Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 16:54:58 +0200
From: Gary Ellis <g.ellis@writeme.com>
Subject: Mark and Gary 1

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE IN THE COUNTRY YOU ARE LIVING, OR READING
THIS STORY, OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN BOYS, OR BOYS AND MEN,
DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

THIS IS A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY, EXCEPT FOR A VEY SMALL SECTION.

ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE IMAGINARY AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL PERSON OR
CIRCUMSTANCE IS ACCIDENTAL AND COINCIDENTAL.


The events in this story took place recently in England.

Mark and Gary part 1 of 6

Me and my parents live in an average house in an average street in an
average town. They have average jobs. Their son, however, is not
average. He is going to be a famous doctor, banker, or politician, maybe
even prime minister. The problem with that is he's actually a rent
boy. That's just a temporary financial mess I got into.

My name is Mark. I'm fourteen, reasonably good looking, and gay. Of course
my parents don't know that. They have tried to marry me off already. Her
parents have money, ask her out, they own a big company, I can do tea for
you. I will stay out of your way.

You know what I mean. They are both in dreamworld.

Things didn't use to be so bad. I went to the local grammar school for
boys. It was the best school in the area. It was pretty strict. We had to
have immaculate uniforms, follow all the stupid rules, and do loads of
homework. But we did have good teachers.  We did loads of sport. I was good
at that. I was captain of the colt's football team. That made me
popular. We had won nearly all our games. Things were going well. There was
just one problem with all the sport. It was the showers. They were
compulsory.

After a game, we had to get undressed, walk through a corridor, absolutely
naked, to a bank of showers. There was no privacy. After, we had to go to a
drying room. It was very warm in there. We just took a small towel off a
pile to dry off, and then walk back to the changing room, still totally
naked. This had to have been designed by a total pervert.

All the boys were a bit embarrassed for a day or two, but then got used to
it. But I had a big problem. His name was Gary. He was the most beautiful
boy in the world, and he had the most beautiful tackle in the world. Let's
just say he had longish blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, beautiful
muscular body, fantastic muscular legs, and when he walked out of the
shower room with that glistening wet skin, well, I was in trouble.

All the boys got a boner, or a semi, now and again. We just used to take
the piss for ten minutes, and then it was forgotten.

My big problem was that Gary was a brilliant football player too. So we
always hit the showers together. He used to get a semi quite often. His
dick would grow about two inches, but still flop down. The guys used to
tell him to put his extension away. He just said it happened when he dried
it off. The trouble was mine went sky high when it happened. I tried not to
look, but I couldn't control myself. Guys were noticing.

One weekend, some of us were asked to go in for some practice. We had some
big matches coming up, and the coach wanted the teams to practice
penalties. We had been missing them. That can cost valuable points, the
coach said.

Of course, Gary was one of them. After practice, we showered. I went
slowly, hoping that Gary would be out quickly. That didn't work. There were
four guys in the drying room. It hadn't warmed up, and there were no
towels. We will have to hang about until the heat gets through, they
said. Well, this time, it happened. Gary and I both got boners. Oh fuck. We
just sat on a bench for five minutes, our dicks sticking up in the air,
waiting to get dry. Two of the other guys were members of a gang of four
boys that always hung about together. They just looked at us and smiled.

A few days later, I was about to go home when Gary rushed up and said he
wanted to speak to me urgently about something.

Can you come to the old workshops in about ten minutes, he asked?

Sure, I said, sounding rather surprised.

These workshops used to be a small factory about half a mile from the
school. It had gone bust. I knew that you could break in easily.

So, I walked there slowly. I shouted out, and I heard Gary call me. When I
found him, he was in an inner office, one of those old fashioned ones, with
glass dividers everywhere.

He was standing against the back wall, with his hands behind his back,
wearing just his pants. His clothes were neatly folded on an old desk
nearby.

What are you doing, I asked?

If you want me, he said, you have to strip naked, pull my pants down, and
suck my dick.  It's all yours.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I did exactly what he had said. I pulled
his pants down, slid his foreskin back, and started licking his knob. He
got stiff, and then I really went for it, wanking off at the same time. We
both came.

Suddenly, I heard clapping. Then I realised, too late, that Gary's hands
had been tied behind his back. I had been set up. That gang of four
appeared. They had their phones out, and one had a video camera.

Gary started crying. Then they tied me up too.

Anybody want to fuck the gayboys, someone shouted out?

Then they led Gary's little brother in. He was naked and tied up. Now suck
your brother off they told Gary.

Gary shook his head.

If you don't suck him off, Mark is going to fuck him. The choice is yours,
they said.

I'm not, I said. Let him go.

Get us that dildo, one of them shouted. Ram it up his arse.

I'll do it, Gary shouted.

They got him to kneel in front of his brother. All the phones came
out. Gary started sucking his brother off.

Right, you two are going to fuck each other. And you keep fucking each
other until you cum. We want it running out of your arses and down your
legs. Now if you don't, little brother here is going to get his head kicked
in, and his bollocks too. And then this dildo gets rammed right up his
arse. When you two have fucked each other, we are going, but just one
thing. All these videos will be on the internet, unless you bring us one
hundred pounds every Friday, at quarter to nine in the morning, got it?
Right, tie Gary down on that desk with his arse in the air. Get fucking him
you gay bastard. Bring that kid here.  Stand there, and watch your filthy
gay brother getting what he deserves. You have ten seconds to start. Nine,
eight, seven.

I looked at Gary, he was nodding. Ok I'll do it, I said. Right, stand in
front of Gary. Suck his dick till he gets hard, gayboy. They pulled his
head up, and pushed me forward so my dick went right in his mouth. I went
stiff.

Right Mark, get your tongue right up his hole, he will need it. Lick and
spit everywhere.

We started fucking. I was a gentle as possible, but they started shouting
at us to go faster or else. The trouble was I was stiff and I knew I would
cum. I had dreamed about fucking him, but not like this. His dick was as
stiff as a post too. We both came. They had it all videoed.

Right your turn Gary. Tie him down. Nice and tight boys. Get your tongue in
his arse, Gary.  Pull his cheeks apart. We want to see that tongue going
right in. Keep licking, get him nice and wet. You dirty bastards are
already stiff, so get on with it.

Gary fucked me for about fifteen minutes, we both came again. They had it
all recorded on their phones and a camera.

They grabbed Gary's brother, and held him by his hair.

You tell just one word about this, and you will see videos of your brother
and his boyfriend on every fucking website we can find. Got it?

He nodded. As soon as they had gone, he started crying. We untied him, and
found his clothes. Sorry, he said, I was shit scared.

They had my brother here tied up and naked, Gary said. I didn't know what
they were going to do to him. They said they wanted to talk to you, and
told me to get you here.  It's my fault. I could have got the police. This
is my brother Fred, he's nearly thirteen.  What are we going to do?

We need time to work something out, I said. I don't have that sort of
money. I will try and find a job. That's all I can do.

I'll try too, Gary said.

We have to pay them, I said. There are only four weeks left this term. If
they want money after that, I say we have to go to the police.

If my parents find out I'm gay, Gary said, they will kick me out. My Dad
hates gays. Fred was caught playing about with a friend of his. They had
their dicks out. He was younger then. We've all done it. My father nearly
killed him.

Fucking right, Fred said. I should have gone to social services or
something. I was off school for three weeks.

So we are both gay then, I said, looking straight at Gary.

No, said Fred, I think all three of us. I enjoyed your show by the way.

Well, if we are going to be honest, Gary said, that fuck was amazing. It
was my first, but definitely not my last.

So let's all be truthful then I said. I love you Gary, I wanted you so
much. I was so worried about hurting you. I loved you fucking me too. It
was fantastic. It was my first too. And by the way Fred, that's a nice
dick.

It's yours, any time you want it, Fred said.

So how long have you been cumming then, Gary asked his brother. I could
taste it.

A couple of months, Fred said. But those buggers wanked me off before you
got here.  That dark haired guy with the light jeans is definitely gay. It
was his idea to strip me and tie me up. He had a massive lump in his jeans
when he got my pants off. He started playing with my dick, and then he was
the one that got them to wank me off. He got my cum on his hands, and I'm
bloody sure he licked it off.


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