Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2017 15:29:38 -0500 From: Leather Dude Subject: Meeting Mark Morrow - Part 1 Thanks as always for the reader feedback - I really do love it, so keep it coming! And please remember to support Nifty. It's a resource many of us would be lost without, so if you can contribute, please do: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Sex Explorations with Mark Morrow - Part 1, Prom Night When I was in high school, I got thrown out of my all-boys Catholic high school after first semester Freshman year (a story for another time) and transferred to the local public high school. I knew I was totally gay by then and had been pretty successful at getting the other boy my age to explore the ways two guys could get off and give each other some relief by the end of middle school - what can I say, puberty hit me young and I was led around by my libido starting in 6th grade. Before high school even started I pretty much mastered the art of pretending "I'd never done anything like this before" which somehow made it okay for the straight guys who were either curious or just wanted to get off to trade hand-jobs or blowjobs. And a couple of those guys ended up being suck or fuck buds for years. I had settled into the routine of getting a call randomly from one of the guys I'd messed around with and meeting them on the DL to suck them off, one of them I'd even gotten to fuck me a few times, but mostly, it was one-sided and I'd usually have to get myself off. I'd resigned myself to this scenario and was fine with it - I was getting the cock and cum I craved, and my buds got off and didn't go ahead telling everyone what a total cum slut I was - everyone was happy. Public high school was different for me. First off, even though I'd lived in the community my whole life, I didn't know the public school kids - only the ones I went to Catholic school with. And going from a school of 400 to one of 2,500 is a big shock and rather intimidating. And it was the late 80's, so being outwardly gay in the Midwest at that age was not really possible yet, which meant I spent my high school years dating girls and not having sex with them while I fantasized about the guys I was secretly crushing on. But that whole paradigm shifted when I met Mark Morrow. He was a friend of my girlfriend senior year - they both went to the high school in the neighboring suburb. We lived in a college town, so we often went to the cool bohemian coffee house on campus to drink hot coffee in the steamy place with all the cool campus kids. Anyway, one Friday night Julie and I went to the coffeehouse and it was packed, but she spotted Mark from her school, who was at a four top with just his girlfriend. So Julie introduced me and we joined them at the table. I was taken by Mark immediately, he was a bit shorter than me (about 5'6") but had these ice blue eyes like wolf and jet black spiky hair, but most importantly when he spoke, he commanded everyone's attention. He was very smart, and somewhat artistic painting and drawing. By the end of the evening, we'd exchanged numbers and started to hang out very soon after. We ended up triple dating to prom at my girlfriend's high school with Mark and his girlfriend and another couple. We stayed overnight at one of the girl's parent's houses - all six of us in sleeping bags on the floor of the living room. I worked it so I was next to Mark. He was putting out some sexual energy in my direction and I took the unusual circumstance to my advantage, rolling over in my sleep so we were touching - though still in our sleeping bags. Eventually at about 3am, everyone else was finally asleep and we got our hands inside each other's sleeping bags and fondled each other's very hard, leaking teen cocks. I was the first to reach inside his shorts and stroke his naked cock. It was thick like mine and hard as steel and I desperately wanted to get him off. Mark was a devious Scorpio type, so he loved that we were doing this naughty deed with our respective girlfriends sleeping next to us. He followed my lead and soon we were both stroking each other with the pre-cum leaking from our dicks like faucets. So much so it started to get noisy. I started to hold his cock firm in my grip and circle my thumb around his crown alternately moving it back and forth over the slit. I leaned over and touched his lips to mine and the electricity in that moment sparked his orgasm and he blew all over my hand, somehow stifling himself to be silent as he shook all over. That was it for me, too, and I blew my load in my sleeping bag making quite a mess of myself. We turn turns quietly going to the bathroom to clean up best we could. In the morning, we both acted normal as if nothing happened. Mark didn't drive so I offered to give him a lift home as it was on my way . Once we were finally alone, he said "That was really naughty of us to do what we did last night," and I was crestfallen thinking he was mad and I'd ruined a budding friendship. But then he added, "now I want to do it again -without the sleeping bags though." My cock went immediately rock hard in my pants and he reached for it and gave it a squeeze. "It's Sunday morning and my family will all be at church and then going to see my grandmother. I got out of it because of prom. So nobody's home if you want to come in for a bit." The minute we got to his room, he shut and locked the door and turned to look at me, standing in the middle of his room, punk rock bedhead and disheveled from the sleepover. "Strip for me. Slowly. I want to see you naked," Mark said. And he sat on his bed as I unlaced and kicked off my black combat boots and started to unbutton my shirt. Slowly, one button at a time. I could see his bulge protruding rather obscenely from the black satin pants he had on (it was the 80's). I moved towards him and felt his bulge through his pants. He clearly was going commando and I could make out the outlines of his veiny cock perfectly through the silky fabric. Mark reached up and unsnapped the top button of my pants. "Show me that cock," be demanded in his sexiest voice. I let my pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I peeled my underwear down next, letting them puddle on the floor and stepped out of them moving closer to Mark at the same time, my throbbing cock was practically purple and starting to drip. Mark reached for it, now sitting on his bed, and leaned in to take it in his mouth. This was new, usually I was the one that made that move, so I was really turned on as Mark seemed to want to suck my cock instead of the other guys I'd fooled around with that only sucked mine because I had sucked them first. And he was good at it, too. No teeth scraping and he swallowed it nearly to the root of it's full, fat 6" in one go. I pulled back a little then pushed in until we established a rhythm of sorts. He was smooth, no gagging at all and he was taking it like a champ. My dick isn't so long, but it's wide - so it makes a lot of guys gag when it hits the back of their mouth. Finally, I pulled out because I was getting too close and I wanted to get his dick in my mouth in the worst way. I pushed him back on his bed and undid his pants and slid them down taking his briefs with them. His cock was hard and dripping like mine, about the same size but just slightly less thick and with a more pronounced mushroom head. I leaned down to swirl my tongue around that big, slick head and taste his precum. I must have moaned as I licked up his juice and he sighed and said, "When I went to clean up last night, I licked all your cum off my hand. I liked it. Seems like you like the taste of mine, too." I pulled off and looked up at him, giving me a sexy grin as I swiped the fat, spongy head of his cock with my tongue. "Have you ever eaten cum before last night?" I asked him. "I always eat my cum when I jerk off, I'm a little freaky like that. But now I'm going to get to try yours." "But have you ever had another guy's cum in your mouth, or was that the first time?" I pressed again. "Well, I had this friend Travis that moved away last year. We'd fooled around before, more than once, so I can't say this is my first time with a guy. I hope that doesn't bother you," Mark admitted, still holding eye contact and not shying away. "Not at all, actually, I'm so happy to hear that. It's not my first time either, but this might be the first time I've enjoyed it this much," I added as I sunk his still-throbbing cock back in my mouth, pushing his fat corona through my throat and taking him in until his bush was in my face. I worked it back and forth like that for a few minutes, deep throating without gagging - using my experience to full advantage. Pushing my head up out of his lap he breathed "if you don't stop, I'm gonna burst. Let me do you again." Which again was unfamiliar but beautiful music to my ears, so I relented, let his cock pull out of my mouth and flopped over onto his bed. Mark rolled into position on all fours and started to lick my freshly shaved balls (I love keeping my balls smooth - been shaving them since I was 12 or 13). "I love your smooth balls Tom, they're big and sexy," before swallowing one into his mouth and polishing it for me. Most guys can't get both my balls in his mouth without it being a little painful for me, but Mark certainly could. I'm sensitive there, so I was writhing and squirming around as he pleased my nads and licked the upper part of my taint, making me think he was going to try and fuck me next. But he went back to work on my cock, almost deep-throating me but not quite. He started working a finger down to tap on my butthole and I nearly shot without warning. I had been fucked before by my buddy Carl, and I was really beginning to like getting fucked. Not fucked hard, but I'd learned that a smooth fucking really worked my prostate and made me blow the biggest loads ever. I would have let him do it, too, but he wasn't going their just yet. I was so close to cumming and I knew he was, too. My other fuck bud Carl and I had on a couple of occasions cum together while 69'ing, so I moved into position to resume work on his dripping cock, while he continued showing me a few of his own sucking skills - swirling his tongue around the underside of the head, really driving me to the edge. I focused on licking up those juices on his knob and then suck it balls deep into my face again and again, popping his head in and out of my throat - that sweet torture. His balls were drawing up and mine were as well. Then Mark poked his index finger, wet with something, up into my hole and I shot off like a roman candle - volley after volley, making him swallow hard and fast. He stifled a couple small gags, which was impressive because I was really giving him a load. He started to buck into my face and I pulled back a little so I would taste his spunk and was rewarded with a creamy load, a bit salty but not too sour. I swallowed and took all he could give me without missing a drop. When he stopped filling my mouth with his jizz, he pulled off my spent cock, swung around so we were face to face and went for a deep French kiss. Again, I'd wished for this with the other guys, but this was new for me. We had a messy open-mouth kiss and I realized he was searching for a taste of his cum in my mouth, so I did the same. It was hot as fuck. Our boners didn't deflate in the least (to be 17 again...). We broke the kiss and panted for a minute coming down for the intense orgasm we'd shared with each other. "We are definitely doing this again," he said to me in his sexy baritone voice. "But right now, we need to get it together because it probably would be bad if my parents came home to find us blowing each other in my room," which was obviously true and a real possibility. So we righted ourselves, me putting my clothes back on and him getting ready to hop in the shower. "I better get going. I'd rather not meet your family with your cum on my breathe - no offense," i said with a bit of a laugh. "My parents are cool - but probably not that cool," he quipped, "But lets plan to hang out next weekend? Maybe see a flick, you could crash here? Sound like a plan" Mark asked, a hopeful air in his voice. "If that means we can do this again, then definitely. But maybe you come to my house, I have the whole basement to myself." That encounter led to about two years of constant sucking, fucking, some light bondage exploration, even a little piss play - though we both quickly decided that wasn't our thing. Eventually, in our sophomore year of college at OSU, he started dating this girl "so his parents wouldn't think something was up." I thought nothing of it - she went to school in Pittsburg with a high school buddy of his and they saw each other pretty rarely. Our sex was still good, and often, as he spent several night a week in my bed at my apartment as he still lived at home. Then one day he just broke it off, telling me he was going to marry his girlfriend. I was devastated, but I was a groomsman in his wedding. He came to my hotel room on the eve of his wedding, but that's a story in itself - since I had his best man's cock balls deep in my ass when he came to the door.