Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2023 14:24:48 -0400 From: AB Subject: Researching dick with Josh - part 7 Mark felt a mixture of shame and lust in the aftermath of his shower with Chris. Curiously, he didn't find himself mad that he was tricked about the idea of needing to shower for gym class. Instead, he felt the shame of being naked with another boy, playing with his dick and shooting loads... along with the agony of how much he liked it and wanted it to happen again. Now several months into his fourteenth year, Mark found it more difficult to deny his desires toward other boys. How the thoughts of cute boys made him lose his breath and made his dick harden. He still denied to himself he was gay, and figured there was another explanation for this that he would eventually discover. At a loss for what that could be, he pushed those thoughts down in his head, and focused instead on his lust. The shower scene played in his mind over and over again. He dreamt about it and he daydreamed about it. His parents would talk to him and he would realize in the middle of the conversation that he wasn't paying attention, because all he thought about was Chris. If his teacher wrote something on the chalkboard at the front of the classroom, Mark couldn't make out the words - all he saw was Chris stepping out of his clothes, his long cock swinging in slow motion below his thick path of pubes. No TV show was as good as the image of Chris's hand working back and forth on his hard dick and the explosion of cum that followed. Mark's mind was a complete blank and this seemingly was his only memory. His masturbation increased over the next week. It used to be once or twice a day, but now he would go three or four times, all while thinking of Chris and his beautiful cock. He would think of his tall, skinny body, the water of the shower pouring down his slight boy curves and he would get an undeniable erection. Mark pawed at himself in his bedroom, or the bathroom, and always found the energy to go again, even though all this attention was making his penis sore. His erection would begin to hurt, his plump cockhead sore from the attention, but still he continued through the pain to have his fourth orgasm of the day, with a weak spurt of cum. Chris became a sexy ghost that haunted Mark's life. He could almost see the boy out of the corner of his eye throughout the day. As he looked in the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth at night, he hoped the boy would appear from behind him to hug his chest in an intimate way. Although the memories were not even a week old, Mark sensed that it had changed him forever. That in the future he would look back at his life as being measured as happening before he showered with Chris and after. This turned out to be more or less true, with twenty years' distance, the image of Chris grabbing his hand and pulling him into the shower would always get the job done if Mark needed to cum. This moment changed him forever, and he struggled to process what it all meant. Mark wondered if Chris was going through the same thoughts. They only saw each in passing during school, and it wasn't the place to have such a conversation. Mark knew that if Chris felt 10% the way he felt, then the other boy was probably head over heels in love, too. He didn't want to admit it though, and the word "love" didn't feel right. This was his friend, after all, a good friend. And this is what friends do. Mark tried on that explanation for his gay feelings, but it didn't quite fit. He had to talk to Chris and see where his head was, and if the boy was similarly obsessed. The middle of the week, Mark was washing his hands in the second floor boys bathroom at the high school when, like his fantasties, Chris appeared in the mirror behind him. Mark did a double take in order to confirm this was happening for real. "Hey man, what's happening?" Chris asked, smacking Mark in the ass and seemingly grabbing a handful of his right butt cheek. No one else was in the bathroom to see this happen. Was that flirting or just guys being guys? "Not much," Mark answered, a complete lie, because there was so much, but it seemed poor form to answer that he had been lusting after his friend nonstop for days. "Yeah," Chris agreed to nothing. "Hey, do you want to hang out this weekend?" God yes, Mark didn't answer. "Maybe, sure," he said instead. "Great. I'm pretty sure I'll have the house to myself Saturday night if you want to come over. We'll have plenty of privacy." The way Chris added the word "privacy," a detail that has lots of potential meaning. "Okay, yeah, Saturday," Mark agreed. "I'll check with my parents to make sure it's okay, but I'll see you Saturday." And I'll see you every moment in between, Chris, you have no idea, Mark thought. The impending Saturday date did not slow down the thoughts swirling in Mark's mind, or ease his jacking off. Date. Was it a date? Chris gave no indication that he liked Mark like that, or even considered boys that way, but Mark proceeded to mentally prepare for Saturday as if it were an official date. Quietly in his room, he tried on various outfits, wanting just the right look, as if there was one perfect outfit that would make him appear extra sexy. He settled on wearing a striped button-down dress shirt - probably his best shirt - along with a pair of khaki pants. He tucked the shirt in and considered it, pulled out the shirt and turned in the mirror, tucked it in again... repeating this several times, deciding that leaving the shirt not tucked in was better, less formal for the casual hangout he wanted to project. Saturday afternoon, Mark spent extra long in the shower, washing all his parts several times more just in case, paying careful attention to everything below the waist. His cock hardened when he wrapped the soapy washcloth around his shaft and worked it back and forth, but he uncharacteristically ignored his boner. Have to save it for later, just in case. He paid careful attention to his taint and butt crack, too, not imagining that anything like that would happen, but he didn't want to give off a smell and ruin the mood. He was in the shower so long his skin was starting to redden. Once out of the shower, he brushed his hair several different ways, paying more attention to his hair than he ever had in his life before. His hair was mostly a formless blond mop, and he left it at that after considering the options. This was a date, not school picture day. He took some of his dad's after shave - although Mark had no need to shave - and put dabs behind his ears to give himself a little bit extra. He buttoned his dress shirt, and pulled on the slacks and considered himself in the mirror. Was he cute? Would Chris find him cute? Would Chris find him hot? He sighed and rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was thinking. "Oh, you dressed up," Mark's mom said when he entered the kitchen. "Uh, not really," Mark replied, weakly lying. They were standing close enough that his mom likely smelled the after shave, but she didn't say anything about it. Years later, when Mark finally came out to his mom, she replied that she "knew" he was gay for a long time, and, in hindsight, this is probably one of those moments when she knew Mark was gay. She knew she was driving him to a boy's house for his version of a date, but like a good mother of a closet case, she didn't say anything to Mark, and let him figure it out at his own pace. In the car ride over, Mark's mom went through the normal talking points: have a good time, don't get in trouble, don't stay up too late, and if you need anything, no matter the time, you should call. When they pulled up in front of Chris's house, Mark waited in the car for a moment and exhaled. "Okay, have fun, sport," his mom said. When he didn't move from his seat, she added, "You'll be fine!" and touched his head in a loving way. When Chris opened the door to his house and saw Mark for the first time he laughed. "I thought we were hanging out, not going to church." "Oh, the clothes?" Mark asked, pretending to not know what he was talking about. "Yeah, I dress nicely on occasion, it's no big deal." "No big deal," Chris repeated. The other boy was wearing a black polo shirt, tucked in his jeans, which Mark also considered unusual. "How about you, with your polo shirt?" "I also dress nicely on occasion," Chris explained, repeating the words back. The two laughed, and Mark was slightly relieved at this indication that the other boy was also taking tonight seriously. The boys quickly fell into their regular hanging out routine: pizza delivery, soda, video games, mindlessly flipping through the television channels, and random chit chat. Several hours had passed and it was now dark outside. Everything seemed normal, like it always had been, but Mark didn't want this to be just a normal night. Mark took the opportunity to say something. In the lead up to this night, Mark had told himself that he was going to be honest with Chris and take chances. The risk of the unknown was scary, but he also didn't want to have the regret of not trying. He didn't know if he would carry through on that promise, but he was trying to convince himself all week he should and that he would. He often thought about Josh and what could have been. He should have taken that further, maybe he should have told his friend that he liked him more than just a friend, but it didn't happen. And while he had the excuse of moving away, he wondered what could have been with Josh, and he didn't want the same with Chris. So, this was his moment. There was a lull in conversation, and he tried to find the words. "Chris, uh..." Mark started, "I was wondering..." There was a pause and no more of Mark's sentence. He started again. "I mean, do you think...uh..." Again, the words faded from his mind. Another long pause. Chris spoke up, helping his friend, "Did you want to talk about last week?" "Oh!" Mark responded. "I mean, do you?" "It was pretty hot," he offered. "I'll say," Mark mumbled to himself. He felt relieved that the cat was out of the bag and this was a safe conversation. "So fucking hot," he whispered. "What?" Chris asked, but he was pretty sure he heard. "Nothing." Another pause. "Look," Chris suggested, "you don't have to be so nervous." "I'm not nervous." "Yeah, you are," Chris jumped in. "You've been a little weird all night, and you show up dressed like we're on a date." Mark was crushed. "I... I thought you would like it." he explained. He was near tears. Chris, noticing that his friend was upset, placed his hand on the boy's thigh and offered, "I do like it. It's nice. Look, I dressed up too!" he said, pointing to his own polo shirt. "Yeah," Mark laughed, "I can't believe you have that tucked in." He reached out and pulled on the black fabric, pulling the polo out of his pants, revealing a flash of Chris's pale white skin, belly button, and smattering of hair. Mark felt his cock plump with blood. The nervousness had broken. Mark struggled to find more words, but Chris threw him a lifeline: "Look, if it helps any, I like you too." Mark hadn't even admitted that he liked Chris, but it was as if the boy could read his mind. Mark grinned and his cheeks reddened. Chris, on a roll, continued. "You don't think I've been thinking about the other day, a lot?" Mark sat there quietly. "Why do you think I invited you over tonight?" "Because you wanted to talk?" Mark asked. "Well, that's one place to start." Chris stood up and suggested that they go upstairs for more privacy for their talk. His parents were out - may not be home for hours, if at all - Chris said curiously, and his brother Jake was on a date, so the house was completely theirs, but still, they didn't have to do this in the living room. As they made their way upstairs, Mark's heart raced. He couldn't believe this was happening. He also found himself staring at Chris's cute little butt ahead of him. Once in his bedroom, Chris arranged the pillows on the bed, took off his shoes, and layed down on the bed, but sitting up, his head supported by a pillow. He patted the space to his right on the bed, welcoming Mark to join him. Mark also removed his shoes and scooted onto the bed next to his friend. They sat quietly, both boys could feel the other's body heat. "Is that cologne?" Chris asked. Mark sighed, "It's my dad's after shave." Adding, "I'm stupid." Chris chuckled, "I like it. You shaved before this?" Mark asked, "Do YOU shave?" "No." "Me either." Both boys laughed at their stupidity. "I don't know," Mark started to say, "I wanted to impress you. But I'm not sure why." "Can I ask you a question?" Chris said, adding, "Do you like me?" "I... yeah, of course I like you." "But," Chris added, "do you like me?" "I..." There was a long pause. "Yes." "I like you too, Mark." Mark's eyes started to tear up again. This is the moment he had been waiting for his entire life and now that it was here, he didn't know what to do with it. "Are you upset?" Chris asked, grabbing Mark's hand and holding it. "No, I just..." Mark sighed, "It just seems impossible." "We can make it possible," Chris answered and he leaned over to hug his friend. They held the hug for a minute or two, feeling each other's warmth, smelling each other, erections growing in both boys' pants. "This is nice," Mark remarked. "I can't believe I'm holding hands with another boy!" He blushed and hid his face with his free hand. "I know," Chris agreed. "What would everyone at school say? What would my brother say?" "I like it though," Mark explained. The warmth of the moment probably led to him revealing too much. "I've been so worried about how tonight would go, or where this could lead." "Would you like it to lead somewhere?" Chris asked with a smile. "Yeah!" Mark caught himself. "I mean, maybe. It'd be nice. But I just don't know where to start," Mark stated. "I might have a little more experience than you," Chris said, rubbing the other boy's chest with his hand. "I think we can figure it out." "How much more experience?" Mark asked. "I fool around now and again with this guy I know," Chris explained. Mark took note of the present tense of the statement. "You have a boyfriend?" Mark asked. "Oh god, no!" Chris yelled. "It's a little more complicated than that." "Do I know this guy?" "You do," Chris responded. "Who is he?" "Hey, you don't need to know that. Do you want me telling everyone about you?" "No, I guess not," Mark said. "What do you do with this guy?" Chris thought about it, and provided a vague answer: "We do stuff." "Yeah, but what kind of stuff?" Chris was silent so Mark continued. "Well, I assume you've jerked off with him." "Of course," Chris answered. "Jerked off each other, I mean." "I knew what you meant." "Blowjobs?" Chris nods. "More?" Chris smirks. "Really?" "Come on." "Wow." "Well, it's been a couple of years, so you know how things can progress." Mark didn't know but nodded his agreement. Couple of years?! They're only 14. What secrets does Chris have? "What about you?" Chris returned with his own line of questions. "What about me?" Mark answers. "Have you fooled around with anyone?" Mark considered this deep secret and reminded himself that he decided to be honest with his friend. "There was this boy," Mark began, "let's call him... uh, Josh." He blurt laughed, adding, "Let's call him Josh because that's his name." He laughed at himself and Chris joined in. "Anyway, this boy Josh..." Mark continued, highlighting his adventures with his old friend. He told him about the water guns, and the peeing side by side, and comparing dick sizes and his birthday sleepover. He might have provided too much detail, but Chris was hanging on every word. He selectively left out the lasting heartache of it. "Wait, the two of you kissed?!" Chris said with shock. "Uh, yeah," Mark confirmed, trying to process the information. "I just told you he blew a load in my face and yet the kissing is what gets your attention." "It all has my attention," Chris explained, pointing toward his obvious erection. "Kissing, though." "You and your guy don't kiss?" "Ew, no! We'd never!" "But you've done..." Mark started, providing a hand gesture, but not finishing with the word anal. "That's different!" "It's much different!" Mark agreed. Hmm, Mark thought. He was worried about how he compared to this other guy, but maybe he was closer to Chris than this other guy. Kissing seemed pretty basic. After considering all this, he added, "You should give kissing a try, it's fun." "I'd like to give it a try..." Chris said, again gripping Mark's hand. "I guess I thought I'd be your first." "Well, I can be your second." Mark leaned forward and tasted Chris's lips for the first time. He shocked himself with how smooth a move this was. The other boy leaned in and the two continued to kiss for several minutes, their lips smacking, their tongues exploring each others' mouths. They broke apart and Mark added, "Not bad, right?" He smiled wide. Chris stared into the other boy's eyes and felt weak. He smiled and leaned back in for another kiss, a long one, with a lot of passion. Mark broke the kiss, out of breath. "Wow," he muttered. "Yeah," Chris agreed. "Wow." The room was silent. They held hands and looked at each other closely. "I..." Mark started. "I think I'm in love," Chris interrupted. Mark was taken aback by the honesty. "Love?" Mark asked. He paused. "Love." The word hung there. Chris sensed that he said too much. "What I mean to say is that I really like you and... this." He held up their joined hands. "And we..." Mark cut him off. "I really like you too, Chris. If we're being honest...." The thought trailed off. Chris continued to hold Mark's hand. Their eyes held each other's attention. It was as if a current of electricity flowed between them. "Go ahead. I want you to be honest with me, Mark." Mark considered the thought and against his better judgement let it out. "I think I'm in love with you. I don't know! All week long, all I've been thinking about is... is..." "Me?" Chris asked. Mark smirked. "Well, your cock, but..." Both boys laughed. "What I mean, is... yeah, it's like there's nothing else that I can focus on, I just think about you and I don't know what it means, or if I'm just being dumb, or what, and I think my mom even knows, but how could she..." The boy was rambling, his anxiety growing, and so Chris did the only thing that seemed sensible: he leaned forward and pecked him on the mouth, the quick kiss stopping Mark's train of thought. "Me too, Mark." "Wha..." Mark was stunned by it all. "I feel the same way too, Mark. My week's been hell. I've been trying to make sense of it, but the only thing that makes sense is..." There was a pause. "Me?" Mark asked, now in the position to ask the same question. "Yeah," Chris chuckled to himself. "You, and your cock's not bad either." They laughed at their shared honesty. The moment held, the two continued to hold hands, their erections tenting their pants, both sweaty from the heat of their feelings. Mark was the first to speak. "I've... I've never felt this way before. I mean, with Josh it was... nice, but I... I didn't feel quite like this." "I understand," Chris offered. "Does it feel like this with the other guy?" Mark asked. "Oh." Chris considered it for a bit. "It's nothing like this. It couldn't be." "We've only been... you know, for like a couple of weeks... and that's been... years..." Mark said, confused. "It's not like this!" Chris said sharply. "Let's stop talking about that." "I'm sorry, Chris, I didn't..." "Don't worry about it." The room fell silent. Mark felt the tension and Chris worried that he ruined the moment. He let go of Mark's hand, stood up and stretched. "Hey, Mark, why don't we get more comfortable." Chris pulled up his black polo shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. Mark studied the boy's thin chest and puffy nipples. The bit of armpit hair that poked out. Chris still had a boy's body, but he felt like a man to Mark. He felt like a movie star, this image before him. Mark knew that this moment would be burned into his memories forever. Chris held out his hand to Mark, who took it, and stood as well. Mark began to unbutton his dress shirt, but struggled in his nervousness with the last few buttons. He muttered to himself. "Let me help," Chris took hold of the shirt and started to work the buttons. Four hands, their nervousness and their sweat wasn't making it easier. Mark sighed and Chris impulsively gripped the sides of the shirt and pulled. The buttons popped and the shirt torn open revealing Mark's pale chest and stomach. "Hey! My shirt!" Mark exclaimed as Chris laughed at his actions. "I gotta get the buttons, god, my mom is going to kill me..." Chris grabbed Mark's side to stop him for searching the floor for buttons. "It's okay," he offered and he kissed Mark on the mouth. Mark returned the kiss and the two boys made out, their hands rubbing each other's chests and sides. Mark played with the hair on Chris's arms and Chris pressed his thumb against Mark's small nipples. The casual exploration surprised both of them. After a few minutes, Mark stepped back from the kissing, panting. "I love you." He repeated the earlier thought, wanting to say it definitively. "I know," Chris said. Mark was overwhelmed by his feelings, and his eyes began to water, a tear rolling down his cheek. "I love you," he repeated, but more quiet. Chris touched the boy's cheek, wiping away the tear. "I love you, too." He smiled broadly, and Mark returned the smile. "I'm being dumb," he explained. "No," Chris replied, "You're perfect." Chris reached to undo Mark's pants, carefully pulling them down, working around the boy's massive boner. Mark shuffled around to try to help, but Chris pushed him gently back on the bed, which he leaned against as Chris finished pulling the pants off and tossing them aside. Now just in his underwear, the light blue fabric of Mark's brief was soaked with pre-cum, revealing the full outline of his cock, pointing up and to the left, with his fat cock head nearly bursting through the waistband. Chris gave the cock a tight squeeze and Mark gasped for air. "You're so cute," Chris whispered, rubbing his thumb against the top of the other boy's dick. He dug his fingers into the waistband of Mark's briefs and carefully began removing the soaked fabric from his strained and barely contained penis. The erection fought Chris's effort, so he reached in to hold the cock in place so that he could release it from its prison. That first touch sent a jolt through Mark's cock and his entire body, the hard object burning hot in Chris's hand. In order to get the underwear fully off, Chris let go and the thick dick smacked hard against Mark's stomach. He balled up the underwear, a gooey mess, and dropped it on the floor. It made a slight "splat" noise and both boys chuckled. "I guess I got you going," Chris said. Half standing, leaning against the bed, Mark's erection pointed toward his friend at a 45 degree angle. Its head was deep purple and wet with cum, and a thick strand of cum hung down toward the floor. Both examined the scene and Mark joked, "What gave you that idea?" Chris stepped back and started to undo his jeans. His long erection shot straight forward, amazingly not breaking through the zipper but doing its best to try. The tenting effect looked massive to Mark, as if Chris put an object in his pants as a joke. Despite its size, its position made it easier for Chris to pull off his jeans, revealing a white pair of briefs that were similarly soaked with cum. The waistband was pulled off Chris's stomach by his erection, and Mark could see part of his shaft and his dark pubes. Casually, Chris grabbed his briefs and quickly yanked them off, his long, hard dick bouncing up and down from the motion. Mark stared at the fully revealed object of his desire. The pre-cum gave Chris's penis a shine, and Mark studied its veins and other details. His cockhead was a deep red, and wet, a glob of cum giving it more texture. Mark realized he was standing there with my mouth open, stunned. Without saying a word, Chris knelt down before Mark, grabbing his erection. He led it to his mouth, giving it light kisses before putting it in his mouth. That action made a loud popping noise and Mark gasped at the feeling. Chris continued to suck, and swirled his tongue around the boy's bulging head, which seemingly filled his mouth. Mark wanted to tell Chris that he was much better at this than Josh, but he could only grunt and make moaning sounds. Chris continued to work the head, and began placing more of Mark's cock in his mouth, slowly adjusting to its thickness. Slowly he stuffed more and more into his mouth until to Mark's surprise it was fully inside, with Chris's mouth buried in his pubes. His boner pulsed in Chris's mouth, as the boy worked up and down the shaft, up slowly, down fast, up fast, down slowly... the expert variety was making Mark's brain melt. He couldn't process what was happening. His cock was covered with his own cum and Chris's spit. He felt warm and special. Chris rocketed Mark's cock into his mouth again, holding his lips tighty on Mark's pubic mound, sealing in his cock. He could feel Mark's pulse through his cock. The moment held. And held. And seemed to hold longer than was possible, until Chris pulled back off Mark's cock, gasping for air. He coughed, rocking back and forth on his knees, his mouth a wet mess. Mark gasped and tried to compose himself. "That was amazing..." he paused. "You're amazing." Chris started to stand, stumbling a bit from being on his knees so long, and Mark offered to help. He stood and led Chris to the position he was just in, pushing him against the bed. Chris could feel the other boy's sweat now soaked into the sheets. Mark knew his blowjob skills wouldn't come close to what Chris was able to do, but was in the moment, and gave it his best try. He grabbed Chris's penis, it too burned hot, and he slowly worked his hand up and down the shaft. Mark was so used to his own penis and his own jerking off pace that Chris's extra half inch or so of length seemed like a lot more. He wet his hand with the cum pooled at the tip of Chris's cock and slicked the shaft as he worked up and down. He moved the cock closer and studied it. "I'm not as good at this as you are," Mark started to explain. "Go for it," Chris panted. He did. Mark tongued Chris's piss slit, tasting the boy's cum, and continued flicking the head. He eased it into his mouth and sucked. He realized that he sucked too hard, based on Chris's facial expression, so he eased off and worked his tongue around the head. He tried to replicate what he thought Chris did to the best of his ability. He worked more of the length into his mouth, but was afraid to take more. Chris lightly pushed his cock into the other's boy mouth, rocking his dick back and forth. Mark tried his best, but he gagged, and pulled the dick out of his mouth. He coughed and started to apologize.... but Chris stopped him. "It's okay, you have plenty of time to learn." Chris stood and said, "I have a better idea." He could see that Mark gave him a confused look, worried about what this idea was, so he continued, "Do you trust me?" Mark thought about it and smiled. "Yeah, I trust you." "Get on the bed," he ordered. Chris directed Mark to lay on his back, as Chris positioned both pillows behind the other boy's back. Mark sensed what was happening but was in a bit of disbelief. "You trust me?" Chris asked again. "Yeah," Mark said, quietly. "Okay, put your legs up." He directed Mark's knees to his chest, exposing his butt. Chris petted his cheeks, giving them light squeezes. "You have really nice butt meat." Mark laughed at the term, and thanked him. Chris told him to keep his legs in place as he began to explore Mark's butt further. He lightly touched it with his fingertips, and held the cheeks in his hand, spreading them slightly to expose Mark's butt crack. There was a dusting of blond hair, which Chris played with. He leaned forward and Mark felt a wetness at his hole. Chris was tonguing his hole, and he mind raced with this information. The tongue continued to punch Mark's butthole, and then he licked, and kissed it. It opened up with the wetness and familiarity. Chris placed his thumb near the hole, which gasped with the touch. "Stay right there," Chris told Mark, as he walked out of his room, his erection swaying back and forth as he moved. The boy was gone for about two minutes and he returned with a bottle. Mark understood this to be adult lube, something he hadn't experienced before, having only used vaseline and spit. "Where did you get that?" Mark asked. "Oh, my brother's room." He explained, "This is going to be cold at first." Chris popped open the top of the bottle and held it over Mark's butt, a thin line of lube poured down in and near his hole. He shuttered slightly at the coldness. Chris placed the bottle on the nightstand and began rubbing the lub into Mark's asscrack and hole, which warmed it, everything now extra extra slick. Chris penetrated Mark with his thumb and he gasped. "Ow!" he remarked, but Chris shushed him. "I know, I know..." he held his thumb in place. "Give it a second to adjust." Chris was right, it started to feel okay, It felt great, actually, Chris inserted more of his thumb and Mark responded with a moan. Chris continued, moving his thumb in a motion like he was pressing the button on a video game controller. Mark continued to moan, and Chris could see cum pouring out of Mark's still hard cock. "You trust me, right?" Chris asked again. It was hard for Mark to speak, but he panted, "Yeah," gasping for air, "do you think I let everyone do this?" Chris laughed and agreed. He slowly removed his thumb from Mark's hungry hole, and opened the bottle of lube again. This time he directed the bottle to his own erection, applying a string of lube to its full length. He closed the bottle and spread the lube around his entire dick. "Are you ready?" Chris didn't actually say what he was going to do, but Mark understood what was next and he wasn't ready. But he reminded himself that he wasn't going to live with regrets, and he considered that Chris might be the only guy ever who wants to do this with him and he didn't want to miss the chance. He nodded his agreement to Chris, even though it was a bit of a lie. He wasn't ready. This seemed impossible. Chris placed his hand on Mark's left leg and pointed his slick red cockhead toward Mark's puckered hole. It gave slightly, and Chris took that as an invitation to push it in. Mark jolted, his entire body was on fire and he screamed, "OW!" Chris's cockhead was now fully inside Mark. Chris held the boy with his one hand, keeping his cockhead in place. "I know," he said with understanding. "I know, give it a chance." The pain subsided. replaced by an incredible sensation in Mark's dick. It shot through his full length, and felt like he could instantly cum. "Oh," he said, almost in relief. Chris understood, having been through this himself, and gave more time for Mark to adjust to having a massive cockhead in his tight butt. Cum was foaming on the tip of Mark's dick. Chris pushed forward, maybe another centimeter, and Mark moaned again. It continued this way for a few minutes. Chris slowly eased his way inside, and Mark adjusted to the pain and gave in to the amazing sensations. By the time Chris's penis was halfway inside his friend's virgin ass, it felt loose enough that he could begin to play. He started to slide himself out, and Chris could see the disappointment on Mark's face, only to slide it immediately back in. Mark yelped, and Chris repeated it again. Back and forth, back and forth, it got easier with each stroke. Mark moaned along with the action, tightly gripping his knees, his erection bouncing up and down in the puddle of cum on his stomach. This continued, as both boys settled into the routine, as if this was the normal thing they could be doing. Just another Saturday night. Mark caught his breath and told Chris that he loved it, that he was so good to be doing this to him, and Chris told him that he was beautiful and the best he's ever had. "I didn't think I would like it," Mark paused, "But I love it!" The pounding continued, the motion got easier. "I don't know how much I can do this," Mark said. "It's too much?" Chris said, referencing his cock, but Mark answered, "No, my legs are numb." "I understand." "I thought guys did this from behind, it's probably easier..." "Maybe," Chris answered, "but then, you can't do this." He leaned forward and kissed Mark's gasping mouth, holding the kiss for as long as he could. Chris could feel the boy relax as they continued to make out. The new position made it unavoidable. Chris slid his entire length inside Mark's tight ass, his balls banging against the boy's bottom. "Ugh!" Mark yelled, breaking the kiss, but Chris held his shaft in place and began kissing the boy's neck. "It's okay, it's okay," he repeated. Mark could feel it all. He didn't understand how it was possible for all of that to be inside of him. It felt heavy, big, and hot. Chris's cock pulsed inside of him. He looked at his friend, their eyes locked, and he told him, "It's nice." Chris pulled back his long dick halfway, and then slid it back in once again, punching Mark's insides. He yelped again, but this time more with more pleasure. He continued this a few more times. Mark was moaning and gasping for air. Cum continued to bubble from his dick, lightly flicking onto his stomach and legs as his boner moved with the motion. "I don't know how much more I can take!" Mark exclaimed. He didn't mean his ass, he was surprised by how used to it he was, but it was his dick. His dick pulsed and burned, every nerve in it was lit on fire in a way that he never felt before. It was like every organism he ever felt, just seconds away from coming, yet seemingly impossible to cum. "I don't know much more I can take!" Chris repeated. He meant his cock, too. The tightness of Mark's hole gripped every bit of his length. He never felt harder. His erection seemed longer and fatter than it ever was before, and he felt a massive orgasm growing. Chris leaned forward and briefly kissed Mark while explaining, "I love you so much." From there he quickened the pace, in and out of Mark's ass, the tight hole guiding the pulsing cock head to its goal. That was enough. His cock pulsed a few times and exploded. A hot stream of cum filled Mark's insides, followed by another, and another. The added wetness made the boy's hole even slicker and easier to explore. A fourth shot, a fifth and maybe even a sixth. It probably was the biggest load Chris had ever fired. The motion stopped. The two boys froze in place. Mark started to feel uncomfortable with the hardest inside of him, so Chris eased himself out slowly. His erection held, covered with boy goo and lube. His dick juice leaked out of Mark's. Chris stared at Mark's hole and stroked himself lightly, leading even more cum to pour out. "Oh my god," Mark muttered. His virgin hole no more now felt empty, yet open and ready for more. Chris stepped forward and grabbed hold of Mark's cock. It was super slick with cum and he began stroking it. Mark moaned in response and both boys knew he wouldn't last long. "Oh god, I'm gonna... I'm..." Chris covered Mark's massive mushroom head with my mouth just in time for his orgam. A massive eruption of thick cum shot into his throat, followed by a half dozen more. He tried his best to swallow it, but it pooled at his lips and started down his chin. He removed Mark's cock head from his mouth and held the shaft for a moment. "Whoa," was all Mark could offer. "Yeah, that..." Chris started but stopped. He tried his best to wipe the cum from his mouth. "Look at us," Mark laughed. Both boys realized how sweaty they were, how the bed. was soaked with sweat, and the room smelled of sex, cum and lube. Mark tried to process that he let Chris fuck him. That he had anal sex! He thought it would be gross, but it was the most amazing thing ever. He sat on the bed, naked, still quite hard, and continued to evaluate what happened. Chris joined him, their legs touched, and Chris put his arm around Mark, both bodies slick with sweat. Neither boy said a word. Mark's life was forever changed, he knew that for certain. And he couldn't deny his homosexuality anymore. Maybe he had a boyfriend? It was all too much, and he started to cry. The room was silent, except for Mark's crying. Chris held his arm around him and put Mark's head on his shoulder. "It's a lot," Chris agreed. "But it's okay." Mark continued to cry, and Chris's eyes teared up too, "There's no reason to be sad," Chris offered, his voice breaking along with the tears. "No, I'm happy," Mark said, smiling at his friend, and perhaps his new boyfriend. "I guess I'm crying because I didn't realize how happy I could be." Chris nodded his agreement and kissed the top of Mark's head. Mark explained further, "I didn't know my life was missing this until I had it." They held each other for a while. Both boys were changed forever. ------ Let me know how you're enjoying this story and if you want to read more! Thanks for reading!!