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Welcome to Chapter Two of Reflex. Here we meet Mark and his family for the first time. My apologies for the long waiting time for this chapter. I did not want to release it before I had at least completed a draft of Chapter 3.
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Chapter Two
Ten days had passed since Miss Enning had walked away from the school cursing the Headmaster. Nothing had yet changed with regards to Grynde Hall High as Mark's mum had given him an extra two weeks off school.
Across town, the morning sun was casting a gentle glow into a living room and onto a 16 year old boy. The boy was stood in front of a mirror, black trousers on and white shirt that covered up his slim, hairless, body. He looked at his reflection. A blue eyed, black haired boy stared back. Although most would admit that Mark was very attractive, he did not see himself that way at all. He lacked confidence.
"Are you awake yet?" his grandma barked at him as she bustled in with tea on a tray.
"Yes," Mark replied as he turned away from the mirror.
"Don't say "yes" to me like that," said his grandma as she put the tray on the coffee table. "Go into the kitchen and get the digestives. I hope you know what you are doing today because I want everything perfect for my Darren's special day."
Mark left the room for the kitchen groaning quietly to himself. Today was Darren's wedding day and Mark had been asked to be Usher. He was not likely to forget it any time soon with his grandma reminding him every five minuets. Mark yawned as he walked away.
He had yet another terrible nights sleep. He had had another nightmare about the fire. Every time the fire started he would see a hooded figure running away. Mark would give chase but every time he would catch the arsonist, he would wake up in a cold sweat before he could see his face.
He found the biscuit tin and brought it back to his grandmother.
"Now, Darren's family and friends sit on which side of the church?"
"The right side mum and Jodie's family sit on the left," Mark's mum answered for him as she walked in followed by Darren himself and his son (and Mark's cousin) Henry. "Everything is going to be fine so calm down." Mark's mum continued.
The stress and anxiety in Mark's grandma's face vanished instantly as Mark walked in dressed in top-hat and tails. "You look so handsome," she said with a tear in her eye. "When did you grow into a young man? I'm so proud of you."
"18 years ago when Henry was born," Darren replied, chuckling, as Henry rolled his eyes before glaring at Mark.
Henry was very tall with plenty of muscle. He played rugby in his spare time. He and Mark used to get on very well until one evening last year. Mark had called around uninvited while Henry's dad was out. He entered in and heard moaning noises coming from upstairs. Quickly, he crept upstairs as the moaning noises grew louder and louder. At the top, Mark could see that Henry's door was ajar. What Mark could see threw the crack gave him a shock! Henry was naked on his bed ploughing his hard cock into a naked black man with loads of muscle. They were moaning loudly. The black man's cock was rock hard and was leaking pre-cum onto Henry's bed.
"I'm gonna cum up you!" Henry shouted as his thrusts became erratic. He thrust his hips forward one final time and groaned with every shot of hot cum that he was unloading deep inside the mystery man. Lost for words, Mark took a step closer to get a better look. He soon wished he had not done that after the floorboard he stood on let out a lout creek. Panic entered the room as Henry quickly withdrew his hard cock with a pop causing the other guy to groan once more as cum leaked out of his hole. They both dressed quickly. The other guy ran passed Mark, down the stairs and out the front door. Henry however, marched towards Mark and pinned him against the wall.
"What did you see?" he growled at him.
"N...nothing," Mark replied, shaking his head.
"That's right, you saw nothing." With that, Henry marched downstairs.
Since that day, Henry often treated Mark like dirt.
"Where's dad, mum?" Mark was brought out of his daydream by his mum's voice.
"He should be back soon. He's just gone to the shop to get some more batteries for the camera." Mark's grandma explained.
While Mark and his grandma rarely saw eye to eye, Mark's grandfather was the complete opposite. He and Mark got along very well. They would often sit on a park bench with a sandwich and drink and have in depth discussions about world affairs and what things may be like in the future.
Once Mark's grandfather had returned from the shop, they all piled into the two Mercedes Benz' that had been hired for the day. They both came with a driver. Darren, Mark's grandfather and grandmother went in the first car, leaving Mark, his mum and Henry to travel in the second car. Much to Henry's disgust both he and Mark had to share the back seat.
"Do you want to go over your Best Man Speech?" Mark asked him, trying to break the ice. Maybe it was because Henry was very nervous about the speech but to Mark's surprise he said yes! So the trip to the church passed rather pleasantly.
Darren and Jodie's wedding passed without a hitch and the Saturday afternoon turned out to be a very sunny day.
The reception was held at a local public house, where a a buffet had been laid and the DJ played the music. Mark was sat with his mum at a table looking at all the family and friends that had turned out for this special day.
"Your dad would have liked this." his mum said pointing at Darren and Jodie. "He and Darren always got on well together."
"Yeah he would have," replied Mark, smiling.
Mark's mum spotted an old friend getting some drinks at the bar so she got up and made her way over. Her seat was taken by Mark's grandfather who seemed to be acting suspiciously.
"Grandpa, what are you hiding?" Mark asked.
His Grandfather looked left, then right before pouring the contents of his pocketed into the space on the bench between them. "I've taken some sweets from the buffet table. Don't tell your Gran. She hates me eating bad things."
Mark laughed. "I won't tell her if you give me that purple one."
"Deal," his grandfather said as he handed him the sweet.
Mark got up chuckling to himself. He spotted Henry in a corner being spoken to by their grandma. As he approached, he heard his grandma saying something about how Henry's speech at the wedding had been boring before skulking away. Mark sat down next to him.
"Don't listen to her," he said. "I get that kind of thing off her all the time."
"Yeah me too," Henry laughed before reaching for his drink on the table and taking a sip. Maybe it was because Mark had helped him with his speech but Henry was being more relaxed with Mark than he had been in a long time.
"She doesn't understand what it's like to be in your position." Mark commented but he soon wished he had not said anything.
"What do you mean?" asked Henry leaning forward.
"No I didn't mean..." But he never got to finish his sentence as Henry had already got up and was marching from the table. Mark got up and followed. He followed Henry out the front door, around the back of the building and into the trees behind.
Finally, Henry stopped. "Will you stop following me?" he called to Mark behind him.
"No," Mark called as he made his way up the embankment. "Henry you can't carry on like this!"
"Like what?" Henry turned around to Mark who had caught up.
"Look at what you have become. You're angry all the time. I can't remember the last time you were really happy. Is it really that bad being-"
"-being what?" Henry interjected.
"Being gay," Mark answered in what he hoped was a friendly tone.
Henry grabbed Mark by the scruff of the collar and pinned him against one of the trees. "I am not gay!" he growled. "You saw nothing! You have no idea what is going on!"
"No," Mark replied a little taken aback. "Don't think you can scare me off. This has gone on long enough, Henry. I wanna help."
No sooner had Mark finished that sentence, Henry locked lips with Mark and kissed him hard. He pulled back. Mark was shocked at what had happened but liked it a little so did not try fight him off. Henry kissed him again and began to rub his hands on Mark's crotch. Mark began to get hard and horny and started to dry hump Henry's hand. Henry unzipped Mark's fly while still kissing. He pulled down the front of Mark's boxers and let his rock hard 9 inch cock spring into the open air. Using Mark's pre-cum as lube, he began to vigorously wank Mark's cock. In a few minuets, Mark let out a moan as he came all over Henry's hand and the forest floor.
Mark slumped against the tree as he came down from his orgasmic high. Henry whispered in his ear. "If you ever tell anyone about what you think you saw, you'll have to tell them about what just happened here."
With that, Henry wiped the cum off his hand onto Mark's face and made his way back to the pub. Mark tried to put his still hard cum covered cock back inside his trousers without getting cum on the outside. Then he used a nearby dock-leaf to wipe the cum off his face before he sat down thinking to himself. What was wrong with Henry now seem minimal compared to a problem that had just presented itself to Mark. Did a blowjob qualify as sex with a guy? If so, how come it had felt so good? No, it could no be. He was simply taken by surprise. He liked girls after all...
Chapter Three will be posted shortly. In the mean time, please do let me know what you think! yettie0711@hotmail.com