Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2001 11:27:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: TJ Mason <writingdad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Evan and Mark, the Beginning

The following is a work of fiction.  It involves sex between teen males,
and a teen male and an adult.  If you are offended by this type of
material, or if it is illegal, for whatever reason, for you to read it,
please leave now.

Otherwise, read on!
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I'm still not quite sure how I wound up there the other day.  Having PE as
my last class I usually skipped taking a shower after class was over, and
just hopped in the car and went home.

Monday, though, for some reason, I decided to take a shower before I went
home.  Maybe it was because I knew probably wouldn't have time before my
date that night, I don't know.  Whatever it was, it was a decision that has
changed my life.

My name is Evan McCowan.  I'm 17, a junior in high school, not a jock, not
a nerd, and not valedictorian of my class.  I'm about 5'8", brown hair kept
kind of short and gelled on top with a spike at the front.  I have hazel
eyes, that, depending on what I wear can look blue or green.  I have been
told I'm good looking, but, I'm not so sure about that.

Anyway, back to yesterday.  Like I said, I don't usually shower after
class, but yesterday I did.  I really do think it was because coach kept us
out on the field so long, running and all, is why I decided to shower at
school.  I mean, usually, he lets us go ten or fifteen minutes before the
bell, but not yesterday.  Hell, the bell rang, and we were still on the
field.  Coach yelled for us to go ahead and go.

Most of the guys just grabbed their bags from their lockers, and headed
out.  I stripped down, and headed for the showers.  I knew that both the
baseball and soccer teams would be coming through to start practice, but I
didn't really think anything of it.

That was, until Mark walked in.  Mark Richards is the captain of the soccer
team.  He doesn't seem to have many friends, but he's a phenomenal soccer
player.  He and the coach have taken our piddly little team, and taken them
to the state championships for the last two years.  And he's just a junior,
like me.  In fact, now that I think about it, I'm in five out of seven
classes with Mark.

I keep digressing, sorry!

So, there I am, minding my own business, shampoo running all down in my
face and everything, and I hear this voice saying, "Nice dick, there
McCowan."

It was Mark.

So, like, what was I supposed to say?  Being flustered, I replied, "It gets
the job done."

"Oh,?" Mark asked.  "And, uh, what job is that?"

I gave a nervous laugh and replied, "Hey, you know..."

"No, I don't," he said.

"I...well, I..."

"So you're still a virgin, eh?" he asked.

"Well, uh, yeah, I guess," I said, hanging my head.

"I thought you had practice today," I said.

He grinned a funny grin at me and said, "Well, see, I told coach earlier
that I had a muscle cramp, and that I was going to have to try to work it
out.  How about you help me?"

I had been avoiding looking at him while he was talking because I was
embarrassed, and quite frankly, I thought he was really hot. Ever since I
had met him in eighth grade, I knew there was something about him,
something different, something I was attracted to.  I just never knew what.
Now, don't get me wrong, I never made a habit of thinking about guys.  I
had only ever been out with girls, and know that someday I'll have a
family.  But there are a couple of guys in my school that make my heart
beat a little faster, and make me wonder what sex with them would be like.
Mark is at the top of the list.

When he made this comment, I turned to look at him as I said, "What are
you..." and my voice trailed off as I noticed that not only was Mark naked,
but he had a huge hard on.

"See, this tight muscle just popped up a few minutes ago, and I was hoping
that I could get your help massaging it out," he said with a very, very
evil grin.

"Mark, I'm not like that," I said.

"Like what?  You can't help out a friend that needs one of his muscles
rubbed?"

"We both know what you want me to do, and I've never done anything like
that.  Why would you think I would?"

"I've seen how you've looked at me sometimes," he said.  "Hey, and don't
worry, I won't tell, as long as you hit your knees, and massage the head of
my dick with the back of your throat.  Cuz if you don't, I'll be telling it
all over school that you made a pass at me."

"But I didn't!"

"Nobody will care.  If I say it, it's so," he said.

I knew he was right.  I really was torn.  There was a part of me that
wanted nothing more than to get on my knees and suck his dick.  Then there
was the part of me that was afraid that I would like it, that he would tell
anyway, that we'd get caught.

As if sensing my fears, Mark said, "I give you my word, you do me, I don't
say a thing.  And don't worry about someone coming in, everybody is on the
field."

"It's not safe, Mark," I said.  I realized as I said that, that I was
giving in to him, that I was going to suck his dick.

"Follow me," he said as he turned and walked out of the shower.

We went over to the coaches office, and he opened the door and went in.  I
was shocked, but I followed him in.

He shut the door, turned around and said, "We'll be safe in here.  Even if
somebody walked into the locker room, nobody would ever come in here."

I looked at him, straight in the eye, and saw a mixture or emotions.  There
was definitely lust, but there seemed to be understanding, and promise.

He reached up, put his hand on my shoulder, and put pressure on my
shoulder, pushing me down to the floor.  I went down on my knees, and
scooted up closer to him.  He had backed up, resting his butt against the
coaches desk.  I looked at his dick.  It was about 7", very straight, and a
little thicker than mine.

"Come on, Evan, suck it.  Please!"  I could hear the pleading in his voice.

I reached up and grabbed his dick, marveling at how hard, and how smooth it
was.  I gently ran my hand up and down his dick, lightly jerking him,
eliciting a moan of pleasure from him.

Knowing I was passing the point of no return, I leaned up, sniffing his
crotch, marveling in the masculine smell that was Mark.  Then, tentatively,
I reached my tongue out, and licked the shaft.  This got another moan of
pleasure from Mark.

Encouraged by the gentle thrusting of his hips, and his moans, I licked all
around the shaft, working my way up to the head.  At the head of his dick,
I came face to face with two things.  One, so far, I had only jerked on his
dick, and licked it, but I was not yet a cock sucker.  Two, there was a
huge drop of precum on the top of his dick..

Suddenly, it didn't matter.  I reached up with my tongue, and licked off
the pearl of precum.  It had a slightly nutty, salty flavor, but I liked
it.  Without thinking, I took the whole head of his dick into my mouth.  He
gasped, and grabbed the sides of my head, trying to force more of his dick
into my mouth.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and said, "Look, if I'm going to do this,
I'm going to do it.  Don't be forcing me, or I'll quit!"

"I'm sorry, man.  It just felt so good.  I didn't realize how good it would
feel."

"You've never had a blow job before?" I asked.

He blushed and said, "No."

I started to stand up, and he put his hand gently on my shoulder.  "Wait,"
he said.

Then he got down on his knees and said, "Let me catch up to you, and we'll
do this together."

He leaned over, and licked the head of my dick, and then gently began
sucking on it.  He leaned back so that I could get to his dick, and I
started sucking on him again.

This was very difficult for me.  Part of me was really getting into sucking
his dick, and part of me was really, really getting off on him sucking my
dick. Finally, I couldn't stand it.

"Mark, man, if you promise to finish me off, let me just suck you first.  I
can't keep up with all the feelings, and it's hard to concentrate on
sucking you when you're sucking me."

"Ok, man...sure," he replied.

He lay back down on the floor, and I climbed up on top of him, and took his
dick back into my mouth.  I found that in this position, I could swallow
his whole dick down my throat, which he greatly appreciated.  I was really
getting into sucking him, and taking him into my throat.  His hips would
buck up to meet my lips, and I didn't bother trying to stop him, because I
knew he wasn't trying to hurt me.

All too soon I felt his dick begin to get very hard, and noticed that his
nuts were drawing up close to the base of his dick.

"I'm getting ready to cum," he said.  "You don't have to take it if you
don't want to."

I responded by plunging his dick back down my throat, then pulling up and
licking that sensitive area under the head.  He went fucking nuts, moaning,
and groaning, bucking his hips up and plunging his dick into my mouth.

Then, suddenly, my mouth was full of the wildest tasting stuff ever.  I
almost gagged, not from the flavor, but because it was like he was pissing
in my mouth there was so much cum.  I swallowed as fast as I could, and
then plunged his dick back down into my throat.  I could feel his dick
spurting his seed straight into my stomach.  Four, five pulses, then I
pulled his dick out of my throat and back into my mouth.  His shots were
beginning to die down, so I was able to hold the next couple of shots in my
mouth, getting the opportunity to taste him.  It was awesome, and I knew
right then that I was hooked.

"Man," he panted, "that was awesome!"

"Glad you liked it," I said with a smile.  "I can't believe I'm going to
say this, but, man, your cum tastes great."

"Let me see," he said, and he sat up suddenly, and kissed me, sticking his
tongue into my mouth, cleaning out the remnants of his cum."

"Hmmm," he said.  "Tastes better from your mouth, than from my hand."

"What?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "I eat my own cum sometimes."

I laughed and said, "I never did that."

"You never sucked a dick before today, either," he said.

"That's true."

"Think you'll suck one again?"

"Depends," I said.

"On what?" he asked.

"On whether or not I get one in return," I said.

"Oh," Mark said.  And he looked away.

"You ARE going to blow me, right?" I asked, starting to get upset.

"Well..."

"Man, you fuckin' said..."

He put his hand on the middle of my chest to quite me and said, "I don't
want you to freak on me, but, how about instead of me blowing you, you fuck
me?"

I was shocked.  I didn't know what to say.  Here was the star of the soccer
team, one of the hottest guys in school, wanting me to fuck him up the
butt!

He got a look of fear on his face, but then I smiled and said, "That sounds
way cool, man!"

He said, "I'll have to suck you a little bit, to get you all wet and all.
But, if you don't mind, I need you to loosen me up a little."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there's two ways, actually.  With your finger, or with your tongue."
He had a hopeful look on his face when he said that last part.

I thought for a minute and realized that I'd just drunk this guys cum.  If
his ass was clean, there wasn't any reason for me not to lick it.

"In fact," he said, "if you start out like you're French kissing my ass,
and then start finger fucking me, it'll be a lot easier."

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

He blushed again and said, "I've been giving head and getting my ass fucked
by someone you know for the last two years."

"Then how is it you didn't know what a blow job felt like?" I asked.

"I said I did him, not that he reciprocated."

"Man, that sucks!"

"It's ok.  But I've found out that I really like to get fucked, and your
dick is a lot bigger than his, so I know I'm gonna like it, but you're
gonna have to help get me loosened up."

"So this guy licks your ass, but he won't suck your dick?"

"Actually, when he fucks me, he uses lube.  Since his dick is actually kind
of small, all he does is finger fuck me a little bit, and then puts it to
me.  You're bigger, and I would really appreciate finding out what a rim
job feels like as well."

"Rim job?" I asked.

"Where you lick my ass," he said with a laugh.

"Well, then, stud, let's get this fuck on the road!"

I laid down on the floor, and he took my now only half hard dick into his
mouth, and pointed his ass in my direction.  I didn't even think twice.  It
was apparent to me that somebody had been using him, and since he was
treating me good, I was going to make sure he had a good time too.  As soon
as his hole was within reach, I leaned up and started licking all over and
around his pucker.  I was surprised at how turned on I got doing this.

"Stick your tongue in me, please," he said.

I obliged him, and he started moaning and fucking himself on my tongue.  I
was getting hot knowing I was bringing him such pleasure.  I was slobbering
all over his ass, up in his ass, and tongue fucking him for all I was
worth.  Then I remembered that he said I would need to finger fuck him too,
so I reached up and inserted my index finger into his ass while I was
licking it.  He moaned and bucked back more, all the while, sucking my dick
like there was no tomorrow.  After a few pokes from my finger, I added my
middle finger, and kept on licking his asshole.  The tangy taste was
driving me wild.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulled off of my face, but before I could ask
what was going on, he had turned around, and was sliding my rock hard dick
up his hot ass.  My mind went into sensory overload as I felt that hot,
moist, tight tunnel envelop my dick.

"OH FUCK!" I shouted.

"YEAH!" he said as he bottomed out on my dick.

"Fuck me, Evan.  Fuck me hard, man!" he said as he started bucking up and
down on my dick.

I pushed into him as hard as I could, and tried to match his up and down
strokes.  We were having a hard time getting into a rhythm, so he said,
"Here, fuck me from behind," and he got on his hands and knees.

I got behind him, guided my dick up to his hole, and pushed all the way in.

"OH FUCK!" he shouted.  "Damn, Evan, that feels good.  Now fuck the shit
out of me, man!  Fuck me hard!"

And fuck him I did.  I banged his ass as hard as I could, pulling my dick
out as far as I could and then slamming it all the way back into him.  He
was moaning, and bucking back into me, trying to get more and more of me
inside him.

Before I knew it, I could feel my orgasm approaching.  I felt it building
deep inside me, and then, without warning, I started cumming.  I have no
idea how many times I squirted into him, all I know is that the pleasure
was so great, that I almost passed out.

Mark was jerking his dick, and as my orgasm started subsiding, I felt his
asshole clinch around my dick so tight I thought he was going to tear off
my dick at the base.  He stiffened, and then pumped about 5 shots of cum
onto the floor.

I collapsed onto his back, trying to catch my breath as he did the same.
It took us both several minutes, but we finally were able to breathe
normally again, but I still couldn't stand up.

Neither of us said anything for several minutes.  I felt my dick slide out
of his ass, along with a big gush of my cum, and I smiled.  I leaned back,
pulling Mark back with me, turning him around as I leaned back so that we
were face to face.

I looked deep into his eyes, and leaned in and kissed him.  In that moment,
as I was recovering from my first sexual experience, I felt something I
never had before.

We broke the kiss, and as I stared into his eyes, I heard myself say, "I
love you, Mark."

He smiled and said, "Nah, you're just on a post-orgasmic high."

"No, Mark, I have denied my feelings for a long, long time, but I think I
have loved you ever since I met you."

He looked at me, searching my eyes, and found truth and sincerity.

His eyes filled with tears, and he hugged me tightly.

"Oh, god, Evan, what am I going to do?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Remember when I said I was putting out for someone you knew?"

"Yea."

"Well, see, you telling you love me is the best news, and the worst news
I've ever heard."

"Why?"

"Well, see, I've had a crush on you since eighth grade.  I just never knew
how to tell you."

"But that's great!  We've found each other!"

"But I can't quit putting out for this other guy."

"Why not?"

"Because it's Coach Johnson, the soccer coach."

I was stunned.

"How?"

"Back when I was a freshman, I got conned into sucking Randy Peterson off."

"Wasn't he the captain of the soccer team back then?"

"Yeah, and the first time that I sucked him, Coach Johnson walked in on us.
He said that he wouldn't say anything if he could watch, and then me blow
him.  What was I going to do?  You know what my dad is like."

I should explain - homophobic doesn't go far enough for his dad.  He's a
well-respected businessman in the community, and the ads that he takes out
in the paper for his business always have scripture in them, denouncing
whatever 'sin' he's harping on that week.  For the last two years, he's
been on a tirade against gays almost every other week.  To say the least,
Mark would be in deep shit if his dad found out he was a dick sucker.

"So, I finished sucking Randy off, and then sucked off Coach.  It wasn't
until this year that he started fucking me."

"Why don't you turn him in?  He's manipulating you!"

"Because, well, two reasons.  The first is, it's his contacts that have
gotten me the scholarship to State when I graduate.  If I cut him off, I'm
sure that I won't get a scholarship offer at a big school like that.  The
other reason, honestly Evan, I got to where I enjoyed it.  I mean, don't
get me wrong, I would much rather have been getting blown, or getting to
fuck him, but, man, for as small as his dick is, he sure made my ass hum.
But, now things are different.  There's you."

"What about me?"

"You love me, I know I love you, I don't want to have to 'service' him any
more, but I don't know how to get out of it."

"Don't worry about it, man.  We'll figure something out.  Together."

He looked up at me, and I could see the love in his eyes.  It suddenly
struck me, "Didn't you skip the sixth grade?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"When is your 16th birthday?"

"The 28th of this month.  Why do you ask?"

"So you're 15 right now?"

"Uh, doh!  Why are you asking?"

"You, my dear heart, are underage. In other words, you're jailbait.  Not
just to me, but to Coach Johnson too."

"That's not good!" he said.

"Well, if we haven't gotten caught and don't do anything again until your
birthday, there's not a problem.  However, if Coach gets caught, he could
go to jail.  Especially if there are pictures."

"Pictures?"  Mark asked.

"I have my digital camera in my gym bag.  I can take pictures, with the
date stamped on them, as leverage."

"I see what you mean," he said.  "If you take a date stamped picture of me
and coach, we can use that to keep him from making me have sex with him.
If he ever does or says anything, we can put him behind bars, since I'm
underage!"

"You got it babe!" I said.

"Well, lets get this place cleaned up, and I'll get onto the field.  You
stick around and sneak back in the locker room after 4:30, ok?  He usually
makes me stay after practice, and fucks me after everybody leaves.  I
always have to take two laps at the end of practice anyway.  I'll limp
today, with my 'pulled muscle' and everything.  You just be sure to get his
face."

"I'll need you to make sure that you're sucking him like I started doing
you today, with him leaning on the desk, and, basically, the two of you
sideways to the door.  I hate to get your beautiful face in this picture,
but it has to obviously be you, so that the potential charges can stick."

We cleaned up the coaches office, and I hurried and got dressed, and
actually went out to my car.  I forgot that I had something in the car that
might actually be better.

At 4:25, I eased back into the locker room, and hid on the last row of
lockers.  I heard Mark come in from the field, and heard the coach call
him.

"Mark, can you come to my office, please?" he said.

I eased out from behind the locker so that Mark could see me as he walked
to coach's office.  Mark was completely naked.

"Yes, coach?" he asked from the door.

"Get that sexy little ass of yours over here and give me some head," he
replied.

I knew that I wouldn't have much time.  While we were cleaning up the
office, we realized that the best chance we had for me to be able to get
incriminating photos was if the coach was almost ready to cum.  He wouldn't
hear the digital camera when it took its picture.  I hated it for Mark,
because he would have to swallow this mans semen again.

Well, things didn't work quite that way.  Mark was going to town, sucking
the coach's dick, trying to get him to cum.  Mark was moaning a bit, so I
was able to snap a couple of pictures showing both their faces.  One time,
Mark was even looking at me!

That was the last photo I took.  I put the camera away, and pulled out my
video camera.  I had forgotten that I had brought it to school to work on a
drama presentation with, but now, well, I got some rather interesting
footage.

"Hey, boy, slow down there," coach said.  "I don't want to get off so
fast."

The video camera was rolling, and I was out of the coach's field of vision.

"Turn around here, and let me have some of that sweet ass of yours, boy."

Mark stood up, turned around, and impaled himself on the coaches dick.

"Oh, yeah!  That feels good boy.  I can't believe I waited a whole year
with nothing but blow jobs from you before I got into your ass.  I don't
know what I was thinking.  Yeah, that's it, work my dick boy."

He was really getting into the fuck.  He grabbed Marks hips and was fucking
him hard, his balls making a slapping noise when they hit Mark in the ass.

"Well you sure took to this, Markie, my boy.  Your ass sure is a hell of a
lot tighter than my wife's cunt.  And you give it up a lot easier too!
Well, seeing as how you'd never get a sports scholarship if you didn't..."
and then he laughed a rather nasty laugh.

Coach continued fucking Mark for a couple of more minutes, then said, "I'm
close, Markie, but I want to cum in your mouth and all over your face," so
he pulled out, and made Mark suck his dick again.  Mark was gagging on
coaches dick, and it was all I could do not to say anything, but I knew
that pictures of the coach making Mark eat his cum would be more damming
than anything else.

Coach grabbed Mark by the head and started slamming his dick into Marks
face.  It only took about a minute of that and you could see his big nuts
pull up close to his body.

"Uhhnnnnn...." He shouted, as he started cumming in Marks mouth.  "Eat my
jiz boy," he said, and then pulled his still shooting dick out of Marks
mouth, shooting several volleys of cum all over Marks face and in his hair.

"Damn boy, that was good!" coach said.  "Now, why don't you be a good
little fuck boy and clean off my dick..

"Mark, it's all on video, the whole thing," I shouted and headed for the
door.

"What the...?" the coach said.

Mark told me later that evening what happened after I ran out of the locker
room.

"That was my friend, Evan," Mark said calmly as he wiped the coaches cum
off of his face.  "While I was sucking your dick, he was taking our
pictures, showing both of our faces."

"What kind of sick shit is this?" the coach roared.

Coach drew back his hand to slap Mark when Mark spoke up, "Do you want to
add batter on a minor to your other troubles, Coach?"

The slap never landed.  Coach said, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Well, coach, there was no way to prove anything that had been going on
between us before now, but, you see, now there are pictures, date stamped,
and, apparently, a video, which I guarantee is also date stamped.  By the
time you can get dressed and chase after him, Evan will have downloaded the
digital pictures, and e-mailed them to himself, and to me.  Those date
stamped pictures will then have a computer date stamp on them as well."

"What difference does that make?"  Coach asked.

"My 16th birthday is in twelve days."  He paused while the importance of
that fact settled on the coach.

"Coach, today was the last time you and I are having sex.  I'm not going to
say anything, but I have pictures, and video.  Based on what Evan said, the
video shows me performing oral sex on you, you fucking my brains out, me
swallowing your cum, and you shooting off all over my face.  I'm not sure,
but I'm betting your wife, nor the administration would be particularly
happy knowing about your sexual skills.

"Oh, and coach, if I don't get a full scholarship to State U, the pictures
and the video go to the police."

"I can't control whom they give their scholarships to!" he said.

"Well you had better pull every string you have, Coach.  Because I'm
serious, I had better receive notice next September that I have been
accepted at State with a full scholarship, or you are done for."

With that, Mark walked out of the coaches office, and started showering.
When he was finished, he got dressed, and went back to the coaches office.

"Good night, and good bye, Coach.  I'll see you at practice."

He said that the coach was still sitting at his desk, completely naked, his
hands in his head.

Mark burst out the front doors of the school, and ran over to where I was
waiting for him.  The only other car in the parking lot was the coaches, so
when he got to me, he pulled into a big hug, and he kissed me deeply.

"I love you, Evan!  The video camera was a great idea!  How'd you have time
to go get it?"

"I forgot that it was in my car," I said.

"Let's go to my house, and watch that video," Mark said.

"You want to watch what he did to you?"  I asked, incredulously.

"Evan, I only want to be with you now, but you have to admit, I put on
quite a show.  I'd really like to see what I looked like."

"Oh, so you want me to videotape our sex sessions from now on?"

He laughed and said, "Maybe, maybe not, but on my birthday, the next time
we have sex, that I want to tape, and keep forever."

Since we've got ten more days to go, we'll have to see what I can put
together for his birthday!

Oh, yeah, neither of us have heard a peep out of coach yet.  I e-mailed him
a copy of one of the pictures, and a still of him cumming on Mark's face.
Mark said when he went to practice yesterday, when coach saw him, he turned
white as a sheet!

If you guys ask real nice, Mark and I might tell you about what we wind up
doing for his birthday later this month!