Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 15:25:45 GMT From: Limo Man Subject: Mark At Midnight - Part Three Continuing a work of fantasy and fiction - Mark At Midnight - Part Three I looked at my watch. It was only 1:30 a.m. Time was passing with delicious slowness. I felt rather strange - sitting naked in the back of the Limo - this golden child of my dreams nestled on my lap. I wanted to wake him - to take full advantage of the time we had left together. He seemed so at peace - as if he belonged on my lap - naked as the day he was born. Maybe I wouldn't have to wake him. I felt his body quiver a little as he giggled. "Your dick looks so sad, all shriveled up like a prune," Mark said, stifling another giggle. "You won't think it's so sad when I stuff it up your baby butt, will you, smart guy!" Before Mark could answer, I grabbed his sides and started tickling him. He squirmed deliciously on my lap - I was already starting to overcome my "sadness". "So, let's see what yours looks like, big boy. I spread my knees apart and laid him out flat, facing me. His back rested on one leg, the back of his thighs on the other. His butt was hanging in midair between my legs. I was the loser in this contest as his little stiffy was already poking skywards. "Well, I guess we know what you want," I said. His cock was hard as a rock - once again standing at attention. I grabbed it in my hand. He buckled in the middle, trying to keep my hand away. It was no use. I had him in a firm grip and wasn't about to let him go. With my free hand, I tickled his sides, sending him into convulsions of laughter. How great that sound was. I stopped my tickling and he stretched out flat across my lap. He stretched his arms back over his head, letting out a long sigh. The sight of this golden child in all his naked glory - what can I say. Rembrandt never painted a better picture. Did I dare take the next step? Was Mark ready for his next lesson - his next step to manhood? First, I would rid him of his toy soldier. I plunged my mouth onto it, causing him to pull his hips down. As soon as he realized what I was doing, he straightened his body out, again. He wanted this as much as I did. I licked his swollen head. He started to moan - or was it me. I lightly tongued the ridge at the bottom of his silky head. Round and round I went, driving him crazy. I lifted his legs up at a right angle to his butt, sliding my leg over - supporting him at the base of his back. I fingered his ass crack - while continuing to lick his glorious boy rod. I spread his cheeks with my fingers and ran them up and down inside his crack. I stopped to trace a circle around his puckered hole. I brought my fingers to my mouth - momentarily letting his dick bounce free. I lubricated my fingers with my saliva - then returned his cock to my mouth and my fingers to his hole. Tentatively, I pushed a finger against his glory hole. It didn't take a whole lot of pressure and the help of my saliva to slip my finger past his sphincter. It instinctively tightened around me. He moaned, long and low and loud - as my finger slid slowly into his rectal tunnel. I pushed deeper until I reached the base of my finger. As I continued suckling on his boy cock, I finger fucked his ass - slowly sliding my finger back and forth. The tightness was unbelievable. Could I really get anything larger into this little hole? After several minutes of this action, I drew my finger out - hesitated for a second - then proceeded to slip two fingers into his hole. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed, as if he had momentarily experienced some pain. I hesitated and then eased the two fingers farther up his ass. They plunged deeper and deeper until the size of my hand prevented any further penetration. I worked them back and forth, fucking him harder. In and out. In and out. With two fingers up his ass and my mouth attending to his dick, I grasped his tiny ball sac, massaging the two little acorns inside. I couldn't imagine what all these different sensations were doing to Mark. Oh, yes I could. He moaned loudly. His ball sac tightened up. I could feel the cum rising in his rod. I plunged my mouth as far down on his cock as it would go - his dainty pubic hairs tickling my nose. He drove his hips upward into my face, driving his cock to the back of my throat. As he reached the full length of his stroke, warm boy cum gushed into my throat. I fucked his ass mercilessly with my fingers. He shot again and again, each time thrusting his hips up as far as they would go. Moaning and gasping for breath, he shot once, twice, three times more. I sucked it all into my mouth - down my throat. This was the juice of life and I wanted to live. At last his passion subsided. It seemed to take forever before he could catch his breath. "That was awesome", he said in a low throaty growl. "That was ten times better than before." I smiled. I had not removed my fingers from his butt hole. I continued working them back and forth slowly, keeping his hole spread open. "Are you ready for your next lesson, my eager little student?" The words were barely audible as I spoke them. I think I was afraid he would say no. God, I was excited. All this attention to Mark's dick had made my own cock feel left out - and rock hard. "What else is there?" He asked. "I shove this sad little cock of mine up your gorgeous young bum." He looked at me as if I had just suggested stuffing a 747 into a gopher hole. I grinned at him in what I hoped was an evil leer. He laughed at me. He grasped my dick in his hand as if assessing its size. "Won't that hurt," he asked? "No, not if I take it slow. Why do you think my fingers are still inside you? I'm keeping your little ass bud open and ready. You don't have to worry. I will go as slow as you want. If it starts to hurt, I will stop. You can be my guide." He thought for a moment. "If this is what two guys do together, then I want to try it. And I trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me unless it was an accident. How do we do it?" I removed my fingers from their warm cave. I moved him gently down onto the long seat. I started to place him face down with his butt in the air, planning to enter him from behind. No, I wanted to see his face as I pushed my hardness into his beautiful, tender ass. I wanted to see his face as I flooded his insides with my cum. I rolled him over onto his back. I positioned myself between his legs. I pulled his legs upwards, exposing his brownish pink hole - a little pinker after all the attention I had been giving it. Not having anything to lube with, I spit as much saliva as I could into my hands. I wrapped them around my swollen dick - I don't think I had ever been this hard before - and soaked it with my saliva. This would have to do. I leaned forward balancing on my knees and one arm. I placed my cock head against his tiny bud. It really did look too small. I rested against his little pucker and asked him if he was ready. "Ready as I'll ever be," he said. He tried to grin, but he really looked a little scared. "Remember," I said, "just say the word and I will stop." He nodded his head to indicate that he understood. As I started to push ahead, I mouthed the words "I love you" and he returned the gesture. I pressed a little harder on his hole. It opened slowly, like a rosebud opening in the morning sun - soon to be a beautiful flower. Half of my head was inside him, just passing his sphincter. I watched his face, looking for signs of discomfort. He smiled back at me. I pressed forward, my swollen cock head now buried up to its ridge. Mark was starting to smile a little more. I noticed his saucy little boy tool was standing at attention. Oh, to be 14 again. I pushed in farther. My head was now fully engulfed. I told him to push down like he was taking a dump. He gritted his teeth and pressed down. I gained another inch inside of him. It felt so warm and velvety with my cock held in the embrace of his tight little love muscle. I told him to push down again. He did and I was halfway in. I noticed sweat beading on Mark's forehead. He was working very hard to get me inside of him. Without any prompting from me, he pushed down again - and I was almost fully engulfed. I lifted my right hand, reached down to the swollen bud at the end of his cock. I traced my finger along his piss slit, causing his dick to jerk. With my finger tip, I gathered the pre cum that had oozed out. I offered it to his mouth. He took it eagerly, sucking on my finger until it was squeaky clean. He seemed enthralled with the taste of himself. He pushed down once more, and I was all the way in - my bush providing a cosy little nest for his two little eggs. I stayed like this, held firmly in his grasp. Little spasms alternately gripped and released my cock. It felt like he was touching, squeezing, massaging every part of my dick. It was a wonderful embrace. The contractions were sending shockwaves up my dick and into my balls. I told him I was going to start fucking him now. And then I apologized. Fucking was a casual sport. I was going to make love to him. I cared for him and wanted him to care for me. I told him I was going to fill his tunnel of love with my juices. I pulled back an inch or two and then forward to the hilt. I moved back and forth in slow motion - gradually increasing the length of my stroke. As I slid in and out, I watched Mark's face. He looked like an angel. His eyes were slightly glazed. A slight smile played across his lips. He was staring into my eyes - looking deep inside of me. This boy was in love with me - not just in lust. He seemed to be trying to bury himself in my soul. Trying to read my thoughts. Did I really care for him as much as I said? I reached full stroke, allowing my head to almost slip free of his hole before sliding it back in again. I marveled at what was happening to me. I was approaching my second orgasm in a couple hours - this hadn't happened to me for years. I had passed fifty a couple of years ago - well past my sexual prime. Once in a day was usually all I could muster. God this boy was so hot - and so was I. A raspy whisper escaped from his mouth. "Go faster" it said. I started to pump harder and faster. I was torn between pleasing Mark and never wanting to leave this wonderful place. I watched his face. I watched his dick bob as I plunged into him. It's little head throbbed with each stroke - and so did mine. I was getting to that point again. I slowed my strokes, wanting it to last forever. It was not to be. "Oh God, I'm cumming," the words ripped from my throat. I shot into his bowels. He pushed his butt forward, meeting my thrusts. I shot deep up inside of him. Seven times I delivered another load of warm cum into his tummy. As each load spilled into him, his eyes became more glazed. I pumped and pumped until I could move no more - squeezing every last drop of my cum into him. As I started to soften, I held myself deep inside of him - lovingly held in the grasp of his tight rectum. I savored the warmth, the wetness, the heat, his loving hold on my manhood. At last, I could hold myself in no more and reluctantly slipped out of him. I looked down at his beautiful puckered boy hole. It seemed to be opening and closing like the lens on a camera.- it moved in time with his labored breathing. Some of my cum started to leak out and down into his crack. I bent down and licked him clean. I stuck my tongue into his hole -searching for, finding and tasting my own cum mixed with his juices. I licked up his crack to his little nuts. They were starting to tighten. Mark was getting ready to shoot his third load - or was it four - who's counting. "Not without me, you don't," I yelled and dove onto his cock. As he started to throb, I slipped two fingers into his asshole. They entered easily now. I sucked his cock, trying to draw his boy cum up from his balls into my mouth. It only took a few seconds until he was delivering his sweetness into my mouth. I would never be able to eat honey again without thinking about this moment. He moaned. His sphincter grasped my fingers in a pulsating motion. Waves of young orgasm wracked his body. He shot more and more cum into my mouth. I sucked him dry. I held him in my mouth, nibbling and teasing until he finally softened. I let him slip from my mouth. I kissed his sweet head. I licked the last few drops of cum and saliva from his shaft. I kissed his little balls. I crawled up over his body until I reached his mouth. We kissed - mouths open - sharing the remnants of his lovely load between us. He sucked greedily on my mouth. We lay there - man on boy. I covered him with my warmth. Protecting him from I knew not what. "I love you, Mark," barely able to speak the words without choking up. He looked me in the eyes. I could not break free of his gaze. I was his prisoner. He stared deeply, measuring my inner thoughts and judging the truth of my words. "I love you," he replied. His voice was firm. There was no doubt, no hesitation. He meant it. The three most beautiful words I have ever heard. We lay in each others arms. Together, yet each of us deep in our own thoughts. The end of Part Three. ************************************ Yes, there will be a Part Four. I will be out in my limo tonight and will probably write it then. I wrote part three there last night. Somehow being in the car - the scene of the story - inspires me. Thanks for reading.