Mark

MARK (t/t)

Copyright BC Dude, 1998 bc_dude@hotmail.com

WARNING -- What's the point! GAY SEX

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Mark

by BC Dude

Chapter 7

Christmas break was fast approaching and Mark and I thought it would be great to spend most of the time up at the cabin. Dave and Mike were invited as well and were looking forward to the trip. Neither Dave nor Mike had told their parents they were gay and the only time they could get together was when they were at our place. Dave and Mike had become our best friends, I guess our only friends, and we enjoyed their company. Glen had been hanging around with us too, but his schedule simply didn't allow him much time. We had some pretty hot sex with him when we did get together. He figured he could get up for a few days during the break but couldn't spend the whole time there.

"Mark, the phone is for you, it's Glen," my mother called.

Mark bounded down the stairs to take the call and was back in minutes.

"How's Glen?" I asked when Mark returned.

"He's okay," Mark replied.

"What did he want?"

"What is this, twenty questions?"

"No, just wondering."

"Look, I'll tell you if ... fuck, just skip it," Mark cut himself short.

"Hey Mark, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. What's with you? Can't I have a conversation without you asking every word I said?"

I didn't know what to say. I had never seen Mark like this before. Something was bugging him and it was clear he didn't want to say what it was. I figured he'd tell me in time, so I dropped it.

"So, where we going tonight?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Oh, I've gotta help my dad do some stuff before we take off for Christmas. Shouldn't be too late though."

"Want any help?"

"NO, it's some family stuff."

"Okay."

Mark left to do whatever it was and I hung out with Dave and Mike for the evening. Mark hadn't come back by ten so I phoned over to his place to see when he'd be back. His dad hadn't seen him all night, nor had he expected to see him. I was getting worried.

I didn't tell Dave and Mike what was going on but they could tell something was up. I hardly spoke all night, except in answer to a direct question. They went home around eleven.

It was nearly midnight when Mark phoned.

"Jim?"

"Yeah."

"Uh, I'm gonna stay at home tonight. There's a few more things to do and I want to get it done. See ya tomorrow at school."

"Mark?

"Yeah."

"Is anything wrong?"

"NOTHING'S WRONG! I just wanna get this stuff done tonight, OKAY?"

"Yeah, okay. See ya tomorrow."

I hung up the phone with an awful feeling in my stomach. I wasn't sure if I wanted to throw up or cry. Something was wrong with Mark and he wouldn't share it. I went to bed alone. I cried into my pillow. I hadn't been to bed alone for months and it was cold and lonely -- so lonely, so cold. I was alone, without Mark, the one I wanted to spend my life with, my soul mate, the one I loved with my heart and soul ... "shit!" I suddenly thought, "the one I love, and I never told him! I never told Mark I loved him and now he was gone!"

The night dragged on and on. I couldn't sleep and I missed Mark so much. I missed the warmth of his body next to mine, I missed his smile, I missed his sense of humor, I missed him.

The morning light crept into the room and my alarm startled me. I hadn't slept all night and I felt like shit. I stumbled downstairs to breakfast. Mom and dad asked where Mark was and I told them he said he stayed at home last night.

"First quarrel, eh?" dad said.

"That's just it. We didn't quarrel, he just had some things to do and I feel like shit without him."

Mom smiled a knowing smile.

I was staring at my breakfast when it happened. I nearly did a face plant right into my cereal. My head jerked up just in time. Both mom and dad grabbed me from either side and pushed me back in my chair.

"I think you should stay home today and sleep, Jim," mom said.

"But I've got to go to school and see Mark! I've got to find out what happened."

"Mark will be by after school, for now you need sleep," mom said. "Up those stairs and into bed!"

My bed was still cold and lonely, but I was tired enough that I almost immediately fell asleep.

The veil of sleep slowly lifted and the loneliness came back. I laid there thinking about the events of the last day. I felt a tear trickle from one eye down my cheek and my body was seized by my sobs.

I lay there sobbing when I became aware of a hand on my shoulder. I was so surprised I jumped and opened my eyes. Marks face was inches away. He wasn't smiling though. His face was solemn, although there was a look of concern there. In an instant my hopes soared and then crashed. I turned away.

"Jim, what's wrong?"

"Come to say goodbye? Well, GOODBYE!"

"WHAT?"

"Fuck off Mark!"

"Jim," Mark said as he grabbed my shoulder and roughly turned me toward him, "What is going on?"

"Like you don't know. You lied to me and didn't come home. I want to be with you every minute and you lied to me, I LOVE YOU and you lied to me. I love you more than life and you do this to me." The tears rolled down my face and I buried my face in the pillow and cried.

"I'm not leaving you and I didn't mean to lie to you. I had to talk to Glen last night and that lasted longer than I thought and ... what did you say? Oh Jim, oh Jim, I love you too. That's why I had to talk to Glen last night. He was getting too heavy with me and I had to tell him that we could be friends but no one would ever replace you. Jim, I love you too. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Please, Jim--"

Marks voice broke and I could tell he was crying too. I felt the bed move as his body pressed up against mine and his arm gently wrapped around me as he kissed me on the back of my neck.

"You mean you aren't leaving me?"

"No Jim, never. I love you too, more than I can describe. I want to live with you forever. Please Jim, I would never hurt you. Never!"

I rolled over and looked into Marks eyes. Even red and full of tears I loved them. They were full of love and fear. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me.

"I love you so much Mark, please never leave me."

"I won't my love, I could never hurt you, I love you so much. Please forgive me?"

My answer was to hold him even tighter and he responded.

We held and cried for the longest time. It was tears of joy, tears of relief, tears of happiness. I couldn't believe I could feel so good and yet so bad at the same time. I had nearly lost the love of my life, nearly told him to go away, when all he was doing was trying to do was make sure we could be together.

"Mark?"

"Mmmm?"

"I'm sorry."

"Shhhh, it's okay love. I understand."

"No, I mean I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was in love with you before now."

"Yeah, I should have told you too."

"Mark, I was so afraid. I was afraid to admit I was in love, I was afraid to tell you I loved you, I was afraid you'd think it was dumb."

"Me too, Jim. I didn't really know what love was. I knew you felt special to me but I just didn't know what it was really like and I was afraid to tell you too."

"Yeah, when I thought I was losing you it all just clicked. The thought of losing you made me realize how much you meant to me."

I cut Mark's reply short as I kissed him. This was the first kiss since we admitted our love to each other and it was more than the usual. There was something special as our tongues touched and circled each other. This was a new feeling! We kissed long and deep, feeling the love we each had held for the other for so long. My skin jumped at his touch as his hand rubbed my back. I suddenly found a warmth and satisfaction I didn't know was possible as I melted into Mark.

We touched, kissed, and just held each other for hours. Being with Mark this way was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I never wanted it to end and I didn't want to let go. Mark must have felt the same since he didn't seem to be in any hurry to move either.

"I need to take a piss," I finally said.

"Me too."

We released each other and walked hand in hand to the bathroom and stood side by side as we peed.

"Let's take a shower," Mark said as he shook the last drops from his cock.

"Sure," I replied as I turned on the water.

Mark removed his clothes as I adjusted the temperature and we stepped into the shower together. The hot water beat down on us as we stood against each other and embraced again. Mark grabbed the soap and wash cloth and started washing me. I leaned back against the wall as he washed me from head to toe. Mark made a special effort as he washed my buns and in my crack. I felt his wash cloth covered finger linger over my puckered hole and gently press inside. My cock had remained amazingly soft all afternoon, but now it sprang to life as his finger worked in my hole. I looked down and saw him smile. Mark's smile had always made me melt and today was no different. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me. Mark kissed the tip of my stiff cock and then removed his finger and stood up and hugged me.

"Your turn," Mark whispered in my ear.

"Huh?"

"Your turn to wash me," he answered.

"Oh."

Mark handed me the wash cloth and soap and I went to work on him. We had seen each other's body often over the past few years but this was the first time I had really lingered on each spot as I lovingly washed each part of his body. I was amazed by all the little scars and marks I had never noticed before. It was like I was discovering him all over again. Mark had also remained soft during the afternoon as we laid together but as I washed the crack between his cheeks he too stiffened. Like he had done to me, I kissed his cock and then rolled the foreskin back and carefully washed underneath.

Mark turned the water off and we stepped from the shower and dried each other off. All the while, I was in heaven. Mark, the one I loved, was with me and I knew we would never be separated. His smile was like it was pasted on his face. It never left once, his white teeth gleamed like pearls in the bright bathroom lights as his head moved in and out of my view as we dried each other.

When we were dry and finished our other post-shower activities of combing our hair, brushing teeth, deodorant and so on, Mark led me back to the bedroom.

We embraced as we stood beside the bed and kissed deeply as our hands roamed freely over each other.

"Jim?"

"Yes Mark?"

"Will you marry me?"

My heart nearly came up into my throat, that feeling in the pit of my stomach was stronger than ever before as I heard those words.

"Oh Mark, YES! I want to spend my life with you, I want to be with you every day, I can't stand it when we are away from each other. Yes, I'll marry you."

Mark hugged me tighter and buried his face in my neck. I could feel his body shaking. Mark was crying. I didn't need to ask why because I was crying too.

"I'm so happy," I managed to get out between sobs.

Mark pulled back slightly, eyes red and tears staining his face and looked into my eyes. He was smiling again, or still.

"Jim?"

"Mmmm?"

"If you're so happy, why are you crying?" Mark asked, an evil twinkle in his eye and the straightest face he could create.

I look back into his eyes, his face, his smile. I couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing about half a second before the air exploded from Marks lips as his smile broke and he descended into uncontrollable laughter. We collapsed onto the bed in a heap of shaking bodies, giggling, laughing and snorting as we tried to regain our composure.

I guess the noises attracted the attention of a few others in the house and suddenly my door flew open and Rob, my brother, burst into the room.

"Are you guys oka--?" his words were cut short as he saw us lying on the bed together, naked, holding each other and laughing our guts out.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"Rob, it's okay. It's not your fault. We should have locked the door," I said.

"But you don't have a lock on your door," Rob stammered.

Mark and I started giggling again.

"I guess we'll have to get one," I said.

"No, it's okay. I should know better than to barge in here," Rob said. "I won't do it again. I was just worried cause you had been in such a bad way last night and today."

"That's okay bro. And thanks for caring," Mark added.

Rob's face lit up and a huge smile crossed his face. "You've never called me bro before Mark. I like that."

"Rob, come over here for a minute," I said.

Rob started to cross the floor but stopped and looked down at the floor.

"What's the matter, Rob?" I asked.

"Well, you guys don't have any clothes on, and, well ..."

"Oops, sorry," I said as I pulled the sheet over Mark and me.

Rob was a little more comfortable and came over to the bed.

"Rob, you know that Mark and I are gay, right?"

"Yeah, dad and mom explained it to me."

"And you know what that means?" I asked.

"Well, I guess that means that you two have sex together."

"It's more than sex Rob, we make love together because we love each other," Mark said.

"I don't understand," Rob said.

"Rob, anybody can have sex with someone else, but you can only make love to someone you really love. I guess that's something you'll learn when you fall in love," Mark said.

"So what's this all about, Jim?" Rob asked.

"Well, Mark and me have been friends for a long time but now we are in love and we are going to get married so we can live together forever," I explained.

I could see the gears turning in Rob's 14 year old head. He was doing his best to understand what the hell was going on. I figured he understood the sex thing, but I wasn't sure about the love angle, after all Mark and I had only just figured it out ourselves.

"I guess that will make me your bro, eh Mark?" Rob asked.

Mark smiled at Rob, and said, "Yup!"

"ALL RIGHT!" Rob exclaimed as he jumped up on the bed, hugged Mark and kissed him on the cheek. "Welcome to the family, BRO."

Rob jumped down from the bed and bounced from the room. I could hear him yelling to mom as he thundered down the stairs, "Hey mom, they're gonna get married!"

"I think I'll get a lock for the door anyway, Mark."

Mark smiled back at me and I melted again.

"Jim?"

"Yes?"

"Make love to me and fuck me. I want to feel your love inside me so much."

I looked at Mark. The pleading in his eyes said it all. He was giving himself to me completely and I needed him as much as he needed me at that moment. I pushed him back on the bed and snuggled up to him and kissed him long and deep. I could feel his cock harden and poke against me. I moved from his lips and kissed and sucked on his ear, his neck, and then went to work on a hardening nipple. My hand found his hard cock and I skinned his skin back and forth as his breathing grew heavier. I kissed his other nipple then sucked on it hard. It instantly became erect and hard. My tongue trailed down to his navel and his hard cock was now bumping against my chin so I licked the pre cum from the tip and then let my lips slide over the head. Mark moaned loudly as my lips slid down his cock and then up again.

"OOOOh Jim. Please, please, please..." Mark pleaded as I trailed a finger soaked in pre cum between his legs and pressed on his hot, waiting hole.

There was no resistance at all, my slick finger was almost pulled inside. Each time I wiggled my finger more pre cum would flow from Mark's hot cock. I couldn't hold back any longer and I trailed my tongue down the sensitive underside of his cock, over his balls, and down to his waiting rose bud puckered hole. My tongue easily slid in and I gave him the best rimming I could. Mark was writhing in pleasure. Mark pulled his legs to either side of his chest to allow me maximum access. I licked and prodded his hot hole for all I was worth. We had done this before, but I had never enjoyed it so much, and neither had Mark!

Mark reached down and scooped as much pre-cum as he could from his cock and rubbed it on my own hard and throbbing cock. Without words, I looked into his eyes and knew he wanted me to fuck him without any other lube than his pre-cum.

"It's okay," Mark said to my unspoken concern that I might hurt him.

I positioned myself between his legs and lifted them onto my shoulders. I lifted his hips and placed the pillows under him. I took more pre-cum from his cock and rubbed his hot hole again. Mark groaned louder and louder each time I pressed my finger past the muscle ring. I positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance and pushed gently.

"PUSH! PUSH NOW!" Mark hoarsely croaked.

I pushed a little harder and then started a short, quick, thrusting motion. Slowly, with each little thrust my cock would enter further and further until suddenly, his muscles relaxed and the head of my cock simply slid inside. Mark gasped, not a gasp of pain, but a gasp of pleasure as he felt my cock slide into him. A long stream of pre-cum oozed from his cock which was now rock hard and his skin fully retracted. A few more little rocking thrusts and my cock was completely buried in his ass and my nuts were banging against his buns.

Mark squeezed my cock a few times before I got the hint and started to thrust in and out of his ass. Each time as I hit bottom he would clamp down on my cock and hold the pressure as I pulled out for the next thrust. He was milking my cock as I fucked his ass.

I tried to adjust my position, trying to make sure I would hit his prostate with my cock. I knew when I got it right. His whole body shook.

"Oh god, Mark, I'm soooo hot. I don't know how long I can last," I moaned.

"I know, me too," Mark replied.

Mark's head was rolling from side to side and his eyes were closed. His smile never left his lips as I worked on his ass. We were both getting the fuck of our lives.

His nuts were drawn up tight against the base of his cock on either side, his stomach was as tight as a drum, I could see his chest heaving with each breath and I could see his heart beating there. A steady stream of pre-cum had formed from the head of his cock to the puddle that was forming on his stomach. His cock would bounce slightly with each thrust.

I could feel the churning in my balls at that feeling of warmth and tension building in my groin. I was on the final countdown to paradise. My pace quickened. Mark's cock was getting harder and harder. The head of his cock had expanded to the point that the skin was stretched and shiny. The ridge around the mushroom head was more pronounced than I had ever seen. His cock was so hard and big that the slit in the top was no longer closed but was a gaping hole.

"OOOOOOOOOOO," Mark moaned as his hips bucked, his ass clamped on my pistoning cock and then pulsed. Stream after stream of white creamy cum shot from his cock and landed on his chest and stomach. I lunged harder and harder as my orgasm built to unbelievable heights. I started to milk his cock as his orgasm subsided and the shoots became a dribble. To my surprise another orgasm shook his body and his cock pulsed again and again, although he was now dry.

With a final lunge I rammed into his butt and froze as my cock blasted shot after shot of my love deep into Mark. Mark my friend, Mark my lover, Mark my love.

Our orgasms complete, I collapsed onto Mark and he wrapped his legs around me. Our lips touched and we kissed, long and deep as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to him.

"I love you Mark, I always have," I whispered into his ear. "I think I really fell in love with you that first day I saw you. I'm just sorry it took this long to tell you."

"Me too, Jim. I guess guys sometimes just can't say what they're feeling. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I love you. I promise I'll never hurt you."

"It's not your fault, it was my own stupid imagination. I should have known better."

"I should have told you what was going on."

We snuggled on the bed for another hour before Rob came to the door. This time he knocked.

"What is it, Rob?"

"Mom says it's supper time," Rob said as he opened the door. "Oh shit, not again..."

I guess we were quite a sight. I was still laying on Mark, my cock still embedded in his ass and Mark's legs were still wrapped around my waist.

"Oops, sorry Rob," Mark said.

"I guess I'll get used to it," Rob replied.

"Rob?"

"Yes Jim?"

"I don't mean to pry, and you, well... Are you gay?"

Rob stood there, his face flushed, and a tent in the front of his pants.

"I, uh, don't think so. I mean I've messed around with some other guys and that's fun, but it's girls I think about when I jerk off."

"That's okay, Rob," Mark said. "I guess we just wanted to know if you needed any help from your big brothers to understand some stuff. But how do you feel about knowing we are?"

"It's okay with me. Mom and dad had a long talk with me about that stuff and you're my bro, I guess you're both my brothers now. You guys coming for supper?"

"Yeah, tell mom we'll be right down."

"Okay," Rob said as he bounced back down the stairs.

"Hi mom, hi dad," both of us said as we came into the kitchen.

"You're looking better, Jim. What did you do to cheer him up like that, Mark? Don't answer that," mom said.

Mark and I smiled at each other.

"Did you have something to tell us?" dad asked.

"Huh?" Mark questioned.

"Well Rob was carrying on a while ago about something or other," dad added with a definite grin on his face.

Mark and I looked at each other.

"Uh, dad, uh, I mean ... I love your son and want to marry him," Mark blurted out.

"Oh, I see," dad replied. "And just how are you going to support him?" dad continued with a silly grin.

"With my love sir, with my love," Mark answered.

"Well, mother," dad said, "what do you thing about this turn of events? Do you think you can deal with Mark as a son-in-law?"

Mom came over from the stove and hugged Mark and kissed him on the cheek. "I think I can handle that," she said. "And it's about bloody time too!"

"Then you have my permission, young man," dad said to Mark.

Mark and I leaned toward each other and hugged, then kissed.

I'm not sure what we ate for supper that night. I didn't care either.

Dave and Mike came over after supper as was their habit. We could hardly wait to tell them. At first they just stood frozen looking at us like we had both grown a second head or something, then slowly they started to smile and then nearly knocked us over as they hugged us and wished us well. Most of the evening was spent talking about how we finally decided, what had happened, and why.

We had been friends for so long now that we knew each other pretty well, so I don't think they were really all that surprised about our decision. The only surprise was that we had come out and admitted our love.

Mike looked a little strange as he and Dave got ready to leave. Something was on his mind and was bugging him. Actually, something had been on his mind all evening. He had been pretty quiet.

"What's wrong, Mike?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I don't know if I'll ever find the happiness you have with Mark."

"You've got me, love," Dave said, looking a little hurt.

"Oh, I know that Dave, and I love you. It's just that I don't know what will happen when I tell my parents."

I knew exactly what he meant. Mike's parents were very straight, very strict, and very religious. Love can be a strange thing with people like that.

"It'll work out, Mike," I said. "They may be able to control you now, but next year we'll be going away to college and you can live the way you want."

Mike managed a weak smile, hugged Mark and me again, and left arm in arm with Dave.

I turned and looked at Mark.

"It'll work out, Jim. One way or the other, it'll work out. We'll make it work out," Mark added to emphasize the point.

We turned and headed up the stairs to bed and snuggled together. The next thing I knew, the alarm was announcing a new day.

About half way to school we were forced off the road by a speeding ambulance.

"We don't see those very often in this area," I commented to Mark.

"Yeah, I wonder who it's for?" I said.

We continued on to school. There weren't any stories circulating and we quickly forgot about the ambulance.

Around noon we realized we hadn't seen Mike or Dave all day. Of course there wasn't exactly anyone else we could ask either since the four of us weren't exactly popular. I was just starting to phone Dave's house when Glen wandered up.

"Hi Glen, how's things," I said.

"Oh, fine, I guess."

"Hey, what's the matter--?" I started then realized what Mark had just told him the night before.

"I told Jim everything, Glen, everything. But we'd like to be friends if you can deal with that," Mark said.

Glen shrugged his shoulder in a very non-committal way and changed the subject.

"Haven't seen Mike or Dave today," Glen said.

"Yeah, we were just talking about that. I was gonna phone Dave's place to find out," I said as I picked up the phone again.

"DAVE! Why are you at home man? What's up?" I said as Dave answered the phone.

I listened as Dave spoke, hung up the phone, and leaned against Mark.

I could feel their eyes on me and they needed an answer, they deserved an answer.

"Dave is at home cause, well ... ah ... Mike decided to tell his parents that he was gay this morning. His dad had a fit and told him he was no son of his and to get the hell out of the house and never come back."

I could see the expressions of fear and hate in Mark's and Glen's faces.

"But that's not all. Mike's dad got so upset that he actually had a heart attack. That's what the ambulance was this morning. Mike is over at Dave's, and they don't know what to do cause Dave's mom will be home soon and they'll have to tell her something. Mike can't go home and has nowhere to live. His mom is now really mad at him. First cause he's queer, and second because he gave his dad a heart attack."

We stood looking at each other for several minutes before anyone finally got a sensible word out. Not that anything really needed to be said. There was only one thing to do and we headed for the parking lot. We had to go and help Dave and Mike.

End of Chapter 7

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