Date: Tue, 31 May 2022 08:38:51 +0200 (CEST)
From: Quinton Brock <bquinn2021@tutanota.com>
Subject: Mark and Donny Chapter 3  Gay/Adult Youth

This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between a man and a young
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Chapter 3             The Apartment

"Hi" he responded when I answered the building buzzer to let him in. I
had already given Donny my apartment number and he was quickly tapping on
my door for me to let him in. It didn't take long to answer his tap
because I was right behind the door.
Confidently, he walked into the apartment as if he did it every day. He
looked sharp; wearing cleaned and pressed tan slacks and a pale blue
shirt covered by a dark blue jacket. I took his jacket and hung it in the
closet. He started to take off his brown shoes, but I asked him to keep
them on.

"You sure?" he gave me a questioning look.

"Yes. We can deal with your shoes later" I finished.

"Let's sit down before we begin" while finding it difficult to wipe
the smile off my face. I offered him a drink and he settled on a glass of
water while I poured myself another coffee.
It was a bright, late October, Sunday morning with lots of reflected
sunlight streaming in the window. Perfect for lighting the planned photo
shoot.

He then apologized about cancelling the previous Sunday. I told him it
didn't matter as he was here now and inquired about how he was feeling
about modeling.

"Great!" he replied as he rose from the table to look at my camera
which was mounted on a tripod. The next fifteen minutes was spent looking
at all my lenses and accessories for the camera and explaining what they
were all used for.

Since he was so comfortable being in my apartment, even for the first
time, I quickly relaxed taking his mark and calming myself down.

"So, this is where we start, I assume?" he inquired nodding his head at
the drop sheet in the living room. I patted a stool which was positioned
in front of the drop cloth and said, "Yes, right here."

He paused by the stool and looked at me as if to ask, `should I take my
clothes off'. After finally figuring out his hesitation, I blurted out
"Oh, sorry. Why don't you just sit on the stool, and I'll take a few
shots to start."

"Okay" he replied as he easily slid his cute bum onto the stool.

I guess I haven't really described Donny to you yet. As I said earlier,
I now know he was fourteen, not the fifteen going on sixteen he
originally told me. Because he was so small for his age, I always found
it hard to believe he was fifteen originally. At the most, I thought he
looked around eleven or possibly a young twelve. He was only five feet
tall and weighed around a hundred pounds at best. I'll continue to
describe him as the chapter progresses.

I raised my hand above my head and off to the left then said, "Okay look
here."
He glanced at my wiggling fingers as I snapped my first shot.

"Now here," moving my hand above my head, "keep smiling" as I
continued to direct my young model. "Now give me a serious look,"

I was trying to feel him out as to his comfort level, posing in front of
a camera. I didn't need to worry because Donny was an excellent model.
He quickly responded to any requests and had a very relaxed aura with his
facial and body language. I quickly I filled up a roll of 36 exposures
and he hadn't undone a single button yet.

I had the stool he was sitting on, a wooden box, kitchen chair, and a
couch to use as props. Although, he was quite concerned about his shoes
being on the carpet, only after numerous reassurances of me telling him
it was okay; did he finally relaxed.

"You're a great model" I complimented him as I loaded up another film.
"I'm shooting black and white as I want to develop and print it
myself" I said while changing the film again. When I looked up, I saw he
was sitting in a very seductive position. I doubt he realized how
sexually charge his pose was, but I sure did. Some models naturally do
that.

"Stay sitting as you are and reach up and undo the top button on your
shirt" I asked as the button was effortlessly undone. As soon as the
first button was undone, I noticed a crisp white T-shirt becoming exposed
underneath. I didn't know if he always wore a T-shirt or if we put it on
to delay the nudity that he volunteered to do. `I guess time would tell
if I got lucky' I thought.

Once the first button was undone, the others were quick to follow. I
asked him to stop when he had one button left and to stand up then slowly
pull his shirt out of his pants. The camera's shutter was depressed a
few more times. After his shirt was hanging gently from his shoulders, I
asked him to lean back. This position exposed his tight white T-shirt and
hinted at the striking adolescent boy frame underneath. I asked if he was
okay to continue?

"Yeah" was his immediate response with a smile.

"Continue just as you are' I directed, "but do whatever feels
comfortable, okay?"

He smiled at me then at the camera. Quietly, he moved to the couch, and
climbing on all fours, pawed towards me like a cat "does this work?" he
asked.

"Oh yeah" I answered as the camera continued to click. "Now undo your
last button".

He stopped moving towards me and sat upright on his heels then undid the
last button which let his shirt fall open, exposing the tight whiteness
underneath. He leaned back reaching with his hands to steady himself then
smiled and said, "how's that?"

"Perfect" I almost drooled.
"Now slowly let your shirt slide off your shoulders." Again, he did
just as I asked which revealed his smooth, bare, `boy arms' to camera
and me. When directed, he dropped his shirt on the floor. The camera
loved him.

I picked his shirt up and rested it on the back of a chair as I moved
into a better position.

`Now remain sitting and remove your shoes one at a time.' He untied
then removed his brown oxfords as asked, letting them drop to the floor.
`Continue with your socks" he was wearing tan socks to match his
slacks. The camera clicked as his slender bare feet were exposed. It was
the first time I saw his bare feet and they were surprisingly tanned,
just like the rest of him so far. I knew I need to talk to him about his
tanning abilities.

"Now reposition yourself on the couch and slide your feet under you."
Quickly he was in position. "Cross your arms over your stomach and grab
the bottom of your T-shirt".

Click! Click! Click went the shutter as his slender arms reached for the
bottom of his T-shirt.

Sensually he gathered some material with his fingers. "Now slowly raise
your shirt up..." He exposed his naked midriff to me. I was stunned for a
couple of reasons. First was the flatness of his abdomen and second was
because of his awesome tan. "stop..."

I not only had to take some shots of his bare belly but to stare at his
beautiful torso being freely exposed to my eyes. "continue... stop..."
His shirt was just below his nipples, this put on display his undulating
rib cage which was smooth and shouted out to me to caress it.

Taking a deep breath, I continued "now slowly pull it completely over
your head...stop!" I almost yelled.

His arms were above his head, his T-shirt was still covering his eyes as
I let my eyes feast on his tanned, smooth, flat adolescent chest with his
dime sized nipples. His hairless armpits were invitingly lickable.
Blinded by his T-shirt, he couldn't see my eyes as they wandered all
over his exposed chest.

"Okay, continue taking your shirt off and toss it on the floor." My
camera had a mind of its own as it clicked away as if absorbing his
smoothly tapered torso that was exposed to us for the first time. I kept
firing the camera, unable to get enough of him. I think I was as much in
awe of him as was the camera; then ran out of film again.

"Okay let's take a break; I have to load another film in the camera".
I moved to the end of the couch to change film and Donny slid right over
beside me watching what I was doing. He asked if it was okay to watch
what I was doing? I said sure and began explaining what I was doing with
the camera. He was so close to me his bare shoulder was touching my arm,
giving me goose bumps as he watched. He didn't seem to notice.

"Okay," I stated while I stood and removed the stool. "Stand in front
of the drop sheet and look directly at the camera." I had him do various
poses and flexed his youthful chest and arm muscles.

"Slowly turn around. Great...good...stop" I couldn't help but notice the
adolescent `V' of his tapered back. If I had to describe his upper
torso, I'd have to say he had a swimmers build.

With his back to towards me, I told him to "look over your shoulder at
the camera...great" he had a very sexy pose this time. "Now continue to
turn, great; let's take another break because I need to load more film
in the camera." I went through that last roll too fast, I thought.

I didn't say it, but I had to find a moment to reposition my cock as
well because it was hard as a rock. The film was disappearing, the
subject was beyond belief, and I felt a powerful surge going through my
body that I'd never felt before.

It was a good thing I rolled my own film and had a hundred feet to shoot.
I moved to the end of the couch again to change film and once again Donny
slid right over beside me watching intently. Again, his bare shoulder and
arm were touching my arm as he looked on.

"Okay, back into position" I asked, regretfully felt his warm skin
leave my arm. He moved back in front of the drop sheet then patiently
stood there, waiting for my directions to remove his pants. I paused,
unsure about how I was going to proceed. I lowered the camera and said
"Donny, I need to talk to you" and moved to the couch again. Donny
looked at me and slid onto the couch right beside me one more time.

"I want to ask you something." He still had a comfortable look on his
face that encouraged me to talk to him openly and honestly.

"Do you know what a bisexual is?"

"No" he honestly replied.

"A bisexual is someone who likes both boys and girls."

"Okay" he replied.

"Do you know what a homosexual is?" I asked next.

"A guy who likes guys" he replied.

"Well," I paused "I'm not sure if I'm a homosexual, but I know I am
a bisexual" I explained. "In other words, I've been with both boys and
girls."

"Okay" he said with no change of expression.

"Well, while I'm taking these pictures, I feel a strong attraction to
you. I also feel mixed signals from you, which I be totally misreading."
I paused trying to figure out how to continue.

"Let me explain and maybe it will help to clear the air. When I said, I
wanted to talk to you, you could have sat on the other chair but instead
you chose to sit directly beside me. The same thing happened while I was
changing the film. And Donny, why I'm sitting here telling you this is
because I am sexually excited right now. I have an erection and don't
want to give you the wrong impression." I stopped to pause; waiting for
him to get up and walk out the door.

"So do I" he instantly replied without missing a beat.

He answered so quietly I wasn't sure I heard what he said, so asked
"Sorry, what did you say?"

Blushing, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "I have an erection
too." It took a moment for what he said to sink into my thick head. "Do
you mind if I show you, my bedroom?" I asked.

"Sure" he replied smiling. I stood up, offered him my hand, and led him
into the bedroom. It was a short walk as I only had a one-bedroom
apartment, so we quickly enter and stopped beside the bed.

"It's a little unfair as you're are already half dressed so are you
okay if I catch up?"

"Ok" was his innocent response.

I stripped to my waist then yanked off my socks before announcing "there
I'm caught up." I fixed my thumbs into the waist of my jeans and asked,
"you ready?" He nodded his head and stuck his thumbs into the waist of
his pants. Together, we both pulled our pants and underwear down to our
ankles.

His cock was beautiful. It was about 4 inches long and sprang straight up
pointing to his inny belly button. Stepping out of our pants and
underwear, I helped him onto the bed where I lay beside him. My palm
shakily rested on his slender chest, and I began caressing his smooth
skin. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I've wanted to be with a boy since I was a boy. Sure, I had
opportunities when I was younger but was always too chicken to take it to
the next level. When I looked into his deep blue eyes, he was staring at
my cock.

I caressed down over his belly then wrapped my fingers around his cock.
"You feel beautiful my friend" I wanted to suck it but also didn't
want to rush him.

Without taking his eyes off my cock, he asked "Can I touch it?"

I reached to his wrist and moved his hand so his fingers could surround
my cock.

"Wow, it's so big" he commented as his fingers began to stroke my
shaft.
I chuckled and said "it isn't that big actually. Feel it as much as you
want" I added.

While he explored my almost 7-inch cock, I moved my hands up to caress
his torso slowly sliding my hand lower until, almost forcefully, I lifted
his cock up off his belly to hold on to it. I was surprised at how ramrod
stiff it held to his stomach. I hoped it wouldn't snap off as I wanted
to put it in my mouth.

He began masturbating me as I turned into a 69 position then slid my lips
over the tip of his helmet. I noticed it was smooth and hard as my tongue
licked his head followed by my lips closing over the soft skin of his
shaft. I took a long draw on his cock and heard a low moan escape his
lips.

I felt his hand pumping my shaft as I continued to suck long, then harder
on his cock. It only took seven or eight draws before I felt his hips
thrust up and the rush of his warm elixir blast into my mouth. It was his
third blast that sent me over the top. His hand kept pumping while he
came and continued while I came. I shot all over his face, shoulder, and
chest.

Swallowing all he had to offer; I enjoyed his sweet tasting offering. As
I began to come down from my orgasm, I realized his hips were still
pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.
I let it slip free and as I lifted my head, noticing he was still hard.
Oh, to be young again, I thought. Calmly I looked up at his face and the
two of us locked onto each other's eyes.

He raised his cum covered hand to his mouth then tentatively licked some
of my `cum' from his fingers. Smacking his lips, as if to test it for
taste; he said "Uhmm, it's not that bad."

He was smiling at me as we slowly unwound from each other. I turned and I
wrapping him in my arms, pulled him tightly to me. My cum was slippery as
it smeared between our chests. He raised his head and our lips met. It
was a long deep kiss. Quietly I scooped my cum from his face and
deposited it into my mouth. Then I moved closer and kissed him again.

Without hesitation, his tongue slipped into my mouth where I sucked
longingly on it. He withdrew it and mine follow into his mouth where he
hungrily locked his lips around my tongue sharing my cum. I licked the
remainder of my cum from his face and kissed him again. After brushing
his tongue all over mine, he decided he liked the taste of my cum. We lay
together, kissing and caressing one another's bodies for quite some
time, neither wanting to release the other. It seemed our mouths
couldn't get enough of each other, then he side lower to my chest.

On our second go around, after sucking on my nipples, he asked if he
could suck me off. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Then I want to do you as
well again."

We slipped back into another sixty-nine position, and was surprised after
telling him I was going to cum, that he sucked me as far into his mouth
as he could without gagging. I filled his mouth with cum and he choked
then swallowed almost all of it. He was a trooper, even cleaning my cock
of all the drippings after we were finished.

All Donny wanted was to play with my cock from then on. I felt I release
a sex maniac who couldn't get enough of my cock in his mouth. I didn't
even warn him the third time because his cock was receiving the same
stimulation from my mouth.

There was one point, when he was lying on top of me, I massaged his back
and bum then realized Donny had the nicest ass I've ever touched. When
he was lying on his stomach, the mounds of each cheek rose curvaceously
from his body. He told me he liked it when I caressed his bum.

Donny mirrored everything we did that day. He was a quick learner and
very willing to submit and dominate. I was on my front on top of him when
he returned the favor. I shouldn't have worried that I would crush his
small body because he loved and wanted the close contact. He told me he
loved to feel my weight above him.

We played with each other the rest of the day and during our exploration
of each other's bodies, I licked between his toes when we were in an
extended sixty-nine position. They were just to inviting not to, I
thought. After licking between his toes. I sucked on each one. He seemed
to revel in this experience then did the same to me. I enjoyed the
sensation of his mouth sucking on my toes as well. It was nice to simply
let our hands and skin, roam freely, wherever they wanted to go.

I was caressing his smooth hairless, tanned legs, when I paused to talk
about what this means now. "what do you mean" he asked?

"Well," I said "I think I will want to suck your cock on a regular
basis, are you okay with that?"

"For sure" he responded while stifling a laugh. He had a casual
`matter of fact' attitude that said I want to do more of this.

Finally, I suggested we take a shower together. For one it would give us
another sexual experience where we could share each other's bodies and
second it would give me some time to ponder his sexual responses to me.
Frankly I was surprised at how willing he was to explore my body.

I know when I was 14, I may have wanted to be with a man, but it was
quite another to actually do it. Once the shower was at the perfect
temperature I stepped in and indicated for him to follow. I think we both
felt the shower was refreshing. He touched me as much as I touched him.
Either bare hand to bare skin or wash cloth covered hand to bare skin.
Both ways, we left no areas untouched. As we dried each other off I
suggested we go into the kitchen where I could make us a sandwich. We sat
naked, side by side on the couch and ate our late lunch and drank our
sodas.

Looking at this naked boy beside me, I was finding it very hard to
believe we just had a solid day of sex together, I told him "Wow, that
was an incredibly sexy day. Thanks".

"You're welcome" he replied "and I can say the same. I can't believe
it took so long to happen."
"How long have you wanted that to happen" I asked incredulously
thinking how I could not have seen any signals from him.

"Probably from the first time I saw you. But I will say, it was sure
worth the wait" he finished with a smile.

"How did you know you wanted to have sex with me?" I asked

"I didn't" was his simple reply "it just felt right. I've fantasized
for a long time about going to bed with a man. Thanks, it was even better
than I hoped it would be and I'm glad it was with you."

"You're welcome. I guess" I paused. "Do you mind if I ask you a
rather personal question?"

"No, go ahead" he waited.

"Have you had sex with other men or boys?" I noticed he was
contemplating my question. "I don't mean to pry but you seem so
comfortable exploring my body?" It was kind of a question.

"I have not been with another man or boy" he began. "I just found it
so comfortable to talk with you and you actually listened to what I said
after asking me a question" he paused again. "I found all I could do
was think about you, what you would look like, naked and if I gave myself
to you, would you be gentle, that silly kind of teenage boy stuff..." he
ended.

"First off, it's not silly at all and I'm flattered you felt I would
be the one you wanted to share your body with. Was I gentle enough for
you?"

"Oh yeah, you were great!" he exclaimed. "Your cock was definitely
bigger than I thought it would be, but I like it. A lot!" he paused but
looked like he wanted to continue. "It's big and hard and everything I
hoped a cock would be when I got to play with it."

"Well, you have a nice cock as well. I really like it. It feels right
when it's in my mouth."

"Is it big enough for you? It seems so small compared to yours" he
blushed saying this.

"Don't you ever think you don't have enough boy to satisfy this man.
Your cock is endearing to me, and I love it just the way it is." I took
a breath and added, "I love your cock, your chest, your nipples, your
bum, your toes, absolutely every part of your body" I smiled.

"Thanks, but when can we do it again" Donny asked innocently.

"What; coming three times isn't enough for one day?" I smiled in mock
surprise.

"No" he honestly replied "I still have a couple of hours before I have
to be home" he stated.

"Then let me give you an end of day treat before I take you home" I
said as I put my hand out.
Taking my hand, we rose from the couch and walked back to the bedroom.


End of Chapter 3

Sorry Chapter 2 was so short and thanks returning to read the third
chapter of Mark and Donny. I have 5 more chapters already written and
will submit them after editing. I'm not sure if more chapters will
follow after but will determine that later.

As per usual, comments and suggestions are always welcome. email:
bquinn2021@tutanota.com