Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2003 16:52:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Arbour Subject: On the Mark 2 PREFACE: I am writing this story primarily as a self-exploration tool. I invite you to come along for the ride, which is sometimes rocky, often boring, and not always happy. Unfortunately, it's not always very erotic either. That being said, and if M/M and M/F sex doesn't upset you, read on. DEDICATION: This story, good, bad, or otherwise, is dedicated to John Walsh of "Fraternity Memoirs" fame, whose ability and willingness to bare his soul in his story inspired me to try to do the same. The next day at school was different. I noticed it right away. No one fucked with me...everyone left me pretty much alone. It was kind of weird, as I felt sort of isolated, but it was nice to be able to go through a day without putting up with some sort of bullshit. Of course I told Mari about my encounter with Aaron and Darryl (well, not all of it, but the fight part) and I'm sure she was gossiping to all her friends. She's like a walking newspaper. I didn't see Darryl until lunch, and actually he saw me first. "Hey Mark, come on over here". He was sitting with his burner friends, none of whom looked overly friendly, but I went over and hung out. This was the "bad crowd". I was the guy who busted the curve on tests...these guys relied on curves to pass. "How's your day going?" he asked, being really friendly. We talked about bullshit, ate, and he told all his friends that he got me high for the first time yesterday. It's amazing how smoking pot makes you a member of the family immediately. Suddenly they started to warm up to me. One guy, Derrik, who was like a brown haired version of Darryl, told me that he never thought that I'd actually do something like that. For a minute, I just looked at him strangely, until I realized that he was still referring to getting high. I was doing really well..the whole time I was there I had miraculously avoided staring at anyone's crotch. The bell rang...lunch was over....Darryl said "See you in 6th period". OK. PE was next, and I had scored a major coup for the rest of the year. It seems that I had ingrown toenails, or some b/s thing like that, so the Doctor had written me a note getting me out of gym for the next few weeks, which would take me to the end of school. The coach was kind of pissed, and wanted to see my toes. He made some smart ass comment about them looking fine to him, but in the end, he couldn't reallly argue, so I was out of that world. Every once in a while I get lucky. And then, sometimes I don't. In typing we had a substitute teacher. Ms. Garcia was out sick, so the librarian came in to cover for her. The librarian was one of those middle age ladies that can turn you off women if you think about it too much. She was slightly overweight and wore really tight pants that clung to her body and outlined her pussy. Most of the guys in the class giggled off and on...she didn't seem to know why. Darryl and I sat next to each other in class and cracked jokes about her...and got yelled at a few times for it. After class, he asked me if I wanted to stop by his house on the way home and hang out. Part of me wanted to say no. That part of me was chiding me for being a total whore. I'd have to suck his dick to pay him back for being so nice to me. Might as well go downtown and sell my body for cash (OK..that's extreme...especially since I probably couldn't get much...but I was on a roll). But in the end, that part of me lost the battle hands down. I liked hanging out with Darryl; he was nice to me and the least I could do was be nice to him. Plus, I really liked getting high, and I was hoping maybe he'd pull out another J. And most of all, I really wanted to see him cum again. So of course I said yes. When we got to his house, we went straight to his room and he pulled out a J right away. Cool. Just when we were about to start smoking, the doorbell rang. It was Derrick. He came in and hung out with us and got high. He was really cool too. Apparently he and Darryl were both doing martial arts together, so they talked a lot about that. I kind of got a weird vibe from Derrick...kind of like he knew that I gave Darryl head...but I couldn't quite figure that out. Maybe he caught me staring at him...he was definitely hot. His arms were really muscular...not like a body builder or anything, but in a slim, tight way that karate guys (actually, I think they were into Kung Fu) get. But the coolest thing about his arms was the way the veins on his muscles would bulge out when he would bend them. He seemed to fill in his pants pretty well too...not that I was an expert (well, then anyway) but I guessed that he had to be at least as hung as Darryl. After about an hour, he left, and it was just Darryl and I. "Man, I really had a good time yesterday", he told me. "You made me feel so good." Uh oh, here it comes, I said to myself, pretending to be reluctant. "Oh yeah", I said, "I never did that before, and I'm sure I wasn't very good". Yeah I know it sounds lame, but what the fuck am I supposed to say. By now he had gotten up and was standing in front of me with his crotch at eye level. He started to unbutton his pants. "You know what they say...practice makes perfect". He pulled off his underwear and pants in one motion, and his dick, already hard, popped back up and slapped his stomach. I looked up at him, and he gave me that lopsided smile...and my mouth was on his dick immediately. I'd been thinking about sucking his dick non-stop since it happened yesterday, and I'd beaten off 3 times last night it got me so horny. I started to think about different things that I could do, that would feel good. So this time, I was a little more prepared. I started off by slowly engulfing his whole dick in my mouth. I choked a little at first, but then I relaxed and got the whole thing in my mouth. He moaned, and laid down on his bed...he was letting me take control and I loved it. I slowly began to move my mouth up and down on his cock, using my tongue to tease the underside of his shaft and to trace the rim of his head...and to flick across his piss slit, which was leaking pre-cum like crazy. At first, the salty taste kind of turned me off, but now I started to enjoy it. I noticed that before I came, my balls tensed up and my dick got extra hard, so when I felt his start to do the same, I came off his dick and started licking his balls. I wasn't sure what to do with them, but they fascinated me. They were about the size of golf balls, and covered with a light coat of brown hair. At first I just licked them, then I tried putting one in my mouth. He seemed to like that a lot, and he grabbed his dick and started stroking. "Oh yeah, suck my balls man"....suddenly I felt them rise up out of my mouth towards his body and I looked up in time to see him shoot his load all over his chest. God, what a turn on it was to see him cum. "Thanks man, that was fucking awesome. You're really good at that." I guess that was a compliment...not sure I wanted that one, but oh well. "You taught me everything I know," I said, with a big smile. We both started laughing. "Man, I better get cleaned up", he said. I asked him if I could use the bathroom, and he said sure, he'd use his parents. I went into the bathroom and within 2 minutes I'd shot another load, this one had to be the biggest yet for me. Time for me to go, I figured, and as I left he called after me "see you tomorrow." I had turned into his whore. That was pretty much the pattern for the last few weeks of school. I'd fight my battles inside, but I enjoyed getting high and I enjoyed sucking his dick. One part of me liked the fact that I was doing something nice for this guy who had been so nice to me. Another part loved the control that I had...the sense of power I felt when his dick was in my mouth. I could flick my tongue and make him melt, I could drive him to extremes, to feelings of rapture. I had the power. I also noticed that finally my body was changing, and changing fast. I guess that Sleeping Beauty had to have Prince Charming kiss her to wake her up....I had to suck a dick to get though puberty. Summer and graduation were fast approaching (this was 8th grade, by the way) and I was a little sad at the thought that I wouldn't see Darryl anymore. We had three days left, and I was looking forward to going over to Darryl's again after school. We were walking off the campus when he told me that he had plans that afternoon. I tried not to sound too disappointed. "Oh yeah, what's up?" "I've got to go over to the high school to get in my swimming. It's the only time they'll let me in the pool." I didn't know he was a swimmer. "What are you, some kind of fucking mermaid?" I asked. "Ha ha ha. No dickhead, that's how I stay in shape. I swim at least three times a week." So, during the course of this conversation I found out that his Kung Fu master (or whatever they're called) makes them commit to exercising three times a week for cardio, and he chooses to do that by swimming. "Man, the water there is always fucking freezing. You can come over and swim at our house if you want," I offered. "Thanks, but I need to do laps, and backyard pools just don't cut it". Now, I need to take a break here and describe to you our house and our pool, because both were very cool. Our house was one of those California contemporary homes built in the 60's on the side of a hill. It had multiple levels, and those funky features like "conversation pits". It was basically three stories, and you entered from the street between the 2nd and 3rd story. The bottom level opened up into a small area of flat land that was almost entirely filled up with a pool. The pool looked nice, and actually it looked more like a decorative pool than a swimming pool, because it was long and narrow. The guy that originally built the house was some kind of professional swimmer, and he had the pool built to be a lap pool. My parents were some of the lucky people who bought cool real estate like this in the late 60's before everything got too expensive. I explained all this to him, and he looked a little skeptical, but agreed to give it a try. We stopped at his house so he could pick up his swimsuit, and headed for his room as usual. "Can't get high today, gotta swim", he said, apologetically. Then he started to change clothes. He took off his pants and underwear and turned to grab his suit from his dresser. God he had a cute ass....round, small cheeks with dimples on the sides...all muscle. He must have felt me looking...he turned around with that lopsided grin, and I saw that his dick was hard...damn that was fast. "You could still help me out, though, you know, if you wanted to", he said, with feigned shyness. I just smiled as he walked over and laid down on the bed. It was our standard routine with one big exception: this would be the first time I had sucked his dick when I wasn't high. I took his dick in my mouth and took control, like I had been doing. I was really getting good at this, I thought. I could really make him squirm. I loved the way he would put his hands behind his head, surrendering himself to me completely while giving me a good look at his hairy pits and ripped arm muscles. And I would really get into the way he would arch his back and thrust his hips, trying to fuck my mouth, matching my movements. He was really getting into it, and making a little more noise than usual. Thank God no one was home! I felt his balls tense up and his dick get hard..."I'm gonna cum" he cried...and made to push my head off his dick. This time, I decided, I was going make him cum in my mouth. I'd never done that before. I looked up at him and grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head. I'll never forget the look of raw lust in his eyes and then he came. The first shot landed at the back of my throat, and I tried to swallow but I couldn't get it all down. The taste was different...not bad...it could grow on me. I had my hands on his ass, and I could feel his entire body trembling and shaking as he came. And came. And came. When he was done, his body relaxed like a wet rag. We sat there for a few minutes afterwards, not saying anything. Then he looked at me: "God, that was amazing". Another minute of silence and smiles passed, and he said, "guess we should get going". With that, we headed up the hill to my house.