Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2000 15:07:54 EST From: chub_bi@hotmail.com Subject: Mark At Midnight - Part One The following is fiction. I am working on Part 2 - the final installment. If you like it, feel free to email your comments. Mark At Midnight I pulled my long white limo into the driveway of a beautiful house in a very high class neighborhood. I had lucked out tonight. I had been assigned one of the new 2000 Lincoln Krystal conversions. It was a 10 passenger stretch with all the toys. I had arrived a half hour early for my 5:00 p.m. pick-up - better to be early than late. I rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened. What I saw took my breath away. It was a young boy, about 14 years old and dressed in a bathrobe that didn't quite reach his knees. He was drop-dead gorgeous. We stood there looking at each other. He had black hair that was combed back and not too long. His face, in fact, all of the skin I could see, was a golden brown. Hard to describe - almost the color of honey. He had the most beautiful odd shaped eyes - not Caucasian - slightly Oriental - but not really. His bathrobe was open below the neck, exposing a smooth, hairless chest. "Hi, you must be the limo driver. I'm Mark," he said. "You're early. Come on in." I said, "yes, I am the driver, and you can call me Dave." At that point I realized that he had been standing there for almost a minute as I had surveyed his body. My face flushed red. I stepped into the house. His mother, a Chinese lady, appeared out of the kitchen and came toward me. I introduced myself. I asked her to sign the credit card slip and the contract. She headed back to the kitchen to get a pen and do the signing. Mark stood there waiting for her to return. She called out from the kitchen and asked how long they had the car for. I told her she had it until 4:00 a.m. At this, Mark let out an "Awesome!" And pumped his fist forward a couple of times. This brought his robe open a little more - to where I could see the white band at the top of his briefs. The lady came back from the kitchen. She explained that she was Mark's mom, and that Mark and his friends had rented the Limo for a school semi-formal dance. She said she was a little hesitant about the 4:00 a.m. I said that I would see that no one got into trouble. I told he I always laid down the law to young passengers and had never had a problem. She finally agreed. She shooed Mark upstairs and told him to get dressed. At the same time, a young girls voice called down the stairs. "Mom," it whined "I need help with my hair." Mom hollered back for her to come down to the kitchen. At this, a cute young girl - about Mark's age - came bounding down the stairs and disappeared into the kitchen. Another voice from upstairs - this time it was Mark's. "Mom, I need help with my tie." Mom came out into the hall, stopped for a minute looking at me. "Would you mind helping Mark with his tie? If I don't get Melissa's hair done, there will be hell to pay." I quickly agreed and headed up the stairs. At this point, I would do anything for that gorgeous young man-child. I reached the top of the stairs. The bathroom was to the left at the end of the hall. I entered the bathroom to find Mark still in his robe. I told him I couldn't tie his tie unless he had his shirt on. As he headed out the door to get his shirt, he peeled off his robe and dropped it on the floor. I got a quick glimpse of his white briefs standing out like neon against his golden brown skin. He returned to the bathroom, still in just his briefs. I got a quick look at a reasonably large bulge in the front of his briefs. He was holding a tie and trying to put on a tan colored dress shirt. He slid into the shirt and stood in front of me. Whether this was a cue or not, I didn't know - but I took it. I started to button up his shirt. His body was almost hot through the thin shirt. He handed me the tie. I turned him around and pushed him towards the mirror. I stood behind him, reaching around in front to put on his tie. As I did so, I realized I was pressing my crotch forward into his tight boy-butt. I started to feel the first stirring of my cock as it felt the heat of his body. My mind was racing. Somehow I managed to get the tie on and tied. I looked into the mirror and watched as he eyed himself with a cute little smile. I reached around to brush the front of his shirt smooth - and in the process, brushed my hands across his hard little nipples. Yes, I realized, they were definitely hard. I also realized I was still leaning into his backside, pinning him to the sink. He looked over his shoulder and flashed me a dazzling white-toothed smile. "There will be time for that, later," he said as he pushed his body back into mine and then darted from the bathroom. What did he mean by that? I waited downstairs for Mark to get dressed. After a few minutes, he walked down the stairs looking like a young model from the pages of GQ. He had on a tan sports jacket, slightly darker than his shirt, gray slacks, black shoes and carried a hankie in his hand. "How do I fold this," he said, handing me the hankie and motioning to his jacket pocket. I folded it for him and placed it into his pocket. "You look fantastic'" I said.. He was starting to head for the door when Mom appeared with a camera. She took shots of Mark, Mark and his sister (who looked radiant), and then I took pictures of all three. I realized that Mark's sister could easily have been Mark's twin. Pictures done, Mark's mom kissed him goodbye. Mark headed for the door. Puzzled, I asked, "isn't Melissa going too?" His mother said that she was going to the same dance, but her boyfriend was picking her up. So, I followed Mark out the door. I opened the back door for Mark. He hesitated and asked if he could sit in the front with me until we got to his friends. I said sure and he ran around and got in. As I backed out and drove away, it was apparent that Mark had something on his mind. I told him he could talk to me if he wanted. He started out by thanking me for my help in getting ready. Then he hesitated. "For a minute, it was like having my dad back," Mark said. "Doesn't he live with you," I replied. "No, he was killed in a car accident four years ago, on my tenth birthday. He was heading home from work for my birthday party. He never made it. It has been so lonely without him." At this, I heard him choke back a sob. I reached my arm over and put it around his shoulders. He leaned into my armpit and I could feel his body as he sobbed. I was starting to get teary-eyed. After a few minutes, his sobbing subsided. I took out my hankie and wiped his face. "Feel better, now," I asked. "I think you have been holding those tears in for the last four years." He managed a smile. He continued to snuggle against me as we reached our first destination. There was a sudden change in him as we got to his friends' house. He became self-confident and took over the plans for the evening. It was obvious that he had arranged the whole evening. At one of our stops, he left the car to enter the house. I could see flashes going off as pictures were taken. He appeared on the doorstep with a beautiful dark haired girl. She was dressed in a gown that seemed too formal for her age. She was beautiful and she and Mark made a stunning couple. As he got to the car, I opened the door to let them in. Mark stopped and said "this is Beth. She is my girlfriend." I shook her hand. She got into the car, and I gave Mark a big wink as he got in. He grinned from ear to ear and blushed 40 shades of red - not an easy trick with his golden skin. With Beth, I now had 4 couples in the car. The next stop was a steak house for dinner. I let them off, gave them my cell phone number and told them to get the waiter to call me when they were ready to go. I drove to Burger King for my dinner. While eating, my thoughts kept going back to Mark. What had he meant by "later"? I was very attracted to him. He brought out feelings in me that I had kept hidden for many years. It is difficult in life when you are attracted to young boys - especially if you have a job, a respectable position in your community and are married. Besides, Mark had Beth. She was a hot young thing that any kid Mark's age would cream his pants over. In fact, just thinking about HER started to get me hot. My chances of getting to know Mark better looked like zero or less. The phone rang, bringing me out of my dreaming. They were ready. Back to the restaurant. They all piled him - everybody talking at once. Now, it was off to the school for the dance. I listened to their chatter as individual voices became clearer. They were making plans for after the dance. There was a party. Someone asked how long they had the limo for. I heard Mark's voice say "midnight". I was about to correct him when something made me stop. I wondered why he had said midnight. At the dance, they all pile out. It was about 9:30p.m. I was to come back at 11:00 p.m. Spent the next hour and a half joking with the other limo drivers. This was obviously a school in a well-healed neighborhood. There were at least 20 other limos. Time flew by - it was now time to pick them up. As I arrived at the door, Mark, the organizer, was looking for me. As soon as he saw me, he ran back into the school. Four minutes later, we were loaded and on our way. Next stop was a party at one of the kid's house. We arrived. Everyone got out except Beth and Mark. Goodbye were said and we moved on. "Where to" I said, over my shoulder? "Back to Beth's house" Mark replied. And off we went. Arriving at Beth's, they got out. Mark asked me to wait here and he would come back with the tip. I waited. Mark came back several minutes later. He climbed into the back and said let's go. "Huh," I replied, "what happened to Beth?" Mark replied that her dad wouldn't let her out after midnight. I asked him where he wanted to go. He said he wanted to go someplace private where we could talk. I was stunned. What did this beautiful boy god have in mind? My pulse started to race and my heart pound. And, I headed to the most private place I know. We ended up at a nearby mall under the brightest set of lights I could find. A mall, you say. Safest place in the world. Anytime, I want to sleep, that is where I go. It is well patrolled and the cops keep an eye out for you - and they don't bother you. And besides, with the bright lights outside, you can have the lights on inside the limo. And no one can see in. As I parked, I pulled two pieces of paper from my briefcase. I placed them in the windows on either side. They read "Driver sleeping, please do not disturb". I got out and slipped into the back. Mark was on the "J" seat, so I sat on the back - not wanting to be overeager for what I prayed might happen. Mark moved over beside me. "What now," I said? "You have been really nice to me, tonight. You have helped me deal with some feelings I have had for a long time, but couldn't face. Tonight is the first time I have cried since my father died. I always felt guilty that I had never cried, not even at this funeral. I realize that I really needed to cry. I needed to get it out of my system. I love my dad, but my feelings - or lack of them - have been hard for me to accept. It's as if some part of me can't accept that he's not here. Now, I feel I can accept his death, love him, remember him and move ahead in my life. " Thanks," Mark said. There were tears in his eyes, again - but he was more composed. He seemed at peace - once again in control. I was too choked up to speak. I marveled at the composure of this little boy. He was 14 but fast becoming a man. After a few minutes, I asked if there was anything else he wanted to talk about. "Those aren't the only feelings I haven't been able to deal with or understand," he replied. "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed attracted to me, tonight. It seemed that you were always looking at me. I don't know why, but it got me excited. The same kind of excitement I get when I am with Beth. The same kind of excitement I get in the showers after gym. What I don't understand is why I get the same feeling - whether it is around guys or girls. I can't be gay or girls wouldn't turn me on. If I'm not gay, why am I attracted to guys?" I took my time and explained to him what "bi-sexual" meant. That it was possible - and fairly common - for boys and girls to be attracted to both sexes. There was nothing wrong with it and it was normal. I then told him that I was bi-sexual, which caused him to smile. I told him that most bi-sexuals choose the strongest of the attractions and live their lives either as straight or gay. They either married, or lived with another of the same sex. "So, I was right - well almost right. I thought you were gay and that's why you looked at me so much. You are not gay," he said in a tone that made me sense he was glad for that. "I have experimented with Beth, a little," he said. "But we haven't gone very far. I know what boys and girls do together. I have seen some porno movies. But what do two guys do together?" Without letting me answer, he said "I want you to show me. I like you very much. I think you like me. In a way, I may even love you. Please show me what guys do together." The look in his eyes would melt a heart of stone. I was weak as a kitten. I said, "this is a huge step, and besides, it is illegal for someone my age to have sex with a boy of 14. I could go to jail. You have no idea how much I have dreamed about this exact moment tonight - and maybe all my life. I want this more than you could know. But you have to want it even more. It must be our secret." "I wouldn't tell ANYONE," Mark said, loudly. "I want this very much, too. Ever since you leaned into me in the bathroom, ever since you brushed your hands on my nipples. It sent a feeling through me that I have never felt before. I am feeling it now. I won't tell, and you said we are safe here. I - I think I'm ready!" I couldn't argue anymore. Common sense was long gone. I was - I was going to say horny - but I felt so much more for this beautiful child - no, not a child - this young man. I hesitated for a moment. I said "how can I refuse you, Mark. I think I love you. I will be careful. I will be gentle. If anything happens that you don't like or that you don't want - say so and I will stop. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." to be continued in Mark At Midnight - Part 2