Mark Me, Shawn Bailey [classic novels for teens .TXT] 📗

danced on stage in the strip clubs they passed. He wasn’t old enough to enter but that didn’t mean he couldn’t sneak a peek like a healthy eighteen year old. One of the ladies came out one of the clubs and walked around him. “Hey sweet thing.” She wore a pair of short shorts that left very little to the imagination and a cutoff T-shirt that displayed most of her breasts. “Want to come in for a lap dance?”

“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