Tampa, Florida
Part 14
My biggest prob – in more ways than one – was keeping far enough away from Mark while I was washing his back to stop my throbber from touching his butt. He knew I had one, though. The damn thing hadn’t gone down since we were working out in my room.
My other prob was how much should I wash? His buns were looking soooo fucking tempting! Firm and dimpled and tanned and... ‘Jeez,’ I thought to myself, ‘imagine soaping his crack and…’
“You finished yet?”
“Huh? Oh… yeah. You wanna turn around so I can do your front?”
Well, he turned around to face me, and guess what? He had a boner! My eyes couldn’t help going straight to the damn thing. “Don’t worry about my front, Daniel. You turn around and I’ll do your back.”
Damn! How the fuck was I gonna gawk at his boner from this position? But I obeyed. Actually, it was pretty cool to be standing there, feeling his strong hands on my skin. He was copying my style; washing and massaging at the same time. And while he was doing that, I was wishing like crazy that his boner would touch my ass. That would’ve been awesome! I was so horny, I figured that would have caused me to jet my load right there and then.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve got a skin-splitter.”
“So have you. What are you thinking about?”
“My health.”
“Your what?”
“How my health might kinda deteriorate in a hurry if I tell you what I’m thinking about.”
“This kinda thing used to happen all the fucking time when I was with Cody in the gym showers," Mark laughed. "He’d crack a woodie and it was like follow the leader. I couldn’t stop the damn thing from getting hard." There was a brief silence while he rubbed my shoulders. "I guess I don’t worry about that kinda thing too much anymore. Gotten used to it. But I don’t want you getting the wrong idea. OK?”
“Hey, I’m cool. I like my teeth the way they are.”
“You’ve got a good bod, though. It’s easy to see why Cody had the hots for you.”
“It is? You really mean that?”
“Don’t gimme crap, Daniel. You strut around like a fucking peacock. You’ve got an ego the size of a block of flats.”
“Yeah, but for you to say that I’m hot…”
“I didn’t say hot. I said you’ve got a good bod. I’m pretty fanatical about fitness, so I notice these things.”
“And get a boner?”
“Blame the hormones. You wanna wash my front now?”
Whoa! That totally stunned me. For what seemed like ages but was probably only a few seconds, I remained standing with my back to him, unable to answer. Then, “Serious?”
“It was your idea, bud.”
I turned, and looked at the bod I was about to get my hands on. Could this be really happening? I took the soap and rubbed it into a rich white lather between my hands, then replaced it in the soap-holder. I hesitated for a moment, wondering where the hell to start. Shoulders? Pecs? Arms?
“The water’s gonna run cold if you don’t get a move on.”
“Sorry. I’m not normally…” I was gonna say ‘nervous’ but he would’ve thought I was a wuss, so I planted my flat soapy hands on his meaty pecs and started sliding my fingers over the firm wet curves and nipples in a circular motion. “Jeez.”
“Jeez?”
What was I gonna tell him? That having two handfuls of his wicked pecs meant that I felt like some kid squeezing his first pair of tits? Yeah, right. “I dunno. I guess, I’m feeling the way Cody must’ve felt when he massaged you. He was crazy about your bod, y’know. Hey, he was crazy about you, period.”
“He was just plain crazy,” Mark smiled. “Seems like you are as well.”
His smile did the trick. I felt more at ease after that. “When you guys were on the mountain,” I said as I lathered up some more soap, then washed his pits and lats, “you told Cody that it was him – something special about him – that made you feel the way you did about him.”
“You’ve already washed my pecs once.”
“I have? Oh… yeah. Forgot. Anyway, so if he can make you feel a certain way, what makes you think you don’t make other dudes feel that way as well?”
“I don’t have whatever it was that Cody had.”
“Maybe not. But you’re special. Way special. Fuck, Mark, you’ve been here a minute and everyone’s crazy about you already.” By that stage, I was becoming so confident that I crouched, and started soaping his washboard abs and the tops of his muscular thighs. I hadn’t touched his dick, but the damn thing was staring me in the face, almost begging me to do something with it. “I figure you couldn’t have had deep feelings for Code if those kinda feelings weren’t part of you in the first place. He didn’t put them there, man. He just woke the fuckers up.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m not sure what I’m saying. All I know is that if I don’t get my fucking lips around that cock of yours I’m gonna go crazy.”
“Stand up, Daniel.” Oops! I figured I was destined to be crapped on big time as I rose to full height, and eyeballed him despite being nervous as hell. “I’m a guest in your house,” he explained in a friendly casual tone. “Matter of fact, I’m a guest in your country, and I don’t think giving me a BJ is a very good idea right now.”
“Right now?”
“Whatever.”
And with that he began to soap my bod. He didn’t crouch and do my legs, though. No way he was gonna put himself in that position. Heh. But as I watched his lathered hands run around my upper bod, I couldn’t help wondering what he’d meant by ‘right now’. This dude was harder to figure than anyone I’d met before. Seemed like there was a lot going on in his head that he kept to himself. Even Cody thought he was a mystery a lot of the time, and Code knew his buddy better than anyone.
Mark was sitting naked at the computer composing an email while I was laying on my bed, also naked, with my hands behind my head, watching him. I was too far away to see what he was writing, but close enough to see the fine rods of steel rippling in his forearms as he typed. He was a hunter and pecker… a two-fingered typist who needed to look at the keys, then check the screen to see what he’d written. It was kinda funny to watch, actually.
“Sorry about what I said in the shower.”
There was a pause while he finished the sentence he was writing, then he turned to face me. “Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “But you’ve gotta understand that I don’t wanna get involved in a situation like the one I had with Cody again. That was the most intense relationship I’ve ever experienced. And there was a lotta pain. A fucking lotta pain. When I moved to Joburg, I thought that would solve the prob. It did for a while, but not really. Cody was not the kinda guy you could just walk away from and forget. So I started planting seeds in his brain… suggesting things like moving to Joburg and working with me on the yacht. I’d already told Fingers about the idea and he was cool with it. But Cody was undecided. He wasn’t prepared to leave his folks yet. He wasn’t ready for that. But you see, Daniel, I wanted us to be together again. Know what I'm saying? Sure, I had a girlfriend, but that was mostly a weekend thing. Cody and I could have been together for the rest of the week. What I’m saying is that I was a lot more attached to the Codeman than I thought I was. Making the decision to leave Cape Town was tough enough as it was, but staying away from my bud was even tougher. That’s when I began to realize just how much that dude meant to me.”
“Why didn’t you just go back to Cape Town?”
“Yeah, right. It wasn’t that easy. I didn’t wanna live with my mom and shit-for-brains again. And there was no way I could’ve shared Cody’s room.” Then a smile spread across his handsome face. “Besides, Wingnut had already laid claim to that damn room. Anyway, I already owed Fingers. He was a good boss and a good friend. He treated me well, and paid me well. So I had a responsibility to him. I figured the best thing was for Cody to come to Joburg. There was a better future there … for both of us. At the time, Cody wasn’t sure about varsity. He was working in a surf shop. What kinda future was that? Anyway, the point is, I don’t wanna get involved in a relationship like that again. At least, not now. There’s a whole bunch of things I wanna do, places I wanna see. Sailing really excites me. It’s gonna be my life.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“What do you mean?”
“That you dig me enough to wanna… like… be as close to me as you were to Cody?”
“You remind me of him in a lotta ways, Daniel. You don’t look like him – actually, you look more like Steve - but you’ve got the same kinda whacky ways as Cody. Same sense of humor. So, yeah, I guess that could happen. But it won’t ‘cause I won’t let it happen.”
“Wow! That’s a huge fucking compliment, bro. That is just totally fucking awesome!”
But Mark seemed to ignore what I'd just said as he continued to explain his situation. “When I left Cape Town, Cody accused me of – maybe, accused is the wrong word – suggested that I was running away. I didn’t agree with him at the time. But he was right. My dad ran away when I was a little guy, and left me and my mom to fend for ourselves. So maybe it’s in the genes. Sailing is the perfect solution. I can spend the rest of my life running away.”
“I don’t get it. Running away from what? You were a good student. Cody told me often that you were a brainbox. You helped him with his homework and stuff. You excelled at boxing and swimming. You were a respected prefect at school. You work out. Your bod is totally fucking perfect. Jeez, is it ever! You’re a hard worker. Fingers thinks the sun shines outa your hard-working butt. Mr Robinson thinks the same. So it’s not like you’re irresponsible.”
“None of those things you mentioned have anything to do with relationships, Daniel. Go figure. All those things are a piece of fucking cake. Too easy. Relationships? Commitment? Now you’re talking the fucking hard yards, bro. Apart from my relationship with Carol – and even that was pretty tenuous at times – I’d never formed a close relationship with anyone, other than my mom, before I met Cody. And that was like, whoa! what the fuck’s happening here? Scared the fuck outa me. Fucking hell, I pummeled him in the boxing ring, beat the shit outa him when we had fights, abused him, sprayed him with a thousand cans of Cody repellant – hehehe – and tried just about every other fucking trick in the book to get rid of the fucker, but he just kept coming back for more! I mean, what the fuck is a guy supposed to do with a dude like Cody? Jesus, I must’ve asked him a million times, ‘What am I gonna do with you, Code?’ So, back to the point, Daniel, I reckon if I gave you half a chance, you’d be the same. And that’s why I didn’t want you to blow me in the shower.”
“Cool. So I’ll blow you now.”
“See what I mean? You’re the same as Cody. Fucking impossible!”Copyright © 2003 All rights reserved. mrbstories
