Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 22:38:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Arbour Subject: On the Mark 5 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. Since this is my story, please don't reproduce or publish it anywhere without asking me first: markarbour2000@yahoo.com. 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. Join our group at: fraternitymemoirs2-subscribe@yahoogroups.com The weekend after I got back from camping was pretty laid back. I just hung out with my friends and enjoyed the sun. I was pretty popular with our group, since I had amazingly scored both alcohol and pot. I hadn't heard from Darryl yet, but I figured since he was the one who was "out of town", he could call me when he got back. It seemed so much less important after my trip with Van, who, despite our "sleep-fucking-around" treated me exactly the same. Things with Mari were starting to heat up. We spent the day together on Friday after I got back, pretty much just being friends with the exception of a kiss here and there. On Saturday, my sister had a track meet in the afternoon so we had our house pretty much to ourselves. We were getting a little burned out in the sun so we went in and kicked back downstairs. We were watching a movie...well...Mari was watching a movie...I was watching her. Her tits were so soft and firm; I really wanted to play with them again. She felt me staring and looked over and me...her gaze moved down to my crotch and I realized that I was tenting again. "Does that happen all the time?", she asked. "Just when I'm thinking about you," I said, thinking I was fucking Casanova. That brought a laugh. I moved closer to her on the couch. "Get that thing away from me!" she screamed in a kidding way. We both kept on laughing for a bit, then we stopped, made eye contact, and started making out. We were definitely getting this kissing thing down pretty well. The better we got, the more of a turn on it was. She pressed her body hard against mine, and let me take off her top so I could play with those mammaries. This time, I moved my mouth down her neck and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, teasing it with my tongue. Then I went for the gold. I moved my hand down and reached under her bikini bottom and actually touched my very first pussy. Wow. She was really moist. "Mark, stop, you can't do that," she protested. Shit. I hate that game. "Come on Mari, I showed you mine, now it's your turn. It's only fair." Ha. Got her with that logic. "Mark, we can't go too far", she said. I'm thinking she's right...we'll save bondage for later...but I'm not sure that's what she meant (SMILE). She let me pull off her bottoms and I gently explored her pussy. She was moaning like crazy, and I was so hot I thought I would blow in my suit. While I was teasing her with my right hand, I managed to take off my suit with my left hand. Then I was laying on top of her, kissing her passionately. "Mark, we can't do this," she said, but I could tell I was going to win this one. "Come on Mari, don't you want to know what it's like. I want to lose my virginity to you," I said, and that got it done. She relaxed, gave in, and I went for it. Most people, when they talk about their first time, tell it like it was some major erotic thing....choreographed like a porn movie. For me, it was awkward and short. At first, Mari acted like it hurt, which kind of concerned me, but she seemed to get beyond that. God, being inside her felt amazing. I wasn't ready for the sensations, and the extreme stimulation, of sex with a woman. I'll bet I lasted about 30 seconds before I came. But I learned a lot in that 30 seconds, and the next time, I'd do better. We laid on the couch for a bit, then we went upstairs to my room. "What if your parents come home?" she asked, all wide-eyed. "No big deal", I said, " they never come up here and if they do, you can hide in the closet." We both started laughing at that, but it would work pretty well. We had two staircases in the house, the main one and a circular one that was almost right next to my room. There were many times I was thankful for those stairs! So we layed in my bed and did the cuddling thing that women get so into, and we talked about high school, and people we knew, and stuff like that. After about a half an hour, she moved her leg and it brushed over my dick, which was hard again. "Doesn't that think ever go down?" she joked. I laughed and we kissed again..then the kiss got more intense...then I rolled over on top of her...and we were fucking again! I am still amazed that I pulled that off. This time was much better. I was ready for the feeling and I paced myself accordingly. I began to experiment with different movement, and Mari got more into it and started moving with me. Soon we developed a rhythm that seemed to work for both of us, and gradually picked up the pace. The fact that she was really into it, and enjoying it, made it that much more intense. This time I think I lasted for a little over 5 minutes, which I thought was pretty good for 14. When I came it was amazing...she felt me climax and squeezed her pussy tight around my dick....it drove me crazy! Still, it wasn't as intense as the orgasms I'd had with Van or Darryl, not that I'm complaining. This time, we were both positively glowing afterwards, and we hung out for about about half an hour then decided to hit the pool to clean up. That night I got my parents to drop us off at the movies. We went to see "The Bad News Bears", which wasn't very romantic, or very good, but it was what there was. The movie theaters were next to a shopping center, so after the show we went over and walked around. We held hands most of the time. It was kind of fun to have a girlfriend, if that's what our relationship was at that point. We weren't really talking about it; We had been friends for so long it was a little weird. Her parents picked us up, and we hung out by the pool for a while and made out. I wasn't too aggressive since everyone was home and it wasn't going anywhere. Sunday was the day our "relationship" became official. We were hanging out by the pool again. Mari had light skin like me, so it was an effort for us to tan. But we were working at it, and it showed. We definitely had the summer look. My dark brown hair was bleaching a little bit from the sun and the chlorine and getting an auburn tinge to it. I liked the reddish look, and was pretty happy with how my hair, normally a pain in the ass, was actually looking good. But I digress. So we're sitting by the pool, singing "Don't go Breaking my Heart" and Mari gets up and does this model pirhoette in front of me and dives in. I, of course, follow her...which led to splashing, wrestling, and of course, making out. She stopped and looked into my eyes with a very serious expression. "So Mark, are we, like, going together?" That was kind of a confusing question for me. I mean, I kind of figured that we were since we fucked, but there was verbalized commitment. "Is that what you want?" I temporized. She kind of got a hurt expression on her face. "I was just hoping that all this meant more to you than just a quick fuck", she said, and her voice got increasingly hurt and bitter as the sentence went on. I realized that I had made a grave miscalculation by being so vague. "Mari, you know you mean the world to me. I guess I just assumed that we were going together. That's what I want. I just wanted to make sure that's how you felt", I said, and I'm sure I had a vulnerable look on my face. She got a big smile on her face and started kissing me like a fiend. I was hard again...I was always hard. Mari slipped off her bikini bottoms and reached in and pulled my dick out of my suit. "Jesus Mari, my parents are home," I said, looking alarmed. "Then we'll just have to be quiet", she said with an evil smile. What the fuck am I arguing about, I thought. So we had sex for the third time, in the pool. This time, it was slow and quiet and intimate. There was also a real danger of getting caught, which, instead of ruining things, made it that much more intense. Going slow meant going longer, and I could tell by the way Mari dug her nails in my back that this was working for her. It was so intense, the feel of her body, the movement of the water between us and around us, the way it made our bodies slick. I felt the tension building. It felt like it started in my chest, moved down to my balls, and just exploded through my dick. "Aarrggghhh" I moaned, and gently bit her neck, using it as a muzzle, while I came and came and came. I was almost finished when I felt her body spasm and her legs wrapped tightly around me. Her nails dug into my arms and she threw her head back. I reached up and tweaked her nipples since they were right in front of me, and she just went more wild. I could feel her pussy grab my dick...our timing was off though. I had already finished cumming, and I was super sensitive, so it was like a major, tickling feeling. It made me squirm and giggle, which she took, thank God, to mean I was really into it. We went over to the steps and laid down, just kissing and talking. It was so nice, so intimate. Was this love? Something was breaking the moment....I was getting weird vibes, and I looked up to see my dad staring down at us from the side of the pool. Fuck! We were so busted. Mari still had her bikini bottoms off (they were wrapped around her leg) so I couldn't just move away quickly. I sort of stayed on top of her to shield her. "Mark, uh, do you think you could give me a hand with these bricks when you get out of the pool" he said, looking pretty embarrassed. "Sure Dad, I'll be right there," I said, trying to sound cheerful and not guilty. "I've got to get going anyway" said Mari. She was blushing three shades of red. My dad walked away and she pulled up her pants and got out of the pool. I followed her, and as she put on her cover up, I gave her a kiss and told her I'd see her later. "I am so embarrassed," she said. "It's no big deal", I told her, even though I wasn't so sure. My dad was building a brick walkway, and he had about 200 bricks to unload. "Hey dad, I can get those if you want to start building the walkway," I said cheerfully, hoping that if I was really nice and helpful he'd let me off the hook for catching us. "Alright," he said gruffly, and we both got to work. It wasn't easy, because I had to put them in stacks on the side yard, which had a decent slope. Up and down I trooped with the bricks, wondering what he'd say, if anything. Finally, I was done. "Dad, that's the last of the bricks. I tried to space them out to be where you'd need them." "Thanks Mark." Cool. I started to walk away. "Mark," he called. I turned to face him. "For Christ's sake, don't get anyone pregnant." I just looked at him. "OK dad." I looked at him for a few seconds then walked away. That would be my big sex talk. I desperately needed to escape to my room...my sanctuary. As I walked through the kitchen, I almost bumped into my mom. She smiled at me, then got this concerned look on her face. Her fingers brushed against the marks on my arms that Mari's nails had made. "Mark, what happened? Did you fall down?" Shit. I knew I was blushing like crazy. I couldn't talk. Fuck. "Uh, yeah, must have fallen while helping unload the bricks", I stammered, then ran from the kitchen. Thank God my mom wasn't the one by the pool. She could see right through me. I called Mari that night and told her what had happened. I knew what she was thinking, because I was thinking it too. We had fucked three times with no protection. My father's words were haunting. What if she got pregnant? I was pretty upset, and I knew that she was damn near frantic. Well, we were just going to have to use some kind of protection if we were going to have sex. I guessed that meant condoms...have to go buy some of those. The thought of how embarrassing that would be was terrifying. I fell asleep that night, listening to Peter Frampton and thinking about rubbers. The next morning I woke up to someone pounding on my door. What the fuck? "Come in," I yelled hoarsely. Whoever was bugging me at...let's see...11am was going to be sorry they were ever born. The door burst open and in came Darryl with that God Damn grin of his. "Wake up sunshine!" he said. He took the 5 steps to my bed and jumped on top of me. My mind was whirling. He started tickling me. I couldn't think. It was morning...my dick was hard. I looked up and saw that grin that I decided I had hated, only now, when it was in front of me, I didn't. "Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed. His hand rubbed across the sheets...across my hard dick. "Is that really what you want?" he said, looking intently at me. God, he felt so good. I felt all the anger, the outrage I had felt for him, evaporating in the wind, blown away by my...what was it?...lust? I reached up and grabbed his head and pulled his lips to mine. I tasted his mouth, felt his tongue find mine, felt them lock, twist....I felt so complete...so linked to him. He moved his hand under the covers and grabbed my naked cock. I had to break off our kiss I was moaning so hard. He had never touched my dick before. I could feel the pre-cum boiling up. "I missed you Mark," he cooed into my ear. Me and my resolve...I'm such a fucking pussy...he had me at hello. I started clawing at his clothes, wanting him to be as naked as I was, wanting to feel his raw body touching mine. I loved having him on top of me. He stood up and stripped...he was such a hunk. His muscles just visible below his skin...his throbbing dick sticking up at a 45 degree angle, the perfect amount of hair on his body. He slid into bed next to me and the touch of his skin was like a hot iron against mine. He kissed me gently, then more firmly as he manouvred himself on top of me. His hard cock was rubbing against mine. This was intense. This was heaven. He sat up so he was straddling my legs, so that I could feel the cheeks of his ass rubbing against my thighs and while his dick was touching mine. He wrapped both of his hands around our dicks, pulling them together, and began slowly jacking us off. I stared down my chest, looking at our two cocks linked by his hands, watching the pre-cum oozing out of both of them, lubricating his palms and making them slick, just intensifying the pleasure. I moved my eyes up slowly taking in his magnificent body and finally making eye contact. It was like there was a magnet drawing me in. His gaze was so virile, so intent, so full of lust. He looked crazed. All I could do was moan and breath. I felt the orgasm building up inside me. It seemed like it was coming from the depths of my balls...this was going to be a big one. I bit down on my knuckles because I didn't want to scream too loud. Darryl's body tensed, his hands moved faster, and I looked down to see his first shot blow out of his cock and hit me in the face. Then I blew. My orgasm was surreal. I could feel his cock throbbing against mine as I blew load after load all over my chest. I felt like I had shot my body out of my dick. When it was over, he gently squeezed the last bit of cum out of our dicks....I was panting so hard I felt like I had just run a marathon. Holy shit, that was awesome. "Did you miss me?" he said with a grin. I just started laughing. I grabbed a towel and he took it from me and cleaned off my chest, and face. I felt like I should talk about what happened, about the mall, about last time, about how he left, but I looked into his eyes and knew that I didn't need to. He dealt with his demons, and now he was back. I felt a wave of guilt stalking me, and tried to fight it down to just enjoy the moment. I had to tell him about Mari. God, we were going out, and here I was cheating on her. And what about Van? Was it possible to be madly in love with 3 people? Or was this love at all? Maybe I'm just one horny bastard and I'll fuck anyone. These friends of mine deserve better. I was well on my way to destroying my self-esteem with this line of thought. One that would chase me through life. We went downstairs and went swimming. Doing our laps together, me trying to keep up with him. But I was getting better, and I could pace him just fine now. I kept trying to clear my head. I'd look over and see Darryl, then visions of Mari and Van would crowd into my brain. Shit, last night I was worried that she was pregnant, and here I am fucking around with Darryl the next morning. Thinking about this was not making things any better. We stopped our laps and I told Darryl about Mari and I, and how I had actually gotten laid, and how we were "going together." It was actually kind of funny to watch the emotions flow over his face. At first he was so happy for me, and then it seemed to switch to pride, and then a little anxiety as I told him we were going together. I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering if that would mean the end of our fooling around. My mind was foggy....I was confused...but I was sure about one thing. I was not going to stop fucking around with Darryl. "I'm hot," I said. "Let's go inside for awhile." I would show him that he was still very much in my life. We went into the lower level. It was so cool..hardly anyone ever came down here. It was like my domain. I was walking behind him and as he stopped I nuzzled up to him and ran my hands across his chest and down his stomach. He leaned back into me and sighed as my hands slipped into his suit and found his hardening cock. "You feel so good" he said. "You think so?" I said, and he looked at me. I gave him my own evil grin. I pulled his suit off and guided him to the floor..made him lay down on his back, and went to town on his cock. I sucked, I slurped, I licked, I even nibbled (very gently). I could tell he was enjoying it...I knew he would....but this was just the beginning. I came off his cock and looked up at him...he looked worried....like I was going to stop. I moved up and kissed him. We made out, rubbing our bodies together, feeling the intensity...the unity of the moment. Then I moved back down, dragging my tongue down his chest, down his stomach, down to his treasure trail. It would lead the way. I licked the head of his dick like a lollipop, and ran my tongue down the base to his balls. I licked them, sucked each one into my mouth and gently caressed them with my tongue. I think he liked it (SMILE). Then I moved lower to his perineum. I grabbed his legs and hoisted them up and exposed his rosebud. Let's have some fun, I thought, and I ran my tongue down and gently ran it across his hole. His body spasmed, and he moaned. "Oh God, that feels incredible", he said. Encouraged, I began to tease his hole, circling the rim with my tongue, darting in just a little bit, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes just licking. I thought the smell and the taste would turn me off, but they didn't. My nose, for the most part, was near his balls, so I inhaled his musky smell which just got me more and more turned on. His ass had no taste at all, except maybe a bit of a salty tang. He was going nuts. I was driving him crazy. I was in control. I was taking him to the edge. I was proving to him that he would still be an important part of my sex life. I moved back up to his cock, which was throbbing. I took him in my mouth, and within about three strokes he was blowing a huge load down my throat. He looked up at me and said "Thanks. That was incredible. You know, you didn't have to do that." "I know," I said with a smile, "I wanted to." We understood each other...no more needed to be said. My fate as a cheating slut was sealed.