"Plaquemines Parish" Part 16

By: Pee Jay

Peejaywrites@gmail.com

The next morning I was up early as usual. I sat in the kitchen waiting for the coffee pot to crank out its brew. When it was ready, I poured myself a cup and went upstairs to shower and dress. I had a little over an hour before Bill was due to drive me to school for the admission test.

When I made it to the top of the stairs, I heard Mike and Steve laughing in their room with the door closed. I went over and banged on the door with my fist yelling, "Coffee's ready." Grinning to myself, I headed for the bathroom to start my routine. I heard Mike yell, "Sport," but couldn't make out the rest of it.

After showering and dressing, I sat at the kitchen table with my backpack, reading and waiting for Mike and Steve. They came down together then we chatted for a few minutes and they left for work wishing me good luck. A while later, Bill rang the bell so I let him in then retrieved my backpack from the kitchen. He took the pack then I locked the door behind him. I went out the back door, locking it and setting the alarm.

On the way to school, Bill said that Mom's car was parked at his house. When I asked why, he said he drove her to work; she was at the corporate offices for the day. After the test, I was supposed to walk to his house on Elysian Fields, about six or eight blocks, and take her car. He gave me a chain with Mom's car keys and a key to his house with a slip of paper showing the burglar alarm code in case I had to go inside. Bill was going as far as the principal's office then leaving as soon as he could for the office. According to him, we were going to Natchez and other points of interest that weekend. We were to leave Friday morning, returning late Sunday afternoon. He said he would make sure Mark's request for time off was approved and I should inquire at work and let him know the outcome as soon as possible.

I assured him I would; I was ready to burst with joy at the prospect of spending two nights with my main man, Mark. I rather liked the sound of that and repeated it mentally a few times. I also squeezed my crotch under the backpack on my lap. I liked that a lot, too!

The test went fine. In fact, it seemed too easy. The hardest part was writing an essay in Spanish. I was rusty, as I hadn't used it since the previous school year. After the test, I walked to Bill's place to get Mom's car. There was no reason to go inside so I hopped in and fired it up. I put the air conditioner on high then called Mark; it was a little before noon; I was hoping we could have lunch if he were up to it. A couple of rings and he answered.

"Hey, what's happening?"

"I just finished the test. You wannna have lunch?"

"Sure, where are you? I'll pick you up."

"I'm at Bill's house. I have Mom's car so I'll come get you; okay?"

"Cool; I have to take a shower first. Mom's at work so I'll leave the back door open. See ya soon, lover boy," then he hung up.

The words `lover boy' resounded fondly in my head. I decided to get moving. If I hurried, maybe I could get a little show or, better yet, the real deal. It was a good thought; one I couldn't get out of my head.

I got confused when I turned off the main road so I had to go back to the highway and start in again. It took longer than it should have. When I got there, he was sitting on the front porch waiting, looking hot as hell. I pulled in the driveway then watched him walk toward the car. I couldn't help picturing him naked and hard, lying on top of me.

As he lowered himself to the seat, I lowered my seat to a reclining position. He pulled the door closed then looked at me, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm waiting."

"For what?"

"For you, dummy. Are you going to take advantage of me or just sit there?"

"Hello! In case you didn't notice, we have neighbors around here. Would you mind acting normal at least until we get out of the neighborhood?" Then he hitched his seatbelt, looking straight ahead.

I sighed then raised my seat and strapped myself in. He sure didn't have a problem putting his arm around me in front of my family. But, put the shoe on the other foot, and he's all worried about appearances. What's that?

"Okay," I said, putting the car in reverse. "I can tell when I'm not wanted."

As the car started moving, I turned around to look out the back window. He squeezed my crotch causing me to depress the accelerator making the tires screech. As quickly as I could, I jammed my foot on the brake and the car came to a screeching halt lurching back and forth.

"Jesus Christ, are you trying to make me have an accident?" I asked.

"I didn't know it worked like a joystick," he said then started laughing.

I hesitated then started laughing, too. After all, it was funny and he was trying to make me feel good. We hit the drive-thru window at a burger joint then drove to City Park. We ate and talked about the coming weekend. What we wanted to do and how much we were looking forward to it. We were both excited about spending two nights together.

Half way through the meal, I noticed him staring at me. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing ... well actually there is something." He said then set his burger on the wrapper in his lap. He flung his hair off his forehead then said, "I want to tell you something."

I took his hand and held it weaving our fingers together. I rather knew where he was headed but I wanted to hear him say it. I stroked his arm to assure him everything was okay. Then, I had the strongest urge to kiss him.

"I care a lot for you, Val," he said.

I was aware of what he was trying to say and hoped I wasn't reading too much into it. I felt the same way but I couldn't bring myself to be the first to say it.

Then I said, "I really like you too."

"Val," he said. "It's hard for me to say stuff like that but I wanted you to know. I want us to be together for a long time."

Those were the sweetest words he could have said. I put my arm around his shoulder and kissed him gently on the mouth. "We are together and it's going to be a long time if I have anything to say about it."

After we ate, we walked around the botanical gardens grabbing, groping and kissing when no one was nearby. There was a lot of cool stuff to look at too. After a while, it was getting late and we had to think about work so we made it a point to come back. There was too much to see in one afternoon and it was all so interesting.

I stopped the car in Mark's driveway. Before he got out, he apologized for being paranoid earlier; then we had the sweetest kiss. I told him it was no big deal, and it really wasn't, as far as I was concerned. I totally understood where he was coming from; then I told him if he were truly contrite he would kiss me again; it worked. We had a long kiss with tongue action; it was difficult to part when it was over. I watched him walk away until he disappeared inside the house; then I backed the car out of the driveway and drove home.

When I got there, I called Mike and Steve telling them what Bill said about the weekend then I went to work. Work went well and so did my request for time off.

I'd spent a lot of time those few days thinking about the weekend, wondering what would happen between Mark and me after lights out. The only thing that concerned me was the physical part. I'd never had anything up there except a finger and Mark had a big banana. That's what bothered me.

Monday, when I gathered the dirty laundry from Mike and Steve's closet, I noticed a dildo on the shelf. I was momentarily stunned and a little more than surprised at the thought of them having one, let alone using it. It was taunting me with the tip of the head peeking out. I could almost hear it whisper, "Touch me, touch me." Then I imagined it winking at me and had to laugh.

I couldn't stand it any longer so I reached out taking it in my hand, turning it over to examine it. Man, it was huge! I held it in my right hand and slapped it on my left palm a couple times. It was weird looking. I replaced it situating it exactly as I found it then closed the door. The thing was, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Thursday morning after Mike and Steve left for work, I had an idea. I went to the closet where I saw their toy. When I opened the door, it was right there looking at me! I picked it up and twirled it around a couple times.

I decided to borrow it so I hid it under my mattress. I thought I might be able to break myself in, so to speak. You know, get ready for the real McCoy type thing. I was already willing, I needed to be skilled and therein lay my predicament. Mark and I had talked about doing it, about going all the way. The thing of it was ... I had never done it before so I wanted to be ready.

That night after work, I fetched the fake phallus from under my mattress. After placing it on the nightstand, I turned the desk light off. I had lotion in the drawer of the nightstand so I took it out. I pulled the covers down then fluffed the pillows. I knelt down and felt around on the floor for the towel I stashed. I pulled it out and spread it over the bed. I was about to climb in when I noticed the door ajar. I closed and locked it remembering Mike's penchant for popping in at the worst of times.

I situated myself face up in bed with the lights out. I played with myself thinking about Mark, his hard dick, and what it would feel like inside me. Apparently, it was a good thought because I started to bone up quickly, which didn't surprise me. Who wouldn't bone up thinking about him? His muscles, good looks and that banana that hung between his legs was more than enough imagery to get me started. I had one finger in my butt so I stuck the dildo in my mouth, imagining it was Mark. I put it in a little too far triggering the gag reflex then had to draw it out. I coughed and gagged a few times as I laid it down next to me trying not to be too loud.

When I thought about it, that was a stupid thing to do; Mark wouldn't have done it like that, he would have thrust himself into my mouth. And this fake plastic penis was cold, not warm like him and much bigger.

I took some lotion and lubed my crack taking care to work some inside. I took another dose and applied it to the plastic probe. With one hand on my joystick, as Mark called it, I pulled my legs up to my chest then moved the thing against my hole applying steady pressure. "Oh my God!, Oh my God!" was all I could say.

There was no way it was going to slide in, no frigging way. I pushed a little harder forcing myself to lower my feet to the bed, arching my back. The more force I applied, the more my crack constricted forcing me inch up the bed until finally, I banged my head on the headboard saying, "Ouch."

That made my dick go soft so I resolved to start anew, this time with a little more stamina. I decided to scoot back down the bed, adjust the towel then put it in. I was determined to get the job done and stop acting like a prima donna. I resolved to take it like a man or whatever, but it was going in, and going in that night, even if it took all night.

I started stroking myself thinking about Mark on top of me with his hard dick between my legs. I began to rise to the occasion as I teased myself rubbing the head of the dildo up and down my crack pausing at my hole as the mental image of Mark getting ready to screw me came into focus.

I forced the head inside and let out a cry of pain. The thing popped out as I involuntarily released it then my ass slammed shut. Holy fuck! I rubbed my crack with my hand to massage the sensation away. Damn, that hurt like hell. I couldn't think of a way to get it in short of using Novocain. I held it with both hands between my legs pointing the stupid thing at my ass wondering if I just plunged it in, would it go. I supposed it would but it would probably have sent me through the wall in the process.

The ordeal wasn't going all that well so I decided to call it off. If anything was going up there, it wasn't going to be that cold, ridiculously oversized version of a boner. It was going to be the real McCoy and I wasn't entirely sure that was going to work, either. Christ, what was I thinking? That thing was huge, much bigger than Mark by a long shot. I relaxed a bit then jerked myself to a satisfying climax. I'd had enough experimenting for one night so I rolled onto my side hugging my pillow with another one held snuggly between my legs. Sleep overtook me in no time.

The next morning, I wrapped Mike and Steve's dildo in the towel and stowed it under the mattress. I was going to wait until they were downstairs or in the spa to clean it up and replace it. I couldn't help wondering which one of them used it. `Maybe Mike,' I mused silently. `After all, he has the capacity to be a big ass at times.' Not really, but I couldn't resist laughing out loud over the idea.

There was a loud pounding at the door making my body jerk with surprise. I quickly patted the mattress to make sure the dildo was well hidden then said, "Yes, Mike?" Good God, he had the uncanny ability to surface at the most inopportune times.

He laughed in the hallway then tried to open the door. He twisted the doorknob a couple times then said, "Can I come in?"

"Depends," I said. "What do you want?" Then I laughed though I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I hoped like hell he wasn't looking for the dildo.

I walked to the door then unlocked it drawing it open.

"Yeees?"

"Why is the door locked and what are you up to in there?" he said inviting himself in.

"It's my new security measures; you know, to keep intruders out. And I'm up to five feet ten inches in here, why?"

He chuckled as I made my way to the bed to lie down. I didn't want him sitting on the bed and possibly feeling something bulky under the mattress.

With nothing further to stir up, Mike said, "Is the coffee ready?"

"I don't know. I haven't been downstairs yet." The translation being, `No I haven't made the coffee.'

"Okay," he said then turned to go.

As he passed through the doorway, I said, "Will you close the door, please." I knew that would irk him and felt extremely good about it.

He closed the door a little too firmly, verifying my suspicions. I reveled inwardly cracking a smile.

I hopped out of bed making my way to the door then locked it. Next to the bed, I dropped to my knees. I was going to move the dildo to the pillow end of the mattress until I could clean and replace it.

I had just finished moving it when someone tried the door. Shit, now what the hell does he want? And worse, now he definitely knows something's up, son of a bitch!

"What now?" I said loudly.

"Open this door," Mike demanded.

"Okay, coming."

`Damn it,' was all I could think. `What's his eff'g problem?'

I opened the door and held my ground looking him in the eye.

"What?" I asked. "Do you wanna watch or something?" I was hoping the inference to masturbating would be enough to get him off my back. As far as embarrassing him, it would never happen in a million years.

He started grinning so I shook my head rolling my eyes as I moved to sit at the computer. I turned it on and tried my best to look disgusted. I guess it worked because Mike said, "Sorry, Sport," then went downstairs, thank God.

After packing a suitcase I borrowed from Steve, I placed it next to the front door then went to join them; they were relaxing in the spa. I placed a lawn chair in front of them and sat down. They were sitting on the edge, dangling their legs in the water.

"You guys gonna be okay while I'm gone?"

Steve said, "It's gonna be tough but we'll manage."

"Oh, okay," I said. "Well, don't manage too good."

Mike laughed, which wasn't well received on my end. I was trying to say goodbye for two days. That would be the longest we were apart since I moved in and Mike was making light of it, the twit.

"So where all are you going?" he asked.

"Natchez for sure; beyond that, I don't know. Mark and Bill have been talking at the club so I guess Mom and I will find out when we get there. Besides, I don't really care. We're going to have our own room," I blurted out.

As soon as I said it, my face heated up. I was so looking forward to it; I hadn't thought about what I said or the implication. I was frustrated with my lack of forethought.

"Your own room, huh?" Mike said. "Why's that such a big deal?" Mike looked at Steve and then back at me, with a big grin on his face, Steve was smiling, too. "Oh, you have something planned!" He wiggled his eyebrows.

I stood up and started walking away saying, "See you guys Sunday."

Mike said loudly, "Come here, Sport, we didn't say goodbye."

I raised my hand and waved as I walked toward the house; that was my goodbye. And I didn't feel the least bit good about it. I was embarrassed by Mike's comment and felt stupid for having said anything in the first place.

I sat at the kitchen table to wait, feeling like shit. Yeah sure, I was spending the next two days with Mark, which was a big deal to me. Why couldn't Mike be happy for me? Why did he have to make light of the situation? I certainly didn't see the humor in it. I wanted him and Steve to be happy for us. Above all, I wanted them to miss me as I was sure to miss them. It was a bummer.

The back door opened and Steve entered the kitchen followed by Mike. "Val?" he asked.

I sat there motionless, "Yeah?"

Steve came from behind hugging me tightly, "Val, we hope you have a good weekend. We're going to miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you, too," I said. Then I stood up, turned around and hugged him back. It felt really good to hear him say that.

"Come here, Sport," Mike said as he approached.

I hugged him as he stepped into me.

"I'm going to miss you, Sport."

That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I relished the sound of it. "I'm gonna miss you too, Mike." Then I squeezed the big oaf as hard as I could. It was one of those `Mike' moments. The kind where you want to pound him one minute then the next he makes everything okay.

When we parted, Steve winked at me. I couldn't resist smiling. He was the best.

The doorbell rang providing a welcome diversion.

"That's probably Mom and Bill," I said.

Steve said he would get it while I gathered my things. He didn't know my stuff was at the front door so I took advantage to say, "I'm going to take a leak. I'll be right back."

Mike pulled me into him again saying, "I hope you have a good weekend, Sport. I'm gonna miss you."

"Thanks, Mike. I'm gonna miss you guys, too," I said meaning every word.

When he let me go, he raised his hand toward my head and I ducked away.

"Mike! Are you trying to erase the good stuff?"

I would have killed him if he'd managed to mess my hair. I had it arranged perfectly and it took some doing to get it that way. I had it looking good for Mark and he was trying to ruin it. Man, I couldn't let my guard down for a minute around him.

"You have nothing to worry about," he said. "Mark's got the best looking sixteen-year-old in town."

"Yeah, right," I said on my way to the powder room. "Not if you have anything to do with it and it's sixteen and ten-twelfths."

I heard him laughing as I closed the door then took a leak.

When I was close to the kitchen, I heard Steve say, "Yeah, I did."

Then Mike said, "Good, I hope he uses it."

"Uses What?" I asked rounding the corner.

"Nothing," Mike was quick to say. "Have a good time and we want to see a lot of pictures when you get back." Then he corralled me with his arm around my neck kissing me. I couldn't resist hugging him again, resting my head on his chest. I guess I could have said I loved the big dude and it would probably have been true; how could I not?

We picked Mark up on the way out of town. Bill said we were taking the freeway to Baton Rouge then heading north to Natchez. Mark handed him a map he printed off the Internet showing our intended route. They worked it out at the club over the past few days.

"Thanks," Bill said placing it on the console. "We don't need it. I have it programmed into the GPS."

Half way to Baton Rouge, Mark asked, "So Bill, have you guys decided on a date for the wedding?"

"Yeah, next spring on May fifteenth, it's a Saturday. The reception is going to be held at the club."

"The service is going to be nice, too," Mom said. "We're getting married in the Cathedral-Basilica of St. Louis King of France."

"Who's going to give you away?" Mark asked.

"My little man," she said snickering.

"Mom!"

The ride was scenic for the most part. When I got bored, I copped a feel of the soft hair on Mark's leg from time to time earning me a few smiles. Man, he looked so damn sexy when he did that it made my heart race. I couldn't wait to climb into bed with him later that night. It made me tremble with delight.

I was curious about Mom's plans for the house so I asked, "What are you going to do with the house in Plaquemines?"

"We'll keep it as a weekend getaway. You know, something like we would call a cottage up North. Since the marina is within easy walking distance, we can take Bill's boat or go by car. We want to plant a big garden there next spring with flowers and vegetables."

That sounded like a good idea. The house was much better now that Mom had it updated and enlarged. It was actually nice. The possibility of Mark and I using it crossed my mind, too. Maybe she would let Mike and Steve use it as well. It didn't seem like a stretch; after all, we were basically family even if it was a little unorthodox.

The signs announcing the distance to Natchez began to appear just in time, we were all ready to be there. Although the scenery was beautiful, it became repetitious after a while and sitting stationary in the back seat, as comfortable as it was, was beginning to take its toll on the pressure points.

The GPS guided us to the front door of the Natchez Grand Hotel. We piled out of the car, more than happy to stretch our legs.

At the front desk, I said, "I can pay for our room."

Bill smiled and said, "You'll have to take that up with your mother. I'll get the room for me and Mark." Then he glanced at Mom before turning to the desk.

I couldn't believe what my ears were hearing. I wasn't going to room with Mark! What the hell? I was completely dumbfounded. Dammit, we came all this way for me to spend two nights with Mom! What's that? You could have scraped me off the carpet, I was that floored. I turned around to look at Mark as I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth as if to say, `I can't believe it.'

He looked every bit as confused as I was. We walked across the lobby toward our suitcases.

"What the hell's going on?" Mark asked.

"Damned if I know. I have no idea. I could have sworn Mom was going to room with Bill. This really sucks."

"Quiet," Mark said. "Here they come."

I picked up Mom's suitcase and mine while Mark gathered his and Bill's bag. They stopped in front of us then Bill took his bag from Mark. Mom extended her hand holding a plastic card, "Here," she said. "This is yours and Mark's room key," she had a sly grin on her face.

I took the keycard then looked at Bill who was grinning. Then I couldn't resist smiling as I looked at Mark, "C'mon; let's get going," I said trying to act like nothing happened.

We headed for the elevators, Mark and I taking the lead. Man, the whole trip almost turned into a fiasco there, whew! I guess the joke was on us although it didn't seem very funny. Either way, it worked out as planned so that was a good thing. I hoped that was the last of the close calls.

The elevator stopped at the third floor then Bill said, "Meet us in the lobby at six for dinner. Wear long pants and a collared shirt."

"Okay, Bill," Mark said. "Where are we going?"

"To be determined," he said. "If we decide on somewhere nice, I don't want the dress code to keep us from being seated. We're in room four-twenty-five if you need anything."

"Ten-four," Mark said then we exited the elevator.

"You're in room three-forty," Mom said. "Keep your phone on if you go out."

"Ten-four," I mimicked Mark's reply with a salute then the doors closed.

"Alone at last," Mark said. "C'mon; let's see what our room looks like."

I followed him down the hall. Now that everything was in place, I was a little nervous. I could feel the butterflies flitting around in my stomach and yet I was one hundred percent certain I wanted to follow through; that much was clear. I knew I cared for him, cared a lot even. What bothered me was the lack of obstacles. In the past, there was always something standing in the way, but that wasn't the case now. As much as I wanted it to happen, it was a little scary, too.

I remembered the conversation I had with Mike. He said, `Never do anything with anyone if it didn't feel right'. This felt right yet I was ambivalent, unable to determine why.

I handed Mark the keycard then he let us in. He was first in the room saying, "Wow, this is real nice. I wonder how much it costs?"

"Who cares," I said. "Mom's paying; so enjoy."

He walked to the window drawing the drapes open revealing a magnificent view of the Mississippi. The hotel was situated on a bluff overlooking the river so the panorama stretched a good distance up and down river. It made for a breathtaking view.

"That's really something," I said placing my arms around him from behind. Then I kissed his neck, resting my chin on his shoulder. He felt good in my arms, real good.

The river looked lazy, with a few boats moving at a snail's pace. There were no waves or evidence of motion. If you didn't know north from south, you would have no idea the direction of the current. Still, it was very calming and awe inspiring, the term romantic came to mind.

"Mark," I said. "I like you a lot."

I wanted to say `love' but I didn't. That would be a big step, one I wasn't ready to take or, at least, admit to. Christ, I wanted the doubt to go away; I wanted to hear a positive response resonate. I wanted reassurance that I wasn't alone, flying solo.

He turned around then we kissed softly resting our heads next to one another for a few moments. He slowly moved his hands under my T-shirt massaging my back. I did the same.

"I'm gonna start purring in a minute," he said.

"Purr away," I said. "I'll scratch behind your ears if you like."

He tightened his grip then purred, "Mmmmm."

It made me smile and wiggle into his arms as I tightened my hold on him. A minute or so into it, he leaned back, kissed me then said, "Let's go exploring. I want to see if I can find something for Mom ... and her husband," he added reluctantly.

"Okay, I want to get something for Mike and Steve, too."

We parted with a quick kiss to sort through our bags. I was looking for the toiletries I had sealed in a Ziploc bag.

Mark found what he was looking for then headed for the bathroom. As he passed, he said, "How long were you planning to be gone?"

"What do you mean?"

"You packed enough clothes for a couple weeks,"

"Bite me."

He laughed on his way to the bathroom. "Hurry up," he hollered.

I felt the bag below some jeans and hauled it out. It was much larger than I remembered. Upon closer scrutiny, I could see a handwritten note inside. I opened the bag to find a plastic bottle of lube, some condoms and a strange looking clear plastic probe with a flange on the end.

I quickly glanced at the bathroom to see if Mark noticed. He didn't so I pulled the note out and shoved the bag under some clothes lowering the lid of the suitcase. I sat on the floor to read it.

Sport,

We're enclosing this care package in the hopes you have a good time. Above all, be careful and use the condoms if that's what you decide. Don't forget, never do anything you don't feel comfortable doing. And remember, we love you and miss you.

Mike & Steve

I almost started crying when I finished reading. I knew they cared but seeing it in writing was something altogether different. I couldn't take my eyes off the words `we love you'. I swallowed hard trying to stifle watery eyes. I never felt so sentimental as I did at that moment.

I found my toiletries in the suitcase then went to the bathroom to splash my face and straighten myself. Mark moved to the toilet while I stepped up to the sink. He pulled the waistband of his boxers down grabbing his dick. I couldn't help staring at its reflection in the mirror. It was so hot the way he pulled the foreskin back exposing the head of his magic wand. Magic because all he had to do was wave it and I rose to the occasion. I was so thankful I was gay. I didn't think anything could be more titillating. I looked up to see Mark smiling in the mirror.

"It's all yours, Sport," he said. "I've been saving myself for you."

"You can keep right on saving yourself if you don't get over the Sport thing."

Actually, he could use it on me anytime, anywhere he wanted and it would be perfectly fine, out of this world as far as that goes. However, there was no way I was going to tolerate `Sport' from him, no way. If he wanted to stick me with that thing then he'd better start calling me by my given name. I reserved the right to cave on that one though. The stimulation was much too strong to make it a steadfast rule. And secretly, I think I kinda liked it.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I won't do it again."

"It's okay," I said. Though I really wished, he wouldn't get in the habit.

It didn't matter coming from Mike or Steve; they were older, but Mark was different. He was the one I wanted to be with. My ... `other half' ... as I regarded him, my boyfriend. The person that piqued and taunted every provocative thought, the only one that could scratch that itch, the only one I wanted to scratch that itch, in fact, the reason the itch existed in the first place.

He put his tool back in his pants allowing me to look away, finally. He rinsed his hands, dried them then ran his finger from the bottom of my crack to the top.

"You ready yet?" he asked.

"Yup. Oh, wait a minute," I said tugging at my shorts to give my hard dick some room. "I have to get my money and camera."

We rode the elevator down then used the exit that opened to downtown and the shops. We strolled a few blocks then noticed an interesting store so we went in.

Mark was inspecting the candles, the same as he did when we visited Mom. I made a mental note, thinking it would probably make a good gift for him when the occasion arose. I found a cool baseball cap that I thought would look good on Steve so I picked it up. He had that boyish quality about him enabling him to pull it off. Mike, on the other hand, was going to be harder to buy for. I found a nice polo shirt that would look good on him but it was too expensive so I kept browsing.

"Do you like this shirt?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, I think it would look hot on you."

"I was thinking of you."

I darn near started laughing. It was a muscle shirt and I was definitely not in Mark's class when it came to muscles.

"You gotta be kidding. I would look like an idiot wearing that thing."

"You don't have to be a body builder to look good in it. It's the look not necessarily the body and you have a nice one so why not show it off? You have good definition, too."

"I don't know. I'd feel kinda dumb wearing it like I'm pretending to be something I'm not."

"If I buy it, will you wear it?"

After a moment's thought, I said, "Well, okay," reluctantly.

I could always wear it in the backyard around the spa and he would be the only one to see me. That would be harmless enough, and if he liked it; well, I guess I could do it for him. It was sweet of him to think that much of me.

"Cool," he said then turned to go.

I smiled as he walked away. He was so nice and thoughtful; I couldn't help thinking how lucky I was and how much he meant to me. He was my boyfriend! I liked the sound of that.

I decided on a nice T-shirt for Mike that I thought he would wear. He didn't have many so I was sure he'd get some use out of it and, if I was right, hopefully like it.

My phone started buzzing in my pocket. Caller ID indicated the hotel so I passed it to Mark. He didn't mind taking the call and I was happy to be out of the loop. I watched him as he looked at the floor talking. When he hung up he said, "Bill wants us to meet them in the lobby in fifteen minutes. We better get going."

We paid and made our way back to the hotel.

On the way, Mark said, "Here," handing me the bag with the shirt he bought then I thanked him.

In our room, we changed clothes and freshened up in the bathroom then headed for the lobby to meet Mom and Bill. They were waiting on us when we arrived.

"Where are we going for dinner?" Mark asked.

"A seafood place downtown," Bill said. "We're going to walk. It's only a few blocks from here. Let's get moving so we don't miss our reservation."

We went out the same exit Mark and I used earlier. Outside the hotel, Mom said, "What did you guys do this afternoon?"

"We went shopping," Mark said.

Mom was walking next to Bill ahead of us. She turned to look over her shoulder. I couldn't figure out why so I said, "Mark bought a gift for his mother and I got something for Mike and Steve."

Mom nodded and said, "That's nice," then turned around.

Bill had his arm around her as we walked, which didn't really bother me in and of itself. I was still getting used to the idea of Mom being romantically involved. I was glad for her because she was my mother. I was for anything that would make her happy and Bill seemed to do just that. I knew she deserved it but I had sex on the brain. Mom and Bill? I didn't want to think about it.

The best part of dinner was the hors d'oeuvres and wine. Bill ordered a tray of assorted appetizers and cheeses and a French red wine that I never heard of; it all tasted delicious. It could have been a standalone meal.

After dinner, we walked down to the river, leisurely strolling along the banks watching the boats and lights reflecting off the water. It was a pleasant evening with the moon and stars overhead; the effect of the water was soothing too. After a while, Mom and Bill stopped at a bench and said they were going to sit and would see us on our way back or in the morning. We said good night to each other then Mark and I continued walking.

A few minutes later, I slipped my hand into Mark's; he smiled raising it to his mouth then kissed it. He directed us toward a park bench a few paces beyond the sidewalk then we sat down to relish the grace and beauty before us. As we sat treasuring the view, it was plain to see how the river acquired monikers like `the mighty Mississippi' and `old man river'. Its quiet strength had a solemn reverence that must have been an inspiration to many. It was almost humbling to observe something so smooth and supple yet powerful enough to cause devastation.

"What are you thinking?" Mark asked placing his arm around my shoulder.

I rested my head against his saying, "Among other things, the river."

"And?" Mark asked.

"Us."

"Yeah," was all he said.

We sat for the longest time in silence, occasionally kissing and holding hands; neither of us feeling the need to speak. A soft touch here or gentle caress there followed by a smile was all we needed. It was the most romantic time we'd spent; I wished silently for many more.

Sometime later Mark asked, "Are you ready to go?"

I didn't want to leave since our time there was so exceptional but it was getting late.

"Yeah, I suppose. I'm getting tired. It's been a long day." The wine had taken its toll, too.

We rose and walked in the direction of the hotel. We were the only ones along the river at that time of night so we embraced, kissed and held hands, anything we felt like doing. It was nice and liberating not having to hide or be discreet with our affections. I told Mark how I wished things could be like that all the time and he agreed.

Back in the room, we undressed then climbed into bed. We lay in each other's arms for a while happy to be where we were, alone together. We were tired from the events of the day. Eventually we did a little sucking and stroking then went to sleep satisfied and secure in each other's embrace. It was great, sort of like having our own place.

The next morning dawned much too soon for us. Not because we didn't sleep well; that we did. Too early because we had to face the reality of the day, had to pry ourselves apart and participate, when all we really wanted was to stay put.

"I don't want to get up," Mark said.

"Me either."

Then I brushed the hair from his eyes, those eyes! Would I ever get tired or used to looking into them, into his soul? He was the best thing that ever happened to me. I could have stayed there all day wrapped in his arms.

The strange thing was, the sex wasn't the most important thing. Sure, I wanted it, enjoyed and looked forward to it even. The point was, I was there with him and we were together, neither one of us cared about anything outside our little world. He was the one that made it right in a special kind of way.

I was lying on my side with him pressed up against my backside. He had his arm over me and I had my arm over his with our fingers intertwined when the phone rang.

"You answer it," Mark said.

"No, you answer it."

"Okay," he said reaching for the phone.

After he hung up he said, "That was Bill. He wants us to meet them in the dining room at eight. It's seven-thirty now. C'mon, we can shower together," then he slapped me on my bare ass.

"Ouch."

"That didn't hurt," he said sarcastically.

Mark went to start the shower while I took a minute to stretch in bed. I watched him walk toward the bathroom with his dick pointing at the ceiling, the head barely visible peeking out of his foreskin. It was hot as hell looking. I pulled my boner back a couple times letting it slap on my stomach.

"Are you coming?" he hollered from the bathroom.

"Yeah," I hollered back. Christ, we were supposed to be on vacation so what was the big rush?

I pulled the shower curtain open to peek inside. Mark was playing with himself, gently stroking his upright hard dick protruding from a light brown bush. I was fascinated watching the foreskin slide over the head then draw back exposing his big knob.

He looked up and smiled, "Ready to play?"

That was a dumb question so I said, "Maybe," then I stepped in the shower with my dick harder than ever. I didn't want to appear overly eager but I guess my hard-on was a dead giveaway.

We stroked and kissed each other for a while until we simultaneously climaxed. When I started to squirt, I moved closer and let my cream run through his pubes. I was sure the feel of them on the head of my dick was good for an additional squirt. Mark's cum covered my hand slowly spreading over it. When he finished, I rubbed it on my still hard dick and shuddered at the sensation.

Mark started laughing, "What was that?" he asked.

"That was the icing on the cake," I replied and it really was. I loved the feel of his icing on my hard dick. Hell, it made me shudder, that should tell him how good it feels.

"Come here, lover boy," he said pulling me close. We came together with a wet slap; his body was so firm and muscular.

We embraced and started kissing again. He was a damn good kisser too and since I liked romantic stuff; well, I was getting all worked up again.

We parted and he gave me a quick peck on the lips then said, "We better get a move on or we're gonna be late."

"Yeah, and it's going to be embarrassing if we're too late."

I bent over to take the soap from the soap dish. He grabbed one cheek of my ass with his index finger running down my crack. He squeezed firmly then said, "Man, that's one hot ass."

I reached behind me pulling on his dick and said, "That's one hot tamale," then had to chuckle.

"Stay down there, Val and hand me the soap."

I did as he said handing him the soap then he proceeded to wash my ass forcing a little soap inside. He waited for the shower to rinse it off then knelt behind me and started working my hole with his tongue. Oh my God and son of a bitch that felt good! I widened my stance then bent over some more pushing my ass onto his tongue. `Holy shit' was all I could think. It was fantastic; I didn't want him to stop.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Ave Maria!" I said meaning it in a heavenly sense because it was definitely out of this world. Man, if a tongue felt that good what would that big boner of his be like?

He giggled then slapped my ass saying, "That's all you get for now."

What? Christ, I felt like I had been deprived of something, punished more or less. It didn't seem fair so I stood up and said, "Who put you in charge anyway?"

"You did when you bent over." Then he pulled my hard dick and released it letting it slap against my stomach.

I had to think about that. There was something inherently true though I couldn't quite grasp the meaning. I rolled it over in my mind as we hurried to finish.

Mom and Bill were sitting in the middle of the dining room eating when we entered. I stopped next to Mom bending over to kiss her on the cheek. When I straightened up, I patted Bill on the shoulder, "Good morning," I said.

"Good morning," they both responded.

"Morning, Bill, Mrs. Milner," Mark said nodding at them.

They both responded then Mom asked of no one in particular, "What are we doing today?"

I was all ears taking my seat next to Mark; I was aware of a few things but not the whole itinerary.

Bill began, "First, we're going to The Grand Natchez Village and Emerald Mound not far from the airport. After that, we're picking up the Natchez Trace Parkway for maybe fifty miles then we'll have lunch."

"Aren't we going to the Natchez Visitor Center?" Mark asked. He'd been planning the trip with Bill and mentioned it several times. He was excited about it, looking forward to it, too.

"Yeah," Bill said. "We'll see it before we leave."

We finished breakfast then Bill signed the tab. We made our way to the lobby. Mark and I had to excuse ourselves briefly to get our money and my camera.

We hit the Natchez Visitor Center before we left town then Emerald Mound, the Grand Natchez Village and many miles of the Natchez Trace Parkway. Mark was fascinated always wanting to know more and asking to borrow my camera. I thought it was kinda cool but as the afternoon progressed, I began to get bored.

Bill was into it, having done his research as well as drawing on his knowledge of the region. That kind of thing was right up his alley so he had no trouble staying interested and holding Mark's attention. He and Mark seemed to enjoy each other's company and prod one another on. It didn't matter a great deal to Mom and me, though we weren't rude about it. I didn't begrudge Mark his heritage, though I wasn't interested to the point he was. I must say, the landscape was beautiful, like nothing we'd ever seen; the knees of the Cypress trees standing in the swamps with moss stretching toward the ground and breathtaking views around every corner. It was late in the season making the first hint of fall colors visible. It was easy to see how beautiful it would be, come autumn.

Toward the end of the afternoon, Mark and Bill wanted to see the Rosalie mansion built on the site of the first European settlement in the area by the French called Fort Rosalie so named in honor of the Duchess of Pontchartrain. Mom and I opted to be dropped off at the Hotel since it was late in the day and we were both burned out on history and heritage.

"I feel like having a glass of wine before taking a nap," Mom said. "Would you care to join me?"

"Sure, Mom."

We chose a table in the dining room away from the other patrons. Mom ordered a carafe of white wine and some finger food then we waited for service.

"My transfer to New Orleans was approved," Mom said. "I start working at the corporate offices after Labor day. Before I start, Bill and I are going to take some time off and get away. We're going to spend Labor Day weekend in Las Vegas."

"That's great, Mom. When do you plan to make the move? If you need help just ask. Mark and I would be happy to pitch in."

I was dreading the obvious question. Specifically, did she want me to move in with her and Bill. There was no doubt in my mind I loved Mom. The problem, as I saw it, was getting used to a new set of living arrangements. Then there was the gay thing to consider. How would that work? I was comfortable where I was and liked living with Mike and Steve, not at all eager to leave.

"I appreciate your offer but I don't have much to move," she said. "Everything is staying except for personal things like clothes, pictures and maybe a few keepsakes from my mother. I already have quite a few things at Bill's house. He hates when I call it his house. He keeps telling me it's our house. He's going to change the title and deed after the wedding."

"That's nice Mom. I'm happy for you."

"I would like you to move in once we're settled but I'm not going to force you. If you decide to stay with Mike and Steve, I'm not going to lie and say I like it. I will say, I understand the reasons why and want you to be as happy with them as I am with Bill. In the mean time, I'll be spending weekends in town. It would very nice if you could see your old mother and spend some time with us. That's not asking too much is it?"

"I'll come over as often as you like and you're not old, Mom. I haven't had a chance to tell you but I think Bill is a great guy. Mark likes him too. You can tell by the way they get along so well."

She looked up smiling, "Thanks, honey. That means a lot to me. Since your father passed away, it seems like we went our own way. I worry about you, how you're doing, if you're enjoying yourself."

Oh boy, I know what she's leading up to. Here comes the part about working, I can smell it.

"I'm doing fine, Mom. I'm having fun and everything," I said trying to sound convincing.

Her eyes darted between her wine and me then she said, "Maybe it would be better if you limited work to weekends when school starts. You're going to be awful busy with school and work," she emphasized `and'.

"Mom, I thought we agreed to watch my grades. If they drop then I have to quit or cut back on the hours. If they stay good, then I get to keep working. And there's something else, I'm going to need a car and that job is the only way I have to pay for it."

"If I recall correctly, that was Mike and Steve's solution and Bill thought it was reasonable, too. I'm still not convinced."

"Well Mom, if they all agree, then what's the problem?"

"The problem is, I'm your mother and I want what's best for you. I don't think going to school and working full time is what a sixteen year old should be doing."

"Sixteen and ten-twelfths," I said. "I'll be seventeen in October."

She rolled her eyes trying to stifle a smile. I was pretty sure I won that round.

"I love you, honey. You can't blame me for being concerned."

"I love you too, Mom," then I half stood leaning over the table and kissed her cheek. For the first time in my life, I felt like we actually communed, as if we reached a new plateau. It was a moment I would remember for a long time to come.

"Is my car still parked at Mike and Steve's?"

"Yeah, it's in the garage on Mike's side so he doesn't have to move it every time he goes out."

"You can use that car to go back and forth between school, home and work. I asked them to keep an eye on it so you aren't tooling around town."

Wow! I was allowed to use her car as if it were my own. It was practically brand new, too! A new Ford Fusion and it was car of the year on top of that. Plus, it was loaded with the best sound system available. Hell, it was loaded period. I could hardly contain my enthusiasm.

"Thanks a lot, Mom. But what are you going to drive?"

"Bill's brother in law works at a Ford dealership. He's going to lease a Taurus for me."

That sounded pretty good, actually damn good. I wondered if it would be easier to go through life equipped like a woman. It seemed like men did more for women so that was the impetus behind the thought. In any case, things seemed to be working out lately. At least we weren't scraping by, worrying about every last penny.

We drank our wine then went upstairs. I felt like I could have floated to the third floor having been given, for the most part, my own car. In the elevator, Mom said, "Would you like to have dinner with Bill and me or spend some time with Mark?"

"I would rather go with you and Bill. Would you mind if I let Mark decide and call you?"

The elevator stopped at the third floor. As the doors parted, Mom said, "It's fine with me young man. Let us know as soon as you can."

I kissed her again then said, "Okay, Mom," stepping into the hallway.

As I walked toward the room, I contemplated her calling me young man. It was a little confusing because it was the first time she ever said that though I liked the sound of it, liked it a lot. It was her way of giving up ground, an admonition of a sort. I resolved to be as worthy of her expectations as I could, wanting to live up to and exceed them. That might sound corny to some, but that was my intent and I was intent on making it happen.

I was napping on top of the comforter with a pillow between my legs and one under my head when I felt the weight of Mark's body on mine. I rolled over stretching under him. "What time is it?"

"Time to take your clothes off."

"Yeah, right," I said yawning. "We have to call Mom and Bill to let them know if we're going to dinner with them or by ourselves."

"That's an easy one. We're going alone."

"Okay, that means we have to pay our own way and no wine with the meal."

"Oh, maybe we should go with them."

I laughed. "Whatever, you have to call and let them know."

We decided to go with Mom and Bill then do our best to excuse ourselves as soon as possible.

Bill made reservations at a sushi restaurant. When the time came, I had no idea what to order so Mark ordered for the two of us while Bill ordered for himself and Mom. I was pleasantly surprised and ate more than my fair share. I especially liked the soft-shelled crabs. When I tried to take the last one, Mark poked my hand with his chopsticks.

"Ouch, what was that for?" I said withdrawing my hand.

"I would like to have at least one, if you don't mind."

Mom and Bill thought it was humorous.

"Okay," I said. "It's all yours," then I reached for something else with my chopsticks.

Bill offered to get another order but we declined thanking him. There was plenty of food on the table as it was. During the meal, Bill said how much he enjoyed the day, which was all Mark needed to start in about the Grand Natchez Village and almost every other thing we saw and did that day. He had picked up a printed copy of known Natchez Indian words and their meaning. He was driving everyone nuts trying to remember the word then pronounce it correctly. I was beginning to understand why Steve was so adamant about not spending his vacation time in Natchez.

I offered to pay for our share of the meal since Bill had been shouldering most of the expenses. He thanked me saying it wasn't necessary. I insisted on leaving the tip so Bill gave in. When he told me how much to leave my eyes almost bugged out. I was used to being on the other end of the tab so large sums didn't faze me. When I was the one paying, those large tabs had an entirely different significance.

We walked leisurely back to the hotel. Mom and Bill went to their room saying they were tired and that was the reason we cited to do the same. We said goodnight to one another on the elevator then Mark and I got off at the third floor.

I followed Mark as he walked down the hall toward our room. This was going to be our last night together for who knew how long. It was a night I'd dreamt of many times. Yet, as I followed along, I was nervous as hell. I couldn't help thinking about what Mark expected and didn't get the night before. Then I couldn't set the dildo scenario aside from two nights ago. I silently wished I was staying in Mom's room. I knew it was dumb but that's how I felt and all I could think about.

Mark let us in the room then I made a beeline for the bathroom closing the door behind me. After peeing, I checked myself out in the mirror then decided to brush my teeth. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I opened the door and turned the light off.

Mark was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He had tuned the radio to a soft rock station, swaying his foot to the music. He had turned the lamp on the dresser off leaving one bedside lamp on. He looked damn good. Actually, the truth be known, he looked hot as hell.

"Come here, sexy," he said patting the bed next to him.

Gulp! `This is it' I said to myself. I walked tentatively across the room then climbed into bed. I toed my shoes off and flung them on the floor then rested on the bed, draping an arm and leg over him. He turned to face me placing a hand behind my head then we kissed.

We lay looking into each other's eyes for a few moments before he said, "Are you okay?" Then he slid his arm under my head resting it on my back.

I didn't want to tell him the truth so I said, "Yeah."

"Then how come you're trembling?" He turned on his side and wrapped his other arm around me.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck. "I don't know," was all I could manage as I tightened my hold to put some tension on my muscles and stop jittering.

He pulled his head back loosening his grip so we could see each other then ran his fingers through my hair. He smiled and said, "I love you," then we kissed.

I buried my face between his neck and shoulder saying, "I love you too," then I held him fast. It was the most natural thing in the world making me feel light and ethereal. I told him I loved him. I finally said it and meant it from the very depths of my being. All I could do was hope and pray I got it right that time.

We lay there for several minutes, he, softly rubbing my back, stopping occasionally to pat it gently while I slowly calmed down. The tension eventually eased as we lay secure, holding one another, my face nestled between the pillow and his neck. If ever there were a defining moment that had to be it. God, I loved him something fierce.

I pulled my face back to speak, "Mark?"

He kissed me then said, "Yeah?"

"I have something to show you." I got up and retrieved the Ziploc Mike and Steve stashed in my suitcase. I handed it to him, minus the note, then snuggled up to his backside kissing him and resting my arm on his stomach, my hand moving over his chest. He felt so muscular and strong. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating as I moved my hand back and forth.

He rolled to face me, smiling. I couldn't help it either then I had to kiss him, and for the moment, everything seemed to be fine. The time was at hand and I was ready or as ready as could be expected. He rolled on his back stretching his arm across the bed to dim the light. A warm amber glow settled over the room while the music played softly.

He sat up to pull his socks off then began unbuttoning his shirt. I sat up placing my hands on his arms to stop him. "Let me do that," I whispered just before I kissed him.

I slowly undid the top buttons sliding my hands inside to feel his chest and nipples. It was a remarkable sight. I bent over running my tongue and lips over one nipple while gently massaging the other with my fingers. His chest stopped heaving as his breathing became light and irregular. I licked the other one, savoring the taste and smell of him. It was a high I never wanted to end.

I undid the rest of the buttons pulling the shirttails from his pants then ran my hands over him as I kissed and licked my way down his chest and stomach to his navel. God, he tasted good. I licked the soft fine hair that disappeared in his pants then rubbed my cheek over it determined to have all of him. He let out a gasp then pulled me to him as he eased onto his back saying, "Come here, you."

We kissed furiously, our tongues doing double time as we tugged at each other's clothing. We had to stop so I could get him naked wanting nothing more than the feel and touch of his nakedness against me. I undid his belt pulling at the waistband of his pants and boxers then slid them off. With his crotch exposed, I bent over kissing and licking him then took his knob in my mouth to taste and tease him with my tongue. He was rock hard and the oral stimulation made his shaft jab the roof of my mouth. It was more than I could handle reaching in my pants to stroke myself.

I kissed his hard dick then took his foot, massaging it. His feet were so masculine and sexy; I sucked and licked his toes as I looked up at his naked form. He spread his legs and grabbed himself slowly pulling the foreskin up and down over the head of his shaft. He let a moan escape him as I sucked and licked his toes. I was primed at the look and feel of his body, every part of him spelled stud; the soft fine hair on his toes and feet. The strength his feet embodied, even they were sexy.

He sat up, gently pushing my shoulders back. I reclined with him naked between my legs, marveling at the sight of him as the soft light cast shadows across his stomach and chest. He placed both hands on the pillow either side of my head then lowered himself. I rose to meet his mouth wanting ... no NEEDING to taste him again, having to take my eyes off his hardness yet able to feel it against me. I stroked his back, thighs, arms ... anywhere that made me feel good.

When we finished kissing and exploring each other's mouth, he unfastened my belt pulling my pants and underwear down. My stiff dick hung up on the waistband snapping back on my stomach with a thud. Mark looked at it for a few moments, I got so hard I thought it might explode. I wanted him to want me and it was evident he did. I wanted him too, in the worst way. I wanted him more than anything in the world. The sight of him naked and erect was something so powerful; I thought I might pop at any moment.

He tossed my pants on the floor then started licking and kissing his way up the inside of my thighs, first one then the other. It drove me up the wall with pleasure. He pushed my legs apart as he made his way to my crotch grabbing my hard dick and jacking it while licking and eventually sucking my sack into his mouth. I loved the slippery moist feel of his tongue massaging my balls. It felt like my hard-on was bigger and harder than it had ever been.

He kissed and licked his way up my stomach and chest pausing at my nipples to excite them with his lips and tongue. I watched his muscles flex and relax as he changed positions. I didn't think it was possible for anyone to be more masculine. I thought he had the hottest looking body I'd ever seen; I knew he had the hottest rod. I wanted it in my mouth more than anything. He continued to work his way to my face. He paused and said, "I want this to be good for both of us," then we kissed. "If you want me to stop, say so. Okay?"

I nodded then couldn't resist licking his armpit, it was so manly and sexy with the shadow of hair barely visible in the dim light. The taste of it nearly drove me into a sexual frenzy as I licked and softly drew it into my mouth.

He lowered his naked body then we ground our crotches together ratcheting our desire to a feverish pitch. I ran my hands over every part him and he did the same. I couldn't get enough. He sucked and nibbled on a nipple while twirling the other between his fingers and the sensation drove me insane, they were so sensitive it made my body shudder.

He rose on all fours then reversed himself. I watched his hard dick as he moved; it was so stiff it barely bobbed. I massaged his foreskin up and down which made me salivate; it was exquisite in every detail. I took him in my mouth then he began to thrust in and out. I loved it when he did that and elongated my throat so he could push it all the way in. I sucked and bobbed on his hot rod until I was out of breath having to pause for air. He did the same and eventually paused, needing air, too.

He rose and turned around situating himself between my legs, resting on his elbows, "I love you," he said reverently then his mouth curved up slightly.

"I love you too," I said then I raised my head to kiss him.

He reached for the Ziploc removing the lube and a condom. He tore the condom open with his teeth then spat the torn wrapper out. I watched admiring his every move, everything about him. His arms, the muscles in his neck, the way his chest narrowed to his waist and his stiff uncut shaft; I had to have all of him.

He slid the condom on as I worshipped him. He was perfect. He leaned down to kiss me then said, "Are you okay with this?"

I nodded then whispered, "Yeah, I love you."

He kissed me again then whispered, "I love you too."

He sat up and squeezed some lube onto his hand. He began to massage my ass with the lube in one hand while he slowly stroked my hard-on with the other. It was phenomenal and the sight of his magnificent body was all it took for me to spread my legs drawing my knees toward my chest. I was ready.

He slid a finger in making me draw a deep breath. After a few moments, I began to loosen up so he slid another one in working them slowly as we kissed. I loved it pushing my ass down further. I stopped him stroking me, I was getting too close.

He pulled his fingers out then scooted forward positioning himself at my threshold. He leaned forward placing a hand on either side of my head then lowered himself and we kissed.

"Go ahead," I said then I hugged his neck and kissed him one more time. "I want to feel you inside me."

He smiled then I felt his bone press against my ass. With a little more pressure, the head slid in making me gasp aloud.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Take it slow."

He started to apply steady pressure advancing a little at a time. One moment it felt excruciating then the next, it was exhilarating. He wasn't all the way in when he began an easy screwing rhythm. I thought I would go crazy it felt so good.

I looked at his body to see his stomach muscles taut then noticed his biceps and chest bulging. I drew my legs as far apart as I could then pulled my knees up to my waist. I wanted him to show me how much of a man he was. I wanted all of it.

When he was all the way in, he gave a firm jab. I gasped sucking in more air than I ever had. He was huge and I had all of him inside me! I felt his chest and nipples as he began to move in and out. The sensation was beyond anything I had ever known. God, I loved him and the feel of him inside me. He was all male and began to prove it.

He started slowly, gradually, building to a crescendo, screwing me for all he was worth and I loved it, every bit of it. He pounded away with everything he had and I spread my legs as far as I could. At times, he would ram himself in then hold it in place for a few moments while we stared into each other's eyes. I swear I could feel him swell up when he did that making my hard dick throb.

With the lustful cadence that drove him, it wasn't long until he started a low moan as he began to erupt. The sound and feel of him pummeling away made my juices roil. A few more drives and I spewed a load ejaculating with every pulsating stab, moaning every time he bottomed out. He announced his climax with grunts and groans then began spewing inside me with his back arched, eventually shaking with the last of it then collapsing on me as we gasped for air, sweaty and spent.

I held him in my arms while we caught our breath, unable to speak. I ran my hand over his full firm cheeks then squeezed moving my other hand over the muscles in his back. He was still buried deep inside and I loved the feeling of his big, hard bone probing my guts, making his presence known.

He took us to a dimension that I could never have envisioned by any stretch of imagination. It was a place where nothing existed but the two us. A place neither one of us could find without the other. It was ours and ours alone to cherish and preserve.

Mark propped himself up on one elbow saying, "Thank you; that was awesome. I love you so much." Then we kissed, not passionately or lustful; it was a loving kiss. When we parted, we couldn't help grinning at each other.

"I love you too, a whole lot," I said then pecked him on the mouth again. "You know what this means don't you?"

Before he could respond, his soft dick popped out of my ass. I smiled at him then wrapped my arms and legs around him. He did the same then rolled us over pulling me on top of him.

"Well yeah," he said smiling. "But I don't want to be rude or hurt your feelings."

"Hmmm," I said, aware we were on different wavelengths. "Go ahead and say it. If you don't intend to be rude or hurtful, then it won't come out that way, just say it."

"Well," he hesitated. "It means that ... ah ... that, like you're not a virgin anymore."

I had to smile and felt relieved at the same time. "That's true but there's nothing rude or mean about that."

"Okay, then what does it mean?"

"It means we're a couple now. We belong to each other like Mike and Steve. Neither one of us can look at anyone else. We're together in a committed relationship."

"I thought we already were," he said seriously then lowered his head to the pillow. He wiggled out from under me then asked solemnly, "Were you seeing someone?"

Oh man, this wasn't going at all as intended. "Mark," I said getting up on one elbow. "I wasn't seeing anyone." Then I put my hand on his chest. "You're the only one. What I meant was that after we did what we did, it was like taking a vow. You know, something sacred like a promise that can't be broken. That's what I meant."

"Come here," he said pulling me to him. "You think too much sometimes."

We held each other and kissed for a while. I traced the outline of his mouth, nose and face kissing and cupping his face every so often. I had to grab and kiss his dick too. I loved doing that.

He was running his hands over me exploring everywhere. He paused with his hand on my butt and wiggled his finger in my crack, smiling. I couldn't hold back and giggled. That was his playground; he could play there anytime he wanted!

Eventually, we grew tired and fell into a blissful sleep; safe and secure in the knowledge and arms of one another.

The next morning, we awoke the same way we fell asleep, tangled up. It was something I could easily get used to. I stretched a few times then had to take a leak. I got out of bed making my way to the bathroom but not before I planted a big ole kiss on my boyfriend. As I crossed the room, I felt a pain in the butt for the first time in my life, literally.

Mark started laughing his ass off so I turned around to see what was so funny. He was pointing at me and trying to talk but couldn't stop laughing long enough to get it out. I decided to pee while he got over whatever the hell it was, he found so hilarious. I decided not to sit down to pee as I often did in the nude. I found it relaxing and easier to go and it seemed like I was able to empty my bladder better versus standing. I didn't sit because my butt was tender from the workout Mark gave it.

I rinsed and dried my hands then headed for the bed and some cuddling or maybe something more if I could coax it out of him.

Mark was still giggling, trying to stifle himself.

"Come here, you," he said.

As I walked toward him, I said, "Ah, the name's Val if you don't mind. Not You or Sport or whatever. Val. Ya got it?"

"Turn around," he said grinning.

I thought he wanted to feel or play with my ass again. Though it was tender, I could have been persuaded without a lot of conversation to use it again. I felt something slide out of my ass with a `thwap'. Mark started laughing hysterically again.

I turned around to see him holding a condom in his hand, the one he wore last night. "That's romantic," I said sarcastically. Christ, I felt like a human trash receptacle.

My comment sent him into another round of disgusting guffaws. He was still rolling around on the bed holding the stupid thing in the air between his fingers, laughing and pointing at it. I was afraid I might start laughing too so I rolled my eyes, shook my head then turned to go shower. I didn't want him to see me smiling and definitely didn't want him to hear me laugh.

At breakfast, Bill suggested we head for home after eating. Mom was quick to agree and I seconded the motion. I wanted to go home ... my ass was sore. I had to shift my weight from side to side to sit for very long. It would be hard enough sitting in the back seat for a couple hours.

In the room, Mark and I collected our things then packed our suitcases. We were ready to go taking a few minutes to kiss and hug. I held him like I'd never held anyone, feeling things I'd never felt. I was beyond caring; I was in love, in love with Mark.

He was having similar emotions, cupping my head with his hand, holding me close. We smooched but more than that, we had an understanding. It was a hard thing to describe, we both knew what we were feeling, what we felt the night before. Beyond that, nothing mattered because we had each other. It was a moment I'll never forget, standing there in each other's arms, needing nothing more.

When we finished, Mark said, "Ready, Sport?" smiling.

I punched his arm then said, "Yeah, I guess so," then I pecked him on the mouth.

Thanks again to Wayne and Chris, you guys are the best!