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Mark by Phoenix 1998 copyright Phoenix
"No you don't seem to understand ..."
"You think you manipulated Mark into falling for you somehow."
"No I think I changed his mind for him."
"What do you mean? Like hypnosis?"
"No, like I blasted a thought right through to the center of his brain."
"What ARE you talking about."
"Well, you see ... You know how you'll sometimes here my voice in your head or sometimes just look at me and you know what I am thinking?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Well a few months ago some strange things started happening. I've always been able to tell what people are thinking, sometimes better than they do. People are always telling me they hear my voice in their head or know I am not around but hear me say their name and stuff like that."
"Okay"
"So all of a sudden, a about eight months ago, these guys that I never thought would give me the time of day started hitting on me."
"So your a GREAT looking guy! People are SUPPOSED to be hitting on you. I mean look at you!! Your gorgeous and, I know you got it goin on downstairs too. I've heard it from EVERY single one of your boyfriends."
"Katt, Just let me finish."
"You see basically the "normal" sexuality isn't really to be heterosexual. It's to be bisexual-sexual, at least mentally. Some of us are "truly" straight and some "truly" gay, but most of us are bisexual-sexual.
"See some people are either repressing, in denial, they've really never thought of it and so forth, or just a victim of our "straight" society, kinda programmed. Do you know that there are people who actually have been brainwashed to believe that their purpose in life is to breed and raise children? 7 billion people in the world today and most of the people you meet on the street on some level believe this. Like if they don't breed civilization will die out in a matter of days or something.
"These guys thought of themselves as straight. I wasn't totally unfamiliar with any of them. I know it for a fact. Yet with in the space of two weeks, 8 different guys all of a sudden hit on me and slept with me."
"That doesn't prove anything. You've always had lots of guys hitting on you. Hell, you have a new guy every couple of days. Well, between boyfriends at least."
"Yeah, but believe me these guys were different. All of them, a week before thought of themselves as straight and would never go there. They thought of me as attractive for a guy.
"And there's a couple other things. One, at the same time my ability to know what people where thinking got a thousand times clearer. It was almost too much to block out the noise.
"And two. Well ... I caught myself projecting a phrase into a guys mind. Then I realized I'd been doing it all along and didn't know it."
"Do I have to ask what the phrase was?"
My lips curled up on the left side of my face, in a wicked smile causing both of us to laugh as we both yelled. "Fuck me, Big Boy!!!"
"It was just a gut level reaction. Now, you got to understand that a guy that was truly straight that wouldn't have worked on. I can't put anything into someone's mind that isn't already there. I can only, well take away mental block and move stuff around. Make one thought stronger than the other and so forth.
"So, anyway I realize I was doing it so I immediately tried to figure out how to stop. I couldn't stop my reaction but I could stop my mind from reaching out to theirs. Shortly after that is when we ran into Mark at Jaxx's ......
Katt and I had been friends for about ten years. I called her my sister, because in my heart she was from the moment I met her. Which is funny, cause the day I met her I knew who she was the moment I saw her. We had mutual friends, though they hadn't even describe her appearance, they had talked about her. I went over, said hi, slipped her a joint and we've been best friends ever since.
I had moved out of the area for a few years and had just moved back. While I had been away we talked on the phone almost every day. She would tell me about the constant revolving door that was her life and I would do the same.
When I got back to town, she had just broken up with "dick head" (she has nicknames for all her ex's, when she liked him he was "the pizza boy") and was looking for a victim. So she had been going to Jaxx often, and telling me about this "little ego boy" and that "little ego boy" and well, my curiosity got the better of me and I had to go, and see who these people were.
By the end of my second week home I had helped her find the victim she wanted, who was actually the last guy she would have picked, and actually wasn't about to be a victim or a chew toy, which IS what she really needed. We were again at Jaxx, cause his band was playing.
"Oh hey, there's Mark!!" and with that she started waving to someone behind me. I turned around to see Mark. Oh my god.
Mark was still gorgeous. He walked with a gait somewhere between James Dean and John Wayne, which was a total turn on. His long-necked Budwieser, lazily hanging from his hand. He was a couple inches taller than me, which I love, about 6'4", and how do I describe his build?
You know one of those builds a guy gets when he lifts weights but doesn't increase weight, just reps? That was and is Mark. He is real slim but you could see every single muscle in his torso through his tight white T-shirt. He was wearing his long black leather duster which only added to his bad boy image, as did his mustache and "unshaven for a day" thing he had going. I hate facial hair, but on Mark it was raw sex. His long brown hair flowed down his back, and I could drown in those ghostly blue eyes.
He had been working as a security guard when I left, so I didn't see him much (I'm a night person). He knew Kempo, which is basically an Asian form of street fighting, and I had always wanted him to teach it to me. Considering that I, at the time I met Mark, was a black belt in 7 different martial arts disciplines, he thought teaching me would be a problem. After he saw me in action he wouldn't teach me. I tried to explain that I had been the empty rice bowl 7 times I could do it an 8th.
But see Mark didn't exactly like me to begin with. He didn't dislike me either. He didn't mind that I was gay, he just wasn't going out of his way to be friends with a gay guy, and he knew I was at least hot for him. Katt and him had been friends since like the first grade or something. So I really only saw him when he was hanging out with her.
"So you saw Mark and "Fuck me, Big Boy" came right out of your head and hit him between the eyes?"
"No. Mark has never had that short term an effect on me. No, what came out of my head and hit him between the eyes was "SEDUCE ME."
"Oh, I see what your sayin. Mark never went out of his way to hanging out with you, and all of a sudden that night he started hanging out with you."
"Yeah, Mark never even had my phone number. Then all of a sudden he asks for it and he's calling up trying to find things we can do together, takin me out, working out with me, and even started teaching me Kempo. He was being charming, and to tell you the truth really sweet.
"Yeah, that's when you two became Mutt and Jeff."
"Exactly, then that night I drove him home and he asked me to stay and drive him back to his car the next morning. He wasn't really drunk just knew he had had enough. He knew I didn't like to be around him when he'd had to much."
"Yeah, so what exactly happened? You never really told me."
"Thanx, Phoenix. I really appreciate it."
"No problem. Long as you feed me, and let me take a shower in the morning I'll be fine."
Mark was living in the basement of his parents home, which was bigger than most apartments. I'd always like it. It kinda had that bachelor pad-dojo thing going.
"Hey, you want something to drink or eat before we hit the sack?"
"Naw, I don't need anything. Where do you want me?"
"Hell, I gotta king-sized bed. We can share. I usually sleep in the raw but I'll wear some shorts or something if it's gonna make you uncomfortable."
"No reason for that, doesn't make me uncomfortable (I lied). To tell the truth I can't sleep in clothes myself, so I can't expect you to." I was trying to use a little bit of reverse psychology on him so he wouldn't freak that I would be naked as well. It must have worked cause he just kinda nodded his head.
I followed him into the bedroom and we started stripping. I couldn't help but look at him, and he was trying not to look at me. It was all kinda in slow motion for me. He threw his coat off and started to pull off his shirt. Slowly the shirt came off. I kept staring at his stomach. I don't know why but the fact that his stomach was so flat and slim that his innie almost became an outtie turned me on.
In the few weeks we had been hanging out and going to the gym and stuff, Mark had been kinda careful to hide his cock from me. As he lowered his pants I understood why. Not only was he almost as big as I am, but he was hard as a rock.
I didn't say anything and just finished undressing and got into bed, trying not to look at him. I didn't really succeed.
He turned off the light and crawled into bed next to me. We talked for a few minutes, lying next to each other on our backs. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I've always loved it when I touch a guys skin and it and it's hot, but I kept my hands to myself.
"Well, Goodnight and thanx again," said Mark and he turned toward me to gave me a hug. When he did his hard cock brushed up against me. He broke our hug and gazed into my eyes. We just kinda hung there for a minute and I knew he was going to kiss me.
Slowly his lips approached mine, and then finally touched. At first it was soft, almost loving, his light mustache tickling my face. Slowly it got more passionate, filled with almost an aching need. And then he pulled away and looked at me again.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I haven't been able to think of anything else lately. Every time I'm away from you, I can't seem to get you out of my head. Every time, I look at your mouth I see it around my cock. Every time I see your ass ..."
I just looked at him for a second. I was kinda shocked I hadn't seen it. I've always been one of those people who is gay and proud, but I don't like throwing it up in peoples faces. Any gay guy whose every told some guy there gay only to get back "Well, I'm straight" knows what I mean. I must've been so worried I wasn't making him uncomfortable that I just didn't notice. We'd kinda been heading here and I just didn't notice. (Heck, I am a Pisces. We are just a little naive.)
"Well ... Say something, Phoenix."
"I'd rather do something."
"Well, please do cause I have no idea what to do."
"Well your doing okay so far."
So he kissed me again. I kinda pulled him on top of me. I spread my legs and wrapped them around him, and our kissing became a tug of war. My hand immediately went down his back, finding his gorgeous tight ass. Just one place I've always wanted to touch. We tossed and turned, rubbing our stiff and ample cocks together, crushing our nuts against each others bodies.
I rolled him under me, and attacked his neck, one of my favorite places and one I am told I manipulate quite efficiently, along with the ears, which I went for next. Every little bite made him growl and grind his cock into me harder.
I worked my way down his body, relishing each taunt inch with a love bite. His breath came harder and harder, and I hardly had time to wrap my lips around his thick pole before he shot thick foamy cum into my mouth. Oh god did he taste good.
He cried out to me, and I continued to suck. I licked up and down his pole, and then sank my lips into his nuts. The aroma of his secret places, combine with the smell of his cum was driving me wild. I maneuvered myself over him and held my cock before his lips. He hesitated then reached up and took me inside him. He was a natural, but of course he is a man. It wasn't long before our passion peaked. One after the other, I shot off my first load of the evening, then he shot his second.
We cuddled for a while and he reached for cigarette and said "Well that's good for starters."
"Hah, one thing about Mark, once you get him up it's hard to keep him down."
"Thank God. I swear I never drank so much cum in one night. And I though I was a cum factory. That guy cum's so much he could be a woman if not for his cock. He didn't want to get into anal sex that night, but we've been together for six month and the sex still hasn't stopped"
"So when did you suspect that you might have had more to do with his change of heart."
"When he stopped drinking. On purpose, I made him stop drinking, and well it felt familiar. Then I thought about that night at the bar and made the connection. So should I tell him?"
"Well see that's the thing. You don't know if you did or not. Wouldn't it really depend on what Mark thinks "seduce" means also? You two have been together for a while. I would think that after he seduced you, your "command" would be over and he would just loose interest."
"Hey, I hadn't thought of that but, he still could think of seduction as something you do to someone you want to spend the rest of your life with or something. I think I should tell him. It's the right thing to do."
"But all you can really tell him is that you don't know."
"I love him, Katt. If there is even the smallest chance that he is with me because of some manipulation, I should be honest about it."
Just then we heard Marks voice coming up the stairs. "Hey, where are you two?"
"Up here, Mark."
Mark walked into the room grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, planting his lips on mine and finding my tongue with his. "God, I missed you. So what are you two up to?"
"I just needed to talk."
"You okay?" he asked with concern.
"Yeah, just needed an opinion about something."
"You all through."
I looked at Katt and her eyes told me not to tell him.
"Yeah, we're through."
"Good, cause I wan get you home, and get you into bed." he said with a devilish grin. We both hugged her and said our good-byes.
On the way out to Mark's trans am, we chatted about our day. "So tell me," he asked, "If you had manipulated me would I have heard your voice in my head saying 'Seduce me'"?
"I don't think so. A manipulation is different from a communication, you wouldn't have been aware of anything, you would have just suddenly changed your mind. Let alone heard" ... And then I stopped in my tracks and looked at him.
"I heard Katt and you talking, and I kinda listened in and figured out that that was what was on your mind."
"Are you mad?"
"Hell, No. You told me yourself I wouldn't have heard you. I did too. LOUD and clear. I just never though about it til I heard your voice in my head. I actually thought you had done something and that was why I couldn't get you out of my head."
"And now?"
"I don't care. Whether you did or didn't doesn't matter to me. I'm happy. For the first time in my life, I am totally ecstatic, totally in love, really in love. I wouldn't change a thing, and the drinking thing. Well ... thanks. Besides I didn't seduce you. I courted you, it's different."
I couldn't help but cry, and he couldn't help but kiss me.
"Come on, let's go home and get you to bed. Your gonna need your sleep. Oh and by the way, next time you have something to tell me, tell me. Don't figure out some elaborate scam so I overhear it, love. Never be afraid to tell me anything, DIRECTLY."
I just looked at him. He'd seen right through me once again.
THE END?
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