Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2001 07:20:08 -0400
From: blincz@hotmail.com
Subject: Peace Valley

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It seemed like a strange pairing, but it was as it was.  My name is
Zachariah Logan, but most everyone called me Z.  I grew up in a small town
of about 1,500 residents down south.  It was called Peace Valley.  I was
the typical teenager I suppose.  I was about 5'6", auburn hair, light skin
and freckles.  I lived a good piece out of town with my grandmother.  She
was only 55 years old, so she seemed a bit more like a mother than a
grandmother.  In fact, she was the only mother that I had ever known.  I
had lived with my grandparents since I could remember.  I didn't know the
full story behind my parents.  My mother, Grammy's daughter, hooked up with
some man when she was 15.  They were really bad into drugs and weren't up
to having a baby.  So my Grammy and Gramps took me in, mom and her
boyfriend of the month left.  I had seen her once when I was 6.  She came
back looking for money.  When Grammy told her no, she flew into a rage,
knocked over kitchen table and left.  Haven't seen her since.  Which is a
good thing I suspect.  I guess somewhere deep down, I am hurt that she
doesn't care about me, but I have everything that I need and I don't really
need a crack head for a mother.  Besides, I was 17 now and about to
graduate high school.  Practically grown as Grammy would say.  Gramps had
died a few years back.  Cancer took him.  Grammy was heartbroken, but like
most of the women before her, she was a soldier.  She took on the chores of
farm.  I helped her, everyone in the Valley helped her.  Gramps was the
mayor of Peace Valley for several years, so everyone knew us, I suppose we
were among the "elite" of Peace Valley, if there was such a class.  Grammy
didn't think we were elite though.  She taught me modesty.  "Do your best
at everything you do" she'd say, "But never brag, it's unbecoming."  Gotta
love Grammy, she was southern to the core with all her genteel ways.
Still, everyone thought a lot of her, including me.

We lived in an old Victorian home about 15 miles from downtown Peace
Valley.  We were out in the real valley.  The city was situated at the
mouth of the valley along the Salt River.  Our farm was at the other end of
the valley.  We milked 25 purebred Guernsey cattle during the spring,
summer and fall.  In the winters, which were usually mild, we took time off
while the cows were in their dry periods, waiting to have calves in the
spring.  We also had sheep, all kinds of chickens and a horse named Big
John.  I used to ride Big John across the rolling hills of our farm for
hours.  I loved animals so farm life just suited me perfectly.  Grammy also
had a beautiful rose garden in the back yard.  She loved to work in it and
she loved wildflowers.  In the spring, the fields around the house would be
full of daisies and other wildflowers.  Grammy would often walk out and
pick a bouquet for the dining room table.

The farmstead was quite a handsome estate, about 250 acres in all.  Some of
the land was in woods at the foothills of the Smokey Mountains, but most of
it was pastureland or hayfields.  All the barns and out buildings painted
red and white, the house was white with black shutters, the ones that
really work.  My Gramps had run an antique business in Peace Valley, so the
house was chocked full of antiques.  The columns along the porch were huge,
28 feet tall and about 4 feet in diameter.  Standing on a small hill above
the flood plains of Salt River, the house was majestic to say the least.
It was on the historic register of civil war homes and one of the few
plantations that weren't destroyed in the civil war.  The old stone fences
still meandered across the hills and enclosed the lawn, which was filled
with Magnolia trees.  Grammy and Gramps had always taken such good care of
the farm and it showed.  The driveway was lined with giant Oak trees and
the fields by the road were lined with white plank fences and ever so often
a black iron gate.  The house sat in the shadow of Blue Mountain with the
mighty Salt River to its east.  The flat river bottoms were used by most of
the farmers in the valley to grow corn and the like.  Grammy never liked
growing crops like that.  She instead liked hay fields full of sweet
clover, fescue and Bluegrass.  What fields weren't in hay, the cows and
sheep grazed on, keeping it mowed close to the ground, giving the hills a
wonderfully smooth look from a distance.  For folks who like that sort of
thing, it was a haven.

I was a senior at Benton High School in Peace Valley.  There were only 67
kids in my class and naturally we all knew one another.  There was one
though, that I was destined to know much better than any of the others.
His name was Marcus Blaine.  He was the youngest son of the current mayor
of Peace Valley.  My Grammy was still pretty political and lots of folks,
including the current mayor still valued her opinion.  Some would say that
she was the political history of Peace Valley.  Indeed, Gramps was mayor
for over 25 years.  Grammy was a good Christian woman, never missing a
Sunday mass at St Augustine, the only Catholic Church in town.  I knew
Mark, as they called him, decently well.  We went to school together, went
to church together even played baseball together.  We had talked many times
and I considered him a friend, but what was coming was to change my life
forever.

Mark had gotten a scholarship to an Ivy League college up north, the same
school that his father had attended.  He was a good student and a natural
athlete.  Mark was about 6' tall, dark hair and dark skin.  When he turned
on his charm, he could have talked the Pope out of his bible.  He was thin
but muscular and he had the absolute most gorgeous smile I had ever seen on
a human.  He worked part time at the local grocery store.  He drove a nice
blue, full sized Chevy truck and he lived in Oak Landings, the creme de
la creme of housing in Peace Valley, rows and rows of Civil War era
homes.  His father, in addition to being mayor was also a lawyer.  His
mother was a Psychologist at Mary Immaculate Hospital in Peace Valley.  He
had two older brothers and one older sister, all in college earning
respectful degrees in Dentistry, Medicine and Engineering.  Mark was to
study law, following in the footsteps of his father.

I was also a good student, decently athletic, highly social, fun loving and
pretty much content with what my future held.  I would attend the Junior
college in a nearby town, probably get a degree in something like
agriculture or education.  I would help my Grammy on the farm and then take
it over once I was done with college.  Of course there was one small glitch
in my plans.  I was gay.  I had pretty much figured it out my freshman
year.  I struggled with it some, but soon just took it as my destiny and
did the best I could.  Of course I couldn't tell anyone, but I had managed
to muster up enough nerve to tell the school counselor.  She was really
great.  She told me about all sorts of things that gay youth could get
involved in.  That still didn't change the fact that as far as I knew,
there were no other gay folk in Peace Valley.  I suppose it was too low key
and traditional to harbor alternative lifestyles.  I wasn't sure how I
would make it work, being gay and living in such a small place, but I
decided to worry about it later.  Now was a time for fun, my senior year.

On top of helping out on the farm, a neighbor had asked if I wanted to work
at her pizza shop in town, I was 14 at the time and the cash was inviting,
so I told her I would.  I had worked there on Wednesdays, Fridays and every
other Saturday since then.  I saved nearly every penny and when I turned
16, I bought myself a truck.  I was on cloud nine.  Ford, F250, 4x4, black
with tinted windows.  It wasn't new, but it was my baby.  Nobody could tell
me anything.  I thought I was the bomb.  Typical teenager I suppose.
Another great advantage to working at the only pizza parlor in town was
that I got to see all my friends regularly.  There were only a few kids
that lived in town, most of the kids in my class were from the rural areas
like me.  So it was a good place to keep tabs on everyone, me being as
social as I was and all.  My outgoing personality helped me function as a
waiter and often times helped with the tips.  It was at this pizza parlor
where the events that would turn my life around began to conspire.

It was a Wednesday night in February.  It was pretty cold out, some light
snow drifting down from the mountains, but heavier snow was predicted.  Not
too many folk were stirring and I had charge of the pizza shop.  I spent
the majority of the time on the phone, talking to various friends.  I had
been there since 4 pm and I had only had 2 customers.  The cook went home
because the roads were getting sort of slick and I was hanging around till
9:30 when the place closed.  It was about 8:30 when I saw lights flash on
the window.  I was on the phone with Jenny at the time.  I told her that I
had to go.  There was someone coming in and I needed to clean up and get
ready to close the joint down.  I saw a figure stumbling towards the
restaurant, it was Mark.  He staggered in the door and I could tell that
something was amiss.  He was always out with friends, but this time he was
alone.  I walked to the door to see if he needed help.  He peered at me and
then said, "What's up Z?"  He flashed his smile and then nearly fell face
forward onto the floor.  I managed to catch him and help him to a table.  I
could smell the alcohol on him.

"Mark, what the hell are you doing out in this weather, drunk?"  I asked.

"Just needed to get out of the house Z, you know how it is."  He slurred.

"Yeah, you needed to get out of your head I guess.  Your parents are going
to crucify you."  I teased.  "Look dude, you sit here and I'll fix you some
coffee.  You need to get sobered up."

"Don't worry about it man, I ain't done drinking yet."  With that, he
pulled a bottle of whiskey out of his coat pocket, flashing his seductive
smile.  Mark and I had never messed around or anything.  I figured he would
be the last person in Peace Valley that would bat for the other team.  He
was so boyish and he had a girlfriend.  That bitch Lisa, captain of the
cheerleading squad, certifiably a group of mutants.  But looking at him in
that moment, there was something luring me to him.  I caught myself staring
at him, mouth open, eyes all glazed.  I shook myself from the trance,
hoping he hadn't noticed.  I suddenly became extremely nervous, voice went
up 3 octaves, started to sweat, hands trembling, the works.  "You want a
drink?  I got plenty."  He winked at me.  "I was out with Eric, but that
big puss had to go home, so I thought I would drive through town to see who
was out.  Just me and you I reckon.  So how about it?"  He was making it
very hard to say no, and I must admit that bourbon looked mighty tasty.

I turned and went back and sat at the table with him.  He giggled to
himself and took another slug from the bottle, then slid it to me across
the table.  Mark had a real cocky air about him.  That certain way he would
curl his tongue behind his front teeth almost dared me to take a drink.
His eyes fixed on me, I felt like I had a hundred spot lights shining on
me.  I saw my hand trembling as I reached for the bottle.  I turned it to
me so that I could see the label.  Makers Mark, he had good taste in
bourbon at least.  I looked back at his face, smiled and turned the bottle
up.  As good as bourbon was, it burned the shit out of my throat.  I had an
involuntary shiver, my eyes watered and I had trouble catching my breath.
Mark was amused by my little display of weakness, then grabbed the bottle
and took another large drink, almost like he was proving his masculinity
over mine.  He was wasted.

Mark was drunk, but I have heard folks say that that is when the real
person comes out.  If that is the truth, then I was beginning to think that
Mark was a pretty shallow fucker.  All he talked about was sex with that
lizard Lisa.  Then he talked about some frat party that he went to with
Eric.  Eric's brother was a member.  That's were he got the alcohol.  I sat
there and listened to him, nodding, drinking occasionally, laughing, more
at Mark than at what he said.  Suddenly, his face turned darker.  His smile
melted into a frown.  His eyes fixed on the bottle of Makers.  He was
peeling the red wax off the top.  I didn't say anything, letting him gather
his thoughts.  He then asked me about my plans for college.  "I guess I
will go up to Somerset, to the community college, get some kind of degree.
Grammy tells me I should do what I want, but hell, I don't have a fucking
clue as to what I want to do."  I laughed.  Mark just sat there, staring at
the bottle.  "Are you OK Mark?"  I asked, I was afraid he was getting sick.

"You are so fucking lucky man.  I mean your grandmother doesn't pressure
you into anything.  She just says go do whatever you want.  I wish my
parents could be like that.  My dad is the worst, he assumes that I want to
be a lawyer.  He fucking assumed that my sister wanted to be a doctor.  Its
like I have no choice in it at all.  I mean this is my fucking life, why
shouldn't I be able to do what the fuck ever I want.  I don't want to be a
fucking lawyer and come back to some little chicken shit town and be
mayor."  Mark trailed off.  I could see his eyes welling up with tears.
His voice was trembling, so was his hand.  He grabbed the bottle, turned it
up as he looked out the front window.  "Man the fucking snow is really
coming down."  He laughed through his sadness.  My heart was aching for
him.  He was right.  My Grammy never pressured me into anything.  She told
me I was the best judge of me.  I felt sorry for Mark, his parents put a
lot of pressure on him to be perfect at everything.  Then I did something
that when I look back, was really risky.  I reached over and grabbed Mark's
big hand that was lying on the table.  I told him that I understood.  It
took seconds to realize what I had done.  Sparks flew up my arm and my eyes
grew wide and I am sure my face was flushed because it felt like it was on
fire.  I was touching this hunk of a guy.  Mark just looked up from the
table, peered onto my face and simply questioned, "you do?"  I was locked
in his glare.  I couldn't break loose from it even if I tried.  Now I know
what deer must feel like when they are in the headlights.  I don't know how
long we looked at one another, but it couldn't have been more than 10
seconds, my hand holding his the entire time.  Our moment was broken by the
ringing of the phone.  I shook my self from the trance, let go of his hand
and hopped up to get the phone.

The drink was obviously hitting me now as I ran over a chair on my way to
the phone.  That lightened the moment some and made us both laugh.  I
looked at the clock as I picked up the phone, 9:45 pm.  I knew the lady's
voice, it was Mark's mom.  She asked if I had seen Mark.  I covered the
phone and informed Mark of the situation.  He said to tell her no that I
hadn't seen him.  She told me that if I did, to have him call home
immediately.  I told her I would.  I hung up the phone and looked at Mark,
slumped over on the table.  What the hell was I going to do with him?  I
couldn't take him home to his parents, who were obviously waiting up for
him.  I walked back over to the table where he was sitting.  "Mark, dude,
what are you going to do?  Your parents will kill you if they see you like
this, not to mention that you are a little too bombed to be driving.

 He mumbled something that I couldn't make out.  I asked him again and he
sat up and practically yelled, "I have to use the bathroom."  I laughed as
I stood up.  I told him to hold on. I went and turned the oven off and then
the lights.  Most all of the food was put up since I hadn't used any of it.
I walked back to the dining area to see a dark figure sitting in the chair.
The streetlights were shining in on the right side of Mark's face.  As I
approached him, he was even more beautiful in that light.  His eyes were
kind of squinted, but he was still perfect.  I suppose that the alcohol had
caused me to stare longer than I needed to.  "Dude, why you staring at me?
You're making me all paranoid and shit."  I quickly broke off my visual
exploration and grabbed him by the arm.

"C'mon man, let's go to the bathroom."  I pulled on his arm and he tried to
stand.  He was pretty wobbly so I threw his arm over my shoulder and helped
him to the bathroom.  I opened the door, turned on the light and told him
to go ahead.  He squinted at the light, and stepped forward but as soon as
I let go of his shoulder he nearly fell over sideways.  I decided I had
better walk him to the urinal so that he didn't fall and hurt himself or
piss all over the bathroom.  "C'mon, let me help you over here".  I put my
hands under his arms and nudged him forward.  I felt sort of silly standing
behind him as he unzipped his pants, but you do this kind of stuff for your
friends.  I looked up at the back of his neck as I heard his piss hitting
the urinal.  He was looking down at himself.  I wanted to know what he
looked like, but not while he was taking a piss.  The fluorescent lighting
made his skin that much darker and his height became apparent as I stood
there, at least 6 inches taller than me.  My exploration was broken by his
words.

"Yo, you want to help me aim it dude?"  Mark started laughing.  He looked
back over his shoulder at me.  I giggled and told him that I thought he
could take care of it.  He flashed another one of his smiles.  I heard him
shaking his cock, then I heard his zipper.  He clumsily turned around and
faced me.

"You ready to go?"  I asked.

"Go where?"  He responded.  Rubbing his eyes.

"Well we aren't going to stay here all night are we?" I laughed.

"Well what did you have planned instead?"  He slurred.

"Well I figure since you are drunk as a skunk, I'd take you home with me
and bring you back here in the morning so that you could get home.  You
could tell your parents that the snow kept you out and all will be fine."
I smiled up at him.  Mark's face had a different look than I had ever seen,
his eyes especially piercing.  What happened next took me so off guard that
I still get chills from thinking about it.  Somewhere from Mark's drunk
inside, he gathered enough strength and coordination to push me backwards
against the wall.  I hit my head hard and sort of saw stars, that and I was
really confused as to what was going on.  "What the fuck are you doing?"  I
protested.

Without saying a word, Mark bent down and kissed me full on the lips,
tongue and everything, silencing my protest.  To say the least I was
shocked.  My eyes were as wide as saucers, his were shut.  He had me penned
against the wall, my hands down to my side, his on my hips.  The kiss
lasted for at least 30 seconds.  My mind was reeling as he worked his
tongue around mine.  When he pulled off, I was nearing a panicked state.
Granted I figured out that I was gay and that I was attracted to this
wonderful specimen of a young man.  But to be pushed against the wall and
have a tongue shoved in your throat was surprising nonetheless no matter
the circumstances.  Of all the things that Mark could have done in that
bathroom at that time, that would have been my least suspected.  I glared
at his face, scared to death of what had just happened.  He slowly opened
his eyes, smiled and slid his hands around to my butt.  With wide eyes I
looked up into his face.  "What's wrong Z?"  He asked as though nothing had
happened.  I stammered, unable to speak coherently.  "So you were saying?"
He asked as he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him.  "Lets go get
comfortable."  He smiled and led me back to the dining area weaving from
side to side the entire time.  "So, you taking me home with you or what?"

I was in complete shock.  I had no real control over my body.  Everything
that I was doing, I was doing from habit or memory.  Somehow, I got the
restaurant closed and locked up and drove us to my house.  We didn't really
talk on the way home, or at least I don't think we did.  My mind was racing
a mile a minute, trying its best to process the sensations that my body was
experiencing.  I do remember that I looked over at him a few times, the
radio cast a green light in the cab of the truck.  Mark returned my stare
with his most seducing, yet innocent smile.  Each time, my heart would skip
beats and the butterflies in my stomach felt like they were taking me to
the moon.

We got home and I helped Mark into the house.  The snow had become quite
deep for Peace Valley, 3 inches.  School would surely be canceled tomorrow.
So I hung our coats up and we head upstairs to my room.  Luckily, I had a
bathroom of my own next to my bedroom.  I led Mark into the bedroom and I
went into the bathroom.  I closed the door and looked at myself in the
mirror.  I looked like hammered shit.  Even though it was18 degrees
outside, I was sweating.  I took off my ball cap and mussed up my hair.  I
brushed my teeth and used the bathroom.  I looked at the doorknob and I
realized I was terrified to go out to my bedroom.  What would happen, would
Mark be passed out.  Did he really want me or was this some sort of ploy to
see if he could get me admit that I liked it.  Surely that couldn't be it,
he had kissed me first.  All these thoughts raced through my head.  I felt
dizzy and nauseous.  I finally breathed deeply, reached and opened the
door.  I saw Mark, sitting on the side of the bed.  He was in his jeans
still, but he had taken off his shirt, socks and shoes.  He smiled as I
walked toward him.  I noticed that he still had the bottle of Makers in his
hand.  I stepped closer to him, took the bottle and took a large drink.  I
stood in front of Mark and he reached and softly rubbed my belly.  His
hands caught the tail of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head.  I had
kicked my shoes off at the front door, so I stood there with my jeans and
socks on, panting like a wild animal in heat.  My heart was racing.
Looking at that boy sitting before me, I realized that I had never wanted
anything or anyone so much in my life.

I kneeled before him on the floor and inched closer.  I could smell him.
His cologne enhanced by his own personal smell.  I could smell the
deodorant that he used and the soap that he showered with.  I inhaled his
scent.  That, plus the alcohol made my head spin.  I leaned forward and
gently kissed him on the chest.  He inhaled deeply.  I was so inexperienced
that I had no idea what to do next.  I worked my way up to his neck and he
responded by throwing his head back.  I kissed and licked his neck.  His
heavy breathing egged me on.  He suddenly stood up and unzipped his pants.
I began to panic a bit because I had never really thought about our cocks.
I mean mine was definitely hard but my mind hadn't gotten to that point
yet.  I was still on my knees as he towered over me.  I looked up into his
eyes.  He smiled at me.  I could see the eagerness in his eyes.  At that
point, I would have done anything for him.  I let my eyes fall to his
crotch.  I could see his cock through his white jockeys.  He hooked his
thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and jeans and with one push they
were around his knees.  Before me stood one of the largest erect cocks I
had ever seen.  Considering that I had only seen one other erect cock and
that was mine, my comparison ability was a bit limited.  He grabbed his
dick with his right hand, pulled it down and rubbed it against my lips.  I
closed my eyes, parted my lips and let him slide into my mouth.  I moved my
hands to his thighs to balance myself.  I instantly fell in love with the
sensation.  I looked up and saw Mark's muscles in his abdomen flex and
relax as inhaled.  As my eyes continued upward, I noticed his chest rise
and fall.  His head was thrown back and I could see his Adam's apple and
the small amount of hair growing under his chin.  His moans were
harmonious.  His hands came to the back of my head and pulled me closer to
him.  My eyes watered because of the intruder in my throat, but I was
handling it.  He slowly and rhythmically pushed his cock in and pulled it
out of my mouth.  His soft moans encouraged me to use my tongue as I
eagerly massaged the underside of his cock.  He sat on the bed, spreading
his legs wide and continued to push my head up and down to pleasure
himself.

Again he surprised me as he pulled grabbed me under my arms and boosted me
to my feet.  I felt dizzy from standing so fast, but before I could catch
my bearings he kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.  I was
like jelly in his arms, a slave performing whatever he willed me to do.
His hands rushed down my sides and then to my zipper.  He expertly undid it
and as he pushed my jeans down over my hips, he leaned forward and started
to kiss my neck.  I thought that I was going to explode.  The sensations
were too much to handle and I tried to push him off.  He gently resisted
and worked harder to overload my senses.  My jeans were hugging my upper
thighs, his hands rubbing my butt.  He sat back and worked my pants down
further, exposing my crotch.  We looked to be about the same size, but his
skin was much darker than mine, especially in my room that was lit only by
the lamp on my bedside table.  He slid to the floor on his knees, pushing
me back some and started to kiss my stomach and then worked to either side.
I thought I would hyperventilate.  He was obviously enjoying my reaction to
his sensual onslaught.  I tried to pull away from his lips but his strong
arms held me close to him.  More than once I saw him look up to me with his
devious smile, which just made my skin tingle that much more.  When he
finally took my cock in his mouth, I thought that I would cum on the spot.
I had to pull him back twice to keep from going.  I stepped out of my
clothes as he stood and pulled me closer to him, kissing me deeply.  He
spun me around and laid me on my back on the bed.  I raised up on my elbows
as he bent over me to continue our kiss.  I slid one hand behind his head
but shortly he broke off our kiss and went into the bathroom.  Perplexed, I
watched to see what he was doing when he returned with my hand lotion.  I
had no clue as to what he had in mind, but I would soon figure it out.

He kneeled by the bed between my legs and leaned forward lick my balls.  I
was in ecstasy.  I heard the lotion crack as he squirted it into his hand.
I peered down the length of my body when I felt his finger slide toward my
rear entrance.  I tensed up.  I had never conceived that this would happen.
With the aid of the lotion, his finger slid into me easily.  At first it
was uncomfortable, but soon the sensations changed.  I moaned low and I
heard Mark shush me.  I dug the heels of my feet into the edge of the
mattress to expose myself more.  I couldn't believe the feelings.  I hadn't
dreamed male on male sex would be anything near this.  Mark was obviously
no amateur.  He added more and more lotion.  Then I felt him insert another
finger and shortly after that, he added another.  He was penetrating me
deeply, but each time he added a finger I just relaxed more.  Heels dug
into the mattress, supported by my elbows and my head thrown back, I
thought I was in heaven.  Suddenly I felt Mark's fingers leave me.  I
looked up as he positioned himself over me.  I then realized what was
happening but before I could say a word the head of his cock slid into my
ass.  The pain was overwhelming.  I instinctively pulled away from him, but
Mark, in his experience was prepared for my reaction.  He grabbed my
shoulders firmly, pulling me back toward him.  I begged him to stop, but he
smiled and told me to hang on, that it would feel much better but I didn't
believe him.  He started to sink more of his cock into me and tears of pain
started running from my eyes and I started to moan louder.  His response
was not to pull out.  Instead, he grabbed my hips and leaned forward and
covered my mouth with his, forcing his tongue into mine.  He then proceeded
to shove his entire length into me, almost at once.  I screamed into his
mouth, but it was little more than a muffled moan to the human ear.

He held to me, forcing me to accommodate him.  He held into me firmly, but
after a minute or so, the pain started to subside.  He took the cue as my
moans and screams had quieted.  He started kiss me, moving his tongue
quickly around my mouth.  He moved my knees closer to my head, hooking my
knees over his shoulders, making my ass easy for the taking.  I felt his
knees slide onto the bed on either side of my ass and he pushed me further
to the middle of the bed.  As he started to pull in and out, I gave up all
my opposition.  My arms slid around to his hips pulling him deeper into me.
He started to fuck me, slowly at first, but within a minute or so he was
pounding my ass relentlessly.  He broke off our kiss, but he hovered close
above me as he used my body for his carnal pleasure.  I could smell the
bourbon on his breath.  I stared deep into his brown eyes and let the
sensations take over my body.  Mark's cock inside me now felt like the most
natural thing.  I closed my eyes as my body shivered.  I tossed my head
from side to side, struggling to keep my voice down.  After some time,
Marks eyes closed and his breathing became shallow.  I knew he was close.
He suddenly thrust into me deeply and froze.  His mouth was slightly open,
his moaning told me that he had arrived where he wanted to go.  His face
looked as though he may be in pain, but I knee he was in the heights of
ecstasy.  I could feel his cock pulsing inside me.  After a few seconds, he
collapsed on me.  Trying to catch his breath, his sweaty skin rubbing next
to mine. We laid there for quite a few minutes, him still inside me, my
arms wrapped around him, rubbing up and down his back.  He then sat back on
his haunches and started to massage my cock, which was still very hard at
that point.  It was only a few strokes before the intensity of the
experience overtook me and I exploded into his hand and onto my chest, even
hitting my chin.  I looked up at Mark after a few seconds with my eyes
clenched shut.  He had watched my reaction and facial expressions intensely
during my orgasm.  He was smiling that triumphant deviant smile of his, he
had conquered me and he knew it.  He then bent down and licked my cum off
my chin and kissed me hard and deep on the lips.

He gently pulled out from me, turned and laid on his back in the bed, arms
over his head, staring at the ceiling.  I joined him.  I snuggled close
into his side and put my head on his shoulder, his left arm wrapped around
me.  He quickly fell into sleep but I stayed awake, running the experience
through my mind over and over again.  It was late and I was stilled buzzed,
so I wasn't sure what to make of it.  I finally decided that the morning
would bring answers, so I raised up, turned off the lamp, adjusted the
covers and drifted into sleep next to the guy who had just turned my world
upside down.  TBC.

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