Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 00:28:25 -0700
From: Lael Stalnaker <vanyelashkev@pacbell.net>
Subject: Valentine's Day Surprise Part 2

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"Valentine's Day Surprise"

					By Lael Stalnaker

Part Two of Two

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  Mark smiled at Trevor's confusion. Trevor stared, not
believing that Mark was really there after so many years.
He fingered the gift box still clutched in his hand,
suddenly unsure of himself. Trevor hoped that all of this
meant what he thought, but dreaded saying something first.
Mark watched all of the emotional changes on Trevor's face
and knew he better say something soon.

"Trevor," began Mark. "I wanted to talk to you for the
longest time about something, but I wasn't sure how you
would react."

  Mark paused, waiting to see what Trevor would do. When
Trevor just sat staring, Mark began to doubt the wisdom of
any of what he had done. Terror gripped him. Maybe he had
made a horrible mistake.

"Uh... Oh to hell with it! I am just gonna say it and to
hell with being coy. I love you. I have since we were
little. It changed some when we got older, but that just
made it stronger. Now I can't think of anyone but you. I
know you tried dating... but I never did. I knew I didn't
want to be with anyone but you.

"I did do something with a guy on the soccer team, once,
but it wasn't as fun as when we did things. I kept thinking
of you. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything now about
that, but I thought you should know. Um, do ya hate me
now?" asked Mark as he stared down at his hands in his lap.

  Trevor sat flummoxed, unable to speak for a moment.
Mark's eyes came up, his soul showing in them. Trevor's lip
quivered and he fought to get something out, anything
before Mark's heart broke. Mark saw the tears begin to well
up in Trevor's eyes and flinched. Trevor finally moved,
throwing himself at Mark. He pulled Mark into his arms and
buried his face into Mark's shoulder. Sobs tore free as he
clung tight. Mark let his arms hold Trevor, hope
reawakened. After a while the tears slowed and Trevor's
trembling subsided.

"Mark. I've loved you too. Everything has positively sucked
since you left. No one was as fun. No one made me laugh the
same way you could. As for dating... Well, let's just say
only thoughts of you got me through it. To keep my mind off
of not having you, all I could do was study. I've missed
you every single day that you've been gone. My dreams are
of you. Nothing is as bright or fun or interesting without
you," tears glistened on Trevor's cheeks as he spilled all
of that out.

"You mean it Trev?" asked a wondering Mark.

  Trevor could only nod his head vigorously since his
throat was tight and closed. He squeezed Mark even tighter.
All of the years of loneliness welled up and surged. All of
the secret longings that had were pushed down day after day
were released and let go as if in one incredible rush tide
of pure joy. Tired of being alone, Trevor buried his face
into the side of Mark's neck and simply cried. Strong arms
and hands tightened comfortingly around him.

"It's OK Trev, I understand, I think. I feel the same."

  Trevor kissed the neck under his nose and then pulled
back. He looked into Mark's eyes as if to make sure that he
was real, that he was who he said he was. Trevor was still
a little shocked at how the pent up emotions has simply run
rampant and loose. He normal, these days, reserve had fled
without a trace.

"Why didn't you say anything before this? Why did you wait
so fuckin' long Mark?" demanded Trevor.

"Not exactly something I wanted to talk about on the phone,
sport. It needed to be face to face. Besides, I was scared
to death you would turn on me. Think I was a perv or
something. For all I knew, you had forgotten the things we
did way back when. So, I am supposed to spill out that I
love you, that I am attracted to you, that I want to be
with you and only you, all on the phone? Get real!" laughed
Mark.

"Oh, I guess when you put it that way... Do you mean it?"
asked Trevor.

"Mean which? What?" Mark was confused now by Trevor's
sudden switch of gears.

"About wanting to 'be' with me. Do you mean it?" asked
Trevor.

"Well, yeah. I have wanted that for just about ever. I
think about it every day. Sometimes I even daydream that we
are together here, doing anything and everything we can
think of. I guess I 'am' a perv." Mark laughed a clear
carry-over from his childhood ability to find the humor in
everything, no matter how strange or embarrassing for
himself or someone else.

"Actually, I have dreamed about you, a lot. To the point
that I have to take cold showers in the morning if I don't
wake up early enough to jack off. I always wake up from
dreams about you stiff as a board and I don't mean my back!
The things we do in those dreams always makes me want to
sleep all of time, just so that I can be with you. So, that
makes me just as much of a perv!" grinned Trevor.

  Trevor lean back, practically having to climb out of
Mark's lap to sit comfortably on the floor of the tree
house. He examined him closely, realizing he had not seen
Mark in such a long time that he was nearly a new person
physically. A lot had changed about his best friend in the
5 and a half years they had been apart.

  Mark looked to be about 6 foot now and maybe 200 pounds.
Soccer, swimming and football had given him a beautiful
body, well muscled and proportioned like the most well
favored Greek statue. His brown hair was cut just above his
ears and trailed down the nape of his neck, still having
golden highlights that caught and held the afternoon
sunlight like polished gold. His green eyes sparkled. His
jaw was square and strong. High cheekbones and his straight
thin nose suggested a softening counter point to that chin
of his. His skin was still as fair as ever, though, no
freckles had risen despite his long hours outdoors. Over
all, Mark had grown into one hell of a good-looking guy.

  Trevor himself was not far behind. Though not actively in
any high school sports, he too was strong limbed and fit.
He helped his father with the farm and did his own things
in addition. He played baseball most summers and also swam.
He loved bicycling and went everywhere on his ten-speed.
Trevor's summer browning never went completely away, only
faded to a slightly less golden brown. His build was leaner
than Mark's, but just as strong. His hair was more red than
brown and a bit longer. His brown eyes had depth most
people missed on first glance. His face was an oval
compared to Mark's squarish appeal. His nose tilted up a
little at the end and gave him a younger appearance than
his 18 years. The major difference between them was that
Mark had 3 inches height over Trevor.

  They both had a tremendous sense of deja vou. Each could
still see the other as they had once been, but with adult
bodies now overlaid. The sense of time past lingered in the
new, while their hearts still held the same unquestioning
love for each other as before. If anything, it seemed to
have gained ground in their long separation. Wishes and
dreams had built on the firm foundation of their undying
loyalty to their friendship. Now reality had come,
fulfilling possibilities and hopes.

  Trevor leaned forward and experimentally kissed Mark
lightly on the lips. Mark's eyes flashed, lit from within.
Trevor found that he liked it and lingered before pulling
back. Mark himself initiated a second kiss, though was more
forceful, sliding his tongue slyly into Trevor's mouth. As
their tongues touched, Trevor felt as if he were licking a
9-volt battery, the tingle being the only comparison that
he could think of in his daze. He liked it immensely and
stared into Mark's eyes. As their breathing became more
forced and heavy, Trevor pulled back again. Once their
breath no longer came in spurts, they both fell back on
soaking in the sight of each other.

"Oh, here's another bit of news. I was never able to tell
you, for a lot of reasons. I found out this year what the
real reason behind my parent's divorce was. Wanna take a
wild guess?" Mark asked impishly.

"Uh, no clue. Why?" Trevor was puzzled by the grin on
Mark's face.

"Well, we weren't as careful as we thought, at my house. My
mom saw us, toward the end of summer. She and dad both had
fits but not for the same reason. Mom was mad and scared
because she thought we both were too young to be messing
around like that. Dad had a fit because it was with a guy.
They got in fights over it and wouldn't tell me. He wanted
to ship me off to a military school to 'straighten me out'
as he put it. Mom was having none of that. The fighting got
so bad that she took me and left him. They both agreed not
to tell me what they were fighting about.

"That is why I wasn't able to come see you when I with my
dad on weekends or for long visits. He was really subtle,
planning all sorts of day trips and longer ones. It was
fun, but I really wanted to see you too. He was always
evasive, saying later or maybe next time. It got to the
point where I gave up. Mom was too busy trying to keep us
going to have time to drive me out to see you. She let me
call and stuff, the way dad didn't.

"Anyway, dad has finally gotten over it. Once I started
doing the sports stuff and kicking ass at it, he kinda
chilled out about me liking guys. He finally talked to me
about it. I told him that it just kind of happened and that
it wasn't because of anything he or mom did. We had this
huge long ass talk about why I think I like guys, what
attracted me about them, what life will probably be like if
I am openly gay, stuff I never really thought about. He
made me think and when I was able to answer him
intelligently, he seemed to accept it as a fact. Then he
had the 3 of us sit down and talk it out all over again,
but with mom too this time," Mark paused to let all of it
sink in before he continued.

"Mom was actually pretty calm about it. She had accepted it
way before my dad. She said she thought she knew since were
in kindergarten. It didn't bother her or change how she
felt about me. It was just another part of my life, and one
that would little effect her ultimately, since it was my
life I was living, not hers. She told me that I would
always have her love and support, no matter what.

"Then they both talked about safer sex, saying that safe
sex was a misleading phrase, since there is always a risk
even if very small. Then they wanted to know how I would
handle different situations, social and professional. I
guess they had talked all of this out between themselves,
once my dad settled down to the fact it wasn't a phase or
something that I would grow out of. It felt really weird
having them both in the same room and not arguing about
something. And both of them focusing on me! Warped, dude,
just plain warped.

"So, once all of the questions and stuff were done with,
they asked me what I planned to do. I told them I didn't
know for sure, but that I really thought that I loved you.
That you were that one person who I could be myself with
and who accepted all of me. They told me that since I had
proven myself mature enough and responsible, they were
giving me a car for Christmas. Plus, I could go where I
wanted, as long as both of them knew in advance where I was
going to be and when I planned on being back.

"Well, that's the update Trev. Pretty amazing if you ask
me. They aren't going to get back together, too many other
differences between them, but they're not fighting each
other every second now either," finished Mark with a grin.

"Wow! I would've been scared as hell!" Trevor's eyes
widened suddenly in panic "Wait! You said your mom saw us?!
Did she tell my parents? Do my parents know why yours broke
up?"

"No, she said she didn't and that she wouldn't let my dad
either. She said that was between you and them and that we
had no business putting our nose in it when we couldn't
even get our own shit straight. So, unless yours saw us, I
don't think they know. I guess you haven't said anything to
them then."

"No. I haven't. I know my dad is all stuck on me having
kids so that the farm stays in the family for another
generation. We don't have any kin close enough to matter
who would want it. I think this would be his worst
nightmare. As for my mom, she chatters on and on about how
she can't wait for grandbabies to fuss over and spoil.
Neither of them are going to take too kindly to me
preferring to spend my life with a guy, even if it is you.
I don't know what to do," said Trevor, grimacing.

"Would you really spend the rest of your life with me?"
asked Mark, hope lighting his face.

"Well, yeah. I have dreamed about you for years. Every guy
I find attractive reminds me of you. I fantasize about you
a lot. Maybe too much," Trevor blushed as he let his eyes
lock with Mark's.

"I think about you a lot too."

"Well, it got worse after I found some magazines behind the
drugstore. I was cleaning up out back, last summer when I
worked there, and I found this small box next to the
dumpster. Looked like someone had tossed it out of a moving
car, since it was all crushed on the bottom edge and up
against the wall. I looked in after I picked it up to toss
it in the dumpster. Imagine my surprise when it had
magazines with nothing but guys, naked, hard and cute as
hell. Some of those magazines also had some pretty
interesting stuff going on between two or more guys. Made
me want to try some new stuff. But you're the only one I
ever really wanted to do things with, so it all kinda just
boiled down to my dreams.

"Anyway, I brought them out here and stashed them since I
knew no one else would ever come up here. I got sneaky and
put comic book covers on them so that no one who did come
snooping would think to look there. Stashed some hand
lotion here too," Trevor blushed as he said the last part.

  Mark grinned and reached over to the shelf with the
supposed comic books. The covers were all faded and dog-
eared, seemingly with the age of years and use on them.
Glancing at Trevor again, Mark thumbed quickly through a
couple, finding nothing so innocent as a Marvel or DC comic
book beneath those innocuous covers. Page after page of
nude male flesh flashed under his fingers as he rapidly
turned the pages. His grin broadened when he looked up and
found Trevor's face flushed scarlet and staring fixedly at
the carpet.

"Interesting reading you have these days, Trev!" teased
Mark.

  Trevor's eyes came up and it was Mark's turn to blush as
he realized that Trevor had envisioned him in all of those
interesting poses and sexual positions depicted. Trevor's
faint lopsided smile confirmed that was where his current
thoughts were at also. Mark felt his groin stir with the
intensity of Trevor's gaze. He shifted his position subtly,
hoping that his instant arousal would not be so obvious.
Trevor's eyes dipped, taking in Mark's change of state and
the smile quirked upward even more.

  Mark found his eyes drifting down and finally noticed
that Trevor was just as hard. His eyes flicked back up to
Trevor's face again. His lips smiled in response to the one
still lighting Trevor's face. He put his hand behind
Trevor's head and drew him in for another kiss. Trevor
leaned forward into it and ran his hands down Mark's chest
to his flat stomach ending at his groin. He kneaded the
hardness he found there, rubbing against it with the flat
of his hand. Mark, as always before, followed Trevor's
lead, copying. After minutes of intense stimulation of the
oral variety, they broke the kiss, gasping for air and
feeling completely horny.

"Is this too soon? Is it the right time?" Asked Mark,
wanting to give Trevor an out if he wasn't entirely sure
that this was the right time to go any further.

"Damn right it's the right time. The sooner the better in
my book, babe. I think we both have waited more than long
enough. Whatever happens is fine by me," breathed Trevor
into Mark's ear. He then ran his tongue along the line of
Mark's jaw as he drew back to look at Mark's expression.
Rapture greeted Trevor's delighted eyes.

"I'm glad."

"Shush, no more talking, just doing. I've missed you for so
long and never knew why... 'til now!" Trevor said as he
carefully pulled Mark's shirt off and over his head.

  He leaned forward and ran his tongue down the valley of
Mark's perfect pecs. His hands trailed up and down Mark's
sides, bumping along the ribcage on the downslide until the
smooth skin of his flank ended at the waistband of Mark's
pants. Then he ran them back up, even as he trailed circles
around Mark's now standing nipples. He held them lightly in
his teeth and flicked his tongue across them. Mark gasped.
It had felt like a mini explosion along those nerves in his
chest. He pulled Trevor's shirt off, tossing it to the
side. As Trevor moved back and forth between his right and
left nipples, Mark ran both hands through the thick hair of
Trevor's head.

  Trevor was delighted with Mark's gasps and little moans.
He had read all of the stories and fantasies in all of the
magazines he had squirreled away in the tree house. He had
wondered if they were true or just made up. Now he was
finally finding out. A tiny corner of his mind thought they
should maybe slow things down and wait a little while
before moving into heavier territory, but the rest of his
body and mind over-turned that idea and squelched it
savagely. Now was the time, it felt right.

  He lifted his face up and watched Mark as he licked back
up to the base of his neck. He ran his tongue in circles
into that dip between the two tendons that showed when he
turned his head to the side. Mark groaned now, his breath
running rapidly from his body in quick gasps. No longer
able to control himself, Mark cupped Trevor's ears with his
palms and lifted. Once Trevor was on level with his lips,
Mark kissed him fiercely, almost in desperation. His
arousal and his burning need for Trevor flared.

  Mark sat Trevor back and let his hands trail down to the
button of the pants. He popped it with ease and trailed a
finger up Trevor's smooth torso. He delighted in seeing the
shiver that followed his moving finger. When his fingertip
reached Trevor's lips, he traced them gently. The tingle
made Trevor start with surprise. He never imagined that
someone touching his lips could feel that strange but also
good at the same time. He let his mouth open a little and
immediately Mark ran his finger along the inside of his
lower lip. Removing it again, he let his finger trail the
faint moisture he had collected back down Trevor's front.

  He slid a finger into Trevor's waistband and tugged down.
The zipper snarled as it split open, exposing Trevor's
white jockies. A gratifying lump formed an impressive ridge
in the now open pants. Mark leaned in to kiss Trevor yet
again while he massaged Trevor's flat stomach. As he
lingered over the kiss, he slid his hand under the
waistband of the jockies and immediately encountered a
large obstacle. Trevor shifted and balanced on his knees.
Mark left off exploring and tugged at the pants, shifting
them side-to-side to get them off of Trevor's hips. Not
wanting to get too far ahead in the undressing game, Trevor
began to work at Mark's pants at the same time.

  Between kissing and exploring all unclad skin surface as
they went, both were soon bare of all clothing. Mark leaned
against the tree house wall and eyed Trevor's nude form. He
liked what he saw and grinned his appreciation. Trevor was
equally impressed with Mark's physique. They sat just
looking at each other for long minutes while they adjusted
to the changes from memories' viewpoint in their bodies.

"Well, you certainly are not the way I remember!" grinned
Mark.

"Like you are?" retorted Trevor. Mark laughed.

"Well, of course not. I am glad to see that you're not so
scrawny any more. You've filled out nicely. Makes me kinda
mad that I wasn't able to be here to see all of the
changes. Still, I am here now," replied Mark quietly.

"Well, you weren't exactly Mister Buff back then either,
Jock Boy. I think you turned out better than I did. Must be
all the sports stuff," grumped Trevor as he inched closer
to Mark.

"Could be. I don't thinks so though," countered Mark as he
traced Trevor's jaw line with a fingertip.

  As Trevor opened his mouth to dispute the issue still
further, Mark silenced him effectively with another kiss.
He moved away from the wall and leaned in close. Trevor
could feel Mark's body heat and shivered with delight. Mark
kissed his way down Trevor's neck and began sucking firmly
at the midpoint just under Trevor's left collarbone. Trevor
felt his entire body tingle and then light up. It felt
amazing. Mark then licked his way down Trevor's torso, a
definite goal in mind as he went.

  He circled Trevor's bellybutton a couple of times with
his warm wet tongue and then moved even further down. Mark
gently pushed Trevor to the floor and tickled the crease of
his leg and groin with his tongue. He delighted in watching
Trevor's body shudder with the impact of the sensations.
Once he had Trevor trembling nonstop, Mark let up. He
raised his head and looked up at Trevor's face.

"Are you sure you want to do this now?" Mark asked
hesitantly.

"Yes!"

"OK. I do too," said Mark.

"It feels right. We did so much here and I want to have our
first time together since you went away here too. It just
feels so right, after all this time," explained Trevor.

"I know what you mean," Marked nodded.

  He took Trevor into his hand, measuring the change in
size against his memory. Trevor had grown substantially in
more than just height. The hard erection in his fist
overflowed it by quite a bit now and his hand could barely
encompass it. He could feel the throb of blood against his
palm, sending a thrill up his spine. With a grin for
Trevor's watching eyes, he licked the underside that was
still exposed. Trevor gasped. Mark licked all around and
especially on the underside at the tip. When the hard shaft
was thoroughly soaked with his spit, he enclosed Trevor
with his mouth and practically inhaled him down to his hand
held him.

  Trevor's head snapped back, his face now frozen into a
look of delighted surprise. Mark's careful attentions soon
had his breath heaving in his chest and he knew he would
not last long at this rate. He reached down and pulled Mark
up off of him. When Mark looked concerned, Trevor managed a
weak smile while he gasped in air. Once his breathing
slowed, he sat back up and pushed Mark over backward.

"You almost got a face full. I don't want things to go that
fast. Your turn." Explained Trevor. Mark looked relieved
and then thoughtful.

"What do you have in mind Trev? Obviously, you know that it
doesn't bother me if you shoot in my mouth. So, what are
you up to?" inquired Mark.

"Well, yeah, actually, I do. I wanna try some new things
that I found in the mags. We've wasted enough time, I
think, what with being apart all these years. I know how I
feel about you and you feel the same about me. I don't have
any desire to be with anyone else and I want you to be the
one I explore everything with," Trevor said, all in a rush.
He sounded as if he wanted to get it all out before his
courage fled. Mark chewed on it and then nodded his
acceptance. Trevor grinned and set to work to bring Mark up
to his own level of excitement.

  Instead of repeating Mark's earlier moves, Trevor
immediately went down on Mark. He surprised them both by
nearly sucking all the way down to Mark's groin. Actually,
Mark was just as large, in the equipment department, as
Trevor, though a bit less in circumference. Trevor kept
swallowing rapidly with Mark embedded far past the back of
his throat. He fought the violent gagging sensation until
it subsided and then departed entirely. Once he was
comfortable, he pulled back up and sucked fiercely as he
did so. Running his tongue around the tip of Mark's shaft,
he slammed himself back down, twisting his head a little as
he did it. Mark moaned at the surge of feeling that
exploded from his erection.

  Trevor began to pump his head up and down at a blinding
pace and then abruptly stopped. He could feel the tension
that rippled through Mark's body under his hands. He
quickly decided what would be next. He pulled his head back
up, excruciatingly slow. Trevor let his lips come back
together as he came up off of Mark and then kissed his
bellybutton in sheer spontaneity. Mark looked down at him,
his eyes still fairly glazed. Trevor grinned and then swung
his leg over Mark's hips so that he straddled Mark's groin.
Mark's eyes widened. Trevor kept grinning and then nodded.
He reached over to the shelf where the magazines were and
grabbed the bottle of lotion that was there.

"Trev, isn't that going to hurt?" asked Mark with concern.

"If everything I read is right, a little at first and then
not at all. We'll just have to go slow. I want to do this,"
explained Trevor.

"We don't have to do this. I don't want you hurt. What if
we do something wrong?" Mark asked, still unconvinced. "I
love you so much. I don't want to ever hurt you."

"Marky, you miss my point. This is as much a part of love,
to me, as holding hands or kissing. I know what I want."
Trevor covered Mark's lips with a fingertip as Mark opened
his mouth to argue further. "Shush!"

  Mark nodded his head slowly, uncertainty very much in his
eyes. Trevor leaned forward, laying his body snug against
Mark, skin to skin. Letting his weight slowly push into
Mark, Trevor kissed him, silencing any other thoughts from
escaping through Mark's lips.  Trevor savored the closeness
and warmth of the body under his. Once he was sure that
Mark had gotten the message, he pushed himself back
upright. He grinned as his rear brushed Mark's erection
into the valley of his spread cheeks. The stiff iron
hardness felt strange there but also very intriguing.

  Trevor carefully pumped some lotion onto his hand and
began to stroke Mark. Unsure how much would be enough, he
added more, carefully coating the rigid shaft. Realizing
that he might have gone a little overboard, Trevor bit his
lower lip between his teeth. He then took his thoroughly
saturated fingers and slid them between his buttocks. He
rubbed the lotion around and into the target zone. As he
watched Mark's fascinated face, he used the opportunity to
lean forward again and kiss him. The slickened shaft behind
him slid along his crevice and lodged just outside where he
hoped it would. He nibbled gently on Mark's lower lip.
Unable to help himself, Mark let his hands slid along
Trevor's legs to his waist. He lifted up as Trevor leaned
back with one hand guiding him in.

  Moving carefully, Trevor eased himself upright and back.
He liked the feel of Mark in his hand. A gasp escaped his
lips as the pressure at his backside grew and then suddenly
became a brilliant starburst of intense pain. Mark's teeth
clenched as Trevor involuntarily clamped down on the head
of the invading shaft. Both froze, neither sure of what to
do under these circumstances. Trevor let his breath out in
a hiss and kept as still as he could. Then, just as his
thighs and calves were beginning to burn with strain, his
weight forced the issue. He began to slide down again and
was surprised. The pain was fading and now his muscles
released their death hold on Mark.

  Mark was stunned with how tightly Trevor's muscles
gripped him. It was nearly painful. Then, just as he was
about to call it off, he felt the sudden lessening of the
muscle tension. It was still a tightness that gripped
fairly hard, but now he could feel Trevor sliding
agonizingly and slowly down his length. Mark had never felt
anything remotely like this before. He held his breath,
waiting to see how much Trevor intended to take, secretly
hoping....

  Trevor analyzed the feelings and sensations as they
flooded through him. He hadn't realized how big around Mark
was until now. Also, he still hadn't reached the thatch of
brown pubic hair yet either. The feeling of compression and
stretching kept going and going. Trevor braced his legs
again, waiting for his body to adjust to having Mark in him
so far. After a few moments of non-movement, he continued
his plunge downward. After barely starting again, he
received a jolt of pure ecstatic shock when Mark's shaft
slid over a hidden part of his insides.  Trevor's breath
exploded out in a gasp of surprise and delight. At the same
time, his inner muscles spasmed. Mark's hands left Trevor's
waist and wandered to the firmly muscled half globes of the
rear hovering over him. He too gasped as Trevor's inner
muscles rippled along his embedded length. 'And this is
only the halfway point,' thought Mark with awe.

  Mark was stunned when he felt Trevor's butt sitting on
his crotch a few moments later. He could not imagine how or
where all of his not inconsiderable length had gone. The
warm, tight slickness around his shaft was worth waiting
for in his mind. His imagination had only vague stirrings
of this possibility and reality beat it fifty ways to
Sunday! He instinctively pushed up with his hips, grinding
that tiny little bit more into Trevor. Trevor thrust on
hand down onto the floor to keep his balance and put the
other one on the flat of Mark's stomach. His own erection
was rigid as stone and pointing straight up at his chin.

  Trevor waited, letting everything adjust to the new
situation, internally. Once he felt comfortable with having
all of Mark in him, he began to move back up, flexing his
thighs and calves. Mark slid out of him so slowly at first
that it didn't seem as though there was any real movement.
Trevor again felt that peculiar thrilling jolt as the head
of Mark's shaft hit that spot on the way out. Momentarily
sidetracked, Trevor stopped his upward lift and sank back
down and then directly up again. He sought that jolt and
once he found it, quickened his speed of climb and descent.
Those electrifying jolts wiped everything out of his mind.
His erection felt fit to burst and he almost did as Mark
fisted it for him.

  A flood of pure pleasure overwhelmed Mark as Trevor began
to piston frantically up and down on him. The friction
encasing him on every side tore moans from his tightly
clenched mouth. His left hand cupped Trevor's rear, helping
with the lift and descent of the taut body over him. His
right hand stroked Trevor, using the clear slick liquid
dribbling from Trevor's own erection to help things along.
Trevor's head was thrown back now, his eyes closed, his
mouth hanging open and his body shimmering with sweat. Mark
gazed up with awe at the young man that was now hammering
himself, as fast as he could, onto Mark's iron hard shaft.
A pulling sensation made its way through Mark's awareness,
from his scrotum. An incredible inner pressure seemed to
build and build.

  Trevor couldn't handle much more. The pressure within was
immense and suddenly overpowering. Mark's caressing hand
pulled him to the brink and then sent him right over.
Trevor held back until it was just not possible any more.
The release that followed his loss of control was
cataclysmic. He erupted and nearly lost control of his leg
muscles as the wave of ecstasy swept through his body,
ending at Mark's fast moving hand on his shaft. He coated
Mark's chest with a layer of white liquid in jet after jet
of orgasm. The internal jolts intensified all of the
tingles along his nerves as he continued his frantic motion
on Mark. His inner muscles clenched tightly around the
shaft embedded deep within him. His breath was now a
whispered, endless moan of ultimate joy.

  Mark nearly cried out with the onslaught of sensation
that followed Trevor's orgasm. The clenching on his shaft
brought him to his own. He thrust up, hard, from his hips,
lifting Trevor. Within seconds, he too was losing himself
in the moment. He quit stroking Trevor and just gripped him
in his fist, an anchor to some kind of reality. He opened
his eyes, stunned that they had been shut.

  He focused on Trevor's face with awe. He never imagined
that this is what it would feel like. Waves of weakness
pulsed throughout his body, sheer exhaustion, both physical
and emotional. Trevor was looking down at Mark with a
nearly identical bemused gaze. He lifted himself up,
releasing Mark from himself slowly. Mark flinched as the
sensitized head of his shaft passed out of Trevor. Trevor
collapsed onto Mark's chest and laid his head on Mark's
shoulder. Their sweat cooled and still they stayed in that
close, loving contact.

"Trev, That was the most incredible thing I've ever
experienced!" whispered Mark.

"Ditto. You got to try it some time from the other side. I
am glad we did this. I knew that it had to be you. No one
else could've made this so perfect," said Trevor.

"Well, almost perfect," laughed Mark. Trevor lifted up his
head and looked at Mark's giggling face, stunned.

"What do you mean, 'Almost perfect'?" asked Trevor, soundly
hurt.

"Well, if we don't get cleaned up pretty soon, I think we
may end up stuck together!"

  Trevor laughed and rolled off of Mark. He slugged him in
the arm and sat up. It was true, they were a mess. He felt
a little sore, but not painfully. He glanced around,
looking for something to wipe off with but nothing came
immediately to mind. Trevor leaned down and kissed Mark.
They lingered that way, caressing each other wherever they
could reach for long moments. Finally, Mark sat up himself.

"Well, there is always the stream...." Mark's voice trailed
off.

"Ouch! That water is close to freezing Mark!" protested
Trevor.

"Well, can ya think of a better idea at this point?" he
asked smugly.

"Dammit!"

"I thought not. Come on, let's get it over with. We can
snuggle to warm up when we're done," coaxed Mark.

"Fine, let's get this torture over with then."

  They scrambled down the ladders and fairly flew over the
ground to the water. Trevor grabbed the old rope and flung
himself out over the water, letting go at the last possible
second. Mark could see the Trevor of old, white skin
against tan, body much younger and smoother, in his memory.
The splash as Trevor hit the water brought him back to the
present. Mark took his own running leap and dived into the
chill water, nearly paralleling the surface. He came up
spluttering, his teeth already chattering. He quickly
sluiced off, making sure that every physical trace of their
lovemaking washed away. Trevor was already done and on the
bank when he finally got out of the water.

"OK, back up the tree. My goose bumps are getting goose
bumps. Sides, I want you in my arms in the worst way now!"
said Trevor.

  They grabbed their clothes and sat together, still naked,
but wrapped close. Six years of dreaming wishing and
waiting had brought them both back together. Closer and in
an entirely new way that felt right and good. They basked
in the light of each other's love and caring for what
seemed like hours, watching the sun begin its dive for the
horizon. They dressed reluctantly and prepared to go back
to the outer world. This place would always be their
favorite. It was where possibilities had come alive and
where they found each other again.

  As Trevor reached the bottom of the oak, an idea formed.
He dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out a folding
knife. He went around the tree to the side that faced the
water. Mark started to follow, but Trevor waved him off. He
did something to the bark and then dragged Mark off towards
his car. It would be a while before Mark would see what
Trevor had carved.
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     /   V   \
    !  T + M  !
    ! 2-14-01 !
     \  For  /
      \ Ever/
       \   /
        \ /
         V
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  That's all for now. I have vague ideas for other things
with Mark and Trevor, but they are on indefinite hold. I
have too many stories in the air at once currently. Still,
these to guys are kind of nice to have in reserve. Any
future stories with these guys will be complete and unto
themselves. There won't be definite chapters or anything
like that. Just a series of separate one shot stories that
happen to have Trevor and Mark.

  It is my fondest hope that this ending holds true to the
flavor that part one started. I am deeply touched by how
many of you wrote, making sure that the story WOULD be
completed and not allowed to die quietly. Your comments do
make a difference, so write your authors when you read
something you like! Hell, I appreciate email from those
that didn't like what I wrote. It gives me something to
consider, perhaps use to improve. So, don't be shy, get
that anonymous email address and send your comments!