Date: Thu, 05 Jun 2003 12:11:27 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Mark - Series Part #66 MARK (c) By Lee Mariner June 2003 DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving young men and boys. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. HIV/AIDS IS A RESULT OF ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX OR THE USE OF DRUGS. USE PROTECTION OR ABSTAIN. All stories I have written can be found under the name of Lee Mariner in the Nifty Archives listing of Prolific Authors. LEGAL COPYRIGHT - ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED This work is copyrighted (c) by the author and it is not to be reproduced, copied or archived on any site without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives for posting under the provisions of their submission guidelines. If you would like to be notified or future episodes and/or stories by email, please contact me. Mariner23502@hotmail.com Chapter #66 Sunday mornings were usually a day of complete rest for me and Charles would bring a light breakfast of fruit juice, toast and coffee to my room but this Sunday would be different. Calvin's warm breath in my ear roused me and I felt his arm lying on my chest. His head was on the pillow beside mine, his body tucked close. I turned my face to his watching his eyelids flutter slightly a warm smile playing at the corners of his lips. His light golden hair framed his head like the halo around an angel. I was tempted to kiss him but not wanting to wake him, I slipped from under his arm rising from the bed. He moaned softly stirring a little and I hesitated fearing he would wake and I watched as he pulled the coverlet closer and snuggled his beautiful head deeper in the pillow. Gathering my robe around me I slipped my feet into my slippers and left quietly, returning to my quarters. The morning sun was warm and a soft breeze blew from the northwest as I walked across the courtyard and up the steps. The door opened and Charles was standing inside dressed in his matching robe. He didn't say anything but I could see the softness in his eyes. "Good morning Charles." "Good morning William. There is coffee and juice in the kitchen." He said, quietly closing the door and moving ahead of me. "Would you care for breakfast?" "No thanks Charles." I said following him into the kitchen. The aroma of baking scones filled the kitchen and when I sat down at the table he opened the oven door. "Maybe a scone and some jam then?" "You never bake scones on Sunday Charles." "I thought maybe Calvin would enjoy them with his coffee later. Is he well this morning?" "He is Charles, we both are but he may be a little late rising." I said quietly and I could almost read Charles mind but I never could completely. He knew Calvin and I had spent the night together but he would never question it. Just knowing was all he needed. "They will keep in the warmer. May I join you?" He said. Charles knew he could but he always asked the question and would wait for my reply. "Of course old friend." Placing a silver salver of scones and a dish of my favorite orange marmalade on the table he sat down and poured coffee. Charles sipped his coffee quietly and I waited knowing he had something on his mind. After a few minutes he sat his cup down and reaching for the silver coffee decanter he refreshed our cups. "William if you won't need me before I drive Mr. Mark home, do you think I might have an hour or two this morning so I might visit my sons?" He asked softly, placing the decanter on its plate. "Of course you may Charles. I don't anticipate that Lee or Mr. Adams will be here much before lunch or as soon as they call. I had intended on having lunch with them and the boys at the motel but we can make other arrangements. Lee has his own transportation so there should be no problems. What time did you plan on leaving for Cincinnati?" "Mr. Lee suggested some time after lunch but I can stay if you wish." "No Charles. You go right ahead. When your ready call me at the motel on the car phone. Mark is at the motel with Lee and I know they will drive over for us or we can use the other Lincoln. No, you go right ahead and Charles, say a small prayer for me please." "I always do William. May I leave now; I'd like to stop by the florists on the way. The boy's mother always likes fresh flowers." I nodded, sipping my coffee and he left the kitchen moving quietly as he always does, the faint odor of sandalwood lingering in the air. I finished and placing the dishes on the drain board I went to my bedroom to prepare for the day with pleasant thoughts of the night with Calvin warming me. Lightening does strike twice. II The bed was soft and warm and I dreamt of Mark lying in my arms his lips on mine. His kiss was soft and then he slowly lip kissed my chest his tongue caressing my hard nipples before sliding down until I felt the soft warmth of his mouth engulfing my cock. The feelings were so intense I moaned and moved my hand down over my chest and I felt the softness of his hair. His head was lying on my pelvis and I awakened the head of my cock between his lips gently sucking, his free hand kneading my balls. Moving my hand down over the velvety softness of his smooth muscled back I lifted my hips gently feeling his throat open my cock sliding deeper. He readjusted his body moving his hips up towards me and I turned on my side moving downwards so he could stretch out positioning his thick cock for me to take. I slipped my arm under his waist and placing my hand on the small of his back I put my lips over the head of his precum oozing cock. He moaned slightly sending ecstatic vibrations rushing upwards through my loins as he pushed gently and steadily his smooth sheathed cock sliding deep in my throat. I held him tight with my lips and growled squeezing the thick base of his cock. Feeling his muscle tighten I withdrew until the head of my cock rested on his lips and he did the same. His body shuddered and we both started slowly fucking each other mouths with a steadily increasing rhythm our hands searching and caressing the secret hidden places that created the white-hot raptures rushing through us. We were in the euphoric grip of an erotic symphony building to a thunderous climax and when I felt his cock and mine starting to swell and harden, waves of intense anticipatory pleasure warned of an immediate release of the life giving elixir we craved, I pulled his body closer and he groaned driving his cock deep holding it in my throat. His muscles tightened and his back arched steadily as thick streams of his scalding hot sperm erupted with volcanic force down my throat and I responded my cock gushing, filling his gut. With each shattering spasm, the intensity lessened slowly and our cocks softened. He squirmed when I held him tight wrapping my tongue around his cock and I felt him sucking and stripping the last remnants from me. I released him when I felt my cock slip from his lips, his tongue giving the head a finishing touch. We lay quietly for a few minutes enjoying the afterglow and then he sat up twisting and looking down at me for a second before pressing his lips to mine. It was a kiss of love not passion and we tasted each other in it. Stretching out beside me again and laying half on my chest I could see a soft glow in the depths of his warm hazel eyes and I reached up tousling his hair, "Good morning Sport." I said stroking his cheek with my fingers. III He leaned down and rested his forehead on mine whispering softly, "I love you Uncle Lee and I'm sorry I ran too you about my troubles with Calvin." "Who else should you have gone to Sport? You and Calvin have had a disagreement and I'll bet he talked with Uncle Bill the same as you have with me. We all need help at one time or another and this is one of those times. You are mine, I am yours and that's the way it will always be. You need me, I need you and not always because of sex. Come to me, call me and I'll always be there for you Sport." I said softly, pulling his head down on my shoulder holding him close. "You always make it sound so simple Uncle Lee & I feel so foolish. Will I ever really learn?" "In time Mark, you are still very young and unless you are really sure, don't cut Calvin off until you can talk with each other leaving out the emotions. He is young and I have a feeling you are the first person he has ever fallen for." "I think that's right but he is the second for me." He said squirming closer squeezing me tight and throwing his leg over mine pushing his knee up in my groin. "Oh?" I said trying to depress my chin and look at his face. "Yeah, my first one I had a hard time getting in bed." "Wait a minute Sport. Who have you been in bed with besides Calvin? I can only think of Carl and you in the back seat of the truck and Glenn on the farm. Those were just quickies and not in bed. Who else that I don't know about?" He giggled and running his fingernail in circles around my hard nipple he reached up and kissed my cheek. "Didn't you tell me we never talk about who we have had sex with, that it is a private time between two people." "Touché Sport, you learn quickly. I shouldn't have asked." I said softly kissing the top of his head and he breathed in deeply expelling a long sigh. "I guess I didn't impress you very much that first time did I Uncle Lee. Am I doing any better?" He said giggling like a little boy. A very bright light flashed before my eyes and I felt stupid when he said he hadn't impressed me very much. "I'm sorry Sport, damn, it didn't even occur to me. How could I ever forget that first time when you tried to seduce me in your bedroom?" "It got me what I wanted didn't it?" He laughed throwing the covers back. "Apology accepted, how about a shower?" He said lithely bouncing out of the bed his smooth muscled body gleaming golden in the morning sunlight filtering through curtains. His muscles rippled as he walked with a smooth athletic grace across the opulent bedroom floor to the even more opulent bath. "God." I thought. "How could anyone ever forget their first time with anyone as fantastic as he was?" I leaned on my elbow drinking in the opiate of his magnificent beauty with my eyes as he glided through the shafts of sunlight and I could feel my heart swell with pride and love. Reaching the doorway, he spun around looking back at me with a grin exposing his gleaming white teeth and I could see the golden flecks flashing in his eyes his half hard cock swaying slowly. "What time did you say Mr. Adams would be here Uncle Lee?" "I didn't Sport but I hope not to soon." I said sliding out of bed feeling the fire building in my loins. IV Mark and I were dressing after showering and the phone rang. I made a mental note to ask William if a flashing light could be added so the damn things could be found. Telephones that match the interior of the room they are in did not sit very well with me and I must have rang at least 5 times before I located it on the night stand disguised as a tissue box. "Hello." I said answering it a little irritated. A well modulated masculine voice answered. "Good morning Mr. Michaels, Victor at the front desk." "Good morning Victor." I said remembering the young handsome blonde that Terry, the new motel manager, had hired. "I hope you and your nephew rested well. You asked to be advised when Mr. Adams arrived. He just checked in too room 1412." "We did, thanks Victor." I said glancing at Mark and returning the received to its tissue box base. "That was Victor at the front desk, Cliff has just checked in." I said turning to where Mark was dressing. He was in front of the large three quarter mirror casually brushing his always-unruly sun-lightened brown hair wearing white Docker slacks and a black pleated leather belt with an open throated Navy blue polo shirt. The scalloped cuffs of the shirt stretched tight around his biceps and the fabric clung to his torso outlining his sculpted chest and the ripped muscles of his small waist. The muscles of his thick deltoids and wide lats rippled under the shirt as he brushed his hair. He saw my reflection in the mirror and he smiled back at me. "Do I look okay Uncle Lee?" Moving to where he was standing, I slipped my arms around his waist hugging him to me and I pressed my lips to his neck, whispering in his ear. "Sometimes I have trouble remembering you are my nephew Sport." "I don't know why, you're the cause of what ever I am." He said leaning his head back on my shoulder. "Your mom and dad had something to do with it." "Yeah but I remember all of the times I sat in your lap when I was a little boy and how I would get excited feeling the beat of your heart and your arms holding me. I didn't know why I felt like I did then but I knew what I wanted and most of all I wanted to be like you." He said turning in my arms and putting his around my neck. "You aren't a little boy anymore Sport." "And you had a lot to do with it. Mom and Dad I love Uncle Lee but I belong to you, I always have." He said brushing my lips with his, rubbing my nose Eskimo fashion. "That goes both ways Sport. The way you look right now though, Uncle Bill had a lot to do with that when he outfitted you." "Calvin to, don't forget he helped me pick out the clothes. He taught me a lot about what I should wear." "It seems you both have been teaching each other a lot and not just how to dress." I said quietly looking into his eyes. "I guess so. Do you think he will want to go with me when Charles takes me home this afternoon?" He said moving his arms around mine and laying his head on my shoulder his soft breath flutter against my neck and cheek. "That's up to you Sport. Ask him and I bet he does. Right now though, let me finish dressing and I'll call Cliff and see if he wants to join us for breakfast." I said taking my arms from around him. V Victor nodded at us, smiling, when we walked past the front desk. He was wearing a dark green blazer with the motel logo embroidered on the breast pocket. His lemon yellow tie almost matched his blond hair and he had a twinkle in his blue eyes. Mark waved his hand in the casual manner of teenagers as we passed saying, "Hi Vic." "Good morning Mark, Mr. Michaels. I like your outfit Mark, pretty cool." "Thanks, you look really professional." "Trying to keep up the motels standards." He said looking at me. "Enjoy you breakfast, Mr. Adams just went in the dining room. Cliff was sitting at a table in a small alcove and he waved when he saw us. He was casually dressed in a light blue Gap dress shirt without a tie, salt and pepper chest hair showing with the sleeves folded up over his thick hairy forearms. He was still a good-looking man for his age. Well-groomed thick black hair mixed with gray, piercing blue eyes and barrel chest. Several times he had been asked to run for District Attorney of Cincinnati but he always declined, preferring to do defense work. He presented an imposing figure when he stood extending his hand. "Good morning Lee, Mark. Damned if you don't get better looking every time I see you. It must be those genes you and your uncle share." He said grinning and shaking hands. "I guess so Sir." He said glancing at me his eyes sparkling. "How was your drive down Cliff?" I said after shaking his hand. "Not bad for a Sunday, hit a little spot of rain just south of Covington but it was only a shower. Dorothy sends her love." He said as he sat down signaling for a waiter. "May I help you sir?" The young man said holding his tray at waist level. "Bring a pot of coffee please." "I'll have V8 juice if you have it. I don't care for coffee Mr. Adams." Mark said looking across the table at the waiter. "Sorry Mark, I didn't think about that." He said glancing at me. "The buffet looks pretty good so I think that's what I'll have. Dorothy is not here to fuss at me about my weight so I can cheat on my diet a little so long as you don't tell her." "Now why would I do that Cliff?" I said leaning back a little while my coffee was being poured from the white porcelain thermos decanter the waiter had brought. "Because she adores you and if she pumps, you'll tell her. She works for me remember?" "Do you have a girlfriend Uncle Lee?" Mark said grinning with an impish look. "Don't start Sport." "Your uncle Mark is a hunk and Dorothy, my secretary, becomes a bowl of jelly every time he comes in the office even though she is married. He sends her bonbons and I have a hell of a time getting any work done after he leaves." "You forgot to mention that Dorothy is almost 20 years older then me Cliff." "It didn't make any difference to Dad, Uncle Lee, he's older then Mom." "And you, young man, are not so old I can't tan your bottom for you." I said grinning at him. "Hmmmmm, I don't know about that Lee. From the looks of him you might have a job on your hands if you tried it." Cliff said laughing and pushing his chair back from the table. "Let's eat, I'm hungry." The breakfast buffet had just about anything someone would want and I was glad to see Mark pick sparingly of the more fattening foods. He chose a slice of spinach quiche, passed over the sausages for a thin slice of ham and wheat toast. We both chose cantaloupe and a mixture of fresh fruit. Cliff, for all of his bluster about his weight, chose almost as sparingly as Mark and I did. While we were eating, I noticed the young waiter shift to where he had a better view of Mark and nudging his leg I signaled with a glance in the direction he was standing still holding his tray but just a little lower covering his crotch. Mark looked at me and shifted his eyes to where he was standing. The tray dropped quickly to his side displaying a large elongated bulge down the left leg of his tight dark green uniform slacks and then he covered his crotch again. Mark glanced quickly back at me a light blush to his cheeks and he lowered his head slightly, lifting an orange slice to his lips with his fork. I grinned, teasingly, nudging his leg again. Cliff was to busy eating and hadn't notice the impromptu action. "Your right about Marks improvement Cliff. You should see the equipment he and his dad have at home. They both punish a Bowflex, especially Mark." "From the looks of you, I would say you do as well. I only wish I had the time but with my schedule I barely have time to eat." "Maybe you could have a Bowflex installed in your office Mr. Adams. It only takes about 15 minutes a day." "You may be right Mark but I don't very often have a spare 15 minutes. Speaking which, I brought all of the documents you asked me to draw up Lee along with the papers for Williams adoption of Calvin." I had almost forgotten about the work he was doing for me as well as the adoption papers for William. "Uncle Bill is adopting Calvin?" Mark said with a surprised look on his face. "On Monday Mark." Cliff answered. "We talked about it when I visited you guys at the farm. He will be Calvin Woolford after we have everything signed and filed with the Circuit Court Monday afternoon." "Gee, that's great. I bet Calvin will be real happy about it since he. . . . . Well, he'll be happy I just know he will." He said blushing and lowering his eyes. I looked at Cliff but his face was expressionless at the near slip Mark almost made about Calvin being a bastard. "His mother will be happy knowing Calvin will be taken care of after she's gone Sport." I said placing my hand over his. "Yes Sir, may I be excused? I'd like to get my packing started." "Sure Sport, go ahead. Don't forget to lay out something a little more comfortable for traveling. "Yes Sir. I'll see you before I leave Mr. Adams?" He said quietly pushing his chair away from the table. "I sure hope so." Cliff said fiddling with his coffee cup. We watched Mark walk across the dining room and I cursed myself for not telling him earlier about William adopting Calvin. "He's a hell of a kid Lee." Cliff said with an admiring tone in his voice. "In more ways than you know Cliff but I should have told him about the adoption instead of him being surprised like that." I said pouring another cup of coffee, my hand shaking slightly from anger at myself. "I'm sorry but I didn't know you hadn't mentioned it. Does he know about what you are doing?" "Not yet, I wanted to wait until he is in college." "Has he said where he will be going?" "Probably the University of Delaware but he hasn't really said if he was or not. His parents mentioned that he wanted to be where I'm going to be working so it's my guess he will." "And you wouldn't mind that would you? That boy worships the ground you walk on and it's easy to see how you feel." "I guess everyone has a favorite nephew Cliff." I said noticing Victor walking towards us. He glanced at the young waiter who had come to the table after Mark had left before saying, "There's a call for you Mr. Michaels, it's Mr. Woolford calling." "Thanks Victor, tell him I'll be right there will you please." I said glancing at Cliff. "He probably wants to know if you are here." "I told Mr. Woolford that you and Mr. Adams were having breakfast with your nephew. I hope that was alright?" "Thanks Victor. I'll be right there." I said motioning to the hesitant waiter. "I got this Lee. William told me everything is on the house." He said taking the meal check and signing his room number and name. "I've got the tip then." I said handing the waiter $10.00. "Thank you sir. If you are having dinner with us this evening the restaurant is featuring Prime Rib." "One of my favorites young man but we had better wait and see what Mr. Woolford has on his mind." Cliff said looking at me as he got up from the table. "That's a good idea." I said as we walked to the exit. "Do you want to talk with him Cliff?" "Nah, just tell him I'm here safe and sound. I'll be in my room if he has anything he wants to talk about." He said pushing the swinging door open that led to the corridor where his room was. Mark was still on my mind when I sat down and picked up the receiver of the house phone. "Good morning Uncle Bill." "Good morning. Did you three stuff yourselves on the buffet?" "Not really but it was good. Our waiter, a nice looking young man mentioned something about dinner tonight but Cliff and I thought you might have something else arranged." "I hadn't thought of anything. How's Mark?" His directness caught me off guard. It usually takes him a little longer to get around to something that was on his mind. "You talked with Calvin?" "And you talked with Mark." "Last night and this morning. Mark is wondering if Calvin will still want to drive with him too Cincinnati this afternoon." "He does but he won't say so, not right out. I can tell he does though. He is just like you when you were younger, pigheaded and he wears his heart on his sleeve." "They both are and do. What are we going to do about it?" "Let them thrash it out on the way to Cincinnati. Charles is visiting his sons and then he will be driving by to pick Mark up. I was going to ask if you and Cliff might pick us up but I think Calvin and I will drive the Lincoln over and we all can have lunch together, say about 1:30." "Mark is packing and I'll tell Cliff about lunch." "Good, Charles will call on the car phone when he will be at the motel. Until then. . . ." He said disconnecting the call. I could see the wheels turning in the sly old foxes head and getting up I hung the phone up. "I hope everything is alright Mr. Michaels." Victor said from where he was standing behind the front desk. "It will be Victor." I said seeing the sparkle in his eyes. "It will be." * * * * * * * * TBC.