Road Rage

Road Rage 3

Chapter 3:

The next three months went by just as all the ones before it had gone; working, watching T.V. most of the time and eating alone. Life was back to normal. I did talk to Mark a couple of times a day and saw him at least twice a week for dinner, and several more weekend barbeques. We talked a little about my feelings for him but mostly just talked about guy stuff or work. That was good; maybe it would let me get over being in love with him. I was still convinced this was a lot more than a crush. I don't know that I was actually getting over him though; I still thought about him all the time and I still lit up when he called or we saw each other.

I really didn't expect to hear from him or see him this weekend; he'd made one of his quick trips to see Jared. He left on Wednesday and said he'd be back on Sunday so he could be back to work on Monday. I was glad he was able to go. I know he really misses Jared; he always gets a sad look on his face when he talks about how far away he is. I was planning on hanging out at home over the weekend and getting some things done around the house.

My phone is ringing. I open my eyes and look at my clock; five-thirty. Someone has a really mean sense of humor. I roll over and grab my phone off the nightstand, looking at the caller ID. It's Mark. I answer.

"I really hope this is an emergency because it's too damn early to be awake."

He laughs. "No emergency. Sorry it's so early."

"You have a wicked sense of humor, dude. What's up?"

"Can you get out of work today?"

"Probably. Why; do you need me to do something?"

"In a way, yeah. You fish?"

I smirk. "Not since I was twelve. I thought you were in New York?"

"I got back last night. So wadda ya say?"

"Sure. Why not? I hope you have extra gear; I hawked all of mine for a Gameboy when I was thirteen."

He laughs. "Was he cute?"

I groan. "Shut up... How long do I have to get ready?"

He laughs. "Well, once you open the door you can have fifteen minutes. Get your ass outta bed; it's still kinda cold out here on your front porch."

"You goof. Go through the garage; you know the code. Bye."

He laughs and hangs up. I roll over on to my back and look at the ceiling, smiling and shaking my head. Two minutes later he's walking down the hall, calling my name.

"Brian...?"

"In here!"

"Are you decent?"

I laugh. "I think I'm more than decent. But yeah, I'm covered."

He laughs and walks into my room. "Get your ass up, dude; let's hit the road."

"Hey, give me a break; I've been awake all of three minutes. When the hell did you get up?"

"Four-thirty; I went to bed on New York time. I even brought you some coffee but you can't have it until you're outta bed and dressed. Get up."

"Thank you. You're awfully bossy first thing in the morning."

"It's part of my charm; get up."

"You might wanna go back to the living room; I still have E.M.H.O."

He looks at me. "What the hell is E.M.H.O.? Is that some kind of gay thing?"

I laugh. "Dipshit. No, it's early morning hard-on."

He laughs and rolls his eyes. "Get over yourself, dude; it won't be the first time I've seen a hard dick. I do have one of my own, you know."

I wink at him and smirk. "I know..."

He blushes and laughs. "Shut up, boner boy, and get your ass outta bed."

I throw the covers back and get out of bed, my hard dick standing out and proud for all to see. I bend over and pick my underwear up off the floor and slide into `em. He's watching me. I turn and look at him, grinning.

"You like what you see?"

He blushes. "Cute ass. Now finish getting dressed, perv."

I smile. "Thanks. You too. Are shorts and a t-shirt good enough or do I need pants? Where are you taking me?"

"You might wanna wear some pants; it gets cold in the evening. We're going to the same place that picture of Jared and I was taken."

"Evening? Just how long are we gonna be there?"

"Until we come back. You have plans for the weekend?"

"No. So I need more than one pair of pants."

He grins. "I'm not takin' you to some fancy restaurant; we're gonna be in the boonies, fishin'. What the hell do you need a change of clothes for?"

"Three days in the same clothes?"

He smirks. "Man up, dude."

"Fuck you. I got your man right here." I grab my dick and squeeze it, pointing it at him, grinning."

"Yeah, I already saw it. Get dressed. I'll be out front drinking your coffee."

He grins at me, turns around and walks out. I roll my eyes and head to the bathroom to try and piss with a hard on. Having him standing in my bedroom watching me put on my underwear, and telling me I had a cute ass didn't help my condition any. I finally managed to get my dick down far enough to piss and then got dressed in an old pair of Levi's and an old plaid, thermal shirt I wore when I helped Chris with the patio; I was the gay Paul Bunyan. I looked at myself in the mirror and smirked. I actually looked kinda hot, I thought to myself. Nice, worn, snug Levi's and an open shirt, my chest hair and treasure trail visible. Not bad. I snapped myself out of it, buttoned the shirt up and walked out to the living room. Mark was kicked back in my recliner looking incredibly hot. I almost moaned out loud. I caught myself and smiled at him.

"Boots or tennis shoes?"

"I'd recommend boots. You might wanna take a light jacket as well."

"OK. Just outta curiosity, where are we sleepin'? Tent: cabin; bed of your truck?"

"We're not takin' the truck; that's company. Tent. Sleeping bags. Air mattress if you want one."

"OK. You have everything we'll need or do you want me to bring some food or something?"

"It's taken care of. You ready?"

"I feel like I should be taking something with me but I don't know what, so yeah, I guess I'm ready."

"Put your boots on and let's go."

I grab my boots from the entry closet and sit on the couch to put `em on. When I've got `em all laced up and tied I look over at him again. He's still kicked back, his legs spread a little and looking damn fine. I let a moan slip out. He smiles.

"I take it you like what you see."

"Oh fuck... You look incredibly hot sitting there all kicked back."

He grins. "Thanks. You'll be in your own sleeping bag, so don't get any ideas." He grins.

"Tease. There isn't room for any more anyway."

He laughs. "Perv. Let's go." He drops the foot rest and stands up, turning to look at me. "Get up."

"Yes Sir! You really need to work on that bossy thing."

"It serves me well; get moving."

He hands me a cup of coffee and opens the front door, walking outside. After I get the door closed and locked I turn around to walk to the curb. There's nothing parked there. I walk down the sidewalk and turn at the end of the garage and see a really new, blue Grand Cherokee sitting in my driveway. I stop and look at it.

"Nice. Where've you been hiding this?"

"Thanks. It stays in the garage. Hell, the only time I really drive it is when Jared's here. It's two years old and still only has six thousand miles on it. Get in."

"I guess if I had a company vehicle I wouldn't drive my own either; let them pay for gas and maintenance."

He smiles. "That's the way I look at it. Hop in."

I get in and close the door, leaning back. I feel like I'm lying down. I chuckle and look at Mark.

"Was Jared sleeping the last time he sat here?"

He laughs. "No, he just likes to be reclined. Let me get it started and you can move the seat."

I get my seat adjusted and my seatbelt on and we head out. I'm starting to understand why we left so early. We've been driving for almost three hours and we're still not there. I look at Mark.

"I feel like I'm being kidnapped; how much longer?"

He shakes his head. "Another half-hour. You gotta pee or something?"

"No, I'm good."

He grins. "Besides, I thought you wanted to be abducted by me?"

I smirk and grin. "Well yeah, I wouldn't be too upset about it."

He looks at me for a second and smirks. "Down boy."

"I'll be good."

We finally arrive at the lake and I have to admit it's incredible. The lake is crystal clear. Its late October so everything is starting to turn for autum and the sky has a few high, scattered clouds. We drive for another fifteen minutes, going around to the north side of the lake and Mark parks the Jeep, shuts it off and turns to look at me.

"So whadda you think?"

"It's beautiful. How long have you been coming here?"

"My dad used to bring me here and I've been bringing Jared here since he was five. It's our guy's only, away from home getaway place."

"It's incredible. Thank you for bringing me here."

"You're welcome. Get out. We have work to do." He grins.

"What'd I tell ya about that bossy shit?"

"Fine, sleep outside." He laughs and open's his door, getting out and walking around to the back.

It only takes us about a half-hour to get our tent setup, our sleeping bags laid out and the grill setup. Mark finishes the grill and looks at me, grinning.

"I guess I should've asked this before. Do you like trout?"

I grin. "Yeah, I like trout. My favorite is trouser trout but the other's good too."

He laughs. "I thought you said you'd be good?"

"I am good."

He smirks. "Fucker... Get the ice chest outta the Jeep and set it inside the tent, please."

"Yes Sir. Why inside the tent? Are we gonna be sharing our food with bears?"

"Not if you put it inside the tent. Seriously though, I've never seen a bear up here; mostly little critters, like foxes, badgers, coyotes and the occasional deer. But they like to eat too, so we keep the food inside the tent."

I nod. "OK. What about snakes? Am I gonna wake up with a rattlesnake cuddled up with me?"

He laughs. "No. It's too high up and too cold at night; they don't like it here. I can put a rope around your sleepin' bag to make sure though."

I laugh. "I thought that was just an old wives tale? Or rather cowboy's tale."

He grins. "It is."

I roll my eyes and walk to the Jeep to get the ice chest out of it. When we're satisfied with our campsite we go for a hike, spending about three hours just walking around the lake and talking. I take the opportunity to ask him why he cut his trip with Jared short and he gave a non committal answer of an argument with his ex. I let it drop and just enjoyed the time I was getting to spend with him. When we got back to camp he asked me if I'd like to do some fishin'. I told him sure and we got our gear and headed down to the shore. We'd been there about twenty minutes when he looked at me and grinned.

"If you don't catch anything you'll be eatin' a sandwich."

I smile at him. "What if I catch something and you don't?"

"You'll still be eatin' a sandwich." He laughs.

"Gee thanks. So is this how it's gonna be this weekend? You taking my food from me and giving me shit?"

He laughs again. "No, I'm just jokin'. So since you're the great cook, do you cook fish too?"

"Yeah. I'm not a complete city boy; I do know how to gut and cook a fish."

"Good to know. I do know how to cook fish, but not much else. I was just wonderin'."

"I'm wonderin' something too. Just where do we take a crap around here and what do we wipe with?"

He laughs. "Find a bush. Just check around it for somebody else's before you squat. You also might wanna watch where you walk when you're lookin' for a bush; Jared likes to leave land mines around; he thinks it's hilarious. Also, there's toilet paper and baby wipes in the Jeep. You have to put both in a bag though; we take it back with us."

"Oh boy, sounds like fun."

"Get over it. You don't do much campin', huh?"

"Not since I was a kid. And I was probably like Jared; leaving land mines for someone else to stumble on, but I haven't been outta the city in twenty years. I do have to admit though; I like this; I like it a lot. Thanks Mark."

He smiles at me. "You're welcome. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself; I was kinda worried about that. If you were hundred percent city boy or not."

"Only eighty percent but I can adapt."

"That's good to know. When you come up here with me and Jared you can't be a city boy; he'll jump on it in a heartbeat." He grins at me.

I just look at him. "You'd really bring me here with Jared? I thought that was your special Dad and son time together?"

He smiles. "It is."

I feel like I should cry or throw my arms around him. I just stare at him. "You amaze me."

He blushes and smiles. "Yeah, well sometimes you amaze me. Besides, who's to say I can't spend time with my two favorite guys at the same time?"

My eyes are wet by this time. "If you keep talkin' you're gonna have me wrapped around ya." I turn away and wipe my eyes.

When I turn back around he's re-casting his line into the water and not looking in my direction. We spend the next ten minutes in silence and then he turns to me and grins.

"Wake up, Brian. You have something on your line; start reelin'."

I look at the end of my pole and sure enough it's being tugged down. I yank back a little and start reeling it in. (Get your mind out of the gutter.) By the time it's ten feet out I can see it trashing around in the water, trying to get away. Mark grabs the net and wades into the water about two feet, scooping up the fish as I continue to reel it in. Our earlier moment forgotten, I have an ear to ear grin on my face. This is the first fish I've caught since I was ten. Mark lifts the thing out of the water and shows it to me. It's huge; at least a hell of lot bigger than the one I caught when I was ten. It looks like it's about twenty inches long and weighs about ten pounds. Probably not that big, but it sure looked like it to me. Mark's still standing in the water, looking at me and smiling huge.

"Fuck, dude! That's awesome! Damn, I'll be eatin' good all weekend!" He laughs.

I look at him, smiling. "You'll be eatin' sandwiches all weekend; this one's mine!"

He laughs again. "Trout sandwiches!"

I stand up and take the net from him while he's coming out of the water. I get the fish unhooked and then set it in the cooler, watching it try to swim around. Mark is looking at me, a huge smile on his face. I smile right back at him. I turn around and take one more look at my catch and then close the lid. I turn back around and smile at Mark.

"Before we kill him I want you take a picture of me with him. Please."

"Hell yeah! Besides, I gotta send one to Jared; it's bigger than the last one he caught."

I laugh. "That's not nice. Let him have his moment."

He grins. "He gives me shit all the time; this is payback."

"It's only payback if you're the one who caught the fish." I stick my tongue out at him and then laugh.

"Stick your tongue out at me again and I'll smack it."

I give him a dirty grin. "Do I get to choose what you smack it with?"

He turns red and smirks. "No trouser trout for you." We both laugh.

We stare at each a moment, smiling and then get back to our fishing. About an hour later he finally catches one but it's half the size of mine and I give him a hard time about it for the next thirty minutes. We finally decide it's time to call it a day of fishin' and head back to our camp. He takes three pictures of me with my catch and I take one of him with his while we both laugh. And just to prove to him I can do it, I kill the poor thing and gut it while he watches, smiling. We have trout for dinner and spend the evening sitting in front of a fire, drinking beer and talking. I only have two beers; I don't want to get flirty and fuck up our great weekend. We finally crash into bed around eleven and pass out. I've been up since five thirty and I'm wiped out; I'm asleep in minutes.

The next morning I woke up and looked up at the roof of the tent, thinking about what a great time I'm having. I haven't done anything like this in forever and I'm starting to wish the weekend wouldn't end. We had the rest of today and a few hours tomorrow and then it was back to real life and work. I turn my head to the side and find Mark lying there, his head on his hand, holding himself with his elbow, looking at me. I look at him and smile.

"Good morning."

He grins. "Good morning. You snore like a wood chipper." He laughs.

I turn red. "I do not! I know I wasn't snoring; my mouth isn't dry."

He grins. "That's `cause I dropped a load in it."

I look at him. "Don't make promises you can't keep, cowboy."

He shrugs his shoulders and lays his head back down on his pillow, smiling. I gotta piss in the worst way so I jump out of my sleeping bag and head outside. The nice thing about pissing outside is you don't have to try and point your hard-on down; just cut loose, and that's exactly what I did. Just as I'm finishing Mark walks up beside me and pulls his dick out to piss. It's the first time I've ever seen it and you can bet your ass I'm checking it out. Not only am I finally seeing his cock but I'm seeing it half-hard and pissing. Oh man... I'm guessing he's about seven or so inches when he's fully hard and nice and meaty looking. Mine goes to full mast again and he chuckles.

"I see you approve."

I moan. "Oh yeah... Sorry, but I can't help it."

"Don't apologize. I like my dick too."

I need to get away from him. I button up my jeans and walk back to the tent, searching for the toothbrush he brought for me. I find it and the toothpaste and go back outside, stopping to grab a bottle of water. As I'm getting ready to spit he walks up next to me and starts brushing his teeth. I look at him for a moment and then turn and spit, and then I take several more gulps of water, rinsing my mouth out. He's watching me the whole time while he brushes his teeth. I don't know if it's just me being horny and finally getting to see him but the sexual tension is like a press. I hand him the bottle of water and walk away, my dick still rock hard. I'm looking in the cooler when he walks up. He's standing about two feet to my left and still just looking at me. I can't take it anymore.

"What, Mark?"

"Nothing. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. You just keep watching me and I'm wondering what's going on."

He stares at me another moment before answering. "I don't know, Brian. I just felt like watching you. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry; just tell me what you're thinking."

He sighs. "I'm thinking about a lot of things. I'm mostly thinking about the conversation I had with Jared."

"Is everything alright with Jared; is something wrong? Did you guys have an argument? Is that why you came back early?"

"No, nothing like that. Jared's fine. Jared's amazing; as amazing as you are."

I blush. "Oh man... Don't go there, Mark; I'm on the fuckin' edge as it is. What did you talk to Jared about?"

"You."

"Me? Why?"

"I wanted to ask him what he thought about it. That's why I went to see him; I had to know what he thought about it. I had to know if he'd be OK."

"How does that involve me? You had to ask him if you could have a gay friend?"

He smirks and grins. "No... I told him you were in love with me and asked him what I should do about it."

I flush red again. "I thought you were doing OK with it. I've tried my best to keep myself in check when I'm around you. I think I've been doing pretty good with it. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

He smiles. "No. You've been doing a bang up job of keeping yourself in check." He groans. "Too good sometimes. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"It's been three months. Do you still think you're in love with me?"

I stare into his eyes. "I am desperately in love with you."

He closes his eyes for a moment. "Why?"

I shake my head a little and look at him. "I don't know why; I don't know how. I just know I am. You are what my dreams are made of. I think about you twenty-four hours a fuckin' day."

He looks away. I reach out and turn his face back to me. It's the first time I've ever touched his face and it sends a bolt of electricity through me. I stare at him for a moment.

"Tell me what's going on. What did Jared say when you told him I was in love with you?"

He looks up for a second and then back at me. I'm still touching his face. He looks at my arm and then back to my eyes. "He asked me if I was freaked out about it. I told him no. He asked me if I was in love with you. I told him I didn't know for sure." I raise my eyebrows. "He asked me if I was scared. I told him yes. He asked me what I was afraid of and I told him I was afraid of what he'd think of me. I also told him I was afraid of getting hurt again. He said he worried about me being alone all the time and it didn't matter to him if I was with a man or woman as long I was loved. He also asked me if I thought I was gay. I told him no but that I wasn't opposed to it; that I could deal with it if I were. I told him I was most afraid of what he'd think of me. I can't lose my son's love and respect, Brian; he's my world. He hugged me and told me he loved me no matter what and that he respected me more than ever because he was the one I chose to talk to about this. He told me to go home and get you and bring you here. That this was the perfect place to talk."

I was stunned. I didn't know what to do or say. I wanted to grab him and hold him and tell him it would all be OK. I didn't. I stared at him. I tried to talk and nothing would come out. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear it. He mistook my silence.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Brian." He started to pull away from me.

"No! Don't you dare! Don't you dare tell me all of that and then pull away from me. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry. I'm..."

"OK, so take a minute and tell me what you're thinking. I told you what I was thinking, it's your turn."

"I wish I knew. I have a million emotions and thoughts happening right now. You just told me my dreams could come true and I'm shocked."

"Is this your dream, Brian? Is this what you really want?"

"Yes. But I have to believe that you want it too. I can't go into this wondering if you're just doing this to be nice or because you don't want to hurt my feelings. You're not the only one afraid of getting hurt, Mark."

"Fair enough. I'm not doing this to be nice or to spare your feelings. I'm not doing this just to not be alone anymore. I am afraid of getting hurt again. I am slightly afraid of the physical stuff. I've never been with a man and I've never even considered it. I do know I've developed some intense feelings for you. Is it love? I can't tell ya; I'm struggling with it and haven't figured it out yet. I thought my divorce was a sharp left but this has really thrown me. I never dreamt in a million years I'd be having this conversation with a man."

"Let me ask you something I've been curious about. What were you thinking about when you were watching me sleep this morning?"

He blushes. "If I could do this. If I could even get the words out. If I could be with you. I tried to imagine myself lying next to you, holding you; touching you. I could but it scared me. I think it scared me that I thought I could."

"Are you still scared?"

He grins. "Terrified."

I close my eyes again for a moment. "Me too, and I've done this before. I promise to never hurt you, Mark. I could never hurt you; I love you as much as you love Jared. I need you to always tell me what you're thinking though. If you're afraid then tell me and we'll deal with it; I'll help you with it as much as I know how. I need you to be certain of this though. I need you to not second guess this. I told you earlier that I was already on the edge; you just shoved me over it. Don't start something you can't finish. Please, I'm begging you."

He looks down for a second. "I played out a million scenarios in my head on the flight back from New York and again yesterday. This isn't going like any of them. I guess I thought you'd just throw your arms around me and not let go. I wasn't thinking of how scary this is for you. I'm sorry I didn't think about that. Falling in love with a straight man has to be scary enough; I can only imagine how much more scary I just made it."

"You have no idea. You also have no idea how many times in the last five minutes I've wanted to throw my arms around you and never let go. Every time I think of doing it this image of you pulling away flashes in my head and I catch myself. You have no idea. You have no idea of how many times I've dreamt of holding you; of kissing you; of touching you... When I touched your face earlier I damn near collapsed; it felt so good to me." By this time my eyes are wet and I'm whispering.

"Can I touch your face?"

I nod yes. "You can touch any part of me you wanna touch."

He reaches up and wipes the tears from my eyes, a deep concentration showing in his eyes. I close my eyes and let him wipe my tears away. After he wipes the tears away he just rests his hand on my right cheek, running his thumb gently up and down. I open my eyes and look into his. I see questioning, a little fear and something resembling love in them.

"Are you OK?"

He smiles. "I'm OK. I see what you meant about what this feels like."

"If you're enjoying it you can only imagine what it's doing for me."

He grins. "The same thing it did for me when you did it. That's why I looked at your arm; I had to make sure it was really happening and it was really you doing it."

"It was really me."

"Yeah, it was... Will you hold me now? I give you my word I won't pull away."

I bring my arms up and grab his sides, slowly pulling him into me while he does the same. He has one arm around my head and the other around my back while both of mine are around his back. I turn my face into his neck and just breathe in his scent. I'm finally in his arms and I'm never letting go. We've been hugging for about two minutes when he whispers in my ear.

"You feel really good, Brian; you give great hug."

I smile into his neck. "You give excellent hug yourself. You do know I'm not letting you go, right?"

He smiles. "I'm in no hurry to let you go. I do have a question for ya though."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Would you be willing to let go long enough for me to kiss you?"

I smile huge. "I don't have to let go for that to happen, but I would be willing to do anything to make it happen."

"You don't have to do anything but kiss me back."

He pulls his head back a little and looks at me, a shy smile on his face. We both blush and grin. He turns his head a little to the left and his lips touch mine for the first time. I instantly melt into him. The kiss I've dreamt about for the last three months is happening and I'm Jell-O; I'm his. We hold the kiss for about twenty seconds. We're just kissing; no moaning, no tonsil hockey, no pulling on each other. It's the most erotic kiss I've ever had in my life. We pull back from each other about ten inches and smile. He blushes again and I giggle.

"Was it everything you wanted it to be?"

I nod yes and grin. "Incredible."

He smiles. "Good. Me too. I don't remember having such a passionate kiss that was so gentle."

I smile. "Me too. So are you OK with your first kiss from a dude?"

He smirks and grins. "I may need to try it more to make an informed decision." He grins. "Goof. It was fuckin' great."

I smile from ear to ear. "Good, `cause I want you comin' back for more."

"I'll be here whenever you want one."

I smile. "Me too." I grin at him. "So what other scenarios were you playin' in your head during your trip home?"

He smiles. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would love to know. Did any of them include skin to skin contact?" I grin at him.

He grins. "What kinda boy do you think I am? I don't just hop into bed with the first guy to tell me he loves me."

I smirk and grin. "Wow, a romantic; I like that. So we have to have three dates before I get to make love with you?"

He grins again. "We'll see how it goes after the third one. I'm cheap but I'm not easy." He giggles.

I grin at him. "OK. I'm good with that."

He looks surprised. "Really? I thought you'd wanna hop into bed and get all sweaty."

I laugh. "I would love to get all sweaty with you. But yeah, you're right; let's do this the right way."

He just looks at me. "Are you serious?"

"If you are."

"I have to be honest with ya, Brian; I've thought a lot about this. I'm nervous as hell and I'm not sure I can survive three dates. I don't mean this to sound bad, but I kinda need to get this first one outta the way to see how I'm gonna handle it. I'm sorry if that sounds bad."

I smile at him. "It doesn't sound bad; I understand where you're coming from. I would probably be nervous as hell about being with a woman the first time. So, ah, what'd you have in mind?"

He grins. "This is your territory; I'm new to this. I will let you in on a secret, though. Jared suggested I watch some gay porn when I told him I was so nervous about this. I did. It was an eye opener, that's for sure. Those guys really get into what they're doing; it was almost animal."

I laugh. "It can be really intense." I grin at him. "So, did you get hard watchin' it?

He blushes and grins. "I did. I actually stayed hard the whole time I watched it. I have to admit; it was hot to watch them go at it. And fuck, dude; the blowjobs; holy shit. I don't know if you like to, but these guys just loved sucking cock. And they looked like they were incredibly good at it." I start laughing. "I've had a few good blowjobs in my life but nothing like what these guys were doin'; they were makin' love to it."

I grin. "You ain't seen nothin' yet. Wait until you feel my mouth on your cock; you'll see just what a good cocksucker can do."

He laughs. "So you're sayin' you're a good cocksucker, huh?"

"Fuck yeah, baby. I make love to it too." I smile at him.

He blushes again. "Oh man... Now I'm really nervous."

"Why? You're about to get a really great blowjob; you're supposed to be turned on."

"I am, but I'm also nervous. Once you're done it's gonna be my turn."

I smile at him. "Don't worry about it yet. I'll make ya a deal. Until you feel comfortable with it; when you feel like you want to return, I'll be your submissive little bottom boy. It won't last forever but I will give you as much time as you need with this."

He looks at me and shakes his head. "No, Brian; you're not doin' that. I won't let you do that. If we're gonna do this it's going to be equal. I can't say that I'll be any good at it, but I'll do everything you do. Everything."

I grin at him. "You might want to see what I like to do before declarin' something like that. But OK, you do what you feel comfortable with; what you think you can do."

He smiles at me. "Are you tellin' me you're some sort of S & M guy?"

I laugh. "No, baby; not that. During your gay porn film festival did you happen to catch any of `em eatin' ass?"

He flushes crimson. "Oh fuck... Yeah, I did. I never thought I'd see someone eat someone else's ass but I sure as hell saw it. You like that?"

"I fuckin' love that. Do you like eatin' pussy?"

He grins. "Fuck yeah."

"Me too. The only thing is, I like man pussy. I don't wanna scare ya, but I will tear your ass up with my mouth." I grin at him.

He blushes and grins again. "Do what you want but I ain't kissin' you afterwards."

I grin bigger. "Yeah you will."

He smirks. "You're entitled to your delusions."

I laugh. "Yes I am. So what else did you learn that you'd like to try?"

He laughs. "I didn't know there was gonna be a test. But, ah... I'd like to try fuckin'. I'm terrified of letting you fuck me, but I have to tell ya, the idea of fucking your cute little ass turns me on. I wasn't jokin' yesterday when I said you have a cute ass; you have a great ass."

My turn to blush. I smile at him. "Thank you. It's yours anytime you want it. I think you'll like it."

He smirks and laughs. "I'm sure I will. Mine's yours when you want it, just please take it easy on me."

"I would never hurt you, Mark. I'll be honest with ya though, it's gonna hurt the first few minutes, but I'll try to make it as pleasurable as possible for ya. And since you're already scared about it it's gonna seem worse. You'll be trying to wrap your head around the fact there's a cock in your ass. That's not easy to do the first time."

"You're not helping me right now, Brian."

"Who said you were gonna get cock in your ass right now?" I smile.

"Still... The whole thing is scary."

"I know, baby, I know. I'm right here with you though; I'll do whatever I can to make it less scary."

He smiles. "That's the third time you've called me baby."

I laugh. "You're keeping count?"

"Not on purpose; it's just something that caught my attention. It seems different hearing it come from you; from a man, I guess."

"I'll stop if you want me to."

He shakes his head. "No, I don't want you to stop I was just telling you that it seems different to me. I don't mind it; I kinda like it actually."

I grin. "OK. So are you tired of talking about this and ready to try it for real? If you're still nervous I know several good ways to get you over it. Believe me, baby, I know how to turn a man on..."

He grins. "I bet you do. I am tired of talking about it but still nervous. Try out a few of those turn a man on talents of yours and we'll take it from there."

I smile big. "You got it. Do you think there's anyone watching us? Do you feel comfortable getting started out here in the wild open?"

He smirks. "The animals do it out here. I don't know if anyone's watchin'. I haven't seen any other cars and I haven't heard anyone."

I smile at him. "Come here..."