Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 17:15:30 -0500 From: Eric Draven Subject: Nicholas And Mark - Chapter 8 Warning: This story was written for Adults only and contains homosexual themes. If you're under 18 or the community you live in has laws against reading this type of material, please do not continue. This story is completely fictional and does not use safe-sex practices. Please use condoms for the sake of your health and that of your consenting partner(s). Email any and all comments to ericdraven10@angelfire.com Hello again. I'm sure you are wondering why the next chapter is ready already. Well, as I said before, I need to get this story ended as soon as possible. I will be working on a new story in the near future, and I want to devote all of my time to that story. I'd like to thank you all for you kind remarks and thoughtful questions during my absence. I apologize for being gone so long, but the circumstances were far beyond my control. I am back now, and I plan to update the story on a regular basis. Your thoughts and comments on the story are still very welcome. Chapter 8 - Mark When I opened my eyes, I was in Nick's arms. I couldn't believe how peaceful and loved I felt. I was a little disappointed that Nick didn't let me return the favor last night. I couldn't believe that he only wanted to make me feel good without making himself feel good. I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay in Nick's arms like that forever, but I needed to use the bathroom, and I could hear Pete getting ready for work. I just hoped that he wouldn't open the door before I got out of bed. I slowly started to disentangle myself from Nick when I noticed that he still had a firm grip on my dick. I gently pried his fingers off of me and got out of the bed as quietly as possible. "Is it morning already?" he asked from behind me. I hadn't meant to wake him up. "Yes," I said. "Pete is already getting ready for work." "Oh, I meant to tell you that I won't be home from work until really late tonight, Mark," he said. "Why?" I asked, turning to face him. I had hoped that he would be home before Pete. That way we could spend a little time together. "I have a lot of work to do," he said, getting out of the bed and pulling on his jeans. "I've got to get it all done this week." "Well, what about tomorrow?" I asked. "I'm going to be putting in long days all week long, Mark," he said. I stood there watching him dress. I didn't know what to say to him, but I knew that I loved to watch his body move. He had the sexiest body I had ever seen. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His abs were tight. His pecs were rock hard, and his arms and legs were like stone. My brother was, in my opinion, the sexiest man in the world. "Are you going to stare at me until I leave, or are you going to get ready for school?" he asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I don't want to go to school, Nick," I said. "You are going to school," he replied without even looking at me. "Why can't I just stay home for a few days?" "Because, then you will never want to go back, and I am not going to fight you on this," he said. "You are going to school, and that is final." "Yes, Sir!" I said, doing my best to imitate a soldier. I was in the kitchen for breakfast as Nick was leaving the house to go to work. That left me all alone with Pete again. I wasn't sure about Pete. He stared at me when he thought I wasn't looking. It wasn't that it made me uncomfortable. He could stare at me all he wanted. I was just afraid that he would see me getting turned on by it. "Hey, Mark," he said as I sat down at the table. "Good morning," I replied, reaching for the plate of toast that he had sat in the middle of the table. "I'll give you a ride to school on my way to work," he said. "I can pick you up after if you want. I get off work right before you get out of school." "Thank you," I said. "I'd like that." I didn't know which bus to get on to get to Pete's house, and I didn't want to ask anyone. I didn't want anyone at school to know too much about my not living at home. "So, Nick tells me that he won't be home until late tonight," said Pete. "What would you like to do tonight while he isn't here?" "I don't know," I said, thinking of a million sexual things that I wanted to do to his body all night long. "I tell you what," he said. "We can stop by the video store on the way home, and you can pick a video. Then we will order pizza and sit and watch the tube." "That sounds cool," I said. I hoped that he didn't mean that we would be sitting side by side on the couch. I didn't think I would be able to keep my hands off of him if he sat too close to me. All day long at school, I kept thinking about Nick sucking my dick. I loved the feel of his mouth wrapped around me, and when he let me sink into his throat, I almost came every time. His throat was like a throbbing vacuum that just wouldn't let go of me. I wished that he'd let me suck his dick last night, too. I really liked sucking his dick. It was strange, but when I sucked his dick, I felt like we were closer than we had ever been in our lives. I also kept thinking about Pete. I couldn't get his smile out of my mind. I was supposed to be with Nick, but all I could think about during the last three classes of the day was Pete. I couldn't wait to be alone with him again. I couldn't wait to see his sexy eyes or hear his incredible voice. Pete had coal black hair that shined when he was standing under a light. He wore it short on the sides and in the back, but it was a little longer on the top. He was constantly pushing it away from his eyes. That kind of hair cut usually looked kind of silly, but on Pete, it just looked sexy. His eyes were the darkest shade of green that I had ever seen. Just looking into his eyes could hypnotize me instantly. One thing about his eyes that made them so appealing was the fact that they always looked wet. It was almost always as if he were just about to cry. They were also heavy lidded, and that sexy bedroom eyes effect made my dick throb every time he looked at me. From what I could see of his body, Pete was very defined. It looked like he might even be in better shape than Nick. They both worked out at the same gym, but Nick had told me that with their conflicting work schedules, they rarely ever got to work out at the same time. Maybe Pete worked out more than Nick. I didn't know. I didn't care. All I knew was that Pete was sexy as Hell! His car was parked across the street from the school when I walked out the door. I walked over very nervously. He smiled that sexy smile when he saw me, and I thought I would cum in my jeans. "Hey, you," he said as I walked around the car. "Thank you for picking me up, Pete," I said, not really knowing what else to say. "No sweat," he said. "I work about two blocks from here." "I didn't know," I said. "So, do you want to go to the video store?" he asked as he pulled out into traffic and headed away from the school. "Sure," I said. "What kind of movies do you like to watch?" "I'm pretty open with that," he said. "I don't really care what the movie is as long as it's a good one." "A friend from school told me about one that might be good," I said. "Maybe we can get that one." "Sounds good to me," he said. We drove the rest of the way in silence. I kept sneaking quick glances at him, and once, I think I caught him looking at me, too. It was too much to hope for, but it made my dick lurch just the same. We were only in the video store for a few minutes. I found the movie that my friend had recommended, and Pete rented it. We were back in the car in no time. Then, I was back to stealing glances at him. "So, do you have a boyfriend, Mark?" asked Pete, startling me. "Uh, no," I replied. My voice shook. "Why not?" he asked. "I would have thought you would have someone." I thought about Nick, and my stomach got all queasy. I couldn't tell Pete about Nick and me. He'd think that was sick. "Nobody," I said, turning to look out the window. Luckily, we pulled up in front of his house then. I didn't know if he would continue to ask me about guys or not, but I sure didn't want to let it slip that I had been sleeping with my brother. We went straight to the living room, and Pete called the pizza place. He ordered exactly what I liked, and then he went into the kitchen. He didn't say anything to me, and I was almost glad. I sat down on the couch and waited for him to come back in the room. I dreaded the conversation that would follow, but I didn't know how to avoid it. We were supposed to watch a video, so I couldn't just go to the bedroom and hide. "Do you have homework that you need to get done before the pizza gets here?" he asked, returning to the living room. He had a beer in one hand and a soda in the other. "No homework," I said, wishing that I'd at least brought my books home so I could pretend to have something to do. "Ok," he said, sitting down beside me and handing me the soda. "What do you want to watch until the pizza gets here?" "I don't care," I said. "I'd rather wait for the pizza to watch the video, though." "Yeah," he said. "Me too." He turned on the television and put it on a music video channel. I didn't know if he regularly watched music videos or if he was just putting them on for my benefit. We were both quiet for a while, and I was never more nervous in my life. Telling my parents that I was gay hadn't even made me this nervous. I didn't know what to say to him, and I was thankful that he was quiet. "You know that I am completely comfortable with your sexuality, right?" he said, breaking the silence and making my heart skip a beat. "Yeah," I said. I couldn't think of anything more to say, and I felt stupid for giving him a quick one-word reply. "You just seemed a little nervous about me asking you if you had a boyfriend," he said. "It's a little new for me to be talking about that sort of thing with a straight guy," I said truthfully. "I understand," he said, smiling. "But I have something to confess to you, Mark." "You do?" I asked, thinking that he was about to tell me that he was gay. I knew that it was too much to hope for, but I couldn't stop thinking it. "I thought about sleeping with a guy once," he said. He said it like it was no big deal, so I tried to treat it the same way. My heart was beginning to pound, though. "Really?" "Yeah," he said. "It was a while ago. I never really thought about it much after. Then your brother told me about you and him both being gay, and I started to think about it again." "About sleeping with a guy?" I asked. "Well, sort of," he said, blushing. "I started thinking about the time that I wanted to." "You lost me," I lied. I just wanted him to keep talking about it. "Well, do you remember the time that Nick and I both wanted to go to summer camp, but Nick got grounded, and I went by myself?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "Nick got into trouble for breaking the back window out of Dad's car." "Right," he said. "I had to share a tent with another boy that summer. He was a little older than me, and he had no shame. He would sleep naked, and most of the time it was so hot that he didn't exactly cover himself." "Really?" "Yeah," he said, blushing again. "I saw him jacking off once, and for a little while, I wanted to help him out. I don't know exactly what I wanted to do with him, but I knew that I wanted to do something." "So, what happened?" I asked, intrigued. "Nothing happened," he said. "I chickened out, and he rolled over and went to sleep. I don't even think he knew that I had been watching him." "Was he gay?" I asked. "I never knew," he replied. "He hardly talked to me for the entire three weeks we were at camp. When he did, it was usually to order me around." "That had to suck," I said, realizing that I was talking to Pete like he was one of my gay friends. Not that I had any gay friends. The only gay person that I knew well enough to talk to was Nick. "You bet it did," he said, laughing. "I always hated it when the older kids acted like they were the kings of the world." "Yeah," I said as the pizza guy knocked on the door. Pete got up to answer the door, and I could see a definite bulge in the front of his pants. That made me instantly hard. I was kind of disappointed that the pizza had arrived. I knew that meant that we would start the movie, and then we would be quiet. I wanted to hear more about the guy that Pete had wanted to sleep with. "Well, let's eat," he said as he brought the pizza back into the living room and sat it on the coffee table. "I am hungry," I admitted. Pete put the movie in the VCR, and we sat there eating pizza and being very quiet. I don't think that I watched the movie at all. I couldn't tell you for the life of me what happened in it. I kept thinking about Pete wanting to have sex with a guy. I had to admit that I was letting my hope that Pete was actually gay get the better of me. I wanted so bad to believe that Pete wanted to have sex with me, but I knew that was just a wish that would never be granted. If Pete were gay, he would most definitely go for Nick. I was too young. I knew that, and I cursed my age. I hadn't realized how tired I was until I started to nod off in the middle of the movie. I don't think Pete noticed, because he didn't say anything to me about it. I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I did open my eyes wide when I felt his legs under my head. I'd fallen asleep and toppled over into his lap! What was really strange was that I didn't know exactly when that had happened. He hadn't done anything to try and make me move, and I wasn't trying to get up, either. Then, I felt his hand on my hair, and I thought I would cum right then and there. I tried really hard to pretend that I was still asleep, and I guess I did pretty well, because he never let on that he knew I was awake. I realized just how far into his lap I was lying when I felt his hard dick throb against my face. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I never wanted it to end. I just kept pretending I was asleep, because I thought that if he knew I was awake, he would tell me to get up. He ran his fingers through my hair, and it felt hot. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I felt his stomach lurch as he leaned down toward me. Then I felt his soft lips touch my temple softly. After that he must have known that I was awake. "We could go to my bedroom," he said in that sexy, husky voice of his, confirming my suspicion that he knew that I was awake. I lifted my head, and Pete stood up. He took me by the hand and led me back to his room. Pete turned on the light, and then turned around to face me, and I melted into his arms. I could feel his hard dick throbbing against the top of my stomach. His lips found my neck, and he was kissing me and sucking on my neck, driving me wild. His hands traced my backbone all the way to my tailbone, and then he grabbed both cheeks of my ass and squeezed them gently through the fabric of my jeans. I could feel my own dick straining against my jeans. He brought his hands back up to my shoulders and then he was unbuttoning my shirt. He bent down and kissed me every few seconds, and I thought my knees would buckle. When he had my shirt off, he turned me around and started to kiss the nape of my neck. He leaned further and trailed kissed half way down my back. Then he reached around me and unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my jeans. He tugged at my jeans until the fell away. When he slipped his hands into my briefs and grasped my hard dick, I thought I would cum right there. He pulled his hand back and pushed my briefs down. I stepped out of them as he gently pushed me face first onto his bed. Pete dropped to his knees behind me and started biting the tips of my ass cheeks, setting me on fire. He reached his hands through my legs and pulled my balls back through the V. He lapped at them with his tongue, and I was in Heaven. He started running his tongue up and down the crack of my ass, and he left kisses around my hole. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to fuck me, but my ass was begging for his attention. He touched the tip of his tongue to my ass hole and my whole body shuddered. He licked at my hole, and gnawed at it with his teeth. Then I felt him slide a saliva soaked finger inside me, and my entire body was on fire. It was the strangest and most erotic feeling I had ever experienced. He went deeper and inserted another finger, and I bucked back on his fingers like a wanton slut. I almost came when I felt the head of his dick push against my ass hole. I didn't even know he had gotten out of his clothes. I guess he was just super talented. "Do you want my dick?" he asked with that sexy voice, and I started begging for it. I bucked my hips and tried to drive his dick into me. He flipped me over and pulled my legs up. He rested my ankles on his shoulders and applied more force with his dick to the entrance of my ass. I never imagined being fucked could feel so good! After the initial pain of his entry, my body relaxed and the pleasure hit me. He kept hitting something buried in my ass that sent waves of pleasure through my entire body. My dick started to swell, and I thought I was about to cum. I could feel his hips slapping into the backs of my thighs, and his balls were bouncing off of my tailbone. I had all of him inside of me, and I never felt so full in my life. He fucked me like a pro, and I took everything he gave me. I felt my own balls tighten against my body at the same time that Pete's dick swelled inside me. He stopped pumping, and my dick erupted as I felt wave after wave of his hot cum flood my insides. He leaned down and crushed my lips with his, and I thought I would die. His tongue scraped across my lips, and I opened my mouth to give him access. He rubbed his tongue across mine, and I gripped his body with my arms. He collapsed on top of me, and then before I knew it, my legs were down, I was on my side with his arms around me, and we were asleep.