"Son, come outside and help your father. We need to get the yard taken care of properly." A burly barrel chested man with a full beard asked.
"Sure thing Dad just give me a second to finish up this question on the assignment." Mark responded without looking up from his notebook. "No son, come and help me now." His Dad said with a hardened tone. Mark's hand holding his pencil over the notebook quaked. "Sure Dad y-yeah I'll c-come right away" he stumbled over his words.
As Mark was mowing the lawn his father stood behind him with his arms behind his back holding a switch. Every time that Mark overlapped the previous cut in the lawn by more than an inch, his father took out the switch and brought it down hard on the back of his shoulder. "Slap! That's sloppy work Mark, we don't do sloppy work in this family do we?" By the end of mowing the lawn Mark had to put ointment on the raised marks on his shoulders. His father was always so careful where he placed the marks on his body so that teachers and friends wouldn't ask questions; it'd be more difficult for them to notice.
'It wasn't always like this…" Mark thought to himself, it was later in the evening after the chores and his homework were all done. He sat in his room on a chair next to a small desk. He then turned the chair around so he could use his bed as a foot rest.
He thought to himself, 'I remember when dad was happy. I remember when my sister and mother still lived with us. Before Mom moved away with my older sister. Before his fucking drinking started….well I guess she left because it started.' Mark reached up to his shoulder gently rubbing the welts. His mind drifted as he thought of when his Mother used to rub his back after a hard day of football practice.
"Don't worry honey, the coach isn't trying to make it hard for you. He needs to make you guys work hard like this, so that you can learn and grow from your mistakes and practice instead of losing in the games." She always had a softer way of looking at things, nothing like his father, nothing like his critical and violent nature. More recently when they had lost one of their games his father had reacted almost in contrast to her soft and caring nature. "Didn't you see them when they threw the ball? Weren't you watching what the other teams players were doing? You have to pay more attention. No one's going to give you any freebies in life, Son. You have to reach out and take it from them. I had such high hopes for you, the next game don't you disappoint me. Sloppy, very sloppy work" His voice was seething with hatred as he said the word disappoint. Mark pulled out his cell phone and proceeded to read a text from the current girl he was with.
V: (Hey Loverboy xoxo what are you doing?)
Mark: (I'm just chilling in my room. you want to hook-up girl?)
V: (you know it wink)
Mark pulled on his jacket and slipped out of his room, and down the stairs. Careful to avoid the creaking third step. He had mapped his escape plan many times, navigating down the hall and past the living room. He peered carefully around the corner into the living room to confirm that his father had once again drank himself into a drunken stupor and fallen asleep on the couch. The sound from the television should be enough to cover any noise of his exit. When he was certain that his Dad was asleep, he carefully slipped out the front door and headed for the girl's house.
On the way he had time to think. Once again his thoughts slipped into the past, but this time he focused on the one person in his life that had always been there for him. Tyrion had always been someone he could rely on, talk to and joke around with. Someone he could use to escape from the turmoil of his homelife. The brother he never had.
"Hey what's your name? My name is Tyrion, but you can just call me Ty if you want." A young boy said to Mark when he was a timid first grade student. After that Tyrion and Mark were nearly inseparable throughout grade school. Whenever a bully would pick on Tyrion, Mark, who was large from a young age, would step in to protect him. In turn, whenever Mark was too shy to meet new people or afraid to be part of a group, Tyrion would always be there to guide him. They complimented each other's personality and helped each other along through grade school.
Mark arrived at his girlfriend's house. He climbed up the edge of the fence and onto the roof of the second story. Then gently, he tapped at her window. She opened it up with a seductive smile, pulled him forward and aggressively kissed him. Her tongue slipped quickly into his mouth as she pulled him towards her by his shirt collar. He climbed through the window kissing her back and then said breathing heavily, "I see someone missed me." Mark said, while gently tilting her chin upwards towards his face. "Have you been a good girl Vanessa? Oh I know you have. Allow me, a true gentleman, to show you my appreciation for how good you are."
Mark quickly hoisted her into the air placing her legs over his shoulders with her knees by his ears then laid her on the bed. "You know, I think I missed my dinner tonight. Would you allow me to partake in your fine cuisine?" He teased her breathing heavily against her thighs starting from her knee down towards her womanhood.
"Oh God yes Mark! Umm, I've been a very good girl." Vanessa reached to undo the button on her jeans. No sooner had she managed to undo the button then Mark carefully with his teeth grasped the zipper and pulled it down slowly while looking her in the eyes. Her eyelids fluttered with the anticipation and exhilaration of his movements. She could feel the heat of his breath pass over her as he brought his mouth down all the way to the bottom of the zipper.
"I don't think you're going to be needing these anymore" Mark started to remove her pants. "Let me help you out of them to make you more comfortable." Then pulled his shirt off immediately afterward, eliciting a gentle moan of approval from Vanessa's lips. Careful to face her at an angle to hide the marks on his shoulders.
Mark then returned to between her legs and she placed both her hands on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair shaking slightly. He slid his hand in the side of her panties. They were black lace with a red threaded trim. Gently moving them aside to expose her to himself. He gazed at her and said, "who needs to go to a museum when I have the perfect piece of art right here in front of me."
"Oh stop, you're too much," Vanessa giggled. Then he dived in like a man devoid of proper meals for years, finally able to dine on his favorite dish again. "Oh fuck yes!" Vanessa moaned.
Then Mark performed circles with his tongue inside of her vagina. He slipped his hand underneath the front of her panties and started to perform gentle slow circles across her clit. He adjusted his pace until Vanessa was bucking her hips against him.
"Mark fucking hell…oh yes…right there!" Vanessa could barely think as she felt her climax rising. She grasped onto his hair, pulling his face into her as he ate her out. He started to groan into her as he licked away, a deep throaty sound that made her legs start to shake. "Mark… fuck MARK!" Vanessa screamed his name and she orgasmed wetting him down to his chin and leaving a wet spot on the edge of her bed. Mark stood up and took a satisfying mental picture of her disheveled look after such a powerful orgasm.
After only a short moment to regain her composure, Vanessa sat up with a start and frantically removed Mark's belt and pants. "You know what Mark because of what you just did for me, I'm going to suck you absolutely dry." She pulled his pants down in one yank and released his girthy swollen member. Wasting no time she took him into her mouth and began rhythmically sliding him in and out at an even pace.
Mark moaned with appreciation, "Now…umm…wow Vanessa." He stroked her hair as she serviced him. Vanessa then decided it was time for her reward and pushed him down and past her throat until his length was entirely in her mouth. "Fuck im gonna…" Mark came in that moment convulsing with his pleasure as Vanessa greedily drank his essence. He hadn't lasted long, because pleasing women to Mark was nearly as pleasurable as receiving it from them.
"I need to freshen up. Wait for me, loverboy." Vanessa said as she walked to her bathroom door.
As she entered the bathroom, the usual hollow feeling that came after he was intimate with a woman welled up in Mark. He wasn't sure when it had started. He laid back on her bed and stretched out after redressing himself. He pondered some of the possibilities, "maybe when he had broken up with his first girlfriend in middle school Mary? No, that couldn't be it. Maybe it was his first one night stand, with the girl from the after party when his football team had won a tournament? No, it was earlier than that."
"Penny for your thoughts?" Vanessa said lying next to him and cuddling up to him.
"I was just thinking that nothing could make this night better." Mark kissed her "Now I have to get going babe. Early practice tomorrow. I don't want to stay and have to disturb your sleep after you've given me such a wonderful evening." He kissed her forehead then stood.
"I want to have another date soon, Mark." Vanessa said with wanton eyes as he was slipping back out the window he had come in.
"For sure. I'll call you tomorrow and we will make some plans." Mark gave her a warm smile as he closed the window then left her house.
He still had to hide, whenever he went over to her house, from her father because he didn't approve of their relationship at all. The man had said when he met Mark, "He has a look in his eyes that I just can't trust sweetie." Mark has been avoiding being seen by him ever since. Not that her father would approve in any way of what had just occurred in her bedroom. Mark chuckled to himself at the thought of him leaping out of her bedroom window in a hurry as her father frantically searched for him.
He made it home and found his Dad still in the same place on the couch snoring away. He crept back into his room, careful to avoid the creek step. He had a quick shower, then promptly fell asleep.