Once in a Blue Moon

Chapter One

A Secret Revealed

"Two weeks, school has been out for two weeks and I"ve already done everything." Mark complained, a bit overly whiney.

"Oh now you have not done everything honey," his mother said grinning as she looked across the room at her son, "I'm sure if you try, just a little bit, you can think of something to do to have fun."

Their conversation was interupted by the ringing of the phone. Walking over to the counter Alice picked up the cordless handset on the counter next to her,
 "Hello?" 
"Oh hi Brenda."
"Yes he's home and about to lose his mind because he's soooooo bored." she said giggeling softly.
"Hold on I'll ask him." as she turned to look at her son, pressing the reciever to her shoulder she asked, "It's Patricks mom on the phone, they're headed home from the store and she wants to know if you would like to go over to their house for a sleep over with Patrick."

"I SURE WOULD!" He said as he bounced excitedly around the room.

"Barb?, Yes just as you thought, he's jumping around like his pants are on fire" she said giggling softly.
"About 30 minutes?  Yes I'll have him ready to go when you get here." 
"Ok you heard Mark honey, they'll be by to pick you up in about a half an hour, so head upstairs and get your things together."
"I'll be up in a lilttle bit to help you," she said as she returned the phone to its base.

Mark tore out of the kitchen and up the stairs, sliding past the door to his room.
"GRRRRR missed again." 

He rushed into his room grabbing his old school backpack hanging on the back of his bedroom door and dives into his closet.
"Now let's see, mom's gonna insist I take a couple of changes of play clothes." he muttered to himself as he grabbed two t-shirts off hangers. Rummaging through the stack of shorts on the shelf to his right he picked out two pairs of dark blue shorts. Walking over to his dresser he took out socks and underware to add to the clothes in the backpack he heard his mother come down the hallway and into his room.

"How are you coming along there sweety?" She asked as she picked up his backpack examining the contents.

"Already got my clothes mom, just getting some socks and undies."
"And this," he added as he grabbed the cell phone that his mother always insisted he carry with him when ever he was away from the house.
He knew she always worried about him when they were apart, and the phone was so she could check up on him.
He tossed the bundle of clothing in his hands into his backpack and zipped it shut.

The phone rang again as they stepped into the hallway together. His mother strode to the end of the hallway and answered the phone.

"Hello?"
"Oh hi Brenda, what's wrong dear?" she said an obvious note of concern in her voice.
Mark knew immediatly from her voice that something bad had happened. Dropping his backpack on the floor he padded out the door looking at his mother as she continued to speak to Pats mom on the phone.

"Oh my, that's terrible"
"Yes, I would insist that you did dear."
"Yes," she paused listening intently, "yes, yes I'll tell him"
"Ok see you shortly." she said ending the call and turning to see Mark standing in his doorway looking somewhat deflated.
"Sorry hun, that was Patricks mom, seems she has to go to the resturant unexpectedly." she said appologeticly.
"Appearently one of the cooks has hurt himself badly and she's going to have to deal with the situation."

"Well that stinks, but I hope that cook is gonna be ok," Mark said unhappily.

"Yes so do I, but there is a change of plans, instead of you spending the night with Patrick, he's going to be spending a night or two with us instead," she told him smiling softly.

Mark perked up at this news, his mind going in a thousand directions at once, thinking of  the things he and Pat could do.

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At the sound of car doors closing out front Mark ripped through the house to the front door. Throwing it open he ran down the sidewalk to greet his friend. He looked up at Mrs.Jones, Pats mom and said,"I hope your cook is gonna be ok, Mrs. Jones. Sorry to hear he got hurt, which one was it?"
Mark knew almost all of the people that worked for Mrs. Jones at the resturant she owned.

"It was Carl, he cut his right hand pretty badly from what I've been told. I'm headed to the hospital to check on him as soon as I leave here."
Her statement dirrected more to Marks mother then to the boy. She knelt down as Patrick stood beside her, kissed her son on the forehead and said, "Now you be a good boy for Mrs. Jameson tonight and I'll let you know about tomorrow night after I know more about what happened with Carl and what's going on at the resturant."

"I will mommy," Pat said as he kissed his mothers cheek.

"Wanna go and play some video games Pat?" Mark asked his friend.

"Sure do" he answered. 

"First one there gets to pick the game," Mark said. 

They both bolted for the front door trying to out race the other one for first pick rights on the game. Just as Mark got inside the door ahead of Patrick he slipped on the hardwood floor and Patrick scooted ahead of him. Reaching the game console ahead of his friend, Patrick giggled aloud and said "beat ya puppy dog." 
Giggeling heartily at Mark as he skidded to a stop, 2 feet past the entertainment center that held the big screen TV and the game systems in the family room. Mark walked over and plopped himself down on the big overstuffed couch that faced the television and grabbed up a controler from the coffe table. 

"Yea, yea, yea, smarty pants. Lucky for you I slipped at the door." he said grinning at Pat

"I keep tellin ya, less claw, more pad on slippery floors." said pat as he flopped down beside his friend giggeling softly. He bent forward to grab a controler and Mark playfully swatted the taby boy on his rump. Pat blushed sligthly under his fur, hoping his friend didn't see it. He hadn't told Mark yet that he was gay, partly because they had a good friendship and he didn't want to mess that up, but also he wasn't sure how his friend of 5 years would take the news. He had been thinking about it for several weeks and was still undecided what he should do. He knew that Marks family were wiccan, which seemed a bit wierd to him since they were Bernnies, what most people called Bernese Mountain Dogs for short, and that they were all pretty laid back about gender prefrence, nudity and sex in general. He always felt way more comfortable around Mark and his family then he did around most of his other friends families, even some of the ones that knew he was gay.

They heard the front door shut and Marks mom coming down the hallway, she stepped into the family room and looked at the boys.

"I'm surprised your both not already stripped down to your skivies yet." She said with a giggle. 

"Hadn't even thought about it yet." Mark said as he stood up and grabbed the waistband of his short to take them off.

"Wait, I......, I need to tell you something first Mark." Pat said rather quietly as he blushed hard enough that it was visable even through his thick fur.

"Well I guess I should leave you boys alone then." Marks mom said as she turned to leave the room.

"No please stay Mrs. Jameson, you kneed to hear this too." Pat said blushing even more.

Marks mother came into the room and sat down beside Mark on the couch. Patrick stood there in the middle of the room stareing at his feet for a few minutes trying to decide how to tell his long time friend and his mother what he had at long last decided he must. He stood there thinking so deeply about what he had to say that he didn't hear a sound, didn't even hear himself breathing. When he finaly looked up to his friend and his mother his eye bugged out and his jaw dropped. Sitting on the couch were mark sitting beside his mother, completly nude. Nothing on but a smile.

Without him even realizing it Patricks cock stiffened and slid from his sheath. He just stood there his mouth agape staring at his best friends naked body with a rageing hard on. When his cock twitched he suddenly became aware that he had a stiffy and stared down at it blushing a bright red.

"What.......what....what...." he stammered, unable to get past that word in his thoughts.

Mark grinned sheepishly at his friend, then he slowly reached down and slid his own cock out of his sheath and began stroking it.

"Sooooooo, what is it you were gonna tell us Pat? That your gay?" Mark smirked at his friend as he continued to slowly stroke his stiffening cock.

"Ummmmm, yea actualy that is what I was gonna tell ya." Pat replied still blushing and staring at Marks cock.

Alice chuckeled softly and leaned over to her son, "I told you that I thought he had finaly decided it was time to tell you."

"Patrick honey, I love you, but do you think that your mother would have let you come over here all the time without filling me 
in on something like that so I could be on the watch for problems." Alice said softly.

"I've known ever since you told your mother that you prefered boys to girls, and I told Mark 2 years ago. After I talked to him about it and he assured me that it didn't matter to him that you prefered boys to girls and I was sure that he was ok with it, I told him not to mention it in any way. Not even jokingly and that when you felt the time was right you'd tell him yourself."  

"I know it must have been hard at times, your such a sensetive boy and I'm certain that at times you felt that you were being dishonest by not telling him. But it was better to wait and let you do this in your own time and in your own way." 
"Noone in this household will think any differently of you then we ever have and your always welcome here. As far as what happens between you two boys," she said as she rose from the couch and headed for the doorway, "that is entirly up to the two of you to decide. Neither I nor any other adult will take a hand in pushing it to go one way or the other. But reguardless of what comes of this, I do hope that you two will remain friends. A good friend is a very preciouse thing and one should not be discarded lightly because of their differences."

She walked out of the room leaving the two naked male cubs to figure out what was to come next. Patrick still standing there with himself bared as much as he could ever be to his best friend and mark sitting there staring as hard at Pat as the tabby boy was staring at the puppy. There were a few minutes of tense silence then mark spoke at last.

"Why don't we go upstairs to my room and talk pat, you look like you still have some things you want to say and I think you'd rather say them privetly to me."