Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2003 14:17:45 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Mark - Series Part #64 Mark (c) By Lee Mariner April 2003 DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy that will depict homosexual events between young men and boys. It is intended for adult readers, not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters and events are fictional and there is no intended similarity between characters living or deceased. ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. All stories I have written can be found in the Nifty Archives under the Name of Lee Mariner and listed under Prolific Authors. Legal Copyright: This story is copyrighted (c) by the author and is not to be reproduced in any form without the specific written consent of the Author. It has been assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their Submission Guidelines but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written consent of the author. Copyright: April 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * Chapter # 64 It is really amazing what someone can do with a little imagination and building materials. Where a glass wall had once been, a new thick plexi-glass wall replaced it. Stainless steel hand rails were installed the length of the wall and the lower portion was opaque up to about the chest height of a 6' man for the privacy of guests walking to and from the Atrium. A water absorbent forest green Berber carpet had been installed in the hallway complimenting the dark red brick of the outside wall. Mark and Calvin had used the Atrium on our last visit but it was all new to me. The outside walls looking out over the interior patio were of the same opaque safety glass. The floors were a light green and several interconnecting runners of the same forest green Berber carpet as the hallway had been installed in the tile floor. On the left as you entered was a kidney shaped pool and at one end the overflow from an elevated hot tub formed a waterfall into the pool. At the opposite end of the kidney shape, water circulated in a kiddy size pool its overflow running into that end of the main pool. Potted plants and bushes with palm tree's separating them were distributed along the glass wall assisting with the privacy of the swimmers. The weight room, steam and spas were on the right. An attendant's desk was located against the outside wall and all of the necessary supplies were in easily accessible racks. There was a large sign disclaiming the motel's responsibility when anyone used the facilities since there were no lifeguards or attendants on duty. Mark had a Bow flex and free weights in his weight room but the motel weight room was a bodybuilders dream. There were Bow flex machines, exercise bicycles, treadmills, elevated step machines, free weights with thick pads on the floor and a completely equipped Nautilus workout system. I could see Mark and Calvin sitting side by side on one of the Bow flex's competing with each other. There were doors, with the appropriate signs, leading to the spas, shower rooms, dry heat rooms and rest rooms and again the large warning sign about using the equipment at your own risk. It was a legal necessity since there was no attendant but it would not hold up in court if some suffered an injury. II I finished my exercise routine using one of the Bow Flex machines and the feel of the blood flowing into my muscles was stimulating. Between exercises I flexed in the front of the mirrors checking the muscular symmetry. I was no more Narcissistic then any man that took care of his body but there was an intoxicating feeling of power and excitement in looking at the pumped muscles and definition of one's body when finishing an exercise routine. I had planned on soaking in the hot tub but since it was located in the main Atrium and not private, I switched to a dry heat sweat room. Mark and I enjoyed being naked together in the hot tub at his Dad's so since I was alone I used the dry heat room naked. After twenty minutes I took a shower in tepid water. As the water ran over me there was a sharp tingling feeling running through relaxing muscles. Wrapping a towel around my waist when I was finished I put the terry cloth robe on and returned to my rooms feeling invigorated. Checking the travel alarm clock beside the bed, I set the alarm for 4:30PM and slipped between the soft cool sheets on the bed, slowly dozing off trying to remember when was the last time I had slept alone. III I slept soundly with only little snippets floating in my dreams. Uncle Bill, Calvin, Eric, Paul. Soft billowing mists covered their nakedness but I could feel their fingers gently brushing over me like the wings of a butterfly creating feelings of arousal. I heard a knocking sound from somewhere in the depths of the mist but I couldn't see a door or window in the whiteness of the mists. I heard Mark calling me from inside the swirling mist and straining I saw him moving naked through the thick white mists. His magnificent body glowed a soft golden hue and he moved with the athletic grace of a gazelle, his eyes gleaming. I watched fascinated as he moved closer locking his eyes with mine. He leaned over me brushing my lips with his, whispering. "Uncle Lee, its time to wake up." I heard myself moaning Mark's name and I felt the bed give under the weight of his body as he sat next to me and I opened my eyes when I felt someone sitting on the other side of the bed. Mark sat looking down at me and he lowered his head kissing me softly touching my lips with his tongue. "That Sport is the way I like being woke up. What time is it, where's Calvin." "It is after 5PM and Calvin is sitting behind you. The next time you set the clock, remember to pull the little switch out so the alarm works." He said grinning down at me, the little gold flecks flashing in his eyes and I lifted my head looking in the direction he was. The bed sheet was pulled tight over me and I knew they both could see the outline of my semi-hard cock. "How was your mother Calvin." I asked turning my head to look at him. "She looked like she was feeling a little better Uncle Lee, Maybe Mark and I will be able to visit her again tomorrow before he leaves." He said smiling, his blue eyes shining. "I'm glad to hear she is doing well Cal. I don't see any reason you and Mark shouldn't be able to have a short visit tomorrow." I said, shifting my eyes too Mark. "Now nephew of mine. If you will move so I can get out of bed, I'd very much like to relieve my bladder." "We'll wait in the living room while you dress Uncle Lee." He said, getting up from the bed. I didn't wait for them to leave but went ahead and threw the sheet back. My bladder ached and my half hard cock swung from side to side as I got out of bed heading for the bathroom. "I'll only be a few minutes getting dressed. You guys hungry?" "Starved." They both said in unison like one voice and Calvin added. "I feel like I could eat a horse." "Well give me a minute and we will see what we can do." I called out from the bathroom, aiming for the commode. IV Calvin was only half right, both he and Mark ate as only healthy young men can. I was about to ask Calvin what he was planning for after his mother passed away but a little warning bell tinkled in the recesses of my brain and I didn't. He might have thought it was putting the cart before the horse since he had only recently become a part of Uncle Bill's household. Calvin was trying to juggle his feelings for Uncle Bill, Mark and his mother, that is a daunting task for most people let alone someone as young as he. How things were going to work out between the two of them had been on my mind since Calvin had remarked how much he loved Mark and wished Mark felt the same for him as he did for me. It was one of those touchy subjects that we all avoided until we absolutely needed to confront it. Either way it worked out, the decision had to be made by both of them with little outside influence. I was unconsciously in thought when I heard Mark. "Uncle Lee, since Mr. Adams is not going to be here until tomorrow are you planning anything tonight?" "Not that I know of Mark. The dinner plans Uncle Bill had made for tonight are cancelled and Charles told me Uncle Bill wanted to rest. What are you and Calvin planning?" I said glancing between the two of them. "We thought we might go to a movie. Would you like to go with us? " He said. "Thanks for the invite but I am going to have a couple of drinks at the bar and then curl up alone with a book, Death in Holy Orders, that I have been carrying with me. It's a murder mystery. " I said signing the restaurant ticket. "Thanks for dinner Uncle Lee." Calvin said as we left the restaurant. "Any time Cal, You guys have fun and be careful." I said. I went outside with them and they both kissed me on the cheek and Mark whispered in my ear, "I love you." He caught up with Calvin and I waved as they drove away. V Paul started pouring a drink when he saw me walking in the direction of the lounge. "Your starting to knew me too well Paul. Where's Eric, you let him off early?" "He's doing some things Mom wanted. He turned blood red when I gave him his briefs." "I shouldn't have done that Paul. I didn't think he might be embarrassed. It was a little like bragging on my part letting you know Eric and I were in bed." Laughing, Paul's eyes sparkled. "You don't' know my little brother. He did the bragging after I gave them too him. You really impressed him just like you did me." "Touché Paul, that goes both ways. Eric is a very impressive young man but I wouldn't call him little, not at all. He's pretty much like his older brother from what I have seen." "Now you're embarrassing me." He said his face flushing slightly. "You have nothing to be ashamed of Paul." I said tapping the lip of my glass. "One more and then I turn in for the night." "I saw Mark and Calvin leaving Lee. If I didn't have to meet Eric after work I'd love to keep you company. Were staying tonight with a couple of guys we know and in the morning the four of us are headed for Frankfort. There is a gay softball team that Eric belonged to and he wants to show me off to some of his friends. Terry hired a temporary bartender for tomorrow & Monday so we could be off." "Sometime things don't work out Paul. I'll be leaving early Monday afternoon or as soon as my business here is finished. Mark has to be in school Monday so he is leaving tomorrow afternoon and I'm behind schedule for a meeting in Dover, Delaware." "And Eric and I'll be in Frankfort." He said wistfully. "Hey Paul, there'll be other times." I said rubbing the back of his hand with my forefinger. "Mark graduates in June and his 18th birthday is next August. I probably should learn how to fly and buy a plane." I chuckled quietly. "I guess Lee. I love Eric but I sure have strong feelings for you. I thought I knew what being gay was all about but you taught me a lot that night. I'll never forget it." He said filling my glass and moving away to take care of other customers. Eric was good looking and sexy but Paul had a masculine demeanor that Eric lacked. Paul had the masculine demeanor of a man where Eric was a young hunky stud oozing sex. Mark was a combination of both, masculine and a sexy stud. Throwing off the last of my drink I slid off of the stool. Paul saw me and moved in my direction. "Leaving Lee." He said quietly still holding the scotch bottle. "I'd better Paul. A couple more of those and I'll sleep like a baby. You and Eric have a safe trip and I'll see you my next trip in." "You too Lee, be looking forward to it. Do you still have the card I gave you?" "In my wallet, why?" "Here's a new one Eric printed up for me. It's got my email address on it. Drop me a line." He said handing me his new card. His eyes were glistening and I had a lump in my throat as I took the card and left the lounge. VI Paul and I had been talking longer then I realized it was almost midnight and I was a little more emotionally exhausted then I knew. Mark and Calvin were on my mind and concern for Uncle Bill didn't help. As much as I enjoyed being with Mark and being in Louisville, I was sort of looking forward to getting too Dover and back in harness. I needed to get back to work and the deal that Phil Cohigg had spoke about sounded interesting and if Taylor Bridges was involved it was even more interesting. At the moment though, I wanted a good hot shower before hitting the sack. Overriding the automatic settings of the shower, I set it so all three of the shower heads poured hot water with an almost deluge force. Standing under the water I leaned forward putting my hands on the back wall for support. The hot streams were like needles massaging my back and I felt my muscles relaxing. Steam billowed around me fogging the glass walls of the shower. The scotch I had drank combined with the hot water helped the tensions of emotion drain away and I wasn't thinking about anything except enjoying the shower and the soothing strains of a Strauss waltz coming from the speakers. I was drifting in an almost euphoric state of contentment and I didn't hear the shower door open. I felt two hard muscled arms slip around my chest holding me like steel bands tight, against a smooth hard muscular body and a thick soft cock pressing into the crack of my cheeks. I was surprised at first not expecting anyone in the shower with me but I would know the feel of his body anywhere. "Mark, what are you doing here?" I said twisting in his arms. "Do you really think I was going to leave you alone Uncle Lee?" He said brushing my lips with his. "What about Calvin, where is he?" I spluttered, slipping my arms around his broad shoulders. "Uncle Lee, hold me tight." He said laying his head on my shoulder. Reaching behind him, I pushed the button that turned the showerheads off but left a fine mist. I held him tight feeling the soft beat of his heart against my chest and the warmth of his breathing as his chest rose and fell. We held each other for several minutes, not saying any more just letting the warm mist wash over us. Taking a sponge from the shelf in the shower I soaked it with a liquid herbal soap. Holding it in my one hand I lifted his head with the fingers of my other hand under his chin, looking into his soft hazel eyes. "You okay Sport?" I asked softly. "I always am when you hold me Uncle Lee." He said squeezing me tighter. I didn't say anything else, I held him tight still holding the soap soaked sponge. After a few minutes he let his arms slip from around my waist and he took the sponge and started washing me. We washed each other with the thick herbal suds and the warm mist cleansed the suds away as we washed. He had the body of a man but he was still a little boy not yet fully understanding his emotions. Usually when we showered together, we played enjoying a wide range of emotions but this time I could sense a change in him and the conversation I had earlier in the morning with Calvin flashed through my mind. Some of his playfulness surfaced as we dried each other. His golden body gleamed and when I touched him his smooth magnificent muscles quivered and his cock swelled slightly. After he finished drying me he kissed the hard nipples of my breast and I shuddered at the touch of his lips and tongue. We looked at each other for a minute breathing a little heavier, a feeling of togetherness, belonging, flowing between through and over us. His eyes sparkled, the golden flecks returned and we held each other close pressing our hardening cock together. Kissing softly our tongues played briefly and when he pulled away he swallowed running his tongue over his lips. "Is that what scotch whiskey tastes like? I don't think I like it." He said wrinkling his nose "Don't knock if you haven't tried it but if you do, don't make a habit of it," I said smacking his butt and reaching for the Scope. We both brushed our teeth and rinsed with the Scope before getting into bed. He slid between the sheets under a light blanket and when I was beside him he turned on his side putting his arm over my chest, his leg over mine sliding his knee under my balls and I felt his semi-soft cock pressing against my thigh. He snuggled close with his head resting on my shoulder and I put my arm over his shoulders and with my other hand I ran my fingers over his ribs. His body was warm and satiny soft and I held him close to me feeling the slow even rhythm of his heartbeat and the warmth of his breathing. After a few minutes he inhaled deeply and exhaled with a deep sigh. In a sort of muffled tone I heard him say, "Calvin went on home Uncle Lee." His body shuddered and he pulled his body closer. I placed my hand on the side of his face and with my arm around still around his shoulders I held him tight. He wept softly, quietly and I felt his tears falling on my chest and I stroked his face and hair. His weeping was tearing the heart out of me but I could only hold and comfort him as much as I could not really knowing but only suspecting what was wrong. It was several minutes before Mark ceased weeping and I felt his muscles slowly relaxing, his breathing and heart beat returning to a normal rhythm. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong? Why did Calvin go home alone?" I asked running my hand over his hair. Mark turned his body until he was lying on my chest, his body half on and off of me. He slid one arm under my left shoulder blade and put his other hand on my cheek, looking down into my eyes. "We didn't stay for all of the movie Uncle Lee. Calvin started asking a lot of questions about where our relationship was going, He wanted to know where I was going to college and why didn't I go too school here with him. He said that now that he had his own apartment we could live there and he was pretty sure Uncle Bill wouldn't mind. I asked him if he had spoken with Uncle Bill but he told me he needed to know where we stood before he did that." Apparently the conversation Calvin and I had earlier hadn't done much good, he had done exactly the opposite of what we spoke about and he was pushing. "What did you tell him Sport?" I said softly. "That I hadn't decided where I was going to school but more then likely I would attend school in Delaware. He got angry when I said that." "Why would he get angry?" "Please Uncle Lee, don't get mad at Calvin but he thinks I love you more than I do him and that was the only reason I wanted to go too Delaware since you would be there. I tried telling him you are my uncle and I loved you different then him but he got angrier. He told me that if I loved you so much more then him maybe I should be staying with you. When he said that, I got upset and told that he probably was right and we came on back here. He drove home in his pickup. I thought I loved Calvin but I've never seen him act this way and I'm not so sure now. Did I do wrong Uncle Lee?" "Not really Sport, not from what you are saying about how Calvin acted. He really has no reason to be angry because you aren't going to school here and he has known about how we feel for each other ever since he first met you and I. He is probably scared because his mother is so ill and what with everything that has happened because of how Uncle Bill feels for him he is frustrated. " "Maybe Uncle Lee but he doesn't have the right to tell me what I should do. When he accused me of loving you more then him, well that hurt." "It probably did Sport but don't let it get to you. Tomorrow he will probably call and want to see you." I said stroking his back, running my fingers up and down his spine, his head resting on my chest. "I don't know if I want to if he's going to act like he did tonight." He mumbled. "Let's see tomorrow before you make a decision." I said. His breathing was soft and regular, his body completely relaxed and kissing the top of his head I clasped my hands at the small of his back holding him close. Mark had drifted into a deep sleep lying halfway on my chest and in my arms. His breathing was deep and there was an angelic look on his face. "Yes, my heart you have had your first lovers quarrel and right or wrong you will live through it." I thought, feeling drowsiness creeping over me, the soft beat of his heart in rhythm with mine, lulling me deeper into slumber with him. * * * * * * * * TBC