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FINDING TU


Mark thought to start at the bedroom.

Considering that he didnt know much of the hotel itself, let alone the
wider area, it seemed like the best place. He hoped more than anything
that the younger boy was up there. If Tu wasn't, well, he didnt know where
he would check next. They were a long way from Bradford. A long way from
the streets that they grew up on and knew.

The stocky youth kept a quick pace up the stairs, still feeling the weight
of dinner on him. Half an hour passed. A few brief moments and Mark pulled
his keys out, finding the door locked. Perhaps he wasn't up here after
all. He was already thinking of other places to look as he entered. Closed
the door behind him on the bright glow of the hallway. Calling out, almost
half hearted. Not expecting a response.

"Hey, Tu. You up here?" 

The door closed quietly behind him. Without the light from the hallway,
the spacious hotel room was cast in the rich shadows of night. Only the
wide window that overlooked the street below lent some respite to the
darkness. Casting a slightly better sight to the tidy room. A large double
bed. Clothes, haphazardly unpacked, laying across the couch. Silhouetting
a lanky form against the view of night.

"Tu. Were you been, bro? The other bros were wondering where you got to."

The reply came quiet, rather too softly for the usually outspoken youth,
"Just up here."

"You ok," Mark ventured. He paused near the end of the double bed, the
lanky youth still staring out the window. Arms folded. "The other bros
were going to catch a movie or something, while its not too late. Rua said
its cool as long as we get back early."

"Yeah. Im cool."

The reply came rather too quietly for Mark to believe. The shadows in the
darkened room only served to deepen the strange mood of the boy. Tu looked
strange in this light. The youngest of them all, Mark had quickly come to
know Tu as the loudest. The brashest. Whatever the older boys did, he
threw himself into with twice the enthusiasm, risking body and limb. And
even if he didnt come out on top, his sharp tones still insisted on his
greatness.

In the darkness of the bedroom, he just seemed curiously subdued.

The thought didnt cross Marks mind to get the light, as he walked over to
the younger boys side. Tu was quick to lower his head, wipe quickly at his
face with his bare forearm. Even in the dulls of the darkened room, hints
of Tu's personality showed in the colors of his clothes. Colors that
refused, much like the boy usually, to ever be silent. The bright red and
blue of his oversized basketball jersey. The red ties that kept tight a
myriad of short puffs of his hair out on his skull.

The youth wearing them seemed more than subdued. Mark glanced at him with
concern, almost unsure how to take the silence from a youth who was never
silent.

"What's up, bro?"

Tu was slow to reply, Mark seeing a hardness in his young eyes as he
continued to stare out the window. The older boy didnt need more than the
light coming up off the street to see that Tu had been crying. He felt the
realization hit deep within him. Discovering that a constant he through
was eternal wasn't as real as had assumed.

The lanky youth took a deep breath, something that sounded closer to a
stifled sob. His youth features seeming to twist as he tried to find the
right words, or any at all. In that quiet voice that continued to take
Mark off guard, he managed to mutter an answer.

"I want to go home."

Mark put a strong hand on the youths skinny shoulder, not sure what else
to do. He felt a pang deep within him, moments before, wondering where the
younger boy had got to. Not expecting in the least to find what he did. He
felt the boys warm skin under his hand. The soft material of his
basketball jersey.

"Its cool," Mark replied in an equally quiet voice. He quickly found the
strength to remain firm, taking the kids subdued nature on board. "Its
only a few days."

"I don't wanna be here." Tu's face was starting to harden again, choking
back tears. Mark melted.

"Its ok, bro. You got the boys. We here with you, bro."

"I want to go back home. I cant do nothing here. I cant break."

Mark found himself slipping his arm about the younger maoris shoulders.
Pulling his younger body against his own. He felt the warmth of Tu's body,
felt as if he could feel the shudder of his tears within his chest. The
youths body seemed to hardened a little as he let him rest against him.
Mark just held him quietly. His heart softened innumerably, as he saw a
side to the boy he had never thought existed.

"I miss them, Mark," Tu muttered quietly, his body all but slumped under
Marks arm. "Keith. Joe. Kicks." Mark felt the youth let out another sob,
as if the mere mention had dragged up more tears. The older boy rubbed
lightly at Tu's skinny chest, his voice quiet.

"Its cool, bro. Its ok."

"Why am I feeling like this for?" Tu asked. His voice seemed too little.

"You just homesick, bro," Mark answered back, hoping that his closeness
and touch would help ease the boys pain a little.

"I don't want to be here. I cant do the rest of the group no good like
this," continued Tu quietly. He shuddered again in Marks arm, the bigger
youth easing him back towards the bed. He guided him down, sitting.

"You'll do fine, bro. You just got to remember that the bros are here for
you," Mark commented. "Im here for you too."

"I don't think I can do it, Mark."

"Sure you can. Ill be there. We just do like we practiced," Mark said. His
voice was smooth, soft still. He was by far the biggest of the boys on the
team, the oldest at twenty five. "We'll take the prize, then we can go
back home. You'll see."

Tu seemed to remain quiet under Marks arm for a few moments. Mark could
feel the boy still shaking a little, wracked with quiet sobs that he
couldnt seem to hide. Tu felt almost small there. Again, too small. The
youth had always made big with his words, if not with his actions. Perhaps
it was that which seemed to make Mark feel that more stronger, seeing him
like this. A far extreme to the boy he knew.

"Its cool, bro," Mark muttered again, quietly. 

He couldnt think of anything else to say, rubbing lightly at the boys hard
bicep, his arm still tight about his shoulders. The youth seemed to
soften, rest more fully against him. Mark just sat there with him. Silent.
Quiet. Alone with the younger boy in the darkness of the room. It seemed
to settle down on them, comforting Mark as much as he hoped he was
comforting Tu.

Mark sat there the long moments that it took for Tu to slowly stop
sobbing. He felt the youths hot body, relaxed against his. Feeling his
breaths coming more naturally within his chest. Smoother, slower. Not as
hard and ragged in the tight sobs that he had. Tu's head was still hung
low, his eyes far from Marks. The older youths only that much more softer
as he watched Tu there. Kept his arm about the youth. He was content to
sit there as long as Tu needed, finding a comfort of his own in the youths
closeness. In his private realization of what Tu was capable of
expressing. Even in the guarded darkness of his room.

Mark found himself grateful that he had seen it.

Mark felt the youth moving a little, waking to the passage of time finally
after the longer moments. Feeling Tu's leg moving slowly, smoothly against
his own. The motion was almost minute, but the feeling was there, subtle
in sensation. Waking Mark with the quiet hiss of his black sports pants
against Tu's. The almost uniform of the boys, that they wore more often
than not, especially now. There was a softness in the younger boys breath,
the relaxation under his arm and against his body that little more
accepting.

The closeness felt more than comforting. It felt nice. Mark welcoming the
slight rubbing of the youths leg against his. He gave it no thought.
Sharing in the boys close breaths.

Tu seemed more real to Mark, strangely so. He looked at the youth there in
the darkness next to him. His strong maori features, smooth and brown in
the same way the chocolate milk Mark always drunk was like. The youth was
lanky, a fifteen year old that had grown up on strength in his art, but
not seeming to lose that gangly, stringy appearance of his younger days.

His basketball jersey, baring the name of his school 'Milford', the number
9, sagged off his shoulders. It did little to hide the body that seemed to
fit snuggly along his own. Tu always wore it. It did less, Mark knew, when
the younger boy was pulling off the same break dancing moves as the rest
of the boys. But then everything Tu wore was always too many sizes too
large for him.

Mark felt his breaths match Tu's. Quiet. Smooth. Slow. He still felt the
comfort of his leg moving against his. Realizing with a start that the
gentle hiss of his sports pants was as much from the fact his own hand was
on Tu's thigh. Rubbing it comfortingly. He stopped, pulling back a little.
So did Tu's leg, as the slight rubbing stopped.

The younger boys voice sounded disappointed, although his face was too low
for Mark to see his expression, he knew it was a mate to his tone. "don't
stop. It felt good."

"Ok, bro," Mark ventured quietly. He put his hand back on the boys thigh.
Anything to help him out of his homesickness. Mark wasn't even sure what
to do, still hoping that his closeness and calm words would do a little to
sooth the emotion in the younger boy.

Mark felt Tu's leg start rubbing against his again. This time more
definitely. More firmly. Mark just sat there, quiet again, his stocky arm
up about Tu's shoulders. His hand back on the youths thigh. He hadn't even
realized when he had first put it there.

"I miss Keith," Tu said finally. His voice was even more quiet. Almost
lost in the deepness of the dark room.

"You'll see him again," Mark replied. "In a few days."

"I wish he were here now." The reply was even more quiet, muttered. Mark
found himself almost hard pressed to hear it.

"Im here."

Mark rubbed a little at Tu's thigh, feeling his hand shift against the
smooth material of the boys big sports pants. It slipped lightly under the
long end of his basketball jersey, disappearing up there slightly as Tu's
leg continued to move against his own. Mark rubbed gently at the youths
thigh, as he felt the comfort of the boys closeness. Returning what he
felt in kind. Content and silent.

"What if the others find out," Tu asked, his breath firm.

"I wont tell them," replied Mark. "They don't have to find out."

"Cool." The reply came almost confidently. Mark was happy at the
reassurance in that. Feeling that he was making a difference. There seemed
to be a tight pause from the younger boy, his voice innumerably more
definite when he finally spoke again. "Can you do it a little higher?"

Mark looked at the youth, almost confused. His hand rested warmly on Tu's
thigh, under his jersey. Rested, he realized suddenly, close to the youths
groin. He felt a sudden flush in his own, feeling his chubby cock throb.
His cheeks flush. Realizing the responces his body had had to the
closeness. Realizing what Tu may have been talking about, rather than his
homesickness.

"You sure?" Mark kept his voice low, almost conspiratory. His cheeks still
burned.

"Yeah."

Mark eased his hand again into motion, stroking lightly at Tu's thigh.
Realizing the boy seemed to be forgetting quickly the pain of being away
from home. Finding a comfort in the older boys body that made Mark worry.
Was he right to comfort him? To put his arm about Tu's shoulder. Perhaps
he should have just talked to him. Mark felt the questions burning quickly
though his head, with the same heat that quickly took his stocky, light
skinned body. He felt a strange and giddy thrill.

"It feels nice," Tu said, breaking the aroused silence. "I don't want to
think about home."

Mark kept his hand where it was. Just stroking there below Tu's groin.
Having slipped his grip a little deeper between the youths legs in his own
lust. He felt himself holding back. Wanting yet not wanting to cross that
line. The line that would take his hand onto the youths probably aroused
dick. He suddenly wondered if it was as hard as his was becoming.

"Please ..."

"Yeah, bro."

Mark steeled himself, moving his hand up greedily. Finding himself taking
a sudden delight at the change of events. Finding himself more than
willing to accommodate the youths wants. His mind lost to the truths. He
wouldn't deny that he had fantasized about it. Or fantasized about the
other three youths that made up the Break Mercenaries.

Mark heard Tu's moan as his hand gripped down over his dick. Felt the
hardness there under his hand.

"Ill help you take your mind off home," Mark justified. Tu was looking up
at him, already breathing in pants. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just rub it."

Mark nodded as he started to fist slowly at Tu's cock. Still within his
sports pants. The older youths hand working up under Tu's basketball
jersey. Mark felt the confusion as he tried to comprehend what he was
feeling. Something didnt fit or work. His hand feeling the fullness within
his grasp. The mere grasp pulling up something far bigger as the youths
arousal drew up his manhood.

Mark moved his hand up to pull at the waistband of Tu's pants. Drag them
down a little to free the youths dick. Still hidden under his basketball
jersey, far too long and loose as it fell the better part to the youths
knees. Marks other arm still about Tu's skinny yet muscular shoulders. His
hand felt the hotness, as his mind began to work on comprehending the
dimensions that fell quickly back into his grasp.

Massive.

Tu's breathing, his obvious pleasure at the eager touch pulled Mark from
his amazement. His eyes moving back up as he saw the younger youths face.
His smooth brown features etched in an unashamed enjoyment. His cheeks
still trained with his drying tears, of a pain that seemed for the moment
long forgotten. Mark began to fist the huge breadth of what he held,
feeling the soft hardness flop within his hand each time he drew back.
Feeling his own sports pants going taut with his own lust.

Tu rested against him, his body seeming hotter than the giant poker within
Marks hand. The older youth let himself look at the youth with all the
lust that he had felt. That which he had denied himself while with Tu and
the other boys. No place for such feelings or thoughts in the staunch
embrace of the street. But now, in this context, his eyes drinking in the
soft, muscular curves hinted at under the billowing looseness of his
jersey. Tight glances at his skinny, yet tight chest, his lithe brown
arms. Mark began to pump more needfully at the youths huge cock. His mind
spinning with the thought of having him like this. Taking him aback more
than seeing Tu cry.

Part of him wanted the boy. More of him wanted to comfort him. The
pleasure seemed to do ample to satisfy both.

Tu all but mewed softly as he lay against Mark. Mark felt the boys arm
creep up behind his back, partly steadying the boy, part in embrace. The
stocky youth felt Tu shudder again, this time with pleasure rather than
the act of sobbing. As if every part of that tight, lanky body started and
ended in the still firm softness that lay within Marks grasp. Mark could
smell the thick scent of maleness that began to hang about them both. As
the shadows lay deeply over their act.

"Pull your jersey up a bit, bro," Mark whispered, finding the want for
answers too strong within his mind. As if sick of trying to fit together
pieces that didnt.

Tu nodded lightly against him, pulling back the loose mesh. Back up over
that massive cock as Mark slipped his hand back off its big, cut head. The
older youth let out a tight expletive, his hand only more greedily working
along Tu's length now he saw what he had only felt. Even if he was only
fifteen. Even if he was the tall, gangly youth he was, Tu's penis was
truly huge. A thick, drooping worm of manhood years beyond his means.

"Fuck you huge," Mark muttered, finding himself unable to hide his
admiration. Perhaps just a hint of jealousy. His own hard, but nowhere
near the size of Tu's, still mostly soft.

"It feels nice," replied Tu again, almost defensively. He sat still
panting, as both of them stared down at his maleness in breathy self
discovery.

Mark continued to pull at Tu's huge penis, dragging his fist tightly up
the youths length in strong, firm strokes. Feeling the younger boys arm
tighten about his body for stability. Tu's hands were already reading
Marks mind, pulling at the sports pants. Their far too large size easing
comfortably down muscular, lanky thighs. Only further exposing him. Marks
eyes widening at the size of the youths nuts, juggling upwards each like
Mark pulled. The skin of his cock pulling up on his nutsac with each
stroke. A thin squirt of precum milked from Tu's cock on yet another of
Marks tight strokes.

Mark just stared in silence, along with Tu as he continued to work
silently in the dark. Both boys seemingly content, more than comforted by
the closeness that had ensued. Mark found himself unable to take his eyes
off Tu, more disbelieving that anyone could be as large as the youth was,
let alone Tu. He played with the huge cock like some eager new toy.
Drawing it up to a more fuller firmness that seemed to stand more on its
own. His hand dipping down to touch Tu's nuts, nested in the thickness of
his pubes, as if needing that much to confirm their reality. Tu's thick,
cut head drooling with precum, almost in the same way that Mark seemed to
be drooling over it.

"Would you ever ... suck another guy ...?" Tu ventured, his voice quiet,
breathy.

"Is that what you want?" Mark glanced up at the boys face. He seemed to
look almost stunned, making Mark wonder if this was the first time he'd
been touched.

"Yeah," said Tu, confidently.

"You want me to suck it?" Mark knew the answer, he didnt even know why
he'd asked it.

"Yeah."

Mark felt a certain amount of intimidation set in. Not like he hadn't
thought about it. Not like he hadn't thought about sucking the rest of the
break dancing crew. But here, now. Faced with what he saw, what he felt.
Mark wondered if the fantasies would carry as easy into reality as he had
always wanted them to, in the heat of his self pleasuring. He found
himself realizing with a sharpness that he had fantasized exactly this
last night. In this bed. Albeit with one of the other boys in mind.

"Yeah ..." Mark said, more trying to break the uncertain silence that he
had left the dark room with.

"Can you try it?"

Mark nodded, feeling as if Tu could see that he was scared. Maybe he could
see just by looking at his face that he wondered if he could even do it.
He shoved himself down hastily, smelling the thick musk of Tu's groin hit
his broad nose suddenly. Intoxicating. The briefest moments of thought
passed in his mind of whether he should be doing it with the younger boy.

Dream already too much reality. Reality that Mark sucked greedily into his
mouth, Taking Tu's thick, wet head into his mouth. He felt the boy
tighten, gasp with a surprising loudness. Mark tasted the familiar taste
of the boys precum, rich and full as he widened his mouth. Let that huge
head push between his lips, carefully between his teeth. He started
sucking almost too quickly. Tu shuddered violently within his arm.

Mark felt the aroused heat beat up off Tu's groin. The greedy pleasures
they both took alone there in the room. All else beyond that sibilant
darkness ignored. Nothing else existed. Not for now. Mark eased his hand
down Tu's thick length, feeling his jaw widening as he tried to take more.
Knowing he couldnt, but trying all the same. Taking the boys mind off
home. Taking his own mind off the aching already in his jaw.

Mark paced himself. Very slow, gentle sucks, on just that big head alone.
His jaw hurt too fiercely too soon to really do much else. His eyes all
but watering as he stared down at that smooth skin. Closing them to dwell
on the loud, too loud groans of the youth he pleasured. He eased his wet
mouth down again, taking a little beyond Tu's fat, smooth cock head. Mark
breathed raggedly through his nose, drooling like the precum that had
slicked Tu's head moments before.

Tu's hand began to take greedy strokes of his all but bald head. Playing
down towards his stocky neck. Gripping occasionally at the black tshirt he
wore, marked in stark white in ghetto script the name of their crew on
front. Mark reveled in the touch. Reassured by the tight grunts, the
desperate grasping of the youths long fingered hands that he felt pleasure
enough on just the attentions to his cock head. The slow, exploratory
strokes about those huge nuts. Mark thought briefly whether he wanted to
swallow, his thick lips massaging the younger boys thick cock with each
stroke. The tight sucking joining the word of Tu's breathy moans.

Mark felt only after the third time Tu's pulling at his neck. Easing
upwards, as the boys cock head all but popped from his mouth. He gasped in
breaths of air, almost too noisily, glancing up red eyed at Tu. He saw the
youths scared expression. The dry trails of his tears struck something
deep within the older youth.

"What if the others find out?" he asked tightly. Mark eased up a little,
his body already clammy and hot under his baggy tshirt.

"I wont tell them."

"You promise?" Mark was scared of the vulnerability he felt in those
words.

"Yeah, I promise, bro. Fuck yeah I promise," he couldnt stress the words
enough. He meant them, but in a way part of the motivation was hormones.
Crying back like a baby scared of losing a teet. He added quietly, "Ill
make sure the doors locked."

Mark felt more dizzy than he had expected as he got up, steadying himself
a moment. Crossing the room in silence, his mind, his hormones causing
more the noise he heard within. He checked the lock, finding that it was
secured. As it was when he had first come into the room. He dumped the
keys from his pocket onto the bedside table. The noise in the silence of
the room was almost deafening. Tu was still sitting there, on the side of
the bed. His pants half way down. His cock looked even more huge than Mark
had first seen. In context with Tu's lanky body.

Mark decided against turning on the lights, the room still cast in that
strange light from the street. He pull at one of the heavy curtains,
casting the bed at least in a deep darkness. At least part of him ashamed
of what his hormones provided for him to do. Wanting to make sure that his
words were more than true. That no one else found out. In fantasies where
all of the Break Mercenaries writhed in hot intercourse in his mind, the
reality seemed starkly different. As he started with wanting unashamed
lust at their youngest member.

Tu's hand was already groping at the older youths pants, even though Mark
was more than willing to go back to his knees before the boy. He welcomed
the touch, finding himself wanting it more now that he felt it. He kicked
his shoes off hastily, the act only causing Tu to lose what small grip he
had on his dick already. Pushing his pants and boxers down, he saw the
curious interest, the surprise in Tu's eyes as he revealed himself so
quickly to his friend.

Mark reached down to put his hand back about Tu's already drooping dick. A
size that seemed hard pressed to come up to a hardness that Mark achieved
so quickly and often. He pulled up his baggy tshirt a little. Dragging it
away from his own erection, his own nuts more than good size for a youth
his age. Still dwarfed by the boy near half his years. Tu stood up, giving
Mark an easier, more comfortable grasp of his dick. The younger boy
stepping out of his own pants as they fell down his lanky legs.

"that's nice," Mark whispered, keeping his voice low, as if others might
hear.

His free hand greedily pushed up Tu's jersey. His hormones peaking, as he
stared lustfully at those smooth, beautifully cut abs. Considering how
muscular the boys body was, Mark found himself wondering how he didnt
guess Tu was hung as hugely as he was. The boy seemed more like a man,
despite his age. His nuts felt like rocks, as his hand groped down at
them. Weighted them between the youths soft thighs. Tu groaned as Mark
explored the youth there as well, his hand dipping down between his legs.
Back up.

"Your bodies good," Tu said, almost hoarsely. His hand was rubbing at his
gut, slowly. Mark did surprising well to keep up with the lighter boys,
even with his stocky weight.

"So's yours," Mark replied, refraining from speaking about how he'd always
thought that. He stopped to drag off his tshirt, baring his stocky maori
form. His light skinned body naked before the boy.

Mark grunted as Tu's mouth fell down on his chest, quickly sought and
sucked in his prominent nipple. He put an arm about the youths body,
feeling the soft mesh of Tu's jersey against his skin. His hot, soft
erection against his hip. He gasped as Tu all but bit him in his
enthusiasm there. Feeling his hot hand stroking at his weeping, uncut
dick. The absence as Tu's hand started instead to explore his stocky form.
He felt his lust peaking as the youth started to touch him more freely,
with a strange inhibition. Mark pulled at Tu's jersey, the younger boy
pausing long enough for him to get it free.

Tu's younger body felt like hot silk against his own. His arms fell into
an embrace about it.

"Lets lie down on the bed," Mark suggested, only because his legs were
already starting to feel weak.

Mark moved away from that heaven to pull back the blankets and sheets of
the double bed, taking a quick, lustful glance at Tu's muscular, yet
gangly form. His lankiness only excentuated the smooth brown muscle. Mark
thought of the taste of the chocolate milk again, that he always drunk.
Would Tu taste like that? His massive dick hung in a lazy arch away from
his body, his lanky form only further excentuating that beyond all belief.
Mark saw Tu's eyes only a moment in the darkness there. Confused, but
lustfilled.

Tu slipped in under the sheets, Mark quickly following. Feeling the
embrace of the softness there in the bed sheet, moreso as he eased himself
straight into the line of Tu's body. He just as quickly took possession of
Tu's cock again, feeling Tu's hand on his own. Groaning as he pulled the
youth tight against him, perhaps a little too much so as the younger boy
grunted. Mark felt the needy desires burning in him, against him, as he
started to fist at Tu's floppy, thick cock. Feeling eventually as Tu
joined him. The boys lanky, muscular arm up about his body in an awkward
embrace. Exploring again.

"It feels good," Tu said quietly. 

The words sounded as if the younger boy needed to say it, to break the
silence. To make it ok to be doing it. But there was a lustful want in the
youths actions. Mark was scared how much he wanted it too. But more with
Tu, who was fifteen. Rather than the other boys of Break Mercenaries. Who
were all legal. Mark was scared how he wanted this, because Tu was the age
he was. It aroused him far beyond Tu's physical phinest. His intimidating
manhood. A fantasy he was acting on through luck and strange situation,
but which scared him no less for the fact.

Mark held Tu's muscular body close, tight. Feeling the waves of pleasure
sweeping over him as the youth pounded at his cock with the same
enthusiasm that he was of Tu's. Base, almost desperate strokes. Marks body
hot like fire as he felt his climax rushing at him too quickly. Making his
head thick with the sensations. He pushed Tu's hand roughly aside, taking
both cocks as the younger boy moaned in realization of what Mark intended
to do. Mark felt those hands rub greedily at his smooth, stocky body. Down
at his thick gut, air cooler at least than that between their bodies,
rushing to fill the gap.

Mark jacked hard at their two cocks, intimidated anew by Tu's size.
Pressed up against his own, it made him feel tiny. Like he was the
younger. Mark felt that hint of jealousy again at the youths far larger
cock. His own steel hardness felt like it did little to measure against
Tu's still soft hardness. A wetness made both of them slippery there. The
wet slurps of his fist joining the hot moans between them. He felt Tu
quiver and struggled lightly within his embrace, against his hot body. He
felt the sudden wet release against his stomach. Tu's cries loud. He
basked in the length of time that Tu's cock, his body, tightened and
released. Basking in that wetness.

Although already far too close himself, Mark forced his wet hand away from
their manhoods. Panting hotly against Tu's face, the youths expression
hot, surprised in an almost amusing way. As if he had never felt the
pleasure of a climax before. Mark moved about clumsily as he pushed back
the bed sheets. His eyes caught the wet streaks against Tu's muscular,
broad abs.

Pushing back one of Tu's long, lean thighs, Mark moved back down to
swallow at that still chubby length. Getting a yelp from the younger kid,
who instantly tried to push at his stocky shoulders. His voice was urgent
as Mark began to suck his pungent, still cum wet head into his mouth.
Driven by the lust unreleased in his own cock.

"Mark! Stop! Ouuuuchh!" 

Mark kept sucking wetly, already feeling the burn again in his jaw,
already too horny though to listen to the reason of his mere flesh. His
flesh alone reason why he continued to suck. He felt a strange thrill in
the unfamiliar taste of the younger boys cum, still wet on his thick head.
Tu's groans of tight protest fading to powerful moans again as his
oversensitive, just climaxed cock began to swell again in the presence of
new stimulation.

Sucking greedily, Mark found himself unable again to suck in little more
than the boys head. He embraced Tu's narrow hips, pulling the youth onto
his mouth as much as he could manage. The lanky youths pleasure filled
squirms made the task difficult, that massive head nudging deeper into
Marks greedy mouth. He knew already that he would have to be still horny,
still having not cum himself if he wanted to keep the thirst that he was
feeling for tasting Tu's seed. The hints of it would usually have turned
him aside, but his hard cock, throbbing painfully drove him onward.

Moving needfully, Mark felt his cock hit against Tu's face. He wanted the
youth to do what he was doing. At least try it. His mind hoping, praying,
deeper than even his lust that the youth would take the hint at the
closeness. He felt a tentative stroking, which became more full as the
youth started to moan deeply again. Lost in lust.

Marks mouth drooled thick saliva as he continued to suck and stroke. His
nose flared with the effort of his sucking. He kept his eyes closed, his
hand stroking along the too smooth length of the younger boys thighs and
calves. He needed this. Not necessarily sucking on his cock, but he needed
Tu's closeness. That it was his own crew, a friend, made it both easier
and more scarry to him. The thoughts of covering this all up barely
occurring to him as he sucked noisily at the teenagers huge dick. Young,
hard dick. His body silky like only a boy his age could be.

Tu's hands were already exploring his thick ass, something that Mark found
himself powerless to do much about. The hands lingered only a moment, as
his senses were blinded by the wetness that suddenly engulfed his cock.
The same eagerness that had seen Tu grope at his cock originally. To suck
and bite at his nipples. Mark moaned against the youths huge head,
something that drew yet another shudder of pleasure from his muscular
body.

Mark felt overcome quickly by the heat. His head dizzy again as his stocky
body ran with the razor passage of sweat drips. He felt choked as his lust
for the youth overcame him, as he tried to work more. Fueled by the
wetness about his own, Tu sucking with a new greed at his throbbing cock.
He felt himself buck within, prepared to shoot to the cool air. Instead
feeling the euphoria as Tu began to start swallowing shot after shot of
his thick climax. Mark wondered if he was passing out, as his dick faded,
the pleasure remaining in every inch of his softening cock.

A wetness filled his mouth. Sudden. The tight, lustful shouts of Tu's own
disbelief of pleasure pulling him to. Mark worked his throat to swallow,
not enjoying the salty thickness as much as he had hoped. Needful fantasy
not as fueled by the flames that his climax had partly stanched in their
wetness. He swallowed all the same, feeling the thickness claim his throat
like the presence in his mouth.

Easing back finally, he let out a woop as he gasped for air. Sucking it
in, feeling it run ragged into his lungs. His senses ablaze with maleness.
Seeing Tu laying there, seemingly exhausted. Blinking wordlessly up at the
ceiling. Mark pulled himself about. He could feel how wet the sheets were
beneath him, not just with their sweat. He wasn't sure what to do.

"Thanks," Tu said quietly. The younger boy looked up at him, as Mark felt
almost ashamed. But his words surprised him, soothed him. "I don't feel so
bad about not being at home now."

"Good." Mark put a firm, reassuring hand on the younger boys hot shoulder.
Deep down, it was ultimately what he wanted. He got up, wondering where
his tshirt had fallen.

"Can we do it again if I start feeling bad again?" Tu ventured, his voice
small again. It reminded Mark of how different he seemed from the brash
and loud youth he though he had known. Mark paused in consideration. Too
much of him had felt good about how it had felt.

"Yeah, bro, no doubt," Marks age came though as he quickly started to take
control again. "Get some sleep, Ill tell the boys you were just feeling
tired, ok?"

"I wont tell anyone," Tu said. Part of the youths own normal nature was
there.

"They don't need to know." Mark replied.

"Nah, they don't," said Tu, his voice sounding as firm as it might
normally. There was a definite tone in his voice.

Mark slipped up off the bed, finding himself steadying himself with a hand
again. Dizzy anew. He stooped down after a few moments to get his tshirt,
slipping it back on. Missing the thick streaks of cum that were lined up
his gut, for the wetness he felt elsewhere. Tu's words broke the sound of
their deep, needy breaths.

"Im glad you came to try find me."

"Yeah, I am too," Mark said.

"Im glad it was you."

Tu looked at him with those eyes that seemed to speak volumes more into
that one line. Mark quickly pulled on his boxers, sports pants. He stepped
into his shoes, almost as an after thought.

"Just get some sleep for now, ok, bro?" Mark had thoughts of his own that
he would have rather left silent for the time being. "Big day tomorrow.
Ill be back up in while. Just going to tell the boys where you were."

Tu nodded, and seemed to try and pull the sheets about his naked body a
little more comfortably. Mark felt the light almost, as he stepped out
away from the bed. The light from the window where he hadn't drawn the
curtain streaming like it was almost the sun in brightness against his
still slightly sweaty form. He paused only a moment at the bedside table
to sweep up the keys. Shove them in his pocket. Mark took a deep breath,
walking the short corridor to the door.

There was a resistance as he pulled the door open, feeling it push against
him. Mark glanced up in surprise, fear, as he saw the bigger form of their
supervision. Rua. The older maori smiled warmly. Mark pulled the door open
only enough to get out, nodding back towards the darkness within.

"Tu's in there, bro," he felt his cheeks flushing. He could smell the
thick scent of sex still pouring up off his body. "He just felt tired
after dinner."

The older man grinned a little, staring back into the darkness, before
glancing Mark over. Mark could feel those eyes, he felt like everything he
had done was written on every part of his body, for anyone to see if they
cared to look. Rua nodded, the door closing over lightly as he patted
Marks still somewhat damp shoulder. Mark couldnt believe he could feel any
more afraid. Any more guilty with what burned within him.

Mark raised his glance, words already forming. He tried to think how best
to explain the condition he was in, perhaps himself more than to the older
man. But Rua's dark eyes seemed calm, unquestioning.

"Cool. At least hes safe. The other boys are waiting for you downstairs."
Rua was already starting back down the hallway.

Mark nodded, letting out a hot breath of air. He started to follow his
mentor, the thoughts still as thick in his mind as the smell of sex on his
body. He did what he could to calm himself. To hide those fantasies made
reality.