Bryan and Mark by Sean Batmena9

bryan - mark
thanksgiving

i wake up in a whirlpool...
i try to find another day
i try to find a way to make my self better

i go down in whirlpool...

about to lose conciousness...
above me - on top of me
a 23 year old beads his sweat onto my face...
his upper torso is covered with tats...
the arms -- meeting his cliched fists...are likewise
inked...
inked in that east villiage - "hr giger" screaming demon - hot punk toughie kinda way...
i try to close my legs, he's too strong - too big
on top of me
at once -my arms are held tight behind my head by one of his strong adereniline fueled angry irish boy hands - the other administers another blow to my chest - and then he descends...his chin to mine...
a long slow kiss as he forces his hips into mine and then moves quickly to lift me up...and hits the target area...
his ringing phallus - head finds my hole...and then he pushes me down again...another kiss. deep and so passionate, i'am not sure if I'am being raped - or made love to or simply beaten into bleeding and lust...
it's all seeping into a blur...

but i feel the heat at my center and the head of his cock entering, sideways, then he pulls back, straightens his hips again - sslaps me hard and re-applies the bullet to my ass...it opens...and then another long slow kiss and he heaves into me...
"you wanted it bitch..."
my eyes glaze over
bryan...

i press my head to the center of his chest and turn my head to the side and hold it tight against the center - the hair of his pecs moist...highlighting the peirced flaming heart tattoo...the sword descends from the throat down to just below his solar plexus...inscribed on each side: "love - hate..."
and at the bottom: "make your choice..."

the tighness of my ass is gone...
the feeling of terror gone...
i sense the movements...filter through the air - about to leave my body...
i can see everything from above...the poetry of fear, the cursed need of the bodies...my eyes full of light...
his ass so fine and white and powerful...tensing and precise...sliding his entire self into my hole...the cock igniting the raging burn...covered with sweat...the beads from his face sting my eyes...

my arms wrapped tight around his back....both vessals open - it was just an hour ago we were on the street--
his cock was hard and then out of his pants -- three tourists - young girls watched briefly -- and then quickly moved down the block --
"who fucking cares??" he grabs the scruff of my neck and says -- "lets go...your place..."
angels above - whispering...
enveloped in a golden ball of light....
a current of love...i turn to sense the presence...
i let go -
angels with me watching --
the whirlpool opens...
a portal appears...

the room disappears...

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
i'am twelve years old.
I'am in an empty field.
a lot full of dirt mounds and dying tall grass...
the wind rustles through the reeds...and two young beautiful boys run and scream through a path...
one of the boys is older, handsome, around 16 with soft brown eyes...a strong youthful torso....legs running after the other one...hands opened to feel the reeds as i run along to a clearing....but my cousin - mark is fast behind, he tackles me: hard and i fall and hit my chin on a rock...
I'am on my stomache. mark's hands hold fast to the sides of my jeans...and my pants edge down slightly to expose my ass...i try to crawl away but this only pulls my pants down more...until they are almost to my kness...
i gather my strentgh and struggle free...and run while rying to pull up pants...a few yeards more and i'll be in the clearing...and will have won the race...
i lay there in the circle. on my back. a trickle of blood on my lip...breathing fast. pulling up my pants - looking up to the sun...moving across the secret sky...a ray of light catches my eyes and for a moment blinds me...but mark comes up - kneels next to me and with one hand presses it onto my chest and holds me down...
he looks upon me...and smiles. out of breathe. i laugh. he laughs....
"you won this time..."
then his belt is undone... and his young hard dick grazes my cheek and then it is in my mouth...and i'am sucking it -- almost by instinct but i remember - it wasn't something planned, it just happened...
"oy yeah -- thats nice...dirk...yeah, don't tell...it's our secret..."

i sensed something new happening in me - my own cock begins to swell...and aches...and mark presses his hands to my crotch...and says: "Beautiful..."

mark was my first boyfriend. i guess you could say that...
then we both pause...sounds from the outer rim of the clearing...
two other boys are watching...
mark stands up. fixes his member back into his pants and without warning grabs one of the kids by his t-shirt and lifts him up into the air...high above him and then throws a hard clean punch into his stomache and the small frame flies back and hits the dirt....
the other boy runs away...
"don't you ever fucking come back here or I'll kill you..."
mark yells and smashes the kids face into the dirt --
"hear me ?"
"yes..." the boy cries and then runs away.
the lot is quiet.
mark picks me up.
"c'mon - lets go.." we walk slowly away from the clearin back into the reeds and onto the trail...he pats my ass.
"you go ahead - I'll be there in a minute..."
I look back.
mark has fallen to his knees...
pants unbuttoned - he looks down -- stroking his dick fast...his face contorts...he lets out a small cry...and tilts his head back....his body spasms...
"ah - ah ...ahhhh..."
he disappears...

i go back to my aunts house and watch tv...
mark comes in about 15 minutes later like nothing happened...
we watch tv the rest of the afternoon...

later that night i had my first orgasm.
mark kissed me - sucked my cock and made me suck his...
he bit my dick hard enough to make me cry. he fingered my hole....while he jacked me off --
until i came...
he pushed me down - as my balls squirted out a young fresh load of jizz --
he covered my head with a pillow to muffle the yell...
I smell the sex of our bodies, fresh - sharp, powerful...
he was a man. smelled like a man -
to this day - in comparison - i now know mark had one of the biggest dicks i've ever seen...

i fall a sleep next to him exhausted....at peace...
warm.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I'am standing in the shower. bryan holds my cheek up to the water. theres a welt on my face. i can feel blood draining into my eye, mingled with the warm water...
i'am limp in his arms...
he holds me upright. as if some sacred light were bathing us...i snese that he also is in some unspeakble pain -- some deep psychic wound witin him likewise has arisen...as he holds me -- for a pause - there is understanding...
i'am not sure who i'am to him....but i'am somebody...somebody from his past...he is in pain also...
the steam and pain - the haze from my eyes...bryan, mark, bryan, carries me to the bed and throwns me face down and then begins to fuck me again...
I'am relaxed. this time he shoots a hot load up my ass...
and i collapse...

hours later. silent.
bryan is clothed. i kneel before him....
hold his boots to each foot and slip them on...
i lace up the laces and tie them...
i gaze to meet his eyes...we both nod.

"see ya..." he mumbles and then the room is empty.

the dark angel has left...

the rest of the city sits down and prays...
they are wrapped in the spirit - a bounty of food and gratitude...kitchens all over the country are warm with the scents of cranberry, sage and turkey....

i lay on my back. wondering if i should go to the hospital...
i make my way to the refridgerator. open the door...
take a swig from a bottle of ice water. it hits the back of my throat...i hear
"happy thanksgiving..."
from the apartment above me...

my legs buckle. i fall to the floor...
the refridgerator door swings back and forth...
i awoke hours later -
the ice from the freezer pooled onto the floor...stinging my back...