Date: Fri, 05 Oct 2001 23:06:35 -0400 From: the devil Subject: making a man out of mark, chapter 4 Since their tryst in the park, Mark and Christian had grown inseparable. Frequently after school Mark would go to Christian's house, so the two boys could hang out and (more often than not) jack each other off or suck one another's dicks before Christian's parents got home from work. Christian's parents liked Mark, just like everybody else did. He was well-mannered and smart, and seemed to be a positive influence on Christian, who had always done rather poorly in school. Little did Christian's parents suspect, of course, that Mark spent day after day giving their little boy blowjobs. It was before Thanksgiving when Christian told Mark that he'd be going away for a few days, to visit his brother in college. Christian's brother Travis went to a private school; it was generally assumed that he'd inherited all the brains in the family. Mark looked disappointed. The thought of even a few days without Christian was depressing. It wasn't just the head he gave; they were really close friends now, and Mark had all but given up on his other football buddies. Christian got the hint, and began to hint to his parents that maybe Mark should come along, too. After all, Travis had his own friends and probably didn't want his little brother hanging around anyway, so maybe it was best that somebody else came to keep him company. His parents agreed pretty quickly, and so Mark found himself going along for the ride. The trip to the school was uneventful, with the two boys in the back, trying not to look at each other in the wrong way. Occasionally they'd turn their heads if a girl went by, just to avoid suspicion. Nobody really said much. The plan was for Mark and Christian to sleep in Travis's room, with Mark's parents staying at a nearby hotel. Christian had asked if he and Mark could have their own room at the hotel, but his parents said no, and that it would be fun to see what college life was like. Mark didn't know what to expect of Travis. He wondered if he looked anything like Christian, and when they finally met that afternoon Mark could instantly see the resemblance. Travis and Christian both had the same blond hair, although Travis's was a little longer; they also had the same blue-grey eyes, and in general looked like they had the same parents. Mark couldn't help but wonder whether Travis's dick was as mighty as his brothers, but he kept those thoughts to himself. The six of them, including Travis's girlfriend, went out to dinner together and then saw a movie before splitting up. When they got back to Travis's room, Mark, the two brothers, and the girlfriend all sat there, not really sure what to talk about. "So, uh, Mark," Travis ventured. "You know my brother from school?" "Yeah," Mark said. "You know. Everybody knows everybody in our town." They all laughed, nervously, at how true this was, even the girlfriend. Apparently her town was the same, wherever it was. "What do you guys do for fun?" Travis asked. "There wasn't much to do when I was thirteen. Is it still the same?" "Basically," Mark said, sneering. "We just hang out, you know. Play football...." "Oh, you play football, too?" Travis said, with a glint in his eyes. "Are you both gonna try out for the team next year?" Christian could see the look in his brother's eyes, and felt menaced by it. "Maybe. Maybe." But Mark didn't know Travis well enough to see what he was getting at. "Yeah," he said. "The coach already told me I'd make it." Travis leered. "Oh, really? You met Coach Walker?" Apparently Travis's girlfriend knew what was going on, because she got up off the bed and said, "I'll see you later. Tell me all about it. I've got a lot of work to do," she added, looking at the two younger boys. "You know I played football back in my day," Travis said. "Of course, I don't anymore, but I wasn't half bad when I was in high school, was I, Christian?" "You were great," Christian said. Mark vaguely remembered Travis's name, but he graduated when Mark was only ten, so Mark didn't really have any memories of him. "Yeah," Mark lied. "I kind of remember you." "Yeah, well." Travis was blushing. "It was just something to pass the time." He stretched out on the bed and gave his crotch a good scratch. Mark's dick sprang up like a board at the thought of Travis's dick. God, if he was anything like Christian.... "So," Travis said. "If the Coach guaranteed you a spot on the team, I guess that means you're pretty talented." "I guess I can throw," Mark said. "Mmmmm," Travis said, shaking his head. "That's not the kind of talent I'm talking about." He looked over at his brother. "You too?" Christian turned red; of course Travis knew. He'd played on the team himself. Travis decided not to be delicate. "Did he ass-fuck you yet?" Mark and Christian both jumped. Nobody had ever mentioned ass-fucking, and while they had both given it a few minutes thought neither of them had ever said anything out loud about it. Travis could sense their alarm, and it amused him. "Well, he's going to, sooner or later. In fact a lot of guys will. It's.... tradition." "When I was your age Coach Walker fucked my ass probably sixteen, eighteen times before I ever even got to the high school. And he wasn't the only one. Half the team plowed my ass. It scared the shit out of me at first, but from the first minute the Coach ever rammed his dick in me I knew it was the best thing that'd ever happen to me." He had his hand down his pants now, fumbling around. "When I got older of course it was my turn to fuck the new kids. The junior high kids are always the best fucks. Their asses are so tight, and they're so tense, but you bang away and they melt right under you." Travis started laughing. Mark and Christian looked at each other. "So you haven't had the experience yet? It's a shame, really; the sooner you start the luckier you are. Although the Coach can be a little rough sometimes. Sometimes he thinks his kids are, well, a little tougher than they are." Travis looked at his brother. "So Chris, are you two jack-off buddies or what?" Christian nodded, nervously. "So what's he like?" the older boy asked, nodding toward Mark. "He's.... really good." "Oh yeah? Mark," Travis said, turning his attention. "My brother says you're really good at jacking him off. Do you give him head, too?" "Y-yeah," Mark said, "I like to do that." "Hear that, little brother? This kid likes sucking your dick!" Travis was having a lot of fun. "Is he good at that, too?" "Real good," Christian said. "Well, this kid's just a fucking wonder, is he? Hey Mark. Mark, why don't you come over here and show me what you do with all that talent you've got?" Mark looked at Christian, then at Travis, the back at Christian. Travis spoke first. "Come on, little brother. Didn't Dad always tell us we had to share our toys?" Personally there was nothing Mark wanted to do right now more than wolf down a cock, but the fact that it was Christian's brother's made it seem really weird. "Yeah," Christian said. "He did say that. It's okay, Mark. If you want to." Mark looked at Travis, who was already pulling down his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and so it wasn't long before Mark and Christian got a good look at Travis's huge prick. Christian had Mark beat by at least an inch, and Mark guessed that Travis had his brother beat by probably another two. "Go on," Travis said, smiling. "Suck it." Mark got up and on the bed, so he could reach Travis from above. He looked at the cock that was staring him in the face, as if unsure of where to start. Tentatively he lapped at the head. Travis laid back. He had his shirt off, and now relaxed with his hands behind his head. Mark looked up at him. He certainly had a body. For somebody that didn't play sports anymore, Travis still had surprisingly well-defined chest and stomach muscles. His body was covered with medium brown hair, giving Travis an air of real manliness that Christian hadn't yet acquired. "Feels good, kid," Travis said. "But why don't you take your clothes off? I'd like to get a good look at you, too." Mark stood up and relieved himself of his t-shirt and pants. Christian smiled when Mark's boxers came off; it had been almost three days since he'd had a look at his friend's ass. Mark went back to work on Travis's dick, more confident now. He was bobbing up and down on the shaft, with his hand clutching the lower half of the enormous piece of meat. Travis was moaning, said that Christian was a lucky fuck to have a kid like this to give him head every day. Christian smiled and got up to move closer to Mark. Travis was lying on the bed, with Mark standing over him, ass in the air as he sucked the older boy's cock. Christian walked over and put his hands on Mark's ass. Mark looked over, amazed at the possibilities. Christian reached under Mark and began to massage his stiff prick. Mark moaned with pleasure, despite his full mouth. Christian leaned down and put his face on Mark's ass. "That's it, Chris," Travis encouraged. "We can share him." Christian was new to this sort of activity, but he knew what felt right. He spread Mark's ass cheeks and stuck his tongue in. It tasted a little salty and strange; not really what Christian had expected, but not something to stop doing, either. He quickly and awkwardly shed his own clothes, taking his face and hands on Mark's ass as little as possible. His tongue ran circles around Mark's tight asshole, a feeling which caused Mark to stop sucking dick for a minute in order to shudder with excitement. "Oh, no you don't," Travis said. "You were doing me first." With that he pressed Mark's head down on his cock, forcing his brother's friend to swallow a large portion of his juicy meat. In order to compensate for his brother's actions, Christian began digging deeper into Mark's ass. With his middle finger he traced the rim of Mark's asshole, and then stuck his finger in Mark. Mark screamed, or would have if his face weren't buried in another boy's prick. Sensing Mark's delight, and feeling turned on himself, Christian began to lick his fingers and, one by one, see how deep he could get them into Mark, who was thinking how he'd never imagined that he'd be in the middle of a three-way with two brothers. Mark relentlessly slurped on Travis's meat, just as he'd done to Christian's and Coach Walker's. Within a few minutes, however, it was clear that Travis was feeling a little unsatisfied. He grabbed Mark's hair, signaling the younger boy to look up for a minute. Mark did, reluctantly. "Hey kid," he said. "I've been thinking." "Yeah?" Mark said. "I've been thinking how, the next time you two go to the high school, Coach Walker's probably gonna fuck the living daylights out of your asses. So I was thinking, why don't you get some advance practice in the subject?" Mark wasn't sure what to say. Christian was still finger-fucking him, and if his dick felt anywhere near as good as his fingers did..... But still, they were both so BIG. "It's okay," Travis said, reading Mark's mind. "I'll be gentle. Out of the way, little brother." Christian stood up, not sure he'd heard right. Was his brother really going to butt-fuck his best friend? Christian had never been so turned on in his life, despite the fact that he'd never once had a dirty thought about Travis in his life before. But now, thinking about seeing him ram Mark's delicious asshole, Christian almost shot a load of cum. But he held off. Mark wasn't really sure how this went. "Lay down," Travis advised, and Mark obliged. His cock was standing straight up, so he began to play with it. Travis, meanwhile, stood up on the bed, towering over the younger boy. Forcefully, he lifted Mark's legs up in the air and spread them apart. "Well," he said, "I guess you're ready for it. You lubed my dick, Chris lubed your ass...." As he said this he knelt on the bed, resting Mark's legs on his shoulders. Mark's legs were slightly hairy, an Travis licked his calf, just to see if the kid liked it. He did. Mark was still beating off, and Travis waited a minute before penetrating Mark's virgin asshole, in order to keep him in suspense. When he finally entered his young friend, the boy screamed in a combination of pain and joy. Travis was only in an inch or two, but the width of his dick was something Mark had never felt before. "Hey, little brother," Travis said to Christian, who was having a hearty wank in the corner. "Will you shut this kid up? I don't want the whole floor to hear this." Taking his cue, Christian got up and climbed on the bed, moving Mark's arms out of the way so he could kneel across his chest. Then he raised himself up, waving his dick in Mark's face. Mark, despite the fact that his ass was being pummeled by a dick three inches larger than his own, readily grabbed hold of his friend's stiff prick and began to suck on it. Travis, in the meantime, was having a field day at Mark's other end. He squeezed about six inches in, and was now pumping in and out rapidly, using his song thighs to bounce mark up and down on the bed. All three boys were in ecstasy. Christian loved being on top of his friend while he was being ass-fucked; Mark could think of nothing better than the two brothers having their way with him, and Travis was really enjoying stretching out the a gorgeous piece of junior high ass. The way they were situated, Travis was facing his brother's back, and soon the older brother reached out and pulled his younger sibling close to him. Christian leaned back, and Travis whispered in his ear. "You wanna go next?" Christian nodded. This was college, and in college there were no rules. Everybody knew that. "Well," Travis said, "Let me give this slut what he wants, and then it'll be your turn." With that Travis began to fuck Mark slower, but deeper. He now had about eight inches in Mark's ass, while Christian was busy forcing another eight into his friend's mouth. With one last deep thrust, Travis unleashed a load of cum deep into Mark's ass. Mark shivered with delight, and laid back on the bed, to catch his breath. "Oh, no," Christian said. "That's not all for you." And with that he pulled his dick out of Mark's mouth and, after a few beats of his hand, erupted a thick load onto Mark's face. Naturally it was only a matter of seconds before Mark himself came all over himself; he thought like he'd died and gone to heaven. "Not bad, Chris," Travis said, impressed at the amount of jizz his brother had unloaded onto Mark's face. "But let's see if you've got anything left in there." And with that, the two brothers climbed off Mark, to have some fun by themselves.