Date: Thu, 03 Apr 2003 23:38:26 -0500 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Mark - Series Part #63 Mark (c) By Lee Mariner April 2003 DISCLAIMER: This story is a fictional gay fantasy and includes homosexual acts involving men and boys. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL TO READ THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters and events are fictional and unrelated to any persons living or deceased. The use of recognizable locations and names is for esthetic purposes only. DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. All stories I have written can be found under the name of Lee Mariner in the Nifty Archives listing of Prolific Authors. LEGAL COPYRIGHT: This story is copyrighted (c) by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provision of their submission guidelines bit it is not to be copied or archived on any other site without the authors written consent. Copyright: April 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * Chapter #63 I'm not sure what time Eric left during the night or early morning but he wasn't in the bed when a combination of my cell phone and an aching bladder awakened me. Half groggy from not being full awake I stumbled towards the bathroom, scooping up the cell phone from the dresser as I passed. Pushing the "talk" button with the thumb of my left hand, I found the toilet in the dim light and directed my aim with the other hand skinning the foreskin back and relaxing. "Yeah." I sighed almost sensually from the sense of immediate relief surging through the length of my cock as the urine flowed hitting the water with the force of Niagara Falls creating frothy yellow foam. An early morning piss was as close as a man could get to pure pleasure without his cock being sucked until he reached a thunderous climax, God it felt great. "Uncle Lee, Mark. Are you okay?" "I'll feel even better when I finish taking a piss Sport. Jesus but I must have drank more then I thought last night, what's up?" I asked, hearing Mark breathing softly before he answered and I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he mulled over my comment about drinking too much. "We were wondering what time you will be coming too Uncle Bill's? Isn't Mr. Adams supposed to be here today?" "He is supposed to be here today or tomorrow Sport, it all depended on when he could get away. Is there something you want to do?" I said milking down the last drops of piss and then shrugging on one of the robes provided by the motel. My wristwatch was on the dresser where the cell phone had been, it read just a few minutes before 9AM. Listening to Mark I walked into the living room of the suite, my still half hard cock swinging like the pendulum of a clock, spotting the coffee pot sitting on the wet bar. "Calvin asked me if I wanted to go with him and see his mother this afternoon. Uncle Bill said he could have the weekend off while we were here and we thought we'd come over and have breakfast with you before we go to the nursing home. Would that be okay?" "Sure, give me time to shave, shower and get dressed and I'll meet you in the restaurant. How about 10 o'clock?" "Okay, great. We've already showered and Calvin is shaving now so that should give us plenty of time to get dressed. See you then Uncle Lee, love you." The phone clicked before I could answer and I smiled, thinking of him and Calvin breaking in his new apartment. I poured a cup of black coffee from the pot I had fixed while Mark and I were talking. What is there about the taste of coffee the first thing in the morning that is close to being an aphrodisiac from the effect caffeine has on the body, a stimulating charge reviving the senses. It felt like I was returning too life with each stimulating sip. * * * * * * * * * Showering after shaving was even more reviving then the coffee and I really enjoyed playing with the various ways the Kohler showerheads could be adjusted so that different sprays would massage every part of the body. There was a setting for an almost mist like spray over the genital areas, stinging streams for the upper chest and back that felt like small needles stimulating every inch of flesh and an overall flooding spray from over head. I made a mental note to ask Terry who had designed the bathrooms, almost reluctantly turning the shower off. Drying off with one of the huge fluffy Canon towels, I splashed Aspen After Shower under my arms and applied it over my chest and stomach down into my groin. I smiled remembering the first time Mark and I had made love; I had used Aspen Cologne that day. Dressed in a light pearl gray open throat shirt, dark gray gabardine slacks and a gray-green tweed jacket I checked the room and returning the coffee cup to the bar I started to leave, with time to spare, for the motel restaurant when I spotted a white ball of clothing wedged between the seat and arm of the chair I had been sitting in while Eric was here and he had practically mounted me. He had left his briefs in the chair when he stripped and they were wedged in the chair. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled his clean masculine scent, thinking how lucky Paul was. Slipping the briefs in my jacket pocket and smiling, I pulled the door shut after me. * * * * * * * * * I hadn't really had a chance to look around when we first arrived but I could see that Uncle Bill and his partner were making a hell of an investment in remodeling the motel. The walls between the lobby and health club had been clear safety glass before but they had been changed and were half opaque and clear. People could go from their rooms too the swimming pool, spas and weight rooms without being on display. That was a little saddening when I thought of the time Paul and I had watched Calvin and Mark going to our room but motel clients must have complained hence the new glass. The carpeting had been changed in the hallway to our room and in the lobby so I assumed the other hallways would be the same. The chairs and sofas in the lobby were a dark brown and they looked like you might disappear if you sat down. I hadn't noticed it but the exterior doors were automatic and opened as you approached. That made sense for both handicapped and people with luggage. There were huge potted plants strategically placed that allowed for avenues of view from the reception desk and deadened sound. The tasteful changes being made were impressive but not gaudy and one of the most interesting things was the computerized advance reservation system they were using. I made a mental to check it out and see if the system of maintenance we had used at MegaData might be adaptable. I was pretty deep in thought when I heard, "Good morning Mr. Michaels. Do you like the changes we are making?" "Whups, you surprised me Terry. I was way off in the future somewhere. Yes, I do like the changes, very much. Especially the suite my nephew and I are in." I said spinning around. "Sorry, I apologize. I shouldn't have come up behind you like that. The managing partners are not restricting the changes and your suite is a reserved unit for only special clients. Mr. Woolford has been supervising the changes pretty closely but we seldom see his partner." "It's not likely that you will Terry. He very seldom interferes in the investments he and Uncle Bill have together. They have been friends for years but due to the delicacy of his position he lets Uncle Bill handle the business end." I said looking out the doors of the lobby and thinking about Charles Effingham, Uncle Bill's partner. It was not necessary that Charles Effingham's association with Uncle Bill be made known since everyone knew that Charles Effingham was on the State Appellate Court but very, very few knew he was bi-sexual. He and Uncle Bill had been boyhood friends and lovers but from what I had been told Effingham had married more because of his judicial ambitions then anything else. Uncle Bill had bought the farm in Ohio for the infrequent times they could be together, which was not very often. Loving Charles Effingham was one of the crosses Uncle Bill would carry throughout his life. Some people are afflicted with that problem and most manage to control it and others not. I was thinking when I spotted Calvin's pickup pull into the lot. "Are you looking for someone Mr. Michaels?" "Yes, my nephew Mark and his friend Calvin. They were to meet me for breakfast and I think they just pulled in." I said turning to look at him. "Terry, I'm expecting a Mr. Cliff Adams to possibly arrive today. Would you let me know if he does while we are at breakfast?" I said, moving towards the doors. "Yes sir, enjoy your breakfast." He said. "Thanks Terry. I said, stepping outside under the canopy admiring two strong, virile, handsome young men walking in my direction. * * * * * * * * * "Damn, a guy could starve waiting for you two." I said jokingly, grinning at them. "Were sorry Uncle Lee." Mark said glancing at Calvin. " Just as we were leaving, Uncle Bill received a call from Mr. Adams that he wouldn't be in until tomorrow morning and he asked us to tell you since we were coming over here. Mr. Adams is supposed to have a room reserved but he won't be using it tonight. He said we could kill two birds with one stone, tell you and the front desk." "That's coincidence for you, I was just telling the manager to let me know if Cliff arrived while we were having breakfast. Speaking of which, I am starved." I may have exaggerated a little about being starved but both Mark and Calvin ate like they were famished. While we were eating I asked how long they would be at the nursing home with Calvin's mother and after they told me they wouldn't be gone that long, I told Mark to get the keys for the Blazer from the room and they could use it since I wouldn't be needing it. "If you aren't doing anything Uncle Lee, why don't you come with us? Uncle Bill told us that in a way he was kind of glad Mr. Adams wasn't coming until tomorrow, he was feeling kind of tired and he could get some rest." Mark said glancing at Calvin who was polishing off his second glass of milk. "No thanks Mark, you run and get the truck keys and then you guys go ahead and visit Calvin's mother. With you two out of my hair and Cliff not coming, it'll give me a chance to use the new health Atrium. I feel like a good soak in the spa after a workout. You guys just take it easy and I'll see you when you get back. Okay?" "Yes sir." They both said in unison, grinning at each other and pushing their chairs back. Mark almost trotted from the dining room while Calvin and I walked to the lobby. While we waited at the front doors I asked Calvin how his mother was and glanced through the glass into the lounge seeing Paul behind the bar. He saw me looking and smiled back at me and nodded his head. Calvin didn't see me looking in Paul's direction when he answered, since he was watching for Mark. "She's doing pretty good Uncle Lee, I think. The doctors keep her on painkillers so sometimes it's hard to know if she knows when I visit. I go almost every day and sometimes Uncle Bill goes with me. Your welcome to come with Mark and I if you want." "I appreciate being asked Calvin but I could use a little break. I've been pretty much on the go on this trip and you know how Mark can wear you out." I ended casually with a grin, realizing what I had said. "Yeah, he sure can." I heard him say quietly but I detected a wistful tone in his voice as he continued talking. "I don't think I will ever meet anyone like him again Uncle Lee, I only wish he loved me like he does you." "You never will meet another Mark and he does love you Calvin." I said turning to face him and looking into his brilliant blue eyes. "He loves you in his own special and different way Calvin. Give him time; give yourself time, he is learning along with you. Talk with him when you are alone together but don't smother him. Tell him how you feel as well as what you feel for him and not just the sex. You know what that is like and the excitement of learning the nooks and crannies that excite him. Remember that note you sent him asking for a date? He started falling in love with you then, he just didn't know it but I think he is beginning to now. He is my nephew and that we cannot change but he wants to be your lover and if you. . . ., shsssssh, here he comes. Just think about what I have said and stop worrying about how much he loves me and think more about how much he loves you." "Got the keys Uncle Lee." Mark said as he approached. "You sure you won't come along? "Thanks for the invitation but you and Calvin have a pleasant visit with Mrs. Masters and I'll see you when you get back. I want to call Uncle Bill and see what his plans are for this evening; maybe we can all just relax until Cliff gets here. Go along now, have fun and be careful." * * * * * * * * * I watched Mark and Calvin for a few minutes before taking my cell phone and pushing the memory dial button for Uncle Bill while walking back into the lobby, sitting down in one of the huge leather chairs. After a few rings Charles answered the ring. "Woolford residence, may I help you?" "Lee here Charles. Is Uncle Bill resting?" "Yes he is Mr. Lee, he laid down right after the boys left to meet you at the motel. He asked me not to disturb him unless it was an urgent call." "Then, lets not disturb him Charles. Tell me, has he been doing alright?" "He has been a little tired from all of the recent activity Mr. Lee. Calvin's mother being ill and all of the work he has been doing at the motel and some of his other properties. Mr. Adams not coming today will give him a chance to rest some before he does get here. He will be fine Mr. Lee, I'll watch after him." "Thanks Charles, I know you will. I'm pretty sure he had plans for this evening but it might be a good idea if we cancelled since Mr. Adams isn't going to be here and let him rest. Mark and Calvin are visiting Calvin's mother and then they will be coming back here. When Uncle Bill wakes, tell him the boys and I will have dinner here in the motel dining room and I'll call him tomorrow morning." "Very good Mr. Lee, I'll take care of it." Charles said and I sat holding the dead cell phone mulling over what Charles had said about William. If anyone knew how Uncle Bill was, it would be Charles. * * * * * * * * * After a few minutes, I roused my self and went into the lounge. Paul was pouring a drink before I got too the bar. "Make a cup of coffee the chaser Paul if you have it." I asked. "I'll have a fresh cup before you get both cheeks on the stool Lee, is everything okay? I saw you sitting in the lobby on your cell phone." "Yeah, I was calling Mr. Woolford's to see about our plans for this evening. Cliff Adams, our attorney, called and cancelled his arrival until tomorrow so everything had to be changed. Isn't Eric supposed to be behind the bar?" "He'll be here soon. He got in either late last night or early this morning. I'm not sure which. He told me he met a friend and the time sort of slipped away." He said looking at me with a glint in his indigo blue eyes. "That happens Paul, especially when you're enjoying yourself. Since I've got some time on my hands with Mark and Calvin gone it'll be a good time to check out the new health Atrium. Thanks for the coffee and drink, you might return these too Eric in case he needs them." I said with a grin on my face, handing Paul the brief's Eric had left behind. "He just might Lee, he is careless that way. Be careful in the Atrium, the motel hasn't hired an attendant yet." Paul said, grinning. * * * * * * * * * Leaving the lounge I went to the front desk and Victor stood flashing a smile, his brilliant white teeth gleaming, as he saw me coming towards him. "Hi Mr. Michaels, can I help you?" He said, his eyes scanning me from head to toe and he pulled his shoulders back, thrusting his well-muscled chest out, his deep blue eyes gleaming with what I called the available look. "I think so Victor. I believe you have a reservation for a Mr. Cliff Adams, would you check please?" I said and waited while he punched a few keys on his computer before answering. "Yes sir, we do. Mr. Adams is supposed to check in sometime today." "He won't be checking in today Victor. Keep his reservation open though, he called Mr. Woolford and told him he would be delayed but he would be here tomorrow morning. If you need the room, go ahead and use it and you can make adjustments later after he gets here but I believe the motel is taking care of the cost of his stay." "I'll make the notations and tell Mr. Thompson. Is there anything else I can do for you?" He said with a slight quiver in his voice. "Not that I can think of at the moment Victor. I'm going to check out the changes in the health Atrium. Thanks for your help." I said. * * * * * * * * * Turning away from the front desk, I saw Eric behind the bar talking with Paul. Walking towards the doors of corridor leading too my rooms, I waved and they both waved back. Undressing, I hung my slacks, jacket and shirt in one of the closets. Slipping on one of the jockstraps we had brought with us and athletic sweat shorts, I put on the thick terry cloth robe I had worn earlier. We hadn't brought our bathing suits so I put another pair of shorts in a pocket of the robe and throwing a towel over my shoulder I put on my slippers. Making sure I had the magnetic door card in my pocket with my cell phone, I went down the corridor leading to the Atrium. There was a marked change in the temperature and it got warmer inside the swinging doors leading too the swimming pool and hot tubs. I needed a good workout and a long soak. . . . . * * * * * * * * * * TBC