Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 23:12:14 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark - Series Part #52

MARK
By
Lee Mariner

April 2002

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				* * * * * * * *
Chapter #52

William watched in amazement at the
exuberance of the greeting Lee was getting
from Mark as they rolled on the ground.   He
glanced at Charles whose face was wreathed
in smiles and felt Calvin back up against him.

Calvin looked up at William with a weak smile,
leaning his head on his chest.  William heard a
soft sigh escape from his lips and he knew why.
He placed his arms over Calvin's shoulders
feeling a slight shiver run through him as he
pressed his breast with both hands.

"I'm alright Uncle Bill, I knew Lee would be
back one day."

"Come to my room later Calvin and we will
talk. "

Lee and Mark finally broke from their
embracing of each other and getting up off of
the ground, walked up the steps to where the
others were standing.

"I'm sorry if I caught you off guard William but I
changed my plans just this morning."

"Off guard and surprised would be more like it.
Changing your plans is an understatement but I
can see one young man who is pleased that you
have. We have already had supper but I'm sure
Charles can fix you something if your hungry."

"Hello Charles, would you be able to fix me a
sandwich with a glass of milk?  Good seeing you
again."

"It's always good seeing you Mr. Lee, would you
like one of my specials or something lighter?"

"Something lighter if you don't mind I had a late
snack on the plane.  Calvin, don't I get a hug?"

William removed his arms as Calvin moved
towards Lee embracing him and lifting his face,
kissed him lightly.

Lee held him gently feeling Calvin's heart
racing in his breast as he kissed him back.  "I'm
sorry about your mother Calvin, if there is
anything I can do. . . ."

"Thanks Uncle Lee, everyone has been a big
help, especially Mark.  I'm going to do all I can
so she is comfortable."

"Okay, everyone has had a hug except me or am I
to old for hugging?"  William said laughingly.

"You will never be that old Uncle Bill, come
here."  Lee said as Calvin stepped away.

"Good seeing you again as always Lee. Lets go
inside while the boys get your luggage out of
the car.  Charles probably has your sandwich
on the table. Calvin, Mark would you get Lee's
luggage, please?"

Both boys said yes in unison and Mark caught
the keys as Lee tossed them to him.

"Where should we put them Uncle Bill." Mark
asked.

"At the foot of the stairs, Charles will take
care of them."

* * * * * * *

As William and Lee were walking to the dining
room arm in arm, Charles placed a tuna salad
sandwich on the table with a cold goblet of
milk and a snowy white napkin silently
disappearing as he always did.  Using the back
stairs he went upstairs to prepare a room.

Mark and Calvin came back in the house with
Lee's luggage dropping the bags at the foot of
the stairs.  Mark started for the dining room
but feeling Calvin's hand on his arm he turned
facing him feeling his arms slipping around his
waist.  They both held each other for a few
seconds, breathing a little heavy with their
heads resting on each other's shoulders.
Looking into each other's eyes, Mark saw
Calvin's watering and he kissed him softly,
gently.

"Calvin, I'm sorr. . . . '

"Shhhhhhhh ." Calvin said placing a finger over
Mark's lips.  "I know what you're feeling Mark,
I've always known Lee would be back.  You love
him as much as I wished you could love me but I
know that can't be.  I've had you for a little
while and you have never hidden how you feel
about him from me, that's one of the things I
love about you."

Mark held Calvin close, a lump in his throat his
breathing rapid as he attempted to control his
feelings.  Calvin broke the embrace and
started up the stairs, tears in his eyes.

Mark stood at the bottom of the stairs having a
hard time controlling his emotions as he
watched Calvin walk down the hallway.
Instead of going on to the dining room he went
back outside and sat on the porch the tears
flowing.

* * * * * * *
   William and Lee sat at the dining table and
while Lee ate, William took a candied pineapple
slice from the dish Charles kept filled on the
table.   He knew Lee would tell him what had
made him change his plans when he had his
thoughts together.  He strongly suspected
that Mark had a great deal to do with it but he
waited.

"Would you like another sandwich or glass of
milk?"

"No, that's plenty William, thanks.  Are you
still planning in leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, we can leave anytime since I have decided
not to sell the farm. I imagine you will be taking
Mark home now that you are here. Don't you
think you should call John or are you planning
on surprising him as well?"

"You aren't selling? I thought that was the
reason you were here."

"Originally it was but the developers were not
entirely truthful and what I wanted to retain
would have been almost worthless after they
diverted the stream. That would not only have
affected my property but two of my neighbors
and I couldn't do that.   I don't really need the
proceeds and what is brought in by the rentals
and boarding of horses almost covers the cost
of operation.  I'll leave the problem to you
after I'm gone. Are you going to tell me the
reason you changed your plans or are we going
to continue sparring and avoiding it?"

"Is that a decanter of brandy on the sideboard
William? "

"Yes it is and things must be bad if you need a
drink?"

"No, not really unless you consider being
unemployed bad.  I'm not with MegaData
anymore as of yesterday.  It's a long story but
MegaData is not what it once was. Melvin
McKay was forced into a merger by a
conglomerate called FlowServe and the
entire corporate structure has changed.
Wouldn't you care for a brandy?"

"No thanks, perhaps later before retiring."

"Well, the upshot was McKay is only a titled
officer in the company, George Whittstone is
no longer the head of his department and my
crew had been broken.  The assignment in
Delaware was there but they knew I wouldn't
take it and that was the straw that broke the
camel's back. I more or less gave them an
ultimatum forcing them into discharging me. It
goes against the contract I had with MegaData
but I don't think I could sue them for breach of
contract but I'd have to talk, with Cliff Adams
and see about that."

"That reminds me Lee, I must call Cliff and tell
him he needn't drive up here tomorrow. He was
handling the sale of the farm.  You asked me to
have my broker check on CalTron stocks
tomorrow, what was that all about?"

"I sold 30,000 shares of MegaData and if
CalTron is going to do as well as it should, I
think I'll have Erik Justin re-invest in their
stock or Municipal bonds or both.  I'll have to
talk with them about it.  I have several options
but haven't had time to analyze everything."

"You seem too have several things to resolve.
It's getting late so perhaps we can discuss it
further tomorrow or when you visit Louisville
if you still plan on it?"

"I still do Uncle Bill but not right away now,
I'll call you. I wonder where Calvin and Mark
got off too?"

"Calvin has retired Mr. Lee but I think you will
find Mark on the porch.  I put your bags in your
room." Charles said as he started clearing the
dishes from the table.  "Would you care for
anything else before retiring?"

"Not for me Charles, I wonder why Mark is on
the porch? Nothing's wrong is it Uncle Bill?"

William knew what the problem was but
decided to let Lee handle it before answering
his question. "Nothing wrong that I know of,
Mark is probably waiting while we were
talking."

"That would never have stopped him before
Uncle Bill, you know how Mark is."

"And you should know him better than I do?  I'll
see you in the morning, all this has been a little
tiring and I should think you would be as well."

"I am a little tired, it has been a hectic few days
getting Carl settled and everything else that
has happened but I better check on Mark."

As Lee walked away, William looked at
Charles. "Getting old is difficult my friend but
at least we no longer worry about broken
hearts."

"There will be no broken hearts William, only
four that will adjust and endure growing
stronger."

"Four Charles?  There is a triangle and that is
only three."

"Are you forgetting yours William? Calvin has
already crept in although you think Mark is
your favorite.  Mark will always be for Lee
even though he will love others and they will
love him.  Calvin loves Mark but he knows he
cannot replace or compete with Lee.  As you
love Lee, Calvin will love you as a son should
love his father."

"You see all of that Charles?" William said, a
little surprised at his comment about Calvin
loving him like a father. He had started
adoption proceedings after discussing it with
Calvin's mother.

"People on the outside usually see more then
those that are inside. Will you have your
brandy in your room?"

"If I know you Charles, it is there already. I
should know better then try and out think you.
Don't plan breakfast tomorrow. More then
likely no one will be up at the same time."

"Goodnight William, rest well."

William knew Charles would ignore him and
take care of everyone as he always did.
Glancing out on the porch he saw Lee and Mark
sitting together as he went up to his room
thinking he should check on Calvin before
retiring.

* * * * * * *

I found Mark on the porch as Charles said I
would. It was a little puzzling though why he
would be sitting alone.

"Hey sport, why alone all deep in thought? Got
big problems do we?"

"No problems when I'm with you Uncle Lee. I
knew you and Uncle Bill were talking and I
didn't want to interfere.  There's a bench
under the trees if you'd like to sit there. It's
not a swing though."

I couldn't help but smile at his mentioning a
swing.

"It's just a little cool for sitting outside sport,
we should put on jackets or sweaters."

"Charles leaves a blanket on the back of
Uncle Bills chair we can use if you want."

Good old Charles I thought as we walked to
the bench.  The night was cool but not
unbearable. The skies were filled with millions
upon millions of brilliant stars and the moon
had not yet risen.  The night was much like the
last night Mark and I had made love in the
moonlight.

Mark snuggled close under the blanket over
our shoulders.  The heat radiating from his
body spread over me as he held me tight, his arm
around my chest.   I put my hand under his chin
and lifted his face to mine kissing his soft
succulent lips tasting again what I had yearned
for.  Marks hand slipped inside my shirt
touching hard muscle sending a warm shock
through me as he squeezed hard nipples.  I
could feel my cock expanding, growing as he
massaged my chest.

"I've missed you Uncle Lee. Remember the last
time we sat in the moonlight together?"

"I do imp, but it is just a little cool to be staying
out here for very long, even with a blanket."

Mark looked me in the eyes and I could see the
little golden flecks flashing as his hand
dropped into my crotch squeezing my hard
cock.  A quick intake of air as he squeezed my
cock and his lips covered mine, our tongues
twisting together.  I ran my hand over his hard
muscled body squeezing, his soft skin and hard
muscles moving under my touch.  I could feel
the tension of wanting him rushing through me,
fire building in my loins.  The coolness of the
night seemed to disappear as our passions rose
and I felt Marks rock hard cock, squeezing it
gently.

He had twisted around until he was facing me
lying in my arms his legs pulled up on the bench,
his head laying on my chest.  I remembered when
he was a baby and would curl up next to me
snuggling as close as he could and I
remembered how I felt as I held him a deep love
growing inside of me for him building ever
intense as he grew older. Fear overrode the
feelings and I left him but he stayed in my heart.

He lay quietly in my arms like the little boy I
could not help but love as I drew him closer to
me.  His breathing soft and gentle his chest
rising and falling in sync with my breathing,
the golden flecks in his eyes were gone but
replaced with the soft luminescence of love
and devotion that matched my own.

Its always-strange how someone thinks about
things when with someone they love.  I couldn't
help think about those that called our love
for each other wrong with all of the asinine
reasons they give about society, the church
and being an affront in the eyes of God. How
could it be wrong when it was so right for us
and injured no one?  Why was it wrong in God's
eyes when he said, "love one another".  Endless
arguments but my heart said only one thing,
Mark belonged to me and I belonged to him. If
loving each other were wrong, we would
answer for it in another lifetime.  My hand had
been aimlessly wandering over Mark's body as I
was thinking.

"Uncle Lee, do you want to go inside? It is
getting a little cooler."

"I'm sorry sport, I drifted off for a bit."

"I know, I can always tell when you are
thinking about us."

"Can you always tell what I'm thinking sport?"

"Pretty much when we are together. I always
can tell when you're thinking about us like you
were just now.  When you hold me close and
your quiet like you were I know you are thinking
about us. Your hands are making love to me and
you hold me just a little tighter and I can feel
you losing your hard."

"Losing a hard-on does not mean I don't love
you sport. A hard cock is only part of loving
someone."

"I know that Uncle Lee, we've talked about
that.  It's like when you take me, I lose a hard
for a little while just thinking about you and
loving the way you make me feel like part of
you, like we are one person."

"Lets go inside sport, its gotten cooler."

* * * * * * *

You could feel dampness in the air as we
walked to the house, taking the blanket inside
with us instead of leaving it on the porch.
Locking the door, Mark dropped the blanket on
one of the chairs in the living room.  Arms
around each other we went up the stairs
walking on the side so as to prevent any
creaking noises in the old farmhouse.

We didn't see Charles move from the shadows
and folding the blanket he watched Lee and
Mark walking up the stairs and then checked
the door before going to his rooms.

* * * * * * *
William looked into Calvin's bedroom and
found him asleep fully clothed on his bed.
Slipping his shoes off, he decided to leave him
dressed and put a blanket over him.  Sure that
he was alright, William left the room as Lee
and Mark reached the top of the stairs.

Seeing William coming from Calvin's bedroom
Mark asks, "Is he alright Uncle Bill? I was
going to check on him before going to bed."

"He is sleeping Mark but I'm sure he will be fine.
You and Lee get some rest, I'll see you in the
morning."

"Good night Uncle Bill." Lee and Mark said as
they walked on down the hallway to Lee's
bedroom.

* * * * * * *


Next to William's my room was the largest of
the 5 bedrooms in the house.  It was furnished
in antique early American with a large private
bath that was a smaller duplicate of William's.
The bed was a slay style queen size with 4 large
oversized pillows and a king sized crazy quilt
design comforter we had gotten in Kentucky.

Sitting in a chair across from the bed, I
removed my shoes watching Mark undress and
it suddenly occurred to me that no one had
been in this bedroom with me before.  When
William and I made love it was always in his
room not mine.   Those times were the only time I
ever slept in his room. He preferred sleeping
alone otherwise.  Tonight Mark would be in my
bed with me and this would be our bedroom.
Stripping my clothes off I stretched my stiff
muscles, arching my back and twisting my hips.

"Come on in when you're ready sport, I'll have
the water ready, I need to get the travel grit
off."

I didn't hear Mark come into the shower as I
washed my hair, my eyes closed from the sting
of the soap.   His smooth muscled arms
encircled my waist pulling me too him and I
gasped feeling his hard cock slide into my
crotch lifting my balls as his pelvic hair and
mine met crushing my only half hard cock
between us.  His arms felt like steel bands as
he held me pressing his body to mine kissing my
wet chest his teeth nipping my breast nipples
sending lightening bolt shocks down into my
groin, my cock hardened instantly as fiery
shocks surged thorough my straining body.

I groaned from deep in my throat, my muscles
tightened as my back arched pressing our
groins tighter driving him backwards against
the glass wall of the shower as his lips nibbled
my wet slick flesh wave after wave of desire
washing over me.  I lifted his head from my
chest as his hands dropped down over my
cheeks pulling us even tighter together. Both
cocks crushed between us felt like blazing hot
steel pokers and I ground my pelvis into him
looking into the depths of his shining hazel
eyes. Golden flecks flashed as Mark returned
the grinding pressure and I held his head tight
all of the pent up yearning for him rushing
upwards erupting between us. It felt like hot
molten lava from a volcano flowing, gushing
spasm after spasm, thick streams washing away
between us. I shook all over growling from
deep in my throat crushing his lips with mine as
Marks body jerked his muscles tightening I
could feel the hot juices from his cock gushing
thick hot streams up over my stomach to be
washed from us by the hot shower water.

Mark and I squeezed each other tight as we
pushed our groins into each other our lungs
fighting for air as we gasped experience the
after glow of the cataclysmic ejaculations we
had almost involuntarily experienced from the
intense wanting each other.

Our bodies controlled us as we fell deep into
the euphoric, exotic chasm of lust, the intense
need for one another rushing through us.  I
leaned weakly against Marks strong
magnificently muscled body as he stood
pressed backwards by my weight against the
wall of the shower his hands running up and
down my quivering body.  Holding his head in my
hands I kissed his face as our cocks slowly
softened.  The feelings between us were all we
needed as we finished showering and drying
each other.

Mark shaved maybe once a month if that but I
had almost a 2-day growth and the mirror
reflected my scruffy appearance.  "I think I
better get some of the whiskers off my face
before going to bed" and I slapped his butt as
he left the bathroom grinning at me.  It only
took me about 5 minutes to shave but I felt a lot
better afterwards and splashed a little
Aramis cologne on when I finished.

For a minute I thought Mark had turned the
lights off in the bedroom when I snapped the
bathroom lights off.  As my eyes adjusted, I saw
the small light beside the bed was on casting a
soft glow over Mark laying with the top sheet
covering him up to his armpits, his arms beside
him drawing the sheet tight.  Even covered by a
sheet, the sculpted beauty of his body could be
seen.  Beautifully defined chest muscles and
abdominal muscles with broad shoulders and
narrow hips and a very provocative bulge in
the groin.  The glow of the small lamp
reflected the highlights in his unruly hair, his
hazel eyes shining.  The one thing in my mind as I
gazed at him was how much I loved him as I stood
at the foot of the bed and I could see that same
love looking back at me.

"I feel the same way."  Mark said as he folded
the sheet back for me, reading my thoughts.

Sliding under the sheet, Mark folded it over us.
I slid my arm under his neck and he moved
closer to me putting his arm over me laying his
head on my chest and with his leg over mine my
nuts rested on his knee.  We lay quietly for a
few minutes enjoying being alone together. His
breathing was soft, regular and I could feel
the beat of his heart as he lay next to me with
the partial weight of his body on mine.

"Have you enjoyed being here on the farm?"

"Sure, all except when Uncle Bill told Calvin
his mother was sick. He got all upset and I
didn't know what I should do. Uncle Bill talked
with me after Charles put him in bed. We slept
together and I held him, he was better after
that.  We've been riding around the farm and
had picnic in a grassy place by the pond.  I love
it here. Didn't you and Uncle Bill spend a lot of
time here when you were younger?"

"Yes we did Mark.  This is where your dad
brought me when I was your age. Here is where I
learned about myself and what it meant to be
gay. William taught me a lot of what I have
tried teaching you. Right now though, we
better try and get some sleep. Why don't you
turn that light out, it's been a long day and we
have a lot to do tomorrow."

Mark turned the light out and snuggled in
close pulling me tight, my arm around his
shoulders.

* * * * * *

William sat sipping his brandy irritated with
himself for leaving Calvin dressed on his bed,
alone.  He knew he should have woke him
instead of leaving him like that.  Placing his
almost empty glass on the table, he started to
stand when he had a light tapping on his door.

"Come in."

The door opened slightly and Calvin looked
around the edge. "Uncle Bill, may I come in?"

"Of course Calvin, having trouble sleeping?"

"I fell asleep on the bed dressed and someone
put a blanket over me.  I woke up a few minutes
ago and showered but I couldn't go back too
sleep."

"I put the blanket over you. Mark wanted to see
if you were all right but I told him you were
sleeping. Would you like to stay here for the
rest of the night with me? "

"If you don't mind, I would like that but I'm only
wearing my robe."

"That's as much as I wear. I don't remember
when I wore nightclothes last. Slip in the bed,
I'll be right there as soon as I brush my teeth."

Calvin hung his robe over the back of a chair
and slipped under the sheets, his lithe well
muscled body trembling slightly as he lay on
his side, butterfly's in his stomach.  He felt
alone, lost and not sure he had done the right
thing in coming to William's room but the
feeling of being so alone would not leave him.
His heart started racing a little as the bed
moved and William slipped under the sheets.
He thought back a few weeks to when he had
been asked if he wanted to be with William. He
had said there were no strings attached when
he had made the offer and he didn't want him
thinking he had come to him because Mark had
left him.

William had not moved since getting into the
bed but Calvin could hear him breathing, just a
few inches away from him.   Rolling over too
face him, he whispered  "Uncle Bill will you
hold me?"

William said nothing as he laid his arm over the
pillows and Calvin moved closer laying his
head on his breast his arm over his soft furry
chest.  His thoughts raced back over the years
as history repeated itself.  He remembered the
first time Lee had laid as Calvin lay now,
uncertain and hesitant not knowing exactly
what he should do.

Pulling him a little closer, smoothing his hair
with his other hand, he whispered, " Sleep now
Calvin, I'll be here when you wake up."

* * * * * * *
   Charles woke at his usual early hour
showering and dressing as he did every
morning.  He had seen Lee and Mark walking up
the stairs holding each other and smiled happy
that they were together again but he worried
about Calvin.  Putting the coffee pot on he
poured a glass of orange juice placing it on a
tray with a napkin.  He would prepare the
others but right now he wanted to see if Calvin
was okay and he went up the back stairs.
Tapping on his bedroom door he waited for a
response but hearing none he quietly opened
the door looking in, the bed was empty.  Closing
the door he walked to William's bedroom and
without knocking, he looked in seeing Calvin
and William sleeping in each other's arms.
Looking at them, he thought  "and now four
hearts are two." He quietly pulled the door
shut and returned to the kitchen.
* * * * * * *

"We are not permitted to choose the frame of
our destiny. But what we put into it is ours"

                                     --Dag Hammarskjold--