Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2006 16:53:54 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: STRIPES 05 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes, involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you ought not read this story, by law. Check with your local laws, regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. In the real world, use protection, during sexual encounters. STRIPES 05 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Time seemed to pass so quickly. It was never the same around home. That's why I chose to stay overnight at Mark's house so much. His parents never minded, glad they could help me out. The couple of times I returned home to pick up some of my clothes and stuff, I was `friendly' with dad, but it was obvious there wasn't any love lost between us. As the years passed, he took up with drinking. Threatened with job action, he attended the local AA. After `drying up', he took up with a woman from the church, the place where AA met and married her. Mark went with me to the wedding, but I felt uncomfortable. Sending a message, dad frowned when he noticed Mark and I holding hands. In fact, at the reception, he saw me alone and commented, "What'd you do? Infect him?" It hurt deep. Dad would never accept me being gay. I'm not sure what his lady thought. Perhaps she put him up to saying it. In my senior year of high school, I was living one hundred percent of the time at Mark's place. His parents didn't mind having `three sons' around, which included Mark's younger brother, now in sixth grade. "Sean, do you like kissing my brother?" It wouldn't have been so awkward, if Mikey hadn't asked it at the dinner table. Not that his parents minded. Mark's mother just smiled, more out of the cuteness of it. I resorted to saying, "It's nice." "When I get grown up, I think I'll try it." That didn't get the five star smile from his mom. Yet, neither of Mark's parents begrudged us of the facts surrounding being gay. We slept in the same bedroom. After hanging around for two years, his parents footed the bill for a full-sized bed. I think that might have been for the fact of getting woken up, each time one us fell out of the twin bed, hitting the floor! That very night, more rumblings occured, which was nothing out of the ordinary by now. "Don't forget to lock the door," I mentioned to Mark. His hot buns looked so cute, as they shifted from side to side, walking to the door, making sure the button on the knob, was pushed in. "Yep, all's secured," he said, turning around, slapping his palms together, "all's battened down." As he approached the bed, he stopped for a moment, freezing in place. "What?" He directed to me. "Nothing," I replied. He could see right through me, through the faraway vision, like he could see inside my brain, watching little mechanisms turn. With one hand on his hip, his other outstrecthed, which was quickly becoming Mark's `trademark', he twiddled with the fingers on his other hand, to signal to me. "Okay. Let's have it?" "I think tonight could be the night?" Suddenly his whole being grew excited, as if winning the lottery. "Hell yeah!" Not much different than diving into the pool, at school, Mark dove into the sheets. "Really? You're gonna fuck me?" With my hand under the sheet, I held my fucking tool, all primed and ready. All I had to do now, is get up enough nerve to pull it off. "How do you want me?" I couldn't help wanting to giggle, as Mark got up, pointed his head towards the door, getting on all fours, his teen ass facing my direction. "Or do you want me like this?" Working faster than I could think, Mark flipped over, slapping his back against the mattress, reaching under himself, hoisting his legs up, his hands behind his kneecaps. "Can we slowdown, Mark?" The fireworks I started became extinguished, Mark dropping his legs down. I sure did excite him, his five inches, hard as a rock, stood up straight, before keeling over onto his balls, adding a little bounce to it's step. Worst, was the pathetic look on his face. More like disappointment, to the max. "Um, yeah," he shrugged his shoulders, "sure. But..." We both paused, til I said, "What?" It hurt me to see Mark this way, me being the cause of it. Right away I thought, `I better make things right and quick!' There was only one way to do that. Give Mark what he wants! "Um," I ran my hand over my cheek, like a man that has stubble. Heck, neither of us even shave yet, though any day now we would start. Okay, so I'm fibbing a little. Once I took some of dad's shaving cream and dabbed it between my navel and pubes, proceeding to take my life in my hands, with his double-edged razor and carving out a thin line of shaving cream. It didn't really work. No hair came in, but I put it on my wish list to God, to develop some kind of little trail from my navel to my pubes, like Mr. Martin. I was very specific too. Thin and dark. "Earth to Sean. Yo dude!" "Oh yeah. Hmm, I think I want you on your back." "Hell yeah!" I was sure Mikey heard him, would be knocking on the bedroom door. He's done that before, wondering what two gay guys are doing, behind a locked door. Mark has always been polite, saying `Get the hell outta here, Mikey!' I could think of some worse ways to convey it. "Move!" "Heaaay! Who's giving the orders here?" "I could sit on it!" Now there's an idea. But no, I rolled over on my side, getting to my knees. "Um, don't you think I should make it wet, Sean?" "Don't you think you should have thought of that before you chased me up out of the bed?" Mark developed some hot sucking techniques. I never felt his teeth again, after that first time. Of course it was the same way, me lying back, head on the pillow, hands behind my head, legs parted and him doing all the work. Funny thing is though, we both worked up the same amount of sweat. Also, he was getting very good at drawing back and then pouring it on, going to town, sucking me til I came. Plus, he liked my creme, as if it was a gourmet treat. "I got an idea!" `Thrilling', I thought. `What brilliant scheme did Mark dream up this time? He was always coming up with something new. Yet, ninety-nine percent of the time, his ideas turned out to be great!' "What?" "C'mon. Sit right here on my chest," he tapped both palms on his pecs. Sounded cool. I could deal with that. Another aspect of oral sex Mark began to get good at, is taking my cock down his throat. I don't know how he did it, especially since in the cafeteria at school, he almost choked on a hot dog. "Hey, ya know what?" "What?" "Your ass feels cool on my chest." "Oh? How does that go, Mark?" I asked him. Growing tired of his comments, I sighed, wanting more action. "I dunno." Then, apparently figuring it out, he clued me in, "your rubbing on my nips." Before he got anymore brilliant ideas though, I placed the tip of my cock on his lips. Right away he got the hint, opening up. One problem with my ass sitting on Mark's chest, feeding him my six inch teen cock, is I had to do all the work. In order to insert it even halfway into his mouth, I had to lift my ass off of his chest. "Oooooh," he mumbled, with disappointment. I withdrew. "What's wrong now, crybaby?" He smiled. "Nothing. It's just that your not rubbing on my nips anymore. Kind of felt good, you know?" (Hint... hint!) Sometimes he can find such stoopid things to complain about. My answer was, "You want to get fucked tonight or next year?" I rolled my eyes, reassuming my leaning position. Mark's mouth opening so wide, I could see the place where his tonsils used to be. Leaning forward, I took advantage of the moment. I couldn't fathom how in the world Mark could swallow my cock for such a long time and breathe at the same moment. Being on the swimming team at school, I supposed he learned something I didn't, about being underwater for long periods of time. Felt so awsome though. Mark never managed to `not' thrill me, his tongue massaging my cock to the fullest. Once, as I lurched forward, the top half of my bod, my shoulders, slumped backwards. I had to brace myself and by instant reflex, my hands reached behind me. One hand landed right over Mark's left pec. My thumb pressed on his nip, as if ringing a doorbell. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I detected, deep in Mark's throat. Kind of liking the way little shockwaves traveled up my shaft, I decided to pursue. Also, Mark thoroughly enjoyed the pressing of my thumb on his nip. The afterthought, the vibration of his voice, my other hand found Mark's right nip. It was like having something surrounding my cock, vibrating, as I grabbed Mark's teen nips up in my thumbs and fingers and toyed with them. He swung his head to the side, dislodging my cock. As if the cord became unplugged, I stopped pulverizing his nips. "Oooooooooooh!" he whined. Evilly, I replied, "If I don't get no action, you don't get no action!" I proceeded to laugh myself silly, watching Mark, handless, trying to get my stiff cock back in his mouth. "You want to help out here?" He said, as if angry. Still laughing my ass off, I directed it into the tunnel. It wasn't long that I felt the need for release. Occasionally I would lean back, find his own teen shaft touch the small of my back. I began to get agile at folding my legs under myself and like a yoga expert, lean almost flat, so that my back touched Mark's moist stick. Of course the actions pulled my six inch shaft out of Mark's mouth, causing it to stick up straight to the ceiling. Figuring out how to slide at least one arm out, gave Mark the facility to handle my balls. I probably should have felt pain, when he stretched my sacs towards his mouth, but I was too high on testosterone, at the moment! "Aggrrrhhh!" I emitted a grunt, causing Mark to say a superficial, "Sorry!" However, it didn't stop my teen lover from carrying on with slurping his tongue over my medium sized orbs. I pushed back up, so that he could fit both in his mouth, running his slick tongue in between, over and over each ball in it's own sac. A couple of times, I would start bucking my hips, which loosened my balls from the grip of Mark's lips, a hint that my cock needed attention. "Ooooooh," he whined, in such desperation to retrieve them. I usually resorted to doing a situp. Sometimes Mark would skip over my balls and go for the stick! Sitting on his chest and getting my cock sucked became one of my favorite positions, to get my shaft worked over. It became easier, like that first night we tried it, for me to slide down Mark's stomach, press my hands against his chest, doing what he expected, my thumbs and fingers using his hot nips as leverage, to position my knees between his legs. Not the first time I fucked him, but the second time, while moving downwards, placing one knee and then the other, from outside his thigh, to the inside, I accidentally kneeled on his ballsacs, much smaller than my own. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Mark screamed like hell, doing a situp, Pilate would hail as `perfecto'. This time I wound up apologizing like crazy. Funny this is, Mark smiled, saying it didn't really bother him. I began to wonder about this boy. First he loved for me to squish his nips and now he smiled and said it was `okay', when my knee pulverized his teen balls? "Are you gonna fuck me now?" Mark asked me, that first time. "Yeah," I replied, "if I can get your legs to cooperate!" When I lifted up his right leg, putting it up against my right shoulder, if fell off, when I lifted his left leg, to my left shoulder. "If I can get some cooperation here," I complained. Mark cooperated alright. "I don't mean for you to choke the living daylights out of me!" He laughed, squeezing my neck with his legs, but would get the last laugh, "If my cock dries out, you'll be laughing!" I offered, annoyed. Really. I was annoyed, not fooling around. By this time, after Mark had already sucked my cock hard, worked over my balls with his tongue, stretching them between his teen lips, then worked up my shaft, conditioning it into fucking shape, I didn't want to lose the feeling. It's Mark's fooling around, which added the fuel to me jerking my hips forwards, my knees moving to the beat, my six inches approaching his ass canal. First time fucking is tricky. I didn't know exactly where Mark's asshole lay. Sure, I saw the indentation, about a good four inches below his cock and balls, but I had to guess, not being able to visually look where my stiff shaft was headed. First shot at poking him with my cock, I hit three inches. Moving back, I tried to see where the target lay. "Something wrong?" Mark questioned me. "Yeah," I replied. Then more or less ordered, "Here. Hold these." Taking Mark's ankles, I pressed them back, almost over his head. He gasped, at his leg muscles getting stretched backwards, but quickly forgot the pain associated with it, with the anticipation lurking. I have to admire him though. Taking his ankles, in each hand, he slid his palms down to under his thighs. "Thanks," I replied, ordinarily. Grabbing hold of his thighs, pivoted his whole ass upwards, which gave me the advantage of opening up his ass crevice, allowing me to spot the target. Of course, by then, my hard shaft was a little soft and way too dry. I wasn't about to go through the process of having Mark let go of his legs, hiking my ass up to his pecs, then going to all the work of having his tongue lube me up. So, I did the next best thing. I spat my spit into my own hand and grabbed my own piece. I worked it up a little. "I can do that," Mark said. He looked so cute, holding his legs for my benefit, spreading them apart, to clear the view for our conversation. But I knew he didn't mind watching, as I worked fervently to revive my cock to the hard shaft it was. In fact, Mark even admitted it. "That's so cool, Sean!" "What's cool?" "Watching you stroke your cock. It's... it's so shiny, too!" "Yeah, well, if I didn't spit on it," I stopped for a second to get another wad of wetness, then continued stroking, while my mouth still ran off, "I'd get rope burns or something!" Of course Mark thought what I said hilarious and began giggling. Me? Too serious, my prostrate doing flip-flops, as I whipped my shaft into fucking shape. "Ooooookaaaaay!" I announced, "Here we gooooo!" Suddenly Mark dummied up, getting all too serious, to match my disposition. I know he wanted to see over his own chest, stomach and pubes, to get a look at his own ass, to watch me put my cock in it's little tunnel. Little it was too. When I put the tip of my shaft up to his hole, it fit in, but the rest was way too big. "Ain't gonna fit!" I announced. Was I surprised, as Mark yelled out, "You built me up for this?" I built him up? Nobody could be more surprised than me, by what he did. Letting his legs go, he put his palms up against the headboard of the bed and pushed his hands against it. Like I said, Mark comes up with these off-the-cuff, spur-of-the-moment ideas, which turn out to spell `brilliance'. This one wasn't any exception. At the onset, I shouted out `Oh shit!', thinking my shoulders would be bruised to hell, from his catapulting thighs. However I was wrong. His legs slid down my arms, to each side, then up and under. "What the hell?" Startled, to say the least, Mark's legs slid up and under my arms. It then came to me, as he crisscrossed his legs behind my back. We had been horsing around in the pool one practice, at school. I did the same thing to him. Of course both our cocks reacted, being squashed into each other's swim trunks. Like that day, the same came to pass, with a little twist to the action. My shaft, all lubed up, smashed into his ass chamber, as his crablegs brought me forwards. I felt like I was on an amusement ride, my cock pressing into his pubic region, four inches lower. "Oh shit!" I screamed out, Mark singing a different tune. Throwing his head back, I'll never forget the look of pain on his face, his eyes squinting shut so tightly, I thought they would stay there permanently. As for me, I figured my cock would get whittled down to the size of a straw. Instead, as Mark forced my shaft inside his ass, it opened up. The ramming speed stretched him, allowing my cock to keep it's thick form, plowing on in. "Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man!" I barked. A sense of the unknown, plowing new territory, I gasped at the possibility of a painful entry. Instead, I experienced the most awesome pleasures of my life. Mark's tight ring, just like his mouth - no! Even more satifying, carried the whole length of my teen cock, as I moved in further and further. After the initial, painful entry - painful for him, pure pleasure for me - he relaxed his legs, giving releasing, passing on the movement to me, causing me to propell forward, entering his tight canal. "Oh wow!" I said out loud, announcing the revelation, "I'm all the way in!" Mark garbled something, but I became the main proponent of speech. "Oh-man! My balls are up against your ass!" Looking down, I tried to see it. Instead, all I saw is Mark's balls tight up against my pubes. I couldn't see my own cock, buried in his ass, nor my balls. Only felt it. I noticed something else, which psyched me out. Even though Mark squinted his eyes shut, arched his back, letting his head fall backwards, his mouth open, babbling, his cock stood rigid, a bead of precum stationed at the tip. I mentioned to Mark, "You know, you're hard?" "Do something!" Frozen in place, my hard teen shaft, resting in peace, inside his chute, he couldn't have been more right. I sensed it getting a bit soft. My cock felt so hot, literally, inside of Mark. I didn't want the feeling to end, being this a new beginning for us. I didn't consider myself the `rocket scientist', equating to his intelligence, but I wasn't any dummy neither. With quick thinking, I associated the lips of his mouth, with the `lips' of his ass. `Okay, I can do this,' I thought to myself. I actually felt proud, pulling my cock out a little, then shoving it back in. Mark let out an, `Oooooooooooohhhhhhh!" "That didn't hurt did it?" "Do it some more. I'll let you know!" I smiled. He was loving it. I didn't have any gripes, myself, pulling out and then forcing my cock back into his chute. "Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man!" I let loose again. Better than Mark's lips, I moved in, then out, then in again. Over and over, my tube got the hottest massage it's ever sensed. Soooooo much better than Mark's lips coating his teeth. More velvety than licking hot fudge off a spoon, at the end of a sundae! "You okay, Mark?" I asked, not really thinking of him. I asked for it, I got it! "Shutup and just keep fucking me!" `Keep fucking him?' He asked for it, he's gonna get it. Not only did I feel challenged, but my cock was at the point of no return. As when I get that way, ready to shoot my load down Mark's throat, I beefed up the action. Digging my toes into the mattress, my arms automatically, as if on auto-pilot, picked up his legs. I didn't care about what Mark wanted. Suddenly, it became `what I wanted'. Bending his legs back, I must've lifted his ass half-a-foot off the bed, forcing my cock along with it. Later I would think of my cock pumping his ass, like the guy in the street, drilling his jackhammer into the pavement, to break through the rough asphalt. Loosing sense of anything, even being in Mark's bedroom, I starting pulling out and driving my six inches of teen cock back into him. I don't know how many times I pulled out and thrashed it back, deep inside of Mark's ass chute, but it sure made me work up a sweat. Dripping like a shower head, my sweat flew off in all directions. "I'm coming... I'm coming... oh fuck, I'm coming!" Later we wondered why Mikey didn't come running to the door, knocking it down. I heaved my hips forward, wanting to get myself deeper inside Mark, at the same time feeling my cock juice explode inside him. Each time I spurted out, I pressed forward, with the sensation of shooting my wad deeper. As it lessened, my grunts became more subdued, to the point of whining. Last thing I remember, is my arms relaxing, letting Mark's legs part, my chest slamming into his stomach, sweat splatting, making a `farting' sound. "Oooooh-maaaaaaan.... oooooooh-man...... ooooooh-maaaan... oh-maaaaan...." Like reaching the opposite end of the pool, my lungs breathed heavily, sucking in oxygen. It felt like Mark's body had lube plastered all over it. My head lay smack in the middle of his pecs. As I gained control of my breathing, I slid upwards. "Uggggh!" "What?" Mark questioned. With this `yuk' look on my face, I did half-a-pushup. Lying half back, Mark's leg keeping me propped up, between his thighs, I ran my hand along my stomach. "Eweeeeeeeeee!" "It's only cum," Mark nonchalantly said, between still catching his own breath. My hand sliding down my slick stomach, my index finger slipped in and out of my deep bellyhole. "Damn well filled it up!" All Mark could do was giggle. It was the first time I felt another guy's cock juice in my navel. Mark, not giving two hoots about it, more interested in other things, took hold of my shoulder and slapped me down, right on top of him. "Huh?" Reaching under my pits, he dragged me up, til our lips met. We lay there, our bodies slimed with sweat and cum, too weary to roll out of bed and head off to the shower. % 2B continued Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.