Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 13:36:56 EDT
From: MarkHoppus@punkrocker.co.uk
Subject: Revisiting the Past part 4

It All Started On Halloween

Mark ran, he was out of breath, but he still kept running, he was too
scared to stop and catch his breath. He couldn't keep it up much longer,
and stopped to breathe, checking back for the big gang of older kids who
were chasing him for his money and sweets. He looked left, nothing, right,
nothing, then from behind, a tall (to him) 5' 5" teenager came up behind
and pushed Mark onto the floor. "Hey kid, give me your money or I'm going
to hurt you, I don't think you need telling that." He said with an evil
glow in his eyes.
	"Fuck off." was the only thing Mark could manage to say: not a good
idea. While he was laid on the floor, the teenager kicked him hard in the
stomach and searched his pockets for any money he'd collected. Once he
found it, he ran, leaving 9 year old Mark in the street hurt. After a long
sit down, he managed to stand up and find his way home. The group he'd gone
round with had all gone home, and he was on his way home too before he was
chased. He walked through the front door and continued up the stairs,
choosing not to tell anyone what had happened. He went into their bathroom
and ran a hot bath and relaxed. The two boys had been naked together plenty
of times, even before they started fooling around it was OK to walk in on
each other. Daniel walked into the bathroom, dragging behind him Mark's
Halloween bag and his own. He put the toilet seat down and sat on it using
it as a chair so he could talk to Mark. He saw tears in his eyes, his
stomach was bright red and looked really sore and his knees were scraped,
being the loving older brother who was always looking out for him, he asked
about it.
	"What the hell did you do to your stomach?"
	"Nothing, just leave me alone." Mark had never told Daniel to leave
him alone, ever, he always wanted company apart from now.
	"You sure?"
	"Yeh, just leave me alone. Could you pass the soap off the side
there." He said pointing ot the sink. Daniel knew what to do with this,
usually he'd try to land it in Mark's crotch, but he aimed directly at his
sore.
	"Ah shit." Mark said under his breath, not wanting to show there
was something wrong with him.
	"I knew it, come on, tell me what you did, I won't tell anybody."
	"You promise you won't tell anyone? Especially not mam and dad."
	"Yeh I promise, just tell me. I can't look out for you if you don't
tell me what happened." He reassured him that he wouldn't tell.
	"Well, this big kid pushed me ove, kicked me in the stomach and
took all my money." He admited.
	"Shit man, you alright?" Dumb question
	"Do I look alright? It hurts, but I don't want anyone to know." He
rubbed his aching keen as he spoke.
	"Alright, just make sure you wash yourself good, you don't want
your knees going septic, they'll drop off." he joked. "And take care of
that stomach too." He didn't know why he did it, but he dipped his hand in
the water, picked up the soap, and gentely lathered it on Mark's
stomach. Mark laid back, but couldn't enjoy it, Daniel was gentle, but it
was constantly hurting, even when nobody touched it. Once he'd finished, he
picked up the sponge and gently rinsed i off. "Hurry up alright." He said
leaving the room.
	"Alright, oh and Dannny," Daniel turned to see what he wanted,
"thanks." They both smiled at each other, and Daniel left the room, before
running back in to collect the bags. Mark washed himslef off all over, and
grabbed a hot towel off the radiator to get dried on. He got dried off and
went into the bedroom wearing only a towel which covered the bottom of the
sore and hurt more as it rubbed against it as he walked. Daniel was already
in the room with something behind his back. Mark continued to get dried
properly, when he was, Daniel called him over.
	"Mark, take off that towel." Mark did as he was told and stood
completely naked in front of Daniel, which gave them both boners. "Another
time, Mark I've got something for you." He pulled some kind of cream and a
long roll of bandages from behind him. "This'll be cold, but let me put it
on." Daniel then took the lid off the cream and squirted some into his
small, 11 year old hands. He rubbed the cream from his hands onto the sore
covering Mark's front, it was both ice cold, and hurt him more. Once the
entire sore was covered in the cream, Daniel took the long roll of bandages
and tied it tightly, but not too tight, around Mark's waiste, covering the
soe and cream completely. He took a pin and pinned the end of the bandage
up so it wouldn't fall off. "There, keep that on for a few days, it'll
help." Daniel knew most things from their dad, who was a qualified first
aider, but not as a proffession, he was an industrial chemist. Mark
continued to get dressed, but put some PJ's on so his parents wouldn't see
the bandage. He covered those with a dressing gown and went downstairs to
have some supper, it was only a bowl of chicken soup, but that was good
enough for Mark. Afterwards, he went to bed, and the two stayed up all
night talking, it wasn't a school night, so they stayed up until the
early/late hours of the morning "So he did that to you anyway?" Daniel
asked, determined to get to the bottom of it.
	"I don't know, he was bigger than Matthew next door, but not much."
	"Black hair, brown eyes?" Daniel described him perfectly, height
and everything.
	"Yeh thats him."
	"Oh, thats Carl Andrews, he's an arsehole, Matthew's brother beat
him up badly ages ago, tell him what happened, he'll do it again." Daniel
encouraged him to tell Matthew-next-door's older brother Damien. "Damien
will kick his ass all over if you tell him what he did, he'll get your
money back too." Mark declined, but Daniel was going to tell him. Then the
conversation changed direction completely, and they started talking about
baby sitters, their parents were going away for a weekend and they had to
have one. "I don't see why we need a baby sitter,I'm 11, I can handle
it. And if there is any trouble, Matthew and Damien are next door." He
argued, Mark wondered why he was complaining to him, he couldn't do
anything.
	"I hope Paul Mansfeild baby sits us for the whole weekend, he's the
coolest." Mark said, which wasn't what Daniel wanted to hear. Paul was 14,
the same age as Carl, only he was THE football (soccer) star of his
school. Mark was big on football, so whenever he baby sat them they'd spend
all night alking about the Premier League and FA Cup. Plus Mark thought he
was really good looking, but didn't tell anyone, not even Daniel.
	"Yeh, he's cool, I think he's good looking." Daniel laughed, not
expecting Mark to come out with "Me too." As the two talked about Paul,
their boners awoke, but they didn't tell each other. Just thinking about
Paul sent chills up their spines. He was average height for his age, about
5'6", short brown hair which was bleached on top and grey eyes. His voice
had broken the previous summer, and his unbroken voice that could peirce
thick space became a deep voice that would stop anyone in their tracks, the
sexiness was there, but lower pitched. His face had a few freckles on it,
but they were un-noticable against his tanned body. He had only being baby
sitting them for about a year, only when his much older brother Jack
couldn't make it. Jack was in his late teens, 18 or 19, and was no where
near as skillfull or good looking as Paul. When ever he was round they'd
watch videos that Paul couldn't rent out because he was too young, but when
Paul was round they'd play foosball or talk football all night long, he let
them stay up late, being young enough to remember how frustrating it was to
go to bed at 9:30 or 10:30. Whenever Paul was there, the room was open to
discussion, but with Jack there was a tension that you didn't want to talk
through with the age gap and not being a relative. "Mark, have you ever
wondered why all of our baby sitters are guys?" Daniel asked, he was right,
they'd never had a female baby sitter.
	"No, maybe mam and dad don't want them having sex with us." He
joked. Mark had only known about what sex really was for a few days and was
still his favourite topic of conversation. He'd known for year that it
invloved a man, a woman, making a baby and the man on top of the woman, bu
tnow he knew the ins and outs of it. "Imagine if they did?"
	"What, if we got a girl baby sitter and she had sex with us?"
	No, if Paul would ever have sex with us?" He still didn't realise
that two men couldn't have proper sex, making a baby and that, but he had a
good idea from what Daniel told him.
	"That'd be cool." Daniel said, it just slipped out of his mouth not
meaning it to sound like that. "I hope if we do get him that he has sex
with us, I'd really love that to happen." Mark had now put the idea in his
head, only to take it out again.
	"It'll never happen though, I saw him kissing some girl a few days
ago, I said hi but he ignored me." Mark complained.
	"Mark, everybody ignores you." Daniel joked. "Your a disgrace!"
Mark, however, didn't find it too funny, and flung a shoe off the floor,
hitting Daniel's thigh. "Take it easy, Mark." Daniel said, whenever he
called him "man" it fealt meaningless to him, but when he called him "Mark"
it felt as if what he was saying really meant something. This was just a
passing thought, he was happy whenever he was "Mark" not "man". "So, how
much did you haul tonight?" Daniel asked reaching over for his bag of
sweets.
	"A lot, but then that guy took most of it off me." Mark said,
trying to create a sympathy and get some of Daniel's. It didn't work, they
had both collected roughly the same amount of sweets, but dcaniel had more
money, Mark only had what he could stash away. "Danny," his sympathetic
voice still active, "do you really think Damien will beat him up for me?"
Tears formed in his eyes as he rolled over onto his stomach.
	"Why wouldn't he, Matthew told me he's looking for an excuse to do
it again." For their birthdays, both were given a mobile phone like
everyone else in the street. Mark rarely used his, he took it with him when
he went out and for emergencies, but only sometimes called his friends. Him
and Daniel were always sending each other really immature text messages,
most of which were lines from the Simpsons. He picked it up off the small
desk at the side of his bed, which had a candle on it, which had never been
lit, a drawer, which held a book of short ghost stories and a pen and
paper. He looked in the memory bank of his phone, before asking what their
next door neighbours phone number. "Jesus" Daniel muttered under his
breath, a habit he'd picked up from his mother. He looked in his memory
bank, it wa listed under "Matthew A Home", he got the number on screen and
read it out. As he did, Mark punched it into his phone, when it was done he
saved the number and rang it. It was 12:56 am, Matthew would probably be in
bed, but Damien would deffinately be awake. It rang a few times until his
mam picked it up.
	"Hello, is Damien there?" He asked.
	"Hold on, hey Damien," the woman shouted, "pick up the phone."
There was a confusion while Damien picked up a different receiver and his
mam put the other down.
	"Hello Damien?"
	"Yep."
	"It's Mark." There was a long pause.
	"Mark?" Damien asked, he didn't know anyone called Mark.
	"From next door."
	"Oh yeh, what can I do for ya?" His voice had turned more friendly
now he knew he was talking to a kid.
	"Do you know Carl Andrew's?" He knew the answer but decided to
build up to it.
	"That arse hole, why?" He quickly shut up after swearing infront of
a kid, he didn't really like swearing infront of Matthew, and here he was
doing it infront of someone 3 years younger than that.
	"Well, while I was out tonight he chased me, took my money and beat
me up." Mark and Damien never really spoke, but what happened next was the
neighbourly thing to do.
	"He what? For fucks sake, I'll kick ten tonne of shit ou of the
motherfucker!" He was angry, and didn't care about his language any
more. "I'll get your money back too, I promise."
	"Thanks Damien."
	"Is that it?"
	"Yup."
	"Alright then, I'll bring it round for you tommorow, but will you
do one thing for me?"
	"OK what?" Mark didn't expect to have to do anything in return, He
had visions of being Damien's slave, or having sex with him, something like
that.
	"Get the fuck to sleep." He laughed, hanging up the phone. Mark
laughed to himself, Daniel heard and Mark explained the joke and what he
thought.
	"Man, you've got it on the brain. He's right now can we get to
sleep? Mam and dad leave tommorow, we'll have a lot of work to do." Daniel
wanted to sleep, but Mark kept him awake until 3:15 am talking about
everything that came into his head. He probably kept talking longer, but
Daniel fell asleep at that time. The morning came unexpectedly, usually
Saturday morning was spent in bed as Friday night flowed into Saturday
afternoon, bu they were woken up at 10 am by a banging on the door and
their mother shouting something at them. After getting washed and eating
breakfast, news came which both shocked and pleased them. Their parents
would be leaving then, not on the night as they'd expected, but they'd
still be returning early Tuesday morning. Then came the really good news,
their prayers were answered and they'd spend the next three days with Paul,
he'd be living in their house all weekend. Daniel and Mark knew that this
was going to be a very special extended weekend, especially if what they'd
talked about the night before came true. Suddenly there was a knock at the
door, the boys mam answered it, and Paul stood there holding a sports
bag. He was let in and shown where the things he'd never normally use when
he as baby sitting are, and told that if anything should happen to tell the
Atkinson's next door. After an hour of talking, the usual, don't do this,
wake them up then sort of stuff, the boys were left alone. Paul was one of
the coolest guy in his school, but wasn't big headed about it, but also not
modest.
	"So, what do you guys wanna do today?" He asked as soon as the
parents had left. He looked at the not so blank faces as the two boys
looked at each other, they knew what they wanted to do, but didn't say
anything. "Alright, lets have a kick about at the park." He suggested.
	"Yeh!" Mark shouted loudly, he pretty much lived for football,
Daniel preffered to listen to music. Matthew was teaching him how to play
the guitar, but skipped the crap and went straight into how to play rock
songs. He wanted to stay at home and practice, but Paul wasn't having any
of it, he almost forced him to go and have fun. Mark went up stairs and put
on his England replica shirt, when he came back down, he was excited to see
Paul wearing the same shirt. Daniel put on his Middlesbrough FC shirt, he
was big on football, but not as big as Mark and Paul. Mark got his Nike
ball which was starting to wear down, but was still perfect to use in a
proper game, it was only slightly coming away at the edges. They set off
for the park a few minutes later, after packing a boot bag with cans of
Coke and keeper gloves. They were just about to set off when the door bell
rang. Paul answered it and was very suprised to see a well built 21 year
old stood there, and even more suprised that he wanted to see Mark. Paul
had seen stuff on the news about 'kiddie fiddlers' and declined to let him
in. The boys looked out of the front window to see what was going on, and
once they saw Damien, Mark ran to the front door. "Come in." He shouted as
he ran. Paul looked back confused, he ran up to Damien as if he was on
drugs, he'd never run so fast before. "Did you get him?" was all he could
say when he got there.
	"Here," Damien said, putting £7.95 into Mark's little hand, "he
won't bother you again." He was proud to have helped such a cute kid, and
turned around toward a car full of people his age. Paul asked who it was,
but Mark blew it off thinking it's every day that a 21 year old comes to
the door to give money to a 9 year old. After it was all cleared up, they
went to the park, and had an unexpected encounter, which Daniel tried to
pull away from before Mark got himself into any more trouble (he was good
at doing that).
	"Look who it is." He said as Carl walked past them in the strret
alone. "Nice eye." He pointed out his black eye which Damien had just given
him. (The code in Middlesbrough was that if you got beat up by somebody
older than you, you kept quiet or got someone older than them to return the
favour. A code which is lived by closely by 99% of the population of the
city.) Mark kept teasing him, while Daniel explained to Paul what had
happened, both pulled him away while Paul went back to talk to Carl. The
two weren't exactly good friends, but sat together in their English
class. Once at the park, they took off their jackets to use as goal posts,
and Mark and Daniel went 2 on 1 with Paul, who was the football star of the
whole city, and beat the two of them together. Paul was the best midfielder
in the city, Mark played forward, and had a good shotfor his age, and
Daniel had been playing in goal nearly all his life.Daniel was good, but
not the best, Mark was the best for his age, but Paul was the best in his
position, period. They playe for hours, not leaving until 4:20 that
afternoon. They got home and Paul phoned his brother with a list of videos
to rent out because every one on the list he was too young to get out
himself. It was about 7:30, the boys had been watching scary movies all
afternoon, and now evening was settling in, Paul phoned for a pizza as they
watched The Shining. The pizza came a half hour later, the movie finished
at about quater past eight. They knew they'd have time for one more movie,
then Mark would HAVE to go to bed. While they watched Psycho, the shower
scene came on, and Daniel knew that the naked woman infront of them would
set Paul going down there. He turned to see a huge tent erection coming
from between Paul's legs. He stared at it for a few minutes, fixed at this
bulge in front of him, until innevitably he was caught.
	"See something you like?" He laughed, whispering so Mark didn't
hear. He did though, and kept watching the movie but listening to the
conversation.
	"Erm," Daniel looked Paul in the eyes and smiled, "yeh I see
something I really like." His smile was big, but Paul noticed that he
wasn't laughing.
	"Really?" Daniel didn't expect this reaction and would try to play
it down, but this was one oppertunity he didn't want to miss out on.
	"Yeh, really." He answered, now hard himself. He looked down at his
small bulge, then back at Paul, who in turn was checing Daniel out.
	"Sit over here." Paul said making room on the couch for Daniel. He
jumped on and leaned into him. Paul put his arm around him and they watched
the movie lke that. When it finished, he told both boys to go to bed. He
would be sleeping in the guest bedroom, or so he was told. After half an
hour, both boys were in bed and asleep. Paul came into the room and sat on
Daniel's bed and whispered into his ear. "Are you awake Dan?" No
response. He nudged him a little and asked again.
	"Huh?" Daniel said noticing Paul.
	"Can I get in with you?" He asked nervously.
	"Yes." Daniel said excitedly, almost waking Mark up. Paul strippe
down to his boxer shorts and climbed in the bed. Daniel cuddles up to him
like they had been downstairs, only this time they were lying down and
almost naked. Daniel's hand went down, and 'accidently' touched Paul's
boner, which made him jump. "Can I?" Daniel asked with his hand around it.
	"Wait there." Paul said, taking off his boxers. Now he was
completely naked, and his 5 and a half incher rubbed against Daniel's
legs. He took hold of the elastic on Daniel's boxer shorts and pulled them
down to his ankles, then off. Now both boys were naked, their boners
touching. Daniel could fit his whole hand round Paul's dick, something he
couldn't do with Steve or Mark. His started by gentley rubbing the shaft,
before jacking him off slowly with them being in a awkward position. Paul
rolled onto his back to make it easier, Daniel sat on his legs and slid his
hand up and down, still hard, but a lot faster. "Lie down, if Mark wakes up
and sees you like that..." He worried before Dnaiel butted in.
	"He won't say anything, I know he won't." He restrained from
telling him that the two of them had done this a few times before, so he
didn't think they were freaks or something. Then he tightened his grip and
rubbed him harder. Paul's body started to tense up, Daniel knew he was
going to cum. Then he arched his hips upward and shot his load everywhere,
on Daniel's face and chet, on his own face and chest, and in his pubes
which Daniel had justed started to get properly in place of the 'fuzz' he'd
had the year before.
	"Fuck, sorry man." He said, wiping it off with his hand.
	"No wait." Daniel said, and started to lick the cum off Paul's
body, then he licked his face. His tongue didn't miss anything, it went on
his lips, his cheeks, his closed eyes and his forehead. Then Daniel rolled
him over and got on top of him. He was heavier than Daniel and hurt his
legs, so he opened them and sat between. He started by licking his cum off
Daniel like had been done to him. Then he didn't waste any time, he started
jacking Daniel hard and fast, it wasn't long before he too came. There
wasn't much of it, it reached his own chest, none hit his face or any part
of Paul's body, except his hand. He licked his hand clean, then licked
Daniel's chest clean. Daniel's cum tasted a lot sweeter than his own, which
was salty but nice. Daniel's was salty, but not as much as his own was. He
thought about bottling it to drink, but laughed the idea away quietly. The
two of them laid there is silence, before pulling their boxer shorts back
up. There was nothing to worry about, Mark would understand, and there was
no one else, but it was natural to do that. Morning came too soon, both
boys woke up before Mark, and quickly ran to wipe the dried leftovers
off. After a quick wash, they sat down to breakfast and watched Mark throw
himself down the stairs, like every morning he ate what ever he could find
in the kitchen, Pop Tarts, Toast, Pancakes. The day passed quickly, they
watched the rest of the movies because they were on a one night rental, and
played computer games all day. It came to around 5 o' clock, and there was
a knocking at the door. It was not heard first, but came again, some what
louder than before. Paul heard this and ran down stairs to se who it
was. He opened the door and Damien and Matthew were there, well, Matthew
was at the door, Damien was in his car waiting for him.
	"Hey," Matthew said, "were going bowling, we wondered if you guys
wanted to come along." Paul looked behind Matthew and stared at Damien,
there was something about him he didn't like.
	"Hold on a sec." He an up stairs and a few minutes later all three
came down dressed ready to go. They got in the car: a Vauxhall Corsa, and
drove to the bowling alley. They had to wait a while until a lane was free,
which they spent in the arcade, their lane was booked for 5:15. When the
time came, they got their shoes and bowled a few games, after three long
games, the final results finished as Damien the winner, Matthew second,
Daniel third, Paul fifth and Mark last. Damien and Matthew bowled a lot, so
they got nearly all strikes, Paul and Mark had only bowled a few times
because, being true Brits, they were obsessed with football. Daniel was
average at almost all sports he tried his hand at, but his favourite was
Rugby. After a few hours bowling and looking around the shopping centre,
they made it home at 9:00, plenty of time to watch one more movie, but
they'd all being taken back while they were out.
	"I know where my dad keeps his videos, were not allowed to watch
them cause were not old enough, but he's not around." He ran upstairs and
came back with a video in his hand. "This sounds pretty cool," he said
reading the label "Nine and a Half Weeks." Paul had seen this film before,
and didn't mention the fact that they were too young because of the nudity,
it was a sex video. Daniel put the video in the VCR as normal and pressed
play. It was rewound to the very start of the movie, involving plenty of
sex. It all went down hill from there, or should I say it all went up. The
movie finished and all three boys were hard as rocks. Mark was still shy
about it, so he kept his well hidden, but Daniel and Paul weren't shy to
put their tents up in the air, letting each of them know what they were
like. Mark wanted to show his off like the other boys, but wasn't confident
enough, especially when he saw Paul's bulge, which was twice as big as his
own. Daniel decided that he was going to whack off while he watched, he
started so that nobody would notice, then, realising both boys in the room
had seen him naked, he beat his meat blatantly in front of them. Mark
blushed, and looked at Paul with fear in his eyes. Paul just smiled, and
did the same thing, only he pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees
and did it. Then Daniel followed by example, bringing his pants and boxers
down too. Mark was confused and worried. Why were they doing this? If I do
it, will they laugh at me for not being able to cum? A million questions
raced through his mind. Eventually, he decided to do the same. Now all
three boys were jacking off, then Paul got up and walked over to Mark. He
took hold of Mark's three incher between his thumb and index finger, and
jacked him hard and fast. Mark tensed, his body arched back and his hips
lifted of the chair, he came straight away, it was a dry cum, but it felt
good none the less. Mark responded by putting both hands around Paul's
boner and rubbing it slowly. This wasn't easy to do, so he used one hand
and got better results. Thirty seconds later Paul came all over Mark's
clothes and face.
	"Fuck, we'd better get that cleaned up before it dries and your mam
goes mad." They ran into the kitchen and got a wet dish cloth to wipe the
stain off with. Back in the front room, the movie finished and so did
Daniel, cumming on his hand and licking it up, he was getting into the
habit of eating his cum when there was nobody else around to do it. He
followed the other two boys into the kitchen and got a piece of kitchen
roll to dry his hand on. He saw Mark with his shirt in his hand, rubbing
the cum stain off it. Paul was looking in all the cupboards for a stain
remover, having no look. "Hey guys, where does your mam keep the stain
remover?" He asked without turning his head to them.
	"Try under the sink." Daniel said looking for some food. Paul
opened the cupboard under the sink and saw millions of bleaches, shoe
polishers and cleaners. He picked up a tube of something, reading the label
to be "Vanish Stain Remover." He took Mark's jumper and put the stain
remover over the faint mark and rubbed it off completely. The jumper was
still a bit wet, but they'd be going to bed now anyway, so it didn't really
matter. Daniel and Mark went upstairs and got ready for bed, first hitting
their bath room. Paul followed his list of instructions, making sure all
doors and windows were locked, all appliances were off etc. and followed
the boys upstairs. He opened the boys bedroom door to see them dressing
down to bed. Daniel was in his boxer shorts and climbing into bed, Mark was
rummaging around for some PJ's. After he'd found some, Paul and Daniel
watched him take his clothes off, both of them getting as hard as they
could after cumming.