The following story is fiction or is it? It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story.


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STRAIGHT MARKY ...PART2


Hey guys, WOW, I can’t believe all the supportive emails I’ve received in such a short amount of time. Thanks to all. So, here's the continuation of "Straight Marky."

Ok, after dropping Marky off at his house, I went back home and got some much needed sleep. A couple of hours into my "coma", I heard the doorbell ringing and knocking on the door at the same time non-stop.... PISSING ME OFF! I opened the door cussing like you wouldn’t believe and there standing before me was.... yep, you guessed it...Marky. Still half asleep and sober now it all came back to me suddenly what had happened the night before. It was all too much to grasp at once, all kinds of shit were running through my brain...what had happened...why was he here at my door...he knows what happened and he's pissed... he told his parents...he's gonna kick my ass. Well, what seemed like forever, standing at the door in my boxers and not saying anything, Marky spoke up and snapped me back to reality. He said "hey Jeff, I’m ready to work". What the hell was he talking about? Then I remembered that we had talked about him doing some yard work for me so he could make a little spending money. Fuck, who was the one fucked up last night now? I told him to come in and explained how I forgot all about it but still wanted him to do the job. I let him in and excused myself to the other room to get on some shorts. I told him to make himself at home and I’d be back in a few. When I got back, he was eager to get to work. I was feeling weird cause of what had happened the night before, knowing he was straight and all, but he didn’t seem any different acting towards me. Was he really that drunk and didn’t remember? Well, that’s what I convinced myself to believe...I had to, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to act right in front of him.

We got busy working in the yard, he trimmed the hedges, mowed the lawn, edged and weeded the flowerbeds. I ended up working right along with him forgetting that I was paying him to do all the work. We worked in the yard all day and before I knew it, the day had all but gone. The sun was setting and Marky had worked up an awesome sweat all day. He had taken off his shirt earlier in the day and I just drooled over his fucking hot slim body. He had on these baggy satin type soccer shorts that went down to his knees, black socks and some black K-Swiss shoes. Mmmm, he looked good.

Damn, sorry, I got side tracked...

Anyway, at the end of the day we were sitting on the front porch and I went to get us a couple of beers and we sat and admired what we had accomplished in the yard. We talked about hanging out the night before with the other guys and all the fun