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 8

Mark, Glen and I jumped into our car and pulled out of the school parking lot and headed to Dave's house. I don't think anyone said anything during that five minute trip. We were all too worried and nothing seemed to fit anyway. Dave met us at the door.

Dave looked like hell. He had little color in his face, if you don't count the red and swollen eyes. Dave didn't say a word as he let us in. Once inside he led us to his room where Mike lay face down on Dave's bed.

Dave went over to Mike and told him that we were there. Mike rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed, his head hung and his face was in his hands. He looked like a little child, instead of the six foot body-builder frame he was working on. Dave whispered something in his ear and gently pulled Mike's hands from his face.

"Holy Shit!" the three of us said as we saw his face. Both eyes were nearly swollen shut and his lip was split open.

"You need to see a doctor," I said as we rushed to Mike's side and he wrapped his arms around Dave.

"I can't," Mike sobbed.

"Why not?" Mark asked.

"I don't want dad to get into any trouble for this."

"That son of a bitch does this to you and you try to protect him? He deserves to be fucking shot," Mark yelled.

"No, no, no, no, no," Mike sobbed. "He may die because of what I did and I won't do that to him too," he pleaded.

"Fine, if you don't want him to get in trouble, that's fine, but you need to get that lip stitched and your eyes looked at," I insisted. "We're going to the hospital NOW and you can tell them someone on the street beat you up. Let's go now."

Dave was helping Mike up with Mark's and Glen's help. I decided to call my dad and have him meet us at the hospital. We were just out of the driveway when Dave's mom pulled in. I don't know if she recognized us or not and I didn't look back to see. Dave held Mike in his arms all the way to the Hospital.

Mark nearly collided with dad as we both pulled into the hospital parking lot. We found parking spaces beside each other and dad was out of his car before we could open a door.

"Okay guys, how's Mike and what happe-- Good God Mike! Your father did that? He'll NEVER touch you again, believe me."

"No please, he's had a heart attack because of me. Don't do anything!" Mike pleaded.

I could tell dad was furious, but Mike's pleas and the fact that his dad was already in hospital probably saved him. Dad led us into the Emergency room and demanded that someone look at Mike immediately. The poor admitting clerk was trying to get some information about Mike and his insurance but was relieved when an orderly came and took Mike away. Dad settled down and started to cooperate.

"Shall I call the police to report the beating, Sir?" the clerk asked.

"No, not yet. Let's see what Mike has to say fir--" dad cut his comments short as he recognized someone on the other side of the room and walked over to him.

Mark didn't say anything but it was clear he knew the guy too.

Dad continued a rather animated conversation with the poor guy for about five minutes. All the time his arms were flapping and he shook his fist in the air more than once. In the end the other guy patted dad on the shoulder and they shook hands and parted. The guy went into the emergency treatment area and dad came back to us.

"That son of a bitch," dad mumbled as he came up to us.

"What did that guy do?" I asked.

"Oh, not him, Mike's dad. That guy is the counselor that Mark and his parents have been seeing."

"Oh," I said.

Nearly two hours passed before Mike came out of the emergency room in a wheel chair. Dave rushed over to him.

"Mike, what's wrong?"

Mike sat there staring straight ahead, if you can call it staring with two eyes swollen shut.

"He'll be okay," the guy said that was pushing the wheel chair. "He's just a little dozy. The doctor gave him a couple of shots for the pain and to settle him down a bit. Oh, by the way, I'm Richard. I know Mark, you must be Dave, Jim, and Glen," he said and extended his hand.

We each shook his hand and introduced ourselves.

Richard suggested we needed to talk and led us to a meeting room. He filled us in on Mike's physical and mental condition, then told us about Mike's dad. He told us that his heart attack wasn't very serious and he would make a full recovery. Richard also told us that we all had a lot to deal with in regards to Mike's, Dave's, and Glen's parents. But for now, the main thing was to help Mike.

"For now," Richard continued, "Mike is going home with you guys. Dave should go home to his house and so should Glen. Neither of their parents know what's going on yet and we can't have the whole town at your place."

"But Mike needs me," Dave protested. "He needs to know I'm there, I need to be there for him."

Richard looked at the two and realized he didn't have a hope. "Look Dave, I guess what I meant was that your parents don't know what's going on and probably the only way you could stay with Mike tonight is if you tell them. Are you ready for that?"

Dave looked at each of us but we had no answer for him. I knew the pain he was feeling. He needed to be with Mike, but we also knew he would have to face his parents with the truth first, and that was something that only he could do. In the end, Dave resigned himself to being alone.

Dad took Mike home with him, leaving Mark and me to drop off Dave and Glen. Dave still looked a little shaken when we dropped him off. Glen turned to me as we pulled up at his place.

"Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"Mark told me last night that you and he are in love. I'm sorry if I got between you two. Can we still be friends?"

Glen looked like a scared rabbit as his eyes quickly searched from me to Mark and back to me again.

"Of course, dude! We love you as a friend and we always will!" I answered.

Glen let out a huge sigh of relief, hugged us both and bolted for his door. Mark and I held hands as he drove us home.

Home was a hive of activity when we arrived. Mike was stretched out on the couch and Rob was keeping him company. Mom was flying around the house with linens and somewhere in between found time to stir whatever was cooking on the stove. Dad was busy in his office making call after call. Finally, supper was ready and we all gathered to eat.

Mom had prepared some special soft dishes for Mike. Seems he also had a hair line fracture in his jaw and chewing anything would be very painful. Of course it was almost funny watching him try to coordinate his still frozen lip to get the food in and keep it in. It became a joke after a while and mom tied a napkin around his neck to catch the dribbles. Mike's spirits started to raise, but every grin was followed by a wince of pain. I guess the freezing was coming out.

We had just finished supper when the doorbell rang and Rob ran to get it. A few moments later Rob returned, with Dave ... and his parents!

Dave introduced everybody around and Dave's mom was busy giving some attention to Mike. Dave's dad looked ready to kill. The tension in the room was so thick you could've cut it with a knife. Dave's dad must have sensed the growing tension and quickly moved to put everyone at ease.

"Dave came home today with quite a story," he began, "and I have to admit I'm not happy about it, but Dave is our son and I've told him that we stand behind him."

Everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief as Dave's dad continued.

"Mike?"

"Mmmmmm?"

"Mike, I've always liked you and certainly would not have complained if my daughter told me you were to be our son in law. So, welcome to the family," Dave's dad said as he first extended his hand and then moved closer and gave him a hug.

Mike returned the hug and began to cry on Dave's dad's shoulder. Dave held on as the tears flowed down his face and we all heard a broken "thank you" between the sobs.

Dave's dad motioned for Dave to come over and they gently moved Mike to Dave who took him from the room. They sat together in the living room, hugging each other while the rest of us stayed in the kitchen.

"If it's okay with you folks," Dave's dad continued, "Dave can stay here with Mike tonight, but I expect both Dave and Mike home tomorrow. Mike can stay with us until this mess is sorted out. I'll tell you, it's a damn good thing Mike's dad had that heart attack, `cause I would have put him in the hospital myself. NO ONE, absolutely NO ONE has the right to treat their kids like that!"

Dave's dad almost looked like a cartoon character. His face turned beet red with anger and outrage, veins stood out on his forehead and neck. He was really upset.

"I'm not happy about having a gay son, but I know enough about it that he is what he is and nothing can change that," Dave's dad continued. "It's not his fault and I'm gonna do whatever I have to do to make sure he's happy. He's my son, for Christ's sake, and I love him."

Dave's dad settled down a bit and we talked for some time about what had been really going on. They left a few hours later and the house settled down to a near normal routine. Mom got busy again with more linens and blankets and then called me to my room. I couldn't believe it.

"Wow mom, you've been busy," I said as I walked into my room.

Mom had moved in the big double inflatable mattress and made it up for Mike and Dave with Glen's help.

Mom just smiled and gave me a hug as she left the room with Glen.

Moments later, Mark and Dave helped Mike into the room. The four of us stood inside the door for a few moments before anyone spoke.

"Thanks, guys," Mike said. "Thanks for being there for me."

The four of us hugged together for a long time. It felt so good having my friends around me, and I felt good about being able to lend some support. We would always be friends and nothing could ever destroy that.

"Hey Jim, what's this I hear about you and Mark getting married?" Mike asked.

"Something happened yesterday and we both realized how much we love each other," Mark said.

"So when is the happy day?" Dave asked.

Mark and I looked at each other, a blank look on our faces.

"Uhhhh, good question," I said. "I don't think we even thought about it. Shit, I don't even know if it's legal!"

"It isn't," Dave offered.

"How the hell do you know?" Mark asked.

"Cause Mike and I checked it out. It isn't legal yet."

"Well nothing can stop me from loving Jim."

"And nothing can stop Mark and I from exchanging our own vows either."

"That's what we Mike and I decided too."

"Hey guys," I said. "I've got an idea. How about we do it up at the cabin at Christmas time?"

"Yeah!" a joint chorus came from Mark, Mike, and Dave.

"Oh shit!" Mark said.

"What?" we all asked at the same time.

"What about our parents? Don't you think they'll want to be there?"

"Not for what I have in mind," I said with an evil grin.

"Let's have our own little ceremony at the cabin, just for us," Mark offered. "And then let's have a family thing when we graduate."

"Yeah," Dave said. "I don't think my folks could deal with a gay marriage two weeks after they find out about us. Graduation will give them a little time to get used to the idea."

We talked for over an hour about our new situation. It was like an hour on a roller coaster. One minute we were up, the next we crashed when we thought about Mike and his parents, but it was a good evening. Then we realized Mike was asleep in Dave's arms.

We helped Dave move Mike over to their bed and undress him. Dave undressed and crawled in beside him and wrapped himself around Mike. Mike responded in his sleep and hugged Dave to him. I got hot as hell watching those two, as did Mark, judging by the way he grabbed me and dragged me back to our bed (not that I resisted!).

Standing beside our bed we hugged and kissed. I buried my face into Mark's neck and kissed and nibbled on his ear. I felt his body quiver with each nibble.

"I love you, Jim."

"I love you, Mark."

I felt his hands slide under my shirt and his warm hands rubbed the bare skin of my back.

"Ohhhhh Mark, that feels so good!"

"You feel so good, Jim."

Mark pulled my shirt off over my head and I nearly tore his shirt off. The heat of his bare skin touching my chest and stomach caused me to gasp slightly. I ran my fingers around under his belt and popped it open. My fingers slid under the band of his briefs and wrapped around his hardening tool, slick with pre-cum. I bent down and sucked on a nipple, then the other. I hooked my fingers under his briefs and pulled them to the floor, leaving his hard cock bouncing in mid air. I licked at the tip and sucked it into my mouth, savoring the drops of pre-cum. The scent of his crotch was overpowering to me and I pushed him over onto the bed.

"God I love you Mark, please fuck me tonight?" I begged.

"Anything, my love, anything."

Mark rolled me onto my back and removed my remaining clothes. He kissed me deeply while his hands roamed over my body. Mark sucked on a nipple, bringing it to a hard point, then the other, all the time while running a hand over my hard cock and balls. Slowly his hand moved between my legs as I spread them apart. His tongue moved over my chest, then stomach. He nibbled on the head of my cock and I could feel the pre-cum moving through it and into his hungry mouth.

Mark positioned himself between my legs and raised them over his shoulder. His strong hands lifted my hips from the bed and I felt his hot, wet tongue touch my waiting, pulsing hole. My cock twitched with each lick and more and more pre-cum flowed. His tongue pressed against the tight muscle and I felt it slip inside. Mark kept his tongue assault on my rose bud hole for nearly ten minutes. With each passing second I could feel the muscle ring growing looser as his tongue worked its magic. My cock strained with each beat of my heart and the pool of pre-cum on my stomach continued to grow.

"Oh God, Mark, fuck me! Fuck me now!" I demanded.

Mark looked up at me from between my legs and smiled, "Soon my love, soon."

Mark went back to work and I could feel him forcing his spit into my hole, his tongue freely moving in and out. Finally, he moved his own tool closer to the target. He picked up the pre-cum from my stomach and added it to his own slick, pre-cum covered cock. He positioned it at the entrance and gently pushed.

"OHHHhhhhhh," I moaned as I felt his hot cock slide into me.

I looked up at him. He was towering over me, his strong hands held my hips off the bed and against his groin. Mark was smiling down at me, that smile that always made me melt.

"Oh yes Mark, take me, I'm yours. I will always be yours. I love you, I would die for you."

"Yes my love, I would die for you. But now be quiet and take my love for you."

Mark began to thrust in and out. This was not the hard thrusts, driven by lust, but the gentle and loving thrusts of love. He altered his position until I gasped as his cock touched my prostate. Then he continued to massage that magic spot with his love.

I groaned and thrashed on the bed as his lovemaking continued. His eyes were dark pools illuminated by the night light we had left on for Mike. He looked down at me with that smile. Tears of joy filled my eyes as he took me to heights I didn't know existed.

I started to squeeze his cock with my ass muscles in time to his thrusts. He immediately responded with a groan.

"Oh Jim, I'll cum if you keep doing that."

"I'm gonna cum any second."

"Then keep doing it."

Mark continued to thrust, every stroke touched my prostate and caused my cock to twitch and deposit another strand of pre-cum on my stomach. Mark ran his fingers over my slick head and licked the pre-cum from his fingers. He then took some more and offered it to me. I sucked hard on his fingers, and squeezed his cock harder. I could feel the cum churning in my balls, it was only a few seconds away. My ass muscles clamped down hard on Mark's cock and his thrusts became frantic. My cock strained, growing bigger and bigger, pre-cum forming a steady flow from the now open slit.

"Ohhhhh MARRRRRRK!" I screamed as my cock began to twitch and Mark wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke it. My ass clamped on his cock as he drove it home and slammed his groin against my buns. I felt his cock pulse deep inside me and the hot cum shooting. My own cock finally blasted rope after rope of white cum onto my chest and stomach.

Mark looked down at me. He didn't say a word and didn't have to. His love for me was in his eyes, in his face, in his smile.

Mark leaned down and kissed me, his hot sweaty body sliding in my cum. We kissed long and deep. I could hear his breathing in my ear, I could feel his heart beating next to mine, his hard cock still embedded in me.

"I love you, Jim."

"I love you, Mark."

We held each other and kissed and hugged.

"You're still hard, aren't you Mark?"

"Yes, love."

"Then let's change position. Lie behind me and put it back in. Stay in me as long as you can."

"Of course, love."

Mark slowly pulled out of me and we moved further up onto the bed. He laid down behind me and his hard cock easily slid back in. Mark wrapped his arms around me. One hand gently cupped my cock. I was happy, fulfilled, and full of love for Mark.

I was nearly asleep when I became aware of a slight noise coming from the bed on the floor. I looked over and Dave and Mike were in a tight embrace, I could see Dave's body shaking slightly and I could hear him crying.

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

"Nothing Jim, nothing at all."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because I just watched you guys making love, and it was beautiful. I'm just happy for you."

"Thanks, Dave."

Mark tightened his grip and I sank deeper into his arms. I squeezed his cock and he made a few playful thrusts.

I squeezed his arm as he kissed the back of my neck.

Snow was falling when we woke in the morning. I awoke with a start and glanced over at the alarm. It wasn't due to go off for another ten minutes. I laid there wondering what had woken me up when I heard some noises from the floor. I raised my head and looked over the side of the bed. Mike and Dave were making love. At first I put my head down, not wishing to interrupt their passion, but then I realized that the four of us shared our love and if they really wanted privacy, they would have waited to be alone.

I raised myself up on an elbow and watched as they enjoyed each other. Mike looked a sight with his swollen Technicolor eyes and swollen and stitched lip.

Dave was on his back with his legs up and over Mike's shoulders and Mike was pounding away in Dave's ass with that monster cock of his. Judging from the level of the breathing and the puddle of pre-cum on Dave's stomach, they had been at it for a while.

I watched in awe as Mike's cock worked in and out of Dave's hole. Mike's balls slapped against Dave's buns. Dave took a sudden gasp as his cock grew larger and then pulsed as he pumped shot after shot of creamy cum onto his stomach. Mike made a final lunge and emptied his load deep inside of Dave. They collapsed together, gasping for air.

A few moments later, Dave looked over at me and grinned.

"Morning guys," Dave said.

"Morning," a voice rang in my ear.

I suddenly realized that Mark had been watching the show too.

"Sorry guys, we didn't mean to invade your privacy," Mark said.

"That's okay, you gave us quite a show last night," Mike said.

"What? I thought you were asleep!" I said.

"Who could sleep with that noise going on?" Dave said with a smile.

"Good thing we're friends," I said.

Dave and Mike just smiled up at us.

"You guys go use the shower first," I offered.

"It's okay, you guys can go first," Mike replied.

"Are you kidding?" Mark said. "We can put the time to good use."

"Oh," Dave said with a grin.

Dave and Mike headed for the shower. I felt Mark moving behind me. He was still inside me and was beginning to thrust as he worked my hard cock. I laid back down as Mark kissed me on the neck.

"What a way to wake up," I said.

"I've got no complaints either, Jim."

Mark pounded my ass hard and he pulled on my hard cock. This wasn't the gentle love making of the night before but pure lust and sex for the sake of sex. I was loving every minute of it and the building fire in my loins bore testimony to it. Mark bit down hard on my neck as he jammed his burning tool into me. He was panting hard and was nearly as loud as my own labored breathing.

"I'm gonna cum Jim, I'm gonna cummmmmmmm," he panted as he drove his hot tool deep into me and shot his load into me. Each time his cock flexed it rubbed my prostate and I shot my load over his hand. Our sweat covered bodies collapsed on the bed just as Dave and Mike returned to our room.

"God, it stinks in here!" Dave said. "Somebody been having sex?" he said with a smirk.

Mark pulled out of me with a rather noisy "shlurpping" sound. As we got out of bed a trail of cum trickled down my leg from the gaping hole in my behind. I clenched my cheeks together but couldn't hold it in. Dave and Mike noticed and smiled. Not a dirty smile, but one of understanding. Mark quickly placed his hand on my bum and gently placed a finger in the hole to stop the flow as we quickly walked to the shower, right past a rather shocked looking Rob.

Mike's dad recovered quickly from his heart attack but refused to accept any counseling and refused to even speak to Mike. Mike was really upset for being disowned by his parents, but we all tried our best to give him all the love we could. Not just Mark, Glen and Dave, but our parents too. Mike moved in with Dave and Dave's parents were really wonderful.

Christmas was just around the corner and we put the final plans together for our week at the cabin. As soon as school was out we were loaded and on our way.

We arrived at the cabin and dug our way in. There must have been four feet of snow in the driveway and the usual mountain at the entrance, courtesy of the highway snow plows. Once there, we quickly got the fire going and put the place in order. Tonight was to be our special night.

Soon we had the place cleaned up, a huge fire in the fireplace, the beds made up, and a few well placed candles throughout the cozy warm cabin. Everything was ready, except for the final step. We removed our clothes and met in front of the fireplace and knelt on the bear rug, facing our partners. We reached across to our partners and held hands. We opened the papers we had prepared and started to read together.

"Love is a wonderful thing that can bind people together in such a way that nothing can ever separate them. We share that love and love each other and wish to bind that love with these vows.

"I love you with all my heart, my body and my soul. I promise to always love you, never do anything to hurt you, and always consider you ahead of myself. I promise to tell you when I am upset, and I promise to listen when you tell me you're upset. I promise to be truthful even when I am embarrassed. I promise to listen to whatever you tell me with love and understanding. Your happiness is the most important thing in my life and I promise to do whatever I can to make your life happy. I promise these things and ask you to accept this ring as a sign of these vows and my love for you."

We then placed the ring on the finger of our partners, then embraced and kissed to seal the vow.

The little cabin was silent, save for the crackling in the fireplace and the soft sounds of our kissing as we fell to the floor in front of the fire. We sat in front of the fire and sipped on the wine we had brought and quietly chatted, kissed, hugged and fondled each other.

"Wow, we really did it guys! I love you all so much," Mike said. "I don't know how I could ever have survived being thrown out without you. Thank you!"

"What are friends for?" Mark said. "Besides, it was our fault you got thrown out."

"No it wasn't. I'm gay and it was just a matter of time. I'm so lucky it was you."

"Yeah, but we're more than friends," Dave said. "I love Mike, but I love all of you guys. It's kinda like we're a big family."

"Friends and lovers till death," I added.

"Fuck that death shit, Jim."

"I'd rather fuck you, Mark."

"Not tonight dear, I've got a headache," Mark said with an evil grin.

"You'll have more than a headache if you pull that shit."

"Wow, their first fight!" Dave quipped.

"Fuck you, Dave!" both Mark and I said together.

"I don't know if I can take both of you," Dave shot back.

"Especially not with me in there," Mike added.

"Are you trying to say you're big or something Mike?" I asked.

"A lot bigger than you," Mike answered, waiving his huge cock at me like a club.

"Damn Mike, has that thing gotten bigger?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Mike replied.

"I know so," Dave snickered.

Mikes cock had to be pretty hard but I reached over and grabbed it and gave it a couple of strokes.

"This thing is huge! You must be nearly 8 inches now."

"Wanna try it?" Mike asked.

"Maybe later, but I want Mark to get me ready first."

"My pleasure, babe," Mark responded. "Get on your hands and knees so I can get you ready."

Mark crawled under me and stuck his head up between my legs and started licking at my crack. Meanwhile, his cock was right in front of my nose and I licked at it as I felt his tongue working up and down my crack. As his tongue passed over my waiting puckered hole he pushed and I could feel his tongue working on me.

"Oh God Mark, yessss!"

I worked on his cock, running my tongue around under the foreskin and then bobbing up and down. His pre-cum started to flow freely and tasted good in my mouth. His tongue was driving my crazy as my hips bucked and swayed to the touch of his expert tongue.

"Now babe, now!" I demanded.

Mark rolled me over and placed my legs over his shoulders, lifted my hips and drove his slippery cock into my waiting love tunnel.

"Ohhh yesss Mark, take me" I moaned.

Mark started to fuck me, his body towering above me, bathed in the warm light from the fire, his eyes reflecting the light, his loving smile looking down at me. I gripped his cock with my ass muscles as he pumped away at me. His cock grazed over my magic button sending shivers through my entire body. A steady string of pre-cum poured from my extra hard cock. Each stroke took me closer to the edge as he pounded at me and continued to hit my prostate. I reached under my butt and managed to get his ball sack as he banged against my buns. I cupped his balls and gently rolled them in my hand.

"Oh God Jim, that's wild, oh yess!" Mark gasped as his pace quickened. I clamped on his cock each time as he withdrew and tugged at his balls. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body each time he touched my magic button. We were both on the edge.

"Oh Jim, Oh Jim, OOOOOOOOOOOOO," Mark cried as he jammed his hard cock as deep as he could and delivered his load of hot cum. My own cock exploded, sending streams of cum across my stomach and chest.

My throat was dry and hoarse as I laid there panting. Mark leaned forward and kissed me, our tongues dancing. I pulled him to me as we laid there and recovered.

We had been so busy with each other that we had all but forgotten about Mike and Dave. A noise from beside me reminded me of them and I looked over to see them locked in a 69. I couldn't believe that Dave could actually deep throat that monster cock of Mike's, but there it was, Mike's pubes resting firmly against Dave's chin. Mike was fucking Dave's throat while Dave was all the way down Mike's throat. Judging from the noises they were also on the edge.

Suddenly, Mike withdrew so that only his cock head was in Dave's mouth and I could see his cock pulse and twitch as he delivered his load. Dave swallowed and eagerly sucked for more until Mike's cock was dry. Then it was Dave's turn as Mike pulled off his cock and let it shoot into his mouth. They licked each other clean and then turned around and embraced. We all moved closer together and hugged together.

We put a few more logs on the fire and laid in each others arms and talked and hugged, touched and held. We never did go to bed that night, we pulled a blanket over us and fell asleep in front of the fire.

I wondered to myself how many other nights of passion that bear skin had seen over the years...

End of Chapter 8

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