Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 01:27:34 EDT
From: Bill Adams <lilb2k@hotmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Part 5

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Growing Up - by lilb2k (Young-Friends).
Copyright 2000 by liltales
Chapter 5- Boys In Paradise
July 2000



Chapter 5- Boys In Paradise

By the end of July, things had pretty much reached a comfortable rhythm
between Mark and me. We would spend our days swimming at the lake, going to
the mall, and making love. Now I don't really know if it was him or just a
factor of his young age, but Mark was always the more daring of the two of
us when it came to fooling around in public. He would hold my hand under the
table when our parents would have cookouts, go down on me in the movie
theater, and attack me anytime we were alone in a room. I must admit that I
loved the aggressive side of him and the adrenaline rush that came from our
escapades at the mall.

We never saw much of Billy after that night when he came to Mark's looking
like he'd been beaten and left for dead. We saw Scott every now and again.
When we did it was always the same. We'd try doing normal kid things, but
always end up fucking. Mark had gotten it in his head that he was going to
be able to take Scott's cock all the way up his ass by the summer's end.
They would go at it for awhile until Mark's cries of pain got too much for
Scott to bare. By the end of July, he could get _ of Scott giant prick in
his little love hole. I was so proud of him.

Billy was always off doing what he called "errands and stuff" for a couple
of the older guys in the neighborhood. Every once in awhile we'd see him
with a new Walkman or gadget. And every once in a while he'd turn up with a
new bruise or swollen lip. He'd always have an excuse like `oh I fell' or
`me and Dan (his older brother' got into it. He didn't offer any further
explanation. and I quickly learned the futility in asking.

Our parents, Mark's and mine, had always been good friends since we moved in
next door. Lately, however, they'd become increasingly close. This worked
out well for Mark and me as it gave us every excuse in the world to be with
each other. Our Dad's were always off playing golf or some other boring old
guy sport on the weekends and our mom's were active at church. They loved to
show us off at there "Women's" group meetings. The old hags at the church
would always say shit like `they're such gentlemen' and `my what sweet boys
you have'. Our mother's would bask in their complements and Mark and I would
just sit back and wink at each other. One time Mark leaned over and
whispered `I wonder how sweet they'd think we were if they knew that we just
got done fuckin' in the Pastor's office. I spit up my
coke at his comment and turned bright red.

Our families picnicked every Saturday night and on the last Saturday in
July, our parents said the most incredible five words that we could have
ever imagined. "we're going on vacation together!" Mark and I
were ecstatic. In two days we'd be leaving to catch a flight to Miami,
Florida where we would board a cruise ship for Cancun, Mexico. Since Mark
was an only child, and my older sister was in Florida already staying with
friends before heading off to college in the fall, that meant three
staterooms on the ship. We huddled in a corner of Mark's back yard and tried
to quietly revel in our newfound excitement.

"Holy shit man!" Mark whispered, "do you realize that we'll have our own
room on the ship and at the hotel!"

"I know man, I can't fuckin believe it!"

"It's like we get to have a." he suddenly stopped as if he caught himself
before saying something embarrassing.

"What...what were you gonna say man.." I was sincere in my interest.

"Nothing. nothing, I'm just excited is all." he looked away.

"Hey," I said turning his face to look at me, "I wanna know what you were
gonna say. I promise I wont get upset or laugh"

"It's just that...well...I was thinking that you and me are like a couple
now...and well...when couple's get together and they are gonna be with each
other forever they...well...they."

"They go on a honeymoon?" I finished his statement for him. I knew what he
was trying to say all along. I just wanted him to be comfortable saying
anything to me.

"Yeah...stupid huh?" He looked away again.

"Not at all," I said softly while turning his face again, "it will be our
honeymoon. I love you Mark and I want to spend the rest of my life with
you."

We both began to cry and we hugged and kissed for a few moments. We
collected ourselves and returned to the picnic.


We spent the next two days packing and planning our trip. We fantasized
about spending long days by the pool and hot nights fucking our brains out
while our parents did whatever it was parents did. On Tuesday
morning we boarded a flight bound for Miami.

About half way through the flight I whispered to Mark to wait a minute and
then meet me in the back of the plane. I had heard something about the "Mile
High Club" in a movie once. Where you got into the club by fucking on a
plane while it was in flight. Well I told Mark about it and he was like `oh
fuck yeah!'. We waited till the stewardesses were passing out the drinks and
peanuts and scrambled out of our seats and made a break for the bathroom.

Once inside it was like a mad free for all. In no time our clothes were off
and in a heap on the floor. It was cramped but we managed to fit. Mark sat
on the sink counter and we locked lips. He pulled on my cock as
we kissed getting me really hard. I squirted some soap into my hand and
lubed up my cock and his pretty pink hole. He wrapped his legs around my
waste and in no time at all I was in and fucking away at his hot ass. We
resumed our kiss as I pounded into his ass and he jacked off. The ecitement
of the experience was too much and before too long he was cumming all over
his stomach. Not long after I pulled out and shot
my load all over his cock and hairless balls. We fell into each other,
sweating and panting. We cleaned up and got dressed. As we left the bathroom
a stewardess stopped us with a puzzled look on her face.
Had she heard us and figured out what was going on? Her look of puzzlement
faded into a sly smile.

"Well. I can honestly say that this is a first," she gave us a wink,
"well...welcome to the club boys. I guess" She chuckled to herself and
walked away. We let out a unison sigh of relief and then giggled our
way back to our seats.

The plane landed not long after and we caught a taxi to the port where we
would board the ship for Mexico. We took one of those van sized airport
taxis and sat in the back seat. We held hands the entire way to the
boat.

The ship was magnificent. It had 6 swimming pools and four restaurants. Our
state room was small and had only one queen sized bed.

"Well this just wont do,"  my dad said angrily," we pay all of this money
and they screw up the rooms. I specifically stated to the travel agent that
we need a two-twin room adjacent to the singles. We'll have to
take this up with the cruise director." My father was a very impatient man
when it came to other people's mistakes that inconvenienced him. Having
money does that to some people.

"It's no big deal Dad," I started.

"Yeah. we can share the bed...it's huge!" Mark was right, I mean as an adult
I can say that a queen isn't all that big, but as a child used to a twin, it
was enormous.

"Yeah Dad...it's no biggy"

"You guys sure you don't mind sleeping together?" my Dad said.

"Yeah," Mark answered," we have to sleep next to each other when we camp
out. at least this will be comfortable!"

"Well. whatta you thing Paul," me dad looked over at Mark's father.

"I don't care if the kids don't," the wives chimed in agreement and it was
made so. Mark and I would be sharing the bed. Little did they know that we'd
have shared it regardless.

We unpacked our things and got ready to get cleaned up. We had one hour
before we had to meet our parents for dinner. Each "Luxury" stateroom came
with a "Roman" tub. I started the water and Mark added the bath soap
provided by the cruise line. It was called "Relaxation" and created a lot of
bubbles. It smelled like mint candy. We climbed in and Mark laid on top of
me facing away from me so that he was sitting on my cock. He laid back and
snuggled his head into my neck. We laid there peacefully for some
time. We could have just gotten going fuckin...but this was special. We laid
there silent and in a state of total relaxation. I ran my hands slowly up
and down Marks' bare chest stopping occasionally to caress his
nipples. After a while he flipped over and rested his head on my chest.

"Davy," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I love you" he never looked up, only kissed my chest.

"I know," I replied, "I love you too."

We laid there like that for 45 minutes until it was time to get dressed. We
met our parents for dinner and ate like pigs. We said good night to our
folks and retired to our stateroom. We got undressed and cuddled under the
covers. It was funny. we had planned this really great fuck-a-thon for our
first night on the ship. but we were so exhausted form the day's travels
that we just drifted off into peaceful sleep with only a kiss.

I awoke the next morning to the unmistakable feeling of Mark's hot wet ass
on my cock. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and smiled to myself as I saw my
young lover leaning back riding my boy meat. He was moaning deeply as he
rocked back and forth with my cock buried deep in his hot hole. I grabbed
him around the waist and pulled him down on top of me.

"Oh...sorry," he began in a sexy voice, "did I wake you?" He smiled slyly as
he pressed his lips to mine. We kissed passionately as I took over fucking
my boy. I raised him up off of me a little so I could watch as my hard cock
pulled out and then disappeared back into his waiting hole with every
stroke.

After a few minutes of fast fucking I rolled him over and took up position
on top. I stared deep into his eyes as I fucked his ass nice and slow.

"I love you Davy," he said as he moaned in delight.

"I love you too." I replied as I plowed his wet ass.

His words sent me over the edge and I shot a full load into his hungry ass.
I pulled out and watched as my cum began to seep out of his pretty hole.

"I want your cum," he said. His words shocked me. He had a way of doing
that, sounding way older than he really was.

I bent down and licked the dripping cum from his swollen hole. I brought my
seed to his mouth and we kissed, deeply, passing my cum back and forth.

"Your turn Mark," I said as I laid on my stomach with my ass arched up.

"Oh hell yeah!" he shouted as he got behind me and shoved his little tool in
my waiting ass. He pumped hard for about 5 minutes and then collapsed on top
of me as he shot his hot cum into my ass. We laid there for a moment, dizzy
from our orgasms and lost in our love for one another.

We got cleaned up and met our parents for...lunch!

When we got there we realized that the ship had docked at Cozumel, and
island just east (I think) of Cancun. We Got of the ship and boarded a Ferry
for Cancun. Our hotel was one of those all-inclusive deals. Meaning that
unless we really wanted to, we didn't have to leave the hotel compound.
There were several clubs and restaurants in the hotel. Our parents had
decided that we would pretty much stick to the hotel except for a trip to
the downtown flea market during the day.

The hotel had access to three stretches of beach. One was for families, one
for jet skis, and the last was set apart from the others by a large outdoor
pavilion. It was a nude beach. Mark winked at me as we read the hotel map. I
winked back. We read the area map and found out that there was a private gay
resort about half a mile down the beach from our hotel. We decided that we
would wait until night and sneak out.

After dinner we swam in the ocean. We held on to each other as we floated in
the warm water. We kissed and hugged as we floated. When we got back to the
room we noticed a note on the door.


Boys...
We've gone down to the clubs
Have a good night
See you in the morning..

Mom

"Perfect!" Mark shouted, "they'll be gone all night!"

"Yeah, but what if they come up to check on us," I said, " You know how your
mom gets."

"Don't sweat it," he said with his cute boy confidence, " I got it all
worked out."

Mark arranged two piles of clothes underneath the blanket on the bed.
Yeah... the hotel fucked up too... only one bed.
We made our way down to the hotel lobby. We caught a glimpse of our parents
in the disco lounge. They were wicked drunk already...and damn if they
couldn't dance.

We made our way onto the beach and headed out for the resort. The walk took
forever and we held hands all the way. Just as I thought my feet were gonna
fall off, we saw the lights of the pavilion on the beach. We crept slowly up
to the edge of the pavilion. There were men everywhere. Holding hands,
dancing to the reggae music, and kissing in the moon light. We were in
heaven. We walked through the crowd and at first no one seemed to notice us.
But when they did.... The party stopped.

"Hey," an older man said sharply, "you guys shouldn't be here."

"Yeah," another man spoke up, "this ain't no place for little boys."

"But we thought this was a gay place?" Mark had no fear, he almost sounded
offended that the men would dare question our belonging in a place like
this.

"Yeah it is," the older man said.

"You boys need to be back at the family beach," the other man retorted. A
small crowd of about six men had gathered.

"But we wanna be here," Mark said, "We're gay and we wanna hang out with our
kind"

The men were taken aback by his comment. The older man started to laugh.

"Oh really," he chuckled, "and why should we believe you?" Never...ever..
dare Mark.
Mark reached over and grabbed my neck and pulled me to his lips. He planted
a huge wet kiss on me that I wasn't expecting. I returned his kiss with a
long wet one of my own. We embraced and lost ourselves in our oral display.

"Well holy shit!" the older man laughed, "looks like we have us a couple o'
young queens ladies."

At the time I didn't understand why he referred to the other men as
'ladies'. But when we broke our kiss, the men all cheered and clapped. The
crowd dispersed and the older man and the other ma, his lover, sat down on
the beach with us. We told them the story of our summer so far and of how we
were in love and would always be together. The men smiled and kissed each
other.

"Sounds like you two are married already," He smiled.

He went on to explain that his name was Brad and his lover's was Charles.
They had been "married" for a few years now.

"But how can two guys get married?" Mark asked innocently.

"Well," he began, "since society won't allow it, you just get a group of
fags together and have your own ceremony."

He told us of how he and his 'husband' had thrown a party and been married
by another couple. He explained that the other couple witnessed their love
and married them.


"Will you marry us?" Mark asked.

"Yeah," I chimed in, "will you witness our love?"

"Well,"  Brad began, "are you sure that you guys are old enough to make that
kind of commitment?"

"Yes sir," Mark said with great gusto, "we're gonna stay together forever!"

"Well Charles, whatta ya think?" Brad winked at his lover, "you think these
two young queens are ready to tie the knot?"

"Sounds like it to me," he replied.

"Well, I guess that's that," Brad smiled and turned towards another two
couples sitting near us.

"Hey boys!" he called to them, "these two boys wanna get married tonight.
You guys think that you can help them out?"

The two couples got up and joined us as we stood together in front of Brad
and Charles. They were all smiling and stood together arms wrapped around
their own lovers. Brad spoke for a few minutes on the importance of
remaining together through hard times and how you had to wake up each
morning with the same desire and love in your heart for your partner as you
had the first day you met. As we stood there and listened to him, Mark laid
his head on my chest. When he was finished he asked us to repeat some words
after him and then it was done. We kissed each other in a way that I had
never dreamt of. The passion ad love flowed throughout our bodies and into
the warm Mexican air. When we broke our kiss and looked around we noticed
that the three couples standing with us that night, in support of our love,
were all wiping tears from their eyes. In years to come I would realize
those tears to be equal parts happiness and sorrow. Happiness for our love
and sorrow for the hardships that our outcast love would surely bring us in
the years to come. But for the moment they shared in our happiness.

We hung out with them for a few hours listening to their own stories of they
all met each other and the love the had found. One of the couples, Peter and
Edward had a an ATV and gave us a ride back to the hotel beach. We walked
back to our room. As we opened the door my Dad came around the corner with a
bucket of ice. We froze solid.

"Well... isn't this a sight." He seemed less angry than I thought he'd be.

"Uh...well...we were.." I began to explain but he cut me off.

"Stop son...just stop.." he waved his hand in front of us, "You two are big
enough to look out for yourselves...just stay out of trouble okay...I don't
wanna have to come down and bail you guys out of some shitty Mexican jail."

With that he smiled, squeezed us both on the cheek and went to his room. He
chuckled as he opened the door.

"Holy shit dude," Mark whispered, "I thought we were fucked for sure!"

"I know...fuck me...," I said wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"No problem..." he smiled and opened the door.

We made love several times that night and it was the most passionate thing
I'd ever experienced. When we had finished we walked out onto the balcony
and held each other in the moonlight. I loved looking at Mark's young body
in the glow of the moon. His forming chest, his muscular back, and his
perfectly round ass. I loved the sight of my new "husband". I drank in the
sight of his naked body and dreamed of our life together.

We awoke the next morning to the sound of my father entering the room. We
scrambled for our clothes, but it was too late.

"Well... what the fuck have we got here," my heart sank and I thought that
my life was over.

"Dad...let me explain," I knew better than to make up some bullshit.

"No need son," he smiled, "I think it's pretty obvious...don't you?"

We told my father everything that had happened that summer. How we were in
love and how we were gonna be together forever. I couldn't believe what I
was telling my Dad. He just sat there and listened as Mark and I both
spilled our guts. When we were finished we waited for his response.

"Well... if that's what you guys want and it makes you happy...then I'm
happy for you."

I was shocked at my father's acceptance, "You mean you aren't pissed?"

"Son...do you remember meeting my cousin Peter?"

"Yeah...sort of," I answered.

"Well," he continued, "when we were young Peter and I were very close. We
spent a lot of time together. It was very obvious to me that Peter was
different. He liked boys and I liked girls. One day when we were about
Mark's age, he confided his 'secret' to me. He was afraid that I would hate
him, and I have to admit that I was taken aback at first. But as time went
on I grew to accept Peter for who he was and the gay thing didn't make
anything any different. I watched as his father disowned him and refused to
ever speak to him when he found Peter and his boyfriend together. It
destroyed Peter and he had a very difficult time in high school because of
it. He would come over to my house and just cry. It made me so mad to see
how his father just threw him away and I vowed to him that if I ever had a
son and he was gay, then I would make sure that I didn't act that way and
that my kid would know that I loved him no matter who he chose to love. So I
guess you're my promise in flesh son."

He smiled when he finished and Mark and I both started to cry.

"Thanks Dad...you're the greatest!" I said as we both hugged him tightly.

"But for now, let's keep this thing between just the three of us. I'm not
sure how your mothers are gonna react. And your guess is as good as mine as
to what your Dad's gonna think Mark."

We agreed and got ready for breakfast. We ate and then headed out for the
flea market. We walked behind our parents so that we could hold hands. Every
once in awhile my dad would look back and chuckle to himself when he would
catch us. We shopped for awhile and found two rings that fit us perfectly. I
told my dad and he bought them for us. We were only allowed to wear them
when we were alone or when just he was around.

We left for home that day and spent the rest of the cruise back in our
stateroom fucking our brains out. Every once in awhile my dad would call the
room and tell us to "come up for air" and join them on the main deck for a
swim. We slept the entire plane ride home.


Well...that was a long one! Hope you guys enjoyed it. Keep the emails
cummin'.

Lilb2k@hotmail.com


----lilb2k