“If it starts to hurt, tell me and I will stop… okay Mark?”
“I mean it. I don’t want to start touching you and you holding it in because this is something you want. I don’t like the idea of it being unbearable.”
“Promise me. Okay?” Mark nodded his agreement.
“We don’t know why I can touch you… or for how long.” He ran his fingers up Mark’s collar and across to the other arm.”
Mark shivered with excitement. “It feels nice, but can you do it like before?”
“What do you mean?”
“Where, you just grabbed me hard by the arm pressing on my skin heavily.”
“Oi, How can I do that again? I didn’t know you had a phobia of human touch before!” High said startled.
Mark reached and grabbed for Highs hand on his shoulder and brought it down slowly lifting his own shirt with Highs hand, then he slid High’s hand under his shirt to rest on his toned abs. He blinked up at him watching High closely, as High watched him use High’s hand to explore his own belly. Mark ran High’s hand higher near his nipples. His breath quickened as the fingertips brushed over the sensitive skin.
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“I don’t think I should keep touching you. I think it’s having a different effect on me than it is for you….” High’s voice came out breathless and slightly strangled.
Mark looked at him and swallowed hard.
“I… I like men…” High said softly. “So this is a bit much for me, even though I want to help you. Maybe we should stop here. Okay?”
“I am no saint. I don’t know how good I am at resisting this kinda temptation.”
“Maybe we can stop here, start again another day.” High’s voice squeaked as Mark pressed his hand onto High’s belly.
“But how will I know all the places I can be touched if we don’t explore them?”
High’s voice choked on air for a moment and his mouth hung open. Mark stared at him, blinking.
“I know where this is going, or I think I know where it may be leading. I am not an idiot. But I also figure I have to try everything to figure out what I can’t handle right? So I may have to push the limits this one time. For research purposes.”
“And you did say that you would help me figure it out.”
High paused, clearly unable to form a sentence. “Well, I am not wrong am I?” Mark asked.
“We can start later some other time.” High repeated trying to get up. But Mark grabbed him and pulled him down to the floor with him.
The force of the pull dragged both of them to the ground. Mark had pulled High down so quickly that he had no choice but to throw out his arms in their natural direction onto all fours so that he was straddling him on the floor. Mark reached up and wrapped his arms around High’s neck and stared into his face.
“I have never liked anyone before a man or woman. But I like this.”
“And… and I have seen you on campus and thought you were handsome, good looking, and cute.” Mark said in response.
High’s mouth opened, but no words could come out. Mark sucked in his lower lip, his heart was beating fast and he was getting tingly in all very new and exciting places that he rather enjoyed quite a lot.
Mark could smell the lake around them in the room’s air, it permeated the room from their clothes, but it also smelt like the grass and the trees.
Mark looked down noticing how dirty they still were. High’s shirt and shorts a mess that was breaking off in dried bits of dirt that fell onto the linoleum floor.
High looked down as if realizing it too. They both were still fairly dirty and Mark could still feel the muck on him, clinging to his skin in certain places on his own body, and he was sure that the same feeling was attacking High under his clothes too.
It made him want to remove all of High’s clothes. Every last piece.
Mark smiled at his own naughty thought. And he looked up into High’s hair to avoid High seeing his facial expression change.
Mark noticed that High’s hair had become a bit fluffy from drying and he realized they really needed to get clean. But it didn’t stop him from wanting to stare up at High and enjoy the moment.
“Maybe we should do something about all this muck?” High asked.
Mark smiled lightly.
‘Cleaning up with you… sounded very fun, and arousing, but he didn’t want to tell High that.’
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