A Special ~ From Mark with Love

Awkward moments. All this family brought me from the moment I first met them was awkward moments. From the first day I saw Kelly at the gala it had been one strange ride. I had never met a more daring woman, and honestly I hoped I never would again.

Many thought I was crazy for saying yes to marry Kelly, but at the time I hadn't had any good reason to say no. She was beautiful, smart, and had been amazingly nice to me. I couldn't see past her mask. Not until her son had ripped it off her time and again.

Her son. Now that was a whole lot of awkward. Not just in the teenage boy drama, growing up kind. He was just as crazy as his mother, but in all the best ways possible. He had no filter. He took wild chances. He fell in love with... me.

If I had one regret in all of this, it was that I didn't meet Greg first. Just the thought of our first meeting when he had laid all of Kelly's lies out on the table without flinching... gives me chills. He had thrown my life upside down in a second.

Suddenly I had troubles trusting my own wife. I didn't think it was possible that someone could live so deeply in their own made up world like she had. She believed he was in the wrong for telling me all that. She thought I wouldn't care about any of it.

I did care, but not about her age or her son. I cared that she lied to me right from the start. I cared that she continued to lie to me, right up to the moment I said it was enough. Why some people think it's okay to string another person along like that, I'll never understand.

But in the end, I guess it was all worth it. If I hadn't been strung along by Kelly, I might never have met the love of my life. Greg. Wonderful, eccentric, talented Greg. The boy who made me question my own sanity.

I felt drawn to him. I loved spending time with him even if we weren't talking. He shared my enjoyment of video games, didn't make a face when I put my feet on the coffee table, and loved my cooking.

If I had known... well, the past is past. Now, I am one divorced but not single man living the dream. Back in the apartment that I loved, with a man who made my heart flutter when he smiled at me. A person who understood what it meant to commit.

My phone rang in my pocket and I took it out with a quick glance before answering it. I could hear noise in the background and held the phone away from my ear. There was talking, but no one had said anything to me yet.

"Hello?" I asked carefully. "Greg, is that you?"

"Mark! Mark baby you won't believe what just happened!" Greg was practically shouting into the phone and I was glad it was away from my ear.

"Yeah? Tell me." I replied with a smile.

"I sold the big painting! The company wants six more for their offices in Europe. This is my big break. I got an advance for the next two, and I have to go pick up supplies on my way home. I'm gonna be practically living at the studio though..." He shouted at someone in the background and I winced.

"No stupid! Wait for me! I have to finish this phone call!"

"Hurry up then. I'm meeting my husband at seven."

"Do you need me to let you go?" I ask him with a patient sigh. He fumbles with the phone.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll be home for dinner though, okay?" He assured me. I shook my head.

"Alright. Go on. I'll see you later. Thank you for letting me know." I hung up on him and turned back to my computer. I had more time before he got back, so I might as well finish these changes. I bit my lip and scanned over the page, correcting as I found the problematic bits that we had gone over.

The sun tilted in the sky and I leaned back in satisfaction. I saved my work again, then got up to take a piss. Greg still wasn't back, but I wasn't surprised. He might be hours if he was at The Olde Art Shoppe.

I still couldn't believe how one small act on my side had managed to affect his life. Giving him free reign on his choice of classes was the start. Then that art station that I had bought him years ago had sparked something inside him, and during University he had come alive.

He had aced Beginner Fine Arts, gone on to take Intermediate and then started taking some electives while doing his Bachelor of Arts. They had fast tracked him into some of the Advanced classes and he won two competitions before he left school.

I had never been prouder of him then when I saw him receiving his diploma though. Even with all the pressure for him to start his career, he had stuck with his schooling to the end. After that, well it was a rush of exhibitions and endless days of him reeking of paint.

But I loved it. I wouldn't have it any other way when I saw the smile it put on his face. I looked away from the setting sun as the door jiggled open and another sun walked in through the door. He was smiling so brightly I thought his face might hurt.

"You look happy. Did you find everything you needed?" I asked as he came flouncing into the room.

"I did. I am. Come here and hug me so I know it's real." He said faintly. I grinned and moved forward to grab him up in a tight bear hug and squeezed the life out of him.

"It's real baby. Now let's celebrate before I lose you to your second love." I growled into the crook of his neck. He giggled as I munched on his sensitive skin there.

"No... stop... that tickles." He laughed as I burrowed into the sweet spot and licked him.

"What's the matter baby? Don't you like that?" I teased him as I nibbled over the spot again. He was squirming in my arms and I was getting quite the boner from his lithe form rubbing up against me.

"Ah! No! Daddy!" He blurted out with a red face. We both stopped and looked at each other. His face was red as a tomato and I was trying to decide what to say.

"What did you call me?" I asked quietly. He covered his face with both hands and whimpered.

"D-daddy..." He whispered ashamedly. I snickered at his embarrassment and took the opportunity to throw him over my shoulder.

"Alright, I'll show you who's your Daddy." I teased him as I threw him onto our bed. He was pouting as I stripped him of his fancy clothes for the opening of his newest exhibition.

"Mark..." He said pleadingly. I shook my head with a big grin.

"Nope. Tonight I'm your Daddy. Come on, say it again." I threw my own shirt over my shoulder with a toss and heard him suck in a breath.

"Come on, stop it. It was a slip." He gasped as I pulled him towards me and leaned over him.

"No way. Freudian slips need to be addressed Greg baby. Do you want me to be your Daddy? You find Daddy Mark sexy?" I kissed him and teased his mouth with mine suggestively. He was blushing and spluttering so badly.

Was it bad that I found it cute? Probably. I guess I had a slight sadistic side for wanting to embarrass him more to see his cute side. There was just something great about seeing him red-faced and bumbling his words.

"Stop teasing me... please..." He begged in a soft, whining voice. I pressed him down and stroked him until he was making little noises in his throat. He liked it when I frotted with him, so I put us together and watched his face as he lost himself to bliss.

I stopped before we came though, and he pouted up at me again. I grinned and cracked open the lube, making his eyes shine in anticipation. He bit his lip when I spread him open with my fingers and stroked him inside.

I coated myself and then poised at the entrance, waiting. I didn't move, just stared down at him with an expectant face. He looked up at me in confusion. I grinned at him and he looked a bit wary.

"What are you waiting for?" He muttered, undulating beneath me so my tip grazed his hole.

"I'm waiting for you to say 'please Daddy, may I have your cock.'" I told him, licking my lips. His face flushed red and he covered his face again.

"I'm not saying that." He whispered. I rubbed my tip against him slowly and hummed.

"That's too bad. I really want to pound my baby's hole hard." I pulled back from him and relaxed on my heels, and he sat up a little to look at me in horror.

"You aren't leaving are you?" He whimpered. I shrugged and looked away.

"I mean, I want to stay..." I said sadly, "But if you can't even say please..."

"Okay! Okay, I'll do it. Just... don't leave." He looked nervous and I watched with bated breath for the moment.

"Say it... come on baby." I egged him on. I moved back between his legs and leaned over, my cock was pushing now against his opening. He gulped and bit both lips, then finally said it.

"Pl-please Daddy, m-may I have your c-cock." His pleading and embarrassed voice, coupled with that red face and teary eyes, was so fucking hot that I nearly spewed my load right there.

"Oh God. Come here you beautiful creature." I bent over him and ravished him. I wasn't kidding when I said I was going to do him hard. I kissed the daylights out of him and pounded him into the bed so effin solid there was probably bruising on both of us.

I hadn't heard him scream like that in awhile, and my back stung from the claw marks that probably crisscrossed it. We were both exhausted and sated afterwards though. I looked over at him with a tender gaze, and found him staring at me.

"What?" I said innocently. He tsked and shook his head.

"God you are such a pervert."

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