Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 09:47:02 EDT
From: MarkHoppus@punkrocker.co.uk
Subject: revisiting-the-past-5

This story is part 5 in a series which conatains acts of a sexual nature
between young boys. This particular story is the 'Dark' chapter in the
series, with how the story starts and continues. The backbone of the story
is the fact that three of the boys are doing drugs and in some cases,
tempting a fourth. I would like to take this oppertunity to say that drugs
are bad and you should never do drugs, because its illegal and generally
bad. Enough said, lets get going.

Part 5:
Four Guys Alone and Stoned

The day started as normal. The sun rose over the urban streets of north
east England. Newspapers were being delivered and dogs were being walked,
as was the routine since anybody could remember. The morning rituals
continued the same in the Banks' house. Usually Daniel and Mark would hit
the bathroom together, but Daniel was sleeping at Steve's house leaving
Mark to himself in the bathroom, which was something he appreciated, but
always liked Daniel to be there. As he washed himself, he noticed something
in the reflection of the mirror. He took a closer look, then turned to
around to see a thin crack around one of the tiles in their bathroom. It
was high up, so he pulled a chair from the bedroom and stood on it. Three
months have passed since we last visited the boys, and alot has changed,
but their about to find out the same time as us. They lived the same lives
on top, but underneath was a darker secret. Mark studied the tile some
more, beore running his finger along the crack. When his finger slipped
into the centre of the tile, he saw that it was loose. He wedged it out,
revealing a small storage space, only about 5 cm by 5 cm by 6 cm, small but
sufficient for what it held. Mark put his hand in a pulled out a small
brown block which looked like a clump of mud, only it was like a
stone. "Fuck" he thought to himself, "this better not be what I think it
is." He was starting to worry about Daniel, he took the block and another
three blocks the same, before putting the tile back. At first he looked
closely at them, seeing one of them had been burned slightly, then he
smelled them. The smell was overpowering, he coughed and put the block
down, noticing that some of it had stuck to his finger. He put the four
blocks in a small bag and his it behind their TV. He continued his day as
normal, until the late afternoon when Daniel came home. He went up to his
bedroom, where Mark was waiting for him.
	"Hey Mark." He said in a good mood.
	"Daniel."
	"Yeh?"
	"What did you do at Steve's last night?" Mark asked.
	"Do you really need telling?" Daniel joked, putting on a clean
shirt.
	"No, but I do need telling what the fuck this is." Mark said
putting his hand behind the TV set. He pulled out the bag and emptied it on
Daniel's bed.
	"What the fuck are you doing with that? Put it back right fuckin
now!" Daniel cried in a whipser so his parents wouldn't hear.
	"What is it?" Mark said, grabbing hold of them before Daniel
could. He had him right where he wanted him.
	"Just give them back right now, for your own sake, man." His mood
had calmed down, but not entirely.
	"Well I want to know what it is I'm giving back."
	"Promise not to tell?" Daniel asked. Mark repleid with a long
nod. "Its blow, alright, drugs. Happy? Now give it back." He snatched the
blocks out of Mark's hand, whihc was wide open with shock. "You can't tell
anybody. Forget you even saw them, if you get caught with them I don't know
what will happen." Even in this situation he was looking out for Mark.
	"Drugs?" Mark couldn't understand it. They'd been the very best of
friends since Mark was born, and now here Daniel is on drugs.
	"Look Mark, its not the worst type of drugs OK. I don't do E or
anything like that, I just smoke blow to relax me, nothing else, now just
forget all about it." He looked into Mark's watery eyes and gave him a
smile and a big hug. Mark was still shocked, but decided it would be best
after all if he forgot all about what he'd seen and been told. Daniel took
him into the bathroom and filled the sink with cold water. While it was
filling up, he put the blow back in its hiding place and turned off the
tap. "Mark, take your shirt off." He said, watching him peel it off. The
bruise on Mark's stomach had gone completely, and Daniel took his head and
dunked it in the ice cold water. Mark struggled to get out.
	"What the hell was that for?" He asked, freezing his nax off.
	"I'm trying to get you to wake up, you look like the one whose
stoned." Daniel joked, letting the water out and returning to the bed
room. It was 5:00. "Listen, its still light out, you wanna play footy for a
bit?" He asked, trying to get rid of what was obviously on Mark's mind.
	"Huh? Oh, er, yeh." Mark replied. They got their boots and went
down to the park. On their journey to the pitches, they walked past an old
wooden shed, supposedly haunted. Mark always liked looking in the filthy
window to see if he could see the ghost. He looked in, putting his hands
around his face to black out the sun. The shed was dark, he could just make
out a table, and above it, a glowing, orange light. The light seemed to get
closer, then Mark saw a figure coming toward the window. He thought his
eyes were playing tricks on him, until the figure approached the window and
banged on it violantly. Mark backed off quickly and fell over. Daniel just
laughed, it was only someone he knew from school who'd gone in for a smoke,
they couldn't do it in public because there would always be somebody who
knew them. They made their way over to the pitches and put their boots
on. An hour later, they'd both forgotten about the afternoons events and
were playing at the best of their ability, so good that they lost track of
the time. It came round to 7:30, when it started to rain, when they
realised that they should go home. They ran back to the house, and spent
the rest of the night watching TV. When they went to bed, they stayed up
talking like they did every night. "Danny," Mark started, "does Steve do
drugs?" He couldn't get his mind off the subject.
	"Can we come to an agreement? Don't call it "doing drugs", that
makes it sound worse than it is, just say "smoking blow", OK?" Mark agreed,
and he answered the question. "Steve tried it for the first time last
night."
	"Can...Can I try some now?" Mark stammered, but got the words out.
	"Are you sure about this?" Daniel asked, looking out for him. "You
realise its illegal, if you get caught with it I don't know what will
happen." He remembered back to being Mark's age, where whatever Matthew
next door did was always cool, no matter what he did. Mark thought the same
way abut Daniel now, he knew it would be a burden on him to know it was him
that got him started on it should he continue doing it.
	Mark thought, before speaking, "Yes I'm sure, I want to try some
now." Daniel got up and went into the bathroom. He got out one of the bits
and went into a bootbag underneath his bed. He pulled out some normal fags,
a packet of "Rizla" skins, and a lighter.
	"Mark come here, you'll have to hold it for me." Their parents were
in bed by this time, so they'd have to be quiet. Daniel got a skin and
split one of the fags in half. He poured the tobacco into the skin. "OK now
Mark, hold this with oth hands." He passed it over to Mark, and took hold
of the blow. He lit it, as it burned, peices broke off. He sprinkled the
peices on, about ten of them. He took the contraption from Mark, and
pressed it together before rolling it. He held the joint in his hand, and
started telling Mark the precidure. "OK, you know how to do this?" This
seemed a dumb question.
	"Yeh, well, kinda." Mark said.
	"Just breath it in and hold it back before breathing it out again,
thats it. This one has alot of sprinkles in the middle so your going to get
really stoned really quick with this one OK?"
	"Alright, alright, I get it. Just give it here." Daniel put it in
his mouth to light it, then passed it over to Mark. Mark took it in his
mouth and breathed in as hard as he could, coughing uncontrolably. He
didn't even manage to keep it back.
	"That usually happens first time. Just take normal breaths in and
out." Mark tried a second time, he managed it suprisingly well, but had to
cough afterwards. "You want me to take it now?" He asked holding his hand
out. Mark just shook his head and continued smoking it. He finished it a
few minutes later, when he did, he was stoned out of his head. "OK, you
just go sleep it off now, that was alot for a first time, alot for anybody
actually." He was worried that with Mark being 10, and that being way too
much for a first try, that when he closed his eyes he'd never open them
again. That was just nonesense, the next day started normally, waking up at
a normal time, only today Mark's head was really banging. "So Mark," he
said as they ate breakfast, "how was it last night?" He made sure his
parents didn't hear when he spoke.
	"Jesus, never again, I've got a killer head ache, I'm going to take
it easy today." Mark said, finishing his breakfast quickly so he could run
to the bathroom and plunge his head in ice cold water like the night
before. He pulled his head out of the water almost as soon as it had gone
in, he felt as if his chest was about to impolde in the freezing water. He
looked into the mirror, images came to him that he had not imagined in a
long time, a long time. His mind took him back to when he was three years
old, it all felt so real. He'd fell into the garden pond and caught a mild
hypothermia, he thought he might get it now, only the water wasn't that
cold. He heard a knocking on his bathroom door, ignoring it, it came again,
some what louder than before. Daniel burst into the room, he had the
cheesiest grin on his face, not a good sign.
	"Hey Mark, guess what." He said, trying to hide something behind
his back. "Me, and you are sleeping at Matthew's house tonight. Mam and dad
are going out, his parents and Damien are going out with them, so that
leaves only the three of us, cool huh?" Mark couldn't figure out why this
was such a good thing. Daniel and Matthew had been good friends for years,
they'd slept at each others before, so what was the big deal. No doubt all
was soon to be explained, but he couldn't wait for Daniel to tell him, he'd
have to find out. Once he was washed and dressed, he got Daniel's mobile
out of his side drawer. He checked his voice mails, nothing unusual
there. Then he checked his text messages, and found what he is looking
for. "Hey Dan, I just got a few tenner bits in 4 tonight. R u sure Mark
wont mind? -Matt" So thats what they wer up to, getting stoned, both boys
had been stoned plenty of times, why would tongiht be any different? All
WAS explained that night...

	"OK, now you boys be good, don't stay up too late." Mrs. Banks said
as they all left. "Make sure you two are in bed by ten, and do everything
Matthew tells you." How could Daniel not, he was going to get wrecked.
	"Yeh mam, I heard." He said, hinting to them to leave.
	"Hey I just had an idea," Mr. Banks butted in, this usually wasn't
a good thing, "Dan, why don't you call Steve see if he wants to stay over?"
This was quite a good idea, considering it came from the man who found
child labour the most amusing form of entertainment.
	"I'll do that now." He said running to the phone. His parents
finally left when the phone was picked up. "Hello, is Steve there?" He
listened a minute while Steve's brother called him down.
	"Hello."
	"Hey Steve, you wanna sleep over? Were at Matthew's house and were
gonna get plastered, you wanna come?" He had a million words for stoned, he
was trying to see how many he could use.
	"Alright, I'll come over now." Steve said, calling to his mom to
give him a lift. Steve had been living in England for two years now, it was
starting to show on his accent. The American accent which made talking to
him humerous, was fading into a north eastern english accent. He came round
at 9:15, with a small bag of clothes.
	"Hey Steve, come in quick, we've been waiting for you." daniel said
grabbing Steve's hadn. They thought it as natural to hold hands as to put
your arms on someones shoulder. They went into the kitchen where Matthew
was sat listening to some CDs playing catch with a teniis ball with
Mark. "We were gonna start without you." He said turning the music down.
	"Come on, man, turn it back up, it was just getting good." Matthew
said turning the volume back to how it was. "Right, now that were all here,
lets get this part started. You staying around Mark, or fuckin off
somewhere?" This was the moment that would decide Mark's near future, an
outcast or not.
	"I think," he paused and looked at the three older boys looking at
him, he didn't even recognise Daniel, "I think I'll stay." He said smiling
at them.
	"Good one." Daniel said putting his arm around Daniel and taking
him to one side. "Now Mark, you don't have to do this if you don't want to
you know." Mark just nodded. "Alright, what'll we do first?" He said as
they returned to the group.
	"Start as we mean to go on." Steve joked. Matthew went upstairs and
brought down all kinds of junk, skins, tobacco, lighters, and the
blow. "Alright, thats what I'm talking 'bout." Steve said putting on a
'brother' voice.
	"We need some chillin music, nothing fast." Matthew said, rumaging
around a CD rack. "Perfect." He said, pulling out a Nirvana album. He put
it on, and him and Daniel started rolling joints. Daniel's were a little
fat, but Matthew's came out perfect, whenever Steve rolled one it always
got fat in the middle, and nothing on the end, it was like a bomb. They
spent an hour making them before they ran out of skins, and were
desperately low on gwan. "I think that should do." Matthew joked. He picked
one out of the pile, making sure it was well filtered, he didn't want
anything in his mouth he didn't want there. They only put a few sprinkles
in each one, so they wouldn't get wrecked too soon. While the three eldest
were diving in, getting how many they could, Mark stood back and
watched. He changed his mind at the moment, the only sensible one in the
group. He ran out of the room, and sat infront of the wide screen TV to get
it off his mind. He watched the end of Spin City, before Frasier came
on. It was at the break when the three boys came in, all three stoned. Mark
knew that things could get ugly in this state, so he didn't refuse to give
Matthew the remote. Out of his mind, Matthew put the Preveiws on, the
preveiws on the porn channel. As he watched, he was turned on by it and
started to jack blatantly infront of the younger guys. This got them all
going, except Mark, who was staring at Matthew's dick with excitement. "Hey
Mark, come over here." He said when he saw what Mark was doing. He went
over, and Matthew grabbed his arm, Mark was frozen with fear. Matthew put
Mark's small hand on his dick, "You know what to do?" He said
laughing. Mark couldn't help it, whether it was from fear or he wanted to,
Mark jacked Matthew off, making him cum all over. "Don't just stand there,
lick it up." He ordered, again Mark didn't hesitate. He licked every last
drop of the sweet cum, licking his lips afterwards. Matthew looked at him
in question, saying "What are you waiting for?" With that, Mark dropped his
trousers and boxers. He was excited, after knowing Matthew nearly all his
life, there was a part to him that had never been let out in his
company. There was always something hidden about his character, it showed
in everything he did, his walk, his run, his work and his play. As he stood
there half naked, strong feelings grabbed his body, possessed it. He knwe
tis wouldn't last very long until his came out dry. He got onto the other
end of the sofa and waited for Matthew to lean over him. He expected to be
jacked out, he closed his eyes and anticipated the moment. He was shocked
when he felt a feeling felt only once before. He looked down to see
Matthew's tongue working the base of his boyhood. Something rushed through
his body at that moment, he was paralysed with pleasure; unable to
move. Then Matthew put his mouth right round Mark's dick, so that none of
it could be seen. His tongue worked around the head, while the rest of his
mouth sucked it like a straw.Mark felt his legs shake, then his body
spasmed, then it happened again. Matthew oughed and pulled his head
back. Dripping from the side of his mouth, was Mark's first ever cum.
	"Woah, is that mine?" Mark asked amazed. He had seen Daniel's and
Steve's plenty of times before, but he'd never done it himself. He dipped
his fingers into the cum that dripped from his four incher. It was mixed
with Matthew's spit, making it the best he'd ever tasted. Daniel ran over,
confused and stoned. He knelt down and started to lick Mark's crotch so
there was no cum left. Then as Mark's dick went back to its normal size, he
tried sucking out any that might not have come all the way out,
unsuccessfully.
	"Hey Danny." Steve said in an amuzed voice. Daniel truned to see
Steve with a rock hard boner. He went over to Steve and put his arm around
his neck while sitting down next to him. Daniel pulled his shirt off, then
pulled the rest of his clothes off, watching Steve do the same. They both
sat on the carpeted floor, running their hands along each others smooth
bodies. Daniel put his hand around Steve's dick, rubbing it hard and
fast. Steve didn't last very long before he came all over himself. Daniel
licked every last little bit up, licking his lips afterwards, he was almost
craving the taste. Then it was his turn to lie down and receive the
treatment. Steve had other ideas, instead of jacking him straight away, he
licked it up and down. Then he moved down to his balls, corressing both of
them in his mouth. He moved down to his right thy, then his left, licking
every square inch. He didn't go any lower down, instead he got to his
stomach, and to where his pubes were growing, licking every bit of bare
skin he could see. Then he went to his chest and arms, before spending a
long time on the neck and face. Daniel was in heaven. He rooled him over,
and stuck his mouth on Daniel's smooth backside, licking each cheek before
diving right into the hole. His tongue moved around inside, making Daniel
smile, alot. Then he finally got to the dick again. He jacked it with one
hand, occasionally licking it, and played with his balls in the
otehr. Daniel shot his load on his chest, stomach and face. Steve was about
to lick it off, but Mark and Matthew came and beat him to it. All four boys
were now naked in the living room. Matthew laid on the sofa, with Mark
cuddled up to him, while Steve and Daniel stayed on the floor. Morning
came, and it was only half an hour before their parents would be home. They
had a big cleaning operation on their hands, and they were trying to get
over the night before, not just being stoned.

OK I admit, its not as good as I made it out to be, but I like it. Thoughts
and cooments, always a pleasure.