Marco Copyright 2009 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now. (If you are living in one of those jurisdictions you would do better to move now.)
This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this let me know -- questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.
It was Saturday; I'd just finished washing my pickup truck when I saw Marco drive up the street and into his driveway. Marco had a pickup that was exactly like mine, only at the moment Marco's truck was a lot dirty than mine, even before I had washed it. As I finished the last few little bits of detailing my truck I was also keeping at least one eye on Marco.
Marco had pulled out the garden hose and the running water was making short work of much of the mud on the truck. Of course Marco was also wearing a pair of very tight cut-offs that were at least two sizes too small.
I'd known Marco and his family since he was about ten years old. Personally I had stayed away from any of the local kids over the years as a matter of course; however, the way that Marco looked that Sunday afternoon I think that I just might make an exception in his case. Marco was growing almost as wet as the truck. For that matter I was worried that a wet spot was lively to appear on my pants at any moment with the live show I was getting as I watched Marco at work.
I wandered across the street just as Marco was finishing with the hose. He didn't seem to notice me until I spoke. "Where did you find that much mud after the long dry spell we've had?" I asked.
"We were out in Johnson Canyon, the road winds back and forth across the creek over a dozen times out there."
I chuckled, "I knew that road well and had driven out there more times than I could count."
Marco laughed.
I pointed toward a couple of spots that he seemed to have missed, Marco turned the hose and managed to catch me just before washing away the heavy dirt I had noted.
"Oh," I shouted as I jumped aside.
"Sorry," Marco yelped as he turned the hose away and managed to drench himself at the same moment.
"After a drenching like that I think I need something cold to drink," I said as I turned across the street. "You want to join me?" I asked.
Marco turned off the hose and followed me across the street. I opened the door of the refrigerator there in the garage and stepped aside to let Marco pick out a drink.
"How about one of these?" he asked reaching toward a car of beer.
"Do your parents allow it?"
"As long as I'm not heading out in the car."
I nodded my head slightly and then grabbed another for myself. "Let's go into the back with these," I added as I pushed the button to close the garage door and turned to go out into the back yard.
Marco followed behind me and then stopped just outside the door. "I didn't know that you had a pool," he said.
"It came with the house, but it certainly is nice at times." I stretched out on one of the lounge chains and Marco sat down on the one beside me. I touched the rim of my beer to his and took another healthy glug.
I kept watching Marco from the corner of my eye as he slowly looked around my yard while slowly sipping his brew. It didn't take very long for me to finish mine and I threw the empty into a rubber waste can not too far away.
"Would you like me to bring you another one?" Marco asked.
I nodded my head and he went out into the garage to bring me another can.
I took a couple more swallows and then set the can on the table beside me. "Now I need a swim, want to join me there too?"
"I'd love to, only I don't have a swim suit?"
"Neither do I, but I've never thought of that as a problem. We're both guys here so I don't think there is any reason we can't just go skinny-dipping."
I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my shorts. Marco was still standing there as I stripped down and then he dug his fingers into the waistband of his cut-offs, pulling them down.
I looked at that lovely boy as he stood up, showing off his semi-erect cock. Marco's cock looked even larger since he didn't have any pubic hair. In fact, other than the top of his head there wasn't a single hair anywhere on his body.
"Last one in is a `rotten egg'," Marco shouted as he dove into the water.
I followed him a couple of seconds later. The water was just warm enough to be comfortable while still being refreshing as well. I surfaced and looked around, for a moment I didn't see Marco and then I heard him as he started out onto the diving board. After a couple of bounces he dove into the water and surfaced beside me.
"Tag, you're it," he said as he reached down and squeezed my cock and started to swim away from me.
I was unable to more for a moment; while I had watched him from afar for years I had never had any indication that he wasn't straight. There always seemed to be an equal number of boys and girls when there was a group around.
By the time I caught up with Marco he was out of the water on the side of the pool. I reached up to grab his foot only he was too fast for me.
"That wouldn't count anyway," he said, "you can only tag in the same place you were tagged." He dove back into the water.
Again I had a problem believing my ears, what this vision of Latin perfection really coming on to me? Now I had never felt that I was an ugly duckling or anything like that, but I was still surprised, had this lovely young man lived right across the road for almost a decade and I had never once received even a hint that he was available. Again I took off across the pool, following Marco as he seemed to swim like he had been born in the water.
Marco climbed back out of the water and sat on one of the lounge chairs. I was panting like an old steam engine while Marco didn't seem to have exerted himself at all. "Don't feel bad that you couldn't catch me, I was the fastest swimmer on our high school swim team for the last two years." He gave me a smile that must have added at least five degrees to the water temperature.
I started to sit down on the other lounge chair but Marco patted the chair beside him so I sat there instead. Immediately Marco placed his hand on my thigh about half way up toward my crotch. I just sat there for a moment, afraid that if I did anything I would wake up and all of this would just be a dream.
Slowly he worked his hand the rest of the way up to my crotch where he took the two hairy orbs of my nuts into his hand and lightly massaged them. At the same time he used his other hand to draw my hand to his now erect male member. Next he stood just a bit so that he could straddle my legs as he then bent down to take one of my rigid nipples into his mouth, lightly nipping the tip with his teeth. I was scared that I was going to cum before we got any further.
Taking his hand away I said, "Why don't we go back inside where it is a whole lot more comfortable and there is no chance of anyone peeping over the fence to see what we are going?"
Marco nodded his agreement and stood, after a moment I stood as well and, taking his hand in mine, led him into the house.
For a moment I had wondered if I shouldn't take him into the guest bedroom as my Master bedroom was as much a Master's bedroom as anything else. Before I could make up my mind Marco made it up for me.
"I've heard that your bedroom has leather on the walls and a pillory among other things."
I tried to think of where he had heard that; it was true, but I didn't think that anyone he might know had ever been there.
Again he smiled. "One of my friend's brothers was the one who designed all the changes when you first moved in here; I hope that you're not upset that he let the cat out of the bag."
I didn't say a word; I just led Marco into the room and then stood back for a moment and watched him as he looked at what was there. When I had purchased the house I had taken out a wall between the two bedrooms on the one side of the house so there was a lot of extra room. Along with the pillory I had also covered one wall with what looked like bricks from which there were any number of chains, cuffs and other various items, all usable and secure.
Marco approached the pillory, standing back a couple of feet like he was afraid it was going to bite him if he got any closer.
"Go ahead, you can't hurt it," I said softly.
He ran his hand over the smooth wood finish and the padding that covered the edges of the holes where the prisoner would stick his neck and wrists to be locked in place.
The handsome naked boy smiled at me as he stood behind the pillory and stuck his head and hands into the holes. "Can I?" was all he said.
Silently I closed the top of the pillory, latching it in place with an audible "CLICK!"
Marco pulled back slightly as if to see if it was really locked and then just stood there. I looked down between his legs and his eight inch cock was as hard as if it had been made of wood. I knelt down behind him and pulled his legs a bit further apart so that his ankles could be buckled into the leather restraints at the bottom. Now he was completely helpless. His whole body seemed to be shaking with excitement.
"What do you do with someone after you have him locked in this thing?" he asked almost naïvely.
I opened a small cabinet and pulled out a light lead weight. "Sometimes I hang something like this from the captive's nuts or perhaps also a couple, one from each nipple. Then I fuck him."
Marco shivered again slightly. "I've never done any of that before, can we do it now?"
"You're a virgin?" I said, almost in disbelief.
"I've had sex with my girl friend a few times, but I've never done anything with a guy before and she doesn't have the equipment to fuck me."
"You know that these things are going to hurt some?"
He nodded. "I can take it," he added.
I pulled out the best padded nipple clamps I had and carefully tightened them to his lovely boy buds. Next I pulled down his ball-sac so that I could wrap a leather parachute around them. I attached a light weight to each nipple and then an eight ounce weight to the parachute. Marco just kept smiling, but I could see that he had to fight to avoid winching as each new weight began to pull against the very sensitive parts of his anatomy.
I rubbed my finger up and down the helpless youth's ass crack, stopping for a moment each time I encountered the puckered rosebud of his anus. As secured as he was he couldn't do much, but he still made it very clear that he wanted something, more than my finger, inside his boy pussy. I dipped my finger into a jar of lube and slowly started to work it in and out of the entrance of the soon to be violated asshole.
"Please sir, fuck me, now," he pleaded.
Never being one to deny a helpless boy his request I smeared some of the lube onto my now throbbing erection and pointed the purple mushroom-shaped head at his lubricated opening.
Marco pushed back as much as he could when my cock touched his hole, trying to suck it inside him as I slowly pressed against his still resisting sphincter muscle. After a couple of false starts the sphincter relaxed just enough that I was inside, my glans tightly encountered by his no longer virgin asshole. After waiting for a moment to give his anus time to accept the invader I started to slowly push my own ten incher deep inside him. I heard the boy gulp a breath when I first entered him, but he didn't say anything else, and the only notice of discomfort was the small tear that had run out of one eye.
When I had buried about half of the shaft into his love canal I stopped and slowly pulled back out, while I was ready to bury my meat as deep into his as I could, I wanted him to enjoy this first fuck and to make sure that was the case I pulled back until only the head was still inside the restrained boy. I waited a beat and once again began to put my love pole back into the tight glove of his anus, this time I didn't stop until my groin pressed tightly against his ass cheeks.
Marco wiggled his ass, trying to get even a single additional millimeter of my rock hard member inside him. And then I pulled back again. This time I didn't wait before again pushing my tool deep in his channel. Again and again I pumped in and out of his asshole, faster and faster. I noticed that he was slowly dripping large amounts of pre-cum on to the floor as I reached the point of no return. I pushed back into him, holding it deep inside him as the first of many huge jets of jism blasted into the helpless captive boy's bowels. At this same moment Marco gasped loudly and started to splash repeated gushers of his own cum onto the floor. We both finished our orgasms, his organ slowly deflating while my own began to withdraw from the magnificent tunnel in which it had poured its seed.
I stepped back as Marco slumped in the pillory.
"At this point I would generally release my captive and require that he clean up the miss he made with his tongue," I said.
"Yes, Master," Marco replied.
I released Marco and he dropped to his knees and began to lap up the puddle of cooling cum. When he had finished he looked up at me much the same way a dog does when he is expecting a treat from his owner.
"You hungry?" I asked, "or are you going to have dinner with the family?"
"They went out of town for the week-end of I'm on my own," he replied.
"Then let's see if two guys can rustle up some grub."
Marco laughed and followed me down the hall back into the kitchen.
After we ate and Marco insisted on cleaning the kitchen dishes we headed into the family room where I had my huge screen TV. I plugged in a new hot gay bondage video and after I sat on the end of the sofa he curled up between my legs and divided his attention between the video and slowly treating my cock like an all-day sucker. Marco used his lips and tongue on my manhood, providing some of the most exquisite sex I had ever experienced.
After the last video ended I realized that it had grown late. "What are your plans?" I asked.
"Spending the night with you?"
"Sounds good to me."
We headed back into my bedroom and I led him into the huge shower that I had made with several showerheads at various levels.
"Fantastic," was all he said as we both romped in the water and steam.
After we had dried off I led him into my bed, it was custom made and there was enough space for several people to sleep on it at the same time. When I pointed that out to him he said that all he wanted to be nestled up against me.
We both played a bit and then drifted off to sleep.
I must have slept the sleep of the dead, when I awoke the first thing I realized was that Marco wasn't there in the bed beside me. I called his name, thinking that perhaps he was in the toilet, but when I didn't receive any response I got out and looked for him.
He wasn't anywhere in the house and when I looked out the front I saw that his truck was gone as well. Well, it was late morning so perhaps he had somewhere he had to go. I decided that I wouldn't say anything about last night if he didn't, sometimes a straight guy would want to give his anal cherry away, but then he wouldn't want to be reminded about what he had done.
The next time I heard anything about Marco was on Tuesday when a wrecker deposited Marco's truck in the driveway, the driver's door had been struck hard. Later that evening I saw Marco's father going through the cab on the truck. I walked over to see if Marco was okay -- it did look like a serious accident.
"Is Marco okay?" I asked.
The man glanced up. "Oh, you didn't know, things have been really messed up the last couple of days. Marco died in the accident last Friday evening up in Johnson Canyon. We were out of town and no one even found him until Sunday evening."
I guess I looked a bit shocked -- I was. I started to say something about his being there with me on Saturday afternoon/evening then changed my mind. I gave him my sympathy and returned to my home. I hadn't been out to the pool since Saturday -- when I got there the first thing I looked for was the pair of shorts that Marco had pulled off before we went swimming.
They were right where he had left them.