Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 08:30:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: My Summer Surgery and Marcus Chapter 2

This is chapter two of a multi-parter, more chapters to come.  The story is
about half true, and half made up.  It was the summer of 1987, so things
like the order of events may not have been exactly as I remember.  But
that's life!

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jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net.  Also, you can read my other stories posted
on Nifty in the Gay sections Adult-Youth and Young Friends: Billie's
Tightie Whities, 14 y/o freeballer, Sixth grade Josh, and What Happened
When Miguel Wet His Pants.

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Adult (Twink)/Youth: m/b, nudity, some w/s, oral, anal

Marcus laid there, motionless except for the rise and fall of his chest.
Finally he pushed up on his elbows and looked at me woozily.

"OH...  MY...  GAWD!!!"  he said.  "That was aMAZING!"  For the first time
since he first stripped off that morning, he was fully soft.  I was too,
looked like both of us were down for the count.  For a while, anyway.

"What should we do now?  Go watch some TV and relax?"

"Yeah, but naked!"  he said.  So we both got up, headed to the living room,
and snuggled together on the couch.  It wasn't long before our hands were
idly roaming all over each other's naked body.



Twice more that morning, Marcus and I got each other off by hand and/or
mouth; once there on the couch, and the other back on my bed.  After the
second time we took a shower together (where we washed each other's body),
then I made us lunch.  Unfortunately Marcus said he had to go home, so we
went back to my room.  As he sat on my chair to put his shoes on, he looked
at my window.

"I've never seen your window closed.  Do you always have it open?"  I
nodded.

"It gets warm in here so easy in summer, the breeze through the open window
helps some, especially at night."

"You even SLEEP with your window open?"  I nodded again.  "My mom would
never allow that, she's too scared someone would come in through the screen
and rob us!"

I laughed.  "We don't have anything worth stealing, and this house LOOKS
like we don't."

Now Marcus laughed.  "Yeah, you guys ARE pretty poor, there's NOTHING in
this house anyone would want!"  I punched his arm lightly and we wrestled
for a bit before leaving.  I got the dog on the chain and Marcus walked
with us until we got near his house, then he waved and ran across the
street and into his own house.

Over the rest of that week, Marcus and I got into a routine: each day, as
soon as my Dad left for work, I would get naked (if I weren't already) and
hang out that way until Marcus came over.  When he got there, as soon as he
came in the door, he would remove all of his clothes and leave them by the
door, and we would head back to my bed for a round of
jerking/licking/sucking each other.  Then the rest of the day would
alternate between snuggling on the couch naked & watching TV, playing games
(naked) on my bed, naked sexual antics (usually on my bed, but sometimes
other places in the house), and putting on clothes to take the dog for a
walk, until Marcus had to head home (either because his Mom had told him to
be home at a certain time that day, or it was getting close to the time my
Dad got home.

That Friday, Marcus was crazy all day.  He kept cracking goofy jokes
(usually about farts), was making silly faces, and more than once pretended
like he was injured (or dead).  I figured he was just getting used to being
around me, and was acting like his real self.

When he finished getting dressed, I opened the door but he went down the
hall to my bedroom.  When I walked in, he had the chair under the window
and was standing on it, pushing out my window screen.

"Marcus, what are you DOING?"

Goofy grin.  "I'm going home!  Don't I ALWAYS go home by climbing out
through your window?"  And he did just that, crawled through the window and
jumped down to the ground.  "Now help me put the screen back, you don't
want bugs getting in and crapping all over your bed!"  I rolled my eyes and
got up on the chair, and together we got the screen back into place.  Then
he waved, turned around, and ran off.



The following Monday was going to be the hottest day of the year; it had
been hot all weekend, and the house was too hot (even in the middle of the
night).  All weekend I slept naked (as usual), with my bedroom window wide
open and a fan blowing (semi) cool air across my bare ass.  Even so, I woke
up several times each night sweating.  Sunday night was the worst.  I woke
up at 1 AM so uncomfortably hot, I went into the kitchen to get a bag of
ice to put on my back in bed.  While there, I looked at the thermometer
outside the kitchen window: 91 degrees at 1 AM!

I sent back to bed, lay there stewing for a bit, but then did fall back
asleep.  Sometime later I was awoken, but couldn't figure out at first by
what.  Suddenly, it came to me: I wasn't alone in my bed!  Someone was
curled up next to me, and I felt something hard poking my side.  I reached
over and felt this body up and down, and knew without turning on the light
to look who it was: Marcus!  I looked at my watch, and saw it was 3:30.

"Marcus, what are you DOING here?  HOW did you get in here???" I whispered.
There was enough light coming in through my window that I could just see
his face, his big brown eyes open wide and looking back at me, a playful
grin on his face.  He reached over and started rubbing my hip, and then
down to my dick (which quickly grew hard as he caressed it).

"I climbed in through the window!  Remember on Friday when I climbed out?
I didn't push the screen all the way in, so it was easy to pull it back out
and climb in," he whispered back.  Then he crawled over between my legs,
put his head down there, and slid my hardon into his mouth & started
sucking it.  I looked over to make sure my bedroom door was closed (it
always was at night, but you can never be too sure), laid back and spread
my legs, and enjoyed what his his mouth and tongue were doing.  All too
quickly I felt myself going over the edge.  I tried prolonging it by
pushing him off and by thinking unsexy thoughts, but that didn't work.
When I let my cum building up behind the dam I grabbed his head and thrust
my hard dick all the way into his mouth (my cockhead entering his throat),
and then exploded right down his pipeway.

Marcus pulled his head back from me, sputtering and gasping.  He wiped the
back of his had across his mouth, but obviously he had swallowed all of my
cum.  A few tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he smiled at me.

"Man, I thought you were going to choke me to death with your dick!" he
whispered.  Then he snuggled up against me.  I wrapped my arms around him,
and reached one hand down to caress his hardon.

"Sorry about that," I whispered back.  "Guess I got carried away.  I didn't
hurt your throat too bad, did I?"  He tilted his head and looked back up at
me, still smiling.

"Nah, I just couldn't breathe for a bit there, but I'm good now."  He laid
his head down on my pillow, still snuggled back against me.  "Can I stay
here and sleep with you?"

"Sure.  Just remember, we have to be quiet.  My Dad gets up in an hour,
I'll set my alarm for just before that so we can hide you or something if
he knocks."  My Dad hadn't opened my bedroom door without knocking first
since he came in on me naked in bed, jerking off and fingering myself, when
I was 13.  I set my watch alarm, and we both nestled down into the bed, all
wrapped up together.



I woke up to two sounds: my watch alarm beeping incessantly and my Dad
banging on my bedroom door.  Marcus jumped out of bed without a sound,
grabbed his clothes, and started to climb out my window (still naked).  I
snapped my fingers and pointed at my open closet, he jumped in there and
quietly closed the door.  Then I turned off my alarm.

"Hey, Dad," I said sleepily.  "Sorry about my alarm, I must've set it by
accident."

"That's ok, son.  It was going off for a while, so wanted to make sure you
were ok.  Can I come in a minute?"  I looked around quickly to make sure
there were no signs of Marcus around, and that the closet door was closed.
Then I covered myself with the bedsheet `just enough', and laid back.

"Sure, come on in."  He opened the door, and came and sat on the edge of my
bed.

"I won't be home until real late tonight, probably not until around
midnight, got a big dinner meeting.  Also, I have to go out of town this
weekend, I'll leave right from work on Friday and be back late Sunday
night.  You'll be ok by yourself?"

I put my hands behind my head, and smiled at him.  "Yeah my leg has been
doing real good, hasn't been giving me any trouble at all for a while.  The
doctor even said I could start driving again next week."

He ruffled my head, like he used to do all the time when I was younger.
"That's great!  Well I'll make sure the fridge is well-stocked before
Friday, and you know where the emergency money is, in case you eat it all.
Not that I'm TELLING you to eat it all!"  We both laughed, knowing my
appetite.

"Thanks, Dad.  Have a good trip, hope it goes well!"  He gave my hair one
last ruffle, and then got up and walked out.  He didn't close my door, but
it was ok because he went right out to the garage and left for work.  I got
up and walked to the front window, to make sure he was really leaving.
Then I heard my closet door slide open, and a minute later Marcus was
behind me, hugging his naked body to mine.  I turned around and hugged him
back, then looked down.

"Back to bed, or stay up?"  He gave me a sleepy look, grabbed my hand, and
pulled me back into my room.  We both flopped on the bed, snuggled back
together, and both went right back to sleep.



The next time I woke up was to silence.  My watch told me it was 10AM, and
my sweaty body told me it was going to be another hot day.  I looked over,
and Marcus was still sound asleep.  He was lying on his back, and his hard
throbbing pecker told me he must be having a sexy dream.  So I decided to
return the favor from early this morning.

First I gently pushed his legs apart, and bent both knees outwards so that
his hips were rotated up a bit from below.  Then I crawled between his
legs, knelt between his knees, lowered my head to his groin, and slid his
hardon all the way into my mouth (slowly and gently).  While I tenderly
suckled on his rod, I also fondled his nuts with a soft touch.  He actually
began to softly moan in his sleep!

Once my spit had dribbled down onto my fingers enough to sufficiently coat
them, I slid them down and traced them back and forth along his perineum.
I let more spit dribble down, and spread the slickness down over his hole
and along his crack.  Then I centered my fingertips right on his hole,
rubbing it while gently pressing in.  Suddenly his hole seemed to give way,
and one finger slid into him all the way.

Marcus' hands grasping the sides of my head, and feeling his hips begin to
slightly thrust up and down, told me that Marcus was awake.  I could tell
that he was getting close, so I strengthened my sucking and began finger
fucking him.  In less than a minute, his groin was banging against my
forehead as he face-fucked me.  When he slammed into my mouth and let out a
low growl, and I felt his hole spasming, I forced a second finger into him.
He yelped, his hole fighting against the surprise intrusion, but his orgasm
was on its way.  My mouth was flooded with his biggest load yet of sweet,
thin boycum.  He finished emptying his balls into my mouth, gave one final
grunt, and collapsed down onto the bed.

I kept both fingers lodged deep in his hole, gently twisting them and
sliding them back and forth a little bit.  Marcus just lay there, not
moving, for a bit, and then he reached down and grasped my hand.  I thought
he was going to yank my fingers out.  But instead, he pulled my hand I so
that my fingers were forced into him as far as they could go.  And he held
them there.  I looked up at him, and his face was a combination of pain and
sexual pleasure (plus sexual satiation).  I tried forcing a third finger
into him, see if I could open him up, but it was too much for him after
cumming, and he pulled my fingers out.

"I want you to, but not now.  I'm too tight after shooting."  So we just
laid there together for a while, all sticky and sweaty, until we couldn't
stand the feeling anymore.  Then we got up and took a shower together,
washing each other and both getting hard again, but we left them alone.



Marcus said he was going to stay all day, he'd just have to be home for
dinner.  We also decided we'd stay naked the whole day until he had to
leave.  So we had breakfast, and spent the morning watching TV all snuggled
together.  Our hands stayed busy, so our dicks stayed hard (though we
didn't do enough to get off).

After lunch, we decided that we'd watched enough TV, but couldn't decide
what to do (since we wanted to stay naked, so had to stay inside).  While
we talked about stuff, I got my dirty clothes and we went into the garage
so I could do my laundry.

"Hey Jon, you know how you said we couldn't ever do anything in here with
the garage door open, because anyone out in the street could see us?"

"Yeeaahh..." I said, wondering where he was going with this.

"Here, put these on."  He grabbed a pair of my shorts, and threw them at
me.  As I caught them, he ran over and pushed the button to open the garage
door.

"Marcus!"  I hissed, as I quickly put the shorts on before the door opened
all the way.  "Quick, go in the house before somebody sees you!"  He
casually walked back over to the washer, still naked.

"Trust me, Jon.  Just go out to the street.  Don't even go that far, just
go and stand on the sidewalk."  I did, then turned around and looked into
the garage.  I couldn't see Marcus, the washing machine, or any part of the
back wall.  In fact, I couldn't see anything past about the middle.  I
walked back into the garage, and headed towards the door button.

"No, leave it!"  Now I could see Marcus; he was looking at me playfully,
and beckoning me over with a finger.  When I got to him he reached down,
undid my shorts, and pushed them so they slid to the floor.  I looked back
out towards the street.  A car went by, and I reflexively covered my
genitals with my hands.  Marcus slapped them away.

"H-how did you know that no one could see this far in from the street?"  He
grinned.

"Last weekend I was walking by. I was right where you were a minute ago,
the garage door was up so I looked in.  I could HEAR somebody in here,
rustling around, but I couldn't see anything.  THAT'S how I knew.  Knew
that you and I could do ANYTHING in here, and no one would see us."  And
then his hand was on my dick, playing with it and rubbing it to make it
hard.  I wanted to make him stop, to go back in the house to fool around
with him, but this discovery was exciting.  So I forced myself to go for
it, right there.

Marcus gently stroked me for a minute.  Then he smiled up at me, got down
on his knees, and slid my hardon into his mouth.  Looking around quickly, I
didn't see anyone on the street.  I put my hands on his head, and started
sliding my dick in and out of his mouth.  Slowly at first, then I began to
speed up.  A few times, my cockhead entered Marcus' throat.  Each time he
gagged at first, but was able to handle it.  He was really becoming an
expert at sucking cock!  He also gripped my buttcheeks in his hands,
fondling them and massaging them and prying them apart.

Then I felt one of Marcus' fingers rubbing on my asshole.  I let out a
moan, louder than I wanted.  I looked around again; the street was empty,
but I saw a woman walking on the sidewalk on the opposite side.  She didn't
look around, and didn't seem to even hesitate in her walk, so I figured we
weren't being loud enough to be heard from the street.

When I felt Marcus start to push in with his finger, I completely relaxed,
and he slid it in all the way.

"Uhhhh, yeah Marcus, that feels GREAT!  Slide it in and out.  Go as fast or
as slow and as hard or as soft as you want."  He did exactly what I thought
he would do, what most inexperienced boys his age would do.  He started
ramming it in and out, fast.  Even though he wasn't hitting my prostate
(I'd have to teach him about that another time), I felt myself getting
close.  I told him to take a deep breath, and then slid my cock all the way
into his mouth, the entire cockhead entering his throat.

"Keep holding your breath, Marcus, and swallow.  Over and over."  He did,
his throat muscles basically massaging my entire cockhead.  I held it in
there, and a few seconds later I was exploding right down his gullet.  As
my last drops were spurting out, I slid back until only my cockhead was in
his mouth.  He was breathing quickly and deeply through his nose.  When I
let go of Marcus' head, he fell back on the cement garage floor, gasping
deeply.  I knelt down next to him, and saw his face was almost purple.

I reached over and caressed Marcus' cheek with one hand.  It was wet, and I
saw his eyes were tear-filled.

"Are you ok?  I didn't get too rough and hurt your throat, did I?"  Marcus
just sat there for a few minutes, his deep breaths eventually slowing to a
normal pace.  Then he looked up at me with a half-smile.

"No, I just couldn't hold my breath anymore, but I couldn't breathe.  I
thought I was gonna pass out!  But then you shot off and pulled back just
in time."  He gave a little chuckle.  I pulled him up onto his knees, and
then sat down in front of him so we were eye to eye.

"Marcus, if I ever do anything that you don't want to do, just tell me.
And if you can't talk, like a few minutes ago, just start hitting me with
your fists.  That will be our sign to stop.  Ok?"  He nodded.

"But I didn't WANT you to stop.  It didn't hurt or anything, so I wanted to
keep doing it."

"You sure?  Cuz you don't have to do something, just because you think I
want to do it."

"I'm sure."  I pulled him into my lap, his legs wrapped around me, and
hugged him tight.  He hugged me back, and we just sat there like that for a
few minutes.  Then I realized that he still had a hardon, and it was poking
my belly.  I leaned back and smiled at him.

"SOMEBODY'S still horny!"  I reached down and grabbed his hard pole, and
gave it a few quick strokes.  "You want to face fuck me, like I just did to
you?"

"That's what it's called when you grabbed my head and slid your dick back
and forth in my mouth until you shot off?  Face fuck?"  I nodded, still
fondling him.  "Yeah!"

"Ok, stand in front of me."  I helped him get in the right position,
straddling me with his feet on the outsides of my legs.  "Now you go as
fast or as slow as you want.  Hold my head for balance, and to help with
your thrusts.  Ready?"  He nodded, I opened my mouth, he slid it in, and I
closed my lips around it.  Marcus sucked in his breath and then let it out
in a hiss, grabbed my head, and started thrusting in and out of my mouth
slowly.  As he had, I grabbed his buttcheeks (each one fit so nicely in
each hand) and began fondling/massaging them.  The ends of my fingers
nestled just perfectly in his crack, and as I played with his cheeks, my
fingertips rubbed back and forth on his little hole.  While he began
speeding up his thrusts, I started prying open his anal opening with my two
pointer fingers.  Then I brought one to my chin and coated it in my spit,
returned it to his hole, and pushed it in.  I heard him give a little gasp,
but he kept going.

Marcus' dick tasted SO good!  I realized that I was hard again, without
even touching myself down there.  Just from his dick in my mouth, his balls
slapping against my chin, and my finger lodged up his ass.  I slid that
finger in and out of him for a bit.  Then I moved it around in there until
I found his immature little bump, bent my finger so my fingertip was right
on it, and started rubbing it.

Marcus let out this squeal of ecstasy, too loud.  I could JUST see around
him into the street, and fortunately there was no one out there.  Within
seconds his thrusting became erratic, he was breathing loudly in huffs, his
body was shaking & shuddering, and his hole was spasming around my finger.
Then he slammed himself all the way into my mouth, and I felt his jets of
cum exploding against the back.  When he finished, he practically melted
against me, and I helped him gently to the floor.  He lay there for several
minutes, just gasping in lungfulls of breath.

Finally he sat up, shakily.

"Wow.  WOW!  What WAS that?  You rubbed something inside my butt, and it
felt like my whole dick and balls were exploding!"  I explained to him
about the prostate, and what fun you could have with it.

"You can make a guy shoot just by rubbing that prostate thing, without ever
touching his dick?  Really?  Cool!"  His excitement was so cute.

Suddenly Marcus started to get up, still shakily.

"Where are you going?"

"I gotta pee!"  He was actually holding himself, like a little boy about to
wet himself.  I grabbed him and pulled him back down to the floor.

"Just go," I whispered.

"But it'll get all over the floor!"  I shrugged.

"Doesn't matter, I've done it.  Just go."

"But it'll get on me!"

"Doesn't matter, we have to take a shower anyway.  Just go!"  The looks on
his face told me that he was struggling with doing this, but he either
decided to do it or he couldn't hold it in any longer.  I watched as a few
spurts shot out of his now-semi hard dick, and then became a strong stream
spraying up into the air, both of us getting some of it and the rest
pooling under his ass.  He let out a giggle.  When his stream finally died
down, he just sat there, wiggling his ass in it.

"I've never done that before, but it was kind of cool!"  We both laughed,
then got up.  He shook his body like a dog, to get the pee off of him, and
we went inside and showered together.  Then we made some plans for this
weekend (when my Dad would be gone) for Marcus to finally get to "sleep
over", and then he went home.