Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 00:28:25 -0700 From: Lael Stalnaker Subject: Valentine's Day Surprise Part 2 This is a work of fiction and therefore not real in any sense. It is intended for adults and not for the casual (or not so casual) perusal of minors. If same sex pairs, in sexual situations, offends your delicate sensiblities, then I suggest those sensiblities exit this page post haste. It is the sole responsibility of the reader to determine the legality of reading this fiction; thereby taking on the decision to continue reading is of your own free will and desire. Comments can be directed to me at: vanyelashkev@pacbell.net All email will be answered, though no guarantee on a timely manner! *grin* If you ache for more of my writing, try having a look at my web site, http://www.laelnet.com. All of my stories are now collected there. A huge thanks to Duckie for putting it together for me. *bigger grin* ----------------------------------------------------------- "Valentine's Day Surprise" By Lael Stalnaker Part Two of Two *********************************************************** Mark smiled at Trevor's confusion. Trevor stared, not believing that Mark was really there after so many years. He fingered the gift box still clutched in his hand, suddenly unsure of himself. Trevor hoped that all of this meant what he thought, but dreaded saying something first. Mark watched all of the emotional changes on Trevor's face and knew he better say something soon. "Trevor," began Mark. "I wanted to talk to you for the longest time about something, but I wasn't sure how you would react." Mark paused, waiting to see what Trevor would do. When Trevor just sat staring, Mark began to doubt the wisdom of any of what he had done. Terror gripped him. Maybe he had made a horrible mistake. "Uh... Oh to hell with it! I am just gonna say it and to hell with being coy. I love you. I have since we were little. It changed some when we got older, but that just made it stronger. Now I can't think of anyone but you. I know you tried dating... but I never did. I knew I didn't want to be with anyone but you. "I did do something with a guy on the soccer team, once, but it wasn't as fun as when we did things. I kept thinking of you. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything now about that, but I thought you should know. Um, do ya hate me now?" asked Mark as he stared down at his hands in his lap. Trevor sat flummoxed, unable to speak for a moment. Mark's eyes came up, his soul showing in them. Trevor's lip quivered and he fought to get something out, anything before Mark's heart broke. Mark saw the tears begin to well up in Trevor's eyes and flinched. Trevor finally moved, throwing himself at Mark. He pulled Mark into his arms and buried his face into Mark's shoulder. Sobs tore free as he clung tight. Mark let his arms hold Trevor, hope reawakened. After a while the tears slowed and Trevor's trembling subsided. "Mark. I've loved you too. Everything has positively sucked since you left. No one was as fun. No one made me laugh the same way you could. As for dating... Well, let's just say only thoughts of you got me through it. To keep my mind off of not having you, all I could do was study. I've missed you every single day that you've been gone. My dreams are of you. Nothing is as bright or fun or interesting without you," tears glistened on Trevor's cheeks as he spilled all of that out. "You mean it Trev?" asked a wondering Mark. Trevor could only nod his head vigorously since his throat was tight and closed. He squeezed Mark even tighter. All of the years of loneliness welled up and surged. All of the secret longings that had were pushed down day after day were released and let go as if in one incredible rush tide of pure joy. Tired of being alone, Trevor buried his face into the side of Mark's neck and simply cried. Strong arms and hands tightened comfortingly around him. "It's OK Trev, I understand, I think. I feel the same." Trevor kissed the neck under his nose and then pulled back. He looked into Mark's eyes as if to make sure that he was real, that he was who he said he was. Trevor was still a little shocked at how the pent up emotions has simply run rampant and loose. He normal, these days, reserve had fled without a trace. "Why didn't you say anything before this? Why did you wait so fuckin' long Mark?" demanded Trevor. "Not exactly something I wanted to talk about on the phone, sport. It needed to be face to face. Besides, I was scared to death you would turn on me. Think I was a perv or something. For all I knew, you had forgotten the things we did way back when. So, I am supposed to spill out that I love you, that I am attracted to you, that I want to be with you and only you, all on the phone? Get real!" laughed Mark. "Oh, I guess when you put it that way... Do you mean it?" asked Trevor. "Mean which? What?" Mark was confused now by Trevor's sudden switch of gears. "About wanting to 'be' with me. Do you mean it?" asked Trevor. "Well, yeah. I have wanted that for just about ever. I think about it every day. Sometimes I even daydream that we are together here, doing anything and everything we can think of. I guess I 'am' a perv." Mark laughed a clear carry-over from his childhood ability to find the humor in everything, no matter how strange or embarrassing for himself or someone else. "Actually, I have dreamed about you, a lot. To the point that I have to take cold showers in the morning if I don't wake up early enough to jack off. I always wake up from dreams about you stiff as a board and I don't mean my back! The things we do in those dreams always makes me want to sleep all of time, just so that I can be with you. So, that makes me just as much of a perv!" grinned Trevor. Trevor lean back, practically having to climb out of Mark's lap to sit comfortably on the floor of the tree house. He examined him closely, realizing he had not seen Mark in such a long time that he was nearly a new person physically. A lot had changed about his best friend in the 5 and a half years they had been apart. Mark looked to be about 6 foot now and maybe 200 pounds. Soccer, swimming and football had given him a beautiful body, well muscled and proportioned like the most well favored Greek statue. His brown hair was cut just above his ears and trailed down the nape of his neck, still having golden highlights that caught and held the afternoon sunlight like polished gold. His green eyes sparkled. His jaw was square and strong. High cheekbones and his straight thin nose suggested a softening counter point to that chin of his. His skin was still as fair as ever, though, no freckles had risen despite his long hours outdoors. Over all, Mark had grown into one hell of a good-looking guy. Trevor himself was not far behind. Though not actively in any high school sports, he too was strong limbed and fit. He helped his father with the farm and did his own things in addition. He played baseball most summers and also swam. He loved bicycling and went everywhere on his ten-speed. Trevor's summer browning never went completely away, only faded to a slightly less golden brown. His build was leaner than Mark's, but just as strong. His hair was more red than brown and a bit longer. His brown eyes had depth most people missed on first glance. His face was an oval compared to Mark's squarish appeal. His nose tilted up a little at the end and gave him a younger appearance than his 18 years. The major difference between them was that Mark had 3 inches height over Trevor. They both had a tremendous sense of deja vou. Each could still see the other as they had once been, but with adult bodies now overlaid. The sense of time past lingered in the new, while their hearts still held the same unquestioning love for each other as before. If anything, it seemed to have gained ground in their long separation. Wishes and dreams had built on the firm foundation of their undying loyalty to their friendship. Now reality had come, fulfilling possibilities and hopes. Trevor leaned forward and experimentally kissed Mark lightly on the lips. Mark's eyes flashed, lit from within. Trevor found that he liked it and lingered before pulling back. Mark himself initiated a second kiss, though was more forceful, sliding his tongue slyly into Trevor's mouth. As their tongues touched, Trevor felt as if he were licking a 9-volt battery, the tingle being the only comparison that he could think of in his daze. He liked it immensely and stared into Mark's eyes. As their breathing became more forced and heavy, Trevor pulled back again. Once their breath no longer came in spurts, they both fell back on soaking in the sight of each other. "Oh, here's another bit of news. I was never able to tell you, for a lot of reasons. I found out this year what the real reason behind my parent's divorce was. Wanna take a wild guess?" Mark asked impishly. "Uh, no clue. Why?" Trevor was puzzled by the grin on Mark's face. "Well, we weren't as careful as we thought, at my house. My mom saw us, toward the end of summer. She and dad both had fits but not for the same reason. Mom was mad and scared because she thought we both were too young to be messing around like that. Dad had a fit because it was with a guy. They got in fights over it and wouldn't tell me. He wanted to ship me off to a military school to 'straighten me out' as he put it. Mom was having none of that. The fighting got so bad that she took me and left him. They both agreed not to tell me what they were fighting about. "That is why I wasn't able to come see you when I with my dad on weekends or for long visits. He was really subtle, planning all sorts of day trips and longer ones. It was fun, but I really wanted to see you too. He was always evasive, saying later or maybe next time. It got to the point where I gave up. Mom was too busy trying to keep us going to have time to drive me out to see you. She let me call and stuff, the way dad didn't. "Anyway, dad has finally gotten over it. Once I started doing the sports stuff and kicking ass at it, he kinda chilled out about me liking guys. He finally talked to me about it. I told him that it just kind of happened and that it wasn't because of anything he or mom did. We had this huge long ass talk about why I think I like guys, what attracted me about them, what life will probably be like if I am openly gay, stuff I never really thought about. He made me think and when I was able to answer him intelligently, he seemed to accept it as a fact. Then he had the 3 of us sit down and talk it out all over again, but with mom too this time," Mark paused to let all of it sink in before he continued. "Mom was actually pretty calm about it. She had accepted it way before my dad. She said she thought she knew since were in kindergarten. It didn't bother her or change how she felt about me. It was just another part of my life, and one that would little effect her ultimately, since it was my life I was living, not hers. She told me that I would always have her love and support, no matter what. "Then they both talked about safer sex, saying that safe sex was a misleading phrase, since there is always a risk even if very small. Then they wanted to know how I would handle different situations, social and professional. I guess they had talked all of this out between themselves, once my dad settled down to the fact it wasn't a phase or something that I would grow out of. It felt really weird having them both in the same room and not arguing about something. And both of them focusing on me! Warped, dude, just plain warped. "So, once all of the questions and stuff were done with, they asked me what I planned to do. I told them I didn't know for sure, but that I really thought that I loved you. That you were that one person who I could be myself with and who accepted all of me. They told me that since I had proven myself mature enough and responsible, they were giving me a car for Christmas. Plus, I could go where I wanted, as long as both of them knew in advance where I was going to be and when I planned on being back. "Well, that's the update Trev. Pretty amazing if you ask me. They aren't going to get back together, too many other differences between them, but they're not fighting each other every second now either," finished Mark with a grin. "Wow! I would've been scared as hell!" Trevor's eyes widened suddenly in panic "Wait! You said your mom saw us?! Did she tell my parents? Do my parents know why yours broke up?" "No, she said she didn't and that she wouldn't let my dad either. She said that was between you and them and that we had no business putting our nose in it when we couldn't even get our own shit straight. So, unless yours saw us, I don't think they know. I guess you haven't said anything to them then." "No. I haven't. I know my dad is all stuck on me having kids so that the farm stays in the family for another generation. We don't have any kin close enough to matter who would want it. I think this would be his worst nightmare. As for my mom, she chatters on and on about how she can't wait for grandbabies to fuss over and spoil. Neither of them are going to take too kindly to me preferring to spend my life with a guy, even if it is you. I don't know what to do," said Trevor, grimacing. "Would you really spend the rest of your life with me?" asked Mark, hope lighting his face. "Well, yeah. I have dreamed about you for years. Every guy I find attractive reminds me of you. I fantasize about you a lot. Maybe too much," Trevor blushed as he let his eyes lock with Mark's. "I think about you a lot too." "Well, it got worse after I found some magazines behind the drugstore. I was cleaning up out back, last summer when I worked there, and I found this small box next to the dumpster. Looked like someone had tossed it out of a moving car, since it was all crushed on the bottom edge and up against the wall. I looked in after I picked it up to toss it in the dumpster. Imagine my surprise when it had magazines with nothing but guys, naked, hard and cute as hell. Some of those magazines also had some pretty interesting stuff going on between two or more guys. Made me want to try some new stuff. But you're the only one I ever really wanted to do things with, so it all kinda just boiled down to my dreams. "Anyway, I brought them out here and stashed them since I knew no one else would ever come up here. I got sneaky and put comic book covers on them so that no one who did come snooping would think to look there. Stashed some hand lotion here too," Trevor blushed as he said the last part. Mark grinned and reached over to the shelf with the supposed comic books. The covers were all faded and dog- eared, seemingly with the age of years and use on them. Glancing at Trevor again, Mark thumbed quickly through a couple, finding nothing so innocent as a Marvel or DC comic book beneath those innocuous covers. Page after page of nude male flesh flashed under his fingers as he rapidly turned the pages. His grin broadened when he looked up and found Trevor's face flushed scarlet and staring fixedly at the carpet. "Interesting reading you have these days, Trev!" teased Mark. Trevor's eyes came up and it was Mark's turn to blush as he realized that Trevor had envisioned him in all of those interesting poses and sexual positions depicted. Trevor's faint lopsided smile confirmed that was where his current thoughts were at also. Mark felt his groin stir with the intensity of Trevor's gaze. He shifted his position subtly, hoping that his instant arousal would not be so obvious. Trevor's eyes dipped, taking in Mark's change of state and the smile quirked upward even more. Mark found his eyes drifting down and finally noticed that Trevor was just as hard. His eyes flicked back up to Trevor's face again. His lips smiled in response to the one still lighting Trevor's face. He put his hand behind Trevor's head and drew him in for another kiss. Trevor leaned forward into it and ran his hands down Mark's chest to his flat stomach ending at his groin. He kneaded the hardness he found there, rubbing against it with the flat of his hand. Mark, as always before, followed Trevor's lead, copying. After minutes of intense stimulation of the oral variety, they broke the kiss, gasping for air and feeling completely horny. "Is this too soon? Is it the right time?" Asked Mark, wanting to give Trevor an out if he wasn't entirely sure that this was the right time to go any further. "Damn right it's the right time. The sooner the better in my book, babe. I think we both have waited more than long enough. Whatever happens is fine by me," breathed Trevor into Mark's ear. He then ran his tongue along the line of Mark's jaw as he drew back to look at Mark's expression. Rapture greeted Trevor's delighted eyes. "I'm glad." "Shush, no more talking, just doing. I've missed you for so long and never knew why... 'til now!" Trevor said as he carefully pulled Mark's shirt off and over his head. He leaned forward and ran his tongue down the valley of Mark's perfect pecs. His hands trailed up and down Mark's sides, bumping along the ribcage on the downslide until the smooth skin of his flank ended at the waistband of Mark's pants. Then he ran them back up, even as he trailed circles around Mark's now standing nipples. He held them lightly in his teeth and flicked his tongue across them. Mark gasped. It had felt like a mini explosion along those nerves in his chest. He pulled Trevor's shirt off, tossing it to the side. As Trevor moved back and forth between his right and left nipples, Mark ran both hands through the thick hair of Trevor's head. Trevor was delighted with Mark's gasps and little moans. He had read all of the stories and fantasies in all of the magazines he had squirreled away in the tree house. He had wondered if they were true or just made up. Now he was finally finding out. A tiny corner of his mind thought they should maybe slow things down and wait a little while before moving into heavier territory, but the rest of his body and mind over-turned that idea and squelched it savagely. Now was the time, it felt right. He lifted his face up and watched Mark as he licked back up to the base of his neck. He ran his tongue in circles into that dip between the two tendons that showed when he turned his head to the side. Mark groaned now, his breath running rapidly from his body in quick gasps. No longer able to control himself, Mark cupped Trevor's ears with his palms and lifted. Once Trevor was on level with his lips, Mark kissed him fiercely, almost in desperation. His arousal and his burning need for Trevor flared. Mark sat Trevor back and let his hands trail down to the button of the pants. He popped it with ease and trailed a finger up Trevor's smooth torso. He delighted in seeing the shiver that followed his moving finger. When his fingertip reached Trevor's lips, he traced them gently. The tingle made Trevor start with surprise. He never imagined that someone touching his lips could feel that strange but also good at the same time. He let his mouth open a little and immediately Mark ran his finger along the inside of his lower lip. Removing it again, he let his finger trail the faint moisture he had collected back down Trevor's front. He slid a finger into Trevor's waistband and tugged down. The zipper snarled as it split open, exposing Trevor's white jockies. A gratifying lump formed an impressive ridge in the now open pants. Mark leaned in to kiss Trevor yet again while he massaged Trevor's flat stomach. As he lingered over the kiss, he slid his hand under the waistband of the jockies and immediately encountered a large obstacle. Trevor shifted and balanced on his knees. Mark left off exploring and tugged at the pants, shifting them side-to-side to get them off of Trevor's hips. Not wanting to get too far ahead in the undressing game, Trevor began to work at Mark's pants at the same time. Between kissing and exploring all unclad skin surface as they went, both were soon bare of all clothing. Mark leaned against the tree house wall and eyed Trevor's nude form. He liked what he saw and grinned his appreciation. Trevor was equally impressed with Mark's physique. They sat just looking at each other for long minutes while they adjusted to the changes from memories' viewpoint in their bodies. "Well, you certainly are not the way I remember!" grinned Mark. "Like you are?" retorted Trevor. Mark laughed. "Well, of course not. I am glad to see that you're not so scrawny any more. You've filled out nicely. Makes me kinda mad that I wasn't able to be here to see all of the changes. Still, I am here now," replied Mark quietly. "Well, you weren't exactly Mister Buff back then either, Jock Boy. I think you turned out better than I did. Must be all the sports stuff," grumped Trevor as he inched closer to Mark. "Could be. I don't thinks so though," countered Mark as he traced Trevor's jaw line with a fingertip. As Trevor opened his mouth to dispute the issue still further, Mark silenced him effectively with another kiss. He moved away from the wall and leaned in close. Trevor could feel Mark's body heat and shivered with delight. Mark kissed his way down Trevor's neck and began sucking firmly at the midpoint just under Trevor's left collarbone. Trevor felt his entire body tingle and then light up. It felt amazing. Mark then licked his way down Trevor's torso, a definite goal in mind as he went. He circled Trevor's bellybutton a couple of times with his warm wet tongue and then moved even further down. Mark gently pushed Trevor to the floor and tickled the crease of his leg and groin with his tongue. He delighted in watching Trevor's body shudder with the impact of the sensations. Once he had Trevor trembling nonstop, Mark let up. He raised his head and looked up at Trevor's face. "Are you sure you want to do this now?" Mark asked hesitantly. "Yes!" "OK. I do too," said Mark. "It feels right. We did so much here and I want to have our first time together since you went away here too. It just feels so right, after all this time," explained Trevor. "I know what you mean," Marked nodded. He took Trevor into his hand, measuring the change in size against his memory. Trevor had grown substantially in more than just height. The hard erection in his fist overflowed it by quite a bit now and his hand could barely encompass it. He could feel the throb of blood against his palm, sending a thrill up his spine. With a grin for Trevor's watching eyes, he licked the underside that was still exposed. Trevor gasped. Mark licked all around and especially on the underside at the tip. When the hard shaft was thoroughly soaked with his spit, he enclosed Trevor with his mouth and practically inhaled him down to his hand held him. Trevor's head snapped back, his face now frozen into a look of delighted surprise. Mark's careful attentions soon had his breath heaving in his chest and he knew he would not last long at this rate. He reached down and pulled Mark up off of him. When Mark looked concerned, Trevor managed a weak smile while he gasped in air. Once his breathing slowed, he sat back up and pushed Mark over backward. "You almost got a face full. I don't want things to go that fast. Your turn." Explained Trevor. Mark looked relieved and then thoughtful. "What do you have in mind Trev? Obviously, you know that it doesn't bother me if you shoot in my mouth. So, what are you up to?" inquired Mark. "Well, yeah, actually, I do. I wanna try some new things that I found in the mags. We've wasted enough time, I think, what with being apart all these years. I know how I feel about you and you feel the same about me. I don't have any desire to be with anyone else and I want you to be the one I explore everything with," Trevor said, all in a rush. He sounded as if he wanted to get it all out before his courage fled. Mark chewed on it and then nodded his acceptance. Trevor grinned and set to work to bring Mark up to his own level of excitement. Instead of repeating Mark's earlier moves, Trevor immediately went down on Mark. He surprised them both by nearly sucking all the way down to Mark's groin. Actually, Mark was just as large, in the equipment department, as Trevor, though a bit less in circumference. Trevor kept swallowing rapidly with Mark embedded far past the back of his throat. He fought the violent gagging sensation until it subsided and then departed entirely. Once he was comfortable, he pulled back up and sucked fiercely as he did so. Running his tongue around the tip of Mark's shaft, he slammed himself back down, twisting his head a little as he did it. Mark moaned at the surge of feeling that exploded from his erection. Trevor began to pump his head up and down at a blinding pace and then abruptly stopped. He could feel the tension that rippled through Mark's body under his hands. He quickly decided what would be next. He pulled his head back up, excruciatingly slow. Trevor let his lips come back together as he came up off of Mark and then kissed his bellybutton in sheer spontaneity. Mark looked down at him, his eyes still fairly glazed. Trevor grinned and then swung his leg over Mark's hips so that he straddled Mark's groin. Mark's eyes widened. Trevor kept grinning and then nodded. He reached over to the shelf where the magazines were and grabbed the bottle of lotion that was there. "Trev, isn't that going to hurt?" asked Mark with concern. "If everything I read is right, a little at first and then not at all. We'll just have to go slow. I want to do this," explained Trevor. "We don't have to do this. I don't want you hurt. What if we do something wrong?" Mark asked, still unconvinced. "I love you so much. I don't want to ever hurt you." "Marky, you miss my point. This is as much a part of love, to me, as holding hands or kissing. I know what I want." Trevor covered Mark's lips with a fingertip as Mark opened his mouth to argue further. "Shush!" Mark nodded his head slowly, uncertainty very much in his eyes. Trevor leaned forward, laying his body snug against Mark, skin to skin. Letting his weight slowly push into Mark, Trevor kissed him, silencing any other thoughts from escaping through Mark's lips. Trevor savored the closeness and warmth of the body under his. Once he was sure that Mark had gotten the message, he pushed himself back upright. He grinned as his rear brushed Mark's erection into the valley of his spread cheeks. The stiff iron hardness felt strange there but also very intriguing. Trevor carefully pumped some lotion onto his hand and began to stroke Mark. Unsure how much would be enough, he added more, carefully coating the rigid shaft. Realizing that he might have gone a little overboard, Trevor bit his lower lip between his teeth. He then took his thoroughly saturated fingers and slid them between his buttocks. He rubbed the lotion around and into the target zone. As he watched Mark's fascinated face, he used the opportunity to lean forward again and kiss him. The slickened shaft behind him slid along his crevice and lodged just outside where he hoped it would. He nibbled gently on Mark's lower lip. Unable to help himself, Mark let his hands slid along Trevor's legs to his waist. He lifted up as Trevor leaned back with one hand guiding him in. Moving carefully, Trevor eased himself upright and back. He liked the feel of Mark in his hand. A gasp escaped his lips as the pressure at his backside grew and then suddenly became a brilliant starburst of intense pain. Mark's teeth clenched as Trevor involuntarily clamped down on the head of the invading shaft. Both froze, neither sure of what to do under these circumstances. Trevor let his breath out in a hiss and kept as still as he could. Then, just as his thighs and calves were beginning to burn with strain, his weight forced the issue. He began to slide down again and was surprised. The pain was fading and now his muscles released their death hold on Mark. Mark was stunned with how tightly Trevor's muscles gripped him. It was nearly painful. Then, just as he was about to call it off, he felt the sudden lessening of the muscle tension. It was still a tightness that gripped fairly hard, but now he could feel Trevor sliding agonizingly and slowly down his length. Mark had never felt anything remotely like this before. He held his breath, waiting to see how much Trevor intended to take, secretly hoping.... Trevor analyzed the feelings and sensations as they flooded through him. He hadn't realized how big around Mark was until now. Also, he still hadn't reached the thatch of brown pubic hair yet either. The feeling of compression and stretching kept going and going. Trevor braced his legs again, waiting for his body to adjust to having Mark in him so far. After a few moments of non-movement, he continued his plunge downward. After barely starting again, he received a jolt of pure ecstatic shock when Mark's shaft slid over a hidden part of his insides. Trevor's breath exploded out in a gasp of surprise and delight. At the same time, his inner muscles spasmed. Mark's hands left Trevor's waist and wandered to the firmly muscled half globes of the rear hovering over him. He too gasped as Trevor's inner muscles rippled along his embedded length. 'And this is only the halfway point,' thought Mark with awe. Mark was stunned when he felt Trevor's butt sitting on his crotch a few moments later. He could not imagine how or where all of his not inconsiderable length had gone. The warm, tight slickness around his shaft was worth waiting for in his mind. His imagination had only vague stirrings of this possibility and reality beat it fifty ways to Sunday! He instinctively pushed up with his hips, grinding that tiny little bit more into Trevor. Trevor thrust on hand down onto the floor to keep his balance and put the other one on the flat of Mark's stomach. His own erection was rigid as stone and pointing straight up at his chin. Trevor waited, letting everything adjust to the new situation, internally. Once he felt comfortable with having all of Mark in him, he began to move back up, flexing his thighs and calves. Mark slid out of him so slowly at first that it didn't seem as though there was any real movement. Trevor again felt that peculiar thrilling jolt as the head of Mark's shaft hit that spot on the way out. Momentarily sidetracked, Trevor stopped his upward lift and sank back down and then directly up again. He sought that jolt and once he found it, quickened his speed of climb and descent. Those electrifying jolts wiped everything out of his mind. His erection felt fit to burst and he almost did as Mark fisted it for him. A flood of pure pleasure overwhelmed Mark as Trevor began to piston frantically up and down on him. The friction encasing him on every side tore moans from his tightly clenched mouth. His left hand cupped Trevor's rear, helping with the lift and descent of the taut body over him. His right hand stroked Trevor, using the clear slick liquid dribbling from Trevor's own erection to help things along. Trevor's head was thrown back now, his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open and his body shimmering with sweat. Mark gazed up with awe at the young man that was now hammering himself, as fast as he could, onto Mark's iron hard shaft. A pulling sensation made its way through Mark's awareness, from his scrotum. An incredible inner pressure seemed to build and build. Trevor couldn't handle much more. The pressure within was immense and suddenly overpowering. Mark's caressing hand pulled him to the brink and then sent him right over. Trevor held back until it was just not possible any more. The release that followed his loss of control was cataclysmic. He erupted and nearly lost control of his leg muscles as the wave of ecstasy swept through his body, ending at Mark's fast moving hand on his shaft. He coated Mark's chest with a layer of white liquid in jet after jet of orgasm. The internal jolts intensified all of the tingles along his nerves as he continued his frantic motion on Mark. His inner muscles clenched tightly around the shaft embedded deep within him. His breath was now a whispered, endless moan of ultimate joy. Mark nearly cried out with the onslaught of sensation that followed Trevor's orgasm. The clenching on his shaft brought him to his own. He thrust up, hard, from his hips, lifting Trevor. Within seconds, he too was losing himself in the moment. He quit stroking Trevor and just gripped him in his fist, an anchor to some kind of reality. He opened his eyes, stunned that they had been shut. He focused on Trevor's face with awe. He never imagined that this is what it would feel like. Waves of weakness pulsed throughout his body, sheer exhaustion, both physical and emotional. Trevor was looking down at Mark with a nearly identical bemused gaze. He lifted himself up, releasing Mark from himself slowly. Mark flinched as the sensitized head of his shaft passed out of Trevor. Trevor collapsed onto Mark's chest and laid his head on Mark's shoulder. Their sweat cooled and still they stayed in that close, loving contact. "Trev, That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced!" whispered Mark. "Ditto. You got to try it some time from the other side. I am glad we did this. I knew that it had to be you. No one else could've made this so perfect," said Trevor. "Well, almost perfect," laughed Mark. Trevor lifted up his head and looked at Mark's giggling face, stunned. "What do you mean, 'Almost perfect'?" asked Trevor, soundly hurt. "Well, if we don't get cleaned up pretty soon, I think we may end up stuck together!" Trevor laughed and rolled off of Mark. He slugged him in the arm and sat up. It was true, they were a mess. He felt a little sore, but not painfully. He glanced around, looking for something to wipe off with but nothing came immediately to mind. Trevor leaned down and kissed Mark. They lingered that way, caressing each other wherever they could reach for long moments. Finally, Mark sat up himself. "Well, there is always the stream...." Mark's voice trailed off. "Ouch! That water is close to freezing Mark!" protested Trevor. "Well, can ya think of a better idea at this point?" he asked smugly. "Dammit!" "I thought not. Come on, let's get it over with. We can snuggle to warm up when we're done," coaxed Mark. "Fine, let's get this torture over with then." They scrambled down the ladders and fairly flew over the ground to the water. Trevor grabbed the old rope and flung himself out over the water, letting go at the last possible second. Mark could see the Trevor of old, white skin against tan, body much younger and smoother, in his memory. The splash as Trevor hit the water brought him back to the present. Mark took his own running leap and dived into the chill water, nearly paralleling the surface. He came up spluttering, his teeth already chattering. He quickly sluiced off, making sure that every physical trace of their lovemaking washed away. Trevor was already done and on the bank when he finally got out of the water. "OK, back up the tree. My goose bumps are getting goose bumps. Sides, I want you in my arms in the worst way now!" said Trevor. They grabbed their clothes and sat together, still naked, but wrapped close. Six years of dreaming wishing and waiting had brought them both back together. Closer and in an entirely new way that felt right and good. They basked in the light of each other's love and caring for what seemed like hours, watching the sun begin its dive for the horizon. They dressed reluctantly and prepared to go back to the outer world. This place would always be their favorite. It was where possibilities had come alive and where they found each other again. As Trevor reached the bottom of the oak, an idea formed. He dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out a folding knife. He went around the tree to the side that faced the water. Mark started to follow, but Trevor waved him off. He did something to the bark and then dragged Mark off towards his car. It would be a while before Mark would see what Trevor had carved. ___ ___ / V \ ! T + M ! ! 2-14-01 ! \ For / \ Ever/ \ / \ / V *********************************************************** That's all for now. I have vague ideas for other things with Mark and Trevor, but they are on indefinite hold. I have too many stories in the air at once currently. Still, these to guys are kind of nice to have in reserve. Any future stories with these guys will be complete and unto themselves. There won't be definite chapters or anything like that. Just a series of separate one shot stories that happen to have Trevor and Mark. It is my fondest hope that this ending holds true to the flavor that part one started. I am deeply touched by how many of you wrote, making sure that the story WOULD be completed and not allowed to die quietly. Your comments do make a difference, so write your authors when you read something you like! Hell, I appreciate email from those that didn't like what I wrote. It gives me something to consider, perhaps use to improve. So, don't be shy, get that anonymous email address and send your comments!