Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2021 11:40:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: My Summer Surgery and Marcus

This is chapter four 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
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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

We stood facing each other, in matching pissed pants.  Then we started
laughing.

"I haven't pissed my pants since I was nine!" he said.  "But you were
right, it DID feel kind of good!"  I looked closely at his crotch, and
could see that he, too was hard.  "Now what do we do?"  I put one arm
around his shoulders, and led him over to the washing machine.

"We both take off our wet clothes and put them in the washer, and then we
play cards some more while they wash."

"In here, naked, with the door open?"

"Of course!"

So we did.

It had already been an adventurous weekend.  And it was only 4:00 Friday
afternoon!

After playing cards naked in the open garage for a while, we both said we
were tired of playing cards, so went inside and got a snack.  I heard the
dog in the yard whining and scratching at the door.

"Let's take the dog for a walk."  I went over to the couch, grabbed a pair
of athletic shorts, and put them on.  I heard Marcus gasp.

"No undies?"  I shook my head, grinning mischievously.  He giggled, grabbed
his shorts, and slid them up and on.  After putting on our shoes we went
outside and got the dog, put her on the leash, and headed out.  I led us
across the street and away from our block, then headed the opposite
direction from the baseball field (towards a part of town where I had never
taken Marcus before).  He looked at me quizzically, but I just grinned and
ignored him.

Like most boys, Marcus couldn't just walk.  He was a study in perpetual
motion: walking alongside me, trotting up to pet the dog, running up to the
corner and then back to me, jumping up to try and touch a tree limb...  But
his constant movements gave me some great glimpses of his hot little body:
the way his ass filled out the back of his shorts, the way his boy package
flopped around in its front, his mostly- smooth pits when he reached up...
It all made me hard in my shorts, which I knew from his glances at my
crotch and then his little smile.  Then he would inevitable reach down and
rub himself, which then got him hard too.

After about a half hour, we reached my target: a large, tree-filled public
park that I had been going to for walks on my own.  There were a few main
paths for walkers/bicyclists, but also lots of little trails off into the
woods that were seldom used.  Being a weekday, we only saw a few others on
the main path.  And after a few minutes, I led us onto my favorite side
path (one that I had never seen another person on).

"This is so cool!" Marcus said.  He picked up a sturdy branch from the
ground, and wielded it like an axe as we wove our way between trees.
Before long, we were so into the woods that the only sounds we could hear
were birds and ourselves.

"Hey Marcus, hold up a minute!"  He had gotten a ways ahead of me, so he
turned around and trotted back.  I handed him the dog leash and asked him
to hold onto it.  Then I grabbed the waist of my shorts and pushed them
down and off, and hung them on a tree branch, leaving me naked except for
my shoes.  Marcus stared at me, his eyes bugged out.

"W-what're you doing?  You can't be naked out here!"  He looked around,
then back at me.

"You don't see anyone else around, do you?"  He shook his head.  Then I
took the leash back from him, and nodded at his shorts.  "Your turn!"  He
stared at me.

"Take my shorts off and go naked?  What if someone sees me?  I don't want
to get busted!"

"I go down this little path a lot, and have never seen anyone else.  Come
on, join me!"  Marcus looked around one more time, slid his shorts off, and
tossed them onto the branch with mine.  I grabbed both shorts, and put them
on a higher branch that I could barely reach (and he wouldn't be able to).
"So you don't try and chicken out!"  His mouth dropped open.

"You mean leave our shorts here and hike naked?"  I nodded, and started
walking again.  Marcus looked up at your shorts, then headed off with me.

"I've never hiked naked before!"  Now he walked right along with me,
staying right next to me (or behind me when the pathway through the trees
narrowed).  The warm breeze, and sunshine where it reached us through the
trees overhead, felt great on my naked body.  Obviously Marcus liked how it
felt, too, as soon there were twin hardons leading the way.

After about an hour, we reached my favorite spot: a small stream with a
nice sandy bottom and shore.

It was partially hidden in the bushes, but was open enough to allow the
warm California evening sun to reach it.  I tied the dog leash to a tree
next to the river, sat on a stump to remove my shoes, and stepped into the
water.  Marcus did the same.  I laid down in the shallow water, and he laid
next to me with his head on my shoulder.

The two of us just laid there for a while, enjoying the feel of the water
flowing over our naked bodies.  I put my hand on his head and started
running my fingers through his thick black hair.  Marcus gave a sigh and
rolled onto his side to face me, and then started rubbing his hand all over
my torso.  I grew rock- hard as he alternated between fingering my nipples
and tugging on the line of pubes running down from my belly button.

"Mmm Marcus, that feels SO GOOD..."  I traced my fingertips up and down his
spine from the nape of his neck down to the tip of his asscrack, as he
wrapped his fingers around my hard cock and began slow- stroking it.  When
I moved down and rubbed his asscheeks he rolled his top leg over onto my
thighs, but did not let go of me.  Then I started running my fingertips
along his open crack and across his exposed hole.  When I applied pressure
with a fingertip, and slipped it in to the first knuckle, he let out a loud
gasp.

"Ooh, Jon, that feels...  weird!"  Marcus let out a low moan as I slid it
all the way in; he squirmed and tightened up his hole, but did not pull
away.  I continued to feel his boner rubbing against me, and he continued
to stroke me.  We continued this for a few minutes: me slowly
finger-fucking him, and him slowly stroking me.  Then I pulled my finger
out of him, put both hands on his head, and began pushing it down.

"Rotate around and suck me, Marcus!" I whispered to him urgently.  As he
did I grasped his hips, and guided him so that his legs straddled my chest.
When he moved his head into my crotch and began to lick my cockhead, I
pulled his hips up until his ass met my lips.  I snaked my tongue out and
gave a single, slow lick all the way up his crack.  Marcus let out a
surprised squeal and jerked away from me, but then settled back until h was
pressed against my face.  I again snaked out my tongue, this time right
against his rosebud.  By this time he had about half of my hard cock in his
mouth (the most was able to take without gagging).  As he sucked me and
swirled his tongue all over my cockhead I gave his asshole a royal rimming,
and then began pushing my tongue in.  I could feel his anus relaxing.

Marcus was becoming an oral expert, and it wasn't long before I started to
feel my balls churning.  I pushed a finger back into his now-spit slickened
hole, and it easily slid all the way in without even a whimper from him.
But when I found and began rubbing his immature prostate he let out a loud,
animalistic groan that would have me concerned about someone hearing if we
weren't in such a secluded part of the woods.

I couldn't have timed it any better if I had tried.  Just as I felt my cum
shooting up my shaft and out into his mouth, I felt Marcus' anus pulsing
around my finger as he shot his watery load onto my chest.  After we
finished our orgasms, he collapsed down onto me.

Both of us just lay there, trying to catch our breath, as the stream flowed
around us and washed away the evidence of our fun.  A few minutes later, as
guys tend to do after shooting off, I felt the need to pee.  Marcus
apparently did too, and tried to get up.  But I wrapped my arms around him
and held him to me against his struggles.

"Lemme UP, I gotta PEE!"  Marcus squealed.  I continued to hold him.

"Nope!"

"Jon, SERIOUSLY, I gotta GO!"  I chuckled at his desperation and boyish
sense of decorum.

"Then just GO, dude!  Let it flow!"  And I relaxed, feeling my own stream
flow out of my still-semihard cock, spraying both of us.  Marcus yelped,
but stopped trying to get away, and seconds later I felt his piss flowing
over me.  When both of us finished, he turned around to me face to face, a
goofy grin on his face.

"I never peed on anyone like that before, or had them pee on me at the same
time.  It was kinda cool!"

"And the best part is, we don't have to move to clean ourselves off!"  I
replied.  Marcus rolled off of me, we both used our hands to "wash
ourselves" in the stream, then we stood up.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry!"  Marcus nodded.  So we
both stepped out of the stream, put on our shoes, and headed back down the
path.  I handed Marcus the dog leash.


By the time we approached where our little side path met the main path, it
was starting to get dark.  I knew which tree I had thrown our shorts into,
since I had been using the same one myself, but I pretended that I didn't.
And it was dark enough that Marcus couldn't see up into the trees.  I
walked around the path peering up into each tree with a confused look on my
face.

"Jon, can't you find our shorts?" Marcus said, an anxious edge to his
voice.  I shook my head, and acted like I was still looking.  Marcus
started to panic.

"SERIOUSLY?  What are we gonna DO???  We can't walk down the STREETS
naked!!!"  I looked down at Marcus; he was hiding his genitals behind his
hands, and looking back and forth down the main path.  I tried my best to
not give it away, but after watching him for a few seconds, a giggle
escaped my mouth.

Marcus looked at me, as I started to laugh, and his scared look turned into
a glare.

"You DO know where are shorts are, don't you?  You were just tricking me!"
I nodded, and then broke down into full-on hysterics.  Marcus continued to
glare at me for a moment, but then he, too started laughing.

"Ok, you GOT me.  Now, let me have my shorts?"

I looked up into the tree, where even I could just barely see our shorts in
the fading daylight.  "You mean THESE shorts?"  I jumped up and grabbed
them, but still held them high up in the air out of Marcus' reach.  "You
don't REALLY want them back, do you?"  Holding them on top of my head, I
walked out onto the main path and started heading back the way we came.

Marcus was beside himself.  He ran up beside me, still holding the dog
leash.  "Jon, we're still NAKED!  You said we couldn't do naked things in
he street, where other people could see us!"

I looked over at him as we walked, still holding our shorts out of his
reach.  "But we're not on our street, are we?"  It was almost fully dark
now; I could barely see Marcus, but I could see the anxious look on his
face.  "Come on!"

Marcus frantically looked down the path in both directions, then came
trotting up beside me.  "Are we REALLY gonna walk naked all the way back to
your house?"  I looked down at him, grinned, then shook my head.

"No, just until we get to streets that have lights.  I've always wanted to
do this!"  Then I grabbed his free hand with my free hand, and we started
jogging down the path.  It felt great with the breeze blowing across my
naked body, the warmth from the day's heat still around us but not as much.
Soon I had a half hardon bouncing in front of me as we jogged; looking down
at Marcus, I saw he was in a similar state.  "Looks like we both like
this!"

Ten minutes later, we reached the little parking lot at the end of the
path.  It was completely empty, where earlier it had been full of cars.
The only light around was from the stars, and it was so dark that we could
barely see each other.  We crossed the lot to the beginning of the road,
and headed down it in pitch blackness.  I felt Marcus' hand squeeze mine a
bit.

"Kind of spooky out here in the dark, huh Marcus?"  He gave a little grunt
of affirmation.  At the end of the road was the beginning of streets with
houses, but this part of town did not have any streetlights so it was still
pretty dark (just a little light coming from the houses).  When I steered
us to walk right down the middle of the street, Marcus stopped and pulled
my hand back.

"Aren't we going to walk on the sidewalk?  What if a car comes?"

I shrugged.  "If one comes, we'll see and hear it in plenty of time to get
out of the road and onto the sidewalk."

"But they'll be able to see us naked!"

I chuckled.  "Then we'll just have to quick look for something to duck
behind `til they pass!"  I tugged on his hand and started walking.  "Come
on, let's get home so we can get something to eat!"

We weaved our way through neighborhood streets for the next half hour,
walking naked down the middle of the dark streets.  We didn't come across a
single car or other person.


When we got close to a main street with bright streetlights and some cars I
snuck up behind a parked car on the corner, and Marcus followed close
behind me.  We crouched there for a few moments, looking at each other.
Marcus' eyes kept bouncing between my face and my hand holding our shorts.

"Are we gonna put our shorts on now?" he asked.  I started to hand him his,
and then yanked them back.

"Ready for another dare?  One we both have to do?" I said to him, and he
looked at me warily.

"W-what?"  I smiled at him.

"2 choices; you get to choose which one, but you can't chicken out and say
neither.  Deal?"

"What are they?"  I shook my head.

"Nuh-uh you have to agree, THEN I'll give you your shorts back and tell you
the choices."  At first his expression was one of dread, but then changed
to a half smile.

"Ok, deal!"  Now he looked excited, I could tell he was getting used to my
crazy ideas, even liking them.

"So, we put on our shorts.  But not ALL the way.  We walk the rest of the
way back with either our zippers down, or the top button or snap undone."
He looked at me thoughtfully, then grinned.

"YOU have to leave your zipper down, and I'LL leave my snap undone."

"DEAL!"  Grinning, I handed him his shorts and we both put them on, with
the dare part.  We were both hard.  With his snap undone, his shorts
settled so low on his hips that they showed the top of his crack in back
and the tip of his hardon in front.  My hard shaft pushed out a bit through
the open zipper.  We looked at each other's midriff, then looked at each
other's face, and then burst out laughing.

"We might as well be naked!" I said.  He doubled over and backed away from
me.

"No WAY, that wasn't the deal!"  I laughed.

"Don't worry. I'm not THAT daring!"  We headed down the sidewalk, knowing
that anyone close enough and looking carefully enough would be able to see
our privates poking out.  When Marcus reached down to tug up his sagging
shorts, I slapped his hand away.  "Nuh-UH, gotta just leave them!"

"But they feel like they're gong to fall OFF!" Marcus whined.  I shrugged.
Then I let him get a few steps ahead of me, and watched his middle.  Sure
enough, his shorts seemed to be about to slide down his legs; with every
step they slipped down a bit, but then back up.  Although, I was sure that
more of his crack was exposed now then when he first put them on and
unsnapped.  Then I got an idea.

We got to the intersection that we had to cross.  It was brightly lit, but
no buildings within a block in any direction.  I looked down each street,
and there were no cars in sight.  After pushing the walk button I stepped
behind Marcus, crouched down and grabbed his shorts, and yanked them down.
They easily slid down to his feet, leaving him naked from the ankles up.

"HEY!" he shrieked, jumping forward and then bending down to pull them back
up.  He shot me a look of fury.  But I noticed that he again left the snap
undone.

"Marcus, this isn't a good place to go streaking!" I managed to get out,
before doubling over in laughter.

He continued glaring at me for a moment, but then started to laugh himself.

"Ok you got me.  But I'm gonna get you back!"  We play fought, giving each
other light punches, until the light changed and the walk signal came on
for us.  We jogged across the intersection, and continued to jog the
remaining few blocks to my house.  The jogging motion caused his shorts to
sag so far down that half of his ass was exposed.  I gave an exposed cheek
a slap, and then ran to the door.  As I opened it he let the dog into the
yard, tossed the leash on the patio, and ran after me into the house.  We
both stopped to remove our shorts again (nudity was now practically
mandatory inside the house), and he gave chase.  I managed to evade his
grasp around the living room/dining room, ran down the hall to my bedroom,
and ducked behind the door.  When he ran through the doorway I jumped out,
grabbed him from behind, wrestled him to my bed, and pinned him against it.
As we struggled against each other, the friction gave me the hardest
erection, which slid between the tops of his thighs, the shaft going into
his asscrack and rubbing against his exposed hole.  Marcus stopped
struggling, and turned his head to look back at me.

"Jon, is that your boner?"  I nodded.  "Are you trying to put it up my
butt?"

I stepped back, and sat on the bed.  Marcus sat next to me, looking between
my hardon and my face.

He reached over and grasped my pole in one hand, rubbing his thumb around
the head.  We just looked at each other's face for a minute.  "Do you want
to put it in me?" he asked.

"M-maybe.  Would you want to try it?"  He looked down at my hard cock as he
fondled it.

"It's pretty big.  Would it even fit?  Would it hurt?"  I leaned back on my
hands, letting him lightly stroke me.

I had been thinking about this ever since we became friends.