Mark and Me

by c m

Chapter 2

Once home, it turned out that my parents were planning to go and see an elderly relative in Yorkshire who was nearing the end of her life. They asked me if I would be OK in the house on my own over the weekend, and I suggested that it might be nice if I could have a friend to stay. They agreed, and ten minutes later I had called Mark, arranged to meet him at the station the following Friday - with his parents' blessing. If my parents thought that there was anything odd about my inviting someone with whom I seemed to have become friends so recently, they didn't say anything - but then they didn't really concern themselves with my friends anyway.

My mother took me to the station that Friday morning. We were a few minutes late leaving, and Mark was already there, ready and waiting. I hefted his overnight bag into the boot and we got into the car for the short trip home. Mark was politeness itself on the journey, and we told Mum the story of how we played on the same team, were doing the same A levels, and liked the same music, and that we had become friends over the last couple of terms. Mum simply said to me when we got home what a lovely boy she thought Mark was.

Their journey to York was a long one, so virtually the moment we got home, Dad was packing up the car and off they went. With a 'See you on Monday' they were off up the road.

Mark and I waved them off, went back inside the house and immediately grabbed each other, leaning back against the front door, and kissed. I felt his tongue on my lips and we were suddenly enjoying our first kiss with tongues. I moaned with pleasure, pressing my body against his, feeling his hardness through his trousers.

"I think there's something we need to take care of," I said.

He just nodded. I grabbed him by the hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. I don't think two boys have ever stripped so quickly, and within seconds we were lying on my nice double bed wrapped in each other's arms.

"I've missed you so much, Chris."

"You too, Mark."

We grabbed each other urgently - and it didn't take long for both of us to shoot over one another. We were out of breath, eyes shining with lust and desire.

He rolled on top of me, wet and sticky as he was. He kissed me, then stroked my hair. "We've got all the rest of today, all tomorrow, all of Sunday and Monday morning. How many times do you think we can get each other off in that time?" he asked mischievously.

"Fifteen or so - if you're up to it." I replied.

"Oh at least that, I think. And there's some things I'd like to try as well."

That caught my interest. "What sort of things?"

"Wait and see," he said.

I slapped his bottom. "You little tease!"

"Mmhmm...that's me. Come on, let's go shower."

I grabbed a couple of towels out of my cupboard and we padded across the landing to the bathroom. My parents had their own en suite, so this was pretty much my bathroom and it had a really great shower. Powerful and spacious. I turned the water on and we stood under the huge 'flood' shower head washing the sticky remains off our bodies. I grabbed some shower gel and squirted a generous splash on Mark's chest, using my hands to rub it to a lather and work it all over his chest, down over his stomach and into his pubes.

"Turn around," I said.

Mark turned, and I squirted a little more gel onto his back, working it into a foam before running my hand over his buttocks and up through the crack. I pulled him back until he was pressed against me, my erection hard up against his firm ass. I put my arms around his waist, his chin on his shoulder, and placed my mouth against his ear.

"I think I could do this for ever," I whispered.

He turned around in my arms and stepped back under the stream of water. I could feel the bubbles running down his body as he looked into my eyes.

"I'd like that."

Then he got hold of the gel and started to return the favour, washing me all over. Then he knelt down in front of me, the water coursing off his shoulders.

"This is one of the things I wanted to try," he said, looking up at me.

As I watched, he pulled my foreskin all the way back and then poked out his tongue and licked the tip of the exposed head. I shivered with pleasure and then gasped as he took it into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl around the whole of the head and then felt his lips slide down the shaft and back up again. I had never imagined such pleasure was possible.

My hand seemed drawn to the back of his head, grasping handfuls of his hair and pulling him closer into me. His movements quickened, the pace of his sucking increased and then I was past the point of no return, I could feel my balls tighten as he squeezed them and then I was cumming, urgently and copiously. He had pulled off me just far enough for my cum to splatter all over his face, the white smears disappearing instantly under the flow of water. I felt my knees buckle and then I was sitting on the floor of the shower beside him, water raining down on both of us. I reached up and turned the handle through 180 degrees, cutting off the flow.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

"Read about it."

"It was like nothing I could ever have imagined. Can't wait to try it again. And I want to do the same for you too."

"Oh...goody." He said, turning his lovely smile on me

We dried off and went back to the bedroom, where I lay Mark down on his back, spread his legs, and knelt between them. I thought back to the shower, and pulled his foreskin back before putting my head close to the tip and licking around the head. I heard Mark gasp and felt him shudder. The sensation of licking him was extremely pleasurable, and taking it in my mouth and sliding my lips down the smooth, velvety shaft seemed second nature. The tip hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I pulled up a little before starting a steady, and then increasingly fast, up and down movement. I could feel him squirming with pleasure and felt his hands in my hair, twisting and pulling. I heard a little gasp from above;

"I'm close, Chris."

I felt his balls tighten in my hand, could see his stomach muscles clench and then there was a loud groan and his cock bucked in my mouth. I pulled off but not quite in time to avoid some of his seed landing in my mouth. Then it was suddenly everywhere. On my face, in my eyes, in my hair, over his stomach and chest. As I wiped my eyes clear of his goo, I realised that my brain was telling me that the taste I'd had of him was not unpleasant.

"Jeez, you are bloody fountain...look at me'

"It's your fault. I never cum like that on my own." He giggled. "And your face is covered in it."

"Tell me about it. And getting it in my mouth wasn't what I had in mind either."

"In your mouth? Do I taste nice?"

"Try it, I said," and kissed him.

"Hmm...actually it isn't too bad."

"I agree...a pleasant surprise...now I'm going to have to go and clean up all over again."

I went back into the bathroom where I put my head under the shower, and used cool water to wash the mess out of my hair and off my face, and then went back to lay on the bed.

"Twice in an hour. We'll never keep it up. At this rate we we'll have managed it 144 times by Monday lunchtime."

"So you're a maths genius as well. Is there no end to your talents?"

"Absolutely none."

"Wanker."

"Tart."

"Watch it or I might have to put you in your place."

"You can try..."

I cuffed him lightly on his head. "Just listen to your olders and betters."

"Older by three months."

"Yeah and don't you forget it."

He stuck his tongue out at me.

I looked down at his cock lying small and soft between his legs. That was something else we had in common. We were both growers. Limp we were both no more than a couple of inches or so in length, but erect, we were both more than three times that - although I was definitely a little thicker than he was. Holding a 'grower' cock is a real turn on. You can feel it thicken, lengthen and harden in your hands. Or better still, I had found earlier, in your mouth. I idly put my hand on his cock and flipped it from side to side. It started to swell at my touch.

"How about we try sucking each other at the same time?" Mark suggested.

"My, you ARE full of tricks...sounds great."

So we did, lying on our sides, faces in each other's groins. This time when I climaxed, Mark didn't pull off. He just swallowed what I pumped into him. It felt extraordinary. I figured I better do the same - hell, I'd already had an involuntary taste of him - and when it happened it just tasted warm and a bit salty.

"You know what, you taste pretty good."

"You too - and no need for another shower. Much less messy."

"Indeed. Ummm…I'm hungry. Time to get something to eat - well, more than just your cum anyway. Let's go find a pizza in the freezer and get it in the oven."

"Sounds good to me."

We dressed, went downstairs and duly found a couple of pizzas and some salad which we wolfed down.

We went into the lounge and put the television on. I sat in a corner seat on the sofa and Mark cuddled up next to me, before deciding instead to lie down, his head in my lap. I idly stroked his hair. He looked up at me, his liquid blue eyes staring into my green ones.

"I've never been so happy, Chris. Being able to spend three whole days with you is the stuff my dreams are made of."

I smiled. "I love being with you, Mark. Not just the sex, but having you here. What's happening to us?'

"I don't know. But I hope it keeps happening. I have real…feelings for you, Chris."

"I feel just the same about you, Mark."

We fixed ourselves some more to eat later than evening and went back to watch some more television. But somehow we found each other a whole lot more interesting than the TV. By nine o'clock we were back in bed, Mark sprawled over me, his naked body laying the length of mine. He propped his head up on his elbows and touched his nose to mine. We kissed long and slow and deep for what seemed to be hours. We were in no hurry. He wriggled against me.

"How come we never did this sooner?"

"I didn't know how you felt about me...and I didn't know I could feel this way about anyone."

"Nice, isn't it?"

"It's amazing, Mark...you're amazing."

"I love your body."

"What do you like about it?"

"I like your blond hair. I like your green eyes. I love your sexy smile. I like your tongue and the feel of it on my cock. I like the way you kiss. I like the dusting of hairs on your chest. I like the firmness of your stomach. I like the little treasure trail that leads down to your pubes. I like the crinkly roughness of your hair down there. I like your cock; the way it grows, the way it feels, all velvety yet hard. I like the way your foreskin doesn't quite cover the tip when you're erect. I like your balls and the way they feel when I roll them around in my hand. I like the muscles in your legs. I like your toes and the way they stroked me when we first did this in the bath. I like the softness of your hands in my hair, and on my back and on my dangly bits. I like the way it all fits together in one perfect, sexy package............ other than that, of course, you're nothing special."

He smiled and then kissed me. We lay there in companionable silence, enjoying our closeness, warm with the heat radiating from our bodies.

"This is the first time I've had anybody naked in this bed with me," I whispered in Mark's ear.

Mark moved his head onto my chest twirling his fingers through the hairs on it. I sensed he had something on his mind.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Chris...when you wank, do you think about boys or girls?"

"Ummm....pretty much boys, I think."

"But do you ever think about girls...you know...in that way?"

I paused. Good question.

"Umm... well...I guess I am kinda curious about what sex with a girl would be like. My friend David has a sister, Liz, who I've occasionally thought about in that way. Why? What about you?"

"I only ever think about boys, and for the last three years I have only ever thought about you every time I wank. I must have come pints and pints imagining it was you stroking and sucking my cock. I never, ever think about girls."

I stopped to think. Since that time we had first touched each other in the bath, I realised that the only person I had thought about in sexual terms was Mark. Liz had, in truth, rarely crossed my mind before that moment, and not at all, I realised, since. Thinking about her now, I realised that I felt nothing. Not even curious any more.

"You are the only one I've thought about in the last six weeks Mark. The only one. All the time. And I don't see that changing."

What I'd just said echoed through my head. The thought brought reality crashing down around me. I wasn't sure I could handle it. I had been so sure that wanking with other boys was just a release. It didn't mean anything. It was just what horny boys did. And now I was scared. Scared of what it meant I must be. Scared of how I felt about this beautiful boy. Scared of what I had got myself into. I started to shake and realised that tears were coursing down my face.

"Oh Chris...please....please ...what have I said? Please don't cry. Tell me what I've done wrong."

"What am I Mark? What are we? I'm scared Mark, so scared."

"Shhh...shhhh...it's going to be OK."

He paused.

"Look Chris, I've known I was gay - yes, I'm gay - for three, maybe four, years. Is that what scares you...that you think you are gay?"

"I don't know what I am, Mark. I know I've never felt anything like I'm feeling right now. And I know it's not what I expected."

He stroked my hair, and my cheeks and my chin and looked into my eyes.

"Well...if it helps...I really, really hope you are gay because I am and I want to spend all my time with you for the foreseeable future. You mean the world to me."

I stared at him. And then I started to laugh. Of all the things he could have said, this just struck home. Whatever else I was thinking, I knew I wanted to spend as much time as I could with this wonderful, sexy boy. Gay? OK, maybe I was gay. Fuck it, I damn well knew I was gay. Which was going to have some difficulties. But Mark was gay - and that was pure sunshine. Fair trade I guess.

I looked into Mark's eyes. He wiped my tears away with his thumb. "You OK with that?"

"Spending all my time with you? Yeah. I'm very OK with that."

"Soooooo...in terms of what we are...could we be... boyfriends?"

Boyfriends. Scary. But kind of exciting. And we definitely weren't just wank buddies. And we were certainly more than friends. And lovers sounded a bit naff. Yeah. Boyfriends. Why not?

"Sure - boyfriend."

He snuggled up close to me.

"Today has turned out even more magical than I could ever have imagined. I haven't said this before but…I really love you, Chris. I love being with you. You are everything and more than I imagined. And everything and more that I want."

Love? He loved me? Gay. Boyfriend. Love. All these new words. All these new feelings.

"You've changed my world, Mark. I'm still really scared - but I'm so happy too." Mark gave my arm a squeeze. I leaned into him and kissed him. And then we held each other. Tightly. Wordlessly. Passionately. Eventually I heard Mark say;

"Sleep?"

I smiled. "Yes. Sleep tight, Mark." And then, unbidden, unstoppably, the words tumbled out: "I love you."

"I love you too Chris."

And that's how we fell asleep. Face to face, an arm draped over one another's shoulders.

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