Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 5
Saturday morning Mark woke up again in the early light. Sam was still there, snoring a quietly, his arms thrown back as if he had just fallen from something into bed. His chest was partly exposed and Mark lay on his side, taking in the sight.
He got up and tidied up the mess from last night, made his bed, and had another shower, cleaning parts of himself he was not so used to cleaning, wondering if they were clean enough. I guess I'll find out, he thought with some excitement. Was Rob into him? He looked in the mirror in the bathroom, trying to be objective about how he looked. He knew his body was mostly ok, he did go to the gym sometimes. He did play tennis as often as he could. He found himself thinking about Sam's body, so taut and with just the right amount of hair. He shook his head. I guess I'm going on a date with his brother, he suddenly realized. Weird.
Rather than hang around the room, risking being interrogated by Sam about what he was going to do with Rob, he went to a coffee shop downtown with his book. Dickens was still winning this particular battle, although he was in the final stretch. Close to eleven, his phone pinged.
Hey Mark. Do you want to get some lunch? Then I thought we could take a walk by the lake. Pretty nice this time of year.
Sounds good. I'm at the Perking Lot, if you're nearby.
Nice, I'll be right there.
He waited with some small birds flying around his belly. There was something almost illicit about the fact that he was about to spend some time -- perhaps more -- with Sam's brother. What an odd feeling. Rob came through the door with a big smile. Mark stood up and he was enveloped in strong arms and an amazing blast of some nice, woodsy cologne. He found himself saying,
"You smell nice."
Rob's smile grew. "Thanks, Mark. No one ever notices those kind of things any more, so it's great to hear you say it."
They looked at each other a moment. As if reading his mind, Rob said
"I hope the fact that we're hanging out doesn't make things weird with you and Sam...since you have to live with him and all."
"Well...we'll just have to see." and he smiled in a way he hoped was playful. Rob clearly took it that way and seemed to blush a bit.
"There's a little place down the street we can get lunch. It's pretty nice, for this town, anyway."
"Cool. Let's go."
Over lunch they talked about life. Mark was curious about graduate school and Rob told stories -- good and bad. He had an easy charm that he shared with Sam. They both seemed so...open...or something. As if the rivers of them were unimpeded by rocks or sandbars.
The conversation moved on to more intimate topics, like dating. Rob seemed to have had a bunch of boyfriends, but had been single for some time.
"What about you?"
He knew the question was coming. How to admit to having no experience with a relationship? Rob's clear eyes seemed to give him permission.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't had one yet. No one has crossed my path, as they say. Or I wasn't ready to take the chance."
"I hear you. It is a chance. I've been burnt a few times." He raised his glass of wine. "To taking chances."
Mark raised his and the clinked and smiled at each other.
Later, walking by the shore of the lake, they both were quiet. Finally Mark asked,
"What's Sam's story anyway?"
"Story...?"
"Well, he's such a...unique guy. He's so open, and honest and a little crazy. You're open and honest, so you share that, but he has a kind of complicated vibe sometimes."
"Wow. You are very observant. I totally agree with you. Rob is...complicated. He's always been that way. He's up for anything and will defend anyone who needs defending. For a little brother, he's been a great one."
Mark marvelled at the affection in his voice. "You two are close. It's nice to see. I wish sometimes I had a sibling. But I know, sometimes it's a nightmare, but not you two."
Rob looked pleased to hear this. "Yeah. It's kinda...special...what we have..." and he stopped as if there might be more to say but didn't say it. He looked up at Mark. "So...you want to come by my hotel room? I know it sounds forward -- I guess it is forward. But honestly, even just to hang out and talk...or...what do you say?"
Looking down at the sand, the rocks and the odd shell, he felt more of that amazed excitement. Was he giving off some kind of energy? Was he actually attractive? James might say so...
"Sure. Let's go."
Rod led them back to the street and in a few blocks came to a little hotel. "Here we are. Do you feel like a cheating wife?" He gave Mark a big smile.
"Not yet...but maybe in a while?"
They both laughed.
In Rob's room, they were awkward for a minute, Rob standing and Mark sitting on a chair. Again he felt compelled to say something. "Rob I...I'm totally into you...but I don't have a lot of experience...with sex. With dating period...I just wanted you to know..."
"Dude...you are the sweetest guy." And he leaned down and took his head in hands, looking him directly in the eyes. "We can do whatever you feel up for, or we can just hang out. And cuddle, or just talk. Whatever."
Mark looked back at him, relieved. It was like a confessional and he had been absolved. This gave him the ability to pull Rob's face to his and kiss him, first lightly, then more forcefully, pulling him closer to him. Rob knelt down in front of him so their kissing was more direct, more intense. He pulled Rob's sweater off revealing a hairy chest, and smoothly muscled arms. He ran his hands through the fur in almost wonder. He leaned forward and kissed each nipple, then his belly. With that, Rob yanked Mark's shirt off in one motion, then pulled his legs out so he could undo his belt and slide his pants off. Mark became almost passive, just watching his clothes disappear.
Mark stood up wearing only his underwear. He stood away from Rob, then slowly pulled off his boxers, his cock already hard, his skin feeling the chill of the air. Rob smiled and said,
"Very nice. You are sexy, you know that?" and he stood up as well, sliding his pants off, kicking his shoes to one side. They stood naked, looking at each other. Mark was aware of the similarities and differences between Rob and Sam and as he thought of this he cursed inwardly. What am I doing thinking of Sam right now? So with renewed energy, he took Rob's hand and led him to the bed where he sat down and pulled Rob by the cock toward him, toward his open mouth and began to feast. Rob groaned and took hold of both sides of his face.
"That's so good...you have an amazing mouth..."
Mark felt a thrill of pleasure right down through his cock to his toes. He continued to suck, tasting Rob, tasting the juice that trickled into his mouth. Rob began to pump a little, then stopped.
"Whew. Let's slow this train down a bit. I want to really see you..."
And he got on the bed, pulling Mark to him, their lips meeting softly, intensely, insistently, their hips and groins grinding into each other, slicking each other's cocks with their pleasure. Mark began to moan. He leaned his head back, suddenly aware of a desire.
"Can you...fuck me?"
"Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah, I'm sure. I've wanted to do it for so long. Now is the time and I think you are the guy to do it. I trust you."
Rob looked at him for a moment, amazement on his face. "You are a remarkable person, Mark. I hope you can hear that." and he leaned in a kissed him again. He kissed Mark all over, sucking on his nipples, kissing his belly, exploring his belly button, all the while slowly, silkily, jacking him, drawing more slipperiness from him and using it to take him to newer heights. He took him in his mouth all of a sudden, and all the way down. Mark gasped and almost came, but managed to hold himself steady. Rob leaned back and said,
"Wow. That was close. I'm not done with you yet."
He kept fisting his dick for a while, as if considering his next move. The he pushed Mark's legs up so his knees were up and his legs bent. He leaned in with his face, rooting around until he found Mark's secret place, tonguing his way in. Mark couldn't quite believe what he was feeling. It was almost too much. Rob sat back for a moment, breathing deeply. His cock was rigid and slick. He leaned over the bed and extricated a small bottle.
"The proverbial lube." and he laughed.
Mark smiled, knowing what was happening, trying not to look nervous.
Rob opened the bottle and smeared some on his finger. He gently pushed and his finger went into him, into places no one had ever been. It felt hot and cold, painful and strange and amazingly intense. Rob leaned forward and took his cock back in his mouth, his finger still exploring, rolling, pushing, stretching, his mouth working. He stopped sucking and looked up at Mark who was watching. "This OK?"
"More than. Don't stop." As soon as the last word was out of his mouth, another finger went in and Mark gasped. "Don't stop, but that's intense."
"I know. Just keep breathing and let me know the second you want to stop."
He just grunted in response as yet another finger went in, pushing, and hitting sensory spots he had no idea existed. He began to hump on Rob's fingers, and as a fourth finger went in, he said,
"Ok, slow down just a bit...that's a lot." and he breathed deeply. Rob went back to his streaming dick, lapping at the juices, sucking him down then pulling off.
"Ok. Now what."
"Such an eager boy. Ok, well, I think it's obvious."
Rob pulled himself up and positioned himself between Mark's legs, which he pulled up and over his shoulders. "How's this? OK?"
Mark had seen the videos -- many of them -- so he knew how this was supposed to work. "Just fine. I'm into it..."
So Rob positioned his hardness against Mark's softness and began to push. And to the amazement of both of them, he slipped right in. Not quickly, but smoothly. Mark gasped and went rigid for a second, then his body relaxed and he took some big breaths, then reached out his arms and pulled Rob into a kiss as his body felt like it had been filled to the brim. He whispered in Rob's ear.
"Fuck me, but start slow and see where we end up." Rob's response was a kiss, and then another, his tongue finding Mark's and his hips began a slow movement like a long train beginning to move, engines revving, but inertia slowing things down. He bottomed out in Mark, who could feel there bodies connect in that spot, at the centre of both of them. He moaned, clutching Rob's back tighter.
The train was picking up speed. And Rob began to gasp a little and he pulled back so he was supporting himself on his arms above Mark, his legs now pushed back, his shins against Rob's chest. He felt like something in him was opening for the first time, something ancient and frozen was now melting. He imagined a long, frigid winter was coming to an end and the sun reaching depths that had never seen light. He looked up at Rob's face, his eyes, his sweaty brow. He tasted sweat dripping on to his tongue and he reached forward and began devouring Rob's mouth as the hardness pushed him further. He reached between his legs for his own cock, now completely slippery and stroked himself in that tight space.
Seeing this, Rob shifted backwards, still connected to his root, still rigid inside of him. He let Mark's legs spread out to the side so he could access his cock better, faster. They continued to look each other in the eyes. Mark was aware of a little pain, as if this was just a bit too intense but he knew he couldn't stop now, not after all this and all these years. "You're so...fucking...beautiful..." was all he could say.
Rob smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. But it was brief because the train was coming in the station for both of them. Mark's strokes on himself were almost too fast, and Rob's thrusts continued to pound him just on this side of pain, just this side of too much and as he thought this, a guyser went off in the centre of him, and some kind of flash went across his vision as his cock burst out, all over him and Rob began to laugh under his breath as his own body reached a climax and began to pump into Mark, slick, shimmering and raw. He gasped with each gush that came out of him, and Mark, in a daze, just watched him, his own liquids running down his face and and his mouth.
Rob stopped and held still for a second, gasping. He looked down at Mark and smiled, reaching his face down to kiss him, tasting Mark's juices on his tongue, their mouths sticky with effort. He collapsed on top of Mark, the cum glueing them together, slippery and almost cold.
Mark whispered into Rob's ear. "Thank you. Thank you for that, for being here, for taking such amazing care with something so awesome..."
Rob leaned back a little, regarding the face below him. He felt tears filling his eyes. "You are something else...I have never..." and he was lost for words. He leaned in again and just kissed him.
They lay in this position for a while, just breathing, Rob's cock still hard, still in him, Mark realized. And he didn't want it to leave. He could feel the inside of him liquid and warm. Rob slid out and off him after a while, laying on his back beside him. He turned and looked at Mark's face which was still. Mark turned and their lips met in a quiet, brief touch, like a morning fog.
"How do you feel?" Rob finally asked. Mark was silent for a few seconds. "I feel amazing. Sticky, but amazing." and he leaned in to kiss Rob again. "Should we wipe this up a bit?" He looked down at his chest, covered in half dried clumps.
Rob got up and found a towel in the bathroom and gently wiped Mark's chest, his neck, his face, then did the same for himself. He got back on the bed and spread the sheet, then the hotel bedspread, made of some oil derived distillate and they snuggled together, talking softly. "Did I hurt you? Be honest."
"No, not at all. If I was I would have stopped. It was...intense. But not painful." They kissed some more. "I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did." And he felt shy for a moment.
"I think the stickiness around your ass might tell you the answer to that. No really, it was amazing and lovely and I'm glad to have been your first."
Mark felt gratitude and relief rush through his body, so much so that he found himself getting hard again. He wiggled his hips to try and conceal it.
"What's going on down there? You have quick recovery!" and Rob reached down and stroked him slowly, sleepily. "But I think that's going to have to wait until we have a nap." And they snuggled closer, listening to the heating system clank in the hotel, fading into a deep sleep.