Chapter 12
The following Saturday, Mark felt almost compelled to visit Teddy. He hadn't had that special sex for two weeks, and he was becoming increasingly frustrated. He drove to the village, rented a motel room, and again requested an outside pass for Teddy from Mr. Graves. The officer made no comment this time, but his leer spoke volumes.
Teddy greeted him with a smile. He had his swim suit with him in hopes of a repeat trip to the motel. Teddy seemed more relaxed with him and not so solemn. Mr. Graves was his usual surly self.
"You are becoming quite a swimmer these days, aren't you, Teddy," he suggested with a leer at Mark. "Do you always wear your suit when with your friend?"
Teddy looked a little embarrassed, and then looked at Mark for help.
"We do our swimming in public, Mr. Graves. We don't all have the luxury of private interviews with young boys in the middle of the night," Mark responded.
Mr. Graves flushed. "Just what are you implying?" he demanded.
"Nothing, nothing at all, any more than you were suggesting anything special by your remarks. Come on, Teddy." Mark urged Teddy out the door. Teddy looked confused.
"Did you bring your uniform this time?" he asked as soon as they were in the car.
"Yes," Mark answered. "What is this thing you have about uniforms?"
Teddy stared out the window silently for a moment.
"I suppose it goes back to the first time..."
"First time?" Mark insisted.
"Well, there was this guy, John, a friend of my father's, who used to visit us. He was a Marine MP just like my dad was when he was alive, and they used to work together. He used to come to the house in uniform."
Teddy fell silent.
"Is that all?" Mark urged.
Teddy continued somewhat reluctantly.
"He used to be on patrol in the city on the late night shift, and then he would come to the house in uniform in the morning straight from duty. Sometimes he took me to the zoo or swimming at Lake Bond. My mother was usually working. We would go to the lake, rent a small cottage to change in, and swim. It was a lot of fun. I liked him'cause he was a buddy of my father's."
"Go on."
"Well, one day John brought a six-pack of beer to the lake and he got kind of drunk. He went back to the cottage and got dressed, but I wanted to swim awhile. When I got back to the cottage I started to change, but when I took my trunks off, John called me over to him and started playing with my cock. He said it was really big for a kid. His hand felt good, and he was a friend of my father and -- Anyway, he told me to feel his cock, and it was really hard. I felt it through his wool uniform pants and it throbbed and jerked under my hand, really big. It was the first man's cock I ever felt, although I always wanted to feel my father's cock, I remember. John gripped my hand feeling his cock and moved it back and forth. He groaned and said it felt awfully good. Then he told me to take it out of his pants."
"I got it out and held it in my hand. John was still stroking my cock. His stiff prick felt so good in my hand -- so smooth and powerful -- I could have played with it for hours. Not as big or as strong as yours, but pretty nice, anyway."
Mark's cock was erect. He tried to ease the position and Teddy noticed. There were still a few miles to drive before reaching the motel. Teddy calmly reached over and grasped Mark's cock through his pants and continued the story.
"John was getting pretty excited. He told me my father used to suck him, and that my father would have wanted me to be good to him, too. He pushed my head down and put his cockhead in my mouth. Until then I didn't know that people sucked cocks, but I didn't mind, especially after I felt the warm, throbbing cockhead and got the pulsating shaft in my mouth."
"He showed me how to make it feel good by sucking up and down as he was jerking my cock. I knelt between his legs. Every time I looked up I saw this handsome Marine, like my father, with his stiff prick sticking out of his uniform fly. It was really exciting, and John was close to shooting. I knew about that'cause I was jerking off every night by that time."
"I didn't want to suck him 'til he came, 'cause I didn't want the cum in my mouth, so I tried to get away. But John took out his gun and held it to my head and told me to suck it and take his cum or he would shoot me. I don't think now that he would have actually shot me, but I was pretty scared. Anyway, I sucked him and he came in my mouth, and it tasted so good and was so exciting, his big cock shooting its cum into my mouth and that gun pointed at me, that I came in his hand at the same time. After that he held me in his arms and hugged me and said how good it was."
"After that, almost every week we would go to the lake and swim and have sex. He also taught me how to get fucked, and I liked that, too. Afterward he would hold me and kiss me, but he always wore his uniform. Then he was transferred to another base, and didn't come to the house anymore."
Mark was on the verge of coming in his pants, with the visions of Teddy's introduction to sex in his mind and Teddy's warm hand stroking his jerking bulge, but he tried to calm down until they reached the motel.
"And that's when you started going to the john in the park?"
"Yes. I saw the glory hole, and one day a man stuck his cock through it and I sucked it. Sometimes guys want to suck me, too," he added somewhat wistfully.
"Yes," Mark said vaguely.
They had arrived at the motel.
Mark was still aroused as they entered the motel room. He quickly unfastened his belt and pants, letting them drop to the floor.
"Suck me, Teddy -- now!"
The sight of the man's big cock and his muscular, hairy thighs was enough. Teddy did not need any coaxing.
He knelt in front of Mark and dove down on the throbbing prick, sucking strongly. Mark groaned and thrust his pelvis toward the boy.
"Your mouth is so warm -- your tongue so great, the way it moves, I dream about this..." Mark suddenly stopped. He was almost making love to the boy! But it was true, all of it!
Teddy supplemented his mouth with his smooth hand. As he withdrew his lips, he grasped the cock and rotated his hand to follow the retreating lips. Then he removed his mouth completely and caressed the cockhead with a rotary motion of his hand. Then he went down again with his mouth.
The combination action left Mark quivering and his knees buckled. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Teddy did not miss a stroke. Mark lay back on the bed, completely at the mercy of the loving boy. His cock was the center of his universe.
"Oh, stop, Teddy! I'll cum in a minute..."
Teddy stopped. He didn't want him to cum too soon, either. Mark lay gasping on the bed.
Teddy removed Mark's shoes and socks, and pulled off his pants. Since they were not uniform pants, they had no significance for him. But Mark could then spread his legs -- those massive, muscular, hairy legs that were so exciting to the boy.
He began to lick and lap the heavy ball sac hanging down at the edge of the bed, and to stroke the huge cock standing so proudly above. Then he lifted Mark's legs to rest them on his shoulders and began to suck his prick again. Mark was putty in his hands. Teddy's hot mouth again brought him close to the brink.
"Teddy -- I'm close..." Mark said, his eyes shut tightly.
Teddy stopped again. "Not yet, sir -- let's make it last," he murmured.
Then Teddy lifted the heavy legs higher so the balls were better exposed. He sucked them one at a time and then followed the midline down with his tongue. This was new to Mark, and he moaned with pleasure. Teddy grew braver. He lifted the legs high and attacked his dark, puckered asshole with his mouth and tongue.
"Arghhhhhhh!" groaned Mark. The tongue flicking and licking his most intimate spot was ecstasy, especially when Teddy pushed his tongue hard and entered the asshole. As Teddy licked, he caressed the balls and cock above his head. Without thinking, Mark pulled his knees back and spread wide so Teddy could have full access to his ass. Teddy moaned contentedly as Mark showed his pleasure by squirming and moaning.
"Oh, yes. Teddy, shove your tongue in deep -- fuck me with your tongue, your hot tongue..."
Mark heard himself groan.
Teddy felt Mark's balls begin to pull up and he knew his climax was near. Mark only knew that he was in a state of delirium. But Teddy licked the big balls briefly as he gently inserted his slim finger through the relaxed asshole. Then he immediately dove down on the throbbing prick as he jabbed the tensing prostate; it was just in time to catch the first spurt of cum. He massaged the internal gland as Mark gushed his delight into the boy's slurping mouth.
"Ughh -- ughh -- ughh!" Mark groaned with each spurt and jab of Teddy's finger. He tossed and moaned on the bed in uncoordinated passion as he gave his jism to the kneeling boy. His flood was too much to swallow -- some dribbled out of Teddy's mouth, but he gulped as much of the delicious jism as he could.
"Oh. God! Oh. God!" Mark moaned as he convulsed into Teddy's mouth. He was experiencing the most exquisite rapture of his life.
Eventually the peak passed. The delirium receded. Gradually Mark again became aware of his surroundings. His cock grew soft again but was still held lovingly in Teddy's warm mouth. Teddy removed his finger from the tight ass, but Mark barely noticed.
Finally Mark raised himself on his elbows and stared at Teddy, who was still holding his cock in his mouth.
"Teddy, you set me off as no one has ever done. You're an angel or a devil. I don't know which."
Teddy grinned happily, reluctantly releasing the shrinking cock. "I'm glad I make you happy, Mark," he said softly. "John taught me about that, too." He rose to his feet, his own rigid hard-on distending his pants.
"You -- didn't cum?" Mark asked hesitantly.
"No -- it's OK. Let's go for a swim!"
Mask rose weakly and donned his swim suit. Teddy stuffed his hard cock into his bikini but smiled at Mark reassuringly.
This time there were two young girls and an older woman tossing a ball in the pool. Mark and Teddy swam, but there was no intimacy this time. They raced from one end to the other, Teddy usually winning. Then they lay on the lounges in the sun. Mark felt drowsy from the sex and the exertion in the water. Suddenly a voice near his ear roused him.
"Would you and your son like to join us in our game?" a musical female voice inquired.
Mark sat up suddenly to answer the attractive brunette, apparently the mother of the two girls in the pool.
"My son? Oh, no, he isn't -- I'm sorry, I was almost asleep..."
"He isn't your son? Oh, I thought surely -- I'm sorry to awaken you," she said uncertainly, with a strange look.
"No, that's all right -- I mean, we have to leave soon. Thanks anyway."
The woman left. Teddy looked at Mark with a little smile, but Mark glared back. He was reminded now of what other people thought. It wasn't only a matter between Teddy and him, but the rest of the world as well.
Mark rose abruptly and said gruffly, "I guess we should be leaving."
Teddy followed him into the room meekly.
"It's still nearly two hours before I have to be back," he said wistfully.
"I'm sweaty. I'm going to shower," Mark said without answering.
He showered in hot water with a quick cool rinse, and then Teddy showered. When Teddy returned to the room he found Mark sprawled out on the bed nude, almost asleep again.
Teddy feasted his eyes on the big man who had become so important to him. The massive body was a never-ending source of pleasure for Teddy, not just his cock but his thick muscles and the crisp black hair growing profusely over the totally masculine body.
He tiptoed to the end of the bed and gazed at the long, thick cock hanging over the egg-sized balls resting on the coverlet between Mark's spread legs. Slowly he knelt on the bed between those massive thighs and planted a kiss on the beautiful prick he loved so much. It stirred slightly -- that was all. He kissed it again and it twitched again, beginning to lengthen. He began to run his tongue very gently over the length of the cock. Mark did not move or make a sound. His breathing was deep and regular.
Teddy cradled Mark's stiffening cock in his hand as he ran his open mouth up and down the cockshaft, moving his tongue along the underside. The prick went to full staff immediately, bobbing in his hand, calling for attention.
Slowly and very gently, Teddy took the big prick in his mouth and pushed the throbbing cockhead into his throat, holding it lovingly. There was a long, deep sigh from Mark, but nothing more. Only the stiff prick responded fully.
Teddy held it deep in his throat as long as he could, then came up for air. Again he sucked it deep and again released it. Mark did not move or react except to exhale with each up stroke. Gradually Teddy picked up his rhythm. Mark's hips then began to rise, his back arching with each downward dive into the warm mouth. His eyes remained closed.
Teddy substituted his hand for his lips on the wet cock until he got into position. He straddled Mark's hips, spread some of his saliva on his asshole, and poised over the rigid, moist prick throbbing in his hand. His eyes never left Mark's face, but the dark eyes remained closed. Then he sat down squarely on the cock, grimacing momentarily as it entered him, but proceeded to push down steadily until he was completely impaled.
"Ahhhhhhh," groaned Mark, finally responding vocally. "Oh, yesssssss," he hissed but did not open his eyes. As usual he was at the mercy of the boy -- his private addiction.
Teddy began to move up and down, slowly at first, and then increasing his speed and stroke. Down hard, up almost all the way, Mark's cockhead riding over the boy's prostate, then down again. Teddy's cock begged for action, extending rigidly over Mark's belly which it touched, leaving damp trails on every downstroke. Mark's eyes were still closed, but his hips gave an upward thrust each time to meet Teddy halfway, and each time he emitted a groan.
The huge cock swelled even larger and Mark's head began to toss from side to side as his climax started to build. Teddy increased his tempo and began to jerk his own pulsing prick. Mark's groans grew louder and his hips jerked violently. Then his head was thrown back against the bed; Teddy watched a muscular spasm travel down his neck to his chest to the belly and then his groin, and the huge cock spurted its cum into the boy's hot, clenching ass.
"Teddy!" Mark yelled, opening his eyes wide to see Teddy's cock issue its first spurt onto Mark's chest and belly. As wave after wave swept over Mark, it seemed as if his own cum were streaming from Teddy to splatter hotly on his skin, but with that was the sight of the masculine youth, his muscles straining with ecstasy, his trim ass the joyful receptacle for Mark's swollen prick. But most of all there were the bright blue eyes boring into his, brimming over with love and devotion, love that could not be ignored.
Mark thrust upward fiercely; Teddy's smile broadened. The huge cock filled him deliciously, bathing his insides with soothing warmth. His spurting cock jetted its own jism onto the body he loved, to soak the black hairs and puddle in depressions between the muscle ridges. Both men were awash in their lust, giving and taking together.
As the tide passed, Mark again closed his eyes and remained motionless, his head turned to one side. Teddy held his softening cock in his hand, the man's prick still deeply embedded. He waited for a sign, but none came.
Slowly, cautiously, expecting resistance, Teddy leaned forward, straightening his legs behind him, and lay stretched out on top of the man he loved. His own cum felt cool and sticky, but the massive body was his haven, his bulwark against the world. He lay his head on Mark's chest, at peace with the world. Mark did not move. But for Teddy it was enough that Mark permitted him this closeness.
Mark struggled valiantly with himself. The boy obviously loved him. Why could he not respond? The world out there had other rules! He could not give up those elements of life that he had always felt important! And yet -- and yet -- no! He could not put his arm around him as was his fierce desire. He could not return his love. The boy was a devil!
"Oh, God!" he groaned, this time agonizingly, a tortured man.
"Am I too heavy?" Teddy asked softly. He didn't understand the problem.
"No, but we must get back," Mark said, trying to keep his voice steady and unemotional.
Teddy sighed, kissed Mark's nipple, and reluctantly rose, breaking the cum bonds that held them -- together. He sat, disappointed, on the edge of the bed. After a moment, Mark rose silently and took another shower.
Teddy was dressed when Mark returned from the shower. He wanted to keep the smears on his chest as a reminder of their union. Mark made no comment. He drove him back to the home.
At the gate, Teddy opened the door of the car and stepped out. He looked solemnly at Mark for a moment, and then said softly, "I love you."
"Don't say that!" The words were wrenched from Mark. Then he slumped at the wheel. Teddy stared at him bewildered. Mark relented.
"I'm sorry, Teddy, I know you do, but -- I'll see you next week."
Teddy brightened and smiled, but his eyes were moist. He closed the door slowly and Mark drove off quickly, the tires squealing.