What A Surprise! Prt.5 of .....
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roxyNow And Later. You know, I've come to realize, I suck at titles. Rilly suck. But,I think my writings improving(fond hope...)Anyway, more .Of story.Because I'm having fun! Next part I'll post later tonight.
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October 2004
College life was an eye opening experience for Clark. So many times he’d felt like some country hick in the big city. Eventually, he discovered that people were pretty much the same wherever you go, there would always be jerks and there would always be someone who was willing to hold out a helping hand. Getting lost on his way to class had resulted in one of the better moments of his life happening to him. His own personal knight in shining armor had stepped in to save him. Mark pulled him out of the deep hole he’d been in ever since His Mistake.* His Mistake*. He could hear the caps in his mind on the rare occasion that he thought of it. It was as though Whitney had thrown him down a dark and twisted rabbit hole that he was only now beginning to emerge from. Now every day was a little brighter because he knew Mark would be the first thing he saw when he awoke, and the last thing he saw before sleep. He liked spending every moment he could with him. And hey, the sex alone was mind-boggling! He laughed aloud, and got a grumpy snort in return.
“ Hey, Farmtoy, less noise.” Mark rolled over and flopped across Clark’s chest, exhaling noisily.
“ Jeez, Dragon-breath, less breathing!” Clark laughed again and tried to pull the covers over his head, but Mark tunneled after like a terrier. “I’m gonna hug you!” he crooned. He wriggled down lower and nipped Clark on the belly. “ I love you cupcake!”
“ God, you are such a cartoon head,” Clark groaned. The nips became progressively more caressing, much more interesting. Mark licked and kissed his way lower and lower, and Clark groaned in impatience, lifting his hips towards Mark’s apparently clueless tongue.
“ There. Right there, you evil tease,” he moaned. Mark laughed, blowing tiny gusts of air over Clark’s fever hot skin, and finally took pity on him. Clark yelped when Mark took him in his mouth, sucking hard and fast. Clark’s hands grabbed the back of his head and rubbed and rubbed over his buzz cut scalp. He loved the way the hair brushed his palms, like soft kisses. He carefully pressed a little harder and Mark responded, taking him in even deeper. Clark panted, his hips jerking in Mark’s grasp. Clark rubbed across his lover’s shoulders, and got a brief flash of a smooth scalp under his hands instead, and that undid him. He came so hard he thought he might die, exploding in a wave of guilt and desire. Before he had a chance to think, almost before Mark could breathe, Clark had him, in his mouth, in his arms, wrapped up and trying to show him with his body that he was the only one he ever thought of. He pressed Mark’s dick tight against the roof of his mouth, rubbing the head against it, sliding him back into his throat as he slid his fingers into him. He alternated between gentle and hard, working Mark by degrees towards coming, and when he did, he chanted Clark’s name like a prayer. He rested his head on Mark’s thigh, waiting for control to return, as Mark combed his fingers through his hair and made a little sound of contentment. Clark knew that he could never have more then what he had now. It would never be possible. But he’d been given a chance for some happiness, and he was taking it, and he’d do his best to make sure that Mark knew nothing but happiness from this relationship.
In other news, Tabaqui's site is Pretty!
October 2004
College life was an eye opening experience for Clark. So many times he’d felt like some country hick in the big city. Eventually, he discovered that people were pretty much the same wherever you go, there would always be jerks and there would always be someone who was willing to hold out a helping hand. Getting lost on his way to class had resulted in one of the better moments of his life happening to him. His own personal knight in shining armor had stepped in to save him. Mark pulled him out of the deep hole he’d been in ever since His Mistake.* His Mistake*. He could hear the caps in his mind on the rare occasion that he thought of it. It was as though Whitney had thrown him down a dark and twisted rabbit hole that he was only now beginning to emerge from. Now every day was a little brighter because he knew Mark would be the first thing he saw when he awoke, and the last thing he saw before sleep. He liked spending every moment he could with him. And hey, the sex alone was mind-boggling! He laughed aloud, and got a grumpy snort in return.
“ Hey, Farmtoy, less noise.” Mark rolled over and flopped across Clark’s chest, exhaling noisily.
“ Jeez, Dragon-breath, less breathing!” Clark laughed again and tried to pull the covers over his head, but Mark tunneled after like a terrier. “I’m gonna hug you!” he crooned. He wriggled down lower and nipped Clark on the belly. “ I love you cupcake!”
“ God, you are such a cartoon head,” Clark groaned. The nips became progressively more caressing, much more interesting. Mark licked and kissed his way lower and lower, and Clark groaned in impatience, lifting his hips towards Mark’s apparently clueless tongue.
“ There. Right there, you evil tease,” he moaned. Mark laughed, blowing tiny gusts of air over Clark’s fever hot skin, and finally took pity on him. Clark yelped when Mark took him in his mouth, sucking hard and fast. Clark’s hands grabbed the back of his head and rubbed and rubbed over his buzz cut scalp. He loved the way the hair brushed his palms, like soft kisses. He carefully pressed a little harder and Mark responded, taking him in even deeper. Clark panted, his hips jerking in Mark’s grasp. Clark rubbed across his lover’s shoulders, and got a brief flash of a smooth scalp under his hands instead, and that undid him. He came so hard he thought he might die, exploding in a wave of guilt and desire. Before he had a chance to think, almost before Mark could breathe, Clark had him, in his mouth, in his arms, wrapped up and trying to show him with his body that he was the only one he ever thought of. He pressed Mark’s dick tight against the roof of his mouth, rubbing the head against it, sliding him back into his throat as he slid his fingers into him. He alternated between gentle and hard, working Mark by degrees towards coming, and when he did, he chanted Clark’s name like a prayer. He rested his head on Mark’s thigh, waiting for control to return, as Mark combed his fingers through his hair and made a little sound of contentment. Clark knew that he could never have more then what he had now. It would never be possible. But he’d been given a chance for some happiness, and he was taking it, and he’d do his best to make sure that Mark knew nothing but happiness from this relationship.
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5/15/04 03:42 am (UTC)I luve it!