foreskin was fully retracted and the reddy pink
glans gleamed and shone with Mark's saliva.

'Whatcha doing,' Arron squealed as he felt himself flipped over and his
shorts pulled down at the back as well as the front exposing his pure white
bottom to Mark's eager gaze.

'Beautiful,' Mark breathed raggedly and swallowed the blood in his mouth,
thank Christ it seemed to be slowing down. He tugged the shorts free of
Arron's feet leaving the boy totally naked and defenceless on his bed. It
was time for his beast to be uncaged, for it to come out and have some fun.

'Leave me alone,' Arron looked around briefly but seeing Mark glaring at
him with blood on his lips and chin promptly dived into his comforting
pillow again. Perhaps it was all a bad dream.

Mark looked at the quivering and trembling boy, he quickly peeled off his
bloodstained t-shirt and dropped his trousers, a quick fumble around with
trainers and sox and he was naked.

'Whatcha doing?' Arron squawked as he felt Mark's bare knees inside his own
forcing them out and then the horror of dry lips skimming across his cheeks
and finally a kiss. 'You fuckin' sick bastard,' he spat out into the
pillow.

'Shut it, pumkin,' Mark grinned as he gave one pure white buttock a good
slap, he watched in delight as his palm print suddenly appeared in bright
red against the snowy skin. He squirted his mother's lotion onto his
fingers and shoved then between Arron's tightly clenched buns holing in
one.

Arron shrieked and spasmed as he felt two stiff and oiled fingers force
their way into his virgin hole, his most private place had been invaded. If
he'd have been coherent he'd have appreciated the fact that Mark was trying
to make thing's easy, the older boy didn't want to tear or damage the
younger. He just wanted to fuck.

'Stop it, stop it,' Arron wriggled and squirmed but Mark had his left
forearm across his shoulders pinning him to the bed.

Then the final indignity. Arron felt the fingers slip free after coating
the inside of his cheeks to be replaced by something much larger, a warm
mass, spongy yet hard. 'Nooooo,' he wailed as he felt an intense pressure
at his sphincter and then a pain followed by a filling. He felt like he was
being filled by one of those large cucumbers you see down the market. He
really felt that his ring was going to tear or to split and then a slight
easing ..... Mark's knob, Mark's oiled glans was inside his back door. He'd
been taken, his cherry had been well and truly popped but this was just the
beggining.

Arron wasn't a stupid kid. He knew that he was bing raped and that he
couldn't do much about it. He knew that if he fought it would be more
painful, he decided to relax and try and get it over with. This fucker was
going to die for this afternoon.

'That's better,' Mark crooned fucking his way deeper into Arron's exquisite
tightness. The kid must like it, he'd eased off, he could feel the boy's
bottom relax, no more fighting. He placed his forearms either side of
Arron's slim torso and raised his pelvis and started to pump into Arron's
delightfully warm boy fanny sinking deeper and deeper. 'Alright kid?'

'Fuck off, perv,' Arron groaned. 'You're fuckin' killing me.' He made a
toked struggle but he couldn't shake off the older and heavier boy.

'You love it,' Mark was moving a little faster now covering the back of
Arron's neck and shoulders with kisses, leaving the boy bearing bloody lip
marks on his smooth shoulders.

'Piss off. You're fuckin' hurting me,' Arron's voice tailed off in a
sob. He clutched his pillow tighter and prayed for his ordeal to end.

'Yeah, yeah,' Mark was well into his stride now, his fair pubics crushed up
against Arron's soft butt and his full six and a bit was totally immersed
in hot boy flesh. So tight, so totally wicked. He now took on a regular
motion, sliding and thrusting deep inside the smaller boy feeling the vague
heat rising in his loins. It was going to be over too soon but it would be
an afternon to remember. He pulled Arron half onto his side and fucked
getting faster and faster, thrusting and ramming ingnoring the boy's
piteous moans as he corkscrewed into the oh so tight little butt.

'You'll fuckin' die for this,' Arron threatened and waited for the end. He
just wanted the thick cock in his belly to leave him and to rest, he'd been
raped and his mind was in a turmoil. How the hell had all this happened. It
started with a puncture. Good title for a song or a book he winced again as
Mark dug a little too deep. He was being fucked and his mind was going full
blast. No one should ever know about this but then again how did he get his
revenge? That, as the Yanks would say, is the sixty four dollar question.

'Yeah,' Mark drove Arron onto his belly again and forced his legs even
wider apart forcing his bum up. 'I'm cuming.'

'Jesus,' Arron moaned but he was alone.

'Oh, Arron,' Mark sighed as he felt his penis seem to expand even further
and then the surges as his hot spunk jetted and shot into Arron's tight
little white arse. He fucked and then stopped as his cock jerked again
sending a second load of creamy cum deep into the smaller boy, a third load
and fourth. It seemed to go on forever. He could feel his sticky cum
between Arron's cheeks and in his own pubics. It was the cum of the
century, he kissed the back of Arron's sweaty neck as his beast crept back
into it's cage.

It was all over, he was drained and he was spent.

He rolled onto his side again bearing the boy with him, he idly stirred his
relaxing hardness in it's spunk filled tunnel, suprisingly enough Arron
briefly pushed back onto him as if reluctant to let go. Finally, Mark slid
free in a spill of spent cum and blood.

Blood. Mark sat up alarmed. Before the boy could say anything he pushed him
back onto his belly and forced his cheeks apart.

'No, please,' Arron cried out thinking he was about to be assaulted again.

'It's alright,' Mark muttered, He could see that Arron's ring had a tiny
split on the side, nothing serious. Nothing that warm water and a bit of
ointment wouldn't take care off.

'It's alright, you cunt,' Arron snarled and slid to the edge of the
bed. 'I'm going to the bathroom and don't come in.'

Mark lay on the bed and thought thoughts. Now what. He'd commited a serious
offence, he'd raped a minor, where the hell was this going to finish. Being
nice to Arron might be a start but he felt from the kid's attitude that he
was in for a hard time. He could have destroyed his own life for an
afternoon of carnal pleasure. He closed his eyes, he'd done it. What was
done was done, anything else would be damage limitation. He remembered his
Dad telling him once about how he was locked up for the night for some
minor misdeed. Dad had said that once you'd done the naughty and you were
captured, relax. The matter was out of your hands. Pretty negative advice
but Mark knew what his father had meant.

He was still thinking and it seemed an age before Arron finally
appeared. He'd clearly washed and he'd purploined a tattered bathrobe from
the bathroom.

'You bled all over my shoulders,' he looked at Mark and amazingly
grinned. 'Hope it hurts like hell.'

'It does,' Mark admitted.

'Good. So does my bum,' Arron gingerly sat on the computer chair and stared
at Mark still sprawled on the bed. 'Put you trousers on, your body makes me
sick.'

'Sorry,' Mark grovelled. He clambered into his track suit without bothering
with his boxers. What was going to happen now. 'Look Arron, I'm really
sorry about this afternoon. I just got carried away. It's just I liked you
so much and ..........'

'And you raped me,' Arron finished off. 'If you 'liked' me so much how come
you humiliated me and hurt me. Funny way of liking someone.'

'I dunno.' Mark was at a loss for words. How could he explain the love that
had driven him to do this thing. And again, was it love or just sheer
animal lust. He just didn't know.'

'I liked you,' Arron continued quite conversationally. 'I thought we were
gonna watch a bit of TV and that was it but you turned into a fuckin'
animal.'

'Sorry.'

'Sorry, sorry, fuckin' sorry. Is that all you can say,' Arron yelled. 'You
will be fuckin' sorry once I've seen my doctor and told him about
this. You'll have the flashing blue lights around this evening I reckon.'

'You can't prove it,' Mark shot back defiantly.

'Don't be a wally all your life,' Arron sneered completely in control of
himself. 'Ever heard of DNA. You're a dead man, Romeo.'

'For fuck sake, I've said I'm sorry. Can't I make it up to you somehow.'

'I could blackmail you forever,' Arron grinned wolfishly. 'But that's not
my style.'

'And?'

'I take my revenge,' Arron looked at the older boy. Mark noticed the
youngster was fiddling with the front of his bathrobe and a sudden surge of
hope rose in his chest. The little sod was randy.

'How?' Mark looked at the blonde boy sitting opposite.

'If I report this, you'll get arrested,' Arron spoke quietly. 'When you're
nicked you'll go to Juvenile Prison and they'll tear the arse out of a good
looking sixteen year old like you, you'll be a well fucked bum boy in a
month.'

Mark winced at the thought and the trouble was that he knew Arron was dead
right. Whatever the youngster had in mind he was well and truly at the
boy's mercy. 'Go on,' he mumbled avoiding Arron's glare.

'I must admit I quite liked it when you gave me a little suck,' Arron's
glare disappeared and he grinned again. He flipped his bathrobe apart for a
moment and Mark saw that the boy was as hard as a rock and his penis at
full stretch was a meaty five inches or so, the kid was no pigmy
considering he was a pretty underdeveloped fifteen year old.

'Glad I did something right,' Mark ventured a grin.

'It's not fuckin' funny pal,' Arron scowled. 'A bit of a suck and then I
get to fuck you. You get to be my bitch for a bit.'

'What about afterwards?'

'What about it?' Arron shrugged. 'We keep clear of each other or ......'

'Or what?'

'Or ..... maybe we become friends.' Arron smiled. 'All depends if you keep
on the right side of me.'

'Fair enough,'Mark sighed with relief. He seemed to have some out of it
well, the thought of prison and a ruined life was receding it was just a
matter of keeping Arron happy. He wasn't into being fucked but it seemed
his options were limited.

'On your knees, rapist,' Arron settled back on the chair and opened the
robe, his youthful cock strained outwards full clear of it's foreskin
sheath.

'It'd be more comfortable on the bed.'

'You're right,' Arron shed the robe and naked as a baby flopped onto the
bed and spread his legs. 'Suck me, Marky.'

As Mark began to climb up on the bed Arron stopped him and told him to get
naked. 'I wanna see you get a hard on when you suck me, then I'll know your
really queer.' Perhaps he was quoting some childish logic but Mark did as
he was told, it didn't really matter, he was hard already at the thought of
sucking on the fifteen year old's sweet meat laying up on his smooth belly.

'Did you enjoy fucking me?' Arron whispered as a naked Mark got on the bed
and knelt between his outstretched legs.

'Yeah, beautiful,' Mark spoke wondering if he'd said the right thing.

'Yeah,' Arron grinned. 'You sounded like a happy bunny. Now, suck, you
bastard.'

Mark gently held the warm hardness upright and slowly swiped his tongue
over the bulging lans and as Arron sighed he trickled his tongue down the
surprisingly thick shaft and took one and then both of the boy's swollen
nuts into his mouth.

'Aaaagh,' Arron prodded upwards and actually ran his hands through Mark's
unkempt hair as the older boy munched and sucked his scrotum and then
licked his way back up the engorged fleshy staff.  'You've done this
before,' Aaron giggled.

Mark concentrated on the job in hand. It was essential to keep the boy
happy, the chit chat could wait until later.

He held Arron's now slippery shaft and sank his head over the boy's weeping
glans, the taste of precum was there and he sucked taking the thin fluid
down his gut. Arron began gently thrusting upwards as Mark's head began to
bob up and down. Mark made the effort and allowed Arron's cock to slip
right down to his gullet breathing down his nose which was now buried in
Arron's soft pubics. Up and down, suck, up and down again, suck again,
Arron was going wild trying to face fuck without cuming but a hormone
driven fifteen year old has no chance under these conditions.

'I'm cuming, Marky.' Arron wailed.

Mark had time to notice the use of Marky for the second time before his
mouth was full of spurting cock splattering into his mouth and coating his
teeth and gums with creamy splashes of thick boy spunk. He gagged and
swallowed drinking Arron's thick cock dry as the boy climaxed like a young
horse.

'Cor, that was something else,' Arron smiled at his partner as Mark gulped
wiping cum from his lips. 'You've nearly redeemed youself. Promise me no
fucking around and we can have a cuddle in bed.'

'Really,' Mark grinned, he felt that he was slowly sliding of a bloody
great meathook. Maybe things were going to work out O.K. after all.

'Yeah, really,' Arron grinned and slid under the bedding making way for
Mark. 'It's only three o'clcock, I've got another six hours before my
people are home.'

'Mine are away for the weekend.' Mark snuggled upto Arron's smooth
warmness. Why couldn't it have been like this in the first place.

'How many boys have you had up here and raped then?' Arron grinned
cheerfully, he had the upper hand and he knew it.

'I've only had sex with one other boy and that was willing,' Mark sighed
thinking back to his last boyfriend who had moved out of town.

'So why me?'

'I think you're beautiful. I've got a bit of a love job on ya,' Mark
admitted avoiding Arron's questioning look.

'Bloody funny way of showing it,' Arron smiled and reaching down grasped
Mark's re-aroused erection. 'Could be right I suppose,' he laughed and to
Mark's total amazement kissed him on the nose. 'There you go, Marky. A
bonus.'

'Are you interested in me or just pulling my chain, taking the piss?' Mark
turned and reaching out put his arms around the smaller boy in the warmth
of the bed.

'I dunno,' Arron admitted snuggling in. He wriggled when he felt Mark's
hands on his smooth buns. 'Down boy,' he giggled. 'We've got a score to
settle yet.'

'God, I like you so much,' Mark groaned and hugged Arron kissing him on the
neck.

'Say 'love you so much' and you can kiss me on the lips.' Arron whispered
his mouth against Mark's cheek. 'And I won't bite.'

'Love you so much,' Mark sobbed. There he'd said it, he'd never said it
before not even to his long gone boyfriend.'Yeah, I do love you Arron, I
really do.'

'Good,' Arron's lips met Mark's and a moment later his flickering tongue
was deep in Mark's mouth, this time there was no biting.

'You're hard again,' Mark exclaimed as they surfaced for air.

'Must be my youth,' Arron giggled. 'I'm always hard.'

'Fuck me, Arron,' Mark went onto his back bringing Arron on top. He stroked
the boy's ultra smooth cheeks and pulled him in tightly as if wanting to
absorb the beatiful blonde into his own body.

'It'll take forever,' Arron protested.

'Don't you believe it,' Mark grinned, he'd already felt the smear of precum
on Arron's cock, the kid was up for it already.

'Where's that glop?'

'Take your revenge, I'm a bit sweaty anyway and you've started to dribble a
bit.'

'Your pain, mister,' Arron knelt up under the bedding getting the idea as
Mark drew his knees back to his chest. 'Ready?'

'Do it.'

'Aaaaargh,' Mark moaned as Arron's surprisingly thick hardness speared into
him and spread his ring, an instant later he felt the warmth and the
thickness filling him in one sure hard thrust. 'Steady, Arron.' he held the
boy's hips trying to slow his penetration but Arron was already fucking
gaining more depth with each thrust. 'Ooooh,' Mark relaxed, the pain was
gone in an instant and he was savouring the one off feeling you get when
someone you like and love is filling your body with their flesh. He slipped
his legs onto Arron's sweat sheened back and kissed the boy's sweet lips.

'You alright?' Arron was now moving in and out effortmessly on a coating of
sweat and precum. This was his first fuck although he wasn't going to tell
Mark that just yet, maybe later. He'd never imagined such pleasure. The
heat and the tightness and although he wasn't going to mention it to Mark
he thought the sixteen year old was a dream boat.

The rape had soured him but once he was in the bathroom he saw how he could
use it and he did. Now he had the older boy, he had a hold on him but from
what Mark had said he had no worries about losing his new boyfriend, the
older boy was as hooked as he was.

'This is gonna kill me,' Arron gasped as he rammed and lunged into Mark's
totally willing flesh.

'Take your time, jack rabbit,' Mark smiled and clutched Arron's sweaty
body. 'It'll cum .... you've always got time for seconds.'

'Yeah,' Arron smiled and started to fuck slowly savouring the ins and outs,
the kisses and the caresses. Life was good, as he slipped in and out of
Mark's tight little butthole he felt a change in himself. He'd progressed
from boyhood into manhood in one pain filled and then loving afternoon and
it was all down to Mark whatever his faults. 'Love you Mark,' he started to
hammer away, he could feel the tingle at the base of his penis, it wouldn't
be much of a cum but there would be something. Anyway, he had one final
suprise for his older lover.

'Oh, yeah,' Mark groaned, he could feel his hardness being massaged between
their bellies and he could also feel that Arron was getting near his second
climax. 'Do it, Arron. Fuck me,' he clutched the boy's pumping buns pulling
Arron in tightly.

'Yeah,' Arron giggled as he felt his cock jerk in it's fleshy sheath and
the heat as his second cum spurted and splashed into Mark's battered ring.

''Hey, two on the trot,' Mark grinned tiredly as Arron slid free and
flopped alongside him nuzzling and kissing at his damp skin. 'I am in
love,' he grinned at the smaller boy. 'No doubt about it.'

'Prove it.' Arron kissed him and they shared tongues. 'Fuck me gently, fuck
me as if you love me.'

'You're bum's got to be sore,' Mark objected. 'Forget at that bollocks this
afternoon, I don't want to hurt you again.'

'Put stacks of that cream stuff on,' Arron insisted and be gentle. 'You've
got to show me you can be gentle, do you know what I mean. I don't want to
go to bed with you if you're gonna act like an animal every time. Show me
you can be kind to me.'

'Lay on your side,' Mark gave up. He knew the kid was right, he had to
prove to Arron and himself that he could keep the beast under
control. There could never be anything between them until the afternoon's
episode was dead and buried.

He started by gently massaging Arron's pucker with an oiled finger, Arron
hurt but he was willing. Mark applied the oil both inside and out and
fought his beast back all the way. He wanted to plunge into Arron's sweet
arse and fuck the boy to death but that would also be the death of any sort
of future relationship for both of them.

'It hurts,' Arron whined.

'I'll stop,' Mark was frustrated but he hid it well.

'No don't,' Arron smiled bravely. 'I want you in me, I want you to love
me.'

Mark resumed his oiling, he finally put two fingers deep into Arron's but
stroking and massaging the youthful prostate until Arron finally begged him
to stop. 'Do me,' Arron mumbled. 'Fuck me, Mark.'

Mark moved up behind his young lover both on their sides and slid his now
weeping penis between Arron's smooth buns and nudged his glans at the boy's
well oiled and stretched ring. 'Ready, Arron?'

'Stay perfectly still,' Arron ordered and then pushed himself back.

Mark gasped as he felt the boy's tight bottom slip over his glans and the
body heat surround his hardness yet again. 'Arron,' he sighed as he felt
his boy lover pushing back onto his raging hardness.

'Yessss,' Arron groaned. 'I can feel it, it's so big, so hot,' he
giggled. 'Gimme babies, Mark.'

Mark grinned at his lover's sweaty neck and kissing nibbling Arron's cute
little ears he gently and slowly fucked until Arron started to beg.

'Over,' Arron grunted and went onto his belly with Mark following still
slowly fucking the blonde's well relaxed boy fanny. 'Now..... harder,'
Arron shoved his sweet bottom up onto Mark's thrusts. 'Now Marky.' Arron
shoved up hard as Mark finished of in a flurry of sweaty slaps and burst
another creamy thick climax deep into his lover's wriggling body.

They collapsed glued together with sweat, cum and love.

'Now that's what I call a fuck,' Arron craned his head around for a
kiss. 'Whatcha gonna call yours.'

'My what?' Mark stirred his softening penis in Arron's cum filled tunnel.

'Well,' Arron spoke patiently. 'You gimme twins at least, you name one and
I'll do the other.'

'Silly pratt,' Mark murmured fondly hugging his new found love. He glanced
at the clock, they had another three hours. 'Where's it gonna end, Arron.?'

'Who cares?' Arron grinned and pushed back onto his softening lover. 'It's
only just started, Marky.'


					THE END


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