By Lee Mariner
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the relationship between Lee Michaels and his nephew Mark. It is a gay
fantasy and will depict homosexual acts between men and young men.
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My fingers fumbled with the magnetic card that unlocked the door and
under my breath I cursed wishing for a key. Victor, standing behind
me with his pelvis lightly touching my ass, couldn't help nullify
the excitement coursing through my body. When I finally opened the door,
he followed me and after locking it, I flipped the interior lights on and
turned to where Victor was standing in the center of the room and I paused
in amazement, stunned momentarily by his physical magnificence.
I could not help comparing Victor with Mark. The only difference I could
see between them consisted of an individual perfection; Victor was taller
and bigger muscled than Mark. His body gleamed a reddish bronze in
the shaded lighting of the room's lamps and the shadows enhanced the smooth
definition of torso and beautifully muscled thighs. His brilliant blue
eyes glistened and his flaxen hair shone like burnished gold. He like
Mark was the epitome of youth at the pinnacle of health.
I audibly sucked air between my teeth into my lungs and he smiled softly
his brilliant white teeth flashing. With a slow, deliberately tantalizing
movement, he ran his hands over his chest stroking downward over
the ripped muscles of his abdomen and sliding his fingers under the
waistband of his light gray athletic shorts he hesitated and gazed at me
I understood the unspoken hint and followed his movements. I
was in a self-induced trance, watching the agonizingly slow erotic removal
of his shorts. His eyes were blazing with blue fire and he locked mine
with his. I could feel raw sexual energy flowing between us and I could
see he was as excited as I was from the way his stomach flattened with each
heave of his chest. The room seemed filled with the euphoric aroma
of testosterone as I watched his golden pubic hair and then the thick base
of his cock slowly being revealed inch by tapered inch until its sheathed,
blood engorged crown sprang free, jutting upwards from the silky golden
nest surrounding its thick base and covering his low hanging balls. He kicked
his shorts from around his still shoe clad feet and stood for a moment gazing
at me, his eyes sparkling, arms akimbo. As he slowly moved towards
me, I kicked my shorts away and I could feel the hot blood rushing through
my veins. His arms were steel bands encircling me, his hard muscles
pressing against mine. When our cocks touched a hot bolt of fire shot through
the fibers of my being and my muscles quivered from the ecstasy of him in
my arms. He grinned and ran the tip of his tongue over my lips teasingly.
I grasped his head with both hands devouring his tongue and he gyrated
his hips slowly and I responded, our pre-cum slick cocks dueling
for unattainable supremacy.
Leaning back he broke the kiss, released me and dropped to his knees.
Holding the cheeks of my ass, his mouth was a raging inferno consuming my
cock; every muscle in my body tightened from the intense pleasure rushing
over me. For a few moments I felt powerless to do anything. I wanted
for him to suck the life out of me. He was sucking my cock like a babe
would suck its mother's teat and I was on the verge of total physical collapse.
I was reluctant to stop him but I moved my hips backwards pulling
my cock from his mouth. When he looked up at me I reached down and pulled
him up. He had a surprised look on his face until I took his arm and
led him into the bedroom.
We crawled into the bed without saying anything. When I laid beside
him on my side, head to toe, he didn't hesitate to receive my cock
as it slid down into the depths of his throat and I swallowed his dripping
Throwing my arm over his waist, I played with his balls with the other
hand and felt him doing the same. We held each other tight and slowly
started a mutual piston movement of our hips. His pre-cum, saliva slick
cock slid in and out with ease and I opened my throat wide. The overpowering
acrid odor of his sweat filled my nostrils and his pre-cum became for me
a sweet aphrodisiac. We thrust our cocks deep into each others quivering
throats and I could tell from the swelling of his cock and the tightening
of his nuts that he was as close as I was. The intensity of passions
increased with each thrust, his cock hardened deep in my throat and as he
put his hand behind my head his muscles tightened, and a deep moan swelling
upward from his diaphragm signaled his approaching climax. Holding my head
tight, his cock erupted and I felt thick streams of his cream filling and
flowing down my throat with each throbbing, pulsing spasm. The resonant vibrations
of his moaning reverberated through my cock causing a cascading feeling that
tightened my nuts and I felt my cock swell, erupting with the force of a cataclysmic
explosion of cream gushing forcefully, filling his mouth and throat.
We held each other tight, our cocks pulsing and draining the sweet-life-giving
fluids from tightened ball sacs. Tightening our lips we drained the
last few drops from wilting cocks as they slipped from each other's mouth.
Victor rolled over on his back and I could hear him gasping for breath.
I lay quietly a few minutes longer with my hand on his hard flat stomach
until my emotions returned almost too normal before I raised up and twisted
around to lay beside him.
We lay quietly for a few minutes enjoying the soft afterglow that follows
the titanic effort of giving each other what we wanted, the sexual
pleasure that only two men can experience. He had his eyes closed and his
sweat covered body glistened in the dim light from the night stand lamp.
Touching his soft nipples he opened his eyes and turned his face to mine.
His eyes had softened to an azure blue and reaching over he slid his
fingers along the lower jaw bone of my face.
The lust had evaporated and there was a softness on his face. Thoughts
of Mark flooded back into my head, remembering when we made love. He and
Victor were a lot alike, young men filled with passion and desire.
I shook my head gently. "How about a shower Vic? We both need one."
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The shower was warm and relaxing and when I was washing Victor I couldn't
help but admire how much he and Mark were alike. The beautiful flowing
symmetry of hard muscle, hard flat stomachs, each muscle melding with the
other in a symphony of power. They both were Adonis re-incarnated
with the smooth sculpted beauty of David and they glowed from within radiating
a charismatic confidence.
Finished with showering and drying each other off, we laid down on
the bed. I pulled the sheet up over us and he cuddled up to me like
Mark did. I laid on the pillow with one arm under my head, the other around
his shoulders. His warm breath wafted over my breasts and the herbal scent
of shampoo mixing with Sandalwood body wash filled my nostrils.
He was breathing softly and for a moment I thought he had fallen asleep
until he lifted his head and cupped my breast.
"Forgive me for saying it Lee, but I knew it would be like this with
you." He said softly.
"Maybe its you who should forgive me Vic. When we were in the
weight room and in the shower I couldn't help but compare you with Mark.
You are physically a little bigger then he is but other than that, you are
as alike as two peas in a pod."
Lifting up, he bent his arm at the elbow and rested his head in his
hand. He ran his fingers over my chest outlining each muscle and looking
down at me, I could see a wistful look in his eyes.
"Why such a sad look Vic?" I asked somewhat timidly.
He hesitated a few minutes before answering. "I guess being with you
makes me feel a little sad Lee. You said you were comparing me with Mark,
that's okay, he's a hell of a good-looking guy and lucky. I just wish
I had someone with whom I could compare you. Terry and I have something
going but it's not like what Mark and you have. I can see how you
and he feel about each other and we don't have that in our relationship."
"You and Terry Anderson are a couple? He seems like a pretty
nice guy." I said trying to act innocent.
"I guess you could say we are a couple. We've only been going together
for a few weeks. He likes working out and he has a nice body but he's not
built like you are. In bed it's pretty much one-way, his way when he wants
it. There isn't very much feeling and when we do it and I feel sort
of used afterwards. Sometimes I get my rocks off and other times I don't
and I wind up jerking off after he's gone. He doesn't like cuddling
and playing with each other like we did, he just likes fucking my ass." He
said, turning his face away as his voice trailed off.. . . . . . . .His body
shuddered and I felt tears dropping on my ribs.
Stroking his shoulder, I thought back to some of the guys I had met
like that in my early years and I could identify with what he was saying
and his feelings. There are some guys that lack the emotions and
passion and as soon as they climax, it's all over for them regardless of
their partner's needs. I squeezed him a little closer and kissed his
"Why do you stay with him Vic?" I whispered softly, waiting for him
to calm down.
He hesitated not facing me for a few more seconds. His beautiful blue
eyes were watery and his cheeks were tear-stained. He took a deep
breath before answering and he almost blurted out.
"Because I don't have any place too go. I don't have any brothers
or sisters, my parents are dead and the rest of the family doesn't
want anything to do with me because I'm gay. I wish I could meet someone
like you." He said, his eyes downcast.
Lifting his head with my fingers I could see the anguish in his
eyes and I tried not to sound cavalier.
"I'm afraid Mark has first dibs on me Vic but I'm sure there is someone
waiting for a good-looking stud like you to come into his life."
"Yeah, all they want is a good-looking, well-built, tight-assed young
stud. I've met those types Lee. Most of them want their cocks sucked
or want to fuck my ass and after they're satisfied drop a few bucks on the
table. Some guys make a living that way, selling themselves, that's
not what I want, I'm not a male prostitute. Those guys get used, abused
and grow old to fast."
Neil Avery flashed through my mind and I glanced at the telephone. I
didn't know for sure if he was in that business or not but I didn't want
the phone to ring regardless if he was or not. Another thought popped into
my head while I was thinking about Neil but I didn't know how I could ask
about it except bring it right out.
"How did you meet Terry, Vic?" I said, scooting up on the pillow
and leaning back on the bed's headboard. His head slid down my chest
a little laying at the juncture where the pectoral muscles meet at the sternum
and his arm was laying over my pelvis.
"I met him at the YMCA where I was living. He was working out
and asked me to help him with his spots. He was nice-looking and I admit,
I was interested. After we finished working and taking a shower he
asked me if I would be interested in going to a motel with him. It
was pretty nice the first time we had sex. I like being fucked and even
though he wasn't that big, he made me cum. I spent the night
with him and later he told me he was the manager and asked me if I wanted
a job. That's how it started." He sighed.
I could feel the tenseness in his body and hear the frustration in his
voice. Victor was another healthy, vibrant young man being taken advantage
of and he was trapped in an environment he didn't know how to get out
of. It angered me that Terry probably knew of Victor's personal
and economic disadvantages and was using him for his own personal satisfaction.
"Vic, where would you go if you didn't work at the motel, any place in
"If I could afford it, I'd be on a bus too Pensacola, Florida. I
have a cousin there and he told me anytime I wanted, I could live with him.
Bud's five or six years older then I am but he's a nice guy. His brother
is the real jerk, one of those holier-than-I guys who thinks everyone that
don't believe in the Bible and go to church will wind-up in hell."
"When did you see him last, your cousin Bud?"
"I saw him when he came up for his mother's funeral last year."
"Do you think he meant it when he said you could live with him or was he
"Nah, Bud isn't that kind of guy. We always got along good as kids and
he wouldn't put me on about something like that. He knows the score.
My dad was his uncle and up until dad died, he acted like we were both his
sons, not just me." Vic said moving a little closer and laying his
head next to mine, his soft warm breath blowing in my ear.
We lay quietly for a long time and I was thinking about Carl, Mark's friend.
Not the same situation but Carl was alone except for his parents. Victor
was alone except for a family of uncaring relatives. He may not have
thought about it but every time Terry took advantage of him he was selling
the only asset he had, his body.
I hadn't noticed that Victor's breathing had become deep and regular. His
hand lay over my breast and it felt good. It was not Mark's hand but it
still felt good. I turned my head slightly trying not to disturb him.
His eyes were closed and his mouth was half open and his face glowed with
the same innocence I had become used to seeing in Mark.
Two little boys with bodies that men yearned for. Tucking the sheet
around his shoulders, I laid back thinking about Mark and what he might
be doing; my eyelids became heavy.
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