Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 23:12:14 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Mark - Series Part #52 MARK By Lee Mariner April 2002 DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fictional fantasy depicting homosexual acts between consenting adults and young men. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters depicted are fictional and in no way related to any persons living or deceased. ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES. The author may include scenes that do not include protected sex but that does not indicate the act is approved of. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied or reproduced in any manner with out the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any site without the authorization of the author. Copyright: 2002 -- Author: Lee Mariner -- All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * Chapter #52 William watched in amazement at the exuberance of the greeting Lee was getting from Mark as they rolled on the ground. He glanced at Charles whose face was wreathed in smiles and felt Calvin back up against him. Calvin looked up at William with a weak smile, leaning his head on his chest. William heard a soft sigh escape from his lips and he knew why. He placed his arms over Calvin's shoulders feeling a slight shiver run through him as he pressed his breast with both hands. "I'm alright Uncle Bill, I knew Lee would be back one day." "Come to my room later Calvin and we will talk. " Lee and Mark finally broke from their embracing of each other and getting up off of the ground, walked up the steps to where the others were standing. "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard William but I changed my plans just this morning." "Off guard and surprised would be more like it. Changing your plans is an understatement but I can see one young man who is pleased that you have. We have already had supper but I'm sure Charles can fix you something if your hungry." "Hello Charles, would you be able to fix me a sandwich with a glass of milk? Good seeing you again." "It's always good seeing you Mr. Lee, would you like one of my specials or something lighter?" "Something lighter if you don't mind I had a late snack on the plane. Calvin, don't I get a hug?" William removed his arms as Calvin moved towards Lee embracing him and lifting his face, kissed him lightly. Lee held him gently feeling Calvin's heart racing in his breast as he kissed him back. "I'm sorry about your mother Calvin, if there is anything I can do. . . ." "Thanks Uncle Lee, everyone has been a big help, especially Mark. I'm going to do all I can so she is comfortable." "Okay, everyone has had a hug except me or am I to old for hugging?" William said laughingly. "You will never be that old Uncle Bill, come here." Lee said as Calvin stepped away. "Good seeing you again as always Lee. Lets go inside while the boys get your luggage out of the car. Charles probably has your sandwich on the table. Calvin, Mark would you get Lee's luggage, please?" Both boys said yes in unison and Mark caught the keys as Lee tossed them to him. "Where should we put them Uncle Bill." Mark asked. "At the foot of the stairs, Charles will take care of them." * * * * * * * As William and Lee were walking to the dining room arm in arm, Charles placed a tuna salad sandwich on the table with a cold goblet of milk and a snowy white napkin silently disappearing as he always did. Using the back stairs he went upstairs to prepare a room. Mark and Calvin came back in the house with Lee's luggage dropping the bags at the foot of the stairs. Mark started for the dining room but feeling Calvin's hand on his arm he turned facing him feeling his arms slipping around his waist. They both held each other for a few seconds, breathing a little heavy with their heads resting on each other's shoulders. Looking into each other's eyes, Mark saw Calvin's watering and he kissed him softly, gently. "Calvin, I'm sorr. . . . ' "Shhhhhhhh ." Calvin said placing a finger over Mark's lips. "I know what you're feeling Mark, I've always known Lee would be back. You love him as much as I wished you could love me but I know that can't be. I've had you for a little while and you have never hidden how you feel about him from me, that's one of the things I love about you." Mark held Calvin close, a lump in his throat his breathing rapid as he attempted to control his feelings. Calvin broke the embrace and started up the stairs, tears in his eyes. Mark stood at the bottom of the stairs having a hard time controlling his emotions as he watched Calvin walk down the hallway. Instead of going on to the dining room he went back outside and sat on the porch the tears flowing. * * * * * * * William and Lee sat at the dining table and while Lee ate, William took a candied pineapple slice from the dish Charles kept filled on the table. He knew Lee would tell him what had made him change his plans when he had his thoughts together. He strongly suspected that Mark had a great deal to do with it but he waited. "Would you like another sandwich or glass of milk?" "No, that's plenty William, thanks. Are you still planning in leaving tomorrow?" "Yes, we can leave anytime since I have decided not to sell the farm. I imagine you will be taking Mark home now that you are here. Don't you think you should call John or are you planning on surprising him as well?" "You aren't selling? I thought that was the reason you were here." "Originally it was but the developers were not entirely truthful and what I wanted to retain would have been almost worthless after they diverted the stream. That would not only have affected my property but two of my neighbors and I couldn't do that. I don't really need the proceeds and what is brought in by the rentals and boarding of horses almost covers the cost of operation. I'll leave the problem to you after I'm gone. Are you going to tell me the reason you changed your plans or are we going to continue sparring and avoiding it?" "Is that a decanter of brandy on the sideboard William? " "Yes it is and things must be bad if you need a drink?" "No, not really unless you consider being unemployed bad. I'm not with MegaData anymore as of yesterday. It's a long story but MegaData is not what it once was. Melvin McKay was forced into a merger by a conglomerate called FlowServe and the entire corporate structure has changed. Wouldn't you care for a brandy?" "No thanks, perhaps later before retiring." "Well, the upshot was McKay is only a titled officer in the company, George Whittstone is no longer the head of his department and my crew had been broken. The assignment in Delaware was there but they knew I wouldn't take it and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I more or less gave them an ultimatum forcing them into discharging me. It goes against the contract I had with MegaData but I don't think I could sue them for breach of contract but I'd have to talk, with Cliff Adams and see about that." "That reminds me Lee, I must call Cliff and tell him he needn't drive up here tomorrow. He was handling the sale of the farm. You asked me to have my broker check on CalTron stocks tomorrow, what was that all about?" "I sold 30,000 shares of MegaData and if CalTron is going to do as well as it should, I think I'll have Erik Justin re-invest in their stock or Municipal bonds or both. I'll have to talk with them about it. I have several options but haven't had time to analyze everything." "You seem too have several things to resolve. It's getting late so perhaps we can discuss it further tomorrow or when you visit Louisville if you still plan on it?" "I still do Uncle Bill but not right away now, I'll call you. I wonder where Calvin and Mark got off too?" "Calvin has retired Mr. Lee but I think you will find Mark on the porch. I put your bags in your room." Charles said as he started clearing the dishes from the table. "Would you care for anything else before retiring?" "Not for me Charles, I wonder why Mark is on the porch? Nothing's wrong is it Uncle Bill?" William knew what the problem was but decided to let Lee handle it before answering his question. "Nothing wrong that I know of, Mark is probably waiting while we were talking." "That would never have stopped him before Uncle Bill, you know how Mark is." "And you should know him better than I do? I'll see you in the morning, all this has been a little tiring and I should think you would be as well." "I am a little tired, it has been a hectic few days getting Carl settled and everything else that has happened but I better check on Mark." As Lee walked away, William looked at Charles. "Getting old is difficult my friend but at least we no longer worry about broken hearts." "There will be no broken hearts William, only four that will adjust and endure growing stronger." "Four Charles? There is a triangle and that is only three." "Are you forgetting yours William? Calvin has already crept in although you think Mark is your favorite. Mark will always be for Lee even though he will love others and they will love him. Calvin loves Mark but he knows he cannot replace or compete with Lee. As you love Lee, Calvin will love you as a son should love his father." "You see all of that Charles?" William said, a little surprised at his comment about Calvin loving him like a father. He had started adoption proceedings after discussing it with Calvin's mother. "People on the outside usually see more then those that are inside. Will you have your brandy in your room?" "If I know you Charles, it is there already. I should know better then try and out think you. Don't plan breakfast tomorrow. More then likely no one will be up at the same time." "Goodnight William, rest well." William knew Charles would ignore him and take care of everyone as he always did. Glancing out on the porch he saw Lee and Mark sitting together as he went up to his room thinking he should check on Calvin before retiring. * * * * * * * I found Mark on the porch as Charles said I would. It was a little puzzling though why he would be sitting alone. "Hey sport, why alone all deep in thought? Got big problems do we?" "No problems when I'm with you Uncle Lee. I knew you and Uncle Bill were talking and I didn't want to interfere. There's a bench under the trees if you'd like to sit there. It's not a swing though." I couldn't help but smile at his mentioning a swing. "It's just a little cool for sitting outside sport, we should put on jackets or sweaters." "Charles leaves a blanket on the back of Uncle Bills chair we can use if you want." Good old Charles I thought as we walked to the bench. The night was cool but not unbearable. The skies were filled with millions upon millions of brilliant stars and the moon had not yet risen. The night was much like the last night Mark and I had made love in the moonlight. Mark snuggled close under the blanket over our shoulders. The heat radiating from his body spread over me as he held me tight, his arm around my chest. I put my hand under his chin and lifted his face to mine kissing his soft succulent lips tasting again what I had yearned for. Marks hand slipped inside my shirt touching hard muscle sending a warm shock through me as he squeezed hard nipples. I could feel my cock expanding, growing as he massaged my chest. "I've missed you Uncle Lee. Remember the last time we sat in the moonlight together?" "I do imp, but it is just a little cool to be staying out here for very long, even with a blanket." Mark looked me in the eyes and I could see the little golden flecks flashing as his hand dropped into my crotch squeezing my hard cock. A quick intake of air as he squeezed my cock and his lips covered mine, our tongues twisting together. I ran my hand over his hard muscled body squeezing, his soft skin and hard muscles moving under my touch. I could feel the tension of wanting him rushing through me, fire building in my loins. The coolness of the night seemed to disappear as our passions rose and I felt Marks rock hard cock, squeezing it gently. He had twisted around until he was facing me lying in my arms his legs pulled up on the bench, his head laying on my chest. I remembered when he was a baby and would curl up next to me snuggling as close as he could and I remembered how I felt as I held him a deep love growing inside of me for him building ever intense as he grew older. Fear overrode the feelings and I left him but he stayed in my heart. He lay quietly in my arms like the little boy I could not help but love as I drew him closer to me. His breathing soft and gentle his chest rising and falling in sync with my breathing, the golden flecks in his eyes were gone but replaced with the soft luminescence of love and devotion that matched my own. Its always-strange how someone thinks about things when with someone they love. I couldn't help think about those that called our love for each other wrong with all of the asinine reasons they give about society, the church and being an affront in the eyes of God. How could it be wrong when it was so right for us and injured no one? Why was it wrong in God's eyes when he said, "love one another". Endless arguments but my heart said only one thing, Mark belonged to me and I belonged to him. If loving each other were wrong, we would answer for it in another lifetime. My hand had been aimlessly wandering over Mark's body as I was thinking. "Uncle Lee, do you want to go inside? It is getting a little cooler." "I'm sorry sport, I drifted off for a bit." "I know, I can always tell when you are thinking about us." "Can you always tell what I'm thinking sport?" "Pretty much when we are together. I always can tell when you're thinking about us like you were just now. When you hold me close and your quiet like you were I know you are thinking about us. Your hands are making love to me and you hold me just a little tighter and I can feel you losing your hard." "Losing a hard-on does not mean I don't love you sport. A hard cock is only part of loving someone." "I know that Uncle Lee, we've talked about that. It's like when you take me, I lose a hard for a little while just thinking about you and loving the way you make me feel like part of you, like we are one person." "Lets go inside sport, its gotten cooler." * * * * * * * You could feel dampness in the air as we walked to the house, taking the blanket inside with us instead of leaving it on the porch. Locking the door, Mark dropped the blanket on one of the chairs in the living room. Arms around each other we went up the stairs walking on the side so as to prevent any creaking noises in the old farmhouse. We didn't see Charles move from the shadows and folding the blanket he watched Lee and Mark walking up the stairs and then checked the door before going to his rooms. * * * * * * * William looked into Calvin's bedroom and found him asleep fully clothed on his bed. Slipping his shoes off, he decided to leave him dressed and put a blanket over him. Sure that he was alright, William left the room as Lee and Mark reached the top of the stairs. Seeing William coming from Calvin's bedroom Mark asks, "Is he alright Uncle Bill? I was going to check on him before going to bed." "He is sleeping Mark but I'm sure he will be fine. You and Lee get some rest, I'll see you in the morning." "Good night Uncle Bill." Lee and Mark said as they walked on down the hallway to Lee's bedroom. * * * * * * * Next to William's my room was the largest of the 5 bedrooms in the house. It was furnished in antique early American with a large private bath that was a smaller duplicate of William's. The bed was a slay style queen size with 4 large oversized pillows and a king sized crazy quilt design comforter we had gotten in Kentucky. Sitting in a chair across from the bed, I removed my shoes watching Mark undress and it suddenly occurred to me that no one had been in this bedroom with me before. When William and I made love it was always in his room not mine. Those times were the only time I ever slept in his room. He preferred sleeping alone otherwise. Tonight Mark would be in my bed with me and this would be our bedroom. Stripping my clothes off I stretched my stiff muscles, arching my back and twisting my hips. "Come on in when you're ready sport, I'll have the water ready, I need to get the travel grit off." I didn't hear Mark come into the shower as I washed my hair, my eyes closed from the sting of the soap. His smooth muscled arms encircled my waist pulling me too him and I gasped feeling his hard cock slide into my crotch lifting my balls as his pelvic hair and mine met crushing my only half hard cock between us. His arms felt like steel bands as he held me pressing his body to mine kissing my wet chest his teeth nipping my breast nipples sending lightening bolt shocks down into my groin, my cock hardened instantly as fiery shocks surged thorough my straining body. I groaned from deep in my throat, my muscles tightened as my back arched pressing our groins tighter driving him backwards against the glass wall of the shower as his lips nibbled my wet slick flesh wave after wave of desire washing over me. I lifted his head from my chest as his hands dropped down over my cheeks pulling us even tighter together. Both cocks crushed between us felt like blazing hot steel pokers and I ground my pelvis into him looking into the depths of his shining hazel eyes. Golden flecks flashed as Mark returned the grinding pressure and I held his head tight all of the pent up yearning for him rushing upwards erupting between us. It felt like hot molten lava from a volcano flowing, gushing spasm after spasm, thick streams washing away between us. I shook all over growling from deep in my throat crushing his lips with mine as Marks body jerked his muscles tightening I could feel the hot juices from his cock gushing thick hot streams up over my stomach to be washed from us by the hot shower water. Mark and I squeezed each other tight as we pushed our groins into each other our lungs fighting for air as we gasped experience the after glow of the cataclysmic ejaculations we had almost involuntarily experienced from the intense wanting each other. Our bodies controlled us as we fell deep into the euphoric, exotic chasm of lust, the intense need for one another rushing through us. I leaned weakly against Marks strong magnificently muscled body as he stood pressed backwards by my weight against the wall of the shower his hands running up and down my quivering body. Holding his head in my hands I kissed his face as our cocks slowly softened. The feelings between us were all we needed as we finished showering and drying each other. Mark shaved maybe once a month if that but I had almost a 2-day growth and the mirror reflected my scruffy appearance. "I think I better get some of the whiskers off my face before going to bed" and I slapped his butt as he left the bathroom grinning at me. It only took me about 5 minutes to shave but I felt a lot better afterwards and splashed a little Aramis cologne on when I finished. For a minute I thought Mark had turned the lights off in the bedroom when I snapped the bathroom lights off. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the small light beside the bed was on casting a soft glow over Mark laying with the top sheet covering him up to his armpits, his arms beside him drawing the sheet tight. Even covered by a sheet, the sculpted beauty of his body could be seen. Beautifully defined chest muscles and abdominal muscles with broad shoulders and narrow hips and a very provocative bulge in the groin. The glow of the small lamp reflected the highlights in his unruly hair, his hazel eyes shining. The one thing in my mind as I gazed at him was how much I loved him as I stood at the foot of the bed and I could see that same love looking back at me. "I feel the same way." Mark said as he folded the sheet back for me, reading my thoughts. Sliding under the sheet, Mark folded it over us. I slid my arm under his neck and he moved closer to me putting his arm over me laying his head on my chest and with his leg over mine my nuts rested on his knee. We lay quietly for a few minutes enjoying being alone together. His breathing was soft, regular and I could feel the beat of his heart as he lay next to me with the partial weight of his body on mine. "Have you enjoyed being here on the farm?" "Sure, all except when Uncle Bill told Calvin his mother was sick. He got all upset and I didn't know what I should do. Uncle Bill talked with me after Charles put him in bed. We slept together and I held him, he was better after that. We've been riding around the farm and had picnic in a grassy place by the pond. I love it here. Didn't you and Uncle Bill spend a lot of time here when you were younger?" "Yes we did Mark. This is where your dad brought me when I was your age. Here is where I learned about myself and what it meant to be gay. William taught me a lot of what I have tried teaching you. Right now though, we better try and get some sleep. Why don't you turn that light out, it's been a long day and we have a lot to do tomorrow." Mark turned the light out and snuggled in close pulling me tight, my arm around his shoulders. * * * * * * William sat sipping his brandy irritated with himself for leaving Calvin dressed on his bed, alone. He knew he should have woke him instead of leaving him like that. Placing his almost empty glass on the table, he started to stand when he had a light tapping on his door. "Come in." The door opened slightly and Calvin looked around the edge. "Uncle Bill, may I come in?" "Of course Calvin, having trouble sleeping?" "I fell asleep on the bed dressed and someone put a blanket over me. I woke up a few minutes ago and showered but I couldn't go back too sleep." "I put the blanket over you. Mark wanted to see if you were all right but I told him you were sleeping. Would you like to stay here for the rest of the night with me? " "If you don't mind, I would like that but I'm only wearing my robe." "That's as much as I wear. I don't remember when I wore nightclothes last. Slip in the bed, I'll be right there as soon as I brush my teeth." Calvin hung his robe over the back of a chair and slipped under the sheets, his lithe well muscled body trembling slightly as he lay on his side, butterfly's in his stomach. He felt alone, lost and not sure he had done the right thing in coming to William's room but the feeling of being so alone would not leave him. His heart started racing a little as the bed moved and William slipped under the sheets. He thought back a few weeks to when he had been asked if he wanted to be with William. He had said there were no strings attached when he had made the offer and he didn't want him thinking he had come to him because Mark had left him. William had not moved since getting into the bed but Calvin could hear him breathing, just a few inches away from him. Rolling over too face him, he whispered "Uncle Bill will you hold me?" William said nothing as he laid his arm over the pillows and Calvin moved closer laying his head on his breast his arm over his soft furry chest. His thoughts raced back over the years as history repeated itself. He remembered the first time Lee had laid as Calvin lay now, uncertain and hesitant not knowing exactly what he should do. Pulling him a little closer, smoothing his hair with his other hand, he whispered, " Sleep now Calvin, I'll be here when you wake up." * * * * * * * Charles woke at his usual early hour showering and dressing as he did every morning. He had seen Lee and Mark walking up the stairs holding each other and smiled happy that they were together again but he worried about Calvin. Putting the coffee pot on he poured a glass of orange juice placing it on a tray with a napkin. He would prepare the others but right now he wanted to see if Calvin was okay and he went up the back stairs. Tapping on his bedroom door he waited for a response but hearing none he quietly opened the door looking in, the bed was empty. Closing the door he walked to William's bedroom and without knocking, he looked in seeing Calvin and William sleeping in each other's arms. Looking at them, he thought "and now four hearts are two." He quietly pulled the door shut and returned to the kitchen. * * * * * * * "We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours" --Dag Hammarskjold--