MARK (t/t) Copyright BC Dude, 1998 bc_dude@hotmail.com WARNING: What's the point! GAY SEX Copyright Notice - Please, this story is copyright by BC Dude and the author retains all rights. You may distribute, copy, print, staple or spindle this story however you like, PROVIDED this copyright notice remains intact and you do not change the story in any way. Also you may not charge any fee to anyone to distribute or access this story. Chapter 3 That summer came to an end all too quickly. The four of us had become good friends with many adventures under our belt. We spent most days at the lake having fun and we all had deep brown tans to show for it. Dave and Mike joined us a few times for our camping trips but they weren't really into camping like we were, although they didn't complain too much about the odd pine needle in the food. There wasn't any more trouble with Drew and Ian and the few times we saw them they would just leave us alone. A few times I thought Drew was going to say something, but he'd just turn away and leave. Mark and I decided to go on one last camping trip before school, but this time instead of just riding out to some place on the bikes we decided to make it a hiking trip way into the back country. The mountain valleys provided many interesting places to go and we decided on a route that would take us in a near circle, up one valley, over a mountain pass and then back down the next valley. Both valleys were dotted with mountain lakes and we figured it would make a great trip. The weather had been really hot the week before and as we started the temperature was nearly 100, hot for our area. We were sweating like pigs in no time and were down to just our shorts and boots within a few hours. Fortunately the heat and dry summer had long since dispatched the last mosquito to where ever mosquitoes go and we even joked about giving a short prayer for those long departed, and not missed, little demons. The yellow jackets were another story but they usually leave you alone unless you disturb a nest or bring out the food. We set up camp at the second lake we reached and enjoyed a cold supper. It was just too damn hot to start a fire and eat hot food. After supper we took another swim in the lake and didn't bother to put any clothes on. Why bother? The nearest person was probably twenty miles away! We just hung around the campsite in the nude and built a fire as the sun went down. Mark and I were sitting on logs on opposite sides of the fire talking and telling jokes. I doubt I could remember a quarter of them now, but back then they just flowed one after the other. The warm light of the fire made Mark's tanned skin glow and really showed off his form. The flickering light also caused just enough shadow on his body to outline each muscle and change in body surface. Both of us were in great shape from the summer's activities of work, swimming, fresh air and sun. I think he had grown an inch over the summer and his shoulders and chest had filled out a little. He was sitting there listening to the joke I was telling, with that wonderful grin on his face that always made me melt, when I really noticed his form and popped an instant hard on. "Looks like you're really enjoying that joke," Mark quipped. "Huh? Oh yeah. Actually I was enjoying looking at you." "Oh, what are you, QUEER?" "Yeah, and what are you? A QUEER basher!" "No, just a QUEER jerker." "No, I think you're just a jerk!" "Ass hole." "Shit face." "Cock sucker." "Hey, I am not!" "Wanna try?" "Huh?" "Wanna try?" "You serious?" "Well, kinda. I dunno. I've been thinking about it and it must be good cause it seems all the guys talk about is getting a blow job from their girl friends." "I ain't no girl," I shot back. "Didn't say you were. I just meant that it sounds like it feels real good." "Yeah, I know, but I don't know if I can do it," I replied. "I know what you mean, but I'll do you if you do me," Mark said. Mark had developed a first class hard on while he had been talking and I must admit my rod was getting even harder. Mark got up and grabbed a sleeping bag from the tent and laid it out by the fire and laid down. He looked over at me, "Coming, Jim?" "Not yet, you haven't touched me." Mark grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times and pointed it at me, "We're waiting." I moved over and laid down on top of him, wiggling my hips and grinding our cocks together. "Oh Jim, you feel so good tonight." "You feel good to me every night Mark." Mark looked up at me, his dark eyes reflecting the fire light, a smile on his face from ear to ear. He pulled me closer and I buried my face in his neck as I ground my cock into his a few more times. We had been jerking each other off all summer and enjoyed it, but something felt different tonight. I'm not sure what it was and I sensed that Mark felt it too. My heart was already racing and just lying there on top of him, the warmth of his body pressed against mine, and his cock grinding against me felt different, wonderfully different. "Fuck, I'm hot!" Mark whispered in my ear. "Yeah, me too," I replied. "I'm already leaking precum." "I know, I can feel my cock sliding in it." Mark wiggled his hips a bit and waves of pleasure surged through my body as I felt my cock slipping and sliding next to his in the slippery precum. "God Mark, I think I'm gonna cum soon." "Not yet, I'm not ready," he replied as he rolled me off him onto my back. "Nooooooo," I complained as I felt the heat of his body move away from mine. But my complaints were soon silenced as I felt his hand rubbing my chest and moving toward the center of my being. Mark was on his side, pressed up against me, one leg hooked over mine and his cock against my hip. I could feel him humping against my hip slightly as his hand found my dripping cock. Another wave of pleasure shot through my body. Slowly Mark moved and changed his position as he bent over and there was no mistake, his head was moving toward my cock! "God, you're actually gonna do it?" I gasped. Mark didn't answer, unless you can call moving closer and closer to my cock an answer. The moment of truth had arrived. His lips were a fraction of an inch from my cock. He seemed to hesitate for a second and then I felt his lips slide over my cock head. "OOOHHHHHH!" I moaned. "Feel good?" Mark said as he removed my cock from his mouth for a second. He didn't wait for a reply. I felt his warm wet lips slide over my cock again. This time he went down further and then bobbed a few times. "OOHHH God Mark, OH GOD!" I screamed. Mark responded by continuing to suck and he moved his hand into place and slowly played with my balls, which were now pulled up tight against the base of my cock. My cock felt harder than it had ever felt before, my hips were involuntarily bucking against Mark's mouth. I heard Mark gag a few times as I accidentally thrust my cock too deep into his throat while he was sliding down at the same time, but he didn't complain. "Mark, MARK, I'M CUMMING!" I screamed. I expected Mark to remove his mouth but he didn't. He just grabbed the base of my cock tightly and stroked a little as I bucked a few more times before I came. "UUUUHHHHGGGHHHH," I growled as I felt my cock tense and then blast into his hungry mouth. Again, and again, and again. I had a grip on his head like a vice and was torn between impaling his head on my cock and trying not to hurt him. I had never cum so hard. I have no idea if he swallowed it or let it dribble out of his mouth, and I didn't care. I had never had such a strong orgasm, and even in the next few minutes as I lay there panting and trying to regain my senses, Mark kept my still hard cock in his mouth as he milked the last few drops of cum from it. Mark finally let my cock slip from his lips and crawled up beside me and I held him. "Thanks babe," I heard myself say and then cut myself short. What did I just say? Guys don't say things like that to another guy. "That wasn't so bad," Mark said. "And you sure seemed to enjoy it." "No shit! That was fucking FANTASTIC!" We laid in each others arms for a few more minutes and I could have fallen asleep right there, but I also knew that Mark was expecting the other half of the deal. My cock had still not gone down, but I wasn't nearly as horny. I started moving my hand toward Marks waiting cock. I wasn't surprised to find it very wet with precum. Mark groaned as my hand found its mark. He was harder than I think I had ever felt him before. The foreskin was completely off the head and I could feel each beat of his heart as the blood pounded in his cock. I still needed to ready myself for the task ahead and I knew I could not chicken out. I played with his cock for a few minutes to try and cement the resolve to actually do it. It was only fair, Mark deserved it, I couldn't let him down. I finally decided the only way to do it was the same as getting into an ice cold lake. There's only one way to do it: jump in! In one motion I bent over and intended to swallow his cock, but Mark moved at the same time as I moved and wham, I poked my eye right into his hard cock! "Oh fuck! That hurts!" I said as I rolled back on the sleeping bag rubbing my eye. Mark looked at me and started to laugh. He was doubled over holding his stomach he was laughing so fucking hard. Well it was kinda funny. My eye was stinging like crazy and a mixture of tears and pre cum was running down my face, but I started to laugh too. Then Mark quipped in his best imitation of his mothers voice, "Now boys, don't play with that -- you could poke out an eye." Well, that did it. We were in hysterics. My gut hurt from laughing so hard! Ten minutes passed before we regained any composure and then the slightest thing would set us off again. Damn, that was funny. Of course by that time Mark wasn't hard any more and we just sat there, side by side on the sleeping bag staring at the fire. I put my arm around him and we snuggled together as the fire slowly died. "I gotta take a piss," Mark finally said, and we both got up and took a few steps from the campsite and let loose. We made patterns on the ground, each trying to out do the other and that soon turned into some kind of piss fight as each tried to break the others stream with our own. Without a word, we returned to the campsite, shook out the sleeping bag and headed for the tent. We crawled in and got set up again and snuggled into each other. I knew I still owed Mark a blow job and my hand moved toward his cock. "Jim." "Yeah." "You don't have to if you don't want to." "I know, but I owe you." "That's okay, you don't have to." "Mark?" "Yeah." "What was it like?" "Well, it was really no different than sucking or licking any other part of your body. It just tasted like skin." "Didn't taste bad?" "No real taste at all, except for your precum and then your load." "Oh, I guess that's not bad then. I know what that tastes like." "You a pervert or what? You telling me you eat your own cum?" "Not all the time, but I've tasted it. Haven't you?" "Yeah, yours didn't seem quite as salty as my own though." As we talked, I noticed Marks cock was getting hard again -- so was mine for that matter. I decided that not only did I owe Mark one, but I kinda wanted to try. I moved down in the double bag till I was just inches from his hard cock. I couldn't smell anything bad. Just the odor of precum and a little sweat. I took the plunge. I skinned his foreskin all the way back and let my lips slide over his cock. His moan was immediate and his cock suddenly grew in my mouth. He was hard, real hard. Mark put his hands on the back of my head and played with my hair as I explored his cock. I could only get about three quarters of it in my mouth before the gag reflex started to kick in, so I would back off. I let it slip from my mouth and licked the entire length of the underside and noticed a definite and immediate response. Precum flowed from the slit and the pressure on my head increased. I cupped his balls as I sucked up and down on Mark's hard shaft. With each movement, Mark would groan a little more and I could taste the precum oozing from his shaft. He was right, it didn't taste bad and it was making me hot just doing it. Mark usually jerked off slow, real slow, wanting to extend the pleasure of it, but it seemed like he was almost ready to blow and it had only been minutes. "Oh Jim, that's incredible, FUCKING INCREDIBLE! I'm so fucking hot, I'm gonna CUMMMMMMM!" I had no time to think about it, maybe it's just as well. Gush after gush of hot creamy liquid filled my mouth as I could feel Mark bucking his hips into me. His balls were as tight as a drum against his cock, and his breathing was heavy and ragged. Mark kept cumming and I couldn't co-ordinate well enough to deal with his cock in my mouth and swallowing so some dribbled from my mouth and onto his pubes and stomach. I milked the last few drops of cum from his cock with my fingers and mouth and then let his spent cock slip from my mouth. I even licked up the cum that had dribbled from my mouth. I laid my head on his stomach and held him as he held my head. "Wow, Jim, we're gonna have to do that again!" "Yeah--" I scooted back up beside him and we wrapped our arms around each other and drifted off to sleep. The sun hit the tent and immediately the temperature soared. We emerged from the tent and went straight to the lake for a swim. After breakfast and breaking camp we were still nude and as we were starting to get dressed for our day of hiking, Mark stopped. "Fuck this!" he said as he threw his shorts in his pack and just pulled on his socks and boots. "You're not?" "Yes I am." "You're kidding." "Nope." "What if we meet someone." "They can like it or lump it." "Or be jealous," I added. Mark grinned and I put my shorts in my pack. We headed out, Mark in front, those fantastic buns working in front of me with every step. I don't know if Mark knew the effect he had on me, but I was hard half the morning. With each step my rod would wobble from side to side. A few times Mark turned around to check to see if I was there or to say something and would grin when he saw my condition. I would just grin back. The rest of the weekend continued, hiking, camping, swimming, sucking and jerking each other off. It was a wonderful way to end the summer. I also knew that something had changed between us. I wasn't sure what it was, but we seemed closer. The school year started with the same old, same old. Total confusion for a few days, people transferring from one class to another, teachers insisting that `this year' we were gonna work. We heard of one guy that even attended the wrong class for three days before anybody figured it out. Mark and I got back into football and swimming. Drew and Ian were still in football but they never bothered us and acted like nothing had happened. Ian was turning out to be an okay guy. He was a follower and had hooked onto Drew to follow. "Oh Drew, you're my hero," Mark or I would quip to each other when we'd see them together. But on those times that Ian was alone and we ran into him, he seemed okay. He actually apologized to Dave and Mike one day. Of course Drew wasn't there. Dave joined the swim club as a novice. He told us there was no fucking way he was ever gonna drown again. Dave was always fun in the swim team and quickly became an adequate swimmer. The combination of the cool pool water and his natural small size became the joke of the team. If it was small before going swimming, it was miniscule after swimming. But Dave had come to terms with his size and late development and played it up. When anybody ever really got too personal about it he would simply challenge them with the fact that since he could still have multiple orgasms, end on end. "A lot more fun than just a one shot wonder." The guys would leave him alone at that point and walk away shaking their heads wondering if it was bullshit or what. We knew he could shoot but we weren't gonna tell. Mark and I were up to the same antics in the change room again, but this time we were playing an even more dangerous game. We would do things to go out of our way to cause other guys to get embarrassed and pop a woody. More than once either Mark or I would bring a hot girly magazine in our books and then let it fall on the floor, already opened at a certain page with the hottest chick we could find in the most provocative position. Drew, of course, was our most popular target. I don't think that dumb fuck ever figured it out and more than once he would suddenly run off to a toilet stall on the pretense of having to take a dump. Yeah, sure! Mike was still Mike. He didn't join any sports or activities. If anything, he was the academic type and got straight "A's" in everything. Mike still hung with Dave and the four of us would still get together from time to time. Mike was also great as a tutor on anything, and we all needed help once in a while. At Christmas the four of us thought it would be fun to go up the big ski hill about 100 miles from town for a weekend. We all skied and had shared more than one day on the slopes together. My dad had bought an old cabin near the ski hill years ago, before the place was popular. Mom and dad never said anything, but I always had suspicions that they had grown some pot there in their early days back in the 60's. Probably did a lot more than pot, come to think of it. The cabin was an old log thing with two rooms and a bathroom that had been added recently. An old wood cook stove provided the heat, along with a huge stone fireplace, and even the hot water was heated by tubing that went through the stove and then into the hot water tank. Running water was provided by some homemade gravity system that had been built years before. Primitive, but it worked. Mark and I would share the bedroom and Dave and Mike would share the fold out Hide-a-bed. We left right after school was out at the beginning of the break and made it to the cabin about 7. No one had been there for a while and it took us nearly 3 hours to shovel out the driveway and get the car up to the cabin. Of course those huge snow piles courtesy of the highway plows at the mouth of the driveway were the biggest challenge. Supper was over and we sat in front of the fireplace for awhile. There is something about a log cabin in winter. A warm fire, coal oil lamps casting a soft light, the exposed log walls, musty old snow shoes or a stuffed animal head on the wall. There's a magic to it. It had been a great first term and lots of stories to tell. We must have talked into the small hours before the fire burned down and Mark and me headed for bed after helping Dave and Mike pull out the bed. We could hear Dave and Mike talking softly in the other room as we settled into the cold bed and snuggled up against each other to warm up. The sky was clear and the moon light reflecting on the snow outside lit up our room quite brightly. Mark nuzzled into my neck and whispered in my ear. "Wanna try something different?" "What?" "Well, I've been thinking for a long time I'd like to try ass fucking." I must admit I'd thought about it too, but it had been more along the lines of fucking someone else rather than being fucked. But Mark and I had certainly been together a long time now and if anybody was gonna fuck me, I'd rather it be him. "I guess." I could see Mark grin in the moonlight. He rustled around in his bag and quickly produced a jar of Vaseline. Although I hadn't thought about it, I knew what it was for. I also realized Mark had planned this. "You son-of-a-bitch! You planned this!" Mark just smiled back. He knew that smile would get him anything. He was right, of course ... "How we gonna do this?" I asked. Mark looked at me for a second, handed me the jar, and then rolled over and got on his knees, doggy style. "Uh huh." I opened the jar and took a big gob on my fingers and greased up my hard cock. I moved around behind him and tried to line things up but it didn't work. First I slipped under him between his legs, then my cock slipped up and out of his crack. I felt Mark reach between his legs on my next attempt and guide me toward his waiting puckered hole. I could tell I was in the right spot and started to push. I could feel his body tense as I pushed and then there was a muffled groan. "Oh God, I'm sorry," I whispered in his ear. "Did that hurt?" "Yeah, a little. I think you'd better grease up my ass too." I took another gob of grease from the jar and gently rubbed it into his crack and let my fingers play around the opening of his ass. He moaned a bit as my fingers ran around the puckered hole, but this time it was a moan of pleasure. I got a little more brave and shoved one finger into the opening. Man it was tight! I could feel the muscles tighten around my finger at the intrusion but Mark seemed to be enjoying it. I moved my finger around a bit and soon the muscles relaxed and moved easily. I figured my finger was a lot smaller than my cock so I eased a second finger into the opening. This slipped in fairly easily and soon I added a third. "Oh yeah Jim, that feels good. I think I'm ready." I removed my fingers and repositioned myself behind him. This time he reached down right away and my cock found its mark on the first try. A little push and I felt the head slip inside and his muscles clamp down hard. His body tensed a little but no other reaction. I held it there for a moment and then began small rocking motions. With each thrust I pushed in a little further until my head was all the way past the muscles and I could feel the shaft of my cock slipping further and further inside. I leaned forward and rested on his back while my hands went under him and I played with his cock and balls. I could feel him push back against me and my balls slapped against his ass with each movement. My cock felt so good inside him. I could feel the warmth and moisture mixing with the grease and it slid easily. I was so tense with excitement that I didn't notice that I was right on the edge. Suddenly, too late, I knew I was gonna blow. I made a few frantic strokes to at least experience that, and then my cock tightened and blasted into his bowels and my hips suddenly thrust forward and my cock buried into his ass until his cheeks refused further entry. "You cum already?" Mark asked. "Yeah, sorry. I just came without warning." "Was it good?" "Oh yeah." We collapsed on the bed, me lying on top of him, my cock still buried in his ass. The warmth of his body and skin against me felt wonderful. My cock was still hard and I made a few playful thrusts. I thought I could feel him squeeze his ass on my cock a few times and he seemed to squirm with pleasure under me. "I guess it's your turn," I said. "Nope." "Huh?" "It'll have to wait." "What?" "I just came on the sheets." "What?" "Yeah, you got me so hot that when we laid down and my cock ground into the bed and you pumped a few times, the sensations were just too much and I came." "Was it good?" "Yeah, too quick, but good." "Later then?" "Okay." I rolled off him and my cock made a kind of squishy plopping sound as it came out. Stunk like shit too! I grabbed a towel from my pack and cleaned myself off and wiped the extra grease from between Marks buns. We snuggled in together and fell asleep. The smell of coffee was heavy in the air. I could hear Mike and Dave talking in the other room and the smell of bacon and eggs soon joined the aroma of coffee. Mark and I got up, and headed for the other room. "Hi guys," I greeted Dave and Mike. They didn't respond. They just kept preparing breakfast. Mark and I looked at each other with a questioning look. "GOOD MORNING GUYS!" I repeated. Mike kinda grunted a reply, but Dave still hadn't responded. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" I demanded. "Nothin's wrong with us. What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Dave finally shot back. "What are you talking about?" Mark asked. "You two, you were fucking last night. Are you QUEER or something?" Mark and I looked at each other a little surprised. We had no idea we had made any noise, but what really surprised us was their attitude. "Yeah," I said, "we are QUEER. But what the fuck's wrong with you two? We've never tried to really hide it from you and YOU of all people should be a little more understanding." Dave just glared at me. Mike, on the other hand was thinking about it, but avoided my eyes. "Jesus Christ," Mark said, "I thought we were friends. We've never come on to you guys and you never seemed to object to our circle jerks. You think we're some kind of animals now or something?" "Fuck you, Mark!" Dave spat out. "No thanks, I like the way Jim does it." Well, that was the wrong thing to say. Dave went right off the deep end. He was yelling and cursing, throwing pots around, and turned a very bright shade of red. "Whoa, Dave," Mark said. "I meant that to be a funny. I guess you're not ready. Maybe we should call it a weekend and go home." I was pissed off. I had come up for a weekend of skiing and wasn't about to let this ruin our plans. "Fuck that," I said. "If these guys are so fucking narrow minded and immature that they can't handle it then THEY can catch the bus home. We're staying and we're going skiing." Dave wasn't happy about it but he finally agreed to stay for the skiing. Mike was silent through the whole thing. The next night Mark and I kept our activities a little quieter and Dave's mood seemed to improve. He was still like a fucking iceberg though. The ride home on Sunday was equally cool, but at least we weren't yelling at each other anymore. Mark and I talked about it after we dropped Dave and Mike off. We couldn't believe the reaction and were sad at losing our friends. Dave remained cool toward us for the next two weeks and Mike kinda just followed Dave's lead although we could tell his heart wasn't really in it. About mid January the shit finally hit the fan. We noticed that Dave and Mike weren't hanging out any more and Dave had even quit the swim team. Mike was hanging with us a bit and the three of us were in Mark's family room one Friday night. The movie we were watching was the shits and we started bullshitting. Mike looked us straight in the eye and asked, "Are you guys really gay or are you just taking our circle jerks a little far?" Mark cleared his throat, trying to think up and answer. I spoke first. "Yes, we are gay." "Like how do you know?" "Cause we don't ever think of chicks, just guys," Mark said. "Do you think about me and Dave?" "No, not really. Jim and me think about each other mostly. Other guys, sure. But no, we don't really think about having sex with you and Dave." "How come you don't hang with Dave anymore?" I asked. Mike hung his head and I could see his eyes glaze up a bit. "I'm not really sure. I told him he was being an ass hole about you guys and he got real mad, but I don't think that's it." "So what happened the last time you guys were together?" I asked. "Well, we were having a circle jerk when he got real strange. He actually hit me and then went home. Called me a QUEER." "Well?" "Well what?" "Are you a queer, Mike?" "I--uh--don't know." "Oh come on, Mike! You know you can be honest with us." "I--I just don't know." "Do you ever think about doing it with a girl?" Mark asked. "Sometimes." "Do you ever think about doing it with guys?" I asked. "Yeah, I do. BUT I like girls too." "That's cool," Mark said. "Have you and Dave ever talked about it?" "Naw, not really." "Well when you talk about things, does he ever talk about girls?" "Never." "Does he ever talk about guys?" "Not really." "Hmmmm, do you think he's queer?" "I don't know. I just don't know. Sometimes, well it's hard to tell what he's thinking. And of course he was so late to develop that this is all really new to him." "How about his family? Are they a bunch of queer bashers?" I asked. "Hell," Mike smiled, "they'll bash anything. They're a bunch of real strong religious nuts. They'd probably disown him if they even found out he jerked off alone, let alone with a guy or a girl." We all found that a little funny and started to giggle. "Mike, what about last year when those guys caught you and Dave jerking off. Who started that?" "Well, I guess I did. I was kinda horny and commented to Dave about it and we started talking about sex. Fuck, he didn't know the first thing about it. I even had to tell him what jerking off was and how to do it. He didn't know nothin!" "You mean that was the first time he'd ever tried it?" I asked. "Yeah, he had no idea what to do. Then when those guys turned up and started giving us a hard time he took off running. He was scared big time. Those ass holes punched me a couple of times and went off after Dave." "Sounds like he's one mixed up kid," Mark said. "Yeah," Mike said. "He's really a nice guy but he just doesn't know what end is up anymore." "Well I sure know which end is up," Mark said, pointing to a very obvious bulge in his pants. "Fuck, doesn't that thing ever get tired?" I asked. "Only when I have a very strenuous workout," Mark smiled back. "Uh, guys," Mike asked, "can I stay or do you want to be alone." Mark and I looked at each other. "Take your pick Mike," Mark said, "but you know what's gonna happen and we don't wanna hear any shit about it." "Before we get started, I've got another air mattress and sleeping bag so if you wanna stay over, now's the time to phone home and tell your parents." Mike looked a little confused about the air mattress and sleeping bag thing but phoned home anyway. We all headed up to Marks room. Mark got out the air mattresses and sleeping bags and once that was set up we all piled onto Marks rather large bed in a heap. There were arms and legs everywhere and hands reaching for whatever they could grab. Eventually we managed to pull each others clothes off and the three of us were nude and pressed together. Mike clearly wanted to get into this but it was all new for him and didn't really know what he should be doing. As usual, Mark came to the rescue. "Mike, what do you really want to do?" "Well, I--uh-- don't really know." "Yes you do. Just fucking say it," Mark shot back. "Well I guess what I really want to do is feel another cock and jerk it off." "Okay, pick one," I said. Mike looked at us with surprise and then looked back and forth between Mark and myself. Eventually, he picked Mark. "I've never really seen an uncut cock, I'll take this one." Mark obliged and laid back on his bed, his proud member at attention. Mike reached out and gently wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke. A single drop of clear precum oozed from the slit as Mike brought his hand up and then it was hidden from view as the foreskin closed over the tip. He slowly began jerking up and down and it was easy to see he was fascinated by the look and the feel. His own monster was at full attention, lying beside him on the bed. I scooted over behind him and reached around him and grabbed his cock. Fuck that thing was huge. I chuckled to myself at the thought of that thing slipping into my ass. Actually it was more of a nervous chuckle of fear. Mike gasped a bit as I started to jack him but when he shifted his position to better expose himself I knew he wasn't objecting. Mark was in his usual state of bliss at being jerked off. Mike didn't quite have the technique and he gently guided Mike until it was going right. Mark placed his hands behind his head and moved his legs apart a bit. He was going to lay back and enjoy this. I could see his hips moving ever so slightly to keep in time with Mike's hand, and his foreskin was starting to make that sound I loved so much, slapping up and down on the precum covered cockhead. Mike was enjoying himself too. The precum was flowing freely and he even started to lift his upper leg from the bed to spread his legs apart a bit more. I could feel his heart pounding and his heavy breathing. Mike suddenly gasped and yelled, "OH SHIT!" I felt his cock pulse and gobs of hot thick cum shot from his dick onto the bed and over Mike's legs and torso. I couldn't believe the length of his orgasm, he seemed to shoot and shoot and shoot. He couldn't have drained his balls for a week before this one. "Oh God, that was great," Mike whispered as he regained his senses. "I never dreamed it would be so good." "Yeah, and that's just the beginning," I whispered in his ear. Mike kept up his attack on Mark and I could tell his arm was starting to tire. He was not used to this. I decided to get into the act and moved over between Marks legs, bent down and shocked the shit out of Mike by lowering my lips over Mark's cock. Mark groaned his satisfaction and started to hump even harder into Mike's fist and my mouth. We eventually found a satisfactory motion and position and we soon had Mark going over the top. Mark's eyes were shut tight and his head was rolling from side to side. I could feel his legs stiffen and his balls were drawn up tight in their sack. I had been getting a constant flow of precum from his cock and I would soon get the whole load. His chest was heaving and his breath was coming in short panting breaths. Mark's stomach was taut as a washboard and I suddenly noticed something else, it was starting to look like a washboard! Mark made one final thrust with his hips and I felt the first blast hit the back of my throat. Five more followed and then a few little ones oozed from this cock that I loved to suck. Mark let out a groan of satisfaction and it was over. I removed my lips from his cock, trailing a single thread of white cum between the tip of his cock and my mouth. I swallowed again. "You actually swallowed that?" Mike asked in amazement. "Oh yeah," I replied. "It isn't all that bad and it sure makes cleaning up easier." Mike smiled but still looked a little amazed. Mark had recovered a little and sat up pushing me onto my back. He leaned over me with a devilish look on his face, "Your turn." Mark started to stroke my throbbing cock but Mike soon pushed his hand away. He wanted more! Mark bent down and started sucking on my balls while Mike jerked away feverishly on my cock. I was so hard and hot I knew I wouldn't last long. The head was completely swollen and shiny and I was already breathing hard. Then much to my surprise Mike leaned down and I felt his lips surround my cock. That did it! My balls were in Mark's mouth and my cockhead in Mike's. Somewhere in between Mike had his hand on my cock and was still pumping. "NNNNNNNNGH" escaped from my throat as I felt that first blast travel up my cock and splash into Mike's mouth. He was caught by surprise and let my cock slip from his mouth as he choked a bit. Mark quickly swallowed my cock and caught the remaining few shots. He then licked my stomach clean of the two that had managed to escape. I lay there panting with my head over the end of the bed as Mark pulled me back up. We all turned around and pulled the blankets up and snuggled together. We barely made it back into our sleeping bags as the door opened the next morning and Mark's 14 year old brother charged into the room and told us breakfast was ready. Kyle screwed his nose up a bit, "Sure stinks in here! You better open the window and air it out a bit." We all snickered as the door closed. End of Chapter 3 More to follow ... 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