MARK
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It was had been a great day. I had been able to get all the pho-
tographs I had wanted. No I only had to drive through to Cowes to
check the sites for tomorrow and drop my films in for developing. The
evening was warm and I was using the back roads to avoid the holiday
drivers. Suddenly the heavens opened and the rain poured down. Never
mind, it was still warm and I had been successful in my days work. The
steam rose from the tarmac in front of my car as I drove along.
I had been on the Isle of Wight for just over two months now. My
wife was living in Hampshire, and I had taken a flat to cover the pe-
riod of my photographic task. It often happened like this, that is
what the life of a freelance photographer is like. You take the work
as it comes. This job would pay well, and would be a good reference
for future work.
Of course, being away from home did mean sexual deprivation; and
given my "varied" sexual tastes the hardly covered nubile bodies lying
around on the beach did not help. I was musing on some of the young
lads and girls I had seen that day when I noticed something ahead in
the pouring rain.
Through the obscured screen I could seen it was a person, in a
blue track suit it looked, and holding a towel over their head. It was
obvious that whoever it was would be soaked. I decided to offer a
lift, well it had been a good day, and the Island was a safe sort of
place to do that sort of thing, no muggers and people still trusted
one another.
As I slowed alongside the drenched figure I saw it was a lad, aged
between 14 and 17 I guessed, never was much good at ages. I threw open
the door;
"I'm going through to Cowes, can I give you a lift anywhere?"
Am smile lit his young face;
"Gosh, thank. I'm soaked. Could you drop me at Gurnard".
He climbed in and apologised for the water dripping off him. I
told him not to worry, and we chatted as I drove slowly along the nar-
row back roads to Gurnard.
His name was Mark, just 15. Blonde, blue eyes and from the way the
wet silken track suit hugged his body, he was beautiful. A swimmers
build, good shape and form but not over muscular. I couldn't help but
also notice that he appeared to have nothing on underneath the suit,
by the look of the very obvious shape of his cock lying alongside his
thigh. (Stop thinking these thoughts Tony, he is only 15, and you are
only giving him a lift.)
He was interested in computers and he told me of his Amstrad at
home. I explained I also had an Amstrad, the same 464, and I used it
to keep details of my work, and to send details off to the magazine
via the telephone. He lived at home with his mum, his dad had died.
This seemed to cause him pain to tell. He asked a lot about my com-
puter and told me how he was trying to program his, but didn't get
very far. He also told me he had been swimming and got caught in the
rain on the way home. He usually used his bike, but it had a flat and
do he walked today.
When I dropped him near his home he asked me for my telephone num-
ber so he could call me if he had a problem with his computer. I gave
it to him and thought no more about it.
It was three days later he telephoned. I sorted out his problem
over the phone. The next day he called again and asked if I could call
in at his home to meet his mum and sort out another problem. I said I
would come over on the Wednesday, in two days time.
The day arrived and I went. Mum was o.k., but did she cling to her
son. Probably do to the death of husband. Anyway she seemed to like
me, and we had tea and a long chat. She was worried about Mark missing
his father. Before I left she had agreed to Mark's request that he
could call at my flat and see my computer.
Mark did call round three or four times. We chatted and he used to
watch me on my computer as I showed him where his programs went wrong.
That 15 year old leaning on my shoulders, breathing into my ear, was a
great temptation; but I resisted the urge, treating Mark as a friend
and remembering his age and the possible dangers involved. Mark always
telephoned before he came over, so I knew when he was going to call.
It was the end of August. The day was hot and I was lying on the
couch in the lounge reading some mags. The contents were pictorial,
male and obvious; and the effect upon me was also very obvious. The
flat bell went and I walked over and opened the door. It was Mark.
"Hi Tony", he said and walked in.
I just made it into the lounge before him and managed to get the
mags stuffed under a cushion before he saw them.
"Sorry to drop in. I've been swimming and thought I'd call and see
if you were in on the way back. I can't get this to run."
He handed me a simple program written on a piece of paper. I
switched on the straddy and started to type it in. Mark dropped on the
couch, obviously tired after his day swimming. I avoided looking. I
knew from our conversations that when Mark went swimming he only wore
his track suit and trunks. After swimming he would lie in the sun to
dry off, then remove his trunks and wear just his track suit home.
That was how I had seen so much on the night I picked him up. There
was still a bulge in my jeans from the mags, and thinking about Mark
did not help. I concentrated on typing in the program.
"These yours Tony?" Mark asked; he had the mags.
"Er, well, just something I was checking over that's all". I
blushed a reply, trying hard to cover my embarrassment.
Mark looked through them with deep concentration. He finished two
and then came across and took up his usual position behind me.
"Have you solved it yet?"
"Not yet, but can't be difficult".
"Are you gay?"
I froze and went bright red.
"Look I know you are married, you told me. But I know that some
men like both sorts of sex, and as you've got those mags I wondered,
are you gay. I don't mind either way. honest Tony, just wondered."
"Well you've asked so I will admit, yes I am bisexual. Now you
know I think you had better go"
"Don't be stupid. I said I didn't mind, and I don't."
I carried on working on the program.
"I like male sex".
Well that did it. I stopped doing anything and just sat looking at
the screen.
"I let men play with me, and I enjoy it. Would you like to do it?"
"I don't think so Mark, you are far too young and I don't think it
would be right"
" Why not? I can see from your jeans that you still got a hard on
from looking at those mags, and so have I, so why not?"
"Simply because" - as I spoke I spun round on the stool and found
myself looking at an erect 15 year old cock. Mark had dropped his
trousers.
"Mark, please" I was worried and frightened. I stood up. This boy
could put me in prison, and I was losing control of the situation.
"Don't worry Tony." and his hand reached out and grabbed the bulge
in my jeans. His hand rubbed and gripped it.
"Your big"
I just stood there motionless. He took my right hand in his left
and placed it on his erect cock. I gave in and took hold, slowly mov-
ing up and down that firm young shaft. He moaned softly and then
opened my jeans, slipping them down. My pants followed.
"Wow that's a big one Tony, and fat too. You uncircumcised like
me".
He slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft. It was heaven.
"Take me to the bedroom Tony, it would be safer there.
We went upstairs and into the bedroom. He slipped his top off and
stood before me. He was beautiful. A light golden tan all over, and I
mean all over. Firm build and neat nipples. His cock was about 5
inches long and slim like a young lads often is. He had just the right
amount of muscles in all the right places. A blonde haired, blue eyed
dream boy.
He came forward and slipped off my shirt. We were both naked. He
pulled my head down and kissed me full on the mouth, tongued probing
deep inside. At the same time his other hand smoothed my cock and
balls. He then slid his mouth down and sucked my nipples. I rubbed
that cock for him and smoothed his neat arse.
He pulled back, holding onto me and we fell onto the bed. His
hands were all over me, exploring every part of my body.
"Just how many men have you been with Mark?"
"Not very many, but in Southampton, as around here everybody knows
everybody else. Some of the men sucked me."
"Did you like that?"
"Yes I did. very much"
"I want to see you cum Mark, may I?"
"Please. Tony, please; and I want to feel you cum"
I moved and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned and writhed as I
sucked him; taking him deep and then running up the shaft, tonguing
the tip and licking the balls. As I did this he worked on my cock and
balls with both his hands.
After a couple of minuted he moved slightly and I felt his warm
damp young mouth slip over my throbbing cock. That was too much. I
groaned and groaned, fucking that willing mouth as I sucked on him
deeper and deeper. I could tell he was getting very close.
Suddenly he stopped sucking mine and moaned in a deep sexy voice;
"If you want to see me cum then stop sucking and start wanking,
I'm almost there".
Immediately he clamped his mouth around my cock again, sucking on
it greedily. I knew I could hold back no longer and as I worked hard
on his I groaned;
"I'm going to cum Mark!"
He said and did nothing but continued sucking, his body stiffened
and his little cock jerked. A deep husky groan came from his full
mouth and his body arched as the first jism of spunk shoot from his
rock hard cock. I let go myself. Wave after wave of spunk filled his
young mouth and he greedily took it all. Each time I came he seemed to
cum too until we were both exhausted and dropped back onto the bed.
We lay there for some time, and the I went to clean up, and to get
a cloth for him. I cleaned him up and he smiled at me.
"I've wanted to do that since the first night you picked me up,
but I didn't think you liked men sex 'cause you were married. I'm real
glad you do. Can I come and see you every day. I want to do it again
and again, and some other things I saw in your book."
"You realise the risk I'm taking Mark? I would like to do it
again, but you will keep it all secret won't you?"
"Of course I will Tony, I don't want anyone knowing I'm gay. I've
always wanted a friend on the Island I could call on when I wanted to.
I want to do it all over again..." and his mouth closed around my
limp, but stirring prick once again.
I could see that the next three months of my stay on the Isle of
Wight would be quite spectacular indeed.