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One Word Series
by bigboobedcanuckChapter Eleven: Natural
So, Colin's not really in this and as you might suspect, Ephram is about to get busy with a stranger in the steam room. Yes, Ephram is only 15-years-old and the stranger is in his 20s. If this bothers you, look away now.
Oh, and as an FYI, I imagined the guy to look something like actor Paul Walker. Yum.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.
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“Well, don’t be shy. Come on in.”
Ephram clutched his towel tightly and willed his legs to move. He took a few tentative steps across the misty room and sat on the lower bench, a couple of feet to the man’s left. He thought he heard him chuckle under his breath.
“What’s your name?”
“Um, Ephram.” His face felt flushed from both embarrassment and the steam.
“Well, Um Ephram, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mark.” He sat up and reached his hand down. Ephram shook it quickly. “You here on vacation?”
“Not really. I live in a crap-hole town a few hours away. I’m just here for a couple of days with my family.”
“I came for a wedding, I’m going back home to Seattle tomorrow.”
“Oh. Cool.”
Silence settled over the room and Ephram fiddled with his towel, pulling loose strands free. Finally, Mark spoke. “You know, you get a better steam up here. Why don’t you come sit beside me?”
Ephram’s pulse raced. “Okay.” He pulled himself up onto the upper bench.
Mark smiled reassuringly. “Don’t look so nervous. A good steam will help you relax.”
Ephram nodded mechanically. “Uh huh.”
Mark laughed. “Look kid, it’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, that’s not my scene.”
“No! I mean…I um..want to. I’m just…not very, um….”
Mark put his hand on Ephram’s shoulder. “It’s okay, I get it. You look like you’re about to face a firing squad.” His hand was warm and Ephram felt a tingle up his spine at the contact. Mark’s hand moved around to the back of Ephram’s neck. “You just need to relax.” He kneaded the tense muscles with his fingers.
Ephram’s breathing was shallow and his mind raced. Was he actually going to do this? Then Mark was leaning in and Ephram realized he was about to be kissed by a perfect stranger.
A thrill ran through him.
His lips parted and Mark’s tongue slipped into his mouth. They kissed and Ephram leaned into him, Mark’s fingers skipping lightly down his spine.
Mark’s tongue danced around his and Ephram pressed his body closer. Finally, he had to pull back to gasp in a breath. Mark smiled. “Feeling more relaxed?” Ephram nodded and he imagined his expression must have been fairly comical. Mark laughed softly and then his lips were moving down Ephram’s neck.
He moved gracefully to his knees on the lower bench in front of Ephram, his towel folded under him. His hands roamed over Ephram’s body and he sucked one of Ephram’s nipples into his mouth. Ephram bit his lip to stifle a moan. His hands grasped Mark’s shoulders awkwardly.
Mark sucked and licked the other nipple and Ephram’s breath grew more laboured. Mark’s head dipped lower and his tongue dipped into Ephram’s belly button, as his hands pulled Ephram’s bathing suit down his hips.
Although he had just come not ten minutes before in the whirlpool, he was hard again. Mark swirled his tongue over the tip of his cock, and Ephram gasped. His body was slick with sweat and he shivered with pleasure. Then Mark’s hot mouth was surrounding him, his tongue doing things that Ephram hadn’t known were possible.
It had felt good when Colin had sucked him, but this…this was….Ephram’s thought trailed off, and he imagined Colin, on his knees in front of him. Suddenly he was coming hard in Mark’s mouth. He cried out and slumped back on the wall, his breath coming in gasps, his eyes closed.
He opened them to find Mark licking his lips and smiling. Ephram flushed. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it, I would have warned you…”
“Don’t worry about it, kid.” He pulled himself up and sat beside Ephram, who was still catching his breath. Mark smiled again and leaned his head back against the wall. Ephram closed his eyes and sighed. His eyes opened and he looked at Mark again, his gaze drifting downward. Mark was hard, and he stroked himself slowly.
“That was…um…wow. But I’ve never…I don’t know how…” Ephram stammered.
“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to. But if you want to learn…”
Ephram pulled up his bathing suit and took a deep breath, kneeling in front of him before he could change his mind, folding his towel under his knees as Mark had done. So, this was it.
He was actually going to do it.
“Just start slowly, don’t try to take too much, or you’ll choke.”
Ephram nodded and leaned forward. He tentatively swirled his tongue around the tip, trying to mimic Mark’s earlier actions. It tasted…it tasted like nothing else he’d ever experienced. Like pure sex, he thought, stupidly. He sucked the head into his mouth and the musky smell, combined with the steam was heady.
“That’s it, you’re doing great.” Mark stroked Ephram’s hair gently. “Now try and take a little more and…ow!” Ephram bolted back.
“I’m sorry!”
Mark smiled. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You just have to watch your teeth.” He laughed and urged Ephram forward again. “Cover your teeth with your lip. Like this.” Mark demonstrated, and Ephram followed suit. He lowered his head again and sucked Mark further into his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Mark moaned and Ephram experimentally ran his tongue along the underside of the shaft. “Oh yeah, you’re a natural, kid.” Now use your hand as well…yeah, like that. Now suck harder...yeah, you've got it.” Ephram moved his head up and down and savoured the sensation of Mark’s cock in his mouth. He moved lower and suddenly he was gagging and he sat back quickly.
“Careful, just take it easy. You’ll get used to it eventually.”
“Sorry.” Ephram coughed. He caught his breath and then continued as he had before, taking care not to swallow him too deeply. Eventually Mark’s breathing grew ragged and his fingers tightened in Ephram’s hair.
Abruptly he pulled Ephram’s head up and jerked his cock a few times, coming against his chest and moaning loudly. Ephram watched him in fascination.
“Damn, you’re a quick study. You sure you haven't done that before?” Mark pulled Ephram up beside him and kissed him soundly. He slung an arm around his shoulder and held him close. They both relaxed against the wall, replete.
After a few minutes of contented silence, Mark spoke again. “I probably shouldn’t ask this, but how old are you, anyway?”
“If I say eighteen, will you believe me?”
Mark cocked an eyebrow. “I highly doubt it.”
“Fifteen.”
He shook his head. “You could get me in a lot of trouble, kid. But I just couldn’t resist, you looked so…well, hot in that hot tub.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Ephram laughed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“Hey, I’m serious. I don’t blow just anyone in the steam room.”
Ephram fidgeted uncomfortably. “You…you really think I’m…like, good looking?”
Mark smiled. “Yeah, I really do.” He leaned over and kissed him, sucking Ephram’s lower lip into his mouth. He pulled back and grinned. “Take it from me, kid, you won’t have any trouble finding other guys to practice your technique on.”
Then his expression darkened and he continued, “but hey, be careful, okay? I realize this sounds…well, fairly ridiculous coming from me at this point, but don’t go making a habit of this. You might get more than you bargained for.”
“I will. Be careful, I mean.”
“There are a lot of men out there who would just love to take advantage of a cute little twink like you. Just watch yourself.”
“Okay.” His father’s words about being careful flitted through Ephram’s mind. But…did people use condoms for blow jobs? He thought about asking Mark, but stayed silent.
“Come on, we should go hit the showers before the cleaning crew comes in and gets a surprise.”
Ephram quickly stepped out of his bathing suit and slung his towel around him as Mark had. The shower room had stalls with glass doors and Mark pulled him into one near the back of the room and turned the water on.
They both shampooed their hair and then Mark soaped him up playfully. “Here, let me do your back.” He turned Ephram around and ran his hands down to his buttocks. Ephram sighed back towards him, lulled by the hot water and the time spent in the steam room.
“Hey, Mark?”
Mark’s hands moved up and down Ephram’s back. “Hmm?”
“Did you mean what you said before? About me being…a natural? I mean, I’m sure you were probably just being nice…”
“Ephram, I meant it. You’re going to make some guy back in your hometown very, very happy.”
Ephram thought of Colin with a pang, but the image evaporated as Mark pulled him flush against his body. He kissed Ephram’s neck and pulled lightly on his ear, one hand gliding over Ephram’s chest and stomach.
Then he whispered, “you’ve got the most beautiful ass.” Ephram felt like he was buzzing all over as Mark’s other hand caressed his buttocks. “I guess you’ve never been fucked before, huh?” He slipped one soapy finger inside Ephram.
He gasped and shook his head. Mark’s finger moved inside him and his voice was in his ear. “Come upstairs and I’ll show you how good it can be.” He sucked on Ephram’s neck and his free hand stroked Ephram's cock, which was hardening yet again.
Mark slipped a second finger inside and Ephram panted. He whispered in his ear again. “What do you say?” Ephram tried to focus, but couldn’t. He could feel Mark’s cock against his ass and at that moment he wanted nothing more than for Mark to fuck him right and then and there.
“Ephram?”
He jumped a mile at the sound of his father’s voice in the outer change room and Mark pulled away. “Dad?” His heart pounded so forcefully he thought he might pass out. “I’m just getting out of the shower, I’ll be there in a second!” Ephram gasped for air and his eyes were like saucers when he turned to Mark, who smiled.
“Maybe next time, kid,” he whispered. He kissed him quickly and then turned off the water and pushed Ephram out the door. Ephram wrapped his towel back around his waist and hoped his father wouldn’t notice his partial erection. He walked into the main room where his father stood, waiting.
“I just got a little worried, you were gone for a long time.”
“Was I? Sorry, I guess I didn’t notice.” They stood and looked at each other.
Andy smiled quizzically. “Everything okay?”
Ephram nodded rapidly. “Uh huh! Everything’s fine.”
“Okay. Ready to go upstairs?” He looked over at Ephram’s t-shirt and shoes on the change room bench. “Where’re your trunks?”
Ephram’s breath caught in his throat and he was momentarily paralyzed. Finally, he swallowed and said, “I must have hung them up by the shower. I’ll just be a second.”
“Okay.” His father still wore a slightly puzzled smile.
Ephram went back around the corner into the shower room and quickly picked up his suit from the floor.
Andy called from the other room, “so, did you have a good swim?”
Mark peered out from the stall and smirked. Their eyes locked. Ephram spoke loudly enough for his father to hear, but never took his eyes from Mark's. “Yeah, I had a really good time. It was…amazing.”
Andy’s voice floated back. “Amazing, huh? Well, that’s nice to hear. They must have good facilities.”
“Yeah. The best.” Ephram returned Mark's smirk and then turned away and went back to where his father waited.
Upstairs in his room, adjacent to his father and Delia’s, Ephram lay in bed for a long time before he slept, replaying the events of the evening in his head endlessly.
He wondered which room Mark was in, and grinned into the darkness.(c) everfic. cue edna's voice: i don't own squat, private.
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