Date: Fri, 04 Oct 2002 15:21:27 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Mark - Series Part #59 MARK By Lee Mariner September 2002 DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy and depicts sexual acts between young men and boys. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is by purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced or copied without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provisions of their submission guidelines but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written consent of the author. Copyright: September 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * * Chapter #59 While Mark loaded the luggage, I wrote a note telling Sharon and John we had gotten off okay and the number for the motel where we would be. Posting it on the door of the refrigerator with one of those icebox magnets and double-checked the house. Mark had the SUV running when I got too it and I went around too the passenger side opening the door. "Mark, did you fold and hang the wet towels up or spread them on the towel racks?" "I spread them on the racks Uncle Lee. Mom doesn't like the musty odor if you fold them and then hang them up." "Good boy, I couldn't remember. Let's go, we should be ahead of the evening traffic." "Uncle Lee, when are you going to stop calling me boy?" Mark said glancing at me and pulling out of the drive. "Probably never and don't get on your high horse. Swing over Lockerman so we can pickup 275 rather then 75. Less traffic that way, you know where too go after that." "Yes sir. What's the surprise you said Uncle Bill had?" "That you will find out when we get there so don't push it." "Yes sir." * * * * * * * * * The drive from Cincinnati too Louisville was not that long, a little over 100 miles. Mark drove the SUV easily and sensibly. The Interstate had cut through several of the horse breeding farms but the rolling bluegrass framed by miles of white fence slipped by on either side of the concrete ribbon as if there had never been a disturbance. Lexington was a short 20 miles from Louisville and the bluegrass seemed to flow almost to the city limits before being replaced by building and homes. Mark slowed a little when Churchill Downs came up on our left its white buildings and grandstand gleaming in the brilliant sunlight. It was only a few more minutes after we left it behind that we were pulling into the drive of the Holiday Inn-Louisville. A young teenaged boy trotted out as we pulled up and Mark stopped under the canopy. Reaching for the door handle and opening the door with a cheerful, "Welcome to the Holiday Inn-Louisville." "That's a boy Uncle Lee." Mark whispered in my ear. "And not much younger then you, if he is." I said grinning at him. "I wonder if he uses the Spa in the Atrium?" "If you are thinking about finding out Sport, Calvin might have something to say about that or have you forgotten about him?" "Calvin, is he here Uncle Lee?" Mark said excitedly. "We will see him later but that gives you time if you feel like a hot soak." I said teasingly, shifting away from Mark's playful punch. * * * * * * * * * Glancing through the front doors, Terrance Thompson sees the dark blue almost black SUV driving up under the canopy and Ted the parking valet opening the door. "Mr. Michaels and his nephew are here Victor. Are their rooms ready?" "You know they are Terry, you've checked yourself at least three times since Mr. Woolford called." "Yes, yes, I have haven't I? Was the bar and refrigerator taken care of? Mr. Michaels likes Cheves Regal." "All done like you ordered. Paul took care of it himself." "Damn, why am I so nervous?" "You wouldn't want me to answer that question here Terry, why don't you go meet them?" Victor says with a twinkle in his eye. "Ted will take care of the luggage." Thompson glanced at Victor wickedly, "You can tell me later at home." He said over his shoulder walking towards the doors. "Mr. Michaels." He said extending his hand as Lee got out of the SUV. "We've been looking forward too your arrival since Mr. Woolford called, how are you and your nephew?" 'Hi Terry, good seeing you again." Lee said shaking Thompson's hand firmly. "Uncle Bill said we have the same rooms." "You do. We have done a little redecorating since you were here. I think you will like it. Mr. Woolford and Mr. Effingham have contracted for major renovations." He said and noticed Mark helping unload the luggage. "Ted will take care of that Mark." "Oh, I don't mind helping him out." Mark said grinning." "I bet you don't Mark. Come on inside with Mr. Thompson and I, I could use a drink after that harrowing drive down." "Harrowing drive, what do you mean Uncle Lee? I didn't break any speed limits." "No but the closer we got too Louisville, the heavier your foot seemed to get. Is Paul in the lounge Terry?" "I believe he his Lee but the bar in your rooms is stocked." "Bar in the room Uncle Lee? There wasn't any bar there before." Mark said a bit surprised. "I think Terry is telling us it has been added with the redecorating of the rooms." I said, completing the registration form and spinning it around too the young man behind the front desk. "Victor isn't it? How have you been?" "Better since you were here before Mr. Michaels. How have you and Mark been?" Hearing his name, Mark turned looking at Victor and the things Calvin told him about him flashed through his mind as he heard his uncle answer. Victor looked different out of his green and gold uniform. His blond hair was cut short and gleamed under the overhead lights. His blue eyes sparkled as he gazed unflinchingly into his with a light smile on his face. He was wearing a light almost mint green shirt, a dark forest green tie and a dark gold blazer with the Holiday Inn crest embroidered on the breast pocket. He felt a light tingling in his groin as they looked at each other. "We met the evening I served dinner for your uncle, Calvin and you. Remember." "Yes. I do now." Mark said quietly their eyes still locked. "You look a little differently now though." Thompson overheard the exchange and turned around, "Victor replaced Greta at the front desk when she went back too school." "And I bet doing a fine job. Mark you want a soda with me or are you going too the room?" I said. "I'll have a soda with you Uncle Lee and then get our things unpacked. See you later Victor?" "I'm on the day shift all weekend. Mr. Thompson if you're going to join Mr. Michaels, there are a couple of reservations I need to go over with you first." "Take care of that first Terry and then join us." "It'll take just a few minutes Lee. Order me a scotch neat please. Paul knows what I drink." * * * * * * * * * "Take you time Terry, no rush." I said as Mark and I walked too the lounge, Mark looking back over his shoulder briefly. "I don't remember him looking like that Uncle Lee." "Who." I said teasingly smiling. "Victor behind the desk. He's awesome." "Clothes do make a difference as well as the environment. That young boy Ted, you noticed as we drove up looked pretty good if I remember your comments." "Yeah but Victor is different." "Aren't we all?" I said walking too the bar. Paul was standing with his back to us. "Two scotches please. One neat and one on the rocks." I ordered. "Yes sir." Paul said turning and seeing Lee and Mark his face lit up. "Lee." He said excitedly extending his hand over the bar. "I heard you were coming in. Damn it's good to see you." "You to Paul. I don't think you've met my nephew Mark. Mark, Paul Prescott. " "Haven't met him but remember seeing him when you were here before. Nice meeting you Mark, your uncle has told me about you." "All good I hope Mr. Prescott. Could I have a ginger ale please?" "Of course you may and call me Paul. Sitting at the bar or a table Lee?" "At a table Paul, Thompson is joining us. There have been a few changes made from the looks of things." I said as Mark moved off too a table. "Lots of changes since you were here, what, three weeks ago? They are doing a complete remodel. I'll bring these too your table." He said leaning over the bar slightly and whispering. "He looks just like you Lee, a knockout. I can see why you love him." "Thanks Paul. Will I meet your brother while we are here?" "Eric and I are working split shifts, he's working here now. He comes on at 6PM until 2AM. I've been working with him until 10 and then I'm off. We haven't hired another bartender yet and I've been working the 10AM until 10PM shift until we find another one. It's a little rough but Thompson has been working with us until we find someone. Terry's a nice guy, I like him." Paul said starting to pick up the tray. "If you come in later you will meet him." "Mark and I are having dinner with William this evening. I'm not sure what he has planned. Have you used room 110 lately?" I asked softly. "Not since I was there last with someone special. I would like to, would you?" "If there is no problem? I would very much after you get off tomorrow night. I should be able to drop in for a drink and meet Eric then." "What about your nephew?" "If I'm not badly mistaken Mark will be occupied." I said glancing over at him sitting at the table gazing through the lounge doors. "There are a lot of damn fools walking around if he isn't but I have a hunch who he might be occupied with. I'll bring your drinks as soon as I get this guy at the end of the bar." Paul said moving away. * * * * * * * * * Mark sat gazing through the lounge doors as if in a dream. Victor was working at the front desk but I didn't get the feeling he was the one Mark was thinking about as I went to join him. Placing my hand on his shoulder I said "Penny for your thoughts Sport." Looking up, Mark said wistfully, "I was thinking about Calvin Uncle Lee. I was thinking about him and his mother and wondering how she is. How long did Uncle Bill say Calvin's mother had?" It amazed me for a moment when Mark asked the question about Calvin's mother. A few minutes earlier he had been admiring a good-looking young man and then he is concerned with Calvin's mother. "I'm not sure he said Sport. I'm sure she is being well taken care of though and Calvin has William and Charles supporting him." "It's strange Uncle Lee. I don't know what I would do if someone told me that Mom only had a short time to live, I really don't. When Uncle Bill told him about his mother, Calvin was really upset but after awhile he calmed down as we talked about it. I really felt good being there for him and letting him know how much I loved him. Maybe you thought I was being silly when I said what I did about Victor and that other boy, but Calvin really means a lot too me." "No Sport, you're growing up. Calvin needed you and you were there for him. Admiring Victor is natural. I would have been surprised if you or anyone else didn't; he is an attractive young man. As for loving Calvin, you fell in love with him the first time you met, he is kind of special." "Two drinks, scotch on the rocks and a ginger ale." Paul said. "Lee, Terry called on the intercom and asked me to give you his apologies and could he have a rain check. He said something about a convention." "Thanks Paul." Finishing our drinks, Mark and I were leaving the lounge when Victor walked up. "Mr. Michaels, Mr. Woolford called while you were in the lounge. I was going to transfer the call but he asked that you call him." "Thanks Victor, I'll call him from the room." "Yeah Uncle Lee, he was checking me out alright." Mark said as we walked down the hallway. "He didn't take his eyes off of you." "He was talking with me Sport, you usually look at the person your talking with." I said opening the door too our room. "Ugh huh, sure you do. I always look at your face not your crotch." "You little imp." I said reaching for him but he dodged away. "If you weren't so big I'd spank your bottom for you." "You mean you might try don't you?" He said standing a couple of arms lengths away his eyes flashing. Pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, he stood with his legs spread his magnificent chest heaving with excitement. "Like to try spanking me Unc?" He was beautiful standing in front of me his smooth muscled arms akimbo in a wrestlers stance, eyes gleaming and a playful smile on his face. His mood had changed. "I think that ginger ale must have gone too your head Sport." I said advancing as he backed up glancing quickly over his shoulder for the doorway too the bedroom. "And the scotch probably slowed you down a little." He said grinning and unsnapping his jeans, pulling the zipper down as I took off my shirt. Watching Mark undress as he backed away was exciting and the blood rushed through my veins at the sight of his smooth muscled gleaming body and his thick cock springing free, steel hard. Slowly advancing towards him I kicked my loafers off and unzipped my slacks just as he backed into the bed falling backwards his jeans down around his knees. Stripping my slacks off, neither one of us had briefs on, I fell forward covering his heaving chest with mine grinding the steel hard length of my throbbing cock against his. He resisted for a moment and I pinned his arms over his head looking into his gleaming eyes, golden flecks flashing. His muscles flexed and rippled as he tried flipping me off of him, his breathing quickening with the effort when suddenly he relaxed breathing fast, smiling up at me. "No fair Uncle Lee, you didn't let me get my jeans and sneakers off." Rolling off too the side I took my socks off while Mark untied his sneakers and fell backwards kicking his jeans from his legs and jumped up running to the other side of the bed. He stood there looking at me, his chest heaving, his golden body gleaming in the light from the sheen of sweat we had worked up. "Greco style Uncle Lee." He exclaimed laughing, jumping in the middle of the bed on his knees his thick rod quivering like a javelin jutting from its thick nest of golden hair. We wrestled for several minutes grunting, groaning both of us breathing hard, sweat pouring over us, hard muscled bodies straining. Mark could probably have pinned me if he really tried but this was another part of his makeup, playing. He loved the intimate contact and enjoyed the feel of his body against hard flesh. His muscles would flex and bulge as he grappled with me and I felt the power flowing through him. The thought flashed through my mind, "God help the man that ever tried taking him if he didn't want to be." Suddenly as we were straining against each other he went limp as a rag doll and pulled me down on top of him holding my body against his in a vice like grip. His light brown hair was dark with sweat and his eyes blazed with desire and lust. "Make love too me Uncle Lee, take me." He whispered huskily his chest heaving. His mood changed from competitor too lover and his muscles relaxed. His lips tasted salty from sweat and his tongue was like a hot rapier dodging and twisting around mine. He ground his hips gently against mine as we kissed; his fingers floating over me like the wings of a bird sending sharp electric tingling bursts shooting through every nerve in my body. It was as if a soft euphoric mist descending over us and I lifted up on my arms looking down on Mark. He smiled softly and his eyes were like portals filled with an inner love that radiated from their depths. "Take me Uncle Lee." He whimpered softly. Leaning back slightly, I lifted his legs over my shoulders. Leaning forward my cock touching the entrance too his inner self, I spit in my hand and mixed the saliva with the thick pre-cum flowing from my cockhead. I resisted the urge to impale his body, feeling my muscles slowly relaxing. My weight slowly drove my thick throbbing rod deep into the volcanic heat of his bowels and Mark moaned in a low whisper, "Yesss, oh yessss." We made love too each other in slow soft consuming waves riding the feelings of ecstasy to the heights of the joy of lovers devouring, needing and loving each other. Mark's seed burst forth gushing like hot magma from the depths of his loins covering his chest and he groaned thrashing driving his hips upwards his sphincter muscle gripping, squeezing and my cock swelled jerking hot sperm rushing upwards through my cock flooding his bowels like hot bolts of lightening exploding and filling us both. Making love too Mark was making love too my companion, my alter ego, my life. We renewed the bond, that connection between us that grew stronger as we rested in each other's arms. A soft afterglow of feelings flowed between Mark and I and I whispered in his ear, "I love you Sport, I don't know what I would do without you." Nibbling on the lobe of my ear gently and kissing me, he said softly, "No one or nothing can ever come between us Uncle Lee. I can't really explain how I feel when we make love. It's like what Uncle Bill said, with someone else it is sex with some feeling or you wouldn't have sex with them. Between you and me it is a love between two spirits, a love that only we can feel. When you enter me and I enter you it is like we are joining each other. It's not me fucking you or you fucking me, it's me giving the only thing I have that I can give you, me. Not just for a little while, but for always and I can feel it from you. It's silly I guess, but sometimes I feel like a little boy, the little boy that sat in your lap and never wanted you to let go." "Uncle Bill is pretty wise Sport but you just summed it all up. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever really know all there is too know about you. You keep on surprising me." Giggling his little boy giggle Mark run his finger over and around my chest muscles, "you've only known me 17 years Uncle Lee." "Yes but you know more then I did at 17. I've got to call Uncle Bill and then we better get cleaned up, you're just a little messy. How about you get the shower ready while I call?" * * * * * * * * * The phone rang as we were getting out of bed.