Date: Sat, 30 May 2015 00:52:44 -0700
From: azstoryguy <azstoryguy@gmail.com>
Subject: (Never-Forget) (Part 03) (Gay/Male/Science Fiction)

Never Forget 03

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THE NEXT DAY DAWNED BRIGHT and clear, like it does 90% of the time in
Phoenix. Eric didn't trust himself working up on the roof. He had a fitful
night's sleep; even the Ambien hadn't chased the dreams away. Thinking of
events from a long time ago in his life.....

He needed to be "grounded" for the day's activities. Building a walkway
with paving stones seemed easy enough. It was mid-morning before he got
started. The walkway was supposed to run from the patio to a gate in the
back alley.

The project began easily enough by leveling out a pathway. Working in a
yard that is nothing but landscape rock and gravel was easy.  No real
digging. Just creating a sand bed and setting the stones.

Around 1:00 Eric paused for a bite to eat and to rest.  He closed his eyes
and laid back to think. It wasn't long before he became away of a
presence. Opening his eyes he sprang up in his chair.

The boy was standing there, silently watching him.

"How long.... How did you?" Eric sputtered.

The gate to the alley was locked, as were the side gates to the back yard.

"I've been watching you sleep!" the boy smiled.

Again those perfect white teeth.

The teen was dressed exactly as he had been the day before.

"Still overdressing for the weather?" Eric laughed.

"Like I said, it's very cold where I come from!" the boy replied.

"Where DO you live, anyway? And how did you pull off that little stunt
yesterday? Eric countered.

"So you're building a walkway. That's cool!" the boy replied.

Eric noticed the teen was still a pro at not answering any of his
questions.

It was then the he noticed. The gash on the boy's forehead was gone. Not
covered up. Not bandaged.  It was simply gone. The bangs of his fluffy
brown hair whipped back and forth in the breeze. The teen's forehead was
clear of ANY blemishes or injuries.

"How did you pull that one off?" Eric asked the teen.

The boy looked confused.

"Your cut. From yesterday.  It's gone!" the man replied.

"I only have a little time left!" the boy answered.

"Left? But you just got here!" Eric answered.

"No...  I have been in your thoughts... Your mind ....forever. But.... I
have very little time left HERE.... NOW!" the teen replied.

"I don't understand!" Eric countered.

"Yes... Yes you do! But your brain is refusing to accept what your eyes and
senses are seeing!" the boy said.

Eric was getting that sinking feeling again; like his sanity was slowly
fading away.

"You are not going crazy!" the boy interrupted Eric's thoughts.

"Christ! It's like he can read my fucking mind!" Eric thought to himself.

"I can!" the boy answered.

Eric's head almost did a proverbial "three-sixty!

"What the fuck?" he barked.

The boy moved closer to him. Eric could feel heat radiating off his lithe
young body.

"Think! Remember! Accept the reality you are seeing! Stop blocking the
thought of what... you always wanted to happen!" the boy said softly.

Eric closed his eyes. He knew now he WAS losing it....

When he opened his eyes, they boy was gone....

"That tears it!" he barked to himself

Pulling out his cell phone, Eric called his doctor.  There wasn't any
doubt.

"I'm fucking seeing things. People who are...." He paused, not wanting to
think about a very terrible thought, "From my past. My long ago.... Past!

It was a mental psychosis. It had to be. He was "losing it" piece by
piece. Yet faintly.... Eric could smell the boy's essence. There's no
mistaking what a teenage boy smells like. Clean, fresh, invigorating. Full
of life end energy.....

"That can't be!" Eric started to cry, "Not from Marky! It's not possible!

Tears flowed down his worn face. The day was shot. Working on a stupid
walkway made no sense to him now.

There was only one solution.

Eric was going to get totally shit-faced drunk. He had to chase away
whatever was haunting him....

A short trip to the store gave him all the items necessary to get totally
blitzed. Not that it would take a lot. Eric always has been a lightweight
when it came to holding his sobriety.

By ten thirty, he was out of it. Drunk off his ass and fast asleep. Chasing
some more Ambien with a lot of scotch and soon the lights were all out....







"LOOK AT THAT ONE!" MARKY exclaimed, "It's got... WOW! Are those
Corvettes?

The two boys were back at the river's bluff.  It was spring time. They
watched the barges and their endless procession down the "Mighty Mo.

A barge loaded with new cars had caught both boys' eyes.

Eric was trying to maintain his upbeat demeanor.

There was nothing wrong between himself and Marky. The two were inseparable
now. Still, neither boy had made the first move in their yet-still
pre-sexual relationship..

However, a larger problem was headed their way. Particularly Eric's
way. His Dad had lost another job. As soon as school ended, the Davis
Family was off to.... of all places.... Texas.

As a result, the Davis household had resonated with many thunderously loud
arguments. Eric's Dad had roared, and Eric, discovering his own voice, had
screamed back.

"Why do I have to leave all my friends right before my Senior year?" he
yelled, "So we can go live in some shit hole in Texas?

Eric's Dad took offense at his son's language. In 1969, "children" did not
talk like that to their parents.

The boy continued to rant, "Always living in shit holes! Finally we move
some place where I get some friends and we have to leave AGAIN!

The verbal fights went on for days at a time. All the while, Eric's Mom sat
silently by and said nothing as the two men, or one man and one boy,
argued. Endlessly......

It was taking a toll on Eric. His plans for the final year of high school
were on hold. No chance at a Science Club trip to Chicago. Or a Senior
Class trip to St. Louis. No graduation parties with his friends.

Most of all, he knew the worst.

He would be leaving soon and never get to see Marky again.....

"Will you miss me?" Marky asked Eric.

The boys had seldom talked about the inevitable. There was no stopping
it. How could a sixteen year old boy win against his Father? He had to go
with his family.

"More than you know!" Eric replied.

A tear formed in his eye.

The two boys sat in silence as the sun dipped towards the horizon.

"You're the best friend I ever had!" Eric said softly.

Marky started to sniffle.

"Don't cry! You'll get your kerchief wet!" Eric cautioned.

He had always loved how Mark always dressed so "mod.

Once a Senior has made a remark about Marky's clothes and Eric had come off
the rails at the boy. Despite outweighing him by a good twenty-five pounds,
the larger boy had backed down.

Marky knew that Eric.... loved him. He felt the same for his mop-haired
"rabble sousing" friend.

It had been an awesome Junior year for Eric. He was in the National Honor
Society. His grades were above average over previous years. He talked of
going to college at the University of Missouri.

And he had Marky.

Now that was about to change.

Forever.

"What do you see in me?" Marky asked Eric.

That question came flying out of the blue like a missile.

"You're kind. Caring. Thoughtful Very intelligent!" Eric replied.

Marky was all of those.  Eric had discovered that, even though he was a
grade behind him, his friend was very intelligent. Eric credited his
improved grades due to Marky's influence.

"You're so fucking smart!" Eric laughed, "Gentle... Fun to hang around with
and cute as Hell too!

The minute Eric said it, he knew he had goofed. The cat was out of the bag
now.

He had fucked up. Big time.

No guy tells another guy that he's "cute.

Marky's eyes lit up like the sun.

"You think I'm...... cute?" he said softly, "Really?

Eric dropped his head.

"I'm sorry. I messed up. I mean. I shouldn't have....!" he started to cry.

Eric felt a tug on his head. He looked up and saw the most beautiful face
in the world. Their eyes locked. Marky leaned forward; Eric did
likewise. Both boys were shaking like leaves.

Their lips touched. It was like a million volts of electricity flowing
through their bodies. They grabbed each other and held on tightly.

Neither boy knew what to do next. There were no "instruction manuals" for
gay sex in 1969.  Indeed, "The Joy of Gay Sex" wouldn't be published for
another eight years.

It didn't matter. Eric and Marky quickly found out they didn't need any
manuals to do what they both had wanted to do for months. It was all so
easy....

Eric felt Marky's tongue pushing against his lips. He opened his mouth and
let Marky inside.  Instinctively their tongues met and wrapped
together. Marky felt Eric's throbbing cock pulsating through his Levis
courds. Eric likewise felt a sizeable tube of flesh pressed against his
groin.

Both boys mewled and rolled over on the ground.

Marky straddled a prostrate Eric and in a raspy voice hissed, "I've wanted
to try this for so long

"Why did you fucking wait then?" Eric chirped.

The younger teen was determined to make up for lost time. Almost a whole
year had been wasted.  He could have "had" Eric at any time, but he had
been too terrified to try.

Leaning forward, Marky kissed Eric again. He ground his ass into Eric's
throbbing cock. Two thin layers of fabric were all that separated the boys
most intimate "parts.

"Have you ever done this before?" Eric rasped.

Marky paused before answering. What should he say?

"N ...N ....N ......Noooo!" Marky chirped, "But I'm .....willing to
......try anything!

There. It sounded so natural. Marky had told a fib. He HAD to. What would
Eric think if he knew the truth?

Marky had sucked cock before. Lots of times. He was a "pro" at bringing a
boy to a mind shattering orgasm....

It wasn't as salacious as it sounded. All of Marky's experience has been
gained on himself. For over two years, the boy had been sucking his own
cock. It started one day innocently enough when he discovered how easily he
could reach the head of his then 7 ½" cock. One time and Marky was
hooked. That was almost two years ago. An additional inch or so of length
in the past two years had made the chore even easier and a lot more fun.

Now, at this moment in time, Marky was glad he had the practice. For the
first time in his life he was going to use his skills on the most special
boy he had ever known....

Eric lifted his shirt up and over his head. Marky sat back and started to
likewise remove his.

"Let me!" Eric said softly.

He slowly slipped Marky's neckerchief over his head. Then his
shirt..... Eric carefully unbuttoned it and Marky flexed, letting the cloth
drop to the ground. The two boys embraced.

"You're so warm!" they said in perfect unison. Then they laughed.

"Are you afraid?" Eric asked his younger friend.

Marky stared into the older boy's eyes. Those luscious green eyes he had
coveted for months...

"Not with you I'm not!" he stuttered.

Eric didn't know what to do next.

Obviously Marky's jeans needed to come off. Marky sensed Eric's reluctance
and offered to help the older boy.

"Here!" he panted, "Let me!

He slowly unbuttoned, then unzipped his jeans. Reaching up he peeled them
down to his ankles.  Kicking one foot then another, the jeans fell to the
ground with the shirt. All that was left were Marky's "tighty whities."

Eric's eyes were riveted on the massive tent in Marky's shorts. The older
boy trembled as he reached forward.

"Go ahead!" Marky smiled.

Eric pulled the thin cloth fabric down. A loud "slap" echoed as Marky's
cock sprang free, flew upward and hit his belly.

He stared at the younger boy's cock. It was the first erect cock he had
ever seen in his life (other than, obviously, his own).

And it was big!!!! Long, thin, but not too thick. But oh.... soooo
long...!!!  A lot longer than his own 6 ½."  A fat, cut mushroom head
dripped a clear fluid from a wide, angry looking piss slit.

"It's beautiful!" he stammered.

"Now let me see yours!" the younger boy pleaded.

"I'm not.. Mine isn't nearly... So big!" Eric said softly.

"I don't care. It's attached to the only boy I ever wanted!" Marky replied.

Eric's cock coursed and shot a load of precum into his own shorts.

"Take me then. I'm ...I'm ....y ...y ...yours!' the older teen replied.

Marky moved forward and unzipped Eric's jeans. They easily fell to the
ground and left the older boy standing there with a tented pair of white
Jockeys. A huge wet spot marked the tip of Eric's pulsating cock.

He slowly pulled down Eric's briefs. A loud "slap" and his 6 ½" cock
flew up, hitting his belly before returning and jutting out at a right
angle to his young supple frame.

The younger boy's eyes widened.

"This is it!" he thought, "No more.... messing with myself.... This is the
real thing!

Slowly Marky opened his mouth, covered his teeth, and began to swallow
Eric's rod. The older boy let out a soft mewl as his body convulsed. Eric
wondered what a blow job would feel like. He had heard plenty of guys
joking about it. Now he was finding out the truth.

It was more than he ever could have imagined.

Looking down, Eric saw a brown mop of hair that moved closer to his
groin. Before he realized what was happening, Marky had swallowed his
entire cock.

"Holy....shit!" Eric panted.

He bucked and thrust his pelvis forward, trying to push more of himself
deep inside the young boy kneeling beneath him.

Eric's first instinct was to grab Marky's head with both hands and force
himself in deeper; but that seemed too rude for a boy as shy and
inexperienced as himself.

He remained content to let Marky "do his thing." Which was working quite
well...

The older teen knew he had a hair trigger; it wouldn't take much to send
his juices flying. Eric never thought about warning Marky about his
impending cum shot. Likewise, he had no way of knowing just how much jizz
he could shoot. His youthful inexperience left him with the mistaken
impression that all boys came the same amount.

His eyes flew open wide as he felt Marky reach behind and press against his
young ass. That motion drove the two boys together, forcing Eric's rod
deeper down Marky's throat. He was losing control now. His knees began to
shake; his whole body was throbbing with anticipation.  Silly, nonsensical
gurgling noises emanated from his throat.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Eric felt something
new. Different. Not unpleasant at all. And it sent him over the edge....

Marky had slipped one of his long, slender fingers deep inside Eric's
ass. That action triggered something in the older teen. His vision glazed
over; he felt his cock stiffen even more as his balls tightened up. Then it
hit.

Wave after wave of cum erupted from his steel-hard cock. Eric threw his
head back and tried to thrust even deeper down Marky's throat. The
intensity of his orgasm kept Eric from noticing that Marky was slurping
down every drop of his cum.  And there was a LOT of cum for Marky to
swallow.

He knew he could "paint the wall" with his cum sprays. Twelve shots or more
were not uncommon. And the shots weren't "dribblers." They ejected like
gunshots, splattering anything within range. That range easily extended
several feet from the tip of Eric's cock.

Today was totally different. More cum than ever erupted from Eric's
nuts. He was beginning to feel faint. Usually when he jacked off, he was
sitting or lying down.  The intensity of the feelings washing over his
young body were so new to him.

Slowly he looked down at his young friend. Marky let Eric's cock slip free
from his mouth. The boy had not missed one drop of the precious fluid!

Eric didn't comprehend the meaning of Marky's next comment....

"Wow! You cum almost as much as I do!" the young boy smiled.

The two teens kissed. Eric could taste his own cum as their tongues
entwined. That sensation made Eric's cock throb and expel a lump of jism.

"Whoa! Are you ready for another round?" Marky laughed.

"Kinda.... Yes!" Eric said shyly.

"We're so much alike!" Marky replied as he started to kneel for a repeat
performance.

Eric held the boy tightly.

"No!" he said softly, "It's my turn now!

Their eyes locked.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to.....!" Marky started to
say.

Eric pressed a finger against the young boy's lips.

"Sshhh! I've wanted to do this since the day we first met!" Eric cooed
softly.

The older teen was surprised when Marky swallowed his finger and slowly
suckled it.

"Then go for it!' Marky said in a raspy voice, "Just watch your teeth!

"Hell yes! I wanna suck it, not bite it off!" Eric chortled.

Both boys laughed.

It was working out better than either could have been planned; Marky's
"prior experience," his going first on Eric, worked so that the older boy
had some idea of HOW to do what he had WANTED to do to Marky for months.

Dropping to his knees, Eric stared at Marky's pulsating cock.

"WOW! It's so beautiful!" Eric panted.

He leaned forward and licked off the precum on the fat mushroom head of
Marky's cock...