Mark

MARK (t/t) Copyright BC Dude, 1998 bc_dude@hotmail.com

WARNING -- What's the point! GAY SEX

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MARK (t/t) By BC Dude

Chapter 2

I'm not sure which of us awoke first Saturday morning and I didn't really care. I was enjoying my memories of the night before which was my first time with anyone except my self. The warmth and feel of Mark's body pressed against mine was still a new and electric experience. I didn't care if he never woke up. I could stay like this all day for all I cared. I opened my eyes to look at Mark as he slept only to be met by his gaze.

"How long you been awake?" I asked.

"I dunno, maybe an hour or so."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Cause."

"Cause why?"

"Cause I was enjoying being next to you and feeling the heat of your body against mine."

"Me too."

"How long you been awake?"

"Maybe ten or twenty minutes."

"Uh huh," Mark said with that grin of his.

We snuggled together without another word and dozed off again.

"Shit!" I heard Mark complain.

"What's the matter?"

"Gotta take a leak."

"So go. I'll be here when you get back."

"Yeah, well there's another problem."

"What?"

"I can't."

"Huh?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"You ever tried to piss with a hard on?"

"Oh."

"Well I guess there's only one way to deal with that", I said.

"I ain't going in that freezing lake!" Mark protested.

"No, no, I had another way," I replied, an evil grin forming on my lips.

Mark looked at me as a strange combination of grin and concern crossed his face.

"What?" I asked.

"I dunno if I can hold it that long."

"You won't have a choice. Besides, you said you can't piss with a hard on."

"Yeah, I know, but -- I don't know."

By this time my hand had managed to slip between us and I was already stroking his hard cock. Mark quit his protesting and rolled onto his back.

"MMMMMM, that feels soooo good."

"I'm glad."

"Ya know, your cock sure feels different to mine with that foreskin. It moves so much more freely."

"Yeah," Mark replied. "I've often wondered what it would be like to be cut like you. I guess it's different."

"Yeah, not nearly as much freedom of motion. You can check it out next."

"Yeah, okay."

I continued stroking away on Mark's cock. I had often jerked off in the morning before going to the bathroom and knew that urge to piss can add a different kind of feeling and pleasure. I also was noticing the difference in the feel of his cock. He was hard, no doubt about that, but with the foreskin still intact it somehow made his cock feel softer than mine. It was a wondrous time, feeling that first cock and knowing that Mark was enjoying the experience too.

Mark moved his arms down and I felt his hand gently touch, then grab hold of my own stiff member. The position wasn't right for Mark to start jerking me so he just held my cock, gently squeezing and releasing his grasp. I could feel his precum starting to form as the wetness spread to my hand. I had to see this. I pulled the sleeping bag down and then rested my head on his chest. From here I had a perfect view of his cock as I worked it and I watched as I repeatedly worked my hand up and down that now very slippery shaft. I released his cock and gently cupped his balls and moved them in my hand. Mark responded with a soft groan and placed his hand on my head. As I massaged his balls Mark's cock bounced up and down slightly with each beat of his heart. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest as well as the increase in his breathing. I returned my attention to his throbbing cock and picked up the pace. Mark groaned louder and his hips began to buck slightly meeting each stroke of my hand with a thrust of his own. His cock was now producing a nearly steady stream of precum and he was panting hard. Mark's grip on my head increased as he pulled me tighter to him. With each stroke his hips were nearly clear of the floor now and there was little doubt that he was on the final approach.

Mark gave a few final groans and suddenly thrust his hips completely off the ground. His legs went stiff and I heard his breathing suddenly stop. His cock began to pulse in my hand and a small stream of his creamy cum shot from the end of his cock and landed barely an inch from my nose. Then another one hit me on my chin, and another landed on my lips. Two or three more shots and his orgasm subsided and I continued to milk his cock of the final drops.

I had tasted my own cum before and had certainly heard of "blow jobs", but I had never really seriously thought of giving one, let alone swallowing someone else's cum. However, considering the blob of cum on my lips, and the fact that I was now hot as hell, I opened my mouth and licked Mark's cum from my lips. Mark's cum seemed a bit saltier than mine but otherwise no different. I finished cleaning my lips as I continued to hold his fast deflating cock. I watched as his head sank beneath his foreskin until it was out of sight.

Mark slowly released the bear hug he had on my head and sighed.

"God, that was awesome. I never dreamed it would be that good to have someone else do that for me."

"It felt good doing it too. I always wanted to play with someone else's cock. I wanted to know how it felt, what it was like to feel another cock shoot. That was awesome too."

"Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to do you?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Can you wait till I go out and piss? I don't think I can wait any longer."

"Sure."

Mark didn't bother putting on any clothes. He just bolted from the tent. I watched those perfect buns of his disappear through the door and moments later I could hear the sound of his piss splashing on the ground. Seconds later he was back at the tent door with that smile on his face. The smile that made me melt. God, he was handsome. Even with his hair messed he still had a look about him that I would never tire of. I watched him as he crawled back into the tent and laid down beside me. He looked into my eyes as he positioned himself and I felt his hand sliding down my chest and stomach as he felt for my cock. My stomach tightened at the touch of his hand and I gasped as his hand found it's target and his smile broadened at my reaction.

"Like that, eh?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I groaned as his fingers wrapped around my waiting cock. "OH YEAH!"

Mark placed his head on my chest and continued to stroke my cock. I knew he was watching my cock as I had done with his. All my life I had been a little bashful about anyone seeing my cock but now it felt completely right for Mark to not only see my cock, but to be close up and staring. As Mark worked at my cock I gently rubbed his back. We were both purring like kittens.

Precum quickly dribbled down my cock and over his hand as he kept up his assault on my hard and throbbing cock. "Yes," I thought to myself, "so much better than doing myself." For years I had dreamed of touching and feeling another cock without any thought of being touched. "This is wonderful." I could already feel my balls getting tight and a tension building in my cock with each additional stroke. It wouldn't take long. Not that I usually did!

Without warning my cock started to pulse and I could feel gobs of cum shooting up it's length and landing on my stomach. One shot went clear over Mark's head and landed on my chin. My legs were stiff, my toes curled and I held on to Mark's head with all my might. I was breathless! Mark milked the last drops from my stiff dick.

"Good one?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, no shit."

"Not shit, cum, you dick head."

"Oh, you mean this," I replied and picked up some of my fresh cum and smeared it on his face.

Mark turned and looked at me, grinned and then lunged at me and proceeded to wipe his cum smeared face against me while making the fiercest growling noises he could muster. I did my best to pretend to fight him off but I started giggling so hard that it was useless. After making sure we were both equally covered in cum, Mark stopped, sat back and looked at his handiwork.

"Yup, that'll learn ya!"

"I dunno, I'm pretty dumb."

That started Mark giggling and we both collapsed to the tent floor to regain our composure.

"Let's go get cleaned up," Mark finally suggested.

We grabbed our towels and headed for the water. I was expecting to wash up at the edge of the lake, YEAH RIGHT! We did get clean though. The sweat was gone, the dirt was gone, the cum was gone, hell everything was gone!

"Pass the tweezers please," Mark said as we climbed out of the lake.

"Why, lose something?"

"Not sure yet, just wanna check."

"Here, let me help."

I reached over and grabbed him rather hard in the crotch.

"Yup, I think you lost something," but his yelp clearly indicated the reverse.

The rest of the weekend was a wonderful mixture of hiking, exploring, jerking off, riding, and even the occasional swim. By Sunday afternoon we were exhausted. We also knew we would be friends for life ... best friends, the kind of friends that few ever become or know.

Each of our families were like something out of the 50's or 60's. We both had our original parents, and each had a brother and a sister. Our families were middle class all the way, living a comfortable life in a medium sized town on the west coast. Mark's dad managed a local store of a national franchise and my dad was a partner in a local accounting firm. My parents had met during the 60's while discovering America on one big acid trip. You'd never know it to look at them now, but a few attitudes had remained and although they didn't know I was gay, I wasn't worried about them finding out. Mark's parents were a little more conservative in their background but they didn't come across as rednecks either. But then at 16, neither Mark or myself were really considering what it really meant to be gay beyond knowing we liked to look at boys and liked to jerk each other off.

After that first camping weekend we were always together. We went to school together, ate lunch together, studied together, watched TV together, and if we weren't camping on weekends we stayed over weekends at one or other's house. We were always careful to have 'the guest" sleep on an air mattress in a sleeping bag on the floor of our bedroom, not that we spent the night that way. But we always managed to be where we were supposed to be in the morning when someone would always barge into the room and tell us to get up.

We had other friends too, and played on the school football team and were members of the swim club. That was kinda fun too. For years I had dreamed of looking at all of those gorgeous cocks, and scared shitless that I'd pop a boner at the wrong time. Somehow, we always managed to keep ourselves under control but there were some interesting moments when one of us would make a carefully planned obscene gesture to the other about some guy in the change room or showers. The challenge then wasn't to keep from popping a woody, but rather to keep from bursting out laughing and making fools of ourselves.

Life was good and we managed to maintain a good enough appearance that no one ever suspected we were gay, or at least no one ever said anything. But that would soon change.

There was one guy we hung around with a bit more than the other guys. Dave was in several of our classes and generally seemed like a good guy. We had spent a lot of time with him at the local arcade and he was a wiz on several of the games. Dave lived a bit too far from us to hang around with much but he was easy company when we did bump into each other.

Late one summer night Mark and me were riding home from some place or other when we spotted Dave running across the street and a couple of guys chasing him. We recognized the guys too. They were from the football team. We pulled up just as the guys had caught Dave and it sure looked to me like they were about to beat the shit out of him.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Mark asked.

"This guy's a fucking faggot," Drew, one of the guys said.

"What?" I replied.

"Yeah, we caught this little faggot jerking off in the park with that other faggot Mike," Ian added.

"So why beat him up?" Mark asked.

"Cause they're fucking faggots," Drew replied. "We got that Mike kid good."

A thousand things were buzzing in my head. How do I try to stop this without becoming a victim myself. I knew these guys were redneck homophobes in a big way!

"Aw fuck, Drew," Mark started. "You mean you guys never got into a circle jerk before? In fact I know you have. I've heard about it from last year."

Drew turned a deep shade of red and it looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel.

"You fucking shit. You tell anyone about tha--" Drew cut his comment short when he realized what he had said.

"I guess we should beat the shit out of you as well," I added.

"Fuck, you guys aren't worth it. Come on Ian, let's leave these cunts alone."

"Speaking of cunt, how's that slut of yours Drew. Getting any lately?" Mark asked.

"Fucking bitch is on the rag, that's why I'm out with Ian tonight."

"Well you two sweeties have a good time then," I added, grinning from ear to ear.

"Watch your mouth, fuckhead!"

"Oh Mark, save me, please save me from the big bad QUEER basher," I said with the best queer lisp I could put on and pretended to hide behind Mark.

"Jesus Christ, fuck off. Come on Ian, let's go find some pussy."

Drew and Ian headed toward town leaving the three of us on the deserted street.

Dave had a small trail of blood running from his nose but otherwise seemed to be okay. He just stood there and looked at us, with a 'what now' look on his face.

"Where's Mike?" Mark asked.

"Back in the park."

"Does he need any help?" I asked.

"I don't know," Dave answered.

We headed back to the park. Dave didn't say a word in the few minutes it took us to get there. We found Mike where Dave said they had been. Mike was laying on the ground, balled up in a fetal position and groaning. A quick check revealed he was okay, just suffering from a few blows to the stomach. Dave assured us they would be okay and thanked us for saving his ass. Mark and I left them in the park and went home.

The next morning Mark and I were just leaving for a day at the lake when mom told me there was some kid called Dave on the phone.

"Hello."

"Jim?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Mike and I were talking and we thought we should thank you and Mark for saving our butts last night. Thanks man."

"No sweat Dave. No one should get fucking beat up 'cause they got caught jerking off."

"Well, thanks anyway."

"Not a problem, it's just a good thing Drew and Ian weren't really up for a fight cause I don't think Mark and me could have taken them."

"Yeah, that was fucking brilliant of Mark. Sure cooled Drew down in a hurry."

"Yup, I think he hit a nerve. Hey, what are you guys up to today? Mark and me are going out to the lake for some sun, wanna come?"

"Hey Jim, sounds cool. Which lake?"

"It's the one out past the oil refinery."

"Yeah! Haven't been out there for years."

"Well come on out then."

"I'll ask Mike and maybe we'll see ya there."

"Okay, see ya."

"See ya."

I told Mark about the call and we headed for the lake.

A few hours later Mark and I were horsing around in the water when we saw two guys walking along the shore.

"Hey Dave, Mike!"

"Hey Mark, Jim!"

Dave and Mike waited by the shore as we headed in their direction and climbed out on the rocks. Both Mike and I snickered a bit at the looks on their faces when they realized we were skinny dipping.

"What's the matter guys, never seen a cock before?" Mark joked.

"Yeah, well, uh, of course."

"You guys gonna join the show or just watch?" I asked.

Dave and Mike looked at each other a little nervously, shrugged their shoulders and started to strip. It was a pretty hot day so all they were wearing were shorts and sneakers. They were in the water before the last piece of clothing fell to the ground.

We goofed around on a log for some time and eventually decided to hit the shore and catch some rays.

Dave and Mike were clearly a little uncomfortable laying there in the nude and I guess somehow both Mark and I just knew what the other was thinking: NO MERCY!

"Uh, guys?" Mike started. "We really appreciate your helping us out last night."

"No sweat Mike," Mark replied. "Any side effects from last night?"

"Naw, it only hurt for a little while. I'm not looking forward to seeing those guys again in the fall."

"I don't think they'll give you any grief," I added. "They're probably scared shitless that Mark will tell everybody that they were in a circle jerk."

"Yeah, how the hell did you know about that anyway?" Dave asked.

"I didn't!" Mark said.

"WHAT?" we all yelled.

"I wasn't sure, but I had heard a few things and I know the football club in my last school used to have a circle jerk in the shower after practice half the time so I just threw it out. I figured it would either shut them up or they'd start denying it so hard that they'd forget about what they were doing."

"Fucking awesome, man!" Dave said.

"Yeah, as it turned out, they had and that fucking turd Drew got both feet in his mouth before he realized it."

"Well thanks, man. If there's ever anything we can do--" Mike started.

"Forget it. They got what they deserved."

"Well thanks anyway. We figured we'd be fucked after last night. No one in town would ever talk to us again," Dave said.

"Look guys," Mark said. "Almost everybody gets into a circle jerk every now and then, its no big deal -- unless you get caught by a couple of red neck assholes like those two. You'll just have to be a little more careful next time and find a place a little more private."

"Hey, don't get us wrong. We don't do that all the time," Dave protested.

"Yeah sure," Mark and I teased.

"No, really. We don't. We've never done it before and we were both so horny and didn't have anything to do and we were just sitting there talking, and--"

"Whoa Dave," Mark jumped in. "It doesn't matter and it isn't any of our business. It's cool, OKAY!"

"Yeah well we don't want you guys to get the wrong idea", Dave said.

"Shit Dave, are you simple or something! WE DON'T CARE! We don't care if you do it every day, or never."

"But we--uh--don't--uh--understand--uh--er--"

"Come on Dave, spit it out," Mark demanded. "Out with it."

"Well, we--uh--I don't understand why you don't care?"

"Why should we? It's your life, your business," Mark replied.

"But aren't you afraid to be with anybody that does that? Aren't you afraid somebody else might think you're queer? No offense man, we appreciate what you did, but aren't you afraid?"

"Look Dave, if some asshole is gonna give me a hard time cause I hang around with somebody that got caught in a circle jerk, it's too bad for them. The only difference is they've never been caught and you were. Big fucking deal."

"You mean YOU do it too?" Mike broke in.

Mark went silent for a moment and looked at me quickly and then back to Dave and Mike.

"Sure, doesn't everybody?"

Well, you could've heard a pin drop, those two went dead silent. Mark and me laid down leaving Dave and Mike staring at us, still propped up on one elbow. I could feel their eyes looking at us for some hint that we were playing a joke on them or something. Something to give us away. But we just laid there enjoying the feeling of the sun on our bodies -- and in particular on a certain part of our bodies. I rolled over, as did Mark.

"Damn," I thought to myself. "I wish I hadn't invited Dave and Mike now." They were okay but I'd sure like to have Mark alone right now. I opened one eye a bit and looked straight at Mark who was looking back at me. He looked a little pissed too. Then I saw the corner of his mouth start to smile and I knew something would happen. All I had to do was wait.

Sure enough, two minutes later Mark yelled out "Race ya to the other side of the lake."

"All right," I replied, knowing that neither Dave nor Mark were very good swimmers and would probably decline. WRONG!

The four of us hit the water about the same time and we started across. Dave and Mike made the classic mistake of most poor swimmers of starting out too strong, too fast, and were slowing within 100 yards. By 200 yards they were barely moving, and a few strokes further it was all they could do to tread water. So there we were, about 300 yards from shore and two idiots ready to drown.

Both Mark and I were excellent swimmers and tried to coach them on how to take it easy and slowly started to move them to shore but within a few feet Dave went under. Mike panicked and started to thrash wildly. I grabbed Mike while Mark dove down and pulled Dave back up. We towed them back to shore. Problem was that with all that skin contact I got a raging hard on, not that Dave noticed it -- I hoped.

I helped Mike from the water as Mark pulled Dave up. Interesting, I wasn't the only one sporting a woody. Mark was hard as a rock, as was Mark. Dave was still a little dazed and was still coughing up water, however, Mike quickly realized both his condition and ours and sat there looking.

"Fucking thing," Mark said. "It's got a mind of it's own," and grinned at me.

"I think I've got it's twin here," I answered.

Mike was too busy catching flies with his open mouth to say anything.

We climbed up on the rocks to our towels and sat down. I was hopeless, my rod wasn't going down, nor was Mark's or Mike's. Mike was looking real embarrassed and tried his best to hide his hard cock. Of course the more he thought about it, the harder it got and the sillier he looked. A young kid might be able to hide his equipment with his hands but not that 7 inch monster of Mike's. I had only heard of cocks like that in jokes.

Dave finally stopped coughing long enough to look around and realized what was going on and his cock started to rise. It was hard to tell if he was red from the coughing or from embarrassment -- the embarrassment of having the worlds smallest cock! It couldn't have been more than 3 and a half inches once it reached it's full size.

"Anybody horny besides me?" Mark asked, that killer smile of his on his face, as he made a few exaggerated tugs on his cock and then pulled his skin all the way back and pointed it at Mike. Well, everybody cracked up and the tension was lifted.

"Bet I can shoot further than any of you wusses," Mark challenged.

Dave and Mike looked at each other. The uncertainty on their faces was evident.

"Yeah Mark, what did you say your best was, 5 feet?" I asked.

"Nobody can shoot that far," Mike said.

"Wanna bet?" Mark retorted.

"Sure," Mike answered.

"Don't be too quick, Mike," I said. "You may end up eating your words."

"Yeah, that's it," Mark said. "The loser has to suck off the winner."

Dave just laid there through the entire exchange and finally found his voice. "Not me, I can't possibly do that. Shit, I only just started shooting last month. I wouldn't have a chance."

Mark, sensing Dave's discomfort quickly offered that the second place would be who could cum the quickest. Dave seemed a little more comfortable with that and hesitantly agreed.

"Well lets get to it," Mark said as he rolled onto his back and started stroking his dribbling cock.

I couldn't believe that monster of Mike's. Not only was it long but it was big. It was all Mike could do to close his hand around it. It was cut, like most kids in our age group, and it had a huge head on it. A real bushy patch of hair surrounded the base and covered his pubes and ran down between his legs toward his ass. Even his balls were hairy. Otherwise, Mike was a pretty average guy, maybe 5 foot 10 inches, average build, light brown hair cut quite short, and a typical build. Dave on the other hand barely had any hair above his cock at all. Just a tiny growth around the base. His ball sack was smooth and looked like satin. Tiny blood vessels were clearly visible beneath the translucent skin as they criss-crossed under the skin. His balls were still quite small and hung loose in his relaxed sack.

We each took turns watching each other working on our cocks but Mark got the most attention being the only one that wasn't cut. Of course that slapping sound his skin made as it was pulled across his precum soaked cock head was hard to ignore. Mark, Mike and myself were producing a steady stream of precum as we worked our rods. Dave, of course, was dry. Somehow that didn't seem to surprise me but he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as the rest of us so I guess there was no reason to feel sorry for him.

Dave let loose first. We couldn't help but notice. Dave started shouting, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" A few weak streams of nearly clear fluid dribbled from the end of his cock, over his hand and into his pubes. It wasn't spectacular but judging from the look on his face it was no less satisfactory.

I could hear Mike breathing harder and his chest began to heave. His gigantic nuts were drawn up close to his cock. His cock bulged even more and his knob looked like it would burst. It had turned a dark purple and his stomach muscles had tightened. He was gonna blow any second. Mike took a deep breath, threw his head back, and let out a deep groan as the first shot flew from his cock and landed in the middle of his chest. The next hit his chin, then each additional shot fell shorter and shorter until there was just a dribble running down his cock over his hand. Mike let out a sigh and relaxed his grip and opened his eyes to survey his work. All in all a good show, but I could see the concern in his eyes. He knew the distance of his shots probably wouldn't get him into the winners circle and might not even be good enough to escape being the loser.

Watching Mike blow his load all over the place was enough for me, I went off almost immediately. My first shot was my best and it blasted right into my nose and across my mouth. The next one landed on my chest, then my stomach, and then a few weaker ones just barely dribbled out. I smiled knowing I wouldn't be the loser.

It was up to Mark now. He could either win or loose. Mike had a real worried look on his face knowing he might end up the loser. We still didn't know if Mike and Dave were gay, or just caught up in some teenage circle jerk fun. But even being gay didn't mean we wanted to suck cock. I wasn't sure I wanted to and I knew I was gay.

Mark had determined look on his face as his speed increased. That slapping sound became faster and louder, more and more precum was flowing from his cock, he clenched his jaw, his hips bucked and rocked, his stomach tensed and he lifted his head to watch as his cock exploded. His first shot, more of a single drop, sailed through the air and landed in his hair. The following shots were more like long ropes but they didn't have much distance. They landed on his stomach and glistened in the sun. Finally spent, his hand dropped to his side and his body relaxed. Then there was that grin that slowly grew on his face. The grin of satisfaction and victory! Mike made an audible gulp.

Mike started squirming. He knew what the deal was and he knew what he was expected to do. I guess Mark noticed too, and if there was one thing I knew about Mark was that while he had no problem making someone squirm with a joke, he would never make someone do something that he couldn't deal with.

"Mark, please," Mike started. "I know I owe you for last night, and a deal is a deal but I don't think I can do that. Please--"

"Don't sweat it, Mike. I couldn't do it again right now anyway. Let's just say you owe me one."

Mike sighed with relief. So did I. I didn't want to see anybody forced into anything. To me, that would be as bad as what those other guys were gonna do to Mike and Dave last night.

The rest of the day was uneventful and we enjoyed the sun and the water.

That night while Mark and I lay in bed together I asked him about the deal from that day.

"Mark, why did you make that deal if you never intended to make the loser suck you off if you won? I don't get it."

"Jim, it was just fun. Sure I'd love it if someone would suck me off, but not if they didn't want to. Haven't you ever thought about being sucked off?"

"Not really. Yeah, it sounds kinda nice, but it seems dirty too."

"Yeah, me too. I don't know if I could do it either."

"But I know what I do like," I said as I reached down and started to stroke his already hard cock.

End of Chapter 2

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