From: jalbach@hotmail.com (jeremy)
Subject: Cock-a-plenty!!
Date: 06 Nov 1997 00:00:00 GMT

Hi everyone. For all those who have sent me email...thank-you very
much and please keep the email cumming. For those who are curious, I
am a white, 32year-old bi-sexual male who enjoys the taste of a guy's
cock. Most of the stories I will be posting are true...however, there
will be a few that I will make up because although they didn't happen
I wish that they would and I will try and make them cum true one day. 
You all can try and guess which one's are true (if you want). If you
email me I will tell you if they are true or not. And now on to the
story ...


This story happened when I was 21 and in fact it was on my birthday so it
is extra special. It was around 12:30am and I was walking home after
celebrating my birthday with a bunch of friends. It was a warm and dark
evening with the chance for rain, and as such, the moon's glow was blocked
by rain clouds. This type of evening is my favorite kind: I find that I can
reflect on things in my life a lot clearer (don't ask me why).

Anyway, as I was walking home, I decided to cut across a park that was near
my house. As I neared the swings I noticed a bunch of guy's hanging
around. I got a little nervous because I wasn't sure if they were okay or a
bunch of kids looking to cause trouble. As I got closer I noticed that they
were all young and dressed the same. I recognized their clothes as being
from a private boys school around the block.

As I began to walk past them one of the boys walked up to me and asked me
if I had a light. He must have been around 16 and he was simply
gorgeous. Blondish hair, really cute face and a nice charming smile. I
apologized and told him that I didn't smoke.

He smiled and then said, "No prob, I should quit anyway."

"Yes, you should," I replied. "You don't want to spoil those good looks of
your's down the road."

Normally I wouldn't have said anything like that to someone who I didn't
know but I guess the drinks I had earlier were still in my system. As I
said this the kid looked at me for a second and then smiled and began to
blush.

"You're blushing" I told him.

"Am I?" he replied back with a half-smile.

"Yup," I said. "Are you embarassed that I commented on your good looks?" I
asked.

"Yeah, a little. A lot of chicks have told me I'm good looking but I have
never been told it by a guy before."

"Well, get used to it, because as you get older, I'm sure it will happen
quite a bit."

Just then his friends called him and I heard his name was Mark.

"Mark, eh?" I said.

He said, "Yeah, that's me."

I extended my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Mark, I'm Jeremy."

Mark shook my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Jeremy, although I gotta
go. Maybe I'll see you around."

"That would be cool," I told him and then he ran off.

I watched him for a few seconds as he ran back to his friends and I
couldn't help but feel a little envious of him and his friends. They were
young and confident and as yet not bogged down by adult
responsibilities. They probably felt that they had the world by the balls
and that they could do no wrong. With some pangs of nostalgia I went home.

When I got in I checked my messages and turned on the tube. Since it was
only about 10 to 1:00 in the am, I decided to practice some guitar (I play
jazz locally by the way). As I began to play I couldn't get Mark out of my
head for some reason and I was going through a number of fantasies about
him. Some were sexual in nature but some were just nice friendly stuff.

I couldn't concentrate on practicing anymore so I put the guitar down and
decided to get something to eat. I looked in the fridge but there was
nothing except for some old spaghetti sauce and some beans. I then decided
to get some take-out. I grabbed my jacket and left.

I walked about half a block to my favorite greasy spoon to get a burger and
fries. As I walked in I heard my name being called from down the street. I
looked behind me and my heart jumped a beat. It was Mark running up the
street and waving. I started walking towards him and as I did my mind was
racing with a ton of scenarios, although I quickly dismissed all of them at
once.

Finally Mark caught up with me and said an out of breath: "Hi".

I said, "Hi," back, and for a second I didn't know what else to say.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked.

"Me? Oh, I was a little hungry so I thought I would get a burger and
fries. What about you?"

"The same, actually."

"Well, after you, sir," I said and opened the door.

He smiled and said, "Thanks," and then went on in.

As we walked up to the cashier to order, I heard the cook tell us that we
could only order take-out since the reataurant was closing soon.

"Shit," Mark said as he looked over at me. "That's a drag, and I'm really
hungry."

"Take it to go," I told him.

"Nah, its raining outside and I was supposed to go to my friends house for
the night but the idiot is nowhere to be found."

"Well, what are you going to do, Mark?" I asked him.

"I don't know. Maybe go back to the park and try to find him."

As I was about to suggest something, the cook asked us "Are you going to
order or what?"

I looked over at Mark and said, "Look, I know you don't know me from Adam,
but if you want a dry place to eat, I just live around the corner if you
wanna come over."

He looked at me for a moment and then asked "Are you sure that its cool? I
wouldn't want to put you out or anything?"

"Hey, it's no trouble at all. Really."

"Cool."

We then ordered our food and within 20 minutes we were back at my place.

When we got in I looked over at Mark and he was all dripping and soaked
from the rain, as was I. I placed our food in the kitchen and then went in
to the bathroom to get some towels for us to dry off with. As I came out I
noticed Mark looking at my guitar.

"Do you play?" I asked.

"Play? What do you mean? Oh, the guitar? Yeah, but I'm not that good. Are
you?"

"Well, I play around town, so I must be okay. You wanna try it after?"

"Sure, that would be awsome."

"Cool, although lets eat first -- I'm fucking starving," I suggested.

"Yeah, me too. Fucking starving as well," said Mark as he began to smile
and giggle.

"What's so funny Mark?" I asked.

"I never get to swear that
much, so its funny when I hear myself swear. Do you understand?"

"Sure do," I told him. "You can swear all you want here, Mark."

"Cool," he replied.

I went into the kitchen, put the food on plates, and asked Mark if he
wanted anything to drink.

"Do you have any beer?" he asked a little nervously.

"Yeah," I said. "Are you old enough to drink yet?" I asked teasingly.

"Well, no but I still drink anyway."

"That's okay, Mark. I was just pulling you leg."

I went into the fridge and got a couple of beers and then went back into
the living room. We sat down in front of the tv and watched some cop show
on ABC and ate our food pretty much in silence.

As he ate I kept thinking about him and who he was as a person: What kinds
of things did he like.  If he had any girlfriends. If he had had sex yet.
How he liked it. What he looked liked naked. If his cock was cut or uncut.
Did he ever think of other guys sexually. How big his hard-on would be. If
his balls were low hangers or tight. How his mouth would feel on my
dick. How my mouth would feel on his dick. You know -- the usual stuff ;)

Soon, the food was gone and and the show was over. Mark asked to use the
bathroom and I showed him where it was. I was about to ask him if he needed
any help but stopped myself. Damn these morals sometimes.

A minute later Mark came back out and sat down on the sofa opposite me.  He
asked me for another beer and I got it for him and one for myself as
well. I then asked him if he wanted to try my guitar.

His face lit up and he said, "Sure, man, if that's okay?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

He giggled and said, "I guess you did at that."

I handed him the guitar and he started to play a Hendrix tune. I knew the
song quite well and I noticed that he was making a bunch of mistakes,
although he didn't sound half-bad.

"Can I show you a couple of things for that tune, Mark?" I asked.

"Sure, Jeremy. I'm trying to learn it by ear from the record."

I sat down beside him and took the guitar from him and showed him the
correct notes. I then handed it back to him and he tried my corrections. He
was having a little difficulty with a few chords so I moved closer to him
and placed his hands in the right chordal formation. As I did this he
tensed up a bit but then relaxed. I noticed that he had finished his beer
and I asked him if he wanted another.

He said, "Yes, please," and I got it for him.

Soon he was playing the song a lot better and I could tell that he was
really happy about it.

"Would you give me lessons, Jeremy?" he asked looking at me with that
beautiful face of his.

My heart melted and I told him, "How could I say no that face? Sure, Mark,
anytime."

He then looked at me and smiled. As he began to play the guitar again he
said, "Do you really find me that good looking Jeremy."

I nearly lost it but I kept it cool and I said, "Well, yeah, Mark. You have
a very attractive and gentle face. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious, Jeremy. That's all. Like I said earlier, I never get
compliments from guys so it's sort of new to me."

"Does it make you uncomfortabe that I think that, Mark?" I asked.

"Not at all. I kinda think its neat -- in a different kinda way than the
chicks who tell me I'm hot."

"Hot?! Well, let's not get carried away, Mark," I joked.

He then got up and placed the guitar back on its stand. He stood right in
front of me and said, "Are you a fag, Jeremy?"

I didn't know how to respond so I looked up at him and said, "No, not
really. To be honest, Mark, I am bi-sexual. I like guys and chicks."

I really wasn't sure where this was going and I was thinking that I better
call it a night.

"Have you ever had sex with a guy?" he asked.

"Well, that's a bit personal, Mark, but, if you really want to know, yes I
have. Does that bother you?"

"No," he said, "I'm just curious about what it must be like .that's all."

"Well, its great. Do you jerk-off Mark?" I asked.

He began to blush again and I pointed that out to him. He started smiling
and then said that "Yes, I jerk-off. Doesn't everyone?"

"Yeah, I guess they do Mark. Well, sex with a guy is pretty much like
jerking-off except its more fun and way more pleasurable."

Just then Mark looked at me with that cute face and asked "Would you like
to have sex with me, Jer?"

I nearly felt my heart leap from my chest. "What? Sure, Mark, but are you
sure? I mean that was not my intention or anything," I stuttered.

Mark began to giggle and then said, "Hey, Jer, I really want to. Let's see
what happens. Please? I have never felt this way before. I want us to have
fun together. Please?"

"Well, if you put it that way, Mark, then sure, dude, let's rock."

Mark giggled again and then asked me to stay seated. I did what I was told
and wondered what Mark was up to ;) A second later Mark began to take off
his clothes in front of me like a stripper. To this day it was one of the
most erotic events I have ever witnessed.

Mark began to unbutton his shirt which was still pretty damp. As he got to
the last button I could see his bare chest and some of his stomach. It
looked so clean and toned, and I started feeling my dick getting hard
really fast. The last button was unbuttoned and Mark removed his shirt and
let it drop to the floor. He then rubbed his hands all over his chest and
tummy like a real stripper. As he did this his eyes were closed and his
head was tilted back. He seemed to be having fun with this.

Then he brought his head back and started to reach for his belt buckle. As
he did this he opened his eyes and locked his gaze with mine. He never
stopped looking into my eyes as he began to unbutton his Levis'. All I
could think about was his face and how I wanted him so much to feel the
pleasure that I could give him. His hand then moved down to his zipper and
he slowly unzipped his jeans. I could just see a bit of white fabric and
some sort of pattern.

As we kept our eyes on each other, Mark began to wriggle out of his jeans.
I tried to keep my gaze with his but I wanted to see what was inside those
jeans. I moved my gaze down to where his pants were and noticed that his
briefs were white with `?' signs on them and his pants were almost down at
his ankles. He couldn't get his pants over his sneakers so he had to look
down and see what the problem was.

As he began to unlace his sneakers I focused on the area between his
legs. Their was a nice outline of his cock, already hard, and his balls. I
just wanted to leap from my chair and yank off his briefs but I kept my
place. As he removed his Converse's and socks, I noticed that he had nice
feet.  Even though I am not a foot kinda guy, they were very cute. Anyway,
he finally got rid of his jeans and stood back up.

I almost began to cry. He was so gorgeous and lean and toned and
shapely. It was a beautiful sight and I was taken aback with my emotions. I
no longer felt lust for him but love. I wanted to love him and spare him
from the dangers of the world. I wanted him to always feel happy and
safe. It was a little more than I bargained for but I felt like giving all
to this kid.

As I was feeling these pulls of emotion, he once again gazed into my eyes
and smiled deeply as he began to slowly pull down his briefs. I couldn't
keep my eyes off of what he was doing and inch by inch I began to glimpse
his manhood. First a little peak of a brownish bush appeared followed by
more of his pubic area and then a little skin and then more skin and soon I
could see half his shaft as he lowered his briefs. And then almost all his
cock was showing until the fabric of his briefs no longer hid his cock. And
then it bounced up into the air and saluted me like a Russian general.

It was beautiful: about 6-1/2 inches long, hard as a, rock yet smooth
looking, and he was cut with a nice big pinkish head that looked so
inviting. His balls were also magnificient. Two perfect round sacs that
were so full and tight.

I could tell that he was really horny at his new found sexuality because
his dick began to drip a little pre-cum. Without any hesitation I leaned
over to his cock and licked off the pre-cum from his cock-slit. He jumped
and his cock jerked up and down a bit.

"Something wrong?" I smiled.

"No, no, that just felt so fucking incredible, that's all."

"Well, how about this then--"

I slowly and lightly ran my fingers up and down the length of his cock and
blew some air on the tip of his dick.

"Fuckin' wow, Jeremy. That feels so fuckin amazing."

"Good," I replied as I started to cup his balls in my hand and fondle them
ever so gently. I could feel them moving inside and I thought to myself
that it wouldn't be long before this kid was going to shoot his cream.

As I released his balls I grabbed his butt cheeks and brought his cock
closer to my face. I then started licking his shaft and balls while
stroking him slowly. He began to moan and shake as I licked him all over.
Then I took half of his cock into my mouth and just kept it there while my
tongue bathed it all around. His hips began to move his dick back and forth
as he began to fuck my mouth. It was so erotic and I started to speed up my
sucking. I took nearly all of him in when his hands grabbed the back of my
head.

"I'm going to cum, Jeremy," he said breathlessly. "Shit, I'm gonna cum. I'm
gonna -- oh God -- oh God. I'm gonna cummmmm!!!!!!"

I had never felt a blast of cum like that before: his cock-head grew
enormous as his teen-seed blasted out from his cock-head. I almost gagged,
there was so much cum that I couldn't help but have some of it leak from my
mouth and down my chin. I kept my mouth on his cock though and wouldn't let
go.

Blast after blast coated my mouth and tongue with his cum and my throat
became sticky with all his juice. It was so wonderful. I could feel Mark's
leg muscles begin to shake as his cock began to soften. I kept it in my
mouth until it was limp and then I sucked it more as I released it. Mark
fell back onto the couch and started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked him smiling.

"I can't help myself from laughing, Jer. I don't know why. That was so god
damn amazing, Jeremy. So fucking cool -- so awesome--"

Mark was panting and I knew that he felt really fine. I was so happy that I
could make him feel like this. I began to get up but Mark waved me to sit
back down. I looked at him for a second and then I understood why.  He got
on his knees and came over to me.

"Jeremy, that was amazing and I want to do that to you. I want you to feel
as good as you made me feel. Is that okay?"

"Okay?!" I took Mark's hand in mine and said, "That would be amazing, but
you don't have to, Mark. You have already made me feel good tonight by just
being here, naked or not."

As I said this I noticed tears swell up in Mark's eyes and then he began to
sob uncontrollably. I got down beside him and wrapped my arms around him.

"What's wrong, Mark? Why are you crying?" I softly asked him.

"I'm sorry, Jeremy, it's just that I have never felt this way before. No
one has ever made me feel like this before..  I feel so good with you even
though I have only known you a few hours. I feel so--so loved and
respected."

My heart nearly grew to an enormous size.  I loved this kid -- really loved
him -- and I don't think that I could have felt closer to anyone at that
moment.

"Look, Mark," I began, "I know that emotions of this kind can be really
strange and scary at the beginning, and, if I can do anything for you to
make them clear, just ask. That's all you have to do, just ask me, my
sweet, beautiful love," and then I kissed him lightly on the cheek.

As I did this, Mark slowly turned and met my lips with his. I could have
cried as well, it was so moving. We just held each other and kissed each
other, until Mark stopped sobbing.

As we continued to kiss I felt Mark's tongue enter my mouth. My tongue met
his and danced around each other. His tongue felt so nice and wet and
warm. It was something to die for, that was for sure. All of a sudden I
felt Mark's hand on my crotch and I could tell that he was new to this but
really excited.

He began to rub my crotch very quickly and I then I heard him whisper to
me, "Please, Jer, let me suck on your cock?"

I looked at him and smiled and began to unbuckle my pants. I quickly got
them off me with a little help from Mark. Once they were off, Mark asked me
to sit back down on my chair. I did, and he knelt in front of me and
started to play with my cock with his hand. Slowly he jerked me up and down
and then he slowly lowered his lips towards my dick. He began to kiss my
cock-head and then the shaft and soon he was kissing my legs and balls and
licking every part of my dick.

He started to giggle and said, "Wow, Jer, this isn't bad -- isn't bad at
all," as he plunged his mouth onto my dick.

"I'm glad you are enjoying it, Mark, but please, have some manners -- don't
talk with your mouth full, its rude."

Mark began to crack up so bad that he was on the floor having a laughing
fit. I got off the chair and began tickling him.

"You wanna laugh, eh, youngster? Well, here's something to laugh about."

We gently wrestled a bit as I tried to tickle him more. As we played around
he grabbed my cock and sucked it some more. We soon ended up in a 69 which
really blew Mark's mind. We had control over each other's dicks as we both
were being sucked. It was an amazing feeling. Then Mark got off from being
on top and asked me to sit down again. I complied and soon found out why.

As I sat down Mark kept stroking my cock and rubbing my balls. Then,
without warning, he straddled me and moved his ass down to where it was
touching my cock-head.

"I want you to fuck me, Jeremy. No, wait, I want you to make love to me --
I want to feel you inside me. Please? I need this -- I need you."

I was about to say something when Mark placed his lips on mine and began to
slowly and passionatley kiss me. I never felt harder or more loving. I
wanted him so bad. As we kissed he began to lower his ass on my cock. I
could feel him try to get it in, but, since there was not enough
lubrication, it was difficult.

"We will need some lube, Mark" I told him.

"Okay, Jer, where is it?"

"It's in my night table, by the bed" I replied.

"Okay, you stay there and I will get it."

And with that he got up and went into my bedroom. As he came back out I
couldn't help but notice how really sexy and angelic he looked.

"Is this it?" he asked.

"Yup, that's it, Mark. You're sure now? We don't--"

He kissed me again and I knew the answer. He squirted some onto his palm
and began to grease me up slowly. He then gave me the bottle. I put some on
my hand and fingers and started to grease his ass and ass-hole. As I did
this, Mark, began to slide his ass along my hand and his dick was back up
again and just as hard as the first time.

I slowly lubed up his ass and, as I did this, I began to insert a finger
into his hole. He tensed at first but then relaxed and as I pushed more of
my finger up he pushed his ass down on it. Soon I had two fingers in his
ass and wriggled them around a bit.  Mark giggled and then sighed and
slowly started to move my hand away.

He came closer to me and then got on top of me as I guided my cock
near his hole. He slowly began to lower himself down onto my cock. It
was wonderful as his crack met my cock-head and then attempeted to
engulf it. I could feel his tender bud begin to stretch as my cock
slowly penetrated his ass. Mark began to moan and with a grunt he
plunged all the way down on my cock. His face grimaced a bit but in a
second his look of pain was replaced with a look of contentment.

"Oh God, Jeremy, this feels so good -- so fucking good. Does it make you
feel as good?"

"It makes me feel just as good Mark, just as good -- maybe even better."

The view that I had was stunning. Here was this 16 year old cutie sitting
in front of me with my cock in his ass and a look of pure love on his
face. His body was so beautiful to look at as he rode my cock.

I leaned forward and began to lick and suck his nipples and chest. I
couldn't control myself as I kissed him all over his chest and stomach. I
tried to suck him but the position was a little difficult so I took his
cock in my hand and stroked him slowly.  Mark then leaned forward and
started frenching with me. His tongue was everywhere in my mouth and, as we
kissed, he started riding me faster.

I began to feel that wave of pleasure that meant I would be cumming
soon. As we frenched and fucked I started jerking Mark's cock faster and
faster. We were both breathing heavily and moaning uncontrollably. And then
it was about to happen.

I told Mark that I was about to shoot. He replied by sticking his tongue
deeper into my mouth and kissing me furiously. My balls began to tighten
more than they were already and then blessed relief as my sperm shot out of
my shaft and into my Mark's tight ass. I could feel Mark's ass walls
tighten around my dick and then my hand was coated with his sticky cum as
it flowed from his dick-head and down his shaft. He was panting heavily
now, as was I, and his eyes were closed in pleasure.  As I stared at his
face he opened his eyes and smiled at me. We kissed lovingly and Mark
collapsed on top of me.

"That was so fucking amazing, Jeremy, and beautiful. I could feel your cock
deep inside me, and when you came, I felt your cum splash inside my ass.
God, Jeremy, I never want to leave from here."

"Well, you can stay as long as you want, Mark. I will never tell you to
leave, but first we better get you cleaned up."

As Mark got up to get off of me, I licked up the drying cum off his dick
and took it into my mouth for a couple of sucks.

"Haven't had enough, eh?" Mark said.

"Nope, not from you," I replied.

Mark then hugged me as I stood up and we kept that embrace for a few
minutes.

After we cleaned up Mark asked me if he could make a phone
call.

I said, "Sure, there's a phone in my bedroom for privacy."

When he came back out of the bedroom he was crying again and I asked him
what was wrong. He had just tried to call his folks to let them know that
he would be home soon, but they were too drunk to care and told him not to
disturb the party when he got home. I then got the feeling that this young
man had never gotten the love that he so deserved and, if I could do
anything in life, I would make it my mission to love this kid for the rest
of my life -- not as a lover or father figure, but as a human being who has
respect for other human beings.

I held Mark again for awhile and he asked if he could stay the night.

"No problem at all, Mark, just please don't get frightened by my snoring."

He laughed and said, "Hey, who said your going to get any sleep?"

I laughed and playfully grabbed his cock and balls. "Not drained yet?" I
asked.

"Not even close," Mark replied as he knelt down and softly bit my
cock-head.

And that was that. Mark and I still see each other a lot, and, even though
he now has a steady girlfriend and is 11 years older, we still have the
most amazing time together. And he still is gorgeous.


I have more memories of Mark. If you would like to read them then email me
and it will be done. I love getting email almost as much as I like giving
and getting head.
Bye for now
-- Jer