Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 16:40:08 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark - Series Part #62

MARK
(c) By Lee Mariner

March 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy about love between men and boys. It is
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fictional and unrelated to any person living or deceased.

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Chapter #62

The odor of painter's materials and new sawn lumber permeated the air but it
was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it seemed to enhance the senses.  The
new carpet on the floor of the hallway along with the new drapes on the
windows were thick and luxuriant and the new brushed aluminum art deco
sconces on the walls flooded the hallway with soft indirect golden light.
William and his partner were not skimping on the renovations they were
making if my room and the hallway were any indication. I particularly liked
the new magnetic card system that had been installed on the doors.

The drink Eric had served me in the lounge was warm in my stomach and
checking him over was exciting and I felt it in my loins. It didn't surprise
me that he had accepted my invitation for a drink in my room, I could see
what he was thinking earlier when Mark and I were in the lounge.  The old
Gaydar still worked and I had a smile of anticipation when I opened the door
to our rooms.

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Pressing the light switch just inside the door, the room was flooded in a
soft subdued glow from fixtures hidden behind the oversized crown molding.
You could be control the intensity of the light by rheostats located at each
door and I could see where at least one of the bedroom lights had been
turned on. For a second I grinned wondering who had the idea of a light
coming on in the bedroom of a suite, but it was kind of neat.

Throwing my jacket across the arm of one of the chairs in the living room, I
loosed my tie and undid the color button of my shirt while walking to the
bar.

There was a bank of switches on the wall where the bar had been built in and
one was a rheostat. Turning it the light hidden up over the wet bar and
counter increased in intensity but it was not reflected because of the black
marble. A small digital clock with bright blue numerals shined from the
black wall mirror and showed the time as 1:40AM.

The bar was stocked just about as well as the lounge bar and I found the
scotch with no trouble and fixed another drink before going into the bedroom
undoing the buttons on my shirt as I walked and sipping the scotch.

The coverlet and sheets on the bed had been folded back on both sides of the
bed and fluffy white terry cloth robes lay on either side of the bed at the
foot. The lighting in the bedroom was not indirect but rheostats controlled
all of the lamps and the mood of the room could be set by the intensity of
the light. Another thought occurred when I remembered Uncle Bill telling me
the suite was only for special clients and I could only speculate on who
used the rooms.

I didn't take my shirt off after undoing the buttons and pulling it from
inside my trouser waistband.  I just let it hang down while I went into the
bath no longer surprised by the luxury the suite had been redone in since
Mark and I had used it. The walls were done in black and pearl gray tile and
the floor in black iridescent marble. All of the counters were manufactured
from pearl gray granite with matching black enameled sinks and silver
fixtures. The commode and urinal were made of black porcelain and they were
in a small hidden cubicle. The lights over the huge mirrors were semi-hidden
and made from brilliant stainless steel material, the same material that the
wall sconces were made of and all fashioned in an art-deco style.

The piece de resistance was the shower standing in the center of the
bathroom and had been made hexagon in shape. The shower floor was inset
about 6" and a wide step had been installed so you only had to step down 3".
Three drains had been strategically located for the water to have easy
egress from the almost spa depth. Four people could have showered with ease
inside of it. The walls were made of clear thick 3' wide panels of safety
glass and extended up to the ceiling where three Koehler shower fixtures
were installed with an exhaust fan in the center. All three of the
showerheads could be used at the same time or individually. The controls
were installed in the upright stainless steel joints that joined each one of
the glass panels and the water could be adjusted to simulate a heavy
rainfall or a fine mist with temperatures automatically controlled by the
water settings. A manual override would allow individual settings if they
were wanted.  I don't know who designed the shower but it was drastically
different, almost erotic.

I washed my face with cool water and brushed my teeth before gargling with
Mint Scope. Combing and brushing my hair I looked at my reflection in the
wall mirror. The open shirt showed the cut definition of my chest and the
thick hair running down from my belly button into my trousers. Mark and I
hadn't worked out for a few days but I felt pretty good and patting my
stomach, it was granite hard showing a hint of un-flexed abdominal muscles.
Sucking my gut in I watched in the mirror as I run my hand down inside of my
boxers and readjusted the way my cock and balls were resting so that my cock
was on the left and my balls on the right and I my cock swelled a little
from being moved.

Putting a small amount of English Leather in my hand and sucking my gut in
again, I massaged my balls and pubic hair with the English Leather, a trick
I learned from Uncle Bill except he used Lavender.

Satisfied with my quick toilette, I picked up my drink and returned to the
living room just as the Westminster Chimes doorbell sounded. Eric was
leaning against the doorjamb when I opened it and he must have had the same
idea I had. His vest and shirt were unbuttoned and pulled out of his
trousers exposing silky black hair covering his thick breast muscles and his
hard stomach and disappearing into the top of his pants.

"Got a drink for a whipped bartender?" He asked walking into the room.

"I might be able to round something up. Anything in particular on your
mind." I said closing the door behind him and turning in his direction right
into his encircling arms.

His lips were as soft as rose petals and his tongue a hot probing javelin.
We kissed, both of us grinding our bodies against each other and I felt the
hard bulge in his pants grinding against my cock and his hands roaming over
my back under my shirt.

"I've had that on my mind ever since this afternoon if that counts." He said
softly as he withdrew his lips from mine.

"Ditto Eric but lets have a drink first and relax." I said breaking his grip
and moving to the bar.  "We have all evening."

"Sorry Lee, I've been horny as hell ever since Paul told me about you and
when I met you this morning well.........you know how it is."

"I've been there Eric. What will you have?"

"A Sam Adams is okay if there is one in the fridge. From what Paul was
telling me I wasn't sure if I'd have a chance Lee. It surprised me when you
came in the lounge."

"What would Paul tell you that would make you feel that way?" I said handing
him his beer. He stood quietly for a few seconds before answering.

"Ughhhh cripes. I shouldn't have said anything." He said quietly hanging his
head a little.

I grinned thinking about Mark and the little boy way he acted sometimes just
like Eric was acting now.  Paul had told me he was 22 years old and he was
still finding himself, still unsure.

"No, that's alright Eric, tell me what Paul said. It won't make me mad." I
said sitting in one of the overstuffed seats facing his.
"You sure about that? I don't want Paul mad at me for shooting my mouth off
and I don't want you getting pissed either. Christ why didn't I just keep my
mouth shut?" He said almost whimpering.

I chuckled a little and he looked up at me, a quizzical look in his
beautiful green eyes.

"Did I say something funny?" He asked sitting with his beer between his legs
holding the bottle by the neck and looking at me.

"Not really. I was just thinking about Mark talking the same way and
watching you playing with the neck of that bottle between your legs."

Eric pulled his hands away from the beer bottle as if it was suddenly hot
and I laughed commenting, "Is the real thing just as hot?"

"There is only one way we will find out if your game." He said sitting the
bottle on the table next to his chair and leaning forward he stripped his
shirt and vest off, his eyes never leaving mine.

I finished draining my drink watching as he stood, slowly stripping his
clothes off, moving towards me. Our eyes remained locked and I thought how
Marks hazel eyes would flash golden flecks and I knew what he was feeling
but Eric's eyes were a dark green fire smoldering and he radiated an almost
animal magnetism. He was magnificently beautiful, his thick muscles rippling
as he came closer, his thick half hard cock hanging over full balls.  His
thickly muscled chest rose and fell in a slow even cadence as he breathed
and his lips were parted slightly showing the tip of his pink tongue.

He stopped, standing in front of me, relaxed, a muscled colossus and I could
see the beat of his heart in his throbbing growing, hardening cock, his
balls contracting and relaxing as his cock swelled.

Taking the empty glass from my fingers and setting it on the table, he
leaned forward placing his hands on the cushioned back of the chair
thrusting his hips forward his blood engorged cock head touching my lips. I
parted them slightly my tongue tasting the thick pearl of pre-seminal fluid
issuing from the urethral slit it was bitter sweet. Eric's stomach tightened
at the touch of my tongue and I heard the air being sucked between his
clinched teeth.

Opening my mouth I leaned my head forward meeting the thrust of his hips, my
lips encircling his thick uncut cock the foreskin sliding back uncovering
sensitive glans and I smelled the thick musky masculine odor of sweat and
cologne emanating from the silky thick black hair surrounding the base of
his cock.

I ran my hands up over the hard muscled thighs of his legs feeling a quiver
of excitement as my tongue twirled around and over the exposed head of his
cock and I heard him groan over me.

"Oh yesssss, yessssss suck it Lee. Jesus Christ take it, suck me dry."

I could feel a throbbing urgency in Eric's thick cock. I had a hot horny
young man trying to make me swallow his cock and it was exciting but I
didn't enjoy "slam bam sex." Placing a hand over the thick hair on Eric's
pelvis I applied a slight pressure and withdrew my mouth from his now
slippery cock looking up at him hovering over me his chest heaving with
excitement.

"Easy Eric, easy." I said softly. "Lets get a little more comfortable than
this."

Eric pushed away but dropped down on his knees on the seat cushion
straddling me his cock laying on my stomach his balls pressing down on mine
with his buttocks resting on my knees and the pressure was agonizingly
pleasant. He leaned in and putting his nose on mine his tongue played across
my lips. I saw a playful look in the deep green of his eyes.

"I'm sorry Lee but I did say I was hot for you and when you asked me if
everything was hot, I guess I lost it for a minute." He said clinching his
ass, his cock thumping on my stomach and I could feel the pre-seminal fluid
splashing on my skin.

"But it would be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom rather then in this
chair Eric. My cock is crammed inside my pants; I've still got my shirt and
shoes on and with you sitting on top of me. . . . . .Well as much as I like
it, its not very comfortable. Besides, all of that muscle is heavy."

"I don't think I'm much heavier then Mark or Paul." He said leaning back and
grinning as he moved off of me.

I had to admit he was not much heavier if at all but his weight pressing
down on my cramped cock and balls was becoming uncomfortable and I breathed
a sigh of relief standing up in front of him and removing my shirt. I
started to unbuckle my belt when Eric stopped me.

"Let me do that." He said pushing my hands away unbuckling my belt.

I kicked the shoes off of my feet as he pulled the zipper of my trousers
down letting them fall around my ankles. My boxers were snug but my hard
cock snaked down my leg its uncut head exposed. I kicked my trousers from
around my ankles and pushed the waistband of my boxers down slowly watching
Eric's cock starting to harden again and I enjoyed seeing his excitement
mount. With a final flick of my fingers my cock sprang free of restraint
bouncing upwards and our cocks touch with a soft almost audible slap. We
both gasped at the feeling of hot hard flesh on flesh.

It felt like a thunderbolt of charged electricity burning, surging through
the sinews of my body from where our cocks met and I reached out pulling him
too me our lips meeting in a deep kiss of passion. His muscular body was
hard and the hair on his chest felt like silk touching the smoothness of my
chest. We both held each other tight grinding hard cocks into hairy pelvises
hands roaming, exploring.

I felt the intense excitement building inside of him matching mine and we
both squeezed each other tight resisting the urge to dry fuck where we were
standing.

Eric leaned back slightly and whispered huskily in my ear, "If we don't stop
this Lee, I'm going to shoot my load right here."

We stood holding each other and I ran my hands over his back muscles slowly
feeling the passion receding in both of us. His heart started beating slower
and his breathing returned almost to normal. We both had gotten off to a
pretty fast pace.

"Lets take a shower Eric and cool off a little. We are both acting like
schoolboys." I said, dry mouthed with excitement, slipping my arm around his
waist and moving towards the bedroom door with his arm around me.

While I was figuring out the shower controls, Eric was trying to take a piss
without much success. As big as his cock was and probably because of
unsatisfied lust it wouldn't soften enough for him to piss when he pressed
downward so he would hit the urinal. He came out of the urinal cubicle with
a look of dismay on his face, his thick 8" cock jutting out from its soft
black nest.

"I couldn't take a piss, my cock was too hard." He said in embarrassed
anguish.

"Piss in the shower." I said holding the door open. "The water is hot and
that should help."

The hot shower water helped us both and there was almost an audible sigh of
relief as we pissed and watched hard cocks starting to soften as the last
golden drops dribbled out.

We washed each other with the huge sponges using liberal amounts of the
herbal bath gel. Eric's hair chest was silky thin and matted but after
rinsing off and drying it fluffed up and when he inhaled his expanding chest
revealed large dark brown breasts with erect black nipples and, catching him
off guard, I couldn't resist biting one of them.

"Ouch Lee!!" He exclaimed in mock pain his eyes glistening. "Do the other."

"Unh unh, the bed is that way." I said leaving him standing with a half hard
cock and one hand covering the tit I had bitten.

"That's going to cost you." He growled, following me.

"That's what I'm hoping." I said sliding under the fold of the soft cotton
sheets just covering my cock and laying my head on the pillow with one arm
over it. Eric hesitated for a second before he lay beside me leaning on his
elbow, one hand on my chest covering the right breast muscle. He looked at
me for a moment and I lifted the nipple of my left breast slightly, grinning
up at him.

"Payment is offered." I said softly.

Eric leaned his head down and instead of biting me as I had him he gently
sucked on my breast nipple like a hungry babe suckles at his mother's teat.

I felt the thrill of his sucking mouth and the tickle of his tongue surge
through my body and I placed one forearm over his neck holding him close and
massaged his chest with the other hand. He slipped his leg over my thigh
pressing his hard cock against my hip and hunched gently while sucking on my
tit.

I felt a euphoric mist covering us both as we explored and enjoyed each
other. Every touch of our lips and oral exploration by twisting tongues sent
an erotic message of pleasure, the total enjoyment of male sex. Eric's lips
were soft and his fingers feather light where he touched and explored, he
was no longer a young 22 year old, he was a man who enjoyed making love to
another man and I was surprised by his enjoyment of foreplay.

So many gay men lack the expertise in knowing how to enjoy the feelings
created by a soft lingering touch and the enjoyment of arousing, teasing the
hidden feelings within each other. Most gay men seem to lack the feminine
understanding of foreplay, the desire to be aroused and arousing not just to
just reach an immediate sexual need but the sustaining and enjoying the
arousal. I could tell Eric had that understanding much like Mark.

His hands searched, his soft lips nibbled and his tongue was like a hot dart
touching, sending small loving shocks creating a feeling of ecstasy and
desire. I relaxed completely giving myself over to him and drifted in a fog
of sensual pleasure.

I felt my body being exposed completely, my aching balls being fondled and
my cock being   stroked each downward motion exposing its blood-engorged
head while lips sucked on my nipples. My breathing was becoming more
erratic, my heart beating faster when I felt his lips nibbling down my flat
stomach. He was stroking my cock in a regular rhythm and I felt the energy
building deep in my loins and I gasped when he drove his mouth down over my
throbbing cock. "Oh God Eric." I moaned grabbing his head by the hair.
He didn't move and I could feel my cock resting on his tongue held tight
with his lips. I waited almost in agony with bated breath my heart racing
but he just held my cock in his mouth for what seemed an eternity before he
twisted his tongue over the head sliding the tip under the foreskin and my
hips twisted from the sheer ecstatic agony of his tongue touching the
sensitive glans.

>From the pleasure I was feeling, my hips involuntarily moved upward slightly
and I felt the head of my cock touch the back of Eric's mouth at the
entrance to his throat. He squeezed my thigh with his hand and tightened his
teeth gently on my cock. Without releasing my cock he slid an arm around my
waist and pulling me down on the bed he twisted his body and reversed our
positions. His cock touched my lips and he lowered his head opening his
throat until all hard thick 8+" of my cock was encased in the depths of his
throat like a chrysalis in a cocoon. A wave of absolute pleasure washed over
my body and I touched the head of his dripping cock with my lips and opened
my mouth feeling the pressure of his hips driving his cock inward and when
he reached the back I relaxed letting him push deep until my nose rested on
his balls. A deep groan swelled up inside of his chest and it resonated
through my cock sending a shiver of intense pleasure surging over me and I
could feel the tenseness draining from his body as his muscles relaxed.

For a few seconds we both relaxed adjusting to the invasion of our mouths
and throats by very large, long, hard throbbing organs until Eric laid a
hand on my hip moving his fingers slightly. His throat contracted and he
started a slow withdrawal until his lips held my cock just behind its head
and after twisting his tongue over it he drove his mouth down over it again
and I started sucking on his cock until we were both in synch driving our
cocks with piston precision until we reached the point where we no longer
controlled the convulsive movement of our hips.

The animal need to reach the pinnacle of orgasm and fulfill the basic male
instincts controlled our bodies and the power being expended by the
involuntary contraction and tightening of muscles until our backs arched
trying to drive cocks as deep as we could at that moment of sublime ecstasy.
That feeling of life giving fluids erupting from the depths of our loins and
cascading in thick bittersweet streams into our throats, greedy sucking
mouths drained the crucible that generates the hot liquid force that cements
all relationships, male and female.

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It was several minutes before either one of us was relaxed enough to move,
waiting for the tightness in the depths of our guts to soften. Eric's head
lay on the inside of my thigh and I had rolled over enough so that my head
was lying on the mattress and I was looking up at the ceiling.

"Are we going to lay like this the rest of the night Eric?" I asked moving
upwards on the bed.

"That's not a bad idea but a little uncomfortable." He said swinging around
on his butt and stretching out beside me. He laid his head on my chest with
one arm over my stomach. I reached down and pulled the sheet and coverlet up
over us and we lay quietly still in the afterglow of mutual pleasure and
enjoyment.

I was running my hand up and down over the muscles over Eric's rib cage and
chest and he murmured.

"That feels good Lee."

"You feel good in my arms and your head laying in my chest just the way Mark
does."

"You really love him don't you?"

"Probably the same way you love Paul, Eric."

"He won't get upset over you and me in bed together?"

"Answer that question yourself Eric. Will Paul be upset over it?"

"No, he won't but we talked about it and he told me it was alright with him
if we did."

"Is that why you said you should have kept your mouth shut?" I asked softly.

"Not really but it was part of it. Paul told me about when you and he were
in bed and what you talked about." He said twisting until he was half
sitting and half leaning on his arm and I ran my fingers through the silky
hair on his chest and down over his hard stomach, scratching in the
thickness of his pubic bush.

"You keep that up and we might be up all night." He said grinning.

The hair on his chest was not as thick and coarse as Paul's and didn't cover
the definition of his chest or the hard muscles of his abdomen. It really
sort of enhanced their cut and toned symmetry.

"I like the feel of it Eric. I'm not a hair man but yours is so much softer
and silkier then Paul's but don't you tell him I said that." I chuckled.
"I'm sorry, go ahead, what was it you were saying?"

As if it was tit for tat, Eric reached under the covers and scratched my
pubic hair grinning at me. "That feels pretty good too and I like your
smooth body. I had an idea of what you looked like from what Paul told me
but he left a lot out. He didn't tell me how fantastic you are in bed; he
just said you were great. He said you had a big cock but that was an
understatement, I thought you were going to break my jaw and split my
throat. Most of all though he didn't tell me what a great kisser you are."
He said leaning over our lips meeting in a slow soft kiss.

"And that's what you were afraid to tell me?" I said

"Not all of it. Paul didn't tell me about how you had sex but he told me how
you and him talked about me and what he should do and he told me about Mark
and that he was your nephew and there was something special between you. I
thought maybe you felt about him like I feel for Paul. We don't have any
problem about going to bed with someone else and from what Paul said about
you and Mark it sounds like you guys have the same sort of feelings about
it."

"We do Eric, not often, but very discreetly and very careful about whom we
do. Mark hasn't been involved in gay life that much so he has a lot yet to
learn."

"Yeah, don't we all." He said lying down and snuggling closer laying his
head alongside of mine. "I bet Mark and I have a lot in common, I haven't
really been out that long. I'd probably be all screwed up if you and Paul
hadn't met and talked."

Reaching over Eric I hit the switch on the nightstand turning the lights off
and kissing him on the forehead I whispered. "Get some sleep Eric, It's
getting late."

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TBC