Marco in the Park

by Nick Brady

Part 17

We woke up in the morning in much the same position as when we fell asleep, snuggled close together with arms and legs entwined. For a change I was awake first and looked on Marco's face with great affection. He was an unusually handsome young man, olive skin, large dark eyes with long lashes and long silky black hair which now lay spread out over the pillow partly obscuring his face. His body was strong, slender and covered with smooth skin like dark porcelain. I wondered what good fortune or benevolent God had brought us together. That he seemed to love me as completely as I loved him was almost too much to accept. He was unusually intelligent and very street smart in many ways, but with an open and accepting nature that revealed an innocence that was remarkable for one whose life had been filled with struggles. I felt both protective of him and grateful for his companionship. He was my friend, my lover, and more recently, my life partner.

I moved my hand to pull the hair away from his face, smoothing it back and watching his eyes flutter open.

"Good morning Marco Montgomery."

He smiled sleepily and responded, "Good morning Marty Montgomery. What time is it?"

"Early, I think. A little after seven," I looked at my wrist watch. "Are you ready for some adventure?"

Marco grinned, "Yeah, but first I'm ready to pee."

I was of a similar mind and we walked naked into the bathroom to fence with the long yellow streams from our bladders. We both had a touch of morning wood and were considering some playtime when we were startled by a knock on the door to our suite.

Marco grabbed a towel to cover himself and ran to the door. He came back a moment later with a white sheet of paper that had been slipped under the door.

"What's that?" I asked.

Marco grinned. "It's a note from Johnny the waiter. Actually it's a breakfast menu with a note on top. It says that if we want breakfast in the room, to check off what we want and slide it back out under the door, then he will bring us our breakfast in a little while."

"Hey great. Do we want to get naked and eat it in bed?"

Marco laughed. "Johnny might like that. I think he might be one of the good guys."

"Well, what's on the menu? Let's have a look."

We sat on the edge of the bed and decided on breakfast. I chose a Denver Omelet, Marco wanted pancakes. We circled our choices and Marco scribbled 'Peanut butter and strawberry jam' next to the pancakes.

"Let's see what we get," he said and slid the paper back under the door.

We decided to be discreet and put some clothes on and were sitting in the living area when there was a knock at the door. Marco opened it to find a smiling Johnny with a rolling cart laden with our breakfast.

"Good morning fellas," Johnny said as he rolled in the cart and spread a white table cloth on a side table and laid out some dishes covered with shiny stainless covers. In addition to the omelet and a plate of pancakes he set out an urn of coffee with a miniature pitcher of milk and a matching sugar bowl, a pitcher of orange juice and nice silver, glasses and coffee cups. The peanut butter and strawberry jam were in little white bowls and he included a plate of croissants and little wrapped pats of butter. We were hungry and it looked great.

"Do you need anything else?" he wanted to know.

"I think you have us covered Johnny," I said and reached for my wallet to hand him a tip.

"No, that's alright," he drawled. "The tip's included. You guys just enjoy your breakfast." He shot us a grin and rolled his cart over next to the door.

"I could get used to this place," Marco laughed. We sat down and devoured our breakfast.

"This is a nice omelet, lots of ham and cheese," I remarked. "How are the pancakes?"

"Good and hot," Marco said, spreading them with his peanut butter and jam.

So were the croissants and we left nothing on our plates. We guzzled the fresh orange juice then I poured us some coffee.

I laughed and said, "We are going to be here all week. At this rate we'll get fat."

Marco looked serious. "What are we going to do today? Did you see the thing about the train ride?"

"Yes, in fact here is a brochure on that," we looked it over. "We can just ride the train or there is a ride that includes lunch at 12:30 or a dinner ride at 5:30. You eat in a real dining car."

"That sounds cool. We could do either one I guess but it sounds like fun."

I looked at a few more brochures. "There is a tram ride that gives you a tour of downtown Eureka Springs. That might be a nice thing to start out with."

"Why don't we do that first and have dinner of the train. I am pretty full of breakfast right now," Marco said

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed. "The tour starts at 1:00. What would you like to do until then?" I asked with a smile.

"Hmm, we didn't get to finish what we started last night, did we?"

"Are you offering to seduce me Mr. Montgomery?" I grinned.

"Would I have to work at it Mr. Montgomery?" Marco replied.

"Not very hard." I undressed and climbed up on the bed to strike what I hoped was a seductive pose.

Marco started to join me then stopped and went back to move our breakfast things to Johnny's cart. He rolled it out into the hall and hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door handle, then he shucked his clothes and joined me.

"I think Johnny will take the hint," he grinned.

"Oh, I think Johnny knows the score," I snuggled up with Marco and we just enjoyed the feeling of being close and naked together.

"Roll over on your stomach," Marco instructed me. I obeyed without protest.

He sat on my butt and began to rub my back, taking long strokes and kneading the muscles on each side of my spine, then up across my shoulders then back down again.

"Umm, that's nice. What prompted that?" I purred.

"I don't know. You have given me a massage before and it just seemed like a nice after breakfast activity."

"Mmmm. No argument from me."

He rubbed my back and sides then moved farther down to massage my butt and thighs. His hands were strong and it felt really good. After several minutes of this he slapped me on the ass and told me to turn over on my back. Again, no argument from me.

Now he sat on my hips with his ass on my cock, started on my shoulders and kneaded my pecs and arms. He was considerate enough to avoid my full belly but went to my thighs and down over my feet, giving me a nice foot massage. This was very pleasant but the feeling of his long hair brushing over my midsection gave me a fine erection.

"Hmm, what's this?" he asked innocently, taking my cock in his hand and examining it as if it was a strange object.

He toyed with my balls and ran his thumb around my cock head, stroking the sensitive area underneath. It made me giggle. When he had me good and hard he pretended to wonder if this strange object was edible and began to lick at the length of it.

"Hmm, not bad," he said and started to nibble on me while stroking my balls. "Kind of tasty." A minute later he was swallowing me and working me over with his tongue, making me shiver.

"Shit, Marco. You are getting good at this."

Without reply he reversed himself so that his crotch was over my face, never taking his mouth off of my now throbbing cock. I did not hesitate but sucked him deep into my mouth, and we began to do the dance of the two-headed beast.

After a few minutes of this he pulled off just long enough to say, "I think I am too full of pancakes to fuck. How about we just suck each other off?"

In reply I grabbed his ass cheeks and thrust my fingers into his crack and began to suck his cock in earnest. There was some ball rubbing and ass squeezing and before many minutes first Marco and then I fed each other some cream. Short, simple and very satisfying.

Marco rolled off and turned to hold me close. "No muss, no fuss," he giggled. "Nice way to start the day, don't you think?"

We had plenty of time and were a bit sleepy after our breakfast and brief exercise. We didn't make a conscious decision to take a nap, rather it was the default option once we lay still for a few minutes. We woke up at noon.

I woke up first and again spent a minute admiring my young lover. We had pulled the covers up over our waist and he lay on his side with his torso turned so that his upper body was nearly flat, his hands were folded together under his chin and his long black hair was spread out over the pillow. He reminded me of a sleeping cat, totally limber and relaxed. I was never really prepared for his physical beauty.

I leaned over and kissed his nose causing him to snort. He opened his eyes and stretched, again reminding me of a cat. "What time is it?" he mumbled.

"It's noon and the tour leaves at 1:00, are you about ready to go?" I asked.

He nodded and slid out of bed, walking to the bathroom with his erection wagging from side to side, leading the way. We peed and decided to dress a little warmer than the evening before.

"It's not that far to anywhere here, let's walk over to the tram," he suggested.

We left the room, noticing that the breakfast cart had quietly disappeared from the hall. The tour departure point was only a few blocks away according to the map on the brochure and we took our time strolling over to wait for the tram. Marco decided to get 2 day passes so we could ride again if we liked. Just before 1:00 the tram pulled up. It was really a bus, but was fitted out to look like an oversized version of a San Francisco cable car decked out in green with wooden trim. We knew from the brochure to take the Red Route which circled around the historic district. We got on and sat down near the front for the best view.

We pulled out and began a trip around the downtown area, stopping at a depot, several historic hotels and a park with a waterfall. Eureka Springs was an interesting place. We noticed that one of the stops was at the train station for the railroad ride we planned to take that evening. While we were there Marco bought tickets for the dinner ride that evening. Since the tram route repeated about every 30 minutes, we got off at the old Crescent Hotel to look that over.

The hotel was very ornate with a lobby fitted out in Victorian period furniture. The hotel had been built in the late 1880's with 18 inch thick stone walls fitted together without benefit of mortar. It was quite an elegant place. We checked the cost of a premium room and decided that we could not afford to stay there, but it was a nice place to visit.

We got back on the tram the next time it came by, and at several points on the tour we got off again to prowl around and look at the sights. We were interested in the many gift shops which contained a lot of pretty souvenirs and antiques. Most of these things were quite expensive and the ones we thought were affordable had a sticker on the bottom which said 'Made in China'. We passed up the opportunity but had fun looking.

By the time we made it back to our hotel it was about three o'clock and we decided to return to our room and put our feet up. We saw Johnny as we passed through the lobby and he gave us a friendly wave. We took advantage of our bathroom facilities then stretched out on the big bed to rest our feet.

"This is a neat place," Marco said, kicking off his shoes and reclining. "We could spend a lot of time looking at all the shops."

"Yes," I agreed, "And a lot of money."

"Hey, it doesn't cost anything to look," Marco said.

We snuggled and napped then about 4:30 discovered that we were hungry. The nice breakfast was long past. We changed into our finest khakis and sweaters and went over to catch the tram again, this time stopping at the little ES&NA train depot. The sign told us that the initials stood for the Eureka Springs and Northwest Arkansas Railway. We had time to look around the depot at a display of railroad memorabilia.

About 5:15 the old train pulled in and we got on board. It was a replica of a 1900's steam locomotive pulling several old passenger cars and an elegant dining car where we took our places at a table set with white linen and nice dishes and glasses. We had time to look at the menu while we waited for the train to depart.

"What are our options?" Marco asked.

The cost of the dinner ride was $39.50 and included whatever was on the menu. I decided on Trout Almondine and Marco went for the Prime Rib. The smells from the kitchen area were already stimulating our appetites. Once underway we were served a choice of beverages, none alcoholic, a nice salad, then soup and hard rolls with butter. We looked out the window at the passing view.

We left the town and rolled though some hilly countryside, over a scenic railway overpass and though some pretty farmland. We sat next to the window on opposite sides of our table and discretely held hands under the table, pointing out various things that caught our eye. In about 20 minutes our dinner was very nicely served followed by a spectacular Baked Alaska. Marco was surprised to find there was ice cream and cake hidden beneath the toasted meringue.

"How do they do that?" he wondered.

"You are the chef," I told him, "But I think that the meringue insulates the ice cream just long enough for them to brown it in a hot oven.

"'Tis tasty," he grinned.

We finished our dinner and enjoyed several cups of good coffee while we continued our train ride. We pulled back into the little depot about 7:00. Walking back to the hotel we stopped at a little club where we heard some nice music floating out to the street, sat down and ordered a couple of sodas. It was early in the evening and there was not much going on, but it was nice to just sit and look around. We were not the only same sex couple in attendance and we enjoyed the freedom of sitting together, holding hands, and exchanging the occasional discreet kiss. If there were places like this in Tulsa, we needed to find them.

We lingered longer than we intended and at 8:00 a DJ showed up and a few people started to dance. Not surprisingly, most of the music was up-tempo. After a half hour of this I strolled over to the DJ and slipped him a $20 dollar bill, informing him that some of us liked to slow dance. He smiled and nodded.

Soon his sets began to include some nice slow dance numbers and Marco and I took to the dance floor. We found that we could dance quite well together and enjoyed swaying to the music in each other's arms. Marco was about six inches shorter than I, and his face fit nicely in the crook of my neck. It was very romantic and I could feel myself getting a bit of a rise when our hips moved together.

"I have never danced with anybody else. Did you know that?" Marco whispered into my ear.

"Not even at a school dance?"

"I never went to a school dance. You are my first dance partner," he paused and kissed the side of my neck. "My first lover, my first everything."

It gave my heart a pang to hear him say that. "Surely you have felt like you loved someone else before."

He shook his head, nuzzling his nose in my neck when he did so. "Just you Marty. I have never loved anybody else but you."

I chuckled, "That sounds like the words to an old love song."

He looked up and me, "It is. That is my love song, Marty. I don't think you realize just how much I love you."

We stopped dancing for a moment and kissed each other very passionately. I heard a snicker and looked to see that several people were looking at us.

"Sorry Marco. I didn't mean to draw a crowd."

He smiled at me. "I really don't care. I don't care who knows I love you."

We danced to the end of the song then sat down. By now it was almost eleven. When we finished our sodas I nodded towards the door. "You about ready?"

"Sure," he said and laid out money for our tab on the table, took my hand and we walked to the door.

As we passed a couple of younger fellows, one of them gave us a smile. "You guys have a nice evening," he said, and his partner smiled as well.

"We are among friends here," I remarked quietly.

We buttoned our coats and walked back to the hotel with our hands in our pockets. Even in this accepting place I was a little hesitant to walk down the street holding hands.

When we got back to the hotel it was after midnight and we were feeling the effects of a long day. We opened the door to our room to find the breakfast menu had been slipped under the door.

"That was nice, the room service breakfast," Marco said. "Want to do that again in the morning?"

"Yes. I wonder if Johnny would serve it to us in bed?"

Marco laughed. "That sounds kind of decadent, but I like that."

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure. I bet Johnny can handle that."

"Johnny could probably handle the both of us if he had a chance," I chuckled.

"You reckon? Johnny seems like a nice guy, but I am a one man kind of guy," Marco joked. "Breakfast in bed does sound nice though. Let's try that and see what happens."

By now it was late. Without any discussion, Marco went into the bathroom and started running hot water into the big Jacuzzi. We both undressed and turned on the shower to wash and rinse as was our custom.

Once clean we stopped the drain, eased ourselves into the water and started the bubble machine, tossed in another packet of bath salts and enjoyed the scented water. We had discovered that playing footsie with each other was very enjoyable and did some more of that, resulting in a pair of nice erections. Rather than relax and fall asleep again, we got out to dry each other off and headed for bed.

I tossed the covers back and stretched out, appreciating the fact that the room was fairly warm despite the cold outside. Marco crawled in next to me and wrapped me up in a big hug.

"I am having such a wonderful time here," he said. "I don't want this week to ever end."

"Hey, we are just getting started. We have plenty of time," I assured him and returned his embrace.

We had done a quick job of getting ourselves off earlier in the day, but had not done a proper job of lovemaking since arriving the day before. We proceeded to take care of that oversight.

Marco covered me with his naked body and began to kiss me passionately. "You really turned me on when we were dancing," he admitted.

"I returned his kisses, and agreed, "You gave me a rise when you were kissing me on the neck," I told him. "Besides, it turns out that you're a good dancer."

"Umm, I like it when we dance. We dance a lot, you know."

I laughed, "Right, if you count the shower and the bed, we do. But I really enjoyed dancing to the music."

"Marco paused and looked down at me. "We could turn on the music and dance at home sometimes. You think?"

"I think that's a great idea. We can dance right here if you can hum a tune."

He laughed. "We're getting silly. Actually, I want to get serious."

Marco was stretched out on top of me and our erections were pressed together. He began to move his hips from side to side, rolling our cocks together in a most erotic way. He kissed me under the chin then started running his tongue over me, sucking my nipples, rubbing his face over the hair on my chest, licking his way down the center of my stomach until he came to my very stiff prick. He continued to lick my cock and over my balls, taking first one and then the other into his mouth and rolling them around with his tongue. I began to leak precum. Marco turned around so that his ass was over my face and sucked my cock all the way into his throat.

"Make my ass wet," he said hoarsely.

I did as he asked and began to lick between his butt cheeks and slobber on his hole, attempting to stick the end of my tongue inside. Marco had beautiful long black hair which was now spread over my thighs. His pubic hair was shiny black and curled around the sides of his cock. His lower legs were sparsely covered with fine black hair. His ass however, was as smooth and hairless as a baby. I licked at it and sucked on his hole, which drove him mad, while he squirmed and humped his ass into my wet mouth.

He turned suddenly and positioned his ass over my erection. "I want you in me," he gasped.

Without any response from me, he reached back and held my stiff cock against his wet hole and sat down on me, filling his ass with my penis, and crying out with pleasure.

"Oh Marty, fuck me please!"

I took his hips in my hands and held him steady as he rode me hard, rocking up and down, and from side to side, filling himself with me and sending waves of pleasure rocketing between us. Now that long black hair was waving over my chest and belly as he impaled himself on my stiff prick. I looked up to see this beautiful boy writhing with pleasure, eyes closed tight and his mouth hanging open. He actually began to drool onto my stomach.

I thrust into him as far as I could, raising my hips clear off the bed as I pushed up, then he came crashing down onto my hips with me inside as far as I could reach. I began to worry that such deep penetration would hurt him, but the expression on his face was one of ecstasy, not of pain.

His hands were stroking over my chest and stomach, manually sensing every inch of my body, trying to see my pecs, my nipples, the hair on my chest with his palms and fingers. He was consumed with the passion of the moment and so was I. We had made sweet love many times in the last year and a half, but this was eroticism taken to a new level for us. I took his slender cock in my fist and stroked him rapidly.

"No, wait, don't touch me yet!" he commanded. "I want this to last."

He fell into a kind of rhythm, moving up and down, then when I was fully inside him, moving side to side, forward and back, rotating his hips to move me over his prostate and intensify the sensations inside himself. I could see what he was doing and tried to maximize his pleasure. I let him set the pace, running my hands over his smooth body and relishing the feel of his hair on my face. Even in that moment of passion I could not help but admire his beauty, his face contorted into a grimace, his skin flushed red with excitement.

He kept this up for a good 30 minutes. When he approached the point of orgasm he would stop for a moment to look down at me and smile, then pick up his movement again and close his eyes tightly to concentrate on what was happening in his rectum. My part of this was to try not to cum and let him continue as long as he could make it last.

Finally his motion took on a jerky quality and he opened his eyes to gasp, "Now! Jerk me off now!"

I spit into the palm of my hand and grasped his cock, pulling the foreskin back and stroking the head of his cock as rapidly as I could without hurting him. He cried out loudly and began to spray cum over my chest and face. I opened wide to catch part of it in my mouth. At the same moment I could wait no longer and filled his ass with my sperm. We both were violently cumming at the same time.

"Oh my God Marty, oh Marty!" he collapsed on my chest, oblivious of the sticky mess between us. I held him tight as we both descended from the ecstasy that flowed between us.

Now we lay still, glued together by the remains of our spent lovemaking. I held him close and ran my hands over his back and shoulders as we both tried to breath normally again.

Finally he lifted himself up from my chest and gave me a weak smile. "That was very intense," he said with what had to be the understatement of the day.

I took a deep breath and observed, "We should go dancing more often."

Marco sighed and rolled over onto his back. "Well, that was special. I don't think we have ever managed to screw quite like that before." Then he began to giggle.

"Was it good for you baby?" I asked, trying to imitate Humphrey Bogart from an old movie.

"Oh man, was it ever. I was afraid I was going to hurt you, but you stayed right with me. You were inside me, but I think I was fucking you," Then he laughed. "That sounds kind of rude."

"No, you're right. You were in control. I just sort of hung on and let you do all the work." I acknowledged and tried to do some deep breathing.

Marco turned to me and looked a little concerned. "I guess I was concentrating on myself. I should ask if it was good for you."

I laughed loudly. "Oh hell yes! I think that was the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life. You were fantastic. You can do that anytime."

Marco lay back down on the bed. "I don't know. That may have been one of a kind."

"Well, it is our honeymoon you know. It's supposed to be special." I reminded him.

"That kind of wore me out. What do you say we rinse off and call it a night," I suggested. "Johnny will be bringing our breakfast before you know it."

We got up and turned on the shower, quickly rinsing each other and then sharing a towel. Before we climbed back in bed I took the menu and checked off an omelet and pancakes with the scribbled note that said 'the usual at 8:00', and slipped it back under the door. I left off the 'Do Not Disturb' sign from the door knob. We snuggled up together and immediately fell asleep.

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