Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 17:15:30 -0500
From: Eric Draven <ericdraven10@angelfire.com>
Subject: Nicholas And Mark - Chapter 8

Warning: This story was written for Adults only and contains homosexual
themes.  If you're under 18 or the community you live in has laws against
reading this type of material, please do not continue.  This story is
completely fictional and does not use safe-sex practices.  Please use
condoms for the sake of your health and that of your consenting partner(s).

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Hello again.  I'm sure you are wondering why the next chapter is ready
already.  Well, as I said before, I need to get this story ended as soon as
possible.  I will be working on a new story in the near future, and I want
to devote all of my time to that story.

I'd like to thank you all for you kind remarks and thoughtful questions
during my absence.  I apologize for being gone so long, but the
circumstances were far beyond my control.  I am back now, and I plan to
update the story on a regular basis.  Your thoughts and comments on the
story are still very welcome.


Chapter 8 - Mark

When I opened my eyes, I was in Nick's arms.  I couldn't believe how
peaceful and loved I felt.  I was a little disappointed that Nick didn't
let me return the favor last night.  I couldn't believe that he only wanted
to make me feel good without making himself feel good.

I didn't want to move.  I wanted to stay in Nick's arms like that forever,
but I needed to use the bathroom, and I could hear Pete getting ready for
work.  I just hoped that he wouldn't open the door before I got out of bed.

I slowly started to disentangle myself from Nick when I noticed that he
still had a firm grip on my dick.  I gently pried his fingers off of me and
got out of the bed as quietly as possible.

"Is it morning already?" he asked from behind me.  I hadn't meant to wake
him up.

"Yes," I said.  "Pete is already getting ready for work."

"Oh, I meant to tell you that I won't be home from work until really late
tonight, Mark," he said.

"Why?" I asked, turning to face him.  I had hoped that he would be home
before Pete.  That way we could spend a little time together.

"I have a lot of work to do," he said, getting out of the bed and pulling
on his jeans.  "I've got to get it all done this week."

"Well, what about tomorrow?" I asked.

"I'm going to be putting in long days all week long, Mark," he said.

I stood there watching him dress.  I didn't know what to say to him, but I
knew that I loved to watch his body move.  He had the sexiest body I had
ever seen.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on him.  His abs were tight.  His
pecs were rock hard, and his arms and legs were like stone.  My brother
was, in my opinion, the sexiest man in the world.

"Are you going to stare at me until I leave, or are you going to get ready
for school?" he asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"I don't want to go to school, Nick," I said.

"You are going to school," he replied without even looking at me.

"Why can't I just stay home for a few days?"

"Because, then you will never want to go back, and I am not going to fight
you on this," he said.  "You are going to school, and that is final."

"Yes, Sir!" I said, doing my best to imitate a soldier.

I was in the kitchen for breakfast as Nick was leaving the house to go to
work.  That left me all alone with Pete again.  I wasn't sure about Pete.
He stared at me when he thought I wasn't looking.  It wasn't that it made
me uncomfortable.  He could stare at me all he wanted.  I was just afraid
that he would see me getting turned on by it.

"Hey, Mark," he said as I sat down at the table.

"Good morning," I replied, reaching for the plate of toast that he had sat
in the middle of the table.

"I'll give you a ride to school on my way to work," he said.  "I can pick
you up after if you want. I get off work right before you get out of
school."

"Thank you," I said.  "I'd like that."  I didn't know which bus to get on
to get to Pete's house, and I didn't want to ask anyone.  I didn't want
anyone at school to know too much about my not living at home.

"So, Nick tells me that he won't be home until late tonight," said Pete.
"What would you like to do tonight while he isn't here?"

"I don't know," I said, thinking of a million sexual things that I wanted
to do to his body all night long.

"I tell you what," he said.  "We can stop by the video store on the way
home, and you can pick a video. Then we will order pizza and sit and watch
the tube."

"That sounds cool," I said.  I hoped that he didn't mean that we would be
sitting side by side on the couch.  I didn't think I would be able to keep
my hands off of him if he sat too close to me.

All day long at school, I kept thinking about Nick sucking my dick.  I
loved the feel of his mouth wrapped around me, and when he let me sink into
his throat, I almost came every time.  His throat was like a throbbing
vacuum that just wouldn't let go of me.

I wished that he'd let me suck his dick last night, too.  I really liked
sucking his dick.  It was strange, but when I sucked his dick, I felt like
we were closer than we had ever been in our lives.

I also kept thinking about Pete.  I couldn't get his smile out of my mind.
I was supposed to be with Nick, but all I could think about during the last
three classes of the day was Pete.  I couldn't wait to be alone with him
again.  I couldn't wait to see his sexy eyes or hear his incredible voice.

Pete had coal black hair that shined when he was standing under a light.
He wore it short on the sides and in the back, but it was a little longer
on the top.  He was constantly pushing it away from his eyes.  That kind of
hair cut usually looked kind of silly, but on Pete, it just looked sexy.

His eyes were the darkest shade of green that I had ever seen.  Just
looking into his eyes could hypnotize me instantly.  One thing about his
eyes that made them so appealing was the fact that they always looked wet.
It was almost always as if he were just about to cry.  They were also heavy
lidded, and that sexy bedroom eyes effect made my dick throb every time he
looked at me.

From what I could see of his body, Pete was very defined.  It looked like
he might even be in better shape than Nick.  They both worked out at the
same gym, but Nick had told me that with their conflicting work schedules,
they rarely ever got to work out at the same time.  Maybe Pete worked out
more than Nick.  I didn't know.  I didn't care.  All I knew was that Pete
was sexy as Hell!

His car was parked across the street from the school when I walked out the
door.  I walked over very nervously.  He smiled that sexy smile when he saw
me, and I thought I would cum in my jeans.

"Hey, you," he said as I walked around the car.

"Thank you for picking me up, Pete," I said, not really knowing what else
to say.

"No sweat," he said.  "I work about two blocks from here."

"I didn't know," I said.

"So, do you want to go to the video store?" he asked as he pulled out into
traffic and headed away from the school.

"Sure," I said.  "What kind of movies do you like to watch?"

"I'm pretty open with that," he said.  "I don't really care what the movie
is as long as it's a good one."

"A friend from school told me about one that might be good," I said.
"Maybe we can get that one."

"Sounds good to me," he said.

We drove the rest of the way in silence.  I kept sneaking quick glances at
him, and once, I think I caught him looking at me, too.  It was too much to
hope for, but it made my dick lurch just the same.

We were only in the video store for a few minutes.  I found the movie that
my friend had recommended, and Pete rented it.  We were back in the car in
no time.  Then, I was back to stealing glances at him.

"So, do you have a boyfriend, Mark?" asked Pete, startling me.

"Uh, no," I replied.  My voice shook.

"Why not?" he asked.  "I would have thought you would have someone."

I thought about Nick, and my stomach got all queasy.  I couldn't tell Pete
about Nick and me.  He'd think that was sick.

"Nobody," I said, turning to look out the window.

Luckily, we pulled up in front of his house then.  I didn't know if he
would continue to ask me about guys or not, but I sure didn't want to let
it slip that I had been sleeping with my brother.

We went straight to the living room, and Pete called the pizza place.  He
ordered exactly what I liked, and then he went into the kitchen.  He didn't
say anything to me, and I was almost glad.

I sat down on the couch and waited for him to come back in the room.  I
dreaded the conversation that would follow, but I didn't know how to avoid
it.  We were supposed to watch a video, so I couldn't just go to the
bedroom and hide.

"Do you have homework that you need to get done before the pizza gets
here?" he asked, returning to the living room.  He had a beer in one hand
and a soda in the other.

"No homework," I said, wishing that I'd at least brought my books home so I
could pretend to have something to do.

"Ok," he said, sitting down beside me and handing me the soda.  "What do
you want to watch until the pizza gets here?"

"I don't care," I said.  "I'd rather wait for the pizza to watch the video,
though."

"Yeah," he said.  "Me too."

He turned on the television and put it on a music video channel.  I didn't
know if he regularly watched music videos or if he was just putting them on
for my benefit.

We were both quiet for a while, and I was never more nervous in my life.
Telling my parents that I was gay hadn't even made me this nervous.  I
didn't know what to say to him, and I was thankful that he was quiet.

"You know that I am completely comfortable with your sexuality, right?" he
said, breaking the silence and making my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah," I said.  I couldn't think of anything more to say, and I felt
stupid for giving him a quick one-word reply.

"You just seemed a little nervous about me asking you if you had a
boyfriend," he said.

"It's a little new for me to be talking about that sort of thing with a
straight guy," I said truthfully.

"I understand," he said, smiling.  "But I have something to confess to you,
Mark."  "You do?" I asked, thinking that he was about to tell me that he
was gay.  I knew that it was too much to hope for, but I couldn't stop
thinking it.

"I thought about sleeping with a guy once," he said.  He said it like it
was no big deal, so I tried to treat it the same way.  My heart was
beginning to pound, though.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said.  "It was a while ago. I never really thought about it much
after. Then your brother told me about you and him both being gay, and I
started to think about it again."

"About sleeping with a guy?" I asked.

"Well, sort of," he said, blushing.  "I started thinking about the time
that I wanted to."

"You lost me," I lied.  I just wanted him to keep talking about it.

"Well, do you remember the time that Nick and I both wanted to go to summer
camp, but Nick got grounded, and I went by myself?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.  "Nick got into trouble for breaking the back window out
of Dad's car."

"Right," he said.  "I had to share a tent with another boy that summer. He
was a little older than me, and he had no shame. He would sleep naked, and
most of the time it was so hot that he didn't exactly cover himself."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said, blushing again.  "I saw him jacking off once, and for a
little while, I wanted to help him out. I don't know exactly what I wanted
to do with him, but I knew that I wanted to do something."

"So, what happened?" I asked, intrigued.

"Nothing happened," he said.  "I chickened out, and he rolled over and went
to sleep. I don't even think he knew that I had been watching him."

"Was he gay?" I asked.

"I never knew," he replied.  "He hardly talked to me for the entire three
weeks we were at camp. When he did, it was usually to order me around."

"That had to suck," I said, realizing that I was talking to Pete like he
was one of my gay friends.  Not that I had any gay friends.  The only gay
person that I knew well enough to talk to was Nick.

"You bet it did," he said, laughing.  "I always hated it when the older
kids acted like they were the kings of the world."

"Yeah," I said as the pizza guy knocked on the door.

Pete got up to answer the door, and I could see a definite bulge in the
front of his pants.  That made me instantly hard.  I was kind of
disappointed that the pizza had arrived.  I knew that meant that we would
start the movie, and then we would be quiet.  I wanted to hear more about
the guy that Pete had wanted to sleep with.

"Well, let's eat," he said as he brought the pizza back into the living
room and sat it on the coffee table.

"I am hungry," I admitted.

Pete put the movie in the VCR, and we sat there eating pizza and being very
quiet.  I don't think that I watched the movie at all.  I couldn't tell you
for the life of me what happened in it.

I kept thinking about Pete wanting to have sex with a guy.  I had to admit
that I was letting my hope that Pete was actually gay get the better of me.
I wanted so bad to believe that Pete wanted to have sex with me, but I knew
that was just a wish that would never be granted.  If Pete were gay, he
would most definitely go for Nick.  I was too young.  I knew that, and I
cursed my age.

I hadn't realized how tired I was until I started to nod off in the middle
of the movie.  I don't think Pete noticed, because he didn't say anything
to me about it.  I just couldn't keep my eyes open.

I did open my eyes wide when I felt his legs under my head.  I'd fallen
asleep and toppled over into his lap! What was really strange was that I
didn't know exactly when that had happened.  He hadn't done anything to try
and make me move, and I wasn't trying to get up, either.

Then, I felt his hand on my hair, and I thought I would cum right then and
there.  I tried really hard to pretend that I was still asleep, and I guess
I did pretty well, because he never let on that he knew I was awake.

I realized just how far into his lap I was lying when I felt his hard dick
throb against my face.  I couldn't believe this was happening, but I never
wanted it to end.  I just kept pretending I was asleep, because I thought
that if he knew I was awake, he would tell me to get up.

He ran his fingers through my hair, and it felt hot.  I didn't know what
was going to happen, but I felt his stomach lurch as he leaned down toward
me.  Then I felt his soft lips touch my temple softly.  After that he must
have known that I was awake.

"We could go to my bedroom," he said in that sexy, husky voice of his,
confirming my suspicion that he knew that I was awake.

I lifted my head, and Pete stood up.  He took me by the hand and led me
back to his room.  Pete turned on the light, and then turned around to face
me, and I melted into his arms.  I could feel his hard dick throbbing
against the top of my stomach.

His lips found my neck, and he was kissing me and sucking on my neck,
driving me wild.  His hands traced my backbone all the way to my tailbone,
and then he grabbed both cheeks of my ass and squeezed them gently through
the fabric of my jeans.  I could feel my own dick straining against my
jeans.

He brought his hands back up to my shoulders and then he was unbuttoning my
shirt.  He bent down and kissed me every few seconds, and I thought my
knees would buckle.

When he had my shirt off, he turned me around and started to kiss the nape
of my neck.  He leaned further and trailed kissed half way down my back.
Then he reached around me and unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my
jeans.

He tugged at my jeans until the fell away.  When he slipped his hands into
my briefs and grasped my hard dick, I thought I would cum right there.  He
pulled his hand back and pushed my briefs down.

I stepped out of them as he gently pushed me face first onto his bed.  Pete
dropped to his knees behind me and started biting the tips of my ass
cheeks, setting me on fire.  He reached his hands through my legs and
pulled my balls back through the V.  He lapped at them with his tongue, and
I was in Heaven.

He started running his tongue up and down the crack of my ass, and he left
kisses around my hole.  I wasn't sure if I wanted him to fuck me, but my
ass was begging for his attention.  He touched the tip of his tongue to my
ass hole and my whole body shuddered.

He licked at my hole, and gnawed at it with his teeth.  Then I felt him
slide a saliva soaked finger inside me, and my entire body was on fire.  It
was the strangest and most erotic feeling I had ever experienced.  He went
deeper and inserted another finger, and I bucked back on his fingers like a
wanton slut.

I almost came when I felt the head of his dick push against my ass hole.  I
didn't even know he had gotten out of his clothes.  I guess he was just
super talented.

"Do you want my dick?" he asked with that sexy voice, and I started begging
for it.  I bucked my hips and tried to drive his dick into me.

He flipped me over and pulled my legs up.  He rested my ankles on his
shoulders and applied more force with his dick to the entrance of my ass.

I never imagined being fucked could feel so good! After the initial pain of
his entry, my body relaxed and the pleasure hit me.  He kept hitting
something buried in my ass that sent waves of pleasure through my entire
body.  My dick started to swell, and I thought I was about to cum.

I could feel his hips slapping into the backs of my thighs, and his balls
were bouncing off of my tailbone.  I had all of him inside of me, and I
never felt so full in my life.  He fucked me like a pro, and I took
everything he gave me.

I felt my own balls tighten against my body at the same time that Pete's
dick swelled inside me.  He stopped pumping, and my dick erupted as I felt
wave after wave of his hot cum flood my insides.

He leaned down and crushed my lips with his, and I thought I would die.
His tongue scraped across my lips, and I opened my mouth to give him
access.  He rubbed his tongue across mine, and I gripped his body with my
arms.

He collapsed on top of me, and then before I knew it, my legs were down, I
was on my side with his arms around me, and we were asleep.