Meeting Mark by Brilane behk@sprynet.com The first burst of freedom any boy gets is that bike his dad gets him. And like most normal families my dad got me a full 26 inch (bike, although it would be interesting to see one). At the age of 12 I used it like the car you have now. I went everywhere and never was without it. I loved that bike, a three speed "English Raleigh" that he got on a trip to England. It was like the ones you see in the British pictures. The bike and I were inseparable. It would be five years before I would drive a car and that bike took me from a scrawny kid of twelve to a well developed man. I had, and still do, good legs and it help give my ass that nice bubble shape gay guys love so well. From using the bike I got into the track team in high school. I ran the 880 and 440 yard races. Not bad times either. By the time high school came around I knew every part of Brunswick, Maine blindfolded. About that time I could stay out till after dark because of my advancing age. I would ride all over and spend time riding the campus of Bowdoin Collage, an Ivy League school that at that time was just boys. The high school used the college track and field house as well as the pool for the swim team so I started spending evenings there after dark. Riding home through the campus was how a nice boy started to learn that college-age guys can be a sexual turn on. I also would learn more at that college about life and myself then any place I've ever been before or since. (parenthetically, because you asked for this, Dan, I really started thinking about the things I did at that college and about Mark and it's been nice remembering, Thanks.) Freshmen track was not too bad but we had to go over to the college, which was four miles from the school. Even though a bus took the team I would bring my bike to school and had to peddle my ass like hell to get there when the bus and team and did. So before we started I had already had warm-up. After we would finish I would be too tired to ride the bike home (about 1/2 mile) so I would walk it through the dorm section. Even though it was still light some of the dorm room lights were on and I started noticing guys running around half dressed. How interesting. At this point I had already been playing around with two friends in the school locker room but I knew them very well and it was like playing around with your brother. There was something very exciting about a stranger, and the more evenings I walked home the more guys I spotted and the more I wanted to see! I walked slower and closer to the windows. This led to meeting Mark but not before I got caught by Bill. I was standing at a window watching a guy jerking off on his bed with the lights on and window shade open. "HI FAG" I froze and turned slowly and almost shit. "What's so interesting in there Ted? Like guy dicks do you?" Bill said with that smirk on his face that I always hated. "I thought I'd get some pointers" I said and the window shade fell with a crash. We both ducked down out of sight as the guy in the room got up pissed and closed the window drapes. We were outta there in a shot. "So what's up TOM?" "Wouldn't you watch if someone pulled out and whacked off in front of you? " With that I hoped the bike and blasted the sound barrier for home. Bill never teased me about it but that night I beat my meat harder then ever before thinking about seeing more. Watching them in their underwear was one thing but there could be more. That led to me getting more blatant in my strolls through the campus and I started hanging around on weekends. The sights got pretty good and being on the track team I knew some of the college jocks. I started to get invited in to their dorms for chats and such. Then I saw him and I almost tripped. It was right in front of the Student Union Building. He looked at me like I was a jerk dropping my bike and tripping all over myself. Yet the entire time I never lost sight of him. He was a hunk with soft edges and stood in cutoff jean shorts and a loose plaid shirt over a nice clean tee that was just snug enough to show his nipples. He turned, sort of laughing, and walked away. His legs were perfect. The right shape and a nice gold tan that meet his torso at the most perfect ass I could imagine. His hair was a soft brown, that shown in the late evening sun like it had a gold quality to it . But I couldn't take my gaze off his ass as he walked away. When I relaxed others were watching me as I pulled myself and the bike up. I brushed the dirt off me I realized I had a rock hard dick! It strained my white tennis shorts so much that I could see its head clearly. I hopped on the bike and started down the walkway to the dorms. Finally getting to the library building I pulled over and set down to think about that guy. I gazed across the campus grounds at the dorm buildings debating whether or not to do some peeking. Being Saturday there was no rush to get home since Mom had gone to some charity thing and everyone else that day had disappeared . So I spent the afternoon riding around, playing tennis at the college courts, then going to the union building for a coke. Karen, my girlfriend of sorts, always said I looked hot in tennis shorts and a white shirt. The white tennis shorts I wore always showed my basket the best and I did enjoy people looking at me. Girls always look plus I also caught enough guys checking me out that I was not shy about myself in the crotch department. Except, of course, a day like this when I acted like a total fuck-up in front of a bunch of jocks. Still, I couldn't stop thinking of that guy and I decided to do some peeking. (but if I do it's your fault, Dan) Jefferson Hall was one of those old buildings where the first floor is really half under ground. It housed the best guys and gave me the best views. The building had lots of ivy, trees and shrubs around it so I could always just sneak up real close to the windows. Wilson Hall housed most of the jocks I knew but it was more open and I had to sort of look more discreetly when peeking at those guys. They were hot and always ran around undressed in jock straps, briefs and the tightest boxers. The boxers that just came on the market that looked like running shorts. They outlined their dicks so you could make out every vein line and whether the guy was cut or uncut. No, Jefferson was for tonight. These guys were nice enough but more the preppie type. There were many lousy boxers there but I wanted a better and closer look and preppies will suck each other more readily than other types. They are just more hypocritical about it! They are the blue blood types but get one and they're down on your dick like a vacuum cleaner. Of course on this night I hadn't learned that yet. Letting my dick lead the way I rode over to Jefferson and parked the bike out of sight in the bushes and started walking around the building. Lots of windows were dark but some were lit and I knew of this one guy who did wear briefs. While sneaking to his window, hoping he was in and alone, I passed another window. Suddenly the light came on and in walked the guy at the union building! I froze and started to sweat. He walked in, slammed the door, and kicked off his shoes. Then he sort of turned and I got a full view of his light blue cutoffs showing what looked like a hard on. He then reached with both hands and pulled his shirt and tee up over his head in one smooth motion letting his arms stay extended for a few seconds. His waist was sucked in allowing the cutoffs to drop enough so I could see his white briefs and a little trail of hair! It flowed to his navel and his cock was outlined and looked massive. My eyes were glued and I started feeling that strong feeling deep down in my balls and felt my cock start to stretch my tennis shorts. With one move he bent forward, arm toward the floor, removing the shirt and exposing his back. As his head almost touched the floor as he let the shirt drop. His back was tight and the mounds that formed that up off the bed. He was pulling his dick down towards his feet and then I started oozing cum in my shorts. I looked down and made a small sound. With that the guy stopped and turned looking at me. I looked at his hands. One was squeezing hard on his dick, the other he pulled off his balls, covered with cum. He raised it up to his mouth and started licking the stuff off. He looked at me dead -panned and I should have to gotten nervous but didn't. Then he rubbed the rest of the cum on his chest and slid off the bed walking over to the window. His cock still stuck straight out of his shorts and I could tell they were soaked with his juices. "You're the kid with the bike?" "Um oh," I couldn't think and started getting nervous. "Get in here," he said. "If you want to look at my meat. You can lick it." With that he reaches out and gently grabs me and then smiled . I had moved so close while watching him that by now I was at the window sill, so I lifted my leg over and as he reached around my chest pulling me in. Then he closed the window and locked it. Walking over to me he pushed me onto the bed and gently placed his hand on the back of my head pushing my face into the wet crotch of his briefs. That smell that I never had sensed before over-powered me and the dick that was still fairly firm started to slip into my mouth. He took his other hand and cupped his balls and started pushing my face up and down the entire front of his briefs. I could feel every part of his cock and the tight ball sack. He said something about liking it and then I realized that I had cupped the lower part of his ass with both my hands and was pulling him tighter towards my face. I started rubbing down between his legs were the ass crack meet his nuts and started licking his balls. I forgot any fear because his motions, while firm, never hurt me and I wanted that DICK. He let go of his nut-sack and reached down in the collar of my shirt and started pinching my little nipples. Pulling my face up to the waist band of the briefs he began rubbing my face up and down the hair between his shorts and his navel. The room was hot and he was covered with sweat that tasted salty. I kept up with his grip and licked up and down, licking inside the belly button, which drove him nuts. He let go of my head and pushed me hard back on the bed pulling my shirt off up over my head. Then, for the first time in my life, a guy kissed me. It felt odd having a bristled face against my lips but he got me to open my mouth and started licking inside. At the same time he was rubbing the back of my ass and legs. My arms were still tangled over my head in my shirt so I just laid there letting him poke around in my mouth. He reached up and untangled my arms and I wrapped them around him. I thought, 'This might be fag shit but it sure felt good', and I had decided I was safe with him and I wanted to see what it was really like. I was tired of just beating off thinking what it might be like. Now I would find out. My arms were around his shoulders as he started kissing and licking my neck and ears telling me all the time not to be afraid and how nice I was. I felt myself starting to let another load go and I couldn't hold it. It seemed like forever and he started saying something that made me realize he was about to shoot again as well so I yelled "No!". It startled him and I pushed him off me and onto his back. Grabbing his briefs I yanked them down exposing his cock as it was spurting cum all over. I decided it was now or never and grabbed it hard trying to stop the stuff . I bent down and pulled his dick into my mouth. Letting go of my grip the cum flooded my mouth and throat. I gagged a little as it spilled out onto his crotch but I continued to suck on his dick. It was losing its hardness but was still large. He pulled my head off and told me to calm down and pulled me up to his face. For the first time I see a smile and his eyes twinkling. He took a finger and brushed it along my chin to show me that it was full of cum. My face was covered with the stuff. My shorts were so soaked that they leaked through to my tennis shorts. We were both covered in sweat. I have never forgotten the smell of his cum, the sweat, and the heat of the room. Asking me my name I tell him Ted, and he says his is Mark . I told him I was a senior in high school. He then asked how old I was and when I said 17 he had a fit. Mark made me get dressed and got me out of there and said it could never happen again. Before I could think of anything to say I was out of the window and on the pathway with my bike. I walked home slowly, hoping my tennis shorts would dry, and that no one was at the house when I got there. I was in luck and ran up stairs peeling off the clothes and showered. But I hid my shorts in my room for about a week convinced that his cum juice was still on them. I beat off every night with greater intensity then ever before and decided that I wanted to go back no matter what he said. I had my first real crush on a man now and he was in for a surprise. I was too. I never had a problem with this sex act because of the JO sessions we had in high school. We placed money on who could shoot the most and farthest. I never won. Bill, who often did, later become a fraternity president. The things he made the pledges do was cruel. Over the next three years I learned a lot from Mark. How to use my uncut dick and enjoy the foreskin, and how to kiss making the foreplay really matter. He showed me that it can make the sex, straight or gay, much more exciting. Oh, and he taught me how to suck my own cock. That came in handy, very handy...