Date: Fri, 14 May 1999 19:28:14 -0700
From: BC Dude <bc_dude@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark (and Me) Chapter 8 (gay/highschool)

MARK (t/t)

Copyright BC Dude, 1998 bc_dude@hotmail.com

WARNING -- What's the point! GAY SEX

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Mark

by BC Dude

Chapter 8

Mark, Glen and I jumped into our car and pulled out of the school parking
lot and headed to Dave's house. I don't think anyone said anything during
that five minute trip. We were all too worried and nothing seemed to fit
anyway. Dave met us at the door.

Dave looked like hell. He had little color in his face, if you don't count
the red and swollen eyes. Dave didn't say a word as he let us in. Once
inside he led us to his room where Mike lay face down on Dave's bed.

Dave went over to Mike and told him that we were there. Mike rolled over
and sat up on the edge of the bed, his head hung and his face was in his
hands. He looked like a little child, instead of the six foot body-builder
frame he was working on. Dave whispered something in his ear and gently
pulled Mike's hands from his face.

"Holy Shit!" the three of us said as we saw his face. Both eyes were nearly
swollen shut and his lip was split open.

"You need to see a doctor," I said as we rushed to Mike's side and he
wrapped his arms around Dave.

"I can't," Mike sobbed.

"Why not?" Mark asked.

"I don't want dad to get into any trouble for this."

"That son of a bitch does this to you and you try to protect him? He
deserves to be fucking shot," Mark yelled.

"No, no, no, no, no," Mike sobbed. "He may die because of what I did and I
won't do that to him too," he pleaded.

"Fine, if you don't want him to get in trouble, that's fine, but you need
to get that lip stitched and your eyes looked at," I insisted. "We're going
to the hospital NOW and you can tell them someone on the street beat you
up. Let's go now."

Dave was helping Mike up with Mark's and Glen's help. I decided to call my
dad and have him meet us at the hospital. We were just out of the driveway
when Dave's mom pulled in. I don't know if she recognized us or not and I
didn't look back to see. Dave held Mike in his arms all the way to the
Hospital.

Mark nearly collided with dad as we both pulled into the hospital parking
lot. We found parking spaces beside each other and dad was out of his car
before we could open a door.

"Okay guys, how's Mike and what happe-- Good God Mike! Your father did
that? He'll NEVER touch you again, believe me."

"No please, he's had a heart attack because of me. Don't do anything!" Mike
pleaded.

I could tell dad was furious, but Mike's pleas and the fact that his dad
was already in hospital probably saved him. Dad led us into the Emergency
room and demanded that someone look at Mike immediately. The poor admitting
clerk was trying to get some information about Mike and his insurance but
was relieved when an orderly came and took Mike away. Dad settled down and
started to cooperate.

"Shall I call the police to report the beating, Sir?" the clerk asked.

"No, not yet. Let's see what Mike has to say fir--" dad cut his comments
short as he recognized someone on the other side of the room and walked
over to him.

Mark didn't say anything but it was clear he knew the guy too.

Dad continued a rather animated conversation with the poor guy for about
five minutes. All the time his arms were flapping and he shook his fist in
the air more than once. In the end the other guy patted dad on the shoulder
and they shook hands and parted. The guy went into the emergency treatment
area and dad came back to us.

"That son of a bitch," dad mumbled as he came up to us.

"What did that guy do?" I asked.

"Oh, not him, Mike's dad. That guy is the counselor that Mark and his
parents have been seeing."

"Oh," I said.

Nearly two hours passed before Mike came out of the emergency room in a
wheel chair. Dave rushed over to him.

"Mike, what's wrong?"

Mike sat there staring straight ahead, if you can call it staring with two
eyes swollen shut.

"He'll be okay," the guy said that was pushing the wheel chair. "He's just
a little dozy. The doctor gave him a couple of shots for the pain and to
settle him down a bit. Oh, by the way, I'm Richard. I know Mark, you must
be Dave, Jim, and Glen," he said and extended his hand.

We each shook his hand and introduced ourselves.

Richard suggested we needed to talk and led us to a meeting room. He filled
us in on Mike's physical and mental condition, then told us about Mike's
dad. He told us that his heart attack wasn't very serious and he would make
a full recovery. Richard also told us that we all had a lot to deal with in
regards to Mike's, Dave's, and Glen's parents. But for now, the main thing
was to help Mike.

"For now," Richard continued, "Mike is going home with you guys. Dave
should go home to his house and so should Glen. Neither of their parents
know what's going on yet and we can't have the whole town at your place."

"But Mike needs me," Dave protested. "He needs to know I'm there, I need to
be there for him."

Richard looked at the two and realized he didn't have a hope. "Look Dave, I
guess what I meant was that your parents don't know what's going on and
probably the only way you could stay with Mike tonight is if you tell
them. Are you ready for that?"

Dave looked at each of us but we had no answer for him. I knew the pain he
was feeling. He needed to be with Mike, but we also knew he would have to
face his parents with the truth first, and that was something that only he
could do. In the end, Dave resigned himself to being alone.

Dad took Mike home with him, leaving Mark and me to drop off Dave and
Glen. Dave still looked a little shaken when we dropped him off. Glen
turned to me as we pulled up at his place.

"Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"Mark told me last night that you and he are in love. I'm sorry if I got
between you two. Can we still be friends?"

Glen looked like a scared rabbit as his eyes quickly searched from me to
Mark and back to me again.

"Of course, dude! We love you as a friend and we always will!" I answered.

Glen let out a huge sigh of relief, hugged us both and bolted for his
door. Mark and I held hands as he drove us home.

Home was a hive of activity when we arrived. Mike was stretched out on the
couch and Rob was keeping him company. Mom was flying around the house with
linens and somewhere in between found time to stir whatever was cooking on
the stove. Dad was busy in his office making call after call. Finally,
supper was ready and we all gathered to eat.

Mom had prepared some special soft dishes for Mike. Seems he also had a
hair line fracture in his jaw and chewing anything would be very
painful. Of course it was almost funny watching him try to coordinate his
still frozen lip to get the food in and keep it in. It became a joke after
a while and mom tied a napkin around his neck to catch the dribbles. Mike's
spirits started to raise, but every grin was followed by a wince of pain. I
guess the freezing was coming out.

We had just finished supper when the doorbell rang and Rob ran to get it. A
few moments later Rob returned, with Dave ... and his parents!

Dave introduced everybody around and Dave's mom was busy giving some
attention to Mike. Dave's dad looked ready to kill. The tension in the room
was so thick you could've cut it with a knife. Dave's dad must have sensed
the growing tension and quickly moved to put everyone at ease.

"Dave came home today with quite a story," he began, "and I have to admit
I'm not happy about it, but Dave is our son and I've told him that we stand
behind him."

Everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief as Dave's dad continued.

"Mike?"

"Mmmmmm?"

"Mike, I've always liked you and certainly would not have complained if my
daughter told me you were to be our son in law. So, welcome to the family,"
Dave's dad said as he first extended his hand and then moved closer and
gave him a hug.

Mike returned the hug and began to cry on Dave's dad's shoulder. Dave held
on as the tears flowed down his face and we all heard a broken "thank you"
between the sobs.

Dave's dad motioned for Dave to come over and they gently moved Mike to
Dave who took him from the room. They sat together in the living room,
hugging each other while the rest of us stayed in the kitchen.

"If it's okay with you folks," Dave's dad continued, "Dave can stay here
with Mike tonight, but I expect both Dave and Mike home tomorrow. Mike can
stay with us until this mess is sorted out. I'll tell you, it's a damn good
thing Mike's dad had that heart attack, `cause I would have put him in the
hospital myself. NO ONE, absolutely NO ONE has the right to treat their
kids like that!"

Dave's dad almost looked like a cartoon character. His face turned beet red
with anger and outrage, veins stood out on his forehead and neck. He was
really upset.

"I'm not happy about having a gay son, but I know enough about it that he
is what he is and nothing can change that," Dave's dad continued. "It's not
his fault and I'm gonna do whatever I have to do to make sure he's
happy. He's my son, for Christ's sake, and I love him."

Dave's dad settled down a bit and we talked for some time about what had
been really going on. They left a few hours later and the house settled
down to a near normal routine. Mom got busy again with more linens and
blankets and then called me to my room. I couldn't believe it.

"Wow mom, you've been busy," I said as I walked into my room.

Mom had moved in the big double inflatable mattress and made it up for Mike
and Dave with Glen's help.

Mom just smiled and gave me a hug as she left the room with Glen.

Moments later, Mark and Dave helped Mike into the room. The four of us
stood inside the door for a few moments before anyone spoke.

"Thanks, guys," Mike said. "Thanks for being there for me."

The four of us hugged together for a long time. It felt so good having my
friends around me, and I felt good about being able to lend some
support. We would always be friends and nothing could ever destroy that.

"Hey Jim, what's this I hear about you and Mark getting married?" Mike
asked.

"Something happened yesterday and we both realized how much we love each
other," Mark said.

"So when is the happy day?" Dave asked.

Mark and I looked at each other, a blank look on our faces.

"Uhhhh, good question," I said. "I don't think we even thought about
it. Shit, I don't even know if it's legal!"

"It isn't," Dave offered.

"How the hell do you know?" Mark asked.

"Cause Mike and I checked it out. It isn't legal yet."

"Well nothing can stop me from loving Jim."

"And nothing can stop Mark and I from exchanging our own vows either."

"That's what we Mike and I decided too."

"Hey guys," I said. "I've got an idea. How about we do it up at the cabin
at Christmas time?"

"Yeah!" a joint chorus came from Mark, Mike, and Dave.

"Oh shit!" Mark said.

"What?" we all asked at the same time.

"What about our parents? Don't you think they'll want to be there?"

"Not for what I have in mind," I said with an evil grin.

"Let's have our own little ceremony at the cabin, just for us," Mark
offered. "And then let's have a family thing when we graduate."

"Yeah," Dave said. "I don't think my folks could deal with a gay marriage
two weeks after they find out about us. Graduation will give them a little
time to get used to the idea."

We talked for over an hour about our new situation. It was like an hour on
a roller coaster. One minute we were up, the next we crashed when we
thought about Mike and his parents, but it was a good evening. Then we
realized Mike was asleep in Dave's arms.

We helped Dave move Mike over to their bed and undress him. Dave undressed
and crawled in beside him and wrapped himself around Mike. Mike responded
in his sleep and hugged Dave to him. I got hot as hell watching those two,
as did Mark, judging by the way he grabbed me and dragged me back to our
bed (not that I resisted!).

Standing beside our bed we hugged and kissed. I buried my face into Mark's
neck and kissed and nibbled on his ear. I felt his body quiver with each
nibble.

"I love you, Jim."

"I love you, Mark."

I felt his hands slide under my shirt and his warm hands rubbed the bare
skin of my back.

"Ohhhhh Mark, that feels so good!"

"You feel so good, Jim."

Mark pulled my shirt off over my head and I nearly tore his shirt off. The
heat of his bare skin touching my chest and stomach caused me to gasp
slightly. I ran my fingers around under his belt and popped it open. My
fingers slid under the band of his briefs and wrapped around his hardening
tool, slick with pre-cum. I bent down and sucked on a nipple, then the
other. I hooked my fingers under his briefs and pulled them to the floor,
leaving his hard cock bouncing in mid air. I licked at the tip and sucked
it into my mouth, savoring the drops of pre-cum. The scent of his crotch
was overpowering to me and I pushed him over onto the bed.

"God I love you Mark, please fuck me tonight?" I begged.

"Anything, my love, anything."

Mark rolled me onto my back and removed my remaining clothes. He kissed me
deeply while his hands roamed over my body. Mark sucked on a nipple,
bringing it to a hard point, then the other, all the time while running a
hand over my hard cock and balls. Slowly his hand moved between my legs as
I spread them apart. His tongue moved over my chest, then stomach. He
nibbled on the head of my cock and I could feel the pre-cum moving through
it and into his hungry mouth.

Mark positioned himself between my legs and raised them over his
shoulder. His strong hands lifted my hips from the bed and I felt his hot,
wet tongue touch my waiting, pulsing hole. My cock twitched with each lick
and more and more pre-cum flowed. His tongue pressed against the tight
muscle and I felt it slip inside. Mark kept his tongue assault on my rose
bud hole for nearly ten minutes. With each passing second I could feel the
muscle ring growing looser as his tongue worked its magic. My cock strained
with each beat of my heart and the pool of pre-cum on my stomach continued
to grow.

"Oh God, Mark, fuck me! Fuck me now!" I demanded.

Mark looked up at me from between my legs and smiled, "Soon my love, soon."

Mark went back to work and I could feel him forcing his spit into my hole,
his tongue freely moving in and out. Finally, he moved his own tool closer
to the target. He picked up the pre-cum from my stomach and added it to his
own slick, pre-cum covered cock. He positioned it at the entrance and
gently pushed.

"OHHHhhhhhh," I moaned as I felt his hot cock slide into me.

I looked up at him. He was towering over me, his strong hands held my hips
off the bed and against his groin. Mark was smiling down at me, that smile
that always made me melt.

"Oh yes Mark, take me, I'm yours. I will always be yours. I love you, I
would die for you."

"Yes my love, I would die for you. But now be quiet and take my love for
you."

Mark began to thrust in and out. This was not the hard thrusts, driven by
lust, but the gentle and loving thrusts of love. He altered his position
until I gasped as his cock touched my prostate. Then he continued to
massage that magic spot with his love.

I groaned and thrashed on the bed as his lovemaking continued. His eyes
were dark pools illuminated by the night light we had left on for Mike. He
looked down at me with that smile. Tears of joy filled my eyes as he took
me to heights I didn't know existed.

I started to squeeze his cock with my ass muscles in time to his
thrusts. He immediately responded with a groan.

"Oh Jim, I'll cum if you keep doing that."

"I'm gonna cum any second."

"Then keep doing it."

Mark continued to thrust, every stroke touched my prostate and caused my
cock to twitch and deposit another strand of pre-cum on my stomach. Mark
ran his fingers over my slick head and licked the pre-cum from his
fingers. He then took some more and offered it to me. I sucked hard on his
fingers, and squeezed his cock harder. I could feel the cum churning in my
balls, it was only a few seconds away. My ass muscles clamped down hard on
Mark's cock and his thrusts became frantic. My cock strained, growing
bigger and bigger, pre-cum forming a steady flow from the now open slit.

"Ohhhhh MARRRRRRK!" I screamed as my cock began to twitch and Mark wrapped
his hand around it and started to stroke it. My ass clamped on his cock as
he drove it home and slammed his groin against my buns. I felt his cock
pulse deep inside me and the hot cum shooting. My own cock finally blasted
rope after rope of white cum onto my chest and stomach.

Mark looked down at me. He didn't say a word and didn't have to. His love
for me was in his eyes, in his face, in his smile.

Mark leaned down and kissed me, his hot sweaty body sliding in my cum. We
kissed long and deep. I could hear his breathing in my ear, I could feel
his heart beating next to mine, his hard cock still embedded in me.

"I love you, Jim."

"I love you, Mark."

We held each other and kissed and hugged.

"You're still hard, aren't you Mark?"

"Yes, love."

"Then let's change position. Lie behind me and put it back in. Stay in me
as long as you can."

"Of course, love."

Mark slowly pulled out of me and we moved further up onto the bed. He laid
down behind me and his hard cock easily slid back in. Mark wrapped his arms
around me. One hand gently cupped my cock. I was happy, fulfilled, and full
of love for Mark.

I was nearly asleep when I became aware of a slight noise coming from the
bed on the floor. I looked over and Dave and Mike were in a tight embrace,
I could see Dave's body shaking slightly and I could hear him crying.

"What's wrong, Dave?" I asked.

"Nothing Jim, nothing at all."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because I just watched you guys making love, and it was beautiful. I'm
just happy for you."

"Thanks, Dave."

Mark tightened his grip and I sank deeper into his arms. I squeezed his
cock and he made a few playful thrusts.

I squeezed his arm as he kissed the back of my neck.

Snow was falling when we woke in the morning. I awoke with a start and
glanced over at the alarm. It wasn't due to go off for another ten
minutes. I laid there wondering what had woken me up when I heard some
noises from the floor. I raised my head and looked over the side of the
bed. Mike and Dave were making love. At first I put my head down, not
wishing to interrupt their passion, but then I realized that the four of us
shared our love and if they really wanted privacy, they would have waited
to be alone.

I raised myself up on an elbow and watched as they enjoyed each other. Mike
looked a sight with his swollen Technicolor eyes and swollen and stitched
lip.

Dave was on his back with his legs up and over Mike's shoulders and Mike
was pounding away in Dave's ass with that monster cock of his. Judging from
the level of the breathing and the puddle of pre-cum on Dave's stomach,
they had been at it for a while.

I watched in awe as Mike's cock worked in and out of Dave's hole. Mike's
balls slapped against Dave's buns. Dave took a sudden gasp as his cock grew
larger and then pulsed as he pumped shot after shot of creamy cum onto his
stomach. Mike made a final lunge and emptied his load deep inside of
Dave. They collapsed together, gasping for air.

A few moments later, Dave looked over at me and grinned.

"Morning guys," Dave said.

"Morning," a voice rang in my ear.

I suddenly realized that Mark had been watching the show too.

"Sorry guys, we didn't mean to invade your privacy," Mark said.

"That's okay, you gave us quite a show last night," Mike said.

"What? I thought you were asleep!" I said.

"Who could sleep with that noise going on?" Dave said with a smile.

"Good thing we're friends," I said.

Dave and Mike just smiled up at us.

"You guys go use the shower first," I offered.

"It's okay, you guys can go first," Mike replied.

"Are you kidding?" Mark said. "We can put the time to good use."

"Oh," Dave said with a grin.

Dave and Mike headed for the shower. I felt Mark moving behind me. He was
still inside me and was beginning to thrust as he worked my hard cock. I
laid back down as Mark kissed me on the neck.

"What a way to wake up," I said.

"I've got no complaints either, Jim."

Mark pounded my ass hard and he pulled on my hard cock. This wasn't the
gentle love making of the night before but pure lust and sex for the sake
of sex. I was loving every minute of it and the building fire in my loins
bore testimony to it. Mark bit down hard on my neck as he jammed his
burning tool into me. He was panting hard and was nearly as loud as my own
labored breathing.

"I'm gonna cum Jim, I'm gonna cummmmmmmm," he panted as he drove his hot
tool deep into me and shot his load into me. Each time his cock flexed it
rubbed my prostate and I shot my load over his hand. Our sweat covered
bodies collapsed on the bed just as Dave and Mike returned to our room.

"God, it stinks in here!" Dave said. "Somebody been having sex?" he said
with a smirk.

Mark pulled out of me with a rather noisy "shlurpping" sound. As we got out
of bed a trail of cum trickled down my leg from the gaping hole in my
behind. I clenched my cheeks together but couldn't hold it in. Dave and
Mike noticed and smiled. Not a dirty smile, but one of understanding. Mark
quickly placed his hand on my bum and gently placed a finger in the hole to
stop the flow as we quickly walked to the shower, right past a rather
shocked looking Rob.

Mike's dad recovered quickly from his heart attack but refused to accept
any counseling and refused to even speak to Mike. Mike was really upset for
being disowned by his parents, but we all tried our best to give him all
the love we could. Not just Mark, Glen and Dave, but our parents too. Mike
moved in with Dave and Dave's parents were really wonderful.

Christmas was just around the corner and we put the final plans together
for our week at the cabin. As soon as school was out we were loaded and on
our way.

We arrived at the cabin and dug our way in. There must have been four feet
of snow in the driveway and the usual mountain at the entrance, courtesy of
the highway snow plows. Once there, we quickly got the fire going and put
the place in order. Tonight was to be our special night.

Soon we had the place cleaned up, a huge fire in the fireplace, the beds
made up, and a few well placed candles throughout the cozy warm
cabin. Everything was ready, except for the final step. We removed our
clothes and met in front of the fireplace and knelt on the bear rug, facing
our partners. We reached across to our partners and held hands. We opened
the papers we had prepared and started to read together.

"Love is a wonderful thing that can bind people together in such a way that
nothing can ever separate them. We share that love and love each other and
wish to bind that love with these vows.

"I love you with all my heart, my body and my soul. I promise to always
love you, never do anything to hurt you, and always consider you ahead of
myself. I promise to tell you when I am upset, and I promise to listen when
you tell me you're upset. I promise to be truthful even when I am
embarrassed. I promise to listen to whatever you tell me with love and
understanding. Your happiness is the most important thing in my life and I
promise to do whatever I can to make your life happy. I promise these
things and ask you to accept this ring as a sign of these vows and my love
for you."

We then placed the ring on the finger of our partners, then embraced and
kissed to seal the vow.

The little cabin was silent, save for the crackling in the fireplace and
the soft sounds of our kissing as we fell to the floor in front of the
fire. We sat in front of the fire and sipped on the wine we had brought and
quietly chatted, kissed, hugged and fondled each other.

"Wow, we really did it guys! I love you all so much," Mike said. "I don't
know how I could ever have survived being thrown out without you. Thank
you!"

"What are friends for?" Mark said. "Besides, it was our fault you got
thrown out."

"No it wasn't. I'm gay and it was just a matter of time. I'm so lucky it
was you."

"Yeah, but we're more than friends," Dave said. "I love Mike, but I love
all of you guys. It's kinda like we're a big family."

"Friends and lovers till death," I added.

"Fuck that death shit, Jim."

"I'd rather fuck you, Mark."

"Not tonight dear, I've got a headache," Mark said with an evil grin.

"You'll have more than a headache if you pull that shit."

"Wow, their first fight!" Dave quipped.

"Fuck you, Dave!" both Mark and I said together.

"I don't know if I can take both of you," Dave shot back.

"Especially not with me in there," Mike added.

"Are you trying to say you're big or something Mike?" I asked.

"A lot bigger than you," Mike answered, waiving his huge cock at me like a
club.

"Damn Mike, has that thing gotten bigger?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Mike replied.

"I know so," Dave snickered.

Mikes cock had to be pretty hard but I reached over and grabbed it and gave
it a couple of strokes.

"This thing is huge! You must be nearly 8 inches now."

"Wanna try it?" Mike asked.

"Maybe later, but I want Mark to get me ready first."

"My pleasure, babe," Mark responded. "Get on your hands and knees so I can
get you ready."

Mark crawled under me and stuck his head up between my legs and started
licking at my crack. Meanwhile, his cock was right in front of my nose and
I licked at it as I felt his tongue working up and down my crack. As his
tongue passed over my waiting puckered hole he pushed and I could feel his
tongue working on me.

"Oh God Mark, yessss!"

I worked on his cock, running my tongue around under the foreskin and then
bobbing up and down. His pre-cum started to flow freely and tasted good in
my mouth. His tongue was driving my crazy as my hips bucked and swayed to
the touch of his expert tongue.

"Now babe, now!" I demanded.

Mark rolled me over and placed my legs over his shoulders, lifted my hips
and drove his slippery cock into my waiting love tunnel.

"Ohhh yesss Mark, take me" I moaned.

Mark started to fuck me, his body towering above me, bathed in the warm
light from the fire, his eyes reflecting the light, his loving smile
looking down at me. I gripped his cock with my ass muscles as he pumped
away at me. His cock grazed over my magic button sending shivers through my
entire body. A steady string of pre-cum poured from my extra hard
cock. Each stroke took me closer to the edge as he pounded at me and
continued to hit my prostate. I reached under my butt and managed to get
his ball sack as he banged against my buns. I cupped his balls and gently
rolled them in my hand.

"Oh God Jim, that's wild, oh yess!" Mark gasped as his pace quickened. I
clamped on his cock each time as he withdrew and tugged at his balls. Waves
of pleasure rolled through my body each time he touched my magic button. We
were both on the edge.

"Oh Jim, Oh Jim, OOOOOOOOOOOOO," Mark cried as he jammed his hard cock as
deep as he could and delivered his load of hot cum. My own cock exploded,
sending streams of cum across my stomach and chest.

My throat was dry and hoarse as I laid there panting. Mark leaned forward
and kissed me, our tongues dancing. I pulled him to me as we laid there and
recovered.

We had been so busy with each other that we had all but forgotten about
Mike and Dave. A noise from beside me reminded me of them and I looked over
to see them locked in a 69. I couldn't believe that Dave could actually
deep throat that monster cock of Mike's, but there it was, Mike's pubes
resting firmly against Dave's chin. Mike was fucking Dave's throat while
Dave was all the way down Mike's throat. Judging from the noises they were
also on the edge.

Suddenly, Mike withdrew so that only his cock head was in Dave's mouth and
I could see his cock pulse and twitch as he delivered his load. Dave
swallowed and eagerly sucked for more until Mike's cock was dry. Then it
was Dave's turn as Mike pulled off his cock and let it shoot into his
mouth. They licked each other clean and then turned around and embraced. We
all moved closer together and hugged together.

We put a few more logs on the fire and laid in each others arms and talked
and hugged, touched and held. We never did go to bed that night, we pulled
a blanket over us and fell asleep in front of the fire.

I wondered to myself how many other nights of passion that bear skin had
seen over the years...


End of Chapter 8

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