Chapter Thirty-Nine: The End of Mark, Part One: Rapture

The year was 2008 and after almost 30 years together, me and Mark took a much needed vacation. But that would be the last thing we would ever do together. The end of Mark began when we took a trip to visit the family of the wife of Mark's brother in Santa Barbara, California. Julius, Mark, Amy and I took a trip and we were having a great time. Santa Barbara is simply stunning. The trip would be a needed one since Tower Records had finally closed and I was forced into the restaurant industry to make a living and I needed a break.

During this trip me and Mark would experience for the last time, ever, us making love. And this chapter will be dedicated to that last time. The last time started on the beaches of Santa Barbara. We took a small picnic lunch, some towels, portable cd player, and umbrella and set up a small area on the beach so we could relax. We started people watching and looking at the beautiful men and women walking by. I got out a magazine I was reading but I would look up to admire Mark and the view of his body. His cock was very erect in his shorts and he didn't attempt to hide it. He sat up facing me and he began rubbing suntan lotion on his body. Then he reached in and rubbed the lotion on his cock and balls. I started giggling, but was hungry, and took out of the ice chest the salad and sandwiches I made for us and we both ate our lunch but I kept looking down at his crotch and it always amazed me on how fucking huge Mark was. And I was getting hot, I decided to take a small swim in the ocean.

After swimming for a little bit, I walked back to our spot and grabbed a towel and dried off. I lay back with a sigh and looked down and noticed ants had gathered around my belly button and my chest and some were going in between my legs and I stood to dust them off with my towel and we both realized we set up camp on top of an anthill. We decided to go back to the hotel and get really hot...

After getting back to the hotel, I put on a new album I just bought by an artist by the name of iiO called Poetica. And decided to hit repeat for my favorite song on the album, called Rapture, and this would be the very last song me and Mark would ever make love to. Because in one month after us making love in that motel room, Mark would be dead. But our love making would be different than normal, for we had been enjoying a new activity called edging.

That last night in the hotel room, Mark slowly came up and started to rub my shoulders and it worked in starting to get me feeling good and horny and he turned me around and started to get my shorts off from the beach, and a few ants came out of my shorts...gross. But I could feel his hands gliding down my legs and I stepped back to see him standing there naked already. I was just in my socks by this time. He asked me to lie down on the bed. He at this time would proceed to tie me down.

I felt Mark start tying the rope around my wrists and pulling them tight and then proceeded to my ankles tying them down as well. When he was done, I was stretched out on all fours, with a boner pointing straight up at the ceiling. The final thing he did was put a blindfold on me so I could only focus on my body and the sensations it would soon be feeling.

As the song "Rapture" continued playing in the background, I suddenly felt something cold drop onto my chest, then felt more drops and I could then feel Mark's hands on me, spreading the lotion over my body, giving me a nice massage. I jumped when he stimulated a ticklish area, but tried not to make a sound. I felt more drops on my hands and legs and him slowly massaging the oil into them. My cock was still hard as a rock but he was ignoring it.

I decided to just relax and enjoy the attention. Then caught by surprise, I felt drops on my cock. It was cold and cock started precumming in anticipation of getting attention. Mark then wrapped his hand and slowly stroked, spreading the lotion, it felt great and I was in a heightened state of arousal. After getting stroked, I felt a new sensation, my cock felt like it entered something warm, humid and moist. Mark was sucking me. He was licking the underside of the head of my dick like a popsicle. That part is super sensitive and felt myself close to cumming. When I increased my breathing, Mark pulled away, creating the need to cum, but also wanting it to last.

Then he started doing something that made it a bit uncomfortable, I felt something trying to enter my piss slit and I tried to take it but it wasn't nice so asked what he was doing and he said he was trying to fuck my piss slit with a Q-Tip and I told him to stop and he did. He went back to stroking my cock again, slowly. I felt him lie next to me, then felt him start to lick my right nipple. This got me close again. The music was still going, and it had been about an hour since we started. I really wanted to cum and I felt Mark wanted me to cum too, because he increased the speed of him stoking my cock.

Then he started sucking me again. He started rubbing the head of my dick and my breaths got more intense and I was sweating more. I then felt tingling which signaled that I was going to shoot. I gave Mark a warning. He kept going, this was it, I was going to get to cum, finally. I let out a huge grunt, and started to cum in Mark's mouth. I could feel the pressure of my cum shooting into his mouth and Mark was draining me dry, swallowing all my cum. I was shaking and totally spent. Mark's turn to cum, now.

He took off my blindfold and stood over my chest and started stroking his dick, finally I could tell looking into his eyes, he was going to cum and then fell down onto my chest, just in time to start shooting his cum all over my face. It started shooting into my hair, my eyes, my nose and finally he shoved his cock into my mouth. And blasted the last of his sweet-salty cum juice...all over my chest.

Finally, we laid down and started to go to sleep. But before I went over to CD player and turned it off, and in that time, Mark had already fallen asleep. As I walked over to the hotel bed, I heard a strange gurgling noise coming from his mouth and breath, and thought great, he is catching a cold. Ugh, I hate colds. But sadly, this would not be a cold, but would be the beginning of the end of Mark. And this would be the very last time I would ever have sex again with Mark.