Back to the present…

The sounds of Whitney Houston wailing filled the air as well as the smells of smoke from the kitchen. Vince was once again attempting to cook dinner for his husbands but to no avail.

Vince did know how to make a beautiful table setting. In their Naples style kitchen he arranged a lovely black table cloth with gold trim along with their special black imported china with plates, fine Waterford crystal glasses and silverware.

“Savin’ all my love, for you…and you…” he added. It was one of his favorites when thinking about his two partners. Today was the anniversary of their official culmination almost 18 years ago. “Fuck, look what it took for us to actually get there! SHIIITTTT…” He dropped the skillet on the floor with the burnt fish inside. He’d attempted to fix fish tacos since he knew how much Jared and Diante’ loved them but only his number one knew how to fix them the best.

“Goddamn…what is…” Jared walked in, waiving his hands. “Babe, what’cha doin?” He wrapped his arms around Vince’s waist and kissed the side of his face.

Vince placed the burned pot back on the stove and sucked his finger. Quickly he turned around and gave Jared a hug. “I was tryin’ to cook a meal but…”

Jared laughed and took Vince’s sore digit in between his lips. “What did Diante’ tell you about doin’ this, huh? He’s the woman of the house. Neither one of us can cook shit but boiled eggs and hot dogs.” Jared covered his lover’s lips.

Vince reciprocated the embrace. “Mhmm…barely that. I guess we’ll be doing take out then?” He pressed his body against him.

“Yeah, we will or…” Jared took Vince’s hand and led him to the opening of their patio doors leading out to their private beach. “We could order somethin’ and have a romantic candlelight dinner for three near the waves.”

Vince held his husband tightly and planted a kiss on his shoulder. “That sounds great. Maybe sushi. Diante’ loves that but…” He turned back to face the lovely table he’d set up. “What about all my decorations?”

“Leave it there hun.” Jared grabbed his man.

“We’ll eat breakfast on it er somethin’. Ooh Good lord, are you playing Whitney again?” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you know I love her. I got it on loop.”

Vince shifted to hug Jared again. “I know you’re not crazy about her…”

“Nope…so not. Put on some Sade er somthin’, babe. Somethin’ more sensual and then let’s go outside to grab some air.” He started waiving his hand in front of him. Jared coughed, “The smell is getting to me. Ahem.”

Vince kissed Jared again and did as he was asked. He really loved that the two of them finally got everything squared away after they’d talked everything out. Now that they’d been together for so many years, they were inseparable. He put the Best of Sade on his IPOD dock with the first song being “Cherish the Day.”

“Now there…” Jared said, holding his arms open for Vince. “Is a woman that can sing and who I love! If I were still bisexual, I’d be her love slave.”

Vince chuckled and accepted the embrace. They stepped outside, shutting the patio door behind them. The sun setting provided a glorious backdrop over the hills off in the distance. The breeze softly blew, making small noises as it rustled the leaves on the trees.

“You mean if you were still straight?” He covered the TV star’s lips and thrust his tongue in between.

“Uh huh, okay.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed Vince’s backside. “If I were still the dumbass who kept denying…”

“No…no..,I didn’t say that. It took you a while to realize but its’ okay, mi amor. It’s all water under the bridge now.” Vince covered Jared’s mouth with his own again.

“Mhmm… so glad the two of you forgave me. I will always be grateful for that. I acted like an ass.”

“Yes, but…” Vince tilted his head. “We loved you so much, how would be able to hold that against you? Besides, Diante’ gave us the ultimatum that day, remember?”

“Ohh yeah, do I ever.” Jared gripped his lover’s back. “I’ve never seen him so angry in my life. We really upset him with all the foolishness. Mostly me though,” he sighed. “I dunno what I would’ve done without the two of you and I’m glad that you convinced me how important it was to be in love with you and Diante’.”

Vince shrugged, “We had a history, Jared. Regardless of the fact both of us cared for Diante’ more, you and me, had some time together as well. Albeit mostly as friends but, we both realized we could love one another equally as well as Diante’.”

“Yes. I’m glad we formed that conclusion.”Jared kissed Vince again, roughly, gripping his sides through his tee shirt. “Oh God, Vince…I love you…so much. Never forget, baby!”

Vince rubbed his husband’s head. “No never. The three of us will always be one.” He faced him again and offered his mouth for another smooch.

Hungrily, Jared accepted and pressed his own body into Vince’s while dragging him down to the ceramic tiles. “Oohh…Vince, now, huh? Before Diante’ gets home?”

Vince mostly loved these moments as a threesome but he obliged his partner since he too was horny as hell. He peered into Jared eyes and gripped his neck. “Damn…yes baby.”

Jared took off Vince’s shirt for him and threw it to the side. The moment he did, he made a trail from his lips down to the center of his chest, paying special attention to his collarbone.

“Ooh fuckkkk…” Vince grasped his husband’s brown locks, tugging on them lightly with one hand while the other grabbed Jared’s strong back muscles. “Ooh God, you feel so good, Jared.” He took in his partner’s scents. Cologne, Paco Rabane, and body wash mixed in with Jared’s own personal musk that he’d come to love. Vince felt the pressure in his groin. His nipples tingled and hardened to the touch.

“Mhmm…” he moaned in response, continuing his travels down to Vince’s navel, spending more time encircling his belly button with his tongue. He went up a little, licking the fine curls that led to his lover’s trail. Jared pulled the button on his jeans before sliding the slim denims from Vince’s small waist revealing an impressive hard on surrounded by a small patch of silky brown hair. “Mhmmm, God, I want this.” He threw the pants to the right and nestled his head in between his lover’s legs. Slowly, he licked around the underside of Vince’s jewels onto his perineum just before he found that pink hole. He placed Vince’s legs onto his shoulders to brace him there.

“Ooh shiiitt…Jared, you…oooh GODDDD…” He clenched his teeth. One of his hands pinched his own nipple while the other pressed onto Jared’s head, forcing him deeper into his crotch. The adrenaline began shooting from his cock to other parts of his body. His pre passion juice leaked from the tip of his cock down the sides of his swollen shaft.

“Mhmmm…damn…you taste so good but I wanna be inside you, Vince.” He rose from his position and pulled out the latex.

Vince only nodded. He ached for that release while moistening his lips. His azure orbs met the piercing blues of his husband, Jared whom he never thought would be part of this union but the determination and understanding of all three made it a reality.

* * * *

Diante’ walked into the kitchen frowning as he strolled in from a hard day’s work. He glanced at the stove where the skillet sat with burnt fish.

“Dios mio, I told them not to try cooking…uughhh…” He grabbed the handle and placed it in the sink. When he noticed the table setting, his smile widened. “Well, what is this Jared and Vince. Muy bueno.” He rolled his dreads in between his fingers as he strolled aver to the patio doors. Once he got there, he stopped in his tracks. He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head, looking at both his partners lying on the ceramic flooring.


He licked his soft lips and rubbed his nipple through the cotton of his shirt. Watching the two of them made his mouth dry as the desert. Two hard bodies, thumping and grinding together, making one gorgeous scene that he himself never got tired of ogling.

“Shiiiittt…” Morillo tossed his shirt off and sat on the step. Between his legs, his cock strained against the zipper and ached for release. Jewels tensing while he observed Jared on top of Vince, pounding his tight orifice. “God, yes, do it baby,” he grinned and bit his lip. In his heart and body, he really wanted to join his two lovers in their moment but his mind said to be the voyeur of this hot encounter. “Surely, I am so very lucky to have two beautiful men as mine. Nothin’ can be sweeter.”

* * * *

Back to the past…

Shortly after their talk, things seemed to go much better for the three friends. Jared did back off completely, allowing Vince and Diante’ to stay on their own and enjoy their loving relationship.

Jared made a full recovery of his minor injuries even though he lost out on a modeling shoot because the shiner. He more than made up for it though with some shots for Boy Toi magazine, where he sat on a bed full of fur, showing off his delicious body for everyone to see.

His constant female companion, Tessa had eventually made herself his agent, making appointments for him to go to modeling shoots for various sex magazines. He also began doing some mainstream modeling as well, which paid more. This allowed him to finally quit his job as a pizza delivery person and focus on his life time dream of being a pornstar.

During this time, Jared did begin to slightly enjoy being with Tessa and girls in general. He’d gotten more of his share of offers and most he took advantage of as any male in this industry would. Still, in the back of his mind, the only ass that made him happy was Diante’s and it was getting harder to resist the young man now that he seemed to grow up overnight.

When he let Tessa know about his infatuation with his friend, she found it to be very interesting, and told him he should explore the prospect of being with him. Jared told her about Vince and how he was so overprotective of his man, to which she replied, you’re friends right? You all should share!

Of course, Jared agreed but because he wanted to keep the peace in the household, he stayed on the sidelines.

When will I get my chance?

In actuality, Diante’ was not the most important thing he wanted to attain. There was still the roles in adult movies that hadn’t come through yet. He’d tried out for several, thinking he’d nail the part because of his good looks but he was told there were a million straight male actors out there and he wasn’t needed to fulfill any parts. Plus, they wanted guys with more experience and Jared wondered where he’d get that if he wasn’t getting the jobs. Then, some advice was given to him by talking to a female exec who owned an internet porn video company. She told Jared because of his modeling background, he should think about doing gay porn first. “Gay for Pay,” she called it. She recommended some well known friends in the business who paid exceptionally well, some ranging anywhere from 1000-5000 per scene.

“Are you shittin’ me,” he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. All he’d have to do is fuck a guy since he had no desire to be bottomed and he’d clear that much cash? He’d been making a nice buck from showing his ass in photo shoots but now, all he’d have to do is pretend he liked fucking some dude and he’d make that much? This really excited Jared and he took the contacts that the woman he’d given him in stride. Besides that, she told him to come back to her after he’d brushed up his chops as a male on male porn star and so some bi movies for her. She had a concept of doing actual movies and shows for cable TV that not only included hot sex but an actual plot.

Jared was grateful for all the great advice and promised he he’d be back to see her down the road. Walking out the place, he held on to the papers she’d given him and thought about what she informed him of. Being “Gay for Pay” with other men. How would he do this? He wasn’t attracted to any other men except for Diante’ and a little of Vince. How would he jump in bed with these strange men? Would he like it? Could he enjoy making these scenes and get paid and keep stepping?

Mark offered a weak smile before climbing into bed. He could still taste Maddox on his mouth only now that taste was tainted with Noah. Mark Jameson and Noah Langley had been friends since sandbox days. Elementary school gave the boys friendship, middle school brought on their curiosity for more, but it was during high school that their secret relationship flourished. The Jamesons and the Langlys felt the same way about homosexuality and it was quite a scandal when the incident had happened. The incident was what happened to be on Mark’s mind now…


It was February 14th, the cliché holiday that meant every normal couple at St. Andrews Catholic School were exchanging small tokens of affection. Noah and Mark were not allowed to behave like all the heterosexual couples at school. Not only because they were in a strict Catholic school, but also because their parents were very strict about the perverse disease of homosexuality.

The young couple boarded the bus together. Being next door neighbors meant the boys were almost always together. They walked past all the rows of familiar young teen faces. No one even thought twice. Mark and Noah were simply best friends. They sat in the back of the bus as always. The familiar fake brown leather sank beneath their combined weight. Mark draped his nearly empty school bag between them. He waited for Noah’s hand to slide into his where it belonged. Just like it had been doing for the past three years.

Noah was a small boy with angelic blonde hair and teddy bear brown eyes. He looked like a fragile doll and everything about him screamed of his innocence. Noah was tiny Tim who always saw the good in people. He was the reason Mark wanted to be a doctor and help people. Mark honestly wouldn’t have thought twice about mankind if it hadn’t been for his Noah.

Noah’s tiny soft hand slid into Marks. Mark felt the invading warmth and went through with the first part of his romantic plan. Mark slid the tiny white gold hoop onto Noah’s right hand. Noah’s plump rosy lips pulled back in a smile as blood warmed his face.

“Happy Valentines Day Noah” Mark whispered, a happy light in his eyes. Mark had planned out this holiday for month. He had saved up and found the perfect simple ring. “It’s a promise ring” he informed his boyfriend. Noah’s eyes started to tear up. He felt his long term best friend, and only lover, give his ring adorned hand a squeeze. The small boy quickly wiped his eyes to avoid the questioning stares of his school mates. They always had to be careful no one was looking. Noah nodded his head in a shy yes.

Mark chuckled and lowered his voice barely above a whisper “I love you Noah Langley. You need to let me give you the romantic speech I had planned before you can say yes.” He chided the smaller boy.

If as all possible Noah blushed even darker. His heart jumped a little at having his Mark do something so romantic. He finally managed to locate his voice somewhere deep in his throat. “You already know my answer.” he defended. Noah hated how his voice sounded so shaky and high pitched compared to the manly timbre of Mark’s voice.

Mark felt warmth radiate through his core as he gave his lover’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Their hands shielded by the protective blanket of Mark’s school bag. “Fine, I guess I will just make you wait until lunch then.” The bus stopped and the two lovers gave each other the knowing stare. They parted ways and went to separate classes, not knowing that today was the day the world would stand still.


Mark bolted upright in his bed, Noah’s name still heavy on his lips. He knew he had screamed and was now panting and shivering. Why now? Why of all times was he being reminded of Noah now? Mark knew he was whimpering and he couldn’t seem to silence himself.

“You alright, honey?” Justin’s voice cut through the darkness and reached Mark’s panicked ears, sleep still heavily entrenched in the blonde’s voice. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, nervous that Mark had had a nightmare about the mystery bar man.

Mark inhaled as he watched the familiar frame come closer and sit at the foot of his bed. “Yeah, just a nightmare.” Mark closed his eyes and shook off the last remnants of Noah.

Justin reached out and touched Mark’s face. He wrinkled his nose at the moisture his fingers encountered. Mark was terror stricken and sweaty. “I’m here for you, Mark.” Justin whispered. His face lit up. “Hang on, handsome. I know what will make you feel better.”

Mark watched his small roommate turn on his desk lamp and he was almost unable to suppress a laugh. Justin had on girl pajama shorts instead of boxers. Not only were they supposed to be worn by a female, but the shorts were lime green and had Tinkerbell’s smiling face on them. “Tinkerbell? Really, Just?” Mark snorted feeling, his heart rate return to normal. The familiarity of Justin’s antics was soothing.

Justin nodded as if his shorts foreshadowed his brilliant remedy for nightmares. “Disney fixes everything.” He strutted to his TV and positioned the set so it was facing Mark’s bed. His slender, newly polished finger pushed the power button on the DVD player and the set. Both flickered to life and Disney commercials intended for youngsters started to flash against the screen. Justin padded back to Mark’s bed and got back on top. “Mind if I watch, too?”

Mark shook his head “No, we need to set the room up better though so we can both see.” Mark felt Justin’s cool smooth skin slid in next to him under the blankets. “What are we watching?”

Justin’s lips were over taken by an impish smirk “Peter Pan. I figured it was the best choice considering your fondness of my shorts.”

Mark relaxed, too tired to really keep his eyes open. The sounds of a familiar childhood memory lulling him to sleep. He scooted back down under the blanket “Hey, Just?” Mark whispered, feeling his teddy bear of a roommate finally stop wiggling and settle into the bed.

“Yeah?” Justin responded, the concern quickly returning to lace in his words.

“Thanks.” Mark replied before drifting off to sleep.

“Night, Mark.” Justin replied, not taking his eyes off of the screen. He was too wrapped up in watching his favorite pixie throw a fit in a drawer with sewing needles and a thimble. Justin didn’t think he deserved to be thanked, he was just doing what any good friend or roommate would do. Mark certainly deserved that. He had been miserable looking and serious the first night at school so Justin had suggested they go out. Then he had managed to snag a hottie at the bar and hooked up with him in the bathroom. Poor Mark had then been dumped by the stranger and had scared the living daylights out of Justin when he appeared to be in legitimate shock over a phone call.

It was easy to see why Justin was less than thrilled when Mr. Hot Stranger Asshole decided to give his roommate a chance after all. After how much the guy had hurt Mark he really had a lot of nerve. It made Justin question who was really the bottom in that relationship. The first night it had clearly been the large male to follow, but now Justin wasn’t so sure. Justin knew this was going to end badly.

As if to prove his point Mark had woken up screaming about this Noah. Well now at least the stranger from the bar had a name, and Justin hated him. There was no way Noah could be any good for Mark. ~*~*~*~

Mark woke up the next morning as he felt his cell phone vibrating beneath him. He hated alarm clocks and was proud that he had learned how to wake up by just the vibrations. Justin had already gone to class since he was clearly more of a morning person. He looked over and noticed Justin’s bed was made and a stuffed fox was sitting on top of his pillow. Mark held his head, trying to remember if his roommate had stayed in his bed all night. He hoped he hadn’t caused Justin to lose any sleep.

Mark rolled out of his bed, jerking his feet up the moment they hit the cold floor. He groaned before stepping out of the warm, safe wrap of his covers. He walked over to his closet to get his shower tote and prepare for the day. He was going to have to have a talk with his new boyfriend about going to the doctor so that they would be able to do more than just touch each other.


Maddox received a text message from Mark asking him to wait, so that they could talk. He waited in his office after his day was finished. Maddox kept trying to focus on his lesson plan, but every few minutes his eyes dutifully drifted to the clock hanging above his door. It was as though his nervous heartbeat was competing with the ticking of the industrial clock’s second hand, trying to be louder.

Maddox looked at the door expectantly when, after what seemed like decades, the door knob was finally being turned. He couldn’t help his face lighting up when he watched Mark walk in. It was as if he hadn’t seen Mark in years and Maddox was starved for his company.

“Hey, Dr. Cotedivoux.” Mark smiled nervously, raking a hand through his dark hair. Despite his usually confident and stoic nature Maddox had him acting like a love sick teenager again.

“Hello, Mr. Langley.” Maddox mocked the formality. Secretly it was hot to think of the rules they were breaking to be together. He had never done anything risky in his entire adult life. “I was starting to worry you might not show up.” he confessed. His muscles relaxed and he felt at ease. He hadn’t noticed how wound up he was getting waiting for Mark.

Mark chewed on his bottom lip worried Maddox might think his idea for a date was stupid. He slid a small slip of paper across his teacher’s desk. “I uh… well I am a broke college student so as much as I think you deserve to be wined and dined this is about all I can afford. I mean I know you could do better than me financially. We don’t have to go if you think it’s stupid. It’s just…” Mark sighed, looking down at the ticket, trying to find the nerve to say what he was trying to get across. It was better if they knew where they stood now “See I am usually a top, but my financial standing doesn’t really allow me a lot of money to take you out like I should. I’m sorry. I promise to take good care of you, it’s just we might be having less flashy dates than you are used to.” Mark blushed in shame. He felt Maddox’s cool soothing hands cover his.

“Relax, Mark. I am new to this whole thing.” Maddox lifted the ticket to another college’s foot ball game. The school was a large university about an hours drive from campus. He smiled. Despite what Todd thought Maddox enjoyed football for more than just the guys running around in tight outfits. “This sounds perfect. As for tops and, um, bottoms… Mark, I am uh, getting a divorce.”

Mark tilted his head in confusion but he let his man continue. “Apparently everyone knew I was gay except for me. I mean, hell, even my friend Todd could see it. Mark, you were, are, the first and only guy I have ever been with.” Maddox looked at Mark. He could see Mark doing the mental calculations and waited for it to register before continuing. “Honestly, I don’t want to label myself and do what the rest of the world expects me to do. I tried that when I married Trissta and clearly that didn’t end well. Although, I guess I don’t regret it because I might not have meat you if I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself that night.” Maddox smiled sheepishly. “I don’t regret either time you and I were together. I just hope that you are willing to go slow with me. I don’t want to loose you again. I want to just go slow, get to know each other, and do what feels right.”

Mark could tell his teacher was afraid to confess all this. He gave Maddox’s hands a reassuring squeeze to calm him. It was a lot to take in and had Mark not known how much it hurt to think of his teacher leaving he may not have taken this so well. He already knew he couldn’t live without Maddox and that meant taking him baggage and all. Not to mention Mark knew his baggage was much heavier than Maddox’s little secret. He was willing to go through the coming out fireworks all over again for his man. “Of course I’m willing to stay.” He smiled and kissed Maddox’s fingers as if to seal his promise.. “So you’ll go on a date with me, then?” He asked shyly, barely above a whisper. Mark was still worried Maddox would change his mind when he realized how little Mark currently had to offer.

Maddox’s eyes grew wide as he looked over Mark’s shoulder. “Of course we can go over carbon dating Mr. Langley.” Maddox shuffled some papers on his desk hiding the ticket for their date. He looked at the man who had silently walked thorough his door. “Hello, Jason. Anything I can do for you?”

Mark jumped as the shrill raspy voice behind him spoke.. “Maybe you didn’t get the email, Mattox, was it? I thought I would make sure. There is a department meeting In about ten minute in the department lounge. I know you are a new teacher so I figured I would remind you.”

Maddox smiled warmly, not bothering to correct the mispronunciation. He nodded at his older colleague “Yes, thank you. I got the email but I have neglected the time. I’ll be right there in a bit. Thank you, Jason, for reminding me.”

The man nodded and left without another word. Color returned to Maddox’s face and he waited until he knew they were alone to talk again. “Sorry, Mark,. I would love to go out with you, but like I said, no labels. I don’t want you to feel like since you are the more experienced partner that you have to pay for everything. I am assuming I would prefer to be the bottom, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t equal. Let me make you dinner after the game tomorrow night.”

Mark leaned across the large standard issue teacher’s desk. He brushed his lips across Maddox’s before kissing him deeply. “See you tomorrow after class, teacher.”


Maddox couldn’t keep the smile off his face through chemistry class. As usual he tried not to make it too obvious that he was checking Mark out. He blushed a few times when he caught Mark looking at him. Cassie laughed “My, someone sure has it bad for the teach.” Mark jolted back to reality. “No, I do not!” he protested in an angry whisper.

Cassie’s plump pink lips pulled back to reveal perfectly rounded teeth “It’s alright, Mark. I won’t tell. ‘Sides he seems to be pretty sweet on you, too!”

Mark’s eyes widened in a moment of sheer panic. Did Cassie know? Mark wondered if it was that easy to catch all the little flirty glances between them. He had forgotten that the entire class was watching his man and that everyone saw every time he made Maddox laugh or blush. He tried to swallow, feeling like his mouth was full of cotton. “He, he’s a teacher Cassie. They aren’t allowed to date students.”

Cassie shook her head as her eyes turned towards the ceiling tiles. “Lord, like that ever stopped anyone before. Calm down, hon, I ain’t gonna tell anyone you and teach are fuckin’ like bunnies. Keep your voice down, by the way. Just because I am a good secret keeper doesn’t mean the whole class is. Besides that rule is stupid. It only seems to go after dating. Do you have any idea how many people spread their legs, ass, and lips for good grades?” She asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

Mark nodded, relaxing a little. “Well, we aren’t fucking like bunnies, but even if we were I wouldn’t want it to effect my grades.”

Cassie gave Mark an ‘I knew it’ look before continuing to doodle a puppy in her notebook.

Mark didn’t know how to feel about the fact that Cassie knew, or at least thought she knew what was going on between him and Maddox. He felt guilty that Cassie knew and Justin didn’t. Justin knew he was with someone, but he didn’t know it was a teacher. Surprisingly, for the rest of the day Maddox wasn’t the man on Mark’s mind.


Maddox waited in Todd’s truck for Mark. It would be too risky to have someone see Mark get into his car and so Todd had agreed to let Maddox borrow the Ram. He was fidgeting. Class had taken forever today.

Maddox had burned a few Cds and was curious to see what type of music Mark listened to. He assumed rock, but one never knew.

Finally, after what felt like decades, Mark came strolling out of the English building. Maddox smiled. He had told Mark what to look for in case the sunglasses, hat, and out of character sweat-shirt threw his student off. He hoped it, at the very least, didn’t make him look like a teacher. “Hey, Mr. Langley.” Maddox smiled, a blush going to his cheeks. He hadn’t gotten up the nerve to call Mark any pet names yet, and the title name was starting to become routine.

“Hey, Dr. Cotedivoux.” Mark smirked and climbed up into the truck. He rested a hand on Maddox’s leg and looked out the windshield as the forbidden couple drove off campus to Rhodliss University. “So, to get there just get onto the interstate and go until exit 13.” Mark stated mater-of-factly. This was the first actual time he had spent with Maddox and, despite having already made his teacher cum twice, he was nervous.

Maddox nodded, unable to think of anything else other than the warmth of the hand on his thigh. A few inches higher and Mark would feel just how much he had missed him. “Do you listen to music?” he asked, blushing at how incredibly stupid that sounded.

“I like metal and rap.” Mark said with a smile. “I don’t like to be stereotyped.”

Maddox smiled and the tension seemed to dissipate out of the truck. “Good. I don’t either, as you’ve heard. So, how old are you? I know it is a stupid question but I mean you are a freshman, so… Oh God, you aren’t a minor?” Maddox panicked for a moment that maybe this was more wrong than he thought.

Mark laughed “No, I started college late. I’m 22. How about you, old man?”

Maddox felt his heart slowing down. This was getting easier. It was strange how little they knew about each other. “I’m 27, so you can’t call me old yet.”

The rest of the car ride was spent sharing trivial knowledge about what they both liked and disliked. They would smile in their similarities and marvel at their differences. Life would never be boring with so many things shared between them.


Maddox parked the truck in one of the gravel lot spaces. The outdoors stadium was mobbed and no one took notice off the couple.

Mark took Maddox’s hand and lead him to the gate. Mark was gripping their tickets firmly as both pairs of eyes darted around in case someone would notice.

Maddox relaxed once they were seated “This was a perfect idea. Even if someone we know is here I doubt they would notice us.” He gave Mark’s hand a reassuring squeeze, wishing the hard orange seats would allow more contact.

Mark flushed, happy at the compliment. “I am glad you are happy. I was so nervous you wouldn’t be the sports type.” He gave a small, snorting laugh. “Actually, you might need to explain it to me. Stereotypical goth I don’t know much about sports. I just thought the atmosphere would be fun.”

Maddox kissed Mark’s slender fingers “I don’t know it that well either. My friend Todd picks on me for only liking football because it’s men in tight clothes.”

The blush that was all over Mark’s cheeks faded. He hoped Maddox wasn’t just into the bulky type. “You want a big football player to rough you up?” He asked.

A jolt went through Maddox when he heard Mark’s question. “No, baby, I want you.” The large man pouted and almost leapt into Mark’s lap to reassure him that he was perfect. “Just you. He just teases because I didn’t know I was gay. That was one of the big flags, apparently. I told him about you. He suggested I switch schools more seriously than what I blurted out. I promise Mark, you are the one I want.”

Mark shook his head. He had forgotten how responsive his man was, how new. “It’s alright, Maddox, I am just sensitive. When I thought I might never see you again…” He kissed his teachers pouting lips. He tasted sweet and warm as vanilla and sugar. Mark ran his tongue stud between Maddox’s lips.

Maddox inhaled in surprise as the pierced tongue began to caress his own. Warmth spread all over his body. This kiss was, in his mind, their first. It wasn’t rushed or drunk. It was perfect. He felt little sparks dancing in his stomach, running across his flesh. Heat radiated from his heart out of his body and into Mark’s lips and mouth. His student was tugging at the hair at the base of his neck. The kiss broke and they lingered there rubbing the lips together as their breath mingled in the air between them.

Giving Maddox one final peck, Mark pulled back to look at him. “You just called me baby.” He teased, realizing the pet name his teacher had assigned to him. Mark watched Maddox’s strong jaw dip down into his chest and he tilted Maddox’s face back up. “It’s alright. I like it.”

Maddox explained to Mark everything he knew about the game. Todd would have been proud of him. He explained what it meant to get a first, second, and third down. Maddox also explained the line of scrimmage and some of the penalties.

By the end of the game Mark’s lungs felt hoarse from screaming. Their team had won and Maddox and Mark had celebrated with a victory kiss. Mark lead his man back to Todd’s truck and opened the driver door for him. The ride home was filled with comfortable conversation and longing caresses.


Mark looked at the rundown apartment complex. He had expected Maddox to live in something a bit more upscale. He noted a few cars had commuter parking permits stuck to their back windshields. It was very possible that if this date lead to future dates that another student would see them.

“Oh…” Maddox said, noticing Mark’s eyes were currently resting on a student sticker. “I didn’t think about that…” Maddox rubbed the back of his neck and took off his sweatshirt. “Here, just follow close behind and keep the hood up.”

Mark slid the sweatshirt over his head and searched for the large sleeves. “Damn you are big.”

“Thanks?” Maddox arched an eyebrow as he watched marks thin frame find the proper holes for his appendages.

“No, it’s a good thing. I like being with a man.” Mark reassured Maddox, flipping the hood over his head. “I mean I’m gay. If I wanted to be with a girl I would be with a girl.” Mark opened the door and waited for Maddox to lead him to his apartment. He was jumpy and made sure to keep his head low. Once Mark had successfully been snuck into his teacher’s apartment he inhaled deeply, sighing with relief.

“Scared?” Maddox asked softly.

Mark nodded “Yeah, like I said we both have a lot to loose.” Maddox flicked on the light illuminating the still disheveled moving-in stage of his appartment. “We have a lot to gain, too.”

Mark watched Maddox take a large tray out of the refridgerator and place it in the oven.

“Frozen dinner?” Mark asked skeptically.

“No, it’s my mom’s creation. Stuffed scampi alfrado shells. You’ll love them. I just made it earlier and froze it since it reheats well.” Maddox started to set his makeshift table. Trissta had kept the large mahogany table in their dining room. He wished he had been able to show Mark the nice thing he used to have. “I know mine won’t be as good as hers, but I wanted something that was from my family.”

Mark nodded, not knowing what to say. He wished he had something of his family to share with his boyfriend. He was so consumed with longing that he didn’t notice he was considering Maddox his boyfriend. Maddox turned around and noticed the pensive look on Mark’s face. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Mark looked up, seeing Maddox’s large eyes flooded with concern. He took the larger man’s hand into his own, kissing his ring finger. “No, of course not. We just have very different stories to tell.”

Maddox shivered as Mark stroked his fingers. He knew the arousal he was feeling was misplaced. He bit his tongue, allowing the coppery taste sooth his frustrations. In his innocence, Maddox had never truthfully experienced anything bad in the world. He had a loving family with parents that would put even the best romance novels to shame.

Mark seemed to have been tainted by pain deep down to his core. He was reserved and appeared to Maddox to be the type who didn’t share often. He was shocked when, after a few agonizing seconds, Mark continued. “I miss them sometimes. My family, I mean. We used to be close, and then they found out I was a fag. I remember coming home from school… I mean I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty but, I mean my mother was having a fucking funeral in the kitchen.”

Tears came to Marks eyes. He had never talked about his family, the incident, or even Noah and now here he was spilling his guts as his new lover’s homemade dish was warming in the oven. “I just thought they would be mad, you know? My father told me I was dead. I remember trying to call out to my mom. She, she wouldn’t even look at me. They were supposed to be my fucking parents and the moment I am not perfect I am dead to them.” Mark growled as hurt and rage over all his demons threatened to spill forward. Then he relaxed placing mortar between bricks once more protecting himself with walls of stoicism.

Mark quickly wiped his tears on Maddox’s sweatshirt, which he had yet to remove from his body. “Sorry, I don’t want to ruin our first date.”

“You can’t ruin this, unless you plan to run out of my apartment screaming.” Maddox wouldn’t push. If Mark was ready and wanting to talk about it he would listen, but he wouldn’t push. Like most people that had seen them, he had wondered about the scars and tattoos. But he knew Mark would only open up when he was ready.

Mark felt so protected by Maddox, but truthfully he wasn’t ready. How do you go about telling someone that your father threatened to kill you for real if you didn’t disappear? Jack Jameson had always had a temper. He hit his wife, smacked his daughter and unleashed his rage on his son. You didn’t, at least not on a first date.

“I’m here for you, Mark, no matter what is in your past. If you don’t want to talk about I won’t push.” Maddox offered Mark a hug and was pleased when his seemingly strong man moved into his arms.

“Thank you, for everything.” Mark was surprised how natural it felt to be in Maddox’s arms. He was so used to being strong, for everyone. Always fighting to keep his head above water. It was nice to just be able to relax and have someone else keep him afloat.

“I care about you, Mark Langley. No need to thank me.” Maddox kissed the top of Mark’s head.

Mark winced. He hadn’t even brought up the incident. There were just so many secrets from so many people. It was exhausting. “I care about you too, Maddox Cotedivoux.” was all he could say in return.

The oven made a sharp invading buzzing sound and the couple parted. Mark watched Maddox fill two plates with large stuffed shell noodles. The smell was intoxicating. “Look at you, little house wife!” Mark teased, ducking as Maddox threw the oven-mitt at him.

“I just like to cook. I’m Italian and French, after all.” Maddox set a plate down in front of both chairs and handed Mark a fork and knife. “Let me know if you don’t like it.”

Mark was practically drooling “Trust me, after cafeteria food anything homemade would be perfect. This smells incredible, though.” He cut open the shell, letting cheese and steam out of their noodle prison. Shrimp, cheese, and chicken spilled out onto the dark blue plate.

Mark blew on a steaming bite, making a small moan as he tasted the concoction. “Mmm, this is amazing!”

Maddox swallowed his bite. “You say that like you are surprised.” Maddox smiled, watching Mark shovel the rest of the food in his mouth.

After dinner Maddox piled all the dishes up in the sink and lead Mark to his living room. “I have some video games we could play or we could watch a movie?” He offered, not wanting Mark to go home yet.

Mark thought this over for a moment. He wasn’t ready for his time with Maddox to end, but he knew that Justin would want to have roommate time tonight and he didn’t want Maddox thinking he would always put out like he had.

However, upon seeing that hopeful look in Maddox’s eyes, he slid onto the couch under Maddox’s heavy arm. “What movie were you wanting to watch?”

“Anything. I am sort of a movie-holic.” Maddox handed Mark two very large and very full CD cases stuffed with DVDs.

Mark thumbed through the collection, amused. His man had everything from Disney to horror. “This one.” Mark paused and pointed out a DVD with three wolves along the bottom and their human counterparts on the top.

“Blood and Chocolate.” Maddox smiled. “I love this movie.” He bounced to the DVD player and put the disc in.

Mark felt a small pang of guilt as he noticed the time. It was getting late. He pulled out his phone and texted his roommate.


Justin’s phone vibrated on the bed side table “Sorry Jin, hang on.” He panted, getting off the larger Asian male that he was tutoring. The text read: Sorry Just 1st date wnt well staying the nite. Justin smiled and returned to the needing naked man on his bed. “Looks like we didn’t need that knock first sign, my roommate isn’t coming back.”

Justin climbed back under the sheets and trailed a finger along Jin’s pale body. He was built beautifully. Not too thick, but by no means would one consider him thin. He had a few tattoos, nothing compared to the artwork Mark was covered in but enough for Justin. He wasn’t that fond of ink anyway. “Roll over onto your stomach” Justin purred.

The all but silent Jin complied, no longer able to see Justin. “Like this?” Jin questioned sweetly. He presented his wonton ass to Justin.

Jin yipped as he felt his ass smacked “No talking, Jin baby, remember?” Justin scolded his plaything.

Jin flushed and nodded. He knew how Justin could be. Sometimes he wanted the thrill of topping or causing pain as he watched his partner’s face twist in humiliation. Other times Justin liked to be cuddled and taken care of as a thick cock fucked him into oblivion. The last way Justin liked it was how Jin was letting him have it now. Anonymous so that he could get off and stay inside his own head. He would care nothing for his partner’s pain or pleasure as long as he got off. A race to the finish line. If Jin didn’t get off before Justin he would be alone with his hand to fix it later.


Mark’s lips traveled across the valleys of Maddox’s sculpted body. The movie had been forgotten and Mark’s roommate told him he had company anyway. He felt the large god shiver under his teasing kisses.

Maddox watched Mark’s mouth travel closer and closer to his groin. He let out a loud moan as Mark licked the darkened seam of his sac. Mark was about to engulf him when Maddox panicked. “Stop, baby, stop.” He whispered, scooting away from Mark’s open mouth.

Mark looked up at him, hurt. “Did I do something wrong?” He felt cold, wondering if Maddox had been having second thoughts. He was going through a heterosexual divorce after all. The first time Maddox had been drunk and the second time had all happened so fast.

Maddox was pleased with his self restraint until he noticed the panic in Mark’s eyes, “No, of course not.”

Relief flowed through Mark’s veins. “What’s wrong then, babe? I thought you wanted this?”

“I do, but Trissta cheated on me and I don’t know who all with or if she was safe…” Maddox couldn’t look in Mark’s eyes. Mark meant more to him than just a good time.

Mark thought for a moment “Oh, your ex wife.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to because believe me I do. I just want you to be safe.” Maddox blurted out.

Mark smiled and crawled back up so he was straddling Maddox’s hips. He turned his face so that Maddox had to look into his eyes. “We can wait, you just scared me a little. It’s still difficult for me to wrap my brain around an ex wife. I got checked before I applied and haven’t been with anyone since. We can both go and get tested tomorrow, though, if you would like.”

Maddox nodded and all was made right with a kiss. Maddox felt Mark’s hard cock pressing into him. “I trust you.” He informed Mark. “Can I, can I give you, um, a, uh, you know?”

Mark watched Maddox writhe in his own shyness. It was such a turn on to have a man who was practically a blushing virgin beneath him. “If you want, but you’re going to have to say it. I want to hear you say it.” Mark normally wasn’t the type to get off on humiliation, but Maddox blushing and stammering between his thighs had just proved to be a turn on. His teacher was so innocent and new to everything.

Maddox got down onto the floor between Mark’s legs, hoping that inspiration to say his sinful desire would strike him. “I want to suck.” Maddox watched his student wiggle out of his jeans.

They were on even playing fields now, both completely naked. “I want your cock…” Maddox mumbled, staring at the object of his fantasies. He hadn’t yet been faced with a naked male so close to his face.

Despite it being obvious to everyone, Maddox hadn’t known because he had never gone looking. He had never seen porn, never consciously thought about a man. Mark’s cock bouncing naked in front of his face had woken him up.

Mark couldn’t resist. He tilted Maddox’s face back up. “You want to suck my cock, Dr. Cotedivoux?” He asked, thrilled when his teacher gave a small nod. “Have you ever had one in your mouth before?” Mark questioned. He assumed Maddox was inexperienced, but then again the man had been so sure what he wanted in his office.

“No.” Was all Maddox managed to whisper.

“How will you know how to do it?” Mark asked, leading his teacher along.

Maddox flushed. “I’ve had girls do it to me before.” He offered, not seeing what Mark was hinting at.

“We both know that isn’t the same. I suppose I will just have to teach you then.” He smirked.

Maddox relaxed. He unclenched his fists “Just like you taught me how you liked to be stroked?”

Mark nodded. Maddox taught him chemistry, but he was going to teach his man how to be a good lover. “Exactly like that. Start by kissing the head.” Mark instructed watching, Maddox comply. His plump lips grazed the top of Mark’s head.

Maddox tasted the precum on his lips. Mark had a strong salty flavor and he ran his tongue along the pink surface of his lips. “Like that?”

Mark gave a soft moan, watching Maddox lick precum off of his lips. “Yeah, baby, just like that.” His legs shook with anticipation. He wanted to grab Maddox’s thick hair and slam his aching cock down the man’s throat. “Lick it, get me nice and wet.”

With more confidence than before Maddox gave a small lick to the underside of Mark’s shaft. When his younger lover jerked at a certain spot just beneath his crown Maddox made a mental note to return there. Mark felt the warm gentle caresses of his lover’s tongue. The gentle slowness was driving him insane as he jolted every now and again when Maddox hit that bundle of nerves along the underside of his shaft. He had never had a man pay attention to him like that before and Mark just enjoyed. He leaned, back moaning and panting. Then his teacher did something unexpected.

Maddox had loved when Mark had licked his swollen sensitive sac and wondered if Mark would feel the same. With the moans of encouragement Maddox decided to give it a try. He used the broad of his tongue and licked each tightened orb.

Mark nearly leapt off of the couch. “Holy shit, that feels good-d-d!” He stammered. Mark’s fingers dug holes into the couch as he tried to fight off his orgasm. “Suck me, baby.” He growled, not forgetting his role. “Roll your lips over your teeth” He instructed.

Maddox enthusiastically attempted to get Mark’s entire length into his mouth. He didn’t bother to go slow and as soon as Mark’s cock hit the back of his throat he made a gagging noise and jumped off.

The noise Maddox made had Mark on edge. His excitement to suck his first cock was hands down the hottest thing Mark had ever witnessed. “Slow down, baby, you don’t need to get the whole thing in.” He coaxed.

With renewed determination Maddox rolled his lips over his teeth and tried again. He got a little under half of Mark into his mouth and stopped.

Mark knew Maddox wouldn’t be able to take that much of him his first time and he was happy for the warm embrace of his lover’s mouth. He gently rocked his hips into Maddox. “Suck, Maddox…” He purred in a low voice.

Maddox began to bob his head. After a few strokes he managed to get a little bit more of Mark in. He used his tongue, swirling along what of Mark’s shaft he managed to get into his mouth.

It wasn’t the best head Mark had ever gotten, but it was definitely the most memorable. The last virgin Mark had been with had been Noah and they had both explored each other together. Mark felt his sack tighten and draw up into his body. His dick began to hum with it’s need to release. “I’m gonna cum.” He moaned “Shit, Maddox, s-st-top-p!” He cried, not wanting to explode in Maddox’s mouth without warning.

To his surprise Maddox moved faster, sucked harder. “Fuck, I’m… mmm… aahhh!” Mark panted, losing himself to pleasure. Maddox looked up at Mark and Mark lost it. He erupted inside his teacher’s warm mouth, coating his tongue in warm spunk. Mark held Maddox’s gaze as he pumped the last of his orgasm into him.

Maddox made sure Mark was completely done before he finished sucking. The thick cum rolled around over his tongue as he enjoyed the flavor. It was bitter and salty, not what he was expecting. He swallowed it when he was finished milking the last few drops from Mark’s cock. Maddox licked Mark clean as he softened. “How was it?”

Mark was still sensitive and Maddox’s licking elicited some powerful after shocks. “You have to ask?” Mark teased before pulling up his boxers. Maddox smiled and climbed back onto the couch, pleased that his first time giving Mark head had been successful. “And where do you think you are going?” Mark arched an eyebrow as his big puppy tried to cuddle into his lap.

Maddox looked up into Mark’s green eyes, confused. “I thought maybe we could watch another movie. You said your roommate wasn’t expecting you.” He whined.

Mark’s voice was a bit hoarse from moaning “You really think I am going to let you lay here naked, hard, and needy next to me after that?” Mark wiggled out from under his teacher’s massive weight. When he was free he went over to his jeans and took something out of the pocket. Mark got back on top of his teacher kissing down his body, back where he had left off.

Without thinking Maddox’s hips thrust up and he whimpered his need. “But, we said… I might not be clean.” He panted, trying to wiggle away.

Mark snorted a small laugh. “Ever heard of condoms?” Mark asked, showing Maddox the green foil wrapper. “It’s green apple flavored, made just for this.”

Maddox blushed and settled back down onto the couch “You don’t have to, I mean I like just doing it for you.” He protested, nervous he wouldn’t last long.

“I want to.” Mark assured him rolling the latex condom over Maddox’s stiff rod. The smell of fake green apples saturated the air as Mark went to work. He engulfed Maddox’s entire cock, swallowing as he went. He moaned and hummed around the beautiful cock, feeling Maddox tense with pleasure.

Maddox moaned and his mouth hung open. He couldn’t fathom how Mark managed to get his mouth to do everything it did. Trissta hadn’t even been that good. Not that she ever really put much effort into it. Maddox’s knuckles lost color as he gripped the edge of the sofa, trying not to become lost in pleasure. A few bobs of Marks head and Maddox lost control.

Mark felt Maddox’s cock lurch within it’s latex confines. He knew his lover had better get tested sooner rather than later because he wouldn’t be able to be sensible about protection for long. When Mark was sure Maddox was finished and each jerk was nothing more than an after shock, he pulled off, kissing Maddox’s covered cock. “Good?” He questioned, feigning innocence.

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