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MARK -- By Special Bear

Mark is about 5'10" tall.  He has kinda shaggy brown hair and soft brown eyes. 
 His dark complexion shows his Italian and Indian mixture.  He's 29 now, kind 
of old to still be on the street selling it, but he's doing okay and has a lot 
of experience.  He's also known as Fifty Dollar Mark, because he'll do 
anything for fifty bucks.  Anything?

Mark's got a nice dick, when it's hard it points up almost eight inches from 
his dark bush hair (when he has dark bush hair, it gets shaved now and then). 
 He has inviting low-hanging big balls.  His torso is strong but not 
body-builder type.  He has a slight belly, nice pecs, and broad shoulders.  
His skin is smooth and soft, but firm, subject to the whims of his customers' 
belts.

What's kept Mark in demand is his flexibility, his ability to get into many 
scenes and still have a hardon.  He'd never really share it with any of his 
customers, but he likes it rough and/or dirty.

That's good, too.  Mark's always been good looking but never was really pretty 
as a chicken or real handsome now that he has a few years in him.  He's a nice 
looking guy, better than average, but nothing close to five stars.

What else he has is an excellent reputation.  Mark's always delivered what 
he's agreed to deliver, and never ripped anybody off.

Brainwise?  Nah.  Hustling's a good occupation for Mark.  He's nice looking 
and willing and horny, average or below.  Mark's not all the way to dumb, but 
he borders on it.

Between his profession and his IQ, he's done a good job of concealing his 
homosexuality from himself.  Never had a steady girlfriend, in bed with a guy 
more often than not.  He admits that when he's a little drunk.

We've been sitting around in the evenings with a few beers and a tape 
recorder.  In his many years in business, he's probably had a couple of 
thousand different clients, and of those many, many repeat clients.

Here are some of Mark's stories.  I hope you enjoy them.

 * * *

Start at the beginning.  My family.  I have three older brothers and two older 
sisters and two younger brothers and one younger sister and Dad had all of us. 
 He wasn't my real Dad.  Mom had all those kids and then my old man and she 
got a divorce.  She married Wayne about six months after the divorce.

I think us kids were the reason.  He was nice to her, but I don't think they 
fucked very much.  With what we were getting, he couldn't have had that much 
cum left.

We had a big old house, and us boys stayed in the basement and the attic.  We 
doubled up.  I was with my brother Mike.  My old man wasn't that great at 
names.  John, Mindy, Don, Betty, Mike, me, Jim, Mary and Tim.

I guess he started with John and Mindy first, especially John because he could 
figure out more ways to be alone with him.  Fishing trips.  Overnight fishing 
trips.  I guess I could have seen that things had changed with John from the 
first time they came back from a fishing trip.

I got my first fishing trip... when I was just old enough to function.  We got 
in a little cabin he kept on the river, actually did some fishing, caught a 
few catfish, cleaned them, froze some of them and cooked a couple for supper 
with fried potatoes.

Then at bedtime, he just started looking at me wierd.  "Mark, I'm your dad, 
right?"

"Right."

"And you're going to do what I tell you, right?"

"Right."

"Get undressed."

"Huh?"

"Get undressed."

I got undressed.  I stood there in the middle of the room, probably blushing, 
with my Dad looking me over with even more of that strange look in his eyes.  
I know what that look's called now.  I know it real well.  Lust.  Sex.  It 
made me feel warm and he crooked a finger.  I walked over to him.

"Undress me."

I began to unbutton his shirt.  Slid it off him.  Then his boots.  I unlaced 
them and pulled them off.  I rolled his sox down and pulled them off.

Then he stood up and I unbuckled his belt, undid his snap and slid his zipper 
down.  I pulled the pants down to his ankles and held them while he stepped 
out of them.  Then I slid his underwear down.

He was huge.  I'd never seen a man's dick before, and his was all the way hard 
and even now that I've seen a lot of them, he was pretty well hung.

"Take my dick in your mouth.  Be careful not to bite it."

I thought about it a second, how to do it, then I got on my knees and took 
some of it in my mouth.  The head, you know?

Well, he put his hands behind my head and began to face fuck me.  I choked on 
it some, but I got used to it because I had to.  That's when I tasted my first 
cum.  It filled my mouth.  I didn't know what to do.  I didn't even know for 
sure what it was.  But I swallowed it.  That made him pleased.

Then I stood up.  My dick was hard.  He leaned over and sucked on my dick for 
a few minutes.

Then he took me to the kitchen and pulled out a little enema bottle.  He 
filled it up and had me lean over and he stuck it up my ass and wiggled the 
tip around.  It felt good.  The water felt good.  Then I needed to shit.

There was only an outhouse there, so I went out and when I came back he'd 
started to pump water for a shower and heat it.  It wasn't real hot when he 
filled the sprinkler bucket.

We got under the shower together.  He soaped up his dick and my ass.  Got em 
both clean.  Then we took a fast shower and... you know, we didn't say 
nothing.  I'd already figured out I had a hole back there and he had a rod to 
put in it.  I'd heard the kids at school telling jokes about it, so I was 
pretty sure I knew what was happening.

I was right.  He laid me down on the bed and kissed me with his tongue in my 
mouth and I loved it.  He fucked me in the doggy position.  He greased up my 
hole and his dick and then he told me how to get, and he got behind me and 
then my head hit the wall as he rammed me.

Didn't slow down when I yelled, just plowed into me and kept pumping and my 
head kept banging against the wall from the force.  He'd planned it that way. 
 Then he laid me down on my belly and got on top of me and began to fuck 
straight down into my asshole.  My asshole kind of still hurt, but not near as 
bad.  What was also happening was that I was feeling real good.

I was liking this.  His lips clamped down on my neck.  He bit me.  He fucked 
me and fucked me and then he started groaning and he came.

Finally, he flipped me over.  "You know how to jack off yet?"

"No."

"Here.  Take your dick like this and rub it like this."

I did.  And he shoved his finger in my asshole and tickled me while I did it 
and then I shot.  Man, it was like nothing I've ever felt before.  I didn't 
cum much, but wow, the sensation.

"Feel good?"

"Yeah.  Feels good."

Dad fucked me again that night and again the next morning and I came again the 
next morning with my hand.

When we got home, and that night, when Mike and I crawled into the double bed 
we shared, Mike looked over.  "Did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Did you and Dad fool around?"

"Yeah."

"Did he fuck you?"

"Yeah."

"Can I fuck you?"

"Sure."  I rolled over and spread my legs.  He got on top of me, and got some 
grease from somewhere (he'd been hoping for this, I guess) and he fucked me.

It took him a long time to cum.  But he did.

"Can I fuck you?"  I asked.

"Mmmm, give me some time, until I get horny again.  It's a lot better when you 
haven't just cum."

"Okay."

I waited until the next morning.  I woke up first and I looked up on the 
headboard and found the vaseline he'd used the night before and I greased up 
my dick and rubbed some on his hole and just plowed into him.  He woke up 
then.  You bet.  He figured out what was going on.  We were on our sides and 
he curled up more so my little dick could get a better shot at him.  I fucked 
him for what must have been a half an hour before I shot.

Then he kissed me and we got up and got dressed and went to school.

It was a few days later when John, my oldest brother, pulled me aside.

"You been doing it?"

By now I'd figured out what "it" was.

"Yeah."

"You want to make some bucks?"

"Sure, how?"

"Let's talk about it.  If you come into some money, you got to be cagy.  You 
can't let Mom or Dad know you've got it.  Maybe put it in the bank account 
that Grandma started for you.  That's what I do with mine.

"Okay."

"I'm going to introduce you to a guy who'll pay you and fuck you.  I've been 
seeing him for a long time, but he likes 'em young and I'm getting too old for 
him.  But there's other guys who I'm not too old for."

"How much?"

"For the first time, fifty bucks.  The second time and after that, twenty 
bucks."

"You get anything out of that?"

"Naw, the guy's been fucking me for a long time, Mark.  I owe him at least 
this much.  He's a nice guy.  Wish he wasn't dumping me."

"Okay."

And so it started.


Part 2

It was a dark, cold night.  There was a fine mist.  There weren't many of us 
out there.  Even the blond beauties weren't getting picked up.

And it was getting late.  The few enough cars that were passing by were 
getting fewer and fewer.  But I knew if I stood there long enough that sooner 
or later I'd get picked up.

It was a pickup truck.  Big guy in bib overalls.  Heavy set.  Real.  He was 
only in his 30s, scraggly blond hair.  Farmer, from the looks of him.

"You play, boy?"  he asked.

"Yep."

"You play kinky?"

"Yep.  If the price is right."

"What's the price."

"Fifty bucks."

"S' not bad.  How far will you go?"

"You get anything you want as long as I don't get injured."

"Anything?"

"I'm yours until tomorrow afternoon."

"Deal.  Strip."  I got naked.  He kinda kept looking at me by the dashboard 
lights and breathing hard.

He began to drive.  We got on the interstate.  We began to drive south.  Into 
the hill country.  He didn't live that far out of town.  We turned into a 
little farm lane to an old farmhouse.

I got out of the truck and so did he.  I turned toward the house.

"Nope, not going there yet, boy.  Follow me."

I walked naked behind him through the cold mist on a twisting path to a small 
creek.  He grabbed me and threw me in.  I landed in mud which immediately came 
up about half way up my calves.

"Wrestle boy," the guy said taking off only his shoes and jumping in beside 
me.  He grabbed at me, I sidestepped him and got behind him, but I couldn't 
move fast enough in the mud.  Before I knew it, he'd got me in a bearhug and 
was forcing me backward.

I fought it for a few moments then I lost my balance and fell backward with 
him right on top of me.  The mud engulfed my body.  He didn't make my head go 
under, though.  I didn't think he was thinking of drowning me, but the big guy 
on me kinda knocked some of my breath out of me.

He started kissing me and then I got a hardon.

He stood up sorta and peeled his coveralls down to his crotch.  His dick stood 
out.  He was pretty well hung, fat dick, big balls.

He scrunched me towards a fallen limb in the creek and turned me over.

I've never had mud used as a lubricant before, but it worked.  He shoved his 
dick into me and started fucking me.  His dick was wide enough that my asshole 
developed suction around it and every stroke, I came up out of the mud a 
little and it sucked at my dick.  I liked it.

His crotch was below mud level.  I felt the mud flow across my butt and lower 
back every time he stroked down, but the branch kept my head above the 
mudline.

 Then he got my legs wide apart and pulled out with a sort of sludgy plop and 
I felt him begin to force mud into my asshole.  He loaded in quite a little 
with his fingers, stretching my asshole wide with two fingers and then urging 
it in with a third.  I felt it begin to come into me.  My guess is about a 
quart of it before he started fucking me again.

I felt my guts burble from the muck inside me, and then that fat dick shoving 
it deeper into me.  Damn.  I was like 20 then and everything made me cum and 
that for damn sure did.  I shot my load right into the muck just as he 
bellowed and shot inside me.

"Get up" he said after he'd pulled out.  I did.  Then he took my place against 
the limb, although more of him stuck out than had of me...

"Okay, boy, straddle me, turn around so your butt faces me, stand right over 
my chest and shit out that mud."

I got well straddled and relaxed my ass and grunted and felt the ooze began to 
well up in my guts.  It came out easy.  Dripping down on his chest and belly. 
 As it came out, he rubbed it into his skin and began to whack off.  He 
scooped some up off his belly and used it to coat his dick as he rubbed it.

I had an idea.  When I ran out.  I got into the muck and opened myself up like 
he had and shoved more mud into my guts.  I worked fast and then got over him 
again and dropped more of it on him.  Right over his dick and balls this time. 
 He gave out a low groan.  I sat on his dick.  I relaxed my asshole and began 
to pump on him and grunt at the same time so the mud oozed out of me over his 
dick and balls as I pumped.

Then I got off him when it was obvious he was ready to shoot and I splashed 
down in the muck between his legs and scooped up some of the mud which was 
still warm from my insides and clamped my hand around his dick and began to 
whack his dick for him.  He shot.  Nice load for a second shot, too.

Then he took me to the house where there was a shower on the open porch.  We 
both showered and he took me back to the truck and drove me back to town and 
took me to my place.  I gave him my phone number.  He gave me fifty bucks.

"You're good, kid."

"Hey, it was interesting.  You get any more fantasies, you give me a call.  
Fifty bucks for anything."

"Gotcha."

And he did call.  About a week later.  But that's another story.