Mark Me (6 page)

“He’s not old enough,” Dimitri rudely answered for him. He took his hand and pulled him down the darkening streets.

“Hey, what did you do that for?” Eli asked. “She was inviting me in.”

“And what do you assume would happen once you got inside that club?”

“I’d get a lap dance,” Eli answered with a pout.

“If her shorts were any shorter you’d see her pussy,” Dimitri said angrily.

“Exactly,” Eli said. “Every young man’s dream.” Dimitri jerked him roughly around a dark corner, pushed him into an alley, and stuck his hands down Eli’s pants. “A half-naked woman just propositioned you and you don’t even have an erection. Face it.

The only ass you’re going to see wiggling in your face is mine. And if you want me to give you a lap dance, just say it.” He leaned in and kissed him passionately while stroking his cock. It grew hard as a rock in Dimitri’s hand.

“Damn, damn, damn,” he cursed as he freed himself from Dimitri.

He re-entered Bourbon Street and walked angrily toward the tattoo shop. He hated the fact that Dimitri just called his bluff. He hadn’t expected him to stick his hands down his pants. And just because he’d gotten a raging erection, didn’t mean he wanted to be screwed by Dimitri, or have his cock sucked until he screamed either.

“I’m sorry,” Dimitri said, catching up with him. “I didn’t mean to do something like that to you. I really like you, and I shouldn’t make you feel like a cheap one-night stand.”

“No you shouldn’t,” Eli said, continuing to walk. He was afraid to look at Dimitri. Afraid he might see the truth. They arrived at the tattoo parlor. Dimitri opened the door and they walked inside. Dimitri turned on the light, closed the door, and walked over to his work station. He began taking out towels and chemicals.

“You’ll have to take off your pants and lie on the table,” he told Eli.

Eli nodded and slipped out of his sneakers while Dimitri locked the door.

“Greer and Jose shouldn’t be returning tonight, but I don’t want to take any chances of them walking in and catching you in your BVDs.

You’re nervous enough as it is.”

“Thank you,” Eli said. He didn’t feel so brave any more now that the truth had come out and bared itself on a dark street corner. He was gay, and the man who proved it to him was about to see his naked ass and remove his brand off it.

“Come on, let’s get this over with so I can take you home,” Dimitri said.

Eli undid his belt and lowered his zipper. He stepped out of his pants and underwear with his back to Dimitri. He turned around slowly.

“Oh, shit kid,” Dimitri said, eyeing him hungrily. “You’re hung like a horse when aroused.”

Eli tried to cover his erection with his shirt. He lowered his head in shame and tears seeped down his cheek.

“Oh shit,” Dimitri said again. He came from around the table and wrapped his arms around him, placing a tender kiss on the side of his head.

“I don’t want to be gay,” Eli cried. “I want to get married and have babies.”

“Don’t you think I wanted those things too?” Dimitri asked. “But I’ve accepted the fact that I’m attracted to men and there’s nothing I can do or say that will ever change the fact.” Eli continued to cry, trying to block out Dimitri’s words and the lusty thoughts going through his head as Dimitri’s cologne worked its way through his nervous system.

“I did a lot more crying than you when I found out.” Eli wrapped his arms around Dimitri’s waist and laid his head against his chest. “It’s just not fair.” His body shook off the last of the sorrow, but his cock still wouldn’t go down. He tried to cover it again with his hands as the embrace broke.

Dimitri chuckled. “Let me wipe off those tattoos and then I’ll get you some ice for your angry cock.”

“Wipe off my tattoos?” Eli asked. “I thought you had to laser them off.” He climbed up on the table and lay down on his stomach.

He grimaced when his cock made contact with the cold table.

“They aren’t permanent. I used henna.”

“Henna? Not permanent?”

“No. I couldn’t do that to you. Your friends were playing a joke on you and I didn’t have the right to mark you without your permission. They would have worn off in about a week or so.” Dimitri went to work wiping his name from Eli’s butt. “Turn over so I can remove the other one.”

Eli turned over on his back, and Dimitri rubbed his skin with the towel. Some of the cold liquid seeped between his legs. Eli shuddered.

Dimitri’s hand accidently brushed his dick. He didn’t stop working or gave any indication that he meant to do it on purpose.

“There, it’s all gone.” He ran his hand over Eli’s clean pelvic area and Eli moaned.

“Are you sure you’re eighteen?” Dimitri asked, continuing to rub Eli’s skin. “You hardly have any hair down there and your skin is so soft.” His voice cracked.

“I have to shave most of it off when I swim,” Eli said, enjoying the way Dimitri’s fingers moved across his skin.

Dimitri’s hand moved down lower. “I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t seem to stop myself.” He grasped Eli’s dick and wrapped his fingers around it.

Eli sat up with a start and moaned.

Dimitri continued to masturbate him and then his dick disappeared into the man’s mouth.

Eli gazed down, groaned and sank back down on the table. “What are you doing?”

“It’s called fellatio,” Dimitri mumbled.

Eli groaned. He knew that. He stopped fidgeting but remained nervous.

Dimitri went back down on him, sucking gently and massaging his balls. He made a wet, slurping noise when he lifted his head again.

The sound made Eli hot and bothered. And he nearly lost it as Dimitri opened his mouth and took every inch of his dick in. “You taste so good.”

“Oh!” Eli shouted as Dimitri palmed his wet cock and started vigorously masturbating him. His butt lifted from the table and Dimitri went back down on him, sucking, stroking, and sending such wonderful sensations through his body.

Eli relaxed his legs and concentrated on breathing. The more he tried the more he found himself panting and sweating.

Dimitri pulled at his balls and then slipped a finger inside of him.

Eli gasped and shot his load into Dimitri’s mouth. “Ah! Damn.” Dimitri released him and swallowed.

“You swallowed!”

“That’s what you’re supposed to do, stupid.” He wiped his mouth on one of the clean towels and then walked over to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. “Believe it or not, rich, preppy cum is delicious.” He drank some of the water.

Eli laughed, groaned, and clutched his aching stomach. He sat up and found Dimitri gazing at him. Eli gulped. “What does your cum taste like?”

Dimitri sat the bottle of water down, took his hand and helped him off the table. “I’ve been told mine tastes like beer,” he said as he led Eli upstairs to his apartment. “I think I must tell you that I am a very selfish lover. I don’t share my sperm with just anyone. So consider yourself lucky.”

“Huh?” Eli asked as Dimitri pulled him into his bedroom and pushed him on the bed.

Dimitri removed the last remaining article of clothing from Eli’s body, his shirt, and glared down at him. “Did I stutter? I am about to make you mine. I want you trembling beneath me as I thrust into your hot, little ass.”

Eli whimpered. There was that word again.

“Oh my,” Dimitri said as he looked down at Eli as he lay on his bed amongst his pillows. He hoped, but never dreamed, the young man’s body would be so fantastic. Eli had slim hips, six-pack abs, and a tiny waist. Eli rolled over on his stomach, giving him a glimpse of his backside.

Dimitri gasped and bit his bottom lip. “Your ass is to die for.” Eli rolled back over to his back and sat up. “Now let me see you,” he said cockily.

Dimitri tried to pull off his shirt.

Eli stopped him. “No, you promised me a lap dance.” Dimitri raised a blond eyebrow. “You rotten bugger.” He helped Eli off the bed and sat him down in an armless chair. He found a song on the stereo and Eli looked totally shocked as he began to dance for him. Dimitri removed the shirt, revealing his stunning Asian body art Greer had done. He didn’t say a word, keeping his eyes focused on Eli as he wiggled his hips and shook his butt to the saucy Latin song. He smiled, recalling the numerous times he’d done this routine when he was a stripper on Bourbon Street. He put his finger on the waist of his pants, drawing Eli’s attention downward. If he wanted a show, he’d give him one.

Dimitri unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his hips. He stepped out of them, without pausing, and walked over to the chair, clad only in a pair of black bikini briefs. “Ready, partner?” he asked as he did a bump and grind in front of Eli. He looked down between Eli’s legs. His answer bobbed wickedly in front of him like a cobra.

He turned his back and shook his bottom over Eli’s lap, exposing a little of his behind. He teased the young man by turning around and pretending to screw him in the seat. Dimitri reached down and raised Eli’s chin with a finger. “Do you like what you see?” Eli nodded absently, not taking his eyes off Dimitri.

Dimitri moved away from Eli, and slid the briefs down. Tiny, blond pubic hairs appeared first.
Just a little tease
. He turned his back to Eli again and slid the briefs down, revealing his ass. He stepped out of the briefs and then turned around to face him just as the song ended.

Eli smirked. “A violinist, a tattoo artist, and stripper. What a colorful job history. My parents are going to love you.” His gaze ran lazily over Dimitri’s body and landed on his cock.

Dimitri grinned as he made his cock swing. “Get ready, preppy.

I’m going to use this to make you scream.” Eli quickly raised his gaze, gulped, and nodded. “What an interesting tattoo.”

“Want to lick it?”

Eli looked away shyly.

“Oh, don’t go all frilly on me, Eli, my sweet. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He held out his hand. “You can do anything you want in my bed. I won’t tell.”

Eli placed his hand into Dimitri’s hand, rose, and followed him over to the bed. Dimitri sat down and Eli pushed him back and laid his head against the tattoo. “I’m scared,” he said. “My brain keeps saying no, but my heart keeps telling me to go for it.”

“Listen to your heart,” Dimitri said. “You can’t go wrong.” Eli licked at his tattoo, tracing the pattern with his tongue.

“I’m yours,” Dimitri said. “Do what you want to do.” Eli climbed over him and moved his mouth down Dimitri’s body.

His hand rubbed Dimitri’s abs as he lowered his head and captured his dick in mouth.

Dimitri whimpered this time as Eli’s warm mouth claimed him.

The music in the background set the mood as Eli lost every bit of his nervousness and used his mouth to stimulate him. Dimitri shoved his fingers into Eli’s thick hair and tugged lightly. His back arched as Eli ran his tongue up and down both sides of the shaft. “Suck on it, baby.”

Eli opened his mouth and went down on his length. He gagged a little but soon got the hang of how to maneuver.

Dimitri rolled his hips.

Eli gasped and covered his knob in saliva.

Dimitri chuckled, pulled Eli to him in a sixty-nine position, and buried his head between Eli’s legs.
What an ass.
He reached up and fingered the tiny hole.

Eli moaned but did not stop trying to suck him to death.

Dimitri lifted his head, pulled Eli toward him and ran his tongue up the crack of the young man’s behind. He half expected Eli to bolt, but when he didn’t, he continued teasing the hole. He wet a finger with salvia and pushed the tip inside. This did get Eli’s attention.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you ready. This is virgin territory. You need a little prepping, preppy.”

Eli groaned at his joke.

Dimitri slapped him on the backside playfully and went back to work on stretching Eli’s rectum.

“Ouch,” Eli moaned as the finger entered him.

Dimitri added more spit to help work the finger in deeper.

Eli gasped, this time from pleasure. “My cock is getting so hard.” Dimitri reached forward and stroked it with his other hand.

Eli trembled as Dimitri simultaneously screwed him in the butt with the finger and masturbated him.

Dimitri introduced a second finger and Eli nearly sprang off the bed. He chuckled. “I think I’m going to need some lubrication if I want to get through this little thing.” He bucked Eli off him. “You’re still too tight.” He walked into the bathroom for lube and rubbers and returned already suited up in a condom.

Eli eyed him curiously. “It’s black.” Dimitri looked down at the rubber. “Adds a little flavor to the mix.”

Eli’s top lip curved into a gnarly, little snarl. “Dream on.”

“Roll over and present tail, smart guy,” Dimitri told him.

Eli obediently rolled over and knelt. He presented his buttocks to Dimitri. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” Dimitri crawled between his legs, opened the lube, and squeezed some on his fingers. “No,” he said as he introduced two fingers into Eli’s butt.

Eli yelped. “You lie.”

Dimitri laughed and worked the fingers in and out until he found Eli’s prostate.

“Ooh,” Eli moaned as the hurting turned into pleasure. “I think I can get used to this.” He groaned again. “Maybe not.” Dimitri removed his fingers, mounted Eli’s hips, and guided his dick to the tiny, pink opening. Seconds later he slipped the head inside.

Eli moved around beneath him.

“I like this song,” Dimitri said, trying to distract Eli as he inched a little more into him. He gasped as the sheath opened and accepted him. The song provided good humping music, and the pillow drowned out Eli’s groans.

Dimitri smirked as he spread Eli’s butt cheeks and rode his hips.

His dick moved in and out the greasy hole with ease now. Eli got into the groove, backing up on him in a rhythmic manner. Sweat poured from both their bodies as they screwed. He stopped riding Eli, withdrew, and slid out.

Eli flopped down on his stomach. “I’m still hard.”

“I’m about to remedy that,” Dimitri said, flipping him over on his back and crawling between his legs again. “I want to fuck you senseless.” He leaned forward for a kiss.