MARK ---- Written for Pink Triangle by The Scribe It was had been a great day. I had been able to get all the pho- tographs I had wanted. No I only had to drive through to Cowes to check the sites for tomorrow and drop my films in for developing. The evening was warm and I was using the back roads to avoid the holiday drivers. Suddenly the heavens opened and the rain poured down. Never mind, it was still warm and I had been successful in my days work. The steam rose from the tarmac in front of my car as I drove along. I had been on the Isle of Wight for just over two months now. My wife was living in Hampshire, and I had taken a flat to cover the pe- riod of my photographic task. It often happened like this, that is what the life of a freelance photographer is like. You take the work as it comes. This job would pay well, and would be a good reference for future work. Of course, being away from home did mean sexual deprivation; and given my "varied" sexual tastes the hardly covered nubile bodies lying around on the beach did not help. I was musing on some of the young lads and girls I had seen that day when I noticed something ahead in the pouring rain. Through the obscured screen I could seen it was a person, in a blue track suit it looked, and holding a towel over their head. It was obvious that whoever it was would be soaked. I decided to offer a lift, well it had been a good day, and the Island was a safe sort of place to do that sort of thing, no muggers and people still trusted one another. As I slowed alongside the drenched figure I saw it was a lad, aged between 14 and 17 I guessed, never was much good at ages. I threw open the door; "I'm going through to Cowes, can I give you a lift anywhere?" Am smile lit his young face; "Gosh, thank. I'm soaked. Could you drop me at Gurnard". He climbed in and apologised for the water dripping off him. I told him not to worry, and we chatted as I drove slowly along the nar- row back roads to Gurnard. His name was Mark, just 15. Blonde, blue eyes and from the way the wet silken track suit hugged his body, he was beautiful. A swimmers build, good shape and form but not over muscular. I couldn't help but also notice that he appeared to have nothing on underneath the suit, by the look of the very obvious shape of his cock lying alongside his thigh. (Stop thinking these thoughts Tony, he is only 15, and you are only giving him a lift.) He was interested in computers and he told me of his Amstrad at home. I explained I also had an Amstrad, the same 464, and I used it to keep details of my work, and to send details off to the magazine via the telephone. He lived at home with his mum, his dad had died. This seemed to cause him pain to tell. He asked a lot about my com- puter and told me how he was trying to program his, but didn't get very far. He also told me he had been swimming and got caught in the rain on the way home. He usually used his bike, but it had a flat and do he walked today. When I dropped him near his home he asked me for my telephone num- ber so he could call me if he had a problem with his computer. I gave it to him and thought no more about it. It was three days later he telephoned. I sorted out his problem over the phone. The next day he called again and asked if I could call in at his home to meet his mum and sort out another problem. I said I would come over on the Wednesday, in two days time. The day arrived and I went. Mum was o.k., but did she cling to her son. Probably do to the death of husband. Anyway she seemed to like me, and we had tea and a long chat. She was worried about Mark missing his father. Before I left she had agreed to Mark's request that he could call at my flat and see my computer. Mark did call round three or four times. We chatted and he used to watch me on my computer as I showed him where his programs went wrong. That 15 year old leaning on my shoulders, breathing into my ear, was a great temptation; but I resisted the urge, treating Mark as a friend and remembering his age and the possible dangers involved. Mark always telephoned before he came over, so I knew when he was going to come. It was the end of August. The day was hot and I was lying on the couch in the lounge reading some mags. The contents were pictorial, male and obvious; and the effect upon me was also very obvious. The flat bell went and I walked over and opened the door. It was Mark. "Hi Tony", he said and walked in. I just made it into the lounge before him and managed to get the mags stuffed under a cushion before he saw them. "Sorry to drop in. I've been swimming and thought I'd call and see if you were in on the way back. I can't get this to run." He handed me a simple program written on a piece of paper. I switched on the straddy and started to type it in. Mark dropped on the couch, obviously tired after his day swimming. I avoided looking. I knew from our conversations that when Mark went swimming he only wore his track suit and trunks. After swimming he would lie in the sun to dry off, then remove his trunks and wear just his track suit home. That was how I had seen so much on the night I picked him up. There was still a bulge in my jeans from the mags, and thinking about Mark did not help. I concentrated on typing in the program. "These yours Tony?" Mark asked; he had the mags. "Er, well, just something I was checking over that's all". I blushed a reply, trying hard to cover my embarrassment. Mark looked through them with deep concentration. He finished two and then came across and took up his usual position behind me. "Have you solved it yet?" "Not yet, but can't be difficult". "Are you gay?" I froze and went bright red. "Look I know you are married, you told me. But I know that some men like both sorts of sex, and as you've got those mags I wondered, are you gay. I don't mind either way. honest Tony, just wondered." "Well you've asked so I will admit, yes I am bisexual. Now you know I think you had better go" "Don't be stupid. I said I didn't mind, and I don't." I carried on working on the program. "I like male sex". Well that did it. I stopped doing anything and just sat looking at the screen. "I let men play with me, and I enjoy it. Would you like to do it?" "I don't think so Mark, you are far too young and I don't think it would be right" " Why not? I can see from your jeans that you still got a hard on from looking at those mags, and so have I, so why not?" "Simply because" - as I spoke I spun round on the stool and found myself looking at an erect 15 year old cock. Mark had dropped his trousers. "Mark, please" I was worried and frightened. I stood up. This boy could put me in prison, and I was losing control of the situation. "Don't worry Tony." and his hand reached out and grabbed the bulge in my jeans. His hand rubbed and gripped it. "You're big" I just stood there motionless. He took my right hand in his left and placed it on his erect cock. I gave in and took hold, slowly mov- ing up and down that firm young shaft. He moaned softly and then opened my jeans, slipping them down. My pants followed. "Wow that's a big one Tony, and fat too. You uncircumcised like me". He slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft. It was heaven. "Take me to the bedroom Tony, it would be safer there. We went upstairs and into the bedroom. He slipped his top off and stood before me. He was beautiful. A light golden tan all over, and I mean all over. Firm build and neat nipples. His cock was about 5 inches long and slim like a young lads often is. He had just the right amount of muscles in all the right places. A blonde haired, blue eyed dream boy. He came forward and slipped off my shirt. We were both naked. He pulled my head down and kissed me full on the mouth, tongued probing deep inside. At the same time his other hand smoothed my cock and balls. He then slid his mouth down and sucked my nipples. I rubbed that cock for him and smoothed his neat arse. He pulled back, holding onto me and we fell onto the bed. His hands were all over me, exploring every part of my body. "Just how many men have you been with Mark?" "Not very many, but in Southampton, as around here everybody knows everybody else. Some of the men sucked me." "Did you like that?" "Yes I did. very much" "I want to see you cum Mark, may I?" "Please. Tony, please; and I want to feel you cum" I moved and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned and writhed as I sucked him; taking him deep and then running up the shaft, tonguing the tip and licking the balls. As I did this he worked on my cock and balls with both his hands. After a couple of minuted he moved slightly and I felt his warm damp young mouth slip over my throbbing cock. That was too much. I groaned and groaned, fucking that willing mouth as I sucked on him deeper and deeper. I could tell he was getting very close. Suddenly he stopped sucking mine and moaned in a deep sexy voice; "If you want to see me cum then stop sucking and start wanking, I'm almost there". Immediately he clamped his mouth around my cock again, sucking on it greedily. I knew I could hold back no longer and as I worked hard on his I groaned; "I'm going to cum Mark!" He said and did nothing but continued sucking, his body stiffened and his little cock jerked. A deep husky groan came from his full mouth and his body arched as the first jism of spunk shoot from his rock hard cock. I let go myself. Wave after wave of spunk filled his young mouth and he greedily took it all. Each time I came he seemed to cum too until we were both exhausted and dropped back onto the bed. We lay there for some time, and the I went to clean up, and to get a cloth for him. I cleaned him up and he smiled at me. "I've wanted to do that since the first night you picked me up, but I didn't think you liked men sex 'cause you were married. I'm real glad you do. Can I come and see you every day. I want to do it again and again, and some other things I saw in your book." "You realise the risk I'm taking Mark? I would like to do it again, but you will keep it all secret won't you?" "Of course I will Tony, I don't want anyone knowing I'm gay. I've always wanted a friend on the Island I could call on when I wanted to. I want to do it all over again..." and his mouth closed around my limp, but stirring prick once again. I could see that the next three months of my stay on the Isle of Wight would be quite spectacular indeed. ______________________________________________________________________ File downloaded from PINK TRIANGLE BBS -- England's only OUT Gay Board [+44](0)81-963 0496 300-2400 8N1 (inc 1200/75) MNP Level 5 ______________________________________________________________________