Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 15:24:57 +1300 From: Tama Wise Subject: Finding Tu If you want to check out any of my other stuff, check for my name under the "Prolific Authors" section of the Nifty Archive, or visit my homesite at http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~raekw0n/writing/. Any feedback, comments, suggestions can be sent onto me at tama@hip-hop.co.nz Practice safe sex. Do not distribute or reproduce this document, all or in part, without express permission of the author. (c) March 5th, 2002, Anfernee Williamson. --- FINDING TU Mark thought to start at the bedroom. Considering that he didnt know much of the hotel itself, let alone the wider area, it seemed like the best place. He hoped more than anything that the younger boy was up there. If Tu wasn't, well, he didnt know where he would check next. They were a long way from Bradford. A long way from the streets that they grew up on and knew. The stocky youth kept a quick pace up the stairs, still feeling the weight of dinner on him. Half an hour passed. A few brief moments and Mark pulled his keys out, finding the door locked. Perhaps he wasn't up here after all. He was already thinking of other places to look as he entered. Closed the door behind him on the bright glow of the hallway. Calling out, almost half hearted. Not expecting a response. "Hey, Tu. You up here?" The door closed quietly behind him. Without the light from the hallway, the spacious hotel room was cast in the rich shadows of night. Only the wide window that overlooked the street below lent some respite to the darkness. Casting a slightly better sight to the tidy room. A large double bed. Clothes, haphazardly unpacked, laying across the couch. Silhouetting a lanky form against the view of night. "Tu. Where you been, bro? The other bros were wondering where you got to." The reply came quiet, rather too softly for the usually outspoken youth, "Just up here." "You ok," Mark ventured. He paused near the end of the double bed, the lanky youth still staring out the window. Arms folded. "The other bros were going to catch a movie or something, while its not too late. Rua said its cool as long as we get back early." "Yeah. Im cool." The reply came rather too quietly for Mark to believe. The shadows in the darkened room only served to deepen the strange mood of the boy. Tu looked strange in this light. The youngest of them all, Mark had quickly come to know Tu as the loudest. The brashest. Whatever the older boys did, he threw himself into with twice the enthusiasm, risking body and limb. And even if he didnt come out on top, his sharp tones still insisted on his greatness. In the darkness of the bedroom, he just seemed curiously subdued. The thought didnt cross Marks mind to get the light, as he walked over to the younger boys side. Tu was quick to lower his head, wipe quickly at his face with his bare forearm. Even in the dulls of the darkened room, hints of Tu's personality showed in the colors of his clothes. Colors that refused, much like the boy usually, to ever be silent. The bright red and blue of his oversized basketball jersey. The red ties that kept tight a myriad of short puffs of his hair out on his skull. The youth wearing them seemed more than subdued. Mark glanced at him with concern, almost unsure how to take the silence from a youth who was never silent. "What's up, bro?" Tu was slow to reply, Mark seeing a hardness in his young eyes as he continued to stare out the window. The older boy didnt need more than the light coming up off the street to see that Tu had been crying. He felt the realization hit deep within him. Discovering that a constant he through was eternal wasn't as real as had assumed. The lanky youth took a deep breath, something that sounded closer to a stifled sob. His youth features seeming to twist as he tried to find the right words, or any at all. In that quiet voice that continued to take Mark off guard, he managed to mutter an answer. "I want to go home." Mark put a strong hand on the youths skinny shoulder, not sure what else to do. He felt a pang deep within him, moments before, wondering where the younger boy had got to. Not expecting in the least to find what he did. He felt the boys warm skin under his hand. The soft material of his basketball jersey. "Its cool," Mark replied in an equally quiet voice. He quickly found the strength to remain firm, taking the kids subdued nature on board. "Its only a few days." "I don't wanna be here." Tu's face was starting to harden again, choking back tears. Mark melted. "Its ok, bro. You got the boys. We here with you, bro." "I want to go back home. I cant do nothing here. I cant break." Mark found himself slipping his arm about the younger maoris shoulders. Pulling his younger body against his own. He felt the warmth of Tu's body, felt as if he could feel the shudder of his tears within his chest. The youths body seemed to hardened a little as he let him rest against him. Mark just held him quietly. His heart softened innumerably, as he saw a side to the boy he had never thought existed. "I miss them, Mark," Tu muttered quietly, his body all but slumped under Marks arm. "Keith. Joe. Kicks." Mark felt the youth let out another sob, as if the mere mention had dragged up more tears. The older boy rubbed lightly at Tu's skinny chest, his voice quiet. "Its cool, bro. Its ok." "Why am I feeling like this for?" Tu asked. His voice seemed too little. "You just homesick, bro," Mark answered back, hoping that his closeness and touch would help ease the boys pain a little. "I don't want to be here. I cant do the rest of the group no good like this," continued Tu quietly. He shuddered again in Marks arm, the bigger youth easing him back towards the bed. He guided him down, sitting. "You'll do fine, bro. You just got to remember that the bros are here for you," Mark commented. "Im here for you too." "I don't think I can do it, Mark." "Sure you can. Ill be there. We just do like we practiced," Mark said. His voice was smooth, soft still. He was by far the biggest of the boys on the team, the oldest at twenty five. "We'll take the prize, then we can go back home. You'll see." Tu seemed to remain quiet under Marks arm for a few moments. Mark could feel the boy still shaking a little, wracked with quiet sobs that he couldnt seem to hide. Tu felt almost small there. Again, too small. The youth had always made big with his words, if not with his actions. Perhaps it was that which seemed to make Mark feel that more stronger, seeing him like this. A far extreme to the boy he knew. "Its cool, bro," Mark muttered again, quietly. He couldnt think of anything else to say, rubbing lightly at the boys hard bicep, his arm still tight about his shoulders. The youth seemed to soften, rest more fully against him. Mark just sat there with him. Silent. Quiet. Alone with the younger boy in the darkness of the room. It seemed to settle down on them, comforting Mark as much as he hoped he was comforting Tu. Mark sat there the long moments that it took for Tu to slowly stop sobbing. He felt the youths hot body, relaxed against his. Feeling his breaths coming more naturally within his chest. Smoother, slower. Not as hard and ragged in the tight sobs that he had. Tu's head was still hung low, his eyes far from Marks. The older youths only that much more softer as he watched Tu there. Kept his arm about the youth. He was content to sit there as long as Tu needed, finding a comfort of his own in the youths closeness. In his private realization of what Tu was capable of expressing. Even in the guarded darkness of his room. Mark found himself grateful that he had seen it. Mark felt the youth moving a little, waking to the passage of time finally after the longer moments. Feeling Tu's leg moving slowly, smoothly against his own. The motion was almost minute, but the feeling was there, subtle in sensation. Waking Mark with the quiet hiss of his black sports pants against Tu's. The almost uniform of the boys, that they wore more often than not, especially now. There was a softness in the younger boys breath, the relaxation under his arm and against his body that little more accepting. The closeness felt more than comforting. It felt nice. Mark welcoming the slight rubbing of the youths leg against his. He gave it no thought. Sharing in the boys close breaths. Tu seemed more real to Mark, strangely so. He looked at the youth there in the darkness next to him. His strong maori features, smooth and brown in the same way the chocolate milk Mark always drunk was like. The youth was lanky, a fifteen year old that had grown up on strength in his art, but not seeming to lose that gangly, stringy appearance of his younger days. His basketball jersey, baring the name of his school 'Milford', the number 9, sagged off his shoulders. It did little to hide the body that seemed to fit snuggly along his own. Tu always wore it. It did less, Mark knew, when the younger boy was pulling off the same break dancing moves as the rest of the boys. But then everything Tu wore was always too many sizes too large for him. Mark felt his breaths match Tu's. Quiet. Smooth. Slow. He still felt the comfort of his leg moving against his. Realizing with a start that the gentle hiss of his sports pants was as much from the fact his own hand was on Tu's thigh. Rubbing it comfortingly. He stopped, pulling back a little. So did Tu's leg, as the slight rubbing stopped. The younger boys voice sounded disappointed, although his face was too low for Mark to see his expression, he knew it was a mate to his tone. "don't stop. It felt good." "Ok, bro," Mark ventured quietly. He put his hand back on the boys thigh. Anything to help him out of his homesickness. Mark wasn't even sure what to do, still hoping that his closeness and calm words would do a little to sooth the emotion in the younger boy. Mark felt Tu's leg start rubbing against his again. This time more definitely. More firmly. Mark just sat there, quiet again, his stocky arm up about Tu's shoulders. His hand back on the youths thigh. He hadn't even realized when he had first put it there. "I miss Keith," Tu said finally. His voice was even more quiet. Almost lost in the deepness of the dark room. "You'll see him again," Mark replied. "In a few days." "I wish he were here now." The reply was even more quiet, muttered. Mark found himself almost hard pressed to hear it. "Im here." Mark rubbed a little at Tu's thigh, feeling his hand shift against the smooth material of the boys big sports pants. It slipped lightly under the long end of his basketball jersey, disappearing up there slightly as Tu's leg continued to move against his own. Mark rubbed gently at the youths thigh, as he felt the comfort of the boys closeness. Returning what he felt in kind. Content and silent. "What if the others find out," Tu asked, his breath firm. "I wont tell them," replied Mark. "They don't have to find out." "Cool." The reply came almost confidently. Mark was happy at the reassurance in that. Feeling that he was making a difference. There seemed to be a tight pause from the younger boy, his voice innumerably more definite when he finally spoke again. "Can you do it a little higher?" Mark looked at the youth, almost confused. His hand rested warmly on Tu's thigh, under his jersey. Rested, he realized suddenly, close to the youths groin. He felt a sudden flush in his own, feeling his chubby cock throb. His cheeks flush. Realizing the responces his body had had to the closeness. Realizing what Tu may have been talking about, rather than his homesickness. "You sure?" Mark kept his voice low, almost conspiratory. His cheeks still burned. "Yeah." Mark eased his hand again into motion, stroking lightly at Tu's thigh. Realizing the boy seemed to be forgetting quickly the pain of being away from home. Finding a comfort in the older boys body that made Mark worry. Was he right to comfort him? To put his arm about Tu's shoulder. Perhaps he should have just talked to him. Mark felt the questions burning quickly though his head, with the same heat that quickly took his stocky, light skinned body. He felt a strange and giddy thrill. "It feels nice," Tu said, breaking the aroused silence. "I don't want to think about home." Mark kept his hand where it was. Just stroking there below Tu's groin. Having slipped his grip a little deeper between the youths legs in his own lust. He felt himself holding back. Wanting yet not wanting to cross that line. The line that would take his hand onto the youths probably aroused dick. He suddenly wondered if it was as hard as his was becoming. "Please ..." "Yeah, bro." Mark steeled himself, moving his hand up greedily. Finding himself taking a sudden delight at the change of events. Finding himself more than willing to accommodate the youths wants. His mind lost to the truths. He wouldn't deny that he had fantasized about it. Or fantasized about the other three youths that made up the Break Mercenaries. Mark heard Tu's moan as his hand gripped down over his dick. Felt the hardness there under his hand. "Ill help you take your mind off home," Mark justified. Tu was looking up at him, already breathing in pants. "What do you want me to do?" "Just rub it." Mark nodded as he started to fist slowly at Tu's cock. Still within his sports pants. The older youths hand working up under Tu's basketball jersey. Mark felt the confusion as he tried to comprehend what he was feeling. Something didnt fit or work. His hand feeling the fullness within his grasp. The mere grasp pulling up something far bigger as the youths arousal drew up his manhood. Mark moved his hand up to pull at the waistband of Tu's pants. Drag them down a little to free the youths dick. Still hidden under his basketball jersey, far too long and loose as it fell the better part to the youths knees. Marks other arm still about Tu's skinny yet muscular shoulders. His hand felt the hotness, as his mind began to work on comprehending the dimensions that fell quickly back into his grasp. Massive. Tu's breathing, his obvious pleasure at the eager touch pulled Mark from his amazement. His eyes moving back up as he saw the younger youths face. His smooth brown features etched in an unashamed enjoyment. His cheeks still trained with his drying tears, of a pain that seemed for the moment long forgotten. Mark began to fist the huge breadth of what he held, feeling the soft hardness flop within his hand each time he drew back. Feeling his own sports pants going taut with his own lust. Tu rested against him, his body seeming hotter than the giant poker within Marks hand. The older youth let himself look at the youth with all the lust that he had felt. That which he had denied himself while with Tu and the other boys. No place for such feelings or thoughts in the staunch embrace of the street. But now, in this context, his eyes drinking in the soft, muscular curves hinted at under the billowing looseness of his jersey. Tight glances at his skinny, yet tight chest, his lithe brown arms. Mark began to pump more needfully at the youths huge cock. His mind spinning with the thought of having him like this. Taking him aback more than seeing Tu cry. Part of him wanted the boy. More of him wanted to comfort him. The pleasure seemed to do ample to satisfy both. Tu all but mewed softly as he lay against Mark. Mark felt the boys arm creep up behind his back, partly steadying the boy, part in embrace. The stocky youth felt Tu shudder again, this time with pleasure rather than the act of sobbing. As if every part of that tight, lanky body started and ended in the still firm softness that lay within Marks grasp. Mark could smell the thick scent of maleness that began to hang about them both. As the shadows lay deeply over their act. "Pull your jersey up a bit, bro," Mark whispered, finding the want for answers too strong within his mind. As if sick of trying to fit together pieces that didnt. Tu nodded lightly against him, pulling back the loose mesh. Back up over that massive cock as Mark slipped his hand back off its big, cut head. The older youth let out a tight expletive, his hand only more greedily working along Tu's length now he saw what he had only felt. Even if he was only fifteen. Even if he was the tall, gangly youth he was, Tu's penis was truly huge. A thick, drooping worm of manhood years beyond his means. "Fuck you huge," Mark muttered, finding himself unable to hide his admiration. Perhaps just a hint of jealousy. His own hard, but nowhere near the size of Tu's, still mostly soft. "It feels nice," replied Tu again, almost defensively. He sat still panting, as both of them stared down at his maleness in breathy self discovery. Mark continued to pull at Tu's huge penis, dragging his fist tightly up the youths length in strong, firm strokes. Feeling the younger boys arm tighten about his body for stability. Tu's hands were already reading Marks mind, pulling at the sports pants. Their far too large size easing comfortably down muscular, lanky thighs. Only further exposing him. Marks eyes widening at the size of the youths nuts, juggling upwards each like Mark pulled. The skin of his cock pulling up on his nutsac with each stroke. A thin squirt of precum milked from Tu's cock on yet another of Marks tight strokes. Mark just stared in silence, along with Tu as he continued to work silently in the dark. Both boys seemingly content, more than comforted by the closeness that had ensued. Mark found himself unable to take his eyes off Tu, more disbelieving that anyone could be as large as the youth was, let alone Tu. He played with the huge cock like some eager new toy. Drawing it up to a more fuller firmness that seemed to stand more on its own. His hand dipping down to touch Tu's nuts, nested in the thickness of his pubes, as if needing that much to confirm their reality. Tu's thick, cut head drooling with precum, almost in the same way that Mark seemed to be drooling over it. "Would you ever ... suck another guy ...?" Tu ventured, his voice quiet, breathy. "Is that what you want?" Mark glanced up at the boys face. He seemed to look almost stunned, making Mark wonder if this was the first time he'd been touched. "Yeah," said Tu, confidently. "You want me to suck it?" Mark knew the answer, he didnt even know why he'd asked it. "Yeah." Mark felt a certain amount of intimidation set in. Not like he hadn't thought about it. Not like he hadn't thought about sucking the rest of the break dancing crew. But here, now. Faced with what he saw, what he felt. Mark wondered if the fantasies would carry as easy into reality as he had always wanted them to, in the heat of his self pleasuring. He found himself realizing with a sharpness that he had fantasized exactly this last night. In this bed. Albeit with one of the other boys in mind. "Yeah ..." Mark said, more trying to break the uncertain silence that he had left the dark room with. "Can you try it?" Mark nodded, feeling as if Tu could see that he was scared. Maybe he could see just by looking at his face that he wondered if he could even do it. He shoved himself down hastily, smelling the thick musk of Tu's groin hit his broad nose suddenly. Intoxicating. The briefest moments of thought passed in his mind of whether he should be doing it with the younger boy. Dream already too much reality. Reality that Mark sucked greedily into his mouth, Taking Tu's thick, wet head into his mouth. He felt the boy tighten, gasp with a surprising loudness. Mark tasted the familiar taste of the boys precum, rich and full as he widened his mouth. Let that huge head push between his lips, carefully between his teeth. He started sucking almost too quickly. Tu shuddered violently within his arm. Mark felt the aroused heat beat up off Tu's groin. The greedy pleasures they both took alone there in the room. All else beyond that sibilant darkness ignored. Nothing else existed. Not for now. Mark eased his hand down Tu's thick length, feeling his jaw widening as he tried to take more. Knowing he couldnt, but trying all the same. Taking the boys mind off home. Taking his own mind off the aching already in his jaw. Mark paced himself. Very slow, gentle sucks, on just that big head alone. His jaw hurt too fiercely too soon to really do much else. His eyes all but watering as he stared down at that smooth skin. Closing them to dwell on the loud, too loud groans of the youth he pleasured. He eased his wet mouth down again, taking a little beyond Tu's fat, smooth cock head. Mark breathed raggedly through his nose, drooling like the precum that had slicked Tu's head moments before. Tu's hand began to take greedy strokes of his all but bald head. Playing down towards his stocky neck. Gripping occasionally at the black tshirt he wore, marked in stark white in ghetto script the name of their crew on front. Mark reveled in the touch. Reassured by the tight grunts, the desperate grasping of the youths long fingered hands that he felt pleasure enough on just the attentions to his cock head. The slow, exploratory strokes about those huge nuts. Mark thought briefly whether he wanted to swallow, his thick lips massaging the younger boys thick cock with each stroke. The tight sucking joining the word of Tu's breathy moans. Mark felt only after the third time Tu's pulling at his neck. Easing upwards, as the boys cock head all but popped from his mouth. He gasped in breaths of air, almost too noisily, glancing up red eyed at Tu. He saw the youths scared expression. The dry trails of his tears struck something deep within the older youth. "What if the others find out?" he asked tightly. Mark eased up a little, his body already clammy and hot under his baggy tshirt. "I wont tell them." "You promise?" Mark was scared of the vulnerability he felt in those words. "Yeah, I promise, bro. Fuck yeah I promise," he couldnt stress the words enough. He meant them, but in a way part of the motivation was hormones. Crying back like a baby scared of losing a teet. He added quietly, "Ill make sure the doors locked." Mark felt more dizzy than he had expected as he got up, steadying himself a moment. Crossing the room in silence, his mind, his hormones causing more the noise he heard within. He checked the lock, finding that it was secured. As it was when he had first come into the room. He dumped the keys from his pocket onto the bedside table. The noise in the silence of the room was almost deafening. Tu was still sitting there, on the side of the bed. His pants half way down. His cock looked even more huge than Mark had first seen. In context with Tu's lanky body. Mark decided against turning on the lights, the room still cast in that strange light from the street. He pull at one of the heavy curtains, casting the bed at least in a deep darkness. At least part of him ashamed of what his hormones provided for him to do. Wanting to make sure that his words were more than true. That no one else found out. In fantasies where all of the Break Mercenaries writhed in hot intercourse in his mind, the reality seemed starkly different. As he started with wanting unashamed lust at their youngest member. Tu's hand was already groping at the older youths pants, even though Mark was more than willing to go back to his knees before the boy. He welcomed the touch, finding himself wanting it more now that he felt it. He kicked his shoes off hastily, the act only causing Tu to lose what small grip he had on his dick already. Pushing his pants and boxers down, he saw the curious interest, the surprise in Tu's eyes as he revealed himself so quickly to his friend. Mark reached down to put his hand back about Tu's already drooping dick. A size that seemed hard pressed to come up to a hardness that Mark achieved so quickly and often. He pulled up his baggy tshirt a little. Dragging it away from his own erection, his own nuts more than good size for a youth his age. Still dwarfed by the boy near half his years. Tu stood up, giving Mark an easier, more comfortable grasp of his dick. The younger boy stepping out of his own pants as they fell down his lanky legs. "that's nice," Mark whispered, keeping his voice low, as if others might hear. His free hand greedily pushed up Tu's jersey. His hormones peaking, as he stared lustfully at those smooth, beautifully cut abs. Considering how muscular the boys body was, Mark found himself wondering how he didnt guess Tu was hung as hugely as he was. The boy seemed more like a man, despite his age. His nuts felt like rocks, as his hand groped down at them. Weighted them between the youths soft thighs. Tu groaned as Mark explored the youth there as well, his hand dipping down between his legs. Back up. "Your bodies good," Tu said, almost hoarsely. His hand was rubbing at his gut, slowly. Mark did surprising well to keep up with the lighter boys, even with his stocky weight. "So's yours," Mark replied, refraining from speaking about how he'd always thought that. He stopped to drag off his tshirt, baring his stocky maori form. His light skinned body naked before the boy. Mark grunted as Tu's mouth fell down on his chest, quickly sought and sucked in his prominent nipple. He put an arm about the youths body, feeling the soft mesh of Tu's jersey against his skin. His hot, soft erection against his hip. He gasped as Tu all but bit him in his enthusiasm there. Feeling his hot hand stroking at his weeping, uncut dick. The absence as Tu's hand started instead to explore his stocky form. He felt his lust peaking as the youth started to touch him more freely, with a strange inhibition. Mark pulled at Tu's jersey, the younger boy pausing long enough for him to get it free. Tu's younger body felt like hot silk against his own. His arms fell into an embrace about it. "Lets lie down on the bed," Mark suggested, only because his legs were already starting to feel weak. Mark moved away from that heaven to pull back the blankets and sheets of the double bed, taking a quick, lustful glance at Tu's muscular, yet gangly form. His lankiness only excentuated the smooth brown muscle. Mark thought of the taste of the chocolate milk again, that he always drunk. Would Tu taste like that? His massive dick hung in a lazy arch away from his body, his lanky form only further excentuating that beyond all belief. Mark saw Tu's eyes only a moment in the darkness there. Confused, but lustfilled. Tu slipped in under the sheets, Mark quickly following. Feeling the embrace of the softness there in the bed sheet, moreso as he eased himself straight into the line of Tu's body. He just as quickly took possession of Tu's cock again, feeling Tu's hand on his own. Groaning as he pulled the youth tight against him, perhaps a little too much so as the younger boy grunted. Mark felt the needy desires burning in him, against him, as he started to fist at Tu's floppy, thick cock. Feeling eventually as Tu joined him. The boys lanky, muscular arm up about his body in an awkward embrace. Exploring again. "It feels good," Tu said quietly. The words sounded as if the younger boy needed to say it, to break the silence. To make it ok to be doing it. But there was a lustful want in the youths actions. Mark was scared how much he wanted it too. But more with Tu, who was fifteen. Rather than the other boys of Break Mercenaries. Who were all legal. Mark was scared how he wanted this, because Tu was the age he was. It aroused him far beyond Tu's physical phinest. His intimidating manhood. A fantasy he was acting on through luck and strange situation, but which scared him no less for the fact. Mark held Tu's muscular body close, tight. Feeling the waves of pleasure sweeping over him as the youth pounded at his cock with the same enthusiasm that he was of Tu's. Base, almost desperate strokes. Marks body hot like fire as he felt his climax rushing at him too quickly. Making his head thick with the sensations. He pushed Tu's hand roughly aside, taking both cocks as the younger boy moaned in realization of what Mark intended to do. Mark felt those hands rub greedily at his smooth, stocky body. Down at his thick gut, air cooler at least than that between their bodies, rushing to fill the gap. Mark jacked hard at their two cocks, intimidated anew by Tu's size. Pressed up against his own, it made him feel tiny. Like he was the younger. Mark felt that hint of jealousy again at the youths far larger cock. His own steel hardness felt like it did little to measure against Tu's still soft hardness. A wetness made both of them slippery there. The wet slurps of his fist joining the hot moans between them. He felt Tu quiver and struggled lightly within his embrace, against his hot body. He felt the sudden wet release against his stomach. Tu's cries loud. He basked in the length of time that Tu's cock, his body, tightened and released. Basking in that wetness. Although already far too close himself, Mark forced his wet hand away from their manhoods. Panting hotly against Tu's face, the youths expression hot, surprised in an almost amusing way. As if he had never felt the pleasure of a climax before. Mark moved about clumsily as he pushed back the bed sheets. His eyes caught the wet streaks against Tu's muscular, broad abs. Pushing back one of Tu's long, lean thighs, Mark moved back down to swallow at that still chubby length. Getting a yelp from the younger kid, who instantly tried to push at his stocky shoulders. His voice was urgent as Mark began to suck his pungent, still cum wet head into his mouth. Driven by the lust unreleased in his own cock. "Mark! Stop! Ouuuuchh!" Mark kept sucking wetly, already feeling the burn again in his jaw, already too horny though to listen to the reason of his mere flesh. His flesh alone reason why he continued to suck. He felt a strange thrill in the unfamiliar taste of the younger boys cum, still wet on his thick head. Tu's groans of tight protest fading to powerful moans again as his oversensitive, just climaxed cock began to swell again in the presence of new stimulation. Sucking greedily, Mark found himself unable again to suck in little more than the boys head. He embraced Tu's narrow hips, pulling the youth onto his mouth as much as he could manage. The lanky youths pleasure filled squirms made the task difficult, that massive head nudging deeper into Marks greedy mouth. He knew already that he would have to be still horny, still having not cum himself if he wanted to keep the thirst that he was feeling for tasting Tu's seed. The hints of it would usually have turned him aside, but his hard cock, throbbing painfully drove him onward. Moving needfully, Mark felt his cock hit against Tu's face. He wanted the youth to do what he was doing. At least try it. His mind hoping, praying, deeper than even his lust that the youth would take the hint at the closeness. He felt a tentative stroking, which became more full as the youth started to moan deeply again. Lost in lust. Marks mouth drooled thick saliva as he continued to suck and stroke. His nose flared with the effort of his sucking. He kept his eyes closed, his hand stroking along the too smooth length of the younger boys thighs and calves. He needed this. Not necessarily sucking on his cock, but he needed Tu's closeness. That it was his own crew, a friend, made it both easier and more scarry to him. The thoughts of covering this all up barely occurring to him as he sucked noisily at the teenagers huge dick. Young, hard dick. His body silky like only a boy his age could be. Tu's hands were already exploring his thick ass, something that Mark found himself powerless to do much about. The hands lingered only a moment, as his senses were blinded by the wetness that suddenly engulfed his cock. The same eagerness that had seen Tu grope at his cock originally. To suck and bite at his nipples. Mark moaned against the youths huge head, something that drew yet another shudder of pleasure from his muscular body. Mark felt overcome quickly by the heat. His head dizzy again as his stocky body ran with the razor passage of sweat drips. He felt choked as his lust for the youth overcame him, as he tried to work more. Fueled by the wetness about his own, Tu sucking with a new greed at his throbbing cock. He felt himself buck within, prepared to shoot to the cool air. Instead feeling the euphoria as Tu began to start swallowing shot after shot of his thick climax. Mark wondered if he was passing out, as his dick faded, the pleasure remaining in every inch of his softening cock. A wetness filled his mouth. Sudden. The tight, lustful shouts of Tu's own disbelief of pleasure pulling him to. Mark worked his throat to swallow, not enjoying the salty thickness as much as he had hoped. Needful fantasy not as fueled by the flames that his climax had partly stanched in their wetness. He swallowed all the same, feeling the thickness claim his throat like the presence in his mouth. Easing back finally, he let out a woop as he gasped for air. Sucking it in, feeling it run ragged into his lungs. His senses ablaze with maleness. Seeing Tu laying there, seemingly exhausted. Blinking wordlessly up at the ceiling. Mark pulled himself about. He could feel how wet the sheets were beneath him, not just with their sweat. He wasn't sure what to do. "Thanks," Tu said quietly. The younger boy looked up at him, as Mark felt almost ashamed. But his words surprised him, soothed him. "I don't feel so bad about not being at home now." "Good." Mark put a firm, reassuring hand on the younger boys hot shoulder. Deep down, it was ultimately what he wanted. He got up, wondering where his tshirt had fallen. "Can we do it again if I start feeling bad again?" Tu ventured, his voice small again. It reminded Mark of how different he seemed from the brash and loud youth he though he had known. Mark paused in consideration. Too much of him had felt good about how it had felt. "Yeah, bro, no doubt," Marks age came though as he quickly started to take control again. "Get some sleep, Ill tell the boys you were just feeling tired, ok?" "I wont tell anyone," Tu said. Part of the youths own normal nature was there. "They don't need to know." Mark replied. "Nah, they don't," said Tu, his voice sounding as firm as it might normally. There was a definite tone in his voice. Mark slipped up off the bed, finding himself steadying himself with a hand again. Dizzy anew. He stooped down after a few moments to get his tshirt, slipping it back on. Missing the thick streaks of cum that were lined up his gut, for the wetness he felt elsewhere. Tu's words broke the sound of their deep, needy breaths. "Im glad you came to try find me." "Yeah, I am too," Mark said. "Im glad it was you." Tu looked at him with those eyes that seemed to speak volumes more into that one line. Mark quickly pulled on his boxers, sports pants. He stepped into his shoes, almost as an after thought. "Just get some sleep for now, ok, bro?" Mark had thoughts of his own that he would have rather left silent for the time being. "Big day tomorrow. Ill be back up in while. Just going to tell the boys where you were." Tu nodded, and seemed to try and pull the sheets about his naked body a little more comfortably. Mark felt the light almost, as he stepped out away from the bed. The light from the window where he hadn't drawn the curtain streaming like it was almost the sun in brightness against his still slightly sweaty form. He paused only a moment at the bedside table to sweep up the keys. Shove them in his pocket. Mark took a deep breath, walking the short corridor to the door. There was a resistance as he pulled the door open, feeling it push against him. Mark glanced up in surprise, fear, as he saw the bigger form of their supervision. Rua. The older maori smiled warmly. Mark pulled the door open only enough to get out, nodding back towards the darkness within. "Tu's in there, bro," he felt his cheeks flushing. He could smell the thick scent of sex still pouring up off his body. "He just felt tired after dinner." The older man grinned a little, staring back into the darkness, before glancing Mark over. Mark could feel those eyes, he felt like everything he had done was written on every part of his body, for anyone to see if they cared to look. Rua nodded, the door closing over lightly as he patted Marks still somewhat damp shoulder. Mark couldnt believe he could feel any more afraid. Any more guilty with what burned within him. Mark raised his glance, words already forming. He tried to think how best to explain the condition he was in, perhaps himself more than to the older man. But Rua's dark eyes seemed calm, unquestioning. "Cool. At least hes safe. The other boys are waiting for you downstairs." Rua was already starting back down the hallway. Mark nodded, letting out a hot breath of air. He started to follow his mentor, the thoughts still as thick in his mind as the smell of sex on his body. He did what he could to calm himself. To hide those fantasies made reality.