Mark

I woke because I felt cold. Mark and I had separated during our sleep leaving only our feet touching having kicked the sheets and blanket down to the floor. I got up and turned on the small desk lamp. Sitting on the desk chair I lit a cigarette and watched him sleep. He was on his side facing me then rolled onto his back. Finishing my smoke I stood and checked the clock, noting that the alarm would go off in about thirty minutes. Looking down at him on the bed asleep I saw a peaceful, undisturbed face. He looked like a boy without the expressions his conscious face would make. Sure, there where all the signs that he was not a boy; the stubble of his beard, the small amount of hair on his upper chest, but right then in his resting state he was a boy - my boy. I wondered if I was showing him that I loved him as much as he showed his love for me. My eyes started to fill with tears because I felt inadequate. I was sure I wasn't telling him in the right words or showing him in the right ways just how deeply I cared. Right now I wanted to hold him tightly and never let go but that would not only wake him but probably startle him as well. I carefully crawled between his legs and looked down at his flaccid penis. I took him into my mouth and looked up to be certain I didn't wake him. Oh man he tasted so good. I swirled my tongue around the soft flesh making him begin to swell in my mouth. He was still asleep. Gently sucking his cock I began to taste his sweet precum flow into my mouth flow like warm milk and honey. Wanting more I sucked harder and closed my eyes. I realized he was awake when he stroked my hair and moaned softly. Opening my eyes I looked up at him. He put his hands under my armpits and tried to pull me up but I held my position and continued sucking him. He groaned in frustration and pulled again saying, "I want you too." in a raspy, just woke up voice.

I released his cock from my mouth and said, "I need you."

He whispered in my ear, "I need you too. I want to make love with you."

Allowing him to pull me up on top of him I said looking in his eyes, "I feel like I haven't shown you my love enough."

Sliding his hands down my back and holding my ass firmly he pushed himself up in to me. "Yes you have, babe. In every way, with every gesture and every word."

Those were the sweetest words he could've spoken. My eyes filled with tears again and I kissed him deeply. We began a slow grind into each other. We shared our time. We shared our thoughts. We shared our bodies. Now he made me feel like we were sharing our souls and I've never felt better about anything. Our grind sped up and became more and more intense. The pool of precum between us created a nice slippery surface. I could feel his erection throbbing next to mine He pulled my ass cheeks apart and fingered around my hole causing me to grind into him hard. That was all he could bare. Mark held on to me tightly and I felt his seed begin to splash between our stomachs. He pushed up into me hard once, twice, on the third push his fingertip penetrated my hole and my orgasm over took me, mixing with his between us. Our thrusting slowed, as each of us became more sensitive we would shiver slightly and hold on tight. We held each other for a few minutes humming and kissing, basking in the afterglow.

The alarm went off and after a few hugs and kisses Mark went down to the shower while I watched M*A*S*H on TV. I watched him dress for work, put on my shorts and T-shirt and had dinner with him. We talked quietly about our plans. We couldn't maintain our secret for long on base. On Monday we would file the paper work so that we could move off base. It would take months to process though. In the mean while we would have to publicly hide our feelings as much as possible. Little did either of us realize just how difficult that would be.

When I got back to my room I sat there listening to the stereo with Mark's sketchpad on my lap leafing through the pages. The room seemed larger, an empty void. I felt detached, like I was a passerby, an on-looker to what happened around me and to me. The dreams I had when I was younger were of having a small family, not of living my life with another man. In the last few days though, I could think of nothing finer than to be with Mark till we were both old and gray. There was no doubt in my mind that I loved Mark in every way. I couldn't deny that it felt good to be in Mark's embrace or to just be with him doing nothing at all. Now I wondered just how much I wanted a wife and children. The more I dwelt on it the more I realized that there was never a clear wife in my dreams. I knew I didn't want to be a drunken, abusive father like my old man. I would be a much better parent than he ever was. The idea of all the responsibility of raising and nurturing a child was frightening. We all feel that way, though (or at least we all should). Those were old dreams though. Reality had put a new spin on my life.

I went to bed feeling alone and cradled my pillow in my arms. What felt like moments after I fell asleep I heard a light tapping at my door. Thinking it might be Mark I bolted to the door. I stubbed my toe on the leg of the chair on the way and cursed out the chair. I opened the door to find another friend of mine, Paul standing there. Paul lived in the room across the hall from me and was here to accept me when I arrived on base. He's a fellow guitar player but doesn't play electric guitar. Acoustic folk and country songs are his favorites. Naturally we became friends pretty fast. He had been in Germany for two years and returned to the states with a kick ass stereo system, four track reel-to-reel, two microphones and assorted other musical toys. Recently he had showed me a notebook of lyrics he wrote. We started collaborating on some songs and had done a pretty good job recording a few of them. Paul's a good-looking guy, about two years older than I am. He has blond hair and blue eyes, stands about five feet eleven inches and weighs about 170 pounds.

I hobbled back to the chair and sat down and wrapped my hand around my throbbing toe.

"What happened man? Are you okay?" He asked entering the room.

"I stubbed my toe on this friggin' chair is all."

"Oh. Sorry I woke you up. I was just wondering where you've been. We were gonna finish up that song yesterday, remember?"

"Oh yeah. I totally forgot about that, Paul. We can work on it later today if you like."

"That'd be cool. I put down some percussion parts yesterday. I'm kind of proud of the way it all sounds. All we need is your lead guitar part and the backing vocals now."

"Ok. I think I have a good lead worked out now. I'll lay off the smokes till we're done doing the vocals." I said.

"So where've ya been bud?"

"No place really." I realized I was sitting there in my briefs and got up to put on a pair of shorts. "Mark and I stayed awake most of the night Friday and got together again yesterday."

He looked down at the floor and said quietly, "Oh. I guess you wanted to be alone then."

His tone was odd to me. Paul and I were good friends. Something was on his mind. My paranoia built and I pressed the issue. "As best we could tell there was no one else around. It just worked out that way." I said.

He looked up at me and grinned. If I didn't know him so well I might of dismissed it but I had this suspicion that he wanted to tell me something. I waited to see what he would say next and picked up my cigarettes and lit one. I turned on the stereo and sat down next to him. There was a long silence. Finally he spoke. "I need to tell you something, Dave."

"Sure. Anything man." I said.

He continued. "We've known each other for a pretty long time. I think we trust each other."

Snuffing my cigarette out I said, "Yeah. You've never given me any reason not to trust you."

"Cool." He paused for a few seconds. "Yesterday morning I woke up to you playing Comfortably Numb."

"Oh yeah. What did you think?" I asked.

"It was great man." He stopped again and lit a cigarette. "After I got showered and stuff I came over here to see if you were ready to record. I knocked on the door but there was no answer."

I took another cigarette out but couldn't light the thing for love nor money I was shaking so much. Paul lit it for me before continuing on. "I heard the stereo on. I heard some other stuff too."

I shook uncontrollably. Paul and I had never discussed sexual matters in any detail that I could recall, just the usual bragging and exaggerations. I think the only time we had ever touched each other was in a drunken, wobbly stupor in a vain attempt to hold each other upright staggering down the down the street. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Hello dishonorable discharge and a lifetime of waiting tables in some restaurant, I thought. I put my cigarette down in the ashtray and wiped away some tears but they were immediately replaced.

He put his hand on my shoulder. "It's gonna be okay, Dave, really. I won't say a word." I looked over at him and he grinned and nodded. "I've seen it before in Germany. It's always a shock to me. It's weird how it seems to happen most with the guys I'd never suspect."

After a long pause I said with a shaky voice, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Paul." What else could I say?

"It makes no difference to me who you choose to be with. You've been a cool guy all these months and this won't change our friendship." He paused again before asking, "You were with Mark, right?"

"Yeah."

He started to chuckle before saying, "I would've never guessed in a million years that you two guys would ever try anything."

"It is bizarre, isn't it?" I agreed.

"So this was kind of like a drunken one time fling to the wild side I guess?" He asked.

I looked at him for a moment then looked away before replying, "I don't think so, Paul. I know there are some things that people say. Bad stuff that makes people believe it's wrong. I also know that I've never felt better about anything or anyone in my life. I think I love him. What's even better is that he loves me. This can't be wrong."

The blank expression on his face was replace by an ever-widening grin. "Wow! Dude you look just like my brother does when he talks about his fiancée. You're all glowing and shit!" Paul said laughing heartily.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. I didn't look any different that I could see. I shook my head and laughed along with him saying, "Would you be serious?"

"I'm trying to be dude. Really, I am."

"Come on, you know as well as I do what this could mean. The fact that you caught us the very first day says an awful lot."

"You're right. Wait a second." He said, pausing as if he came to some new revelation "The first day? All this happened since I saw you Friday afternoon?" He asked in a surprised tone.

"Umm... yeah. Starting about one or two Saturday morning." I said grinning.

"You'll please excuse me for prying but I gotta ask, how many times did you... you know?"

I had to think for a moment. It was actually the whole day as far as I was concerned. Rubbing my chin I said, "I'm not sure but I think five is right."

"FIVE!" he shouted and began laughing hysterically. I watched him as he slunk back in the chair shaking his head.

Finally I asked, "What? We didn't umm... ya know, five times but we did some other stuff. We could've probably done more but I was awake for almost 36 hours." The only effect my explanation had on Paul was to make him laugh harder and slide right out of the chair onto the floor.

After a few moments of watching him laugh he looked up at me and said breathlessly, "I might've known. It's you quiet guys to watch out for. And as for Mark, he says so little he's practically mute!"

I raised and lowered my eyebrows and grinned like a lunatic at him. Then I offered him my hand to help him up off the floor. He took my hand and got up. "Thanks for being so great about all this, Paul." I said

"Hey, no problem here, man. Do us all a favor and do a better job of keeping quiet, okay? I can think of a handful of guys around here that wouldn't think twice about starting a fight."

"We've already talked about that. Tomorrow we get the paperwork to move off base."

"That's an even better idea." He said.

"I've got something else to do now though." I said frowning.

"What's that?"

"Mark needs to know that you know. I could really use your help too."

"Oh I don't know, man. Do you think that's such a great idea?" He asked.

"Definitely. He needs to see with his own two eyes that you're cool and won't go blabbing shit all over base." I said reaching in my pocket to get my keys and heading to the door. "And we gotta do it now. In another hour or so Mark will be asleep, if we're not too late already."

Paul followed me out of the room and said, "Okay, but you're doin' most of the talking. I'll chime in only when and if I need to."

We walked down the hall to Mark's room and Paul started chuckling again, repeating over and over again in various tones of voice, "Five. About five. I think five. Yes, me thinks five."

I laughed and said "Shush!"

"Horny bastard." He said matter-of-factly.

I busted up laughing then knocked softly on Mark's door. He answered the door in his white briefs. Man oh man, did he look great in white briefs. They contrasted with his tan so perfectly. Mark was grinning widely when he opened the door but his grin faded gradually when he saw Paul standing behind me.

"Hi guys. Come on in." Mark said turning to walk back to his bed. "What's up?"

"Hey, bud." I said pulling over the desk chair. "How was work last night?"

"Busy but not bad." Mark looked over at Paul and asked "How's it goin' Paul?"

"I'm doin' okay dude." Paul replied and sat on the desktop.

"So what's the deal?" Marks asked looking at me then looking at Paul. "You guys know I gotta sleep today for work tonight. I can't go far or do much partying."

"I know, b-bud." Shit! I almost said `babe`. "I've gotta tell you about something though."

"Oh?" He asked. His facial expression and eyes asked me much more though. "Something you needed to bring Paul with you to tell me?" He was becoming visibly upset and I couldn't bear to see it.

"It's nothing really bad, Mark. I'm gonna come right out and tell you the short version of the story." Mark lit a cigarette, picked up his ashtray and pulled back on his bed to the corner walls. This was one of the few times I'd seen him smoke when he wasn't drinking. I could not stay seated any longer and stepped over to stand by the bed. "It's like this, Paul came over this morning and woke me up. I forgot I was supposed to do some recording with him yesterday. He came by my room right after I was playing guitar." He looked at me with tears welling up in his eyes then looked back down, fidgeting with his cigarette in the ashtray. "He heard us but he's okay with it. As a matter of fact he's been really great about it. I really believe we have nothing new to worry about. We'll go ahead with our plans and get off base ASAP."

I could tell it wasn't all sinking in his head yet. "Paul, tell him it's okay, please?"

Paul stepped away from the desk and stood behind me next to the bed. "Mark it really is okay dude. I've seen stuff like this before."

Still looking down at his ashtray Mark wiped away some tears and asked, "You won't tell anyone?"

"Never. Not a soul, I promise." Paul replied. Then he commented, "Fuck, I don't think anyone would believe it any way." He started chuckling again.

Mark looked at me confused but grinning. Paul was straining to hold back a belly laugh. "What's so funny?"

I sat and the bed and scooted up next to him and said, "He asked me something personal and stupid ass that I am, I answered him truthfully." Mark looked at me like I was gonna drop another heavy weight on him. "Did you realize we had sex five times in less than a day?"

Mark breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh that! Yeah that's about right."

Paul shouted out, "My God, another one!" Leaning back against the wall Paul started laughing again. "That's about right. Five. About five. I think five. Yes, me thinks five."

I looked at Mark grinning and shaking my head. Finally Mark smiled and said, "I was hoping for like once every two or three hours but five is a good start."

"Christ!" Paul and I shouted and busted up laughing in unison. Finally Mark was laughing too.

"I'm not joking around." Mark said between laughs.

"Ya see what I have to deal with here?" I asked Paul.

"Yep, I sure do. A new law has been written. `Watch out for the quiet guys`" He replied.

Mark started rubbing my back softly and whispered to me, "You just wait till this weekend."

I turned to look in his eyes and said, "Ooh yeah. You promise?"

Just then Paul stood up straight and said, "I think I've seen and heard enough." He reached for the doorknob, looked at us together on the bed and shook his head. "Dave, I want your lead part and vocals today."

"You'll have them, bud. Thanks again man, for everything. I'll see ya around two" I said.

"Better make it three." Mark said quickly.

"Three the latest. See you then" Paul said and closed the door behind him.

I got up, locked the door behind Paul and turned on the TV before I sat back down next to Mark on the bed. "Are you really feeling better now?" I asked.

Mark wrapped his arm around me and said, "Yeah I guess so. Paul seems to be cool about it. I just can't believe any one heard us."

"Let's face the facts. There's an awful lot of moaning, groaning, cooing and humming going on. There's no way in hell we can be perfectly quiet." I said stroking his leg lightly.

Mark turned my head so that we were looking directly in each other's eyes. "I think we need to put a limitation on ourselves. No more anal sex in the dorms, agreed?"

I kissed him softly then sighed, "Yeah, I guess your right. I hate having another limitation though."

"Yeah, I know babe." He said while placing angel kisses along my forehead. Each kiss made my dick get harder. I started to gently suck and nibble on his earlobe while I ran my hand up his thigh, feeling his hard cock beneath his briefs. Stroking and squeezing it, I felt him throb beneath my hand. He whispered in my ear, "You don't have to. I wouldn't want you to have to `deal with' too much."

Spinning around I kneeled to look at him and his Cheshire cat grin then kissed him hard and deep. "I don't know. I think I can deal with it." I said as I stood up and unbuttoned my shorts. "The real question is, can you deal with it?" I said, dropping my shorts and briefs to the floor, letting my six-inch cock spring free.

"Yeah, I can deal with that." He said in a desirable, seductive tone.

Stepping forward I reached under and above his knees and pulled him flat on his back on to the bed. He giggled at my aggressiveness and covered his package with his hands. "I can deal with that." I said picking up one leg. I put it on my shoulder and proceeded to gently lick, kiss, nibble and suck my way from his ankle to his thigh. He had let go of his briefs momentarily and I thought I could get at them but he held on tight. I picked up the other leg and started the process all over again this time paying extra attention around the knee and behind it, making him squirm around. He grabbed hold of one of my arms and I pulled his briefs down quickly before I lost the chance again. He pulled me towards him and, kicking his briefs off to the floor, I crawled over him. I kissed him but he kept his mouth shut firmly. I licked and kissed my way over to his ear and down his neck to his sensitive nipple. While my tongue danced around his left nipple my thumb and forefinger teased the other one. Mark writhed beneath me cooing and humming softly. Tasting him and knowing I was the one making him this ecstatic was more exciting to me than any thing else in the world. As I kissed my way across his chest to his other nipple he began a slow grind up and down my thigh. After a few moments I looked up grinning and asked, "Still dealing with it?"

He gasped, "Oh yeah, lovin' it." and ground his crotch up my thigh hard.

Slowly I kissed and licked my way down his tight abdomen pausing for just a few extra seconds around his navel. His cock was leaking a tremendous amount of precum making a large area of his lower stomach wet. I started licking up the puddle he created, occasionally letting my tongue brush against the head of his cock. No sooner did I get one puddle cleaned up another began to form. The head of his beautiful cock was almost a deep purple color. I thought for a moment while licking up more of his tasty fluid, "Perhaps I've taken this a little too far. He's gonna blow soon. I can't have that." I took his cock in hand and squeezed the base, gradually increasing my grip.

"Ahhh!" He shouted bucking his hips up off the mattress.

"Tell me you can't deal with it." I said.

"I can't!" he gasped. "Please take me now."

That's all I wanted to hear. I maintained my grip on him and took just the head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around and took him millimeter by millimeter all the way into my mouth. His hands roamed freely from my hair to my shoulders and back encouraging me. I sucked and bobbed on his cock and started to feel it throbbing against my tongue. I squeezed the base of his shaft again rubbing his balls gently with my other hand and held my mouth still for a moment. He bucked his hips up again ramming his cock down the back of my throat and whined in that cute squeak of his. He settled back down and I backed off leaving just the head in my mouth. My tongue licked at his slit rewarding me with another flow of precum. With renewed strength and vigor I went down on him again then sucked back off. Again and again I bobbed and sucked his manhood. I couldn't deal with it any longer. I wanted to taste his cum. I hummed dreamily. His cock expanded and throbbed in my mouth. Forming a tight grip with my lips I backed off slowly. Mark suddenly became perfectly still. His grip on my shoulders got tighter and his left leg shook uncontrollably. Bucking his hips up he erupted into my mouth. Volley after bitter-sweet volley I swallowed as much as he could give. His hands dropped off my shoulders and I heard him sigh. I sucked him dry then let his spent penis fall from my mouth. I looked up at him and saw his eyes closed.

"How was that, babe?" I asked. But I got no response. I crawled up on the bed and lay beside him. "Mark?" I whispered. Still no reply. He's breathing though. That's a good sign. Lying there beside him I wondered if it were possible he had fallen asleep so fast. I was just about to get up and let him sleep when I felt his hand rub up my back. "Mark? Ya alright babe?" I asked.

He hummed the affirmative.

I kissed his cheek, he rolled his head to look at me and I kissed his lips softly.

"I gotta get ready for work." He mumbled.

"Work? No ya don't man. It's only about noon." I said. He looked at me confused and I started to grin. "What's the last thing you remember?" I asked.

"Sex with you." He said dreamily. "So good."

"Yeah babe, it was. You get some sleep now. I love you. I'll see ya later, okay?"

"Mmmm, yeah okay. Love you too."

I got off the bed, covered him up and got dressed. Turning off the TV I slipped quietly out of the room and walked down the hall. As I opened the door to my room it suddenly hit me like a can of toy worms popping out of a can and I busted up laughing. He had passed out! NO WAY! I laughed hysterically and fell back on my bed. After a few moments I regained some semblance of composure. I got my shower gear and walked down the hall.

After I got cleaned up and dressed I got Paul out of his roost for some lunch. He was surprised to see me so soon. I told him Mark was way tired and after we talked for a while I left him to sleep. The grin on my face gave more away though and he kept hounding me for details. Finally I asked if he would like a personal demonstration. He quickly declined. We went back to his room and finished recording his song. He liked the basic idea of my lead but asked if I could play it as octave double-stops. He ran a balanced line from my amp to the four-track and another line from my stereo chorus to another channel. The song sounded so sweet as it was with his lead vocals and my eerie sounding lead.

There was still some time left before the chow hall opened so we started another set of tracks. He chose an old Beatles tunes I had recently learned. I showed Paul the chords for the different parts of the song. He caught on quickly and we ran through the song again then decided that he would do the harmony and I would do the lead vocals. The third time through he turned on the four-track and we recorded the first take. Paul played acoustic rhythm guitar and I played my Les Paul. On play back we were immediately satisfied with the guitar parts and warmed up for the vocals. I plucked his acoustic guitars B string and got ready to start the lead vocal. One, two...