Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 3
Mark slept long and heavily, barely waking when it was fully light. He lay in his bed, remembering hazily the night before. He remembered Sam's word: bonding. There was a warm feeling in his belly that was trying to tell him something, a warm feeling that reminded him of his high school crushes that he could do nothing about. Sam was straight wasn't he? But he clearly was...what? Adventurous? Crazy? He tasted my cum! What was that all about? He felt almost embarrassed by it.
Opening his eyes, he realized he was alone. Sam's bed was made and everything looked tidy. He sat up and saw a piece of paper on his desk which he reached over and read. "Hey Mark -- I'm off to lunch with my brother who's in town for a visit. If you're around when we get back, let's hang and have a drink or something."
His brother who was gay. That was a nice thought. He put some clothes on and went to find breakfast in the cafeteria where he nursed a coffee and tried to read his brick of a novel which he still hadn't finished. The lives of these nineteenth-century characters were so...constrained. What if one of them was gay? It seemed there was no space for them to be or express. I guess they did it in secret, in the dark, through code and subterfuge. He found himself daydreaming about a life like that when he realized someone was looking at him, just catching something in the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw the guy from the showers. He looked away but not before realizing the guy was coming over.
"Hey. I feel like we should officially meet or something..." and he stuck out his hand. "James. I hope you don't think I'm a creep."
"A creep? No, I guess not." He was at a loss to say anything.
"Well that's good. Can I sit?"
"Sure."
"Awesome. I feel like I should explain since you seemed kinda upset."
"It was...surprising. I get it, people do that, but I've never experienced it. I guess I'm a bit of a kid when it comes to those kinds of things."
"No, you're probably just normal. I'm the one with the...well not really a problem...but a "thing".
"My roommate told me to expect...what you did...in the showers sometimes."
"Who's your roommate?"
"Oh...Sam Marsden."
"Ah, Sam. Quite a guy. I like him, don't get me wrong and he's a friend of the gay, that's for sure. Have you met his brother?"
"Actually, we supposed to hang out with him later today."
"Rob is way cool. They both are, really. I guess I mean Sam gives straight guys a good name. Last year he really stuck up for a guy who was getting a lot of grief from the wrestling idiots. And in his first year. Kind of amazing. Anyway, what's your major?"
"English. Lots of reading." and he held up his doorstop of a novel.
"Cool. I'm in French and History."
"Nice...I'm going to get more coffee. Want some?"
"Sure thing."
They spent the rest of the morning talking about literature and their lives. He opened up to him as he had with Sam about his father and Toronto. James came from Montreal and they compared notes about their respective home towns. There was comfort and ease to this guy that was a little like Sam, but was a bit more...what? Controlled? He wasn't sure. He was kind of cute as well, even if some part of him felt embarrassed to even think that. At around noon, Mark looked at his phone.
"Well James. It was great to hang with you. You've made me forget how we first met!"
"I'm glad..." and he hesitated. "Do you want to, I don't know, get a drink sometime?"
He realized as he took the words in that no one had ever said them to him before and they sounded really nice. He looked down at James,
"Sure, let's do it."
James face lit up. "Cool! What about tomorrow night?"
"Sounds good. What's your room number? I'll come and find you at...six? I'll be reading this damned book so it will be nice to take a break."
Was it really this easy, he though. People just asking each other out? No embarrassment or weirdness? He smiled at James and went up to their room. He stood in front of the mirror that was over his dresser, trying to find evidence that he was attractive, evidence that people might want to be with him. James seems to see something. Sam isn't grossed out by me...but he's straight. But he clearly likes me, what with tasting my jizz. Sheesh. It still amazed him.
He lay on his bed reading, lost in the heavy language until he heard the door open and Sam and, he presumed, Rob came in. While Sam had dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Rob was completely blonde and taller, a bit more muscular and had an even more mellow energy that Sam.
"This is my big brother Rob. Rob, Mark, Mark, Rob." and he beamed at them.
"Very nice to meet you. I hope we're not interrupting your reading. I read that thing when I was in undergrad. I kind of liked it."
Mark looked down at Bleak House. "Yeah, it's growing on me. I'm not a big Dickens fan, but this one works." and he suddenly felt self-conscious.
"Mark is a bit of a brain..." and Sam turned to him then said "and in a good way."
Mark glowed a little at the praise. Rob smiled. "Any friend of Sam's is a friend of mine. Do you want to come for a beer? We're headed to the Laughing Loon."
"The Laughing what? That's a name?"
The brothers laughed. "Yeah, pretty lame. But it's nice. Come with." and Sam extended his hand to Mark, pulling him off the bed as if to overcome resistance, which was, actually, needed. He took Sam's hand and let himself be led outside.
They spent a few hours talking about their lives. Rob was doing a masters in Toronto in economics. But he was fascinated by the books Mark was reading, or had read, which made him feel...well...nice. He began to talk about literature in ways he usually only talked to himself or in papers. The brothers watched him intently. Both of them. Even without the beer, he would have felt comfortable with these two. And he was sure, even with his limited experience, that he was getting vibes from Rob. Of some kind. He wanted to get them from Sam as well, but it was so hard to tell what he was thinking.
It was almost five and Rob finally said. Well boys, I guess I better get back on the highway. Sorry for the quick visit, Sam. But I needed to get out of town.
"No worries. Let's hang out at Thanksgiving. I'm not going home, so we can find ourselves a nice dinner here. Hey Mark, if you're around join us."
"That sounds great. I wasn't planning on going to Toronto. My dad is a lame cook and it would just be sad." He suddenly felt like he was bringing things down. "Anyway, yeah, that sounds great."
Sam looked at him for a moment, something thoughtful in his eyes. Rob extended his hand to him, then brought both arms and wrapped him in a quick hug. "See you then, I hope..."
He hugged Sam and left.
"You know Mark, when you were in the bathroom, Rob told me he thinks you're really cute. Just sayin'"
"Oh! Well...that's...I'm not sure what to say."
"Just keep it in mind. My Rob is a great guy, so..."
Mark gulped the rest of his beer, not sure if he should show his pleasure at Rob thinking he was cute and Sam's fatherly concern.
At around six, he went downstairs and found James' room and knocked, feeling light-headed. The door opened and James turned to say goodbye to his roommate who looked up from his desk and waved. "You boys have a nice time."
"Thanks, Mom." Mark looked questioningly at James as they went down the stairs.
"Oh, that's just Matteo. He's straight, but he keeps an eye on my personal life. Dating, you know." he looked suddenly at Mark. "Assuming of course this is a date...?" and his eyebrows raised.
"Oh right! I kinda assumed it was...is that ok?" and he felt very unsure of things all of a sudden. Like he had made a bunch of assumptions that were just not true.
"Absolutely! I'm glad." And he stopped them for a second on the stairwell and James leaned in and kissed him very lightly. "I'm all for it."
The touch of James' lips was a bit electric, despite being so gentle. He realized he had no experience with kissing, despite wanting to kiss Sam so badly the night before. This one was real and soft. It spoke of things to come.
They went to a local diner and ate fish and chips, something Mark had not had for many months. His dad used to bring them home after his shift and they would eat in silence, usually and when they were finished, Mark would clean up and wash and his father would collapse in his armchair in front of some mindless sports show and not say anything.
These fish and chips were different. They talked of books, and ideas. James spoke in french which Mark could mostly follow. He seemed so interested in so many things and he realized he was getting excited -- intellectually, if not in other ways. Toward the end of their second beer, James looked at Mark with a smile.
"I know we got off to a weird start, but I was hoping...well...that you would come back to mine after we're done."
"What about Matteo?" was all he could think of to say. "I mean, I guess that sounds...presumptuous...sorry."
"Not presumptuous at all! Great minds. Matteo is off to his girlfriend's tonight. We have an arrangement and he likes getting out of residence whenever he can. So we would have the place to ourselves."
Mark felt a nervous thrill. He also felt he needed to say something, right now. "James, I...shit. I feel like I need to say...um...fuck. This is the first time I've...you know."
"Been with a guy?" James' openness was both a relief and felt like a judgement.
"I...I..."
"Hey, Mr Mark...." and he put his hand on his, gently caressing. "Not to worry. I figured anyway. We don't have to do anything if you don't want. I like you and would love to spend time with you, with or without clothes. Is that cool?"
He was afraid to say how much relief he felt. They paid their bill and made their way back to the residence.
In James room, he sat on one of the beds -- exactly like his -- and watched as James lit a candle, turned on some nice music -- jazz of some kind -- and sat down beside him. He could feel his heart trying to leave his chest. James wrapped him in his arms, then leaned back a little and began to rub his shoulders and his upper back. "Take your shirt off." so he did, even if he knew the slope was getting more slippery, but he wanted to, he realized.
He lay on the bed on his front as James straddled his legs, beginning to rub gently on his back, up and down. The touch felt hot and sure, felt like his skin was waking up. "That feels so good."
"That's the idea." and he rubbed a little more firmly. He felt James lean down and there was a soft voice in his ear. "I'm going to take off my shirt. Is that ok?"
"That's ok. That's just fine." and he realized this was true. He felt suddenly safe with this man he barely knew. He heard the sound of cloth rustling and the sound of something hitting the floor. Then he felt a cool warmth of a body on top of his, a chest, with some hair in contact with his back. They just lay there for a minute and Mark became aware of a hardness in James pants, pushing into his ass.
"Mark, what if you roll over?"
"Yah, that's a good idea." and James chuckled. "I'm glad you're into this."
"I'm into this."
He rolled over to see James' face smiling down at him. James leaned forward and there lips met and to both of their surprises, became intense really fast. Their mouths opened and their tongues were suddenly active and Mark just went on instinct, letting his mouth and his senses take him somewhere he had never been. He wrapped his arms around James and found his groin pushing up into James, who grunted a little. "You are a hungry boy. I like that."
Encourage by James murmured words, Mark pushed James back and began to undo his belt, his pants, pulling down the zipper and pushing the pants down, taking his underwear with it. James helped him by sitting back and pushing them all the way down and off. They joined James' shirt on the floor. With a kind of amazement, Mark looked at the naked body kneeling before him. This was so different than the showers which now seemed so impersonal, so somehow empty. This was real, and warm and intense, all tingly and safe. He reached up and took James' cock in his hand, feeling the weight, the length, the slippery end. James moaned a little and smiled at him.
"That's really nice. Let me..."
And he took Mark's pants off, and his aching cock felt suddenly exposed and cold in the air of the room. James leaned forward and lay on him, chest to chest, cock to cock and they kissed with even greater hunger. His eyes were closed as he felt James slide back, kissing his nipples, his belly then, almost beyond belief, his cock, his groin, his balls, all receiving gentle kisses, bathed with James' soft tongue. He realized he was moaning and he put his hands in James' hair, ruffling it as, he suddenly realized, Sam had ruffled his. What was Sam doing in this scene? But it was just a moment, as James mouth took him in, all the way and began to suck, to move his head back and forth that caused waves to flow up his torso to the top of his head and back down, feelings he was not sure were even possible until now.
Mark got hold of his senses and very gently pushed James away from him. "It's my turn." and he sat up and pushed James down to where he was just lying. He looked down at the warm, taught skin of this man and couldn't quite believe he was there. James erection was full and dripping. He leaned down and liked up the salty liquid that flowed from the end, tasting for the first time, someone else's essence. James growled, "Yeah. That's good, isn't it."
He took James in his mouth, as much as he could, the flesh meeting his tongue, the taste of salt and something soapy filling his nostrils. He was briefly afraid he couldn't do this, but some primal part of himself, the part that constantly produced fantasies of all kind of situations, including this one, took over and he began to take him in, aware of James' hands on his head and his hips subtly rocking in time with him, over and over, and James began to moan louder, sometimes a little whimper in between. Mark began to feel powerful, feeling control he had never experienced before. James gasped, "If you want a mouthful, then keep going, but..." and Mark kept going.
He wanted it to happen. He wanted this essence of another in his mouth, in his body, for the first time. He was both a little scared, and almost beside himself with excitement. James gasped once then began to push harder into his mouth at the same time as a gush, then another, struck the back of his throat, the urge to choke strong, but the awoken demon in him kept him going, swallowing, tasting, and a low moan came up from his belly as James cum went down. James lifted his torso from the bed in a last push into his mouth produced a small trickle that lay on his tongue all warm and savoury.
Mark lifted his head from James and looked into his eyes, a half smile on his face -- of pride? Pleasure? Both? James just laughed. "For someone who has never done this before, you are a fast learner. Fuck! That was amazing. And he leaned forward and gave Mark a series of kisses that were quiet and wet and gentle. "Thank you."
He felt happy and his skin was burning and his cock was ready to explode. James lay down again, and looking him in the eye said, "Bring it over here."
Mark walked on his knees over James body and brought his throbbing cock to James mouth who began to both slide his hand up and down it and suckle on the end which proved to send Mark over the edge. His body was suffused with electric pleasure and he could feel himself empty what seemed like years of need and desire into James mouth. He could hardly keep upright and eventually slumped on the James chest, his head beside James, gasping. "Oh, man. I could have fainted."
James laughed into his ear. "You are something, Mr Mark. I feel like you've been waiting a long time for that."
Mark raised his head and looked into those eyes. Gentle, understanding, and warm. That first moment in the showers was long forgotten. This was a real person, and a fine one. He leaned in and kissed him firmly, but steadily.
"Thanks for this, for this...introduction...." and he laughed. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but it also felt inevitable that it happened. They lay for a time just breathing. The animal smell of pleasure was all around them. James voice was in his ear,
"Why don't you sleep here? Matteo won't be back until tomorrow."
"That sounds really nice." and snuggled closer to James, aware that this was another first: sleeping with someone else. James reached forward and found the sheet and blanket and wrapped them both in it, enclosing himself around Mark, his mouth in his hair, Mark face in his neck. And they slept.