Mark

MARK (t/t) (c) BC Dude, 1998 bc_dude@hotmail.com

WARNING - What's the point! GAY SEX

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MARK (t/t) By BC Dude (c)

Chapter 1

The veil of sleep lifted slightly and I snuggled up to Mark. My arms wrapped around him as I spooned into his back, my hard cock slipping between those firm buns that most guys would kill for. As I drifted in and out of sleep I could feel myself slowly humping against him, my hard cock gently sliding up and down his crack. "MMMMMM," I heard myself moan. "Could heaven be like this?" I thought to myself as I continued to get hotter and hotter. I don't know how long I had been making love to Mark in my half sleep when I could feel that feeling building. My orgasm was near and there was no stopping it! Many times either of us would wake to find the other had been having the ultimate wet dream and tonight was my turn. The rhythm in my hips continued and then I was over the edge. "UUUGGGGHHHH!" I unloaded spurt after spurt of my love as I gripped him even tighter. Slowly the orgasm passed and reality suddenly hit me as I fully woke up.

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOO..........!" I cried as the reality hit me and I broke into tears and cried from a point so deep within me that I wished I were dead. Dave and Mike opened the door to our room, crossed the floor and I felt their comforting arms go around me. I released the pillow I had just made love to and took some comfort in the warmth of their bodies.

"Shhhh, Jim. It's okay, you were having a dream", Dave offered.

In another time, in other circumstances I might have responded with some smart ass comment like, "I know it was a fucking dream" but tonight I just pulled them to me and cried into Dave's shoulder while Mike added his support from behind. I fell asleep like that. The cold light of morning found the three of us still together. Both Dave and Mike were awake but had stayed with me through the night.

"Thanks guys, I'm sorry ......" I managed to get out before that lump in my throat got the better of me.

"Shhhh, we're here for you Jim. Anytime, anywhere," was the simple reply.

"Damn, what did I do to deserve such friends," I thought to myself as I kissed Dave on the cheek and squeezed Mike's arm which was still wrapped around me.

"We have to get going", Mike said.

"Yeah, I know," was my reply.

A few hours later we were joined by others at the appointed place and time. I was aware of their presence but the burning in my eyes made it impossible to really know who was who. Tears streamed down my cheeks, I had a constant lump in my throat and an awful pain that consumed me. The preacher droned on as the casket slowly disappeared below into the ground. God how I wished that bullet had hit me instead of Mark. Mark my best friend, Mark my lover, Mark my partner of ten years, Mark my life. Why had that asshole taken a position outside of McDonalds that day and started shooting? Why were we there? Why Mark? The answers didn't come. Sure the gunman must have had his problems, but why? Maybe the police would catch him some day and the reasons would be known, maybe not. But all the reasons in the world would never replace Mark, the life we had planned. And then there must be the families of the other victims. Each with broken dreams, shattered lives.

I remembered the day ten years ago in High School when Mark arrived in my class at school. That was a day to remember ..... for more than one reason. The English teacher had just begun to give me hell for not completing my homework again when Mark entered the classroom. The teacher looked up at the interruption and glared at Mark.

"Sorry for interrupting," Mark said as he walked toward the teacher with his hall pass and a hand full of papers. The teacher quickly looked at the papers and told Mark to take a seat. The class continued. THANK YOU MARK!

As luck would have it the only spare desk in the room was right beside mine and I couldn't take my eyes off the kid. He had a magnetic aura about him. Not that he was all that good looking, but there was just something about that ready smile, the one slightly crooked tooth, a body language that said 'confidence.' I guess he was about the same size as me, 5 foot 8 inches, slightly heavier build than is normal for a sixteen year old, long brown hair with a bit of a natural curl, and an unusually clear face for our age.

I was gay, I knew I was gay, and any hot guy like Mark would always get my libido into high gear in seconds. Mark did it to me. Of course I did my best to hide the fact I was gay, laughed at the right jokes, made the same rude comments, and always made doubly sure I kept my eyes above shoulder height in the showers after gym class. No way I was gonna suffer the indignities of being called 'queer'.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, if you don't count on the fact that Mark ended up in all my classes. By the end of the day it was almost a joke.

"What, you again?" I would quip.

Mark would smile and I would melt.

Since I was the only constant in Marks first day it was inevitable that we ended up hanging out at lunch. I introduced Mark to my friends and found out his family had just moved from another town about fifty miles away because his father had been transferred to manage the local store of a national company. Turned out we had many of the same interests too. We both liked wilderness camping and canoeing, and both rode motorcycles. Turned out we also lived in the same general area of town.

After school we met in the school parking lot and headed for the local burger joint before heading home. We rode past each other's houses to see where each other lived and then we both went home.

The next few weeks passed uneventfully, if you don't count the fact that Mark and I became good friends and I had a constant hard on. I lived in fear and terror that I would do or say the wrong thing and he would learn my secret. Each day became worse and worse for me. I was in love with Mark and scared to death. Every night I would go to bed and dream of Mark as I beat off. Half the time I would wake up thinking of him and jerk off again. I was obsessed with him. I wanted to see him, touch him. Make love with him.

We did some riding together, talked about all kinds of things, except sex, and just generally got to know each other. About three weeks later we decided to go camping on the next weekend. We had our trip all planned, where we would go, what we needed to take, sights we could see.

The day before that first weekend camping trip I was sitting in class doing the usual ..... dreaming about Mark ...... when the bell rang. I must have turned twenty shades of red when I realized I couldn't stand up without revealing a very prominent pole in my pants but the next class was at the very farthest point in the school and there was just time to make it. I guess one of the other guys in the class noticed my condition and started giving me a hard time ..... a lot louder than necessary ..... and soon the whole damn class was giggling and making stupid comments.

Mark picked up on what was going on, smiled, tossed me his jacket and asked me if I would carry it since he had too much other stuff with him and was afraid he would drop something. We both left the classroom for our next class, me with Marks' jacket in front of me to hide the embarrassing bulge.

"Thanks", I said to Mark once we were clear of the crowd.

"Fucking idiots!" Mark replied. "Like those guys never get a hard on?"

"You never know, maybe they're too young," I replied.

We both cracked up and laughed all the way to the next class. Mark never asked about it. I guess I knew he was a real friend.

Our plan for the weekend was to go home after school, load up and head out that night. I was just putting the last things in my pack when Mark phoned.

"Jim?" a strained voice said on the phone.

"Yeah, what's up Mark?"

"I can't go."

"What?"

"I can't go."

"Why not?"

"Something's come up and I can't go. Sorry man."

"But ......."

"I'm sorry Jim, I can't go."

I was devastated. "What have I done wrong?" I thought to myself. We talked for a few more minutes but the end result was that he wasn't going. He wouldn't give me a good reason either. All he would say was that he couldn't go. I was heartbroken and scared. Had he found out I was gay? Had I lost him for a friend? I went to my room and stayed there for the evening.

The rest of the weekend passed without even a phone call. By Monday I was convinced Mark had found out and was avoiding me. I rode to school by myself. Mark wouldn't even look at me in school all day and I was too scared to talk to him between classes. Life was hell. I still thought about Mark all the time, but now it was anything but erotic. I had a broken heart and couldn't tell anyone. I didn't even jack off for the entire week.

The next Friday night Mark came to the door and asked to see me. We went out into the garage to talk. Mark told me that he still wanted to be friends and he was sorry he couldn't go camping last weekend but there had been a problem and couldn't go. He said he couldn't tell me what it was, but it had nothing to do with me. After talking for nearly an hour we decided to go for a ride. We rode for some time and ended up in one of our favorite spots at a lake way back in the bush. We felt the water and discovered that it was starting to warm up and decided maybe we should come back out on Saturday and spend the day on the lake. I jumped at the idea.

We got to the lake around noon and it was a beautiful sunny day. The temperature was unseasonably hot at nearly 80 so the water looked inviting.

"Ever skinny dip?" Mark asked.

"All the time," was my reply.

"Wanna?" Mark asked.

"Sure."

Thirty seconds later two nude guys dove off the rock into the lake.

"SHIIIIIT that's COLD" we both screamed in unison as we broke the surface.

Thirty seconds later we were both back on the rock shivering and giggling.

"Fuck, that was so cold my nuts have crawled all the way back inside," Mark giggled.

"Yeah, you're not the only one. I think I'd need tweezers to find my cock."

We both were laughing so hard it hurt. At least the ice was broken.

We laid out our towels and stretched out in the sun to warm up while we talked. It was good to be talking again. Fuck, I missed talking to Mark. Even if I could never have him I was happy to at least have him for a friend.

Over the next hour we warmed up and turned over a few times to avoid getting a burn from the hot spring sun. Our conversation had slowed as we soaked up the warmth of the sun and were falling asleep.

I was on my stomach and looked over at Mark as I spoke. He didn't answer, unless you can call a slight snoring noise an answer. His beauty captured me. This was the first time I had had a chance to really look at Mark. Mark was laying on his back and his chest gently rose and fell as he breathed. He truly was beautiful. His head was turned away from me and I couldn't see his face and he had his arms up with his hands behind his head. A small tuft of hair under his arms moved slightly in the warm breeze. His chest was broadening nicely and was still hairless. A slight trail of fine hair started at his navel and pointed down, down toward ....... A very hard cock! His six inch bone bounced slightly, just barely touching his stomach. He was not cut and the head was partially in view as the foreskin pulled down to accommodate the increased length of his hard cock. His cock had a gentle upward curve and still had a youthful slimness to it. A neat patch of pubic hair formed a neat triangle above his cock and the sun had done its work on his hairless ball sack which now hung loosely between his legs with its valuable contents. His legs were strong and well toned, the muscle's just visible on his thigh and calf. GOD, I was hard in a second. What I would have given to reach over and touch it!

Fear took over again. I couldn't let Mark catch me looking at him. In one movement I was up and dove into the water. I just heard my name as my head hit the water. When I surfaced and turned to face the rock Mark was standing facing me, his hardon in plain sight and he made no effort to hide it.

"How's the water," Mark asked, a smirk on his face.

"Fucking cold!" I replied and looked away.

"Well you better get out of there before you lose something," Mark called.

"No shit," I replied, "but it looks to me like you need this too".

"No fucking way I'm going back in there. Freezing my cock and balls off once a day is enough for me."

"Yeah, well from where I am, it doesn't look like you're in much danger of that," I yelled back.

Mark looked down, grabbed his cock with his hand and gave it a few playful strokes. "Yeah, the sun can do that sometimes. Sorry." Mark turned and grabbed his towel and wrapped it around himself, not that anything was left to the imagination.

I climbed back up on the rock and sat down. "Hmmm, got a pair of tweezers, I need to take a piss."

Mark laughed that contagious laugh of his.

"Mark, can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Well, how can you be so cool about standing there with a hard on? I'd be so embarrassed that I'd die."

"Jim, everybody gets them and there is nothing you can do about it. Lying in the sun, thinking sexy thoughts, whatever, guys get them and it's just natural. I'm not crazy about showing it off like this but it's impossible to hide. So I figure when I'm with friends they can either accept it or it's just too bad."

"Yeah, that's why I jumped in the water," I admitted.

"Well if that water wasn't so cold I might have too, but you beat me to it," Mark said with a grin.

"It's just like that day in class when you had one and everybody started giving you a hard time. What a bunch of turds. I'll bet every guy in that class has had one during class at some time or another, you just got caught."

"Yeah, I was so embarrassed that day. You really saved my life when you gave me your jacket."

"No sweat Jim, that's what friends are for."

"Thanks friend."

"Fuck, Jim, I'm still hard as a rock."

"Yeah, me too, but that's cause I'm frozen stiff. I'll still need a pair of tweezers to find it."

"Can't be that small," Mark quipped.

"Oh yeah".

I stood up in front of him. My cold cock couldn't have been more than an inch long in this state and my balls had all but disappeared in their shriveled sack.

We both laughed.

"Boy, the chick's had better watch out for you," Mark giggled.

"Yeah, if I tried anything now they could charge me with assault with a dead weapon."

"Well, lie back down in the sun and it'll be fine in no time."

I laid back down on my towel as Mark peeled off his towel and laid back down on his stomach.

Twenty minutes later I was starting to warm up again and things were returning to normal size. Mark rolled over on his back. Fuck, he was still hard! I rolled onto my stomach ..... fast!

"Fuck I'm horny," Mark commented as his right hand moved down to his hard cock and moved the skin up and down a few times. "I think I'm gonna have to jerk off to get rid of it. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Well ..... uh ..... no. I'll just turn over the other way."

"That's up to you. I don't really care."

"What? You don't care if someone sees you jerk off?"

"Well we're friends and I trust you. Besides, back in my last town I got into a couple of circle jerks."

"Circle jerk?"

"Yeah, you know, when you're hanging out with the guys and sometimes you all get horny so we all jerked off."

"Really?"

"You telling me you've never done that?"

"Never!"

"Oh, well if it bothers you, I won't. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Well now I was in real trouble. There was nothing I would rather have done than watch Mark jerk off, but I was scared that he might think I was queer or something and our friendship was just getting going again.

"Mark, we're friends. I want to be friends, and I never want to do anything that would ever destroy that. If you need to jerk off, go ahead, it's okay with me. It's just this is all new to me and, well ..... I'm a little embarrassed."

Mark had been slowly stroking his cock the whole time we had been talking and although I was still half frozen I could feel that tightness developing in my cock. I could also feel my heart beating a little faster and heavier.

Mark laid back, put one arm under his head, closed his eyes, and started to stroke for real. I wanted to watch so much but was afraid Mark would think I was weird if he caught me so I laid back and positioned my head so I could just see him out of the corner of my eye.

Mark had a slow deliberate stroke. With each upward motion the foreskin would totally cover his cock head and would close together at the end. With each down stroke the skin would fully expose his gorgeous cock head and he would pull down far enough and squeeze just enough to cause the head to expand and take on a shiny appearance. He must have been going for at least five minutes when the first drop of precum formed, then another and still another. Soon there was a steady trickle of the clear stuff that completely covered his cock head and even dribbled onto his hand. I could see his ball sack tightening up a bit as his balls pulled up closer to the base of his cock and I could hear his breathing getting noticeably heavier. I couldn't take it any longer. I was completely hard and horny as hell. I could already feel my own precum oozing from my cock and making a slippery spot on the towel.

"You too, eh?" Mark said as I turned onto my back exposing my five and half inch hard cock.

"Yeah, me too," I replied as I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke.

I didn't know if Mark was watching me or not, nor did I care. I was so hot from the scene next to me I didn't care. I guess if I couldn't have Mark, this was the next best thing.

Another five minutes must have passed as we each laid there sensuously stroking our cocks. I couldn't believe the slow stroke Mark used. It was clear he was enjoying every motion and the trail of precum certainly attested to it. With every stroke Mark did, I was getting hotter and hotter. I was unaware of my own rapid movements and suddenly I knew I was there. My orgasm didn't build and build, it was just suddenly there. Gobs and gobs of my cum spurted from my pulsing cock and landed all over my chest and stomach. One shot actually hit my chin. I grunted with each shot until it was over and I let out a long sigh and collapsed back on my towel, spent cock in my hand, the last dribbles of cum sliding over my hand and onto my pubes.

"Good one eh?" Mark asked.

"Oh yeah!" was all I could muster for a reply.

"Good," was all Mark said as he smiled.

Marks' pace had picked up and judging from the heaving of his chest, and his breathing, I knew he was close. I could hear a slapping sound as his foreskin pulled up and down on his now very wet cock head. His balls were completely tight against the base of his cock and his hips were beginning to thrust. Suddenly he groaned, his eyes closed tight, his hips gave one last thrust and his ass was nearly off the ground. I watched, spell bound as his first shot kinda dribbled onto his stomach, then the next landed on his chest, then another, and another, and another.

Mark collapsed back on his towel, still stroking his cock as a few more gobs of cum were squeezed from his cock and he let out another groan and then a sigh.

Mark opened his eyes and looked over directly into mine.

"Never seen that before, huh?"

"No. Never done that before either."

"So what do you think about it?"

"Nice. I've never cum like that when I jerk off alone. Never seen anyone cum before either."

"Ready for a swim?"

"No fucking way!"

"Gotta get this cum off somehow."

"I don't care, I'm not going back in there."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

The next thing I knew we were pushing and pulling each other and both of us hit the water holding onto each other.

"You fucking shit!"

"Careful what you call me, you cum bag!"

"Shit."

"Cum bag."

"Ass hole."

"Fuck head."

"Pervert."

"You wish."

"Wha......," my last comment was cut short as Mark pushed me under the water.

We wrestled around in the water for nearly twenty minutes. I was cold but who cared. I was in heaven and it was worth it as we constantly touched each other's skin and even got the odd accidental feel. Finally, cold and exhausted, we climbed from the water and once again got comfortable on the rock. Whatever had caused our falling out the previous week was forgotten and we were friends again.

"Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Well, whatever happened last week, let's not let it happen again."

"Okay, I promise."

I had hoped he would tell me what had happened that he couldn't go camping with me and why he had been so cool the next week, but he didn't say a word. I guess I had everything I was going to get.

The afternoon was nearly shot so we got dressed, gathered our stuff and headed back to town. As I dropped him off at his house I asked if we could go camping the next week and after a slight hesitation he agreed. It was decided that we would head out next Friday for the weekend.

I was on cloud nine for the rest of that weekend. I had my friend back, we had jerked off together, and we were going camping next weekend. The events of the day kept playing through my mind like a movie on constant re-run. I got hard just thinking about our circle jerk and must have jacked off twice more that night.

Mark and I rode to school together on Monday and were inseparable all week. Neither Mark nor I mentioned our circle jerk to the other all week, but since we were getting along fine I didn't take anything from it. But then it wouldn't do to be talking about it at school and have someone overhear us.

The week seemed to last forever but Friday finally arrived and we had our stuff loaded on our bikes and headed out. It was only a two hour ride to our destination but it was dark by the time we arrived. We got set up, a fire going and supper cooking. We talked late into the evening by the fire and finally turned in.

I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into my sleeping bag. Mark did the same but also took his underwear off. I guess he saw the questioning look on my face.

"Oh, I always sleep in the buff. Hope you don't mind."

"No, I usually do too, but I guess I'm still not used to being nude around others."

"No problem. If you feel more comfortable wearing your underwear that's cool. You never have to do anything you're not comfortable with when you're with me. Never!"

"Thanks Mark."

We continued to talk for a bit and noticed some flashes of light.

"Thunder storm coming."

"Yup, looks like it."

We continued to talk as the flashes became brighter, and the thunder louder. Soon the rain started, and did it rain! The storm passed quickly and soon the rain was over and the moon cast shadows of the branches on the tent.

"SHIT!" Mark yelled.

"What?"

"My fucking sleeping bag is wet! Some rain got in the tent somehow."

I flicked on my flashlight and sure enough, Marks sleeping bag was soaked. It wasn't that cold out, in fact it was a fairly warm spring night, but a wet sleeping bag can be cold. Very cold.

"I guess we don't have any choice," I said.

"What?"

"I guess we'll have to sleep together. If we unzip my bag and use it more as a blanket we should do all right."

"You sure, Jim?"

"Yeah, I think it's the only way. You have a problem with it?"

"No, just making sure you don't have a problem with it."

I unzipped my bag as Mark climbed out of his and rolled over under mine.

"Fuck, Mark!"

"Try me once and you'll never go back to women."

"What?"

"Just kidding, what's wrong?"

"You're fucking freezing from being in that wet bag."

"Oh. Sorry," Mark said as he pretended to snuggle up and make contact with every inch of his cold skin he could with mine.

"Asshole."

Mark moved back, but of course he was still killing himself laughing.

We talked a little longer and finally decided to call it a night.

I awoke several hours later to find we had snuggled up against each other. I could feel the heat of Mark's body against my back and his arms were around me. I could also feel something hard poking me in the butt and his hand was resting on my equally hard cock. I froze. What a dilemma! Here I am, in bed with Mark, a dream come true, he's naked, has his arms around me, I can feel his rod at my bum and his hand is giving my cock more pleasure than I could imagine. If it don't do something and he finds out he'll know I'm queer. If I do something, I'll lose the first wonderful contact I've had. Since his breathing clearly indicated he was asleep I decided to enjoy the feelings for just a little while longer.

That's when I felt it. Marks hips moved a few times and then I felt his cock push against my underwear followed by an unmistakable feeling of cum soaking my underwear. Mark stirred, rubbed my cock a few times and sat bolt upright and let out a gasp.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You're awake? Oh no!" Mark hung his head and started to cry.

I didn't know what to do. Should I comfort him or call him a pervert? Should I come out to him and thank him? I laid there stunned for a few moments.

Finally Mark pulled himself together. "Jim, I'm so sorry, it happened in my sleep.... I don't know ...... I'll get my stuff and go ....... God I'm sorry ....... I didn't want this to ........ please ......." His voice trailed off and be began to cry again.

I decided it was time for me to do something or Mark would be gone, again.

I reached up and pulled Mark down beside me and held him down.

"Mark, listen to me. You're not going anywhere until we talk."

"What about?"

"Well for one thing, what just happened. Was that a wet dream?"

"sniff Yeah .... kinda."

"Was it or wasn't it? How the hell can it be 'kinda' a wet dream."

"Yes, it was a wet dream."

"Okay, so now it's my turn. A few weeks ago you told me that a guy getting a hard on is just a natural thing. Well, so is having a wet dream. You can't control it."

"sniff I guess ..... but this is different than just getting a hard on."

"No it isn't."

"sniff But I was holding you."

"So, you ever hug a teddy bear in bed, or your pillow?"

"sniff Yeah, but this is different."

"Fuck that, what happened was just nature and that's it. I don't like having this wet spot on my ass but that's the worst thing about this. I'm not mad at you ..... but now there will be two of us nude cause I can't sleep in this wet underwear."

"Jim, I ..... I ...... fuck I don't know what to say."

"Well, hmmmm. Mark, Mr. Cool doesn't know what to say. I'd say this was worth it."

"Ass hole."

"Oh you weren't finished back there?"

"Noooooooo........." Mark began to cry again.

"Sorry Mark, I didn't mean that to be mean! I was trying to make a funny! Please, Mark?"

"sniff Sorry, I'm just so uptight about this. I know you were kidding."

"Okay, but there is just one more thing."

"What?"

"You started to say something like, 'I didn't want this to happen.....' What did you mean by that?"

"PLEASE, don't make me tell you."

"Mark, at this point what could you say that would be worse than what we've already gone through? Please, as a friend, tell me."

"You'll hate me."

"Mark, I promise I won't hate you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Well, what just happened?"

"Yeah."

"It was a dream, but I was dreaming it was real."

"Huh?"

"I was dreaming it was real. I wish it was real. I'm queer. There, I've said it. I'm a QUEER!"

"REALLY?"

"Yeah, your best fucking friend is a QUEER, I'm a FAGGOT! Are you happy now?"

"Very."

"I'll go home now."

"You move and I'll never talk to you again."

"You'll probably never talk to me again anyway."

"Not true. Mark, I'm .... gay ..... too. I've been in hell since I met you. I wanted to do it with you since the first day I met you. I've been scared shitless you would find out and hate me."

"WHAT?"

"I said, I'm gay and I like you."

Mark lay there in silence.

"I guess we both have to go home now," I finally said.

"You're really gay?" Mark asked.

"Yes."

"What a fucking ass hole!"

"What?"

"No, no, not you Jim. ME!"

"What?"

"Here I've been worried about you finding out about me and all the time you were worried about me finding out about you. Shit, I even cancelled our last camping trip cause I was afraid you'd find out about me. Jim, I've wanted to do it with you ever since I met you too."

"That's the reason you couldn't go? SHIT!"

"No kidding."

We continued talking for a long time, both of us realizing how stupid we each had been and happy that it was now out in the open. As we talked we inched closer and closer together until finally we were in full body contact. I had long ago removed my cum soaked underwear and it was like an electric shock coursing through my body when our naked cocks finally met. The silence continued as our hands started to explore each other's body. Finally our hands found the other's cock and we held and stroked each other. I couldn't believe how hot I was getting. My breathing was heavy. The more I worked the skin on Mark's uncut cock the hotter I got.

"Mark, I'm gonna cum."

"Oh yes Jim, cum for me, please cum for me."

Mark rolled me on my back and continued to beat away at my throbbing cock. Precum had made my whole cock slick, my balls were drawn up tight against the base of my cock, I couldn't take it any longer. My hips bucked, and my cock spurted long strings of hot cum. I laid there panting, breathless, in the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm. I looked up into Mark's eyes, two dark pools in the moonlight. His smiling face looking back at me. A look on his face that said, "Yes, I love you, you are my first love and you will be my only love." I pulled him to me and we embraced, our hot bodies entwined, our cocks grinding against each other's.

"Oh Jim, I'm gonna cum," Mark whispered in my ear as he humped his cock against my stomach and it slid around in my cum. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" His body shook as his second orgasm overtook him and his cum squirted between us.

We were still holding each other as the sun rose.

End of Chapter 1

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