This story is a continuation of The Adventures of Pete Cordell (which can be found in "Beginnings." It is the story of Pete's second great love, Mark Bransen. This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with other gay men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law where you live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or outrage you, then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories, unsafe sex does occur, but only where all parties involved are HIV negative, and know this because of regular testing (or they're virgins). Every sexually active person, gay or straight, should be tested regularly for HIV. Knowing your's and your partner's status can save your life!
My thanks to C.J. and Glynn for their careful editing
Part 3
The sound of the doorbell woke me up. "Damn!" I thought. "I must have fallen asleep!" Stopping only long enough to slip on a pair of gym shorts, I went to the door. Sure enough, there stood Mark, looking as cute as ever in his blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. In one hand, he carried a bottle of wine; in the other, a backpack.
"Hi," he said. "Don't you look good."
I blushed. "Sorry, I fell asleep by the pool." Grabbing his free hand, I pulled him inside and closed the door. I then pulled him against me, forgetting the sweat covering my body. I kissed him deeply, and he returned the kiss, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling me tight against him. Again, I could feel the pull he had on me, and I worried: Could I be falling in love with this guy?
He pulled off and said, "God, you smell good!" Holding up the wine, he said, "I brought some wine. I didn't know whether to get red or white. I hope it's okay." I looked: a Beaujolais Nouveau.
"It'll be perfect," I said. "I hope you like steak."
"I love steak," he said. Then he reached down and grabbed my dick. "Especially tube steak."
"Down, boy," I said, laughing. "We've got all night for that. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let me get the potatoes started, and I'll give you a tour."
I detoured just long enough to get some music playing before going into the kitchen and turning the oven on. Calling into the living room, I asked, "Beer, wine or something stronger?"
"Beer," he replied. "I've worked up a powerful thirst today, for some reason."
"Beer it is, then," I said, returning into the parlor with two beers. I handed one to him, and he took a deep swallow. "That's just what I needed. Now how about that tour."
I took his hand and gave him the tour. There wasn't much to see: other than the front parlor (they aren't called living rooms down here), there was only one bedroom, a small dining room, and my office. As he saw my king-sized bed, he whistled and said, "You could hold a party right here."
"It sleeps four comfortably, and six if they're good friends," I said with a grin.
"And you know this from experience?" he grinned. I blushed and continued the tour by taking him out back.
"This courtyard's incredible," he said. "And a pool!"
"This is the reason I bought this place," I said. "Listen, the potatoes will take about an hour to bake. I don't need to put the steaks on for about 50 minutes. Do you want to take a swim in the meantime?"
"I'd love to," he said. "But I didn't bring a suit."
"You don't need one," I said, slipping my shorts down. "Look around. We're totally private."
He looked around. "What about the old guy on the balcony?"
I laughed, "That's Desmond. He's a good friend. He loves watching me sunbathe nude and entertain my friends. If we stay out here, he'll probably break out his binoculars shortly. Is that a problem?"
He thought about it for a minute and grinned, "Hell, no. I love watching guys stare at my hot body. And I think we'll really give him an eyeful." With that, he kicked off his loafers and slipped his shirt and shorts off. Turning toward Desmond, he showed him his half-hard cock and waved. Desmond waved back, and I said, "Last one in the pool gets fucked," and dived in.
"No fair," Mark said. "I was going to fuck you tonight!" He then dived in.
"We've got all night," I said, coming up against his naked body. "Hell, we've got all weekend if you want."
"I definitely want," he said and pulled his face to mine. As we kissed, I could feel his hard dick pressing against mine. I could not get over how attracted I was to this kid. Sparks flew every time we touched. Grabbing his hard dick, I started stroking it as our kiss continued.
After a few minutes, I lifted him up, setting his pert little butt on the edge of the pool, and took his dick in my mouth. He moaned, and I continued sucking, I could taste his sweet pre-cum. His groans grew louder as I continued, grabbing his balls and playing with them as I continued taking that big dick down my throat.
After a while, he pulled my head off his dick, and said, "Get out of the pool. I want to suck your hot dick." As I got out of the pool, I looked up to see Desmond stroking his dick with his free hand as he watched through his binoculars.
"Do you want to go inside?" I asked, gesturing up to where Desmond was watching.
"Hell, no!" Mark cried. "Let's give him a show." With that, he grabbed one of the mats that I kept by the pool for floating, and lay down on top of it. He positioned me in a 69 position, and as he took my dick in his mouth, I resumed sucking his dick. This continued for some time, our mouths giving each other pleasure. I then reached down and, pulling his legs into the air, planted my mouth against his hot pucker. He moaned, and then pulling my ass down into his face, proceeded to eat my ass. The feeling was amazing; we were both doing everything in our power to give each other pleasure.
This continued for about 20 minutes, until finally I knew that I was about to come. Pulling off of his incredible ass, I cried, "I'm about to come!"
He cried, "Me, too!" We managed to get our dicks into each other's mouths just as the first shots issued forth. I reveled in the taste of his cum filling my mouth; it was thick, and sweet, and salty. I swallowed as fast as I could, but his load was too big; I could feel it leaking out of my mouth. From his moans, I knew he was taking as much pleasure taking my load. After we finished shooting, I pulled off his dick and, swinging around, kissed him deeply. His mouth opened, and we shared the remnants of each other's cum. Mark moaned, "God! This just keeps getting better and better."
"I know," I said. "Every time I have sex with you, it just makes me want to have more."
"I feel the same way," he said. Looking into his eyes, I thought I saw something that looked like love. "My God," I thought. "Could we be falling for each other?"
Getting up, I said, "I think the potatoes should almost be done. Let me start the steaks." After cooking the steaks, we dressed and retreated to the dining room for dinner.
End of Part 3