Date: Sat, 09 Apr 2005 11:07:21 -0400 From: Mark DePeel Subject: Daze of Our Lives: Chapter 2 My name is Mark. I'm currently 23, gay, and quite comfortable with myself. This wasn't always the case, but then, it's not for most guys. I've decided to document and recount my experiences growing up into today as accurately and completely as possible. As real life doesn't always follow the perfect norms and rules, neither does this story. Graphic, detailed accounts of my sexuality and sexual experiences, which are all homosexual in nature, are contained within. Also, as many of these events occurred before the legal age of consent in many areas, the material may not be legal or to your taste. You've been told: do with that information what you will. You are responsible for knowing whether or not you're supposed to be reading a story of this nature or not. This and all subsequent related works are all copyright 2005 to me, the author. The duplication of this material for distribution or sale in any form is completely not ok unless you ask me first. Any questions, comments, and suggestions should be sent to markus_senior@yahoo.com. Flames, negativity, and whatever else are just going to be ignored, so don't waste your time sending them to me. Daze of Our Lives Episode 2 -- Divorce opens new opportunities (b/b oral, w/s, anal) My parents split when I was still 4, and the divorce was finalized when I was 5. While my mother was going to divorce court, I was sent to stay with a baby sitter. The woman who watched my brother and I had 2 kids, a boy a year older than my brother (which would have made him 9) and a girl that was a year or so younger than me. I didn't really like the girl, but Robbie...he was fun to be around, and after my experience with Kevin, I was always secretly hoping I'd get a chance to see his dick. One night when we were staying at the sitter, Robbie had me come into his room with him. He told me to show him his dick. In my mind, I was already replaying the events of Kevin, and thought that there would be a repeat. My little boner was already hard in my pants when I opened them up for him. Immediately though Robbie started laughing and shouting "Marky's got a boner!" He grabbed me by my dick and started pulling me out of his room to show everyone. I was not only very embarrassed but also in a lot of pain. Nothing ever came of it...his mom yelled at him to stop messing around, that he shouldn't be seeing my dick anyway, and that was the end of it. Later that year, sometime after I started first grade, the divorce was completely settled, and my father began visitation - he got us summers, Christmas, and every other weekend. He came down and got us from the town we lived in, a few miles outside of Omaha, and brought us back to the house he was staying at. He was living with a friend of his, who had a live-in girlfriend and a son of his own, Christopher. That first day was really awkward. We got there late at night, and they were already having dinner and watching TV. I was scared meeting so many new people, but right away, Christopher came over and started talking to me, making things a bit easier. He was probably 7 at the time, a little taller than me, with brown hair and eyes. We had dinner, and then Christopher showed me up to his room where we'd be staying. We got sleeping bags out for both he and my brother, and he showed us how to unroll them and stuff. I ended up getting a spot right next to Christopher's bed. That first night we got to stay up late because it was a Friday and the first night that my brother and I were there. My brother was tired though, and just went to sleep right away when we got up to Christopher's room. Christopher had other plans for he and I, however. He asked me to come up and sit on his bed with him to talk. We made some small talk about nothing for a while before he asked me, "Have you ever seen another boy naked?" "Sure," I said, "a few." "Have you ever gotten a boner?" "Yeah." "Have you ever seen another boy with a boner?" "Yeah." By now I think my face must have been getting a bit flushed with excitement. I liked where this was leading up to. "Have you ever had someone put their mouth on your dick and suck it?" His question took me by surprise. I thought he was going to have me suck on his, so I wasn't even sure what to say at first. I shrugged and decided to play dumb. "No. What does it feel like?" That was all the invitation Christopher needed. He told me to pull down my pj bottoms, and I showed him my little boner. He had me stand up beside his bed, and then he leaned down and put it in his mouth. I was not prepared at all for the feeling. It was the most intense pleasure experience I had ever felt. He didn't have any kind of technique or style...he just took my boner, put it in his mouth, and gently sucked on it. After about a minute he stopped and looked up at me. "How about we do this...I'll count to 30 sucking on yours, and then you can suck on mine and count to 30, and we'll switch." "Sure," I said, maybe a bit too eagerly, but all I could think about was getting his mouth on my dick again. He pulled down his shorts and underwear, and I leaned over and took him into my mouth. I counted to 30 in my head, stood up, and right away pushed my boner towards him. We switched like this a couple more times before he said it tickled too much and he wanted to stop. After this though, we both had to pee. I was getting ready to get up to go to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" he asked as I headed for the door. "I've really got to pee." "But you can't use the bathroom. Mamma Josh is already asleep. She gets really mad if you get up to go pee and wake her up." "What if I don't flush?" "She gets even madder then. Here, I know what you can do." Christopher and I made our way into his bedroom closet. It was a narrow walk-in type. Once inside, he laid down on the floor with his mouth open. "You can pee in my mouth." I wasn't sure about this at first. I had tasted pee before, when it had gotten on my hands and things like that, so I knew it was salty but also a bit bitter. I asked if he was sure, and he just nodded his head. So I kneeled down over his face, put the end of my dick on his lower lips, and just started peeing. His mouth quickly filled up, and he sat up, stopping me. That just made the feeling to go pee even worse. I don't remember what he did with the pee, whether he swallowed it or not, but after he did whatever with it, he told me I could finish in the corner of the closet, that he pees there when he has to go in the middle of the night. After I was finished, he said it was his turn to pee in my mouth. "No way," I said. "Wasn't that gross?" "No it wasn't. It's just pee. It comes out from inside of you, so it can't be that bad. Come on, I did it for you." The I did it for you had me trapped into a corner, and I had no choice then. I laid down on the floor, opened my mouth, and waited. He got on top of me, and within seconds his warm stream was flowing into my mouth. I hated it from the very beginning. It started to run down the sides of my cheeks, onto my pj top, and I sat up quickly to get him to stop. He then went over and finished in the corner while I just let the pee slip out of my mouth onto my pj top. I thought I might be sick for a moment. I never wanted to taste pee again. After that, we both went to bed. The next day, while we were playing, Christopher suggested we go up and play in his room. As soon as we were up there, he had his pants open and told me to suck on his dick again. I got down on my knees in front of him and slipped it right into my mouth. Remembering the night before, I counted to 30, then stood up for him to do me. He did me just the once, and then said, "Hey, you want to hump?" "What's that?" I asked. "Humping is where you have sex. Here, take down your pants and get on my bed on your hands and knees." I did as he said, leaving my pants around my ankles. My ass was up in the air right at him. He got on the bed behind me with his pants down, and started to feel at my asshole with his fingers. No one had ever touched me there before except a doctor. Then I felt something warmer and softer than his fingers; his boner. "Pull your ass cheeks apart for me." I reached back behind and pulled open my ass as far as I could. I felt the tip of his dick right at my hole. He kept pushing against it, but nothing was happening. I could feel it pushing at my hole, but it didn't ever completely go past my sphincter. He jabbed at me for a little bit, then asked, "Is it in?" I didn't really know if it was or wasn't, so I said sure. Right after that he pulled off of me. I guessed at that point that humping was jabbing your boner at an asshole until it went in. "Ok, it's your turn." Christopher climbed off me and got on the bed in the same position I had been a moment ago. Right away he pulled his ass cheeks apart and I saw my first butt hole up close. I was so turned on from getting my dick sucked that the thought of it being gross never once crossed my mind. I took my boner and lined it up with his hole and just jabbed at him for about a minute. I couldn't feel myself going in at all, so as I was holding it against him, I asked like he did, "Is it in?" He said yeah, so I stopped like he did. We sucked on each other one last time, and then we went on to play something else. Every time I visited, Christopher and I would have our mock sex. As time went by, I wanted my dick sucked more and more, without wanting to give it back. All I cared about was the feeling. Christopher got a bit upset at this, but I let him hump me whenever he wanted, so it worked out. He never actually fucked me all the way, probably due to our age and at least my inexperience. The last thing that Christopher and I did together was kiss. Over the summer during our sex play, he asked me if I knew what French kissing was. This I did, and right away, he turned his head a bit to the side and opened his mouth. I opened mine, and our lips and tongues met. I really didn't like it at the time. It was weird, and didn't give me any kind of a good feeling. Christopher loved it though. Every time we were completely alone, like on our way outside, or things like that, he'd stop, open his mouth, and turn his head to the side to get me to French him. I only spent 2 summers at that place, and then afterwards never saw or heard from Christopher again. I now wonder how he knew so much about boy-boy sex, but that is a mystery that I will probably never know, unless he were to ever recount his sexual life as I have. My mother due to financial pressures and no longer wishing to deal with my father moved across the state to rural Nebraska. My experiences with other boys was still only beginning.