"Plaquemines Parish" Part 16
By: Pee Jay
The next morning I was up early as usual. I sat in the kitchen
waiting for the coffee pot to crank out its brew. When it was ready, I poured
myself a cup and went upstairs to shower and dress. I had a little over an hour
before Bill was due to drive me to school for the admission test.
When I made it to the top of the stairs, I heard
Mike and Steve laughing in their room with the door closed. I went over and
banged on the door with my fist yelling, "Coffee's ready." Grinning to myself,
I headed for the bathroom to start my routine. I heard Mike yell, "Sport," but
couldn't make out the rest of it.
After showering and dressing, I sat at the kitchen table with
my backpack, reading and waiting for Mike and Steve. They came down together
then we chatted for a few minutes and they left for work wishing me good luck.
A while later, Bill rang the bell so I let him in then retrieved my backpack
from the kitchen. He took the pack then I locked the door behind him. I went
out the back door, locking it and setting the alarm.
On the way to school, Bill said that Mom's car was parked at
his house. When I asked why, he said he drove her to work; she was at the
corporate offices for the day. After the test, I was supposed to walk to his
house on Elysian Fields, about six or eight blocks, and take her car. He gave
me a chain with Mom's car keys and a key to his house with a slip of paper
showing the burglar alarm code in case I had to go inside. Bill was going as
far as the principal's office then leaving as soon as he could for the office.
According to him, we were going to Natchez and other points of interest that
weekend. We were to leave Friday morning, returning late Sunday afternoon. He
said he would make sure Mark's request for time off was approved and I should
inquire at work and let him know the outcome as soon as possible.
I assured him I would; I was ready to burst with joy at the
prospect of spending two nights with my main man, Mark. I rather liked the
sound of that and repeated it mentally a few times. I also squeezed my crotch
under the backpack on my lap. I liked that a lot, too!
The test went fine. In fact, it seemed too easy. The hardest
part was writing an essay in Spanish. I was rusty, as I hadn't used it since
the previous school year. After the test, I walked to Bill's place to get Mom's
car. There was no reason to go inside so I hopped in and fired it up. I put the
air conditioner on high then called Mark; it was a little before noon; I was
hoping we could have lunch if he were up to it. A couple of rings and he
"Hey, what's happening?"
"I just finished the test. You wannna have lunch?"
"Sure, where are you? I'll pick you up."
"I'm at Bill's house. I have Mom's car so I'll come get you;
"Cool; I have to take a shower first. Mom's at work so I'll
leave the back door open. See ya soon, lover boy," then he hung up.
The words `lover boy' resounded fondly in my head. I decided
to get moving. If I hurried, maybe I could get a little show or, better yet,
the real deal. It was a good thought; one I couldn't get out of my head.
I got confused when I turned off the main road so I had to go back
to the highway and start in again. It took longer than it should have. When I
got there, he was sitting on the front porch waiting, looking hot as hell. I
pulled in the driveway then watched him walk toward the car. I couldn't help
picturing him naked and hard, lying on top of me.
As he lowered himself to the seat, I lowered my seat to a
reclining position. He pulled the door closed then looked at me, "What the hell
are you doing?"
"For you, dummy. Are you going to take advantage of me or just
"Hello! In case you didn't notice, we have neighbors around
here. Would you mind acting normal at least until we get out of the
neighborhood?" Then he hitched his seatbelt, looking straight ahead.
I sighed then raised my seat and strapped myself in. He sure
didn't have a problem putting his arm around me in front of my family. But, put
the shoe on the other foot, and he's all worried about appearances. What's
"Okay," I said, putting the car in reverse. "I can tell when
I'm not wanted."
As the car started moving, I turned around to look out the
back window. He squeezed my crotch causing me to depress the accelerator making
the tires screech. As quickly as I could, I jammed my foot on the brake and the
car came to a screeching halt lurching back and forth.
"Jesus Christ, are you trying to make me have an accident?" I
"I didn't know it worked like a joystick," he said then
I hesitated then started laughing, too. After all, it was
funny and he was trying to make me feel good. We hit the drive-thru window at a
burger joint then drove to City Park. We ate and talked about the coming
weekend. What we wanted to do and how much we were looking forward to it. We were
both excited about spending two nights together.
Half way through the meal, I noticed him staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing ... well actually there is something." He said then set
his burger on the wrapper in his lap. He flung his hair off his forehead then
said, "I want to tell you something."
I took his hand and held it weaving our fingers together. I
rather knew where he was headed but I wanted to hear him say it. I stroked his
arm to assure him everything was okay. Then, I had the strongest urge to kiss
"I care a lot for you, Val," he said.
I was aware of what he was trying to say and hoped I wasn't
reading too much into it. I felt the same way but I couldn't bring myself to be
the first to say it.
Then I said, "I really like you too."
"Val," he said. "It's hard for me to say stuff like that but I
wanted you to know. I want us to be together for a long time."
Those were the sweetest words he could have said. I put my arm
around his shoulder and kissed him gently on the mouth. "We are together and
it's going to be a long time if I have anything to say about it."
After we ate, we walked around the botanical gardens grabbing,
groping and kissing when no one was nearby. There was a lot of cool stuff to
look at too. After a while, it was getting late and we had to think about work
so we made it a point to come back. There was too much to see in one afternoon
and it was all so interesting.
I stopped the car in Mark's driveway. Before he got out, he
apologized for being paranoid earlier; then we had the sweetest kiss. I told
him it was no big deal, and it really wasn't, as far as I was concerned. I totally
understood where he was coming from; then I told him if he were truly contrite
he would kiss me again; it worked. We had a long kiss with tongue action; it
was difficult to part when it was over. I watched him walk away until he
disappeared inside the house; then I backed the car out of the driveway and
When I got there, I called Mike and Steve telling them what
Bill said about the weekend then I went to work. Work went well and so did my
request for time off.
I'd spent a lot of time those few days thinking about the
weekend, wondering what would happen between Mark and me after lights out. The
only thing that concerned me was the physical part. I'd never had anything up
there except a finger and Mark had a big banana. That's what bothered me.
Monday, when I gathered the dirty laundry from Mike and
Steve's closet, I noticed a dildo on the shelf. I was momentarily stunned and a
little more than surprised at the thought of them having one, let alone using
it. It was taunting me with the tip of the head peeking out. I could almost
hear it whisper, "Touch me, touch me." Then I imagined it winking at me and had
I couldn't stand it any longer so I reached out taking it in
my hand, turning it over to examine it. Man, it was huge! I held it in my right
hand and slapped it on my left palm a couple times. It was weird
looking. I replaced it situating it exactly as I found it then closed the door.
The thing was, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Thursday morning after Mike and Steve left for work, I had an
idea. I went to the closet where I saw their toy. When I opened the door, it
was right there looking at me! I picked it up and twirled it around a couple
I decided to borrow it so I hid it under my mattress. I
thought I might be able to break myself in, so to speak. You know, get ready
for the real McCoy type thing. I was already willing, I needed to be skilled
and therein lay my predicament. Mark and I had talked about doing it, about
going all the way. The thing of it was ... I had never done it before so I wanted
to be ready.
That night after work, I fetched the fake phallus from under
my mattress. After placing it on the nightstand, I turned the desk light off. I
had lotion in the drawer of the nightstand so I took it out. I pulled the
covers down then fluffed the pillows. I knelt down and felt around on the floor
for the towel I stashed. I pulled it out and spread it over the bed. I was
about to climb in when I noticed the door ajar. I closed and locked it
remembering Mike's penchant for popping in at the worst of times.
I situated myself face up in bed with the lights out. I played
with myself thinking about Mark, his hard dick, and what it would feel like
inside me. Apparently, it was a good thought because I started to bone up
quickly, which didn't surprise me. Who wouldn't bone up thinking about him? His
muscles, good looks and that banana that hung between his legs was more than
enough imagery to get me started. I had one finger in my butt so I stuck the dildo
in my mouth, imagining it was Mark. I put it in a little too far triggering the
gag reflex then had to draw it out. I coughed and gagged a few times as I laid
it down next to me trying not to be too loud.
When I thought about it, that was a stupid thing to do; Mark
wouldn't have done it like that, he would have thrust himself into my mouth.
And this fake plastic penis was cold, not warm like him and much bigger.
I took some lotion and lubed my crack taking care to work some
inside. I took another dose and applied it to the plastic probe. With one hand
on my joystick, as Mark called it, I pulled my legs up to my chest then moved
the thing against my hole applying steady pressure. "Oh my God!, Oh my God!" was
all I could say.
There was no way it was going to slide in, no frigging way. I
pushed a little harder forcing myself to lower my feet to the bed, arching my
back. The more force I applied, the more my crack constricted forcing me inch
up the bed until finally, I banged my head on the headboard saying, "Ouch."
That made my dick go soft so I resolved to start anew, this
time with a little more stamina. I decided to scoot back down the bed, adjust
the towel then put it in. I was determined to get the job done and stop acting
like a prima donna. I resolved to take it like a man or whatever, but it was
going in, and going in that night, even if it took all night.
I started stroking myself thinking about Mark on top of me
with his hard dick between my legs. I began to rise to the occasion as I teased
myself rubbing the head of the dildo up and down my crack pausing at my hole as
the mental image of Mark getting ready to screw me came into focus.
I forced the head inside and let out a cry of pain. The thing
popped out as I involuntarily released it then my ass slammed shut. Holy fuck! I
rubbed my crack with my hand to massage the sensation away. Damn, that hurt
like hell. I couldn't think of a way to get it in short of using Novocain. I
held it with both hands between my legs pointing the stupid thing at my ass
wondering if I just plunged it in, would it go. I supposed it would but it
would probably have sent me through the wall in the process.
The ordeal wasn't going all that well so I decided to call it
off. If anything was going up there, it wasn't going to be that cold,
ridiculously oversized version of a boner. It was going to be the real McCoy
and I wasn't entirely sure that was going to work, either. Christ, what was I
thinking? That thing was huge, much bigger than Mark by a long shot. I relaxed
a bit then jerked myself to a satisfying climax. I'd had enough experimenting for
one night so I rolled onto my side hugging my pillow with another one held
snuggly between my legs. Sleep overtook me in no time.
The next morning, I wrapped Mike and Steve's dildo in the
towel and stowed it under the mattress. I was going to wait until they were
downstairs or in the spa to clean it up and replace it. I couldn't help
wondering which one of them used it. `Maybe Mike,' I mused silently. `After
all, he has the capacity to be a big ass at times.' Not really, but I couldn't
resist laughing out loud over the idea.
There was a loud pounding at the door making my body jerk with
surprise. I quickly patted the mattress to make sure the dildo was well hidden
then said, "Yes, Mike?" Good God, he had the uncanny ability to surface at the
most inopportune times.
He laughed in the hallway then tried to open the door. He
twisted the doorknob a couple times then said, "Can I come in?"
"Depends," I said. "What do you want?" Then I laughed though I
could feel the heat in my cheeks. I hoped like hell he wasn't looking for the
I walked to the door then unlocked it drawing it open.
"Why is the door locked and what are you up to in there?" he
said inviting himself in.
"It's my new security measures; you know, to keep intruders
out. And I'm up to five feet ten inches in here, why?"
He chuckled as I made my way to the bed to lie down. I didn't
want him sitting on the bed and possibly feeling something bulky under the
With nothing further to stir up, Mike said, "Is the coffee
"I don't know. I haven't been downstairs yet." The translation
being, `No I haven't made the coffee.'
"Okay," he said then turned to go.
As he passed through the doorway, I said, "Will you close the
door, please." I knew that would irk him and felt extremely good about it.
He closed the door a little too firmly, verifying my
suspicions. I reveled inwardly cracking a smile.
I hopped out of bed making my way to the door then locked it.
Next to the bed, I dropped to my knees. I was going to move the dildo to the
pillow end of the mattress until I could clean and replace it.
I had just finished moving it when someone tried the door.
Shit, now what the hell does he want? And worse, now he definitely knows
something's up, son of a bitch!
"What now?" I said loudly.
"Open this door," Mike demanded.
`Damn it,' was all I could think. `What's his eff'g problem?'
I opened the door and held my ground looking him in the eye.
"What?" I asked. "Do you wanna watch or something?" I was
hoping the inference to masturbating would be enough to get him off my back. As
far as embarrassing him, it would never happen in a million years.
He started grinning so I shook my head rolling my eyes as I
moved to sit at the computer. I turned it on and tried my best to look
disgusted. I guess it worked because Mike said, "Sorry, Sport," then went
downstairs, thank God.
After packing a suitcase I borrowed from Steve, I placed it
next to the front door then went to join them; they were relaxing in the spa. I
placed a lawn chair in front of them and sat down. They were sitting on the
edge, dangling their legs in the water.
"You guys gonna be okay while I'm gone?"
Steve said, "It's gonna be tough but we'll manage."
"Oh, okay," I said. "Well, don't manage too good."
Mike laughed, which wasn't well received on my end. I was
trying to say goodbye for two days. That would be the longest we were apart
since I moved in and Mike was making light of it, the twit.
"So where all are you going?" he asked.
"Natchez for sure; beyond that, I don't know. Mark and Bill
have been talking at the club so I guess Mom and I will find out when we get
there. Besides, I don't really care. We're going to have our own room," I
As soon as I said it, my face heated up. I was so looking
forward to it; I hadn't thought about what I said or the implication. I was
frustrated with my lack of forethought.
"Your own room, huh?"
Mike said. "Why's that such a big deal?" Mike looked at Steve and then back at
me, with a big grin on his face, Steve was smiling, too. "Oh, you have
something planned!" He wiggled his eyebrows.
I stood up and started walking
away saying, "See you guys Sunday."
Mike said loudly, "Come here, Sport, we didn't say goodbye."
I raised my hand and waved as I walked toward the house; that
was my goodbye. And I didn't feel the least bit good about it. I was
embarrassed by Mike's comment and felt stupid for having said anything in the
I sat at the kitchen table to wait, feeling like shit. Yeah
sure, I was spending the next two days with Mark, which was a big deal to me. Why
couldn't Mike be happy for me? Why did he have to make light of the situation?
I certainly didn't see the humor in it. I wanted him and Steve to be happy for
us. Above all, I wanted them to miss me as I was sure to miss them. It was a
The back door opened and Steve entered the kitchen followed by
Mike. "Val?" he asked.
I sat there motionless, "Yeah?"
Steve came from behind hugging me tightly, "Val, we hope you
have a good weekend. We're going to miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you, too," I said. Then I stood up, turned
around and hugged him back. It felt really good to hear him say that.
"Come here, Sport," Mike said as he approached.
I hugged him as he stepped into me.
"I'm going to miss you, Sport."
That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I relished the sound of
it. "I'm gonna miss you too, Mike." Then I squeezed the big oaf as hard as I
could. It was one of those `Mike' moments. The kind where you want to pound him
one minute then the next he makes everything okay.
When we parted, Steve winked at me. I couldn't resist smiling.
He was the best.
The doorbell rang providing a welcome diversion.
"That's probably Mom and Bill," I said.
Steve said he would get it while I gathered my things. He
didn't know my stuff was at the front door so I took advantage to say, "I'm
going to take a leak. I'll be right back."
Mike pulled me into him again saying, "I hope you have a good
weekend, Sport. I'm gonna miss you."
"Thanks, Mike. I'm gonna miss you guys, too," I said meaning
When he let me go, he raised his hand toward my head and I ducked
"Mike! Are you trying to erase the good stuff?"
I would have killed him if he'd managed to mess my hair. I had
it arranged perfectly and it took some doing to get it that way. I had it
looking good for Mark and he was trying to ruin it. Man, I couldn't let my
guard down for a minute around him.
"You have nothing to worry about," he said. "Mark's got the
best looking sixteen-year-old in town."
"Yeah, right," I said on my way to the powder room. "Not if
you have anything to do with it and it's sixteen and ten-twelfths."
I heard him laughing as I closed the door then took a leak.
When I was close to the kitchen, I heard Steve say, "Yeah, I
Then Mike said, "Good, I hope he uses it."
"Uses What?" I asked rounding the corner.
"Nothing," Mike was quick to say. "Have a good time and we
want to see a lot of pictures when you get back." Then he corralled me with his
arm around my neck kissing me. I couldn't resist hugging him again, resting my
head on his chest. I guess I could have said I loved the big dude and it would
probably have been true; how could I not?
We picked Mark up on the way out of town. Bill said we were
taking the freeway to Baton Rouge then heading north to Natchez. Mark handed
him a map he printed off the Internet showing our intended route. They worked
it out at the club over the past few days.
"Thanks," Bill said placing it on the console. "We don't need
it. I have it programmed into the GPS."
Half way to Baton Rouge, Mark asked, "So Bill, have you guys
decided on a date for the wedding?"
"Yeah, next spring on May fifteenth, it's a Saturday. The
reception is going to be held at the club."
service is going to be nice, too," Mom said. "We're getting married in the
Cathedral-Basilica of St. Louis King of France."
going to give you away?" Mark asked.
little man," she said snickering.
ride was scenic for the most part. When I got bored, I copped a feel of the
soft hair on Mark's leg from time to time earning me a few smiles. Man, he
looked so damn sexy when he did that it made my heart race. I couldn't wait to
climb into bed with him later that night. It made me tremble with delight.
was curious about Mom's plans for the house so I asked, "What are you going to
do with the house in Plaquemines?"
keep it as a weekend getaway. You know, something like we would call a cottage
up North. Since the marina is within easy walking distance, we can take Bill's
boat or go by car. We want to plant a big garden there next spring with flowers
sounded like a good idea. The house was much better now that Mom had it updated
and enlarged. It was actually nice. The possibility of Mark and I using it
crossed my mind, too. Maybe she would let Mike and Steve use it as well. It
didn't seem like a stretch; after all, we were basically family even if it was
a little unorthodox.
signs announcing the distance to Natchez began to appear just in time, we were all
ready to be there. Although the scenery was beautiful, it became repetitious
after a while and sitting stationary in the back seat, as comfortable as it was,
was beginning to take its toll on the pressure points.
GPS guided us to the front door of the Natchez Grand Hotel. We piled out of the
car, more than happy to stretch our legs.
the front desk, I said, "I can pay for our room."
smiled and said, "You'll have to take that up with your mother. I'll get the
room for me and Mark." Then he glanced at Mom before turning to the desk.
couldn't believe what my ears were hearing. I wasn't going to room with Mark!
What the hell? I was completely dumbfounded. Dammit, we came all this way for
me to spend two nights with Mom! What's that? You could have scraped me off the
carpet, I was that floored. I turned around to look at Mark as I raised my
eyebrows and opened my mouth as if to say, `I can't believe it.'
looked every bit as confused as I was. We walked across the lobby toward our
the hell's going on?" Mark asked.
if I know. I have no idea. I could have sworn Mom was going to room with Bill.
This really sucks."
Mark said. "Here they come."
picked up Mom's suitcase and mine while Mark gathered his and Bill's bag. They
stopped in front of us then Bill took his bag from Mark. Mom extended her hand
holding a plastic card, "Here," she said. "This is yours and Mark's room key,"
she had a sly grin on her face.
took the keycard then looked at Bill who was grinning. Then I couldn't resist
smiling as I looked at Mark, "C'mon; let's get going," I said trying to act
like nothing happened.
headed for the elevators, Mark and I taking the lead. Man, the whole trip almost
turned into a fiasco there, whew! I guess the joke was on us although it didn't
seem very funny. Either way, it worked out as planned so that was a good thing.
I hoped that was the last of the close calls.
elevator stopped at the third floor then Bill said, "Meet us in the lobby at
six for dinner. Wear long pants and a collared shirt."
Bill," Mark said. "Where are we going?"
be determined," he said. "If we decide on somewhere nice, I don't want the
dress code to keep us from being seated. We're in room four-twenty-five if you
Mark said then we exited the elevator.
in room three-forty," Mom said. "Keep your phone on if you go out."
I mimicked Mark's reply with a salute then the doors closed.
at last," Mark said. "C'mon; let's see what our room looks like."
I followed him down the hall. Now that everything was in
place, I was a little nervous. I could feel the butterflies flitting around in
my stomach and yet I was one hundred percent certain I wanted to follow
through; that much was clear. I knew I cared for him, cared a
lot even. What bothered me was the lack of obstacles. In the past, there was
always something standing in the way, but that wasn't the case now. As much as
I wanted it to happen, it was a little scary, too.
remembered the conversation I had with Mike. He said, `Never do anything with
anyone if it didn't feel right'. This felt right yet I was ambivalent, unable
to determine why.
handed Mark the keycard then he let us in. He was first in the room saying,
"Wow, this is real nice. I wonder how much it costs?"
cares," I said. "Mom's paying; so enjoy."
walked to the window drawing the drapes open revealing a magnificent view of
the Mississippi. The hotel was situated on a bluff overlooking the river so the
panorama stretched a good distance up and down river. It made for a
really something," I said placing my arms around him from behind. Then I kissed
his neck, resting my chin on his shoulder. He felt good in my arms, real good.
river looked lazy, with a few boats moving at a snail's pace. There were no
waves or evidence of motion. If you didn't know north from south, you would
have no idea the direction of the current. Still, it was very calming and awe inspiring,
the term romantic came to mind.
I said. "I like you a lot."
wanted to say `love' but I didn't. That would be a big step, one I wasn't ready
to take or, at least, admit to. Christ, I wanted the doubt to go away; I wanted
to hear a positive response resonate. I wanted reassurance that I wasn't alone,
turned around then we kissed softly resting our heads next to one another for a
few moments. He slowly moved his hands under my T-shirt massaging my back. I
did the same.
gonna start purring in a minute," he said.
away," I said. "I'll scratch behind your ears if you like."
tightened his grip then purred, "Mmmmm."
made me smile and wiggle into his arms as I tightened my hold on him. A minute
or so into it, he leaned back, kissed me then said, "Let's go exploring. I want
to see if I can find something for Mom ... and her husband," he added
I want to get something for Mike and Steve, too."
parted with a quick kiss to sort through our bags. I was looking for the
toiletries I had sealed in a Ziploc bag.
found what he was looking for then headed for the bathroom. As he passed, he
said, "How long were you planning to be gone?"
do you mean?"
packed enough clothes for a couple weeks,"
laughed on his way to the bathroom. "Hurry up," he hollered.
felt the bag below some jeans and hauled it out. It was much larger than I remembered.
Upon closer scrutiny, I could see a handwritten note inside. I opened the bag
to find a plastic bottle of lube, some condoms and a strange looking clear
plastic probe with a flange on the end.
quickly glanced at the bathroom to see if Mark noticed. He didn't so I pulled
the note out and shoved the bag under some clothes lowering the lid of the
suitcase. I sat on the floor to read it.
We're enclosing this care package in the hopes you have a good
time. Above all, be careful and use the condoms if that's what you decide.
Don't forget, never do anything you don't feel comfortable doing. And remember,
we love you and miss you.
Mike & Steve
almost started crying when I finished reading. I knew they cared but seeing it
in writing was something altogether different. I couldn't take my eyes off the
words `we love you'. I swallowed hard trying to stifle watery eyes. I never
felt so sentimental as I did at that moment.
found my toiletries in the suitcase then went to the bathroom to splash my face
and straighten myself. Mark moved to the toilet while I stepped up to the sink.
He pulled the waistband of his boxers down grabbing his dick. I couldn't help
staring at its reflection in the mirror. It was so hot the way he pulled the
foreskin back exposing the head of his magic wand. Magic because all he had to
do was wave it and I rose to the occasion. I was so thankful I was gay. I didn't
think anything could be more titillating. I looked up to see Mark smiling in
all yours, Sport," he said. "I've been saving myself for you."
can keep right on saving yourself if you don't get over the Sport thing."
he could use it on me anytime, anywhere he wanted and it would be perfectly
fine, out of this world as far as that goes. However, there was no way I was
going to tolerate `Sport' from him, no way. If he wanted to stick me with that
thing then he'd better start calling me by my given name. I reserved the right
to cave on that one though. The stimulation was much too strong to make it a steadfast
rule. And secretly, I think I kinda liked it.
sorry," he said. "I won't do it again."
okay," I said. Though I really wished, he wouldn't get in the habit.
didn't matter coming from Mike or Steve; they were older, but Mark was different.
He was the one I wanted to be with. My ... `other half' ... as I regarded him, my
boyfriend. The person that piqued and taunted every provocative thought, the
only one that could scratch that itch, the only one I wanted to scratch that
itch, in fact, the reason the itch existed in the first place.
put his tool back in his pants allowing me to look away, finally. He rinsed his
hands, dried them then ran his finger from the bottom of my crack to the top.
ready yet?" he asked.
Oh, wait a minute," I said tugging at my shorts to give my hard dick some room.
"I have to get my money and camera."
rode the elevator down then used the exit that opened to downtown and the
shops. We strolled a few blocks then noticed an interesting store so we went
was inspecting the candles, the same as he did when we visited Mom. I made a
mental note, thinking it would probably make a good gift for him when the
occasion arose. I found a cool baseball cap that I thought would look good on
Steve so I picked it up. He had that boyish quality about him enabling him to
pull it off. Mike, on the other hand, was going to be harder to buy for. I
found a nice polo shirt that would look good on him but it was too expensive so
I kept browsing.
you like this shirt?" Mark asked.
I think it would look hot on you."
was thinking of you."
darn near started laughing. It was a muscle shirt and I was definitely not in
Mark's class when it came to muscles.
gotta be kidding. I would look like an idiot wearing that thing."
don't have to be a body builder to look good in it. It's the look not
necessarily the body and you have a nice one so why not show it off? You have
good definition, too."
don't know. I'd feel kinda dumb wearing it like I'm pretending to be something
I buy it, will you wear it?"
a moment's thought, I said, "Well, okay," reluctantly.
could always wear it in the backyard around the spa and he would be the only
one to see me. That would be harmless enough, and if he liked it; well, I guess
I could do it for him. It was sweet of him to think that much of me.
he said then turned to go.
smiled as he walked away. He was so nice and thoughtful; I couldn't help
thinking how lucky I was and how much he meant to me. He was my boyfriend! I
liked the sound of that.
decided on a nice T-shirt for Mike that I thought he would wear. He didn't have
many so I was sure he'd get some use out of it and, if I was right, hopefully
phone started buzzing in my pocket. Caller ID indicated the hotel so I passed
it to Mark. He didn't mind taking the call and I was happy to be out of the
loop. I watched him as he looked at the floor talking. When he hung up he said,
"Bill wants us to meet them in the lobby in fifteen minutes. We better get
paid and made our way back to the hotel.
the way, Mark said, "Here," handing me the bag with the shirt he bought then I
our room, we changed clothes and freshened up in the bathroom then headed for
the lobby to meet Mom and Bill. They were waiting on us when we arrived.
are we going for dinner?" Mark asked.
seafood place downtown," Bill said. "We're going to walk. It's only a few
blocks from here. Let's get moving so we don't miss our reservation."
went out the same exit Mark and I used earlier. Outside the hotel, Mom said,
"What did you guys do this afternoon?"
went shopping," Mark said.
was walking next to Bill ahead of us. She turned to look over her shoulder. I
couldn't figure out why so I said, "Mark bought a gift for his mother and I got
something for Mike and Steve."
nodded and said, "That's nice," then turned around.
had his arm around her as we walked, which didn't really bother me in and of
itself. I was still getting used to the idea of Mom being romantically involved.
I was glad for her because she was my mother. I was for anything that would
make her happy and Bill seemed to do just that. I knew she deserved it but I
had sex on the brain. Mom and Bill? I didn't want to think about it.
best part of dinner was the hors d'oeuvres and wine. Bill ordered a tray of
assorted appetizers and cheeses and a French red wine that I never heard of; it
all tasted delicious. It could have been a standalone meal.
dinner, we walked down to the river, leisurely strolling along the banks
watching the boats and lights reflecting off the water. It was a pleasant
evening with the moon and stars overhead; the effect of the water was soothing
too. After a while, Mom and Bill stopped at a bench and said they were going to
sit and would see us on our way back or in the morning. We said good night to
each other then Mark and I continued walking.
A few minutes later, I slipped my hand into Mark's; he
smiled raising it to his mouth then kissed it. He directed us toward a
park bench a few paces beyond the sidewalk then we sat down to relish the grace
and beauty before us. As we sat treasuring the view, it was plain to see how
the river acquired monikers like `the mighty Mississippi' and `old man river'. Its
quiet strength had a solemn reverence that must have been an inspiration to
many. It was almost humbling to observe something so smooth and supple yet
powerful enough to cause devastation.
are you thinking?" Mark asked placing his arm around my shoulder.
rested my head against his saying, "Among other things, the river."
was all he said.
sat for the longest time in silence, occasionally kissing and holding hands; neither
of us feeling the need to speak. A soft touch here or gentle caress there
followed by a smile was all we needed. It was the most romantic time we'd
spent; I wished silently for many more.
later Mark asked, "Are you ready to go?"
didn't want to leave since our time there was so exceptional but it was getting
I suppose. I'm getting tired. It's been a long day." The wine had taken its
rose and walked in the direction of the hotel. We were the only ones along the
river at that time of night so we embraced, kissed and held hands, anything we
felt like doing. It was nice and liberating not having to hide or be discreet
with our affections. I told Mark how I wished things could be like that all the
time and he agreed.
in the room, we undressed then climbed into bed. We lay in each other's arms
for a while happy to be where we were, alone together. We were tired from the
events of the day. Eventually we did a little sucking and stroking then went to
sleep satisfied and secure in each other's embrace. It was great, sort of like
having our own place.
next morning dawned much too soon for us. Not because we didn't sleep well;
that we did. Too early because we had to face the reality of the day, had to
pry ourselves apart and participate, when all we really wanted was to stay put.
don't want to get up," Mark said.
I brushed the hair from his eyes, those eyes! Would I ever get tired or used to
looking into them, into his soul? He was the best thing that ever happened to
me. I could have stayed there all day wrapped in his arms.
strange thing was, the sex wasn't the most important thing. Sure, I wanted it,
enjoyed and looked forward to it even. The point was, I was there with him and
we were together, neither one of us cared about anything outside our little
world. He was the one that made it right in a special kind of way.
was lying on my side with him pressed up against my backside. He had his arm
over me and I had my arm over his with our fingers intertwined when the phone
answer it," Mark said.
you answer it."
he said reaching for the phone.
he hung up he said, "That was Bill. He wants us to meet them in the dining room
at eight. It's seven-thirty now. C'mon, we can shower together," then he
slapped me on my bare ass.
didn't hurt," he said sarcastically.
went to start the shower while I took a minute to stretch in bed. I watched him
walk toward the bathroom with his dick pointing at the ceiling, the head barely
visible peeking out of his foreskin. It was hot as hell looking. I pulled my
boner back a couple times letting it slap on my stomach.
you coming?" he hollered from the bathroom.
I hollered back. Christ, we were supposed to be on vacation so what was the big
pulled the shower curtain open to peek inside. Mark was playing with himself,
gently stroking his upright hard dick protruding from a light brown bush. I was
fascinated watching the foreskin slide over the head then draw back exposing
his big knob.
looked up and smiled, "Ready to play?"
was a dumb question so I said, "Maybe," then I stepped in the shower with my
dick harder than ever. I didn't want to appear overly eager but I guess my
hard-on was a dead giveaway.
stroked and kissed each other for a while until we simultaneously climaxed.
When I started to squirt, I moved closer and let my cream run through his
pubes. I was sure the feel of them on the head of my dick was good for an
additional squirt. Mark's cum covered my hand slowly spreading over it. When he
finished, I rubbed it on my still hard dick and shuddered at the sensation.
started laughing, "What was that?" he asked.
was the icing on the cake," I replied and it really was. I loved the feel of his
icing on my hard dick. Hell, it made me shudder, that should tell him how good
here, lover boy," he said pulling me close. We came together with a wet slap;
his body was so firm and muscular.
embraced and started kissing again. He was a damn good kisser too and since I
liked romantic stuff; well, I was getting all worked up again.
parted and he gave me a quick peck on the lips then said, "We better get a move
on or we're gonna be late."
and it's going to be embarrassing if we're too late."
bent over to take the soap from the soap dish. He grabbed one cheek of my ass
with his index finger running down my crack. He squeezed firmly then said,
"Man, that's one hot ass."
reached behind me pulling on his dick and said, "That's one hot tamale," then
had to chuckle.
down there, Val and hand me the soap."
did as he said handing him the soap then he proceeded to wash my ass forcing a
little soap inside. He waited for the shower to rinse it off then knelt behind
me and started working my hole with his tongue. Oh my God and son of a bitch
that felt good! I widened my stance then bent over some more pushing my ass onto
his tongue. `Holy shit' was all I could think. It was fantastic; I didn't want
him to stop.
like that?" he asked.
Maria!" I said meaning it in a heavenly sense because it was definitely out of
this world. Man, if a tongue felt that good what would that big boner of his be
giggled then slapped my ass saying, "That's all you get for now."
Christ, I felt like I had been deprived of something, punished more or less. It
didn't seem fair so I stood up and said, "Who put you in charge anyway?"
did when you bent over." Then he pulled my hard dick and released it letting it
slap against my stomach.
had to think about that. There was something inherently true though I couldn't
quite grasp the meaning. I rolled it over in my mind as we hurried to finish.
and Bill were sitting in the middle of the dining room eating when we entered.
I stopped next to Mom bending over to kiss her on the cheek. When I
straightened up, I patted Bill on the shoulder, "Good morning," I said.
morning," they both responded.
Bill, Mrs. Milner," Mark said nodding at them.
both responded then Mom asked of no one in particular, "What are we doing
was all ears taking my seat next to Mark; I was aware of a few things but not
the whole itinerary.
began, "First, we're going to The Grand Natchez Village and Emerald Mound not
far from the airport. After that, we're picking up the Natchez Trace Parkway
for maybe fifty miles then we'll have lunch."
we going to the Natchez Visitor Center?" Mark asked. He'd been planning the
trip with Bill and mentioned it several times. He was excited about it, looking
forward to it, too.
Bill said. "We'll see it before we leave."
finished breakfast then Bill signed the tab. We made our way to the lobby. Mark
and I had to excuse ourselves briefly to get our money and my camera.
hit the Natchez Visitor Center before we left town then Emerald Mound, the
Grand Natchez Village and many miles of the Natchez Trace Parkway. Mark was
fascinated always wanting to know more and asking to borrow my camera. I
thought it was kinda cool but as the afternoon progressed, I began to get bored.
was into it, having done his research as well as drawing on his knowledge of
the region. That kind of thing was right up his alley so he had no trouble
staying interested and holding Mark's attention. He and Mark seemed to enjoy
each other's company and prod one another on. It didn't matter a great deal to
Mom and me, though we weren't rude about it. I didn't begrudge Mark his
heritage, though I wasn't interested to the point he was. I must say, the
landscape was beautiful, like nothing we'd ever seen; the knees of the Cypress
trees standing in the swamps with moss stretching toward the ground and
breathtaking views around every corner. It was late in the season making the
first hint of fall colors visible. It was easy to see how beautiful it would be,
the end of the afternoon, Mark and Bill wanted to see the Rosalie mansion built
on the site of the first European settlement in the area by the French called
Fort Rosalie so named in honor of the Duchess of Pontchartrain. Mom and I opted
to be dropped off at the Hotel since it was late in the day and we were both
burned out on history and heritage.
feel like having a glass of wine before taking a nap," Mom said. "Would you
care to join me?"
chose a table in the dining room away from the other patrons. Mom ordered a
carafe of white wine and some finger food then we waited for service.
"My transfer to New Orleans was approved," Mom said. "I start
working at the corporate offices after Labor day. Before I start, Bill and I
are going to take some time off and get away. We're going to spend Labor Day
weekend in Las Vegas."
"That's great, Mom. When do you
plan to make the move? If you need help just ask. Mark and I would be happy to
I was dreading the obvious
question. Specifically, did she want me to move in with her and Bill. There was
no doubt in my mind I loved Mom. The problem, as I saw it, was getting used to
a new set of living arrangements. Then there was the gay thing to consider. How
would that work? I was comfortable where I was and liked living with Mike and
Steve, not at all eager to leave.
"I appreciate your offer but I
don't have much to move," she said. "Everything is staying except for personal
things like clothes, pictures and maybe a few keepsakes from my mother. I
already have quite a few things at Bill's house. He hates when I call it his
house. He keeps telling me it's our house. He's going to change the title and
deed after the wedding."
"That's nice Mom. I'm happy for
"I would like you to move in once we're settled but I'm not
going to force you. If you decide to stay with Mike and Steve, I'm not going to
lie and say I like it. I will say, I understand the reasons why and want you to
be as happy with them as I am with Bill. In the mean time, I'll be spending
weekends in town. It would very nice if you could see your old mother and spend
some time with us. That's not asking too much is it?"
"I'll come over as often as you like and you're not old, Mom.
I haven't had a chance to tell you but I think Bill is a great guy. Mark likes
him too. You can tell by the way they get along so well."
She looked up smiling, "Thanks, honey. That means a lot to me.
Since your father passed away, it seems like we went our own way. I worry about
you, how you're doing, if you're enjoying yourself."
Oh boy, I know what she's leading up to. Here comes the part
about working, I can smell it.
"I'm doing fine, Mom. I'm having fun and everything," I said
trying to sound convincing.
Her eyes darted between her wine and me then she said, "Maybe
it would be better if you limited work to weekends when school starts. You're
going to be awful busy with school and work," she emphasized `and'.
"Mom, I thought we agreed to watch my grades. If they drop
then I have to quit or cut back on the hours. If they stay good, then I get to
keep working. And there's something else, I'm going to need a car and that job
is the only way I have to pay for it."
"If I recall correctly, that was Mike and Steve's solution and
Bill thought it was reasonable, too. I'm still not convinced."
"Well Mom, if they all agree, then what's the problem?"
"The problem is, I'm your mother and I want what's best for
you. I don't think going to school and working full time is what a sixteen year
old should be doing."
"Sixteen and ten-twelfths," I said. "I'll be seventeen in
She rolled her eyes trying to stifle a smile. I was pretty
sure I won that round.
"I love you, honey. You can't
blame me for being concerned."
"I love you too, Mom," then I half stood leaning over the
table and kissed her cheek. For the first time in my life, I felt like we
actually communed, as if we reached a new plateau. It was a moment I would
remember for a long time to come.
my car still parked at Mike and Steve's?"
it's in the garage on Mike's side so he doesn't have to move it every time he
can use that car to go back and forth between school, home and work. I asked
them to keep an eye on it so you aren't tooling around town."
I was allowed to use her car as if it were my own. It was practically brand new,
too! A new Ford Fusion and it was car of the year on top of that. Plus, it was
loaded with the best sound system available. Hell, it was loaded period. I
could hardly contain my enthusiasm.
a lot, Mom. But what are you going to drive?"
brother in law works at a Ford dealership. He's going to lease a Taurus for
sounded pretty good, actually damn good. I wondered if it would be easier to go
through life equipped like a woman. It seemed like men did more for women so that
was the impetus behind the thought. In any case, things seemed to be working
out lately. At least we weren't scraping by, worrying about every last penny.
drank our wine then went upstairs. I felt like I could have floated to the
third floor having been given, for the most part, my own car. In the elevator,
Mom said, "Would you like to have dinner with Bill and me or spend some time
would rather go with you and Bill. Would you mind if I let Mark decide and call
elevator stopped at the third floor. As the doors parted, Mom said, "It's fine
with me young man. Let us know as soon as you can."
kissed her again then said, "Okay, Mom," stepping into the hallway.
I walked toward the room, I contemplated her calling me young man. It was a
little confusing because it was the first time she ever said that though I
liked the sound of it, liked it a lot. It was her way of giving up ground, an
admonition of a sort. I resolved to be as worthy of her expectations as I could,
wanting to live up to and exceed them. That might sound corny to some, but that
was my intent and I was intent on making it happen.
was napping on top of the comforter with a pillow between my legs and one under
my head when I felt the weight of Mark's body on mine. I rolled over stretching
under him. "What time is it?"
to take your clothes off."
right," I said yawning. "We have to call Mom and Bill to let them know if we're
going to dinner with them or by ourselves."
an easy one. We're going alone."
that means we have to pay our own way and no wine with the meal."
maybe we should go with them."
laughed. "Whatever, you have to call and let them know."
decided to go with Mom and Bill then do our best to excuse ourselves as soon as
made reservations at a sushi restaurant. When the time came, I had no idea what
to order so Mark ordered for the two of us while Bill ordered for himself and
Mom. I was pleasantly surprised and ate more than my fair share. I especially liked
the soft-shelled crabs. When I tried to take the last one, Mark poked my hand
with his chopsticks.
what was that for?" I said withdrawing my hand.
would like to have at least one, if you don't mind."
and Bill thought it was humorous.
I said. "It's all yours," then I reached for something else with my chopsticks.
offered to get another order but we declined thanking him. There was plenty of
food on the table as it was. During the meal, Bill said how much he enjoyed the
day, which was all Mark needed to start in about the Grand Natchez Village and
almost every other thing we saw and did that day. He had picked up a printed
copy of known Natchez Indian words and their meaning. He was driving everyone
nuts trying to remember the word then pronounce it correctly. I was beginning
to understand why Steve was so adamant about not spending his vacation time in
offered to pay for our share of the meal since Bill had been shouldering most
of the expenses. He thanked me saying it wasn't necessary. I insisted on
leaving the tip so Bill gave in. When he told me how much to leave my eyes
almost bugged out. I was used to being on the other end of the tab so large
sums didn't faze me. When I was the one paying, those large tabs had an
entirely different significance.
walked leisurely back to the hotel. Mom and Bill went to their room saying they
were tired and that was the reason we cited to do the same. We said goodnight
to one another on the elevator then Mark and I got off at the third floor.
followed Mark as he walked down the hall toward our room. This was going to be
our last night together for who knew how long. It was a night I'd dreamt of
many times. Yet, as I followed along, I was nervous as hell. I couldn't help
thinking about what Mark expected and didn't get the night before. Then I
couldn't set the dildo scenario aside from two nights ago. I silently wished I
was staying in Mom's room. I knew it was dumb but that's how I felt and all I
could think about.
let us in the room then I made a beeline for the bathroom closing the door
behind me. After peeing, I checked myself out in the mirror then decided to
brush my teeth. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I opened the door
and turned the light off.
was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He had tuned the radio to
a soft rock station, swaying his foot to the music. He had turned the lamp on
the dresser off leaving one bedside lamp on. He looked damn good. Actually, the
truth be known, he looked hot as hell.
here, sexy," he said patting the bed next to him.
`This is it' I said to myself. I walked tentatively across the room then
climbed into bed. I toed my shoes off and flung them on the floor then rested on
the bed, draping an arm and leg over him. He turned to face me placing a hand
behind my head then we kissed.
lay looking into each other's eyes for a few moments before he said, "Are you
okay?" Then he slid his arm under my head resting it on my back.
didn't want to tell him the truth so I said, "Yeah."
how come you're trembling?" He turned on his side and wrapped his other arm
buried my face in the crook of his neck. "I don't know," was all I could manage
as I tightened my hold to put some tension on my muscles and stop jittering.
pulled his head back loosening his grip so we could see each other then ran his
fingers through my hair. He smiled and said, "I love you," then we kissed.
buried my face between his neck and shoulder saying, "I love you too," then I held
him fast. It was the most natural thing in the world making me feel light and
ethereal. I told him I loved him. I finally said it and meant it from the very
depths of my being. All I could do was hope and pray I got it right that time.
lay there for several minutes, he, softly rubbing my back, stopping
occasionally to pat it gently while I slowly calmed down. The tension
eventually eased as we lay secure, holding one another, my face nestled between
the pillow and his neck. If ever there were a defining moment that had to be
it. God, I loved him something fierce.
pulled my face back to speak, "Mark?"
kissed me then said, "Yeah?"
have something to show you." I got up and retrieved the Ziploc Mike and Steve
stashed in my suitcase. I handed it to him, minus the note, then snuggled up to
his backside kissing him and resting my arm on his stomach, my hand moving over
his chest. He felt so muscular and strong. I could feel the steady rhythm of
his heart beating as I moved my hand back and forth.
rolled to face me, smiling. I couldn't help it either then I had to kiss him,
and for the moment, everything seemed to be fine. The time was at hand and I
was ready or as ready as could be expected. He rolled on his back stretching
his arm across the bed to dim the light. A warm amber glow settled over the room
while the music played softly.
sat up to pull his socks off then began unbuttoning his shirt. I sat up placing
my hands on his arms to stop him. "Let me do that," I whispered just before I
slowly undid the top buttons sliding my hands inside to feel his chest and
nipples. It was a remarkable sight. I bent over running my tongue and lips over
one nipple while gently massaging the other with my fingers. His chest stopped
heaving as his breathing became light and irregular. I licked the other one,
savoring the taste and smell of him. It was a high I never wanted to end.
undid the rest of the buttons pulling the shirttails from his pants then ran my
hands over him as I kissed and licked my way down his chest and stomach to his
navel. God, he tasted good. I licked the soft fine hair that disappeared in his
pants then rubbed my cheek over it determined to have all of him. He let out a
gasp then pulled me to him as he eased onto his back saying, "Come here, you."
kissed furiously, our tongues doing double time as we tugged at each other's
clothing. We had to stop so I could get him naked wanting nothing more than the
feel and touch of his nakedness against me. I undid his belt pulling at the
waistband of his pants and boxers then slid them off. With his crotch exposed,
I bent over kissing and licking him then took his knob in my mouth to taste and
tease him with my tongue. He was rock hard and the oral stimulation made his
shaft jab the roof of my mouth. It was more than I could handle reaching in my
pants to stroke myself.
kissed his hard dick then took his foot, massaging it. His feet were so
masculine and sexy; I sucked and licked his toes as I looked up at his naked
form. He spread his legs and grabbed himself slowly pulling the foreskin up and
down over the head of his shaft. He let a moan escape him as I sucked and
licked his toes. I was primed at the look and feel of his body, every part of
him spelled stud; the soft fine hair on his toes and feet. The strength his
feet embodied, even they were sexy.
sat up, gently pushing my shoulders back. I reclined with him naked between my
legs, marveling at the sight of him as the soft light cast shadows across his
stomach and chest. He placed both hands on the pillow either side of my head
then lowered himself. I rose to meet his mouth wanting ... no NEEDING to taste
him again, having to take my eyes off his hardness yet able to feel it against
me. I stroked his back, thighs, arms ... anywhere that made me feel good.
we finished kissing and exploring each other's mouth, he unfastened my belt pulling
my pants and underwear down. My stiff dick hung up on the waistband snapping
back on my stomach with a thud. Mark looked at it for a few moments, I got so
hard I thought it might explode. I wanted him to want me and it was evident he
did. I wanted him too, in the worst way. I wanted him more than anything in the
world. The sight of him naked and erect was something so powerful; I thought I
might pop at any moment.
tossed my pants on the floor then started licking and kissing his way up the
inside of my thighs, first one then the other. It drove me up the wall with
pleasure. He pushed my legs apart as he made his way to my crotch grabbing my
hard dick and jacking it while licking and eventually sucking my sack into his
mouth. I loved the slippery moist feel of his tongue massaging my balls. It
felt like my hard-on was bigger and harder than it had ever been.
kissed and licked his way up my stomach and chest pausing at my nipples to
excite them with his lips and tongue. I watched his muscles flex and relax as
he changed positions. I didn't think it was possible for anyone to be more
masculine. I thought he had the hottest looking body I'd ever seen; I knew he
had the hottest rod. I wanted it in my mouth more than anything. He continued
to work his way to my face. He paused and said, "I want this to be good for
both of us," then we kissed. "If you want me to stop, say so. Okay?"
nodded then couldn't resist licking his armpit, it was so manly and sexy with
the shadow of hair barely visible in the dim light. The taste of it nearly
drove me into a sexual frenzy as I licked and softly drew it into my mouth.
lowered his naked body then we ground our crotches together ratcheting our
desire to a feverish pitch. I ran my hands over every part him and he did the same.
I couldn't get enough. He sucked and nibbled on a nipple while twirling the
other between his fingers and the sensation drove me insane, they were so
sensitive it made my body shudder.
rose on all fours then reversed himself. I watched his hard dick as he moved;
it was so stiff it barely bobbed. I massaged his foreskin up and down which
made me salivate; it was exquisite in every detail. I took him in my mouth then
he began to thrust in and out. I loved it when he did that and elongated my
throat so he could push it all the way in. I sucked and bobbed on his hot rod
until I was out of breath having to pause for air. He did the same and
eventually paused, needing air, too.
rose and turned around situating himself between my legs, resting on his
elbows, "I love you," he said reverently then his mouth curved up slightly.
love you too," I said then I raised my head to kiss him.
reached for the Ziploc removing the lube and a condom. He tore the condom open
with his teeth then spat the torn wrapper out. I watched admiring his every
move, everything about him. His arms, the muscles in his neck, the way his
chest narrowed to his waist and his stiff uncut shaft; I had to have all of
slid the condom on as I worshipped him. He was perfect. He leaned down to kiss
me then said, "Are you okay with this?"
nodded then whispered, "Yeah, I love you."
kissed me again then whispered, "I love you too."
sat up and squeezed some lube onto his hand. He began to massage my ass with
the lube in one hand while he slowly stroked my hard-on with the other. It was phenomenal
and the sight of his magnificent body was all it took for me to spread my legs drawing
my knees toward my chest. I was ready.
slid a finger in making me draw a deep breath. After a few moments, I began to
loosen up so he slid another one in working them slowly as we kissed. I loved
it pushing my ass down further. I stopped him stroking me, I was getting too
pulled his fingers out then scooted forward positioning himself at my
threshold. He leaned forward placing a hand on either side of my head then
lowered himself and we kissed.
ahead," I said then I hugged his neck and kissed him one more time. "I want to
feel you inside me."
smiled then I felt his bone press against my ass. With a little more pressure,
the head slid in making me gasp aloud.
okay?" he whispered.
I nodded. "Take it slow."
started to apply steady pressure advancing a little at a time. One moment it
felt excruciating then the next, it was exhilarating. He wasn't all the way in
when he began an easy screwing rhythm. I thought I would go crazy it felt so
looked at his body to see his stomach muscles taut then noticed his biceps and
chest bulging. I drew my legs as far apart as I could then pulled my knees up
to my waist. I wanted him to show me how much of a man he was. I wanted all of
he was all the way in, he gave a firm jab. I gasped sucking in more air than I ever
had. He was huge and I had all of him inside me! I felt his chest and nipples
as he began to move in and out. The sensation was beyond anything I had ever
known. God, I loved him and the feel of him inside me. He was all male and began
to prove it.
started slowly, gradually, building to a crescendo, screwing me for all he was
worth and I loved it, every bit of it. He pounded away with everything he had
and I spread my legs as far as I could. At times, he would ram himself in then hold
it in place for a few moments while we stared into each other's eyes. I swear I
could feel him swell up when he did that making my hard dick throb.
the lustful cadence that drove him, it wasn't long until he started a low moan
as he began to erupt. The sound and feel of him pummeling away made my juices
roil. A few more drives and I spewed a load ejaculating with every pulsating
stab, moaning every time he bottomed out. He announced his climax with grunts
and groans then began spewing inside me with his back arched, eventually shaking
with the last of it then collapsing on me as we gasped for air, sweaty and
held him in my arms while we caught our breath, unable to speak. I ran my hand
over his full firm cheeks then squeezed moving my other hand over the muscles
in his back. He was still buried deep inside and I loved the feeling of his
big, hard bone probing my guts, making his presence known.
took us to a dimension that I could never have envisioned by any stretch of
imagination. It was a place where nothing existed but the two us. A place
neither one of us could find without the other. It was ours and ours alone to
cherish and preserve.
propped himself up on one elbow saying, "Thank you; that was awesome. I love
you so much." Then we kissed, not passionately or lustful; it was a loving kiss.
When we parted, we couldn't help grinning at each other.
love you too, a whole lot," I said then pecked him on the mouth again. "You
know what this means don't you?"
he could respond, his soft dick popped out of my ass. I smiled at him then
wrapped my arms and legs around him. He did the same then rolled us over
pulling me on top of him.
yeah," he said smiling. "But I don't want to be rude or hurt your feelings."
I said, aware we were on different wavelengths. "Go ahead and say it. If you
don't intend to be rude or hurtful, then it won't come out that way, just say
he hesitated. "It means that ... ah ... that, like you're not a virgin anymore."
had to smile and felt relieved at the same time. "That's true but there's
nothing rude or mean about that."
then what does it mean?"
means we're a couple now. We belong to each other like Mike and Steve. Neither
one of us can look at anyone else. We're together in a committed relationship."
thought we already were," he said seriously then lowered his head to the
pillow. He wiggled out from under me then asked solemnly, "Were you seeing
man, this wasn't going at all as intended. "Mark," I said getting up on one
elbow. "I wasn't seeing anyone." Then I put my hand on his chest. "You're the
only one. What I meant was that after we did what we did, it was like taking a
vow. You know, something sacred like a promise that can't be broken. That's
what I meant."
here," he said pulling me to him. "You think too much sometimes."
held each other and kissed for a while. I traced the outline of his mouth, nose
and face kissing and cupping his face every so often. I had to grab and kiss
his dick too. I loved doing that.
was running his hands over me exploring everywhere. He paused with his hand on
my butt and wiggled his finger in my crack, smiling. I couldn't hold back and
giggled. That was his playground; he could play there anytime he wanted!
we grew tired and fell into a blissful sleep; safe and secure in the knowledge
and arms of one another.
next morning, we awoke the same way we fell asleep, tangled up. It was
something I could easily get used to. I stretched a few times then had to take
a leak. I got out of bed making my way to the bathroom but not before I planted
a big ole kiss on my boyfriend. As I crossed the room, I felt a pain in the butt
for the first time in my life, literally.
started laughing his ass off so I turned around to see what was so funny. He
was pointing at me and trying to talk but couldn't stop laughing long enough to
get it out. I decided to pee while he got over whatever the hell it was, he
found so hilarious. I decided not to sit down to pee as I often did in the
nude. I found it relaxing and easier to go and it seemed like I was able to
empty my bladder better versus standing. I didn't sit because my butt was
tender from the workout Mark gave it.
rinsed and dried my hands then headed for the bed and some cuddling or maybe
something more if I could coax it out of him.
was still giggling, trying to stifle himself.
here, you," he said.
I walked toward him, I said, "Ah, the name's Val if you don't mind. Not You or
Sport or whatever. Val. Ya got it?"
around," he said grinning.
thought he wanted to feel or play with my ass again. Though it was tender, I
could have been persuaded without a lot of conversation to use it again. I felt
something slide out of my ass with a `thwap'. Mark started laughing
turned around to see him holding a condom in his hand, the one he wore last
night. "That's romantic," I said sarcastically. Christ, I felt like a human
comment sent him into another round of disgusting guffaws. He was still rolling
around on the bed holding the stupid thing in the air between his fingers,
laughing and pointing at it. I was afraid I might start laughing too so I
rolled my eyes, shook my head then turned to go shower. I didn't want him to
see me smiling and definitely didn't want him to hear me laugh.
breakfast, Bill suggested we head for home after eating. Mom was quick to agree
and I seconded the motion. I wanted to go home ... my ass was sore. I had to
shift my weight from side to side to sit for very long. It would be hard enough
sitting in the back seat for a couple hours.
the room, Mark and I collected our things then packed our suitcases. We were
ready to go taking a few minutes to kiss and hug. I held him like I'd never
held anyone, feeling things I'd never felt. I was beyond caring; I was in love,
in love with Mark.
was having similar emotions, cupping my head with his hand, holding me close.
We smooched but more than that, we had an understanding. It was a hard thing to
describe, we both knew what we were feeling, what we felt the night before. Beyond
that, nothing mattered because we had each other. It was a moment I'll never
forget, standing there in each other's arms, needing nothing more.
we finished, Mark said, "Ready, Sport?" smiling.
punched his arm then said, "Yeah, I guess so," then I pecked him on the mouth.
again to Wayne and Chris, you guys are the best!