Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 00:12:12 -0600
From: BS Archer <jamesfrancosmark@gmail.com>
Subject: james francos mark chapter 2 gay celebrity

James Franco's Mark
Chapter 2

I do not know the celebrities in this story or have any clue about if they
prefer woman or men.


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I slowly opened my eyes looking around the dark room not fully
understanding where I was. A hand laying across my abdomen slowly slid
lower wrapping itself around my incredibly stiff piss hard on.  I smiled to
myself, moved the hand and slowly got out of bed. I had no idea if James
was awake, still sleeping or just looking for something warm to hang onto.
I did my business, washed up and headed back to the bed.  I laid down and
pulled the covers up over myself and James. James slowly slid his way to
the warmth of my body snuggling into me.  I could feel his hard cock
pressed against my thigh. I smiled to myself and fell back to sleep.

Quite a few hours later I felt the bed move and slowly turned my head and
opened my eyes. I watched James' cute tight white ass walk into the
bathroom. I rolled onto my side facing the bathroom watching him pee.  He
shook it a few times and then a few more.

"They say if you shake it more than two times then you're really just
playing with it."

"They can say what they want." Walking back into the bedroom he was smiling
at me and finished with "You gotta do what you gotta do when it feels
good."  He crawled back into bed and laid next to me with a cute smile on
his face.  He moved closer and rolled onto his side and putting his hand
back onto my stomach with his head on my arm and shoulder.

"You know I'm not gonna be your pillow all day."

"Why not.. its not like you have better things to do." He countered.

"I do too..."  I said in mock seriousness trying to think of something
important I had to do or go see.  Shit nothing was coming to mind.

Laughing he asked "Nothing huh?"

"You're an ass" I shrugged my shoulders and added "Nope... not a damn
thing."

"I don't have anything planned either."

"What??  how can you not have anything planned? You have hearts to break,
weed to smoke and movies to make. Actor, Director and writer James Franco
always has something to do." I paused, was about to start again when James
playfully started to pull on my treasure trail. I backed away in pain
pleading "Okay.. Ok..  OOKK.. I'm done.  No more.. I promise." I laid back
down and got comfortable and asked "You hungry?

"Yeah I could eat something. What are you hungry for?"

"Something filling, Sweet, Hot and meaty sounds good to me. Are You game?"

He rolled over onto his back while pushing the cover down "Eat away."

I wrinkled up my nose with a disgusted look on my face saying "I was
thinking more like Denny's or McDonald's. Not Francos salami."

"Yeah but its hot, meaty and eventually gives you tons for protein."

"I guess I will have to take your word for it."  I got up and walked into
the bathroom naked and started the shower.  As I waited for the shower to
warm up I brushed my teeth and shaved. I got in the shower and started
soaping up when James slipped into the shower with me.

"You okay?"

"Yea I'm fine, why?"

"I thought maybe I crossed the line." He said with a frown on his face.

"Not sure what line that would be James, since we jerked off together last
night and then this morning you were holding onto my hard on.  I would say
Not at all. Believe me I wanted to jump your bones about ten minutes after
I met you."

"I was not holding onto your hard on this morning?"

"Whatever!!...  You were awake and we both know it." He didn't say
anything, he just continued to soap himself up while I washed my hair. We
both got out of the shower at the same time and dried off.  I walked back
into the bedroom and threw my suitcase onto the bed and pulled out some
boxer briefs and slipped them on. I turned and looked at James standing
there still naked giving me a dirty look.

"What?"

"It sure would be nice to have some boxer briefs to put on."

I pulled another pair out of my suitcase throwing them at him saying "Here
ya go ya big baby." He slipped them on and proceeded to get dressed. I
threw on some shorts and a t- shirt and slipped on some cross trainers. I
grabbed my wallet and we headed out of the room.

We stepped into the elevator heading for the lobby.  James turned to me "I
have a thing tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to go?"

"What kind of thing?" I asked suspicious.

"A college friend of mine is having a party. I was wondering if you wanted
to go with me?"

"What kind of Party? It isn't a Keg or a Bong party... is it?"

"NO.. that's not how I would want our first date to be." He said turning
red.

"Date?  you want to go out on a date with me?... tonight?"

"Why do you seem so shocked?  You're a great guy Mark.  You're sweet, funny
and just an all around fun guy to be around, and it doesn't hurt that
you're fucking hot."

"Wow!" was the only thing that I could say.

"Does that mean you'll think about it?"

I stood acting like I was thinking about it when I blurted out "Fuck
that... I don't need to think about it.  Hell yes I will go." He turned and
smiled at me and then moved close and kissed me full and hard on the
lips. We pulled away from each other as the bell dinged on the elevator
indicating we were at the ground floor. "So what will I need to wear to
this party?"

"Its a small get together with friends. You could wear what you have on
right now if you wanted."  I heard some mumbling but didn't catch exactly
what he had said, so I asked "What did you say?

"Its a small get together with friends. You could wear..."  I cut him off
and asked "After that what did you say?

"Oh nothing." He said looking around sheepishly.

"James..  come on, what did you say?"

"Or nothing.."  He started laughing and added "Or you could make me happy
and wear nothing!"

"I cannot imagine your friends would appreciate that."

"Who cares what they want."

"You're impossible Mr Franco." I walked away from him heading to the
Denny's down the street. We walked in and waited to be seated.  Once they
finally seated us and handed us menus we browsed until I decided on on the
Ultimate Omelet and James decided to have the All American Slam.  We sat
drinking coffee and talking about the plans for the day. I pulled my phone
out of my pocket and started scrolling through the internet looking for
Broadway shows.  I found wicked and looked for a seat at the two o'clock
show.  I barely heard "Mark?"  I continued to try and find a seat when I
heard "Mark??!!"

"Yeah?" I asked looking up,

"What are you doing?"

"Oh.. Sorry. I wanted to go see Wicked while I'm in town. I was just trying
to see if they had any seats left for the show at Two."

"Did you find any?"

"Yeah, they have one. Way way way in the back. I don't think I'm going to
go.  I'll check later and see if they have anything before I leave."

He was staring at me smiling.  "What?" I asked but he continued to smile at
me not saying anything.  "What!!?..." I asked again.

"You're just too cute." He sat up closer to the table and asked "Tell me
about your Family."

"OHHH.. there's a story." I responded laughing.  He sat waiting for me to
start talking. "Okay here goes. I'm the youngest of four boys. My oldest
brother Rob is six years older than I am. Then its Stan who is five years
older. Then Billy who is a year older than me. We were always in trouble."
I said laughing. "We use to play soccer, baseball and football in the
house. We broke just about everything that my mom owned... Mind you we
didn't own much so there wasn't much to break." I paused and went on. "My
mom divorced my dad when I was two and we moved to the Seattle area. We
lived in a low income housing complex called Springwood. It wasn't the
nicest place to live or grow up but at that time it was a roof over our
heads.  At points there were drug deals, murders and beatings all around
us.  Its funny when I think back to those times. I really didn't even know
we were poor.  We were so use to doing without stuff that it was natural
for us to go without." I looked down trying to push all the bad memories
away. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath and continued on. "We moved from
Seattle to Nebraska back to Seattle back to Nebraska and ended up settling
in Seattle.

If it wasn't for my grandma and grandpa we would have gone with out food
most months and clothes a lot of the time. They were our saving grace
through all that chaos." The waiter walked up placing my plate in front of
me and set James's in front of him.  I kept looking at James willing the
tear in my eyes to go away.

"You okay?" he asked with concern in his voice.

I finally looked back up and into his eyes. "I'm fine." I sighed.  "I
haven't thought or talked about this stuff for a long time.  I guess it was
hitting me harder than I thought it would."

He reached over and patted my hand "Lets eat and talk about happier things
then."  We picked up our forks and dug in.  I sat back at one point and
just watched him eat. He had a slight smile on his face.  I just watched
him.

I paid the bill...  He wasn't happy that I paid but I'm sure he would get
over it. We left Denny's full and happy.  As we were walking the streets I
stopped at one point looking in the window of an upscale jewelry
shop. James walked up next to me staring at the display with me.  "Which
one do you like?" He asked.  I pointed out the one that I thought was the
nicest looking ring.  It was a wide band and had diamonds on the outside of
both sides and sapphires covering all around the middle of the ring. It was
really a nice looking ring.  I turned and walked away from the store front
onto the next shop.

James walked up to me asking "What are you doing the rest of the day?"

"Actually I'm kinda tired.  I think I'm going to go back to the hotel and
just lay around and maybe nap a little. What are your plans?"

"I need to head back to my place and get a few things done.  I need to
check in with my agent and my mom?"

"Aww.. that's sweet." I said giving him a bad time.

 He walked me back to the hotel and we said our goodbyes promising to call
or text each other later in the day.  I opened the door to my room and
started stripping my clothes off as I walked into the bedroom.  I laid down
on the bed thinking about James and fell asleep.

 I woke in the late afternoon having to empty my bladder.  I walked back
into the room noticing that my cell phone was blinking. I walked over,
picked it up and saw that I had a text message from James it said "I'm
really sorry but I will need to cancel tonight. Something else came up. I
will call you later tonight if not tomorrow." I was a little disappointed
but I understand things do come up.  Hmmm.. What should I do then?  Out
loud I said "New York at night!!"  I redressed and caught a taxi outside
the hotel.  "Times Square Please!" I told the driver.  We speed along the
Manhattan streets heading to Times Square. I paid, got out of the Taxi to
the amazing lights and hustle and bustle of Times Square.  I walked the
area for hours just window shopping and people watching.  At one point I
sat on a bench eating popcorn and watched people pass by the Apple store.

 I looked up at an electronic billboard noticing it was after Eleven and
decided that I needed to head back to the hotel again. I flagged down a
taxi and asked them to take me back to the W. On the trip back to the hotel
I leaned forward in the taxi and asked "I would like to go to a nice pub
close to the W Hotel.  Could you recommend something close?"

"Gramercy Tavern isn't that far from the "W". I could drop you off there if
you would like?"

"Sounds great. Thank you very much." I paid for the ride and stood in front
of the tavern admiring its old charm.  I walked in, found a seat at the bar
and ordered a Sprite. I looked around the Tavern admiring its beauty. It
looked like all the wood trim was still in tact and looking as beautiful as
the day it opened. I took a drink of the Sprite and people watched.  I
heard the door open and watched as a group of people entered the tavern
laughing and talking.  I turned back around facing the bartender and
started asking questions about the bar and how long it had been open. We
continued to talk in between him helping other customers.  As I was paying
my bill my cell phone beeped.  Pulling it out of my pocket I opened it up
and saw that I had a text message from James. I read the message and texted
him back with "I'm at Gramcery Tavern Sitting at the bar. I'm just getting
ready to head back to the hotel. Why Whats up?"

"Can I join you?"

"I was just going to leave. I'm heading back to the hotel if you want to
meet me there instead." I texted back.

"I would rather meet you at Gramercy's" He advised.

I flipped my phone shut getting annoyed and said to no one. "What the fuck
I told him I was just getting ready to leave." I texted back "Thanks
anyway, but I'm going to head back to the hotel."

Someone was standing so close to me that they were leaning on my thigh. I
turned to say something when I looked up and into a pair of beautiful brown
eyes.  I new immediately that it was James. "What the hell? How did you get
here so fast?"

"I didn't. Remember the group that came in a little while ago?"

"Yes" I said confused.

"I was the last one in the group."

"Oh...."  My mind went into overtime thinking... is that the only reason he
texted me....  because he had seen me sitting at the bar? I knew I
shouldn't be feeling this way, but I did. He invited me to a party and then
backed out. But then hes here with a group of people. Was this the same
group? They had been at the tavern for quite some time. How long had he sat
over there with them before he noticed me.  I needed to get away to think
it through.  "Oh. Okay." I said turning back to the bartender. A few
minutes had passed when I turned back to James, I got off of the stool
saying "It was good to see you again James. I hope you guys have a good
night. I'm a little tired so I'm going to head back to the hotel." I turned
away from him and walked out of the tavern into the cool night air
thinking.... Was I being a dramatic dick?? did I have a right to even feel
this way? What the fuck is wrong with me? Good God Mark pull it together.
All this stuff was running through my head as I walked back to the hotel.
 My cell phone rang once while I was walking but I ignored it.  I walked
into the hotel lobby, took the elevator to my floor and used the key card
to enter the room. I climbed back into bed as my brain took me back through
the last few days.

An hour or so later I sat up in bed seriously needing a drink.  I got out
of bed and went down to the hotel lobby and found the bar. I went in and
ordered a rum and coke.  Taking two gulps of the drink I tried to calm my
nerves.  I started beating myself up. I was being an idiot.  I didn't
really know James. Hell he didn't owe me anything and I didn't owe him
anything. I probably just ruined any chance of a friendship or more.  I
pushed it aside downing the rest of my drink and ordering another one.  I
was on my way to feeling no pain when my cell phone rang again. I pulled it
from my pocket and looked at the caller id "J Franco" it said. I shut the
phone off and had another drink.


I knew he had walked into the bar, I could feel it. It was as if my body
heat had turned up another degree. I took another drink and lowered my head
embarrassed with the way I had acted.  He walked up and sat on the stool
next to me.  At first he didn't say anything which made me feel even
worse. A few minutes later, which seemed like hours he finally spoke "What
did I do that has upset you so much that you're sitting here drinking?  I
knew you were upset when you left the tavern. I could tell by the way you
were acting.  But.." He paused. Then continued "I'm not sure what I did
wrong?"

A single tear ran down my face. I wiped it away with the back of my hand
and said "It wasn't you James, it was me." I paused trying to collect my
thoughts. "In all honestly... I thought the only reason you texted me was
because You had seen me. Then what kept coming to mind was that you guys
were there a long time before you decided to text me. Did you only text me
because you saw me?  Would have you have texted me if I hadn't been there?.
Oh my god..  And then I go and act like a total idiot and fucked everything
up.  You don't owe me anything James. I shouldn't have acted like that and
I am truly sorry."

He turned his chair so that he was now facing me and said "I would never do
that to one of my friends and I sure the hell wouldn't do that to you! Give
me your phone." He demanded.  I pulled the phone out of my pocket and
turned it on.  I handed it to him and waited. I heard him say "What the
fuck..  I texted you three times before we came to the tavern." he pulled
his phone out of his pocket and pushed it in front of my nose saying.  "See
look. I wanted you to join us."

"James its okay."

 "No its not okay Mark. I wanted you to come with us.  I wanted us to go on
THE DATE we had talked about and fucking technology screwed that all
up. I'm so sorry that you felt that way."

I leaned over and put my hand on his thigh saying "I think I'm going to be
sick." James had me up to the hotel room in no time, sitting on the bed
with a garbage can in front of me. After a few minutes had passed I got up
stripped off my clothes and made my way into the bathroom.  I turned on the
water and washed and dried my face.  I looked in the mirror thinking... You
look like shit.  I walked back into the bedroom and laid down on the bed.
James came over and sat beside me. I looked up at him and asked "Do you
want to know why I don't drink that often?"

"Of course" He responded while rubbing my leg.

"Alcoholism runs through both sides of my family.  My dad was a wife
beating drunk. I never witnessed him ever beating my mom. However, I
watched many times as he and his second wife would get drunk and it would
always turn violent. The more they drank the louder it got and the more
violent it would become. I hated every part of it.  The few times I saw
this was enough to scare me. So much so that when mom dropped my brothers
and me off to stay the weekend and It started getting dark I started to get
scared.  So I ran, and then walked over six miles to get back to our
house."

"Seriously?" he asked

"I'm totally serious. You will have to ask my mom about it some time. My
dad and brothers freaked.  They were out driving around looking for
me. When I look back now they probably thought someone kidnapped
me. Anyway, I made it back to our house eventually. I walked in the door
and mom was asking all kinds of questions about how I got home and where
was everyone else.. etc.  I told her the story. She ended up calling my
dads house to let him know I had walked home."

"Holy shit Mark...Was he mad?"

"Mad wasnt even half of it. He wanted to beat the shit out of me. Mom
stepped in front of him as he was coming after me and threatened to call
the police. She told him that if he touched me that he would never see any
of us kids again.  Pointing at me she said He left because of the way you
and your wife act, you cannot blame him for that.. That's you're fault.
And then she told him to get out again.  He and my brothers turned and left
and I stayed with mom." I took a breath and continued.  "I hardly every
drink because of him and the way he acted...  I have vowed that I would
never act that way and never turn into him.  I saw what drinking did to
him, Mom and us four boys and will never let that happen to me or my
family."

James hugged me, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and asked "Did he
ever hit you?"

Laughing I answered "Only once.  He slapped me across the face when I was
ten or eleven. I was telling him and his wife how bad it was most months
with no food to eat and clothes that were falling apart. He became upset
and started yelling at me asking me what he was supposed to do about it.  I
remained very calm and told him.. Pay your child support at least that
would help... After all whats one hundred dollars a month for YOUR four
kids. Or maybe buy us some food , anything would help."  He slapped me very
hard across the face."  I stood up and walked back into the bathroom
leaning against the door, Then continued "I got up off of the chair and
squared up to him.. I was in his face yelling at him. If you ever touch me
again! I will fucking kill you!! You hear me!! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!"
I stared him down. It must have looked like I was going to kill him because
he backed away and then paused, turned and walked away. I decided at that
moment I wasn't going to let anyone beat on me, especially my worthless
alcoholic piece of shit father.  I never went back over to that
house. Hell, I probably only saw him maybe four or five times after that."

James got up off the bed and came over and hugged me again saying "I'm so
sorry Mark... I'm so sorry you had it so rough when you were young."

"Nah...  At times it seemed bad.. but really we could have had it so much
worse. In reality It's tame compared to a lot of peoples stories James. Its
now a part of who I am.. its part of what formed me to become the person
that I have had to be. It made me rely on and fend for myself. My story is
nothing compared to some of my friends." I turned and walked further into
the bathroom brushing my teeth. I walked out of the bathroom ready for
bed. I slipped off my boxer briefs and crawled into bed. I looked at James
and said "Your more than welcome to stay, but I understand if you choose
not to.  I really am sorry about tonight James."

"No need for sorry. It was totally a misunderstanding. I would love to stay
if you're okay with it."  I held the comforter and sheet up indicating for
him to crawl in. James stripped down and slid in next to me naked as the
day he was born.  We both moved closer to each other at the exact same
time. James put his arm around my waist and his head on my shoulder. We
laid like this for a few minutes when I said "You better not drool on me Mr
Franco."

"I don't drool."  We started laughing as we snuggled in closer to each
other and then slowly fell asleep.

As I slowly returned from the world of dreams I became aware that the front
of my body was pressed very tightly to the back of James's very hot body. I
laid there wondering if he was awake and if he could feel my hard cock
pressed between his ass cheeks. He stretched out and slowly reached back
and felt my rock hard cock.  He looked over his shoulder saying "Now that's
the way every gay man wants to wake up."

"What hard?" I inquired.

"Well that too.. but no, I was talking about a big fat cock nestled against
your ass."


Thanks for reading.

Thats the end of Chapter 2.  Please email me and tell me you're thoughts...
good, bad or othewise.  my email is jamesfrancosmark@gmail.com