Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2024 22:31:42 -0400
From: Steve <marcandme5@gmail.com>
Subject: Mark 2

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Mark and Me

Spring and summer came late this year. While we had beautiful warm, dry
days, nighttime lows would get into the upper teens. It was strange to wake
up chilly, be warm in an hour, hot by midday, and cool by late afternoon. I
didn't mind coming home to a chilly house when I got off work, but I didn't
often have to do that. Mark would typically come in for his coffee at six
and, if I was working quietly, ask if I wanted to come over for the
night. Ten might have been a little late for an early riser like Mark, but
I was just getting my second wind by that point, an asset Mark probably
enjoyed. By June, he had adjusted his start time for him and the crew an
hour later.

Our sexual escapades had gotten a lot steamier. While I thoroughly enjoyed
our first time together, sex with him was becoming a lot of fun and very
regular. Mark wasn't at all effeminate, but he sure loved taking me and my
loads. We never talked about the future, and we never discussed our
status. We simply enjoyed having lots of good sex and sometimes hanging out
together. I felt years younger sleeping over at his place, and he was in a
better mood when I saw him come in for his coffee. Still the straight guy
in public, he never gave away that we were up to anything, although he
talked a little more and always nodded if I asked under my breath,
"Tonight?" There were times I wondered why I had a house of my own. I
rarely slept there anymore and was glad I had nothing to hold me there like
a pet, wife, or child.

Weekends were a particularly fun time to spend with Mark. Neither of us was
an alcoholic, but after making me a good breakfast, we began drinking,
pacing ourselves, and doing some outdoor work together. He was perfectly
capable and probably didn't even need my help, but I was glad it freed up
some time for him so we could have sex. There are times when you first get
together with someone that the sex is so frequent that it seems that's all
you have time for. I was glad that we did more together than just that. And
I was happy I had a willing partner and a good buddy to have fun with.

One Saturday afternoon in June, after finishing some work on the gutters
and a few beers, Mark stripped down and jumped into the pool. In real life,
you rarely get glimpses of what you see in TV commercials or magazine ads,
but the sight of a muscular, tight man diving naked into a pool stirred
me. The sun was shining just right, the water looked so clear, and he
absolutely looked like a model at the angle he jumped in. I quickly got
undressed and jumped into the pool. I swam underwater and came up next to
him. After I shook the excess water from my hair, he reached over, grabbed
my waist, and pulled me next to him, planting a big kiss on my lips. I
grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me, our cocks instantly stirring
despite the cold water shrinkage in our balls.

"Why don't you go over to the edge and show me that hole that belongs to
me," I said, not quite knowing where my possessiveness came from.

Mark looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and kissed me again. Then he quickly
broke the kiss, swam to the side of the pool, and promptly leaned over the
edge, exposing his hairy hole. The sunlight was gleaming off the water, and
his ass looked particularly inviting. I bent down and started eating him
out. This would have been a first in our sexual repertoire. I knew he was
clear down there, and any really sweaty stuff would have come off in the
pool by now. Mark groaned as I began putting my tongue into his hairy
pucker. I was unrelenting in giving him a thorough rim job. We didn't have
lube, so I needed to get him prepped for me. I put my hands firmly on his
waist and held him still as I licked, tongued, and slurped at his
hole. Within minutes, he was gasping and begging me to fuck him. I spread
his ass cheeks and put my raging cock at his hole.

"Fuck me," Mark demanded with a low groan. He didn't wait for me to comply;
he simply slid himself backward and impaled himself onto my steel-hard
cock. I was shocked but not surprised. Since we had been having sex, he
never hesitated to take me; he never said no, and he never asked me to slow
down.

In our sexual antics, we had tried every position imaginable, but the pool
was a new one for us. He grabbed the edge of the wall and firmly planted
one foot just inches in front of the other to stay steady. I grabbed his
hips and began to nail him in earnest. I could see the muscles of his back
taut from gripping the side of the pool keeping himself steady to be sure I
didn't miss a stroke. My rim job had prepped him pretty nicely, and within
a few minutes, he was wet inside from the steady stream of precum I was
laying in him. He was grunting with pleasure and egging me on.

"Give me your nut, buddy. C'mon, fill that hole; I'm going carry your load
all day," Mark coached me.

He had me nearly hypnotized with his dirty talk, and I could feel my load
building. I dug in my fingers to his waist and began long dicking him. He
was slick inside, and I could see his back muscles twitch.

"Your ass belongs to me! You're going to carry my load because you know you
belong to me," I snapped back.

He groaned and threw his head back, and his muscles became very tense, and
I heard him cry out. He was coming hands-free. As he began his first shot
into the water, my inner thighs started tingling, my nuts began churning,
and I could feel a violent orgasm coming through my cock. I exploded in
Mark's ass, and simultaneously, he began clamping down on me from the
intensity of his own orgasm. I leaned forward while still maintaining my
death grip on his waist and kissed him on his neck. He cried out one last
time, and then, as we subsided, I could see him tremble in front of me. He
was shaking. Actually, he was sobbing.

I stopped moving, loosened my grip on him, and gently pulled out.

"Mark, what's wrong?" I asked. I was genuinely concerned that I had somehow
hurt him.

He turned around and sat on the pool's edge, shaking his head, tears
running down his face. He took a deep breath, smiled, and cleared his
throat.

"Nothing, except how did you do that? How did you get me to come without
even touching me?"

"I didn't do anything except what I always do: You came," I said, grabbing
his shoulder.

"I've never done that before; I've never come without touching myself. That
was intense," he said and reached out to hug me, "Sorry, I got to acting
like a pussy."

I laughed and squeezed him back hard. "It had to feel pretty good if it
brought you to tears," I said.

He laughed, "It felt great; I still think you had something to do with it."

"Let's go to dinner tonight," Mark said later in the day, "I feel like
celebrating."

After he dressed, we drove to my house so I could change. I never had more
than a toothbrush at his place. I could fit his clothes, but I didn't feel
like we were at that point, so I promised that I wouldn't be any longer
than 15 minutes to be ready to head out the door. I lived in a much smaller
home in town, and he came in with me. Like Mark, I'm pretty spartan in my
decorating, and he sat down at the edge of my bed while I changed. I
slipped out of my shorts and underwear, and I could see him grabbing at his
crotch. I smiled.

"You know, I didn't make reservations anywhere; we aren't going to be
late," he grinned at me mischievously.

I started laughing, thinking where I knew where this was heading. He
slipped out of his jeans, and his underwear was on the floor in seconds. He
scooted to the pillows on my bed and lifted and opened his legs. No shame
now. He smirked at me, defying me for a decline. I could see his hairy
hole. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my bottle of lube.

"Don't, you won't need it," he chuckled, "I want your sexy body on top of
me and you pounding me as hard as you want with your big dick."

I needed no more coaxing, not that I did before that anyhow. I got up on
the bed, grabbed Mark's ankles, and slid into his waiting hole. He was
right. He didn't need lubed up, which was good for him. I immediately began
pounding out his hot hole, bouncing him around the bed like it was our
first time. He grunted and groaned and stayed with me as I thoroughly
fucked him, crying out sometimes, closing his eyes sometimes, and keeping
his hands rubbing my lower belly or holding my hips.

"What the fuck, Steve, what are you doing to me?" he managed to pant out
between thrusts.

I could see his body contorting, his face tightening up, and his abs
contracting. He had goosebumps running all over his body.

"Keep hitting it, buddy, I'm going to come any second. Don't stop for
anything right now. Keep plowing me," he growled hoarsely.

His face turned flush, and within seconds, he was spurting load all over
himself hands-free again. Not to miss a beat, and knowing he was close, I
began my final hard thrusts, pumping a load into him that would have
knocked him up if he was a woman.

"Gawd damn," he howled as the final spurts came from him.

I was spent, he was spent, and I rolled over next to him on the bed and put
my hand under the back of his head. He looked over at me with questioning
eyes.

"That was all you, stud," I said, "I might have helped get you there, but
that was all you."

"You don't get it, do you?" Mark replied, grinning, "You took me there; it
was because of you that I could."

I lay there a minute, not knowing how to respond.

"You said today my hole belongs to you," Mark said softly. "Remember that?"

"I do," I smiled.

"Well, for the past month or so, I've been thinking that I want to belong
to you." He looked downwards, a bit ashamed. It was a heartfelt confession,
and I knew it took courage to say it out loud.

For someone who had spent a career having a quick comeback for employees or
customers, I was stumped. I reached over gently and put my hand on his
heart. He was trembling slightly.

"Look at me," I whispered.

He looked up at me, smiling weakly. I could tell he wasn't sure what I was
about to say, and he was vulnerable. I don't think, where he was in life,
he was ever in that position much.

"I. . .I. . .I just want to know what that means, what you've been
thinking," I stammered for probably the first time in my adult life.

His smile broadened, "Cat got your tongue?" His eyes twinkled, "I want to
see you and only you. You know I haven't seen anyone else since we met. I
want to go to bed and wake up with you every day. I want you around all the
time."

I rolled over back on top of him and had he said anything else, we would
have been going for round two. I smiled at him.

"I'd like that! I'd like to be around you all the time." I kissed him
gently but passionately. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I
could hear him hum as we kissed.

I looked at his face as we broke, and I could see him smiling, with a tear
at the edge of his eye, ready to fall to the pillow. I reached up with my
thumb and tenderly touched it dry.

"Only happy times, now. I'm yours, and you belong to me," I said, beaming
at him.

"I love you," he sighed.

We went to dinner at an old local favorite that served mainly pasta dishes
and beer. One thing about this town is that it has its share of chain
restaurants and new Chinese places popping up and disappearing here and
there. Still, the people who grew up here would always patronize the locals
who had been in town for nearly 80 years. It was a way of life insulated
from the outside world. Pittsburgh was only 30 miles away, but Friday or
Saturday night was for eating in town. Cell phones and the internet may
have arrived decades ago with all its flashy new things that got attention
and then disappeared like a faint memory. The staples - good food, locally
owned grocery stores, and the carpetbaggers who appeared in the 90s
received their regular attention, which left the chains and out-of-town
corporate places to take care of the overflow or the newcomers that didn't
know how things were done here.

Mark was well-known enough around town that a few people stopped by to say
hello. I smiled as I watched this shy butch man talk to people he had done
work for in the past. He was genuine, quiet, reserved, and gracious with
them. He introduced me to a few as his 'good buddy.' I was OK with that
because while it was 2023, attitudes remained firmly planted in the 70s and
80s. I was fully aware of where we were, and while most people had heard of
being woke, they weren't participating. Not that I expected them to or even
wanted them to do so. Even good progress changes things forever, and only
sometimes in a good way.

Mark held my hand on the way home. We chatted about dinner, some of the
people who stopped by to talk, and what he wanted to do tomorrow since it
would be another lovely day. Not that Mark was ever in a bad mood, but the
change I saw in him since we had been dating was noticeable and thrilled
me. I liked him before, but I started to feel that I was also falling in
love with him. We went to bed that night with me holding him snuggled up
beside me, enjoying being spooned.

One morning in early August, we were waking up after having been out for
dinner the night before.

"I love you," I whispered in his ear.

"I love you. You have me really horny this morning laying up next to
you. You feel so good, and I need it bad," he whispered.

Never have I needed to be asked twice; I grabbed the lube from the
nightstand, quickly rubbed some on me, and then slid my middle finger into
Mark. He groaned. I turned onto my side to better enter him, and without
much ado, I slipped into him solidly. He groaned again. I grabbed his hip
and held onto him for dear life. I was sliding in powerfully at a good,
steady pace. I grabbed the hair at his neck, pulled on it tightly, and
grunted as I plowed him from behind. Mark was howling and cursing as I
pummeled his ass.

"There you go again with that magic dick of yours, I hope you're ready to
bust soon. You fucking stud. Gawd, I'm staying on the edge, hoping you can
come quick."

I felt my cock swelling, and while it wasn't necessarily difficult, I was
tighter inside him. I knew we were working on pure lubricant and precum,
allowing me to keep moving. I groaned deeply and said, "It's all yours,
baby," as I let loose a guttural screech, filling him with the contents of
my balls. He cried out as he shot across the edge of the bed, onto the
floor and spilling seed everywhere. I stayed in him until I slipped out,
deflated.

As we caught our breath, Mark started laughing.

"You can wash the sheets today," he chuckled, "they're a wreck."

"No problem, stud. I love you."

Mark rolled over and faced me as our breathing had returned to normal.

"I love you. I belong to you, but I, er, uhm," he started. He took a deep
breath and swallowed.

"I want to formally, legally belong to you. Will you marry me?"

I don't know if it was the sincerity with which he said it or if it was
after-sex bliss, but I burst out in tears.

"Whoa, Steve. It's OK. You know I love you, and I haven't been this happy
in a long time. You make me feel right. We've got the living together part
down, but I know that if there's anything I couldn't do right now, it's
living without you. You've become my everything, my reason for wanting to
wake up. I'm complete with you, and I've never felt that before for
anyone." He tried to wipe away my tears.

I sniffed and pulled him close, kissing him on his neck and shoulder.

"When I first met you, I pictured some fun. I never planned on falling in
love with you, but I did. You know I wouldn't want to live without you,
either. I love you!"

I kissed him deeply. Yes, we had just had mind-blowing sex, like usual, but
this kiss felt different. It felt more profound and more meaningful. The
tears had evaporated.

"Yes, I'll marry you!"