Date: Fri, 21 May 1999 19:06:32 PDT
From: D McGrath <theeggman1@excite.com>
Subject: New Story "Mark Chpt. 1" M/M ( No Sex )

This story is a work of erotic fiction involving two young men. All the
usual rules apply. If you shouldn't be reading this now then don't continue
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Mark
Chapter 1

It's the beginning of February and it's already getting hot in the Southern
California desert. It must be almost ninety today. That's what I remember
thinking as I walked back to the dorm from work. The base I'm stationed at
is not very large but it has most everything I could need or want within a
short walking distance. That's a good thing too! I arrived here last August
and I couldn't believe I saw a thermometer that read one hundred twelve
degrees.  Being from the northeast I quickly learned to slow down my pace
here. At 19 I'm in pretty good shape still from high school and basic
training. I weigh about 170 pounds, only five pounds more than I was at 17
and I'm five feet nine inches tall.

I just got home from work and turning on the TV, heard a knock on the door.
It was Mark. A buddy of mine, about 6' 2" 160lbs, with a thin surfers body
from Florida. Mark had been my best bud for 4 of the 6 months I was
stationed here.  He was a real friend. Someone to talk with, go places and
do things with.  One of those rare people you meet where even a
disagreement is not only allowed but understood and discussed. He was
gorgeous to me in every way.  He had over-extended himself on the
basketball court and got a real nasty cramp in his leg. He was limping and
asked if I could help him out. We had on occasion given each other back
rubs and shoulder massages (I dig a good shoulder massage) so I thought
nothing of it.

"Sure man, no problem. Have a seat while I go have a shower and get changed
out of these funky green things.", I told him.

"It's hotter than hell out there today." he said as I turned my back
removing my shirt and trousers. I heard him flipping the TV channels
finally settling on Bugs Bunny cartoons. I wrapped a towel around my waist,
grabbed my stuff and headed off to the shower. The last things I heard as I
closed the door were, "Rabbit season! Duck season! Fire!!!" and Mark
cracking up. Just as I was getting done toweling off Mark came by the
showers.

"Ya need some help there, dude?"

Blushing, I said, "Thanks, I think I can manage for now."

"I'll meet ya at my room okay?"

"Okay, dude. Just a few more minutes." I replied. As he limped off I
wondered about his comment to help me dry off. God wouldn't that be some
fun? I never had that experience before but I know once it started I'd
probably need another shower. A vicious circle that would become. But I
digress.  Mark was lucky to have a single room to him self. The few single
rooms were very small. They were just large enough for a twin bed, dresser
and a small desk and chair. Marks room was one of only three that had two
twin beds pushed together making one large bed and only one dresser. Most
rooms had two guys and were much larger usually holding two beds, two
dressers, two desk and chair combos with lots of room to move about. Paul
in the room next door had a killer short-timers party last weekend. His
room is as big as mine. I think almost everyone from two dorms was in and
out at some point. It took days to clean up the toilet paper streamers we
threw about!

I went to Mark's room, knocked and he opened the door in his briefs with a
heating pad wrapped around his thigh. I wasn't phased by him in his briefs.
We've seen each other in various stages of dress including naked in the
shower before. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to him. Mark has
broad shoulders and a trim waist and a nice six-pack. As I entered the room
I almost sighed out loud looking at his extraordinary "V" shaped back.

I asked him where we should do this and, turning towards his TV, told him
what I intended to do. When I turned around again he was face up lying
naked on the carpeted floor and Mark asked "How about here?"

I laughed out loud saying, "Man, you could've left your briefs on!"

Mark snickered replying, "It's not anything you haven't seen dozens of
times before."

I kneeled on the floor beside his bad leg and told him to not assist me
moving his leg. I started rubbing and asked which of the muscles cramped
up. The inside and back of his thigh. Okay, now I'm starting to realize
what I'm gonna have to do here. It's getting kind of warm in this room. I
was doing my very best massage. Then I picked up his leg bent it a few
times then put it on my shoulder to continue on rubbing the offending
muscles. We were just chatting during this time and I started to chuckle
because his dick and balls are rolling around like crazy. I told him he
should probably hold on to those before they take off.  He laughed and
covered most of his package with one hand. Whew, that's better - my
temperature was about to reach the boiling point. After massaging, bending
and flexing his leg for a few minutes more I told him to roll over. He
removed his hand from his package to turn onto his stomach. I noted he
looked a little bit excited. Alright, it's cool. I get excited from a
shoulder massage for God's sake. Damn it's roasting in here! Looking at his
perfect bubble butt was as bad as watching his dick and balls bounce
around. It's hard to swallow now, my voice is shaking, my hands trembling
and I'm breathing way too fast. Must - concentrate - on - massage - this -
is - NOT - s-s-s-sexual. But it was too late. I was semi hard and leaking
precum like mad into my briefs. He wasn't making anything any better. I
would massage his back thigh muscles and he would occasionally whisper "oh
yeah, there - easy - okay that's it, man - a little higher okay?"

Eventually he had me rubbing right between his thigh and his scrotum. Mark
was breathing heavy and just purring out occasional "mmm's". I asked him to
roll over so I could finish. Mostly because I was overloaded with feelings
that I could no longer control. My briefs are soaked right through to my
shorts. Oh, God! He's hard. He's beautiful. About six and half inches and
not too thick but certainly not a pencil dick. I grinned - he grinned. I
finished up the massage. I gave up speaking through the trembles. He sat
up, his woody slightly less stiff attempting to roll over onto his
thigh. The wet spot on my shorts was very noticeable.

We sat there on the carpet, both Indian style. Both of us full well knowing
where this could lead. We both started to talk at once. I let him speak
first.  He thanked me for a great massage and he told me how he feels about
me with a gleam in his eye and a tear on his cheek. I sat and listened,
blushing a lot. I thanked him, leaned forward, wiped away the tears and
kissed him softly on the lips. I told him that I do feel the same for him
but I choose not to act on it.  And if I was ever tempted, he sure did a
good job. He smiled at that and asked if he could at least return the
favor. I said sure he could. I moved over to the edge of the bed. He sat on
the bed behind me, still naked and started to rub my shoulders just the way
he knew I liked it. He removed my T-shirt and had me lay on the bed to
continue on to my back. I could feel his weight on my back and his furry
balls tickled. I told him so and we both chuckled. He did get a chance to
rub my buns but I giggled and said something like "You better stop or we're
gonna be making a mess." He finished up with the best foot and toe massage
I've ever had. It damn near put me to sleep. We spent the rest of the night
just talking about what we had done and assuring each other that we weren't
going to blab it all over the base. The next few days we were practically
inseparable. We talked about many things including the fact that our little
rendezvous would continue and our friendship seemed stronger. I spent 3
more years with him as my best friend. There were many other massages just
as stirring as the first.  But those are other stories.

I hope you enjoyed the story. Comments and contructive critisisms are
welcome at theEggman1@excite.com . Flames will be ignored.