I feel like starting "Once upon a time", but I will give you a brief history of Mark and me.
PART ONE (Consequences of Strip UNO)
It all started when Mark was 11 years old and I was 15. At age 11, he was already hot and had the body of a 15-year-old. He was big for his age and I was already attracted to him. I had a girlfriend at the time, but that did not stop me from wanting to see as much of Mark as I could. Mark kind of looked up to me and was always around ... trying to hang out when I was with my girlfriend, so I used this to my advantage. One day I said, "Okay, I'll tell you what. In order to hang out with us, you have to play Strip UNO with us and if you loose, you have to get initiated." To my pleasure, he agreed. I told my girlfriend what we were doing and that we were going to cheat a little to make sure he lost. She said, "Whatever".
The day finally came for the game. We sat in a circle and began playing. We played UNO the way where you spread the card all over the ground and pick up the card closest to you ... this is how we cheated. We kept taking all of the good cards and kept feeding him crap. First his shoes came off than my shoes came off. Somehow I lost the next three hands! I counted each sock and my shirt. Then the fun began; the rest was all Kelly and Mark. Mark did the same with his socks, and then Kelly's shoes and socks were off.
Next was Mark's shirt. I was in heaven and my penis was starting to press heavily on my jeans. He lost again, and slowly took off his pants. There he was in his tighty-whities. For 11 years old, he had one hell of a package and a nice ass to boot, plump and round as anything. I just wanted to grab it so bad, but I couldn't. Anyway, Kelly lost to my surprise and had to take off her shirt. Luckily she was wearing a tank underneath or she might have called the game off. Then Mark lost. He was very reluctant to finish taking off his underwear. I said, "Okay, but you came so close to becoming part of the group. I guess the game is over." He said, "Fine", slowly turned around and took down his underwear. I could not look directly at him in fear of getting caught, but I saw enough. He then dropped quickly to the floor covering up his package and said, "Common, lets finish this up!" I was pretty surprised that he wanted to continue, but I guess we wanted into our little group. As we played the next hand I kept glancing over his head and down his back to his gorgeous, plump ass. We made sure he lost this hand. Since I did not expect him to go this far, I had to think quick of some final initiations.
First, I told him to stand up. Of course he had both hands covering his penis. I was so hard at this time I thought I was going to explode in my pants. I told him the first order of business was for him to go outside in the 14-degree weather and wait for me. To my surprise we went out back with the snow on the ground and everything. I got a nice glass of water and met him out back. I then threw it on him. Mean, I know, but it really turned me on. He still managed to cup his package with both hands though. I said to wait one more second. This time I returned outside with a bucket of freezing cold water, ice and all. I told him this would be over soon, but he had to do as I said. I told him to put his hands up behind his head. He released one hand and put it behind his head. I told him both hands or we could stay out there all day because I had a jacket on. He still hesitated, but he was shivering like a madman since he was soaking wet and it was 14 degrees out! He slowly released his other hand revealing his beautiful package to me for the first time. Again, I could not stare, but it made me so hot. I took the bucket and threw it on him. He yelped and took a huge breath in expanding his rib cage, which made his already well-developed body look even bigger. I thought he was going to shiver to death in the cold so I told him to come back inside.
He immediately covered his package with his hands and ran inside. He was so cute shivering there. He tried to go for his underwear and I said, "Wait a minute ... you're not done yet. The next order of business is a spanking." I told him to come over to me and lay over my knee. Again, to my surprise he did so. There he was with that adorable round ass staring right at me. I took an old piece of wood that was lying around and gently whacked his ass with it. He hardly even moved. I did not want to hurt him so I was being kind of gentle, but when I didn't see him move, I knew it was time to step up the pace. I came down a little harder and then harder yet. He started to move a little, but I had my other arm holding him on my knee. His ass started to get red, but I was so hard, my testosterone got the best of me and I started to thrash his ass with the piece of wood. He squirmed to get away and I could tell he had enough, so after a few more strikes, I let him up. Not up really, he kind of flopped on the floor, butt up in the air. I could kind of hear him sniffling and I looked and he had a few tears coming down his face. I really felt bad so I said, "Hey, guess what Mark, you're in. You passed the initiation." This made him pretty happy, so he got up, quickly grabbed his clothes, and went into the bathroom to get changed. I think my girlfriend thought I was crazy, but she did not mind because she did not care for Mark that much.
PART 2 (The Back Massage)
Over the next three years, Mark and I became pretty close friends. I was a senior in high school and was 18 years old. This put Mark right before his 15th birthday. I started to workout and of course, Mark followed and asked if he could workout too. We were probably about the same size except he had the potential of being huge ... you could tell by his frame.
Anyway, about a year went by and we were both in pretty good shape. People could not believe this kid wasn't even sixteen yet. He was hot as hell and became quite and item with the ladies. We would go down to the shore and he would get hit on the whole way down and the whole way back. One time we stopped at a traffic light and some girls actually made him get out of my car and run up to their car so they could give him their phone numbers!
That night is when things got interesting. We were on my bed and I was playing video game lying on my stomach when I starting busting his chops about the phone number incident. He got embarrassed and gave me a little slap on my back with his hand. This surprised the crap out of me, but I liked him touching me, so I continued to tease him. He slapped me several more times, harder each time and it hurt so good. After he stopped, he apologized. I told him that he didn't have to beat me and that I was probably all red now. The blood rushed to my penis when he lifted up my shirt to look. Yep, I was all red and he felt really bad. He started to gently rub his hands on my back. I did not know what to say, but I knew I did not want him to stop. He knew I was enjoying it and said, "Don't think I'm gay or nothing, but this would be a lot easier if you took off your shirt." Like I was going to refuse. I took off my shirt and laid back down on the bed. He continued to massage and I continued to get harder and harder. He put my arms out to the side and massaged them to. You would have thought that he did this for a living, but he was only 15. Well, it was time to eat and he had to go home.
After diner, Mark called and asked if we were hanging that night. I told him that I was supposed to call and talk to my new girlfriend Molly, but he could come over anyway. I told him that my back was still stinging from him beating me earlier and I think I made him feel bad. Mark returned to my house, this time with a backpack that he sometimes carried with him. We went downstairs where no one usually bothered me. He repeated that he still felt bad and that he would continue to massage my back. I laid down on the floor, but this time I kept my shirt on because I did not want him to think anything. This time he sat on my butt and started to massage through my shirt. Within 30 seconds, he told me again that it was easier if I took off my shirt. He also made sure to remind me that he was not gay. He massaged for another minute and then paused. I was wondering what he was doing and then I felt something dripping on my back. I asked what he was doing and he said nothing. He started to massage and I realized that he had put some baby oil on my back. He worked the oil all over my back and down my arms. I was going crazy under him, but couldn't show it. Then the phone rang. I did not want to get it, but I knew it was my Molly. I got up on my knees, grabbed the phone, and went down on my elbows. Yep, it was Molly and she was the furthest thing from my mind. I did not want Mark to pack up his stuff and wash his hands so I was trying to rush Molly off the phone. Then I felt Mark's hand on my side and it made its way under to my stomach. This made me quiver because I am ticklish and because it felt great. I could tell that he did not know how I was going to react because I was on the phone and because there is a big difference between a massage on someone's back and touching their front. When he saw me quiver and heard the squeak in my voice, he continued on my stomach. I could hardly talk to Molly on the phone. I could hear him chuckling behind me and he put more oil on his hands and worked them up my stomach to my chest. Pretty much, I said, "Molly, gotta go" and hung up with her. I joked with Mark telling him he was mean, but he loved it. I was not sure why. I though to myself and figured that he kind of liked to have some kind of control over me since being 4 years older than him, I was always in control of everything. He asked if I wanted to flip over and he would massage my front. I obviously flipped over and he, this time from the side, began to massage my front.
I stopped him and said that I felt bad and it was his turn to get a massage.
He seemed really hesitant, but I persisted and he said, "Okay". I told him to take off his shirt and I began the massage. I too used the oil, rubbing it in all over one of the best bodies I had ever seen. His muscles on his arms, those round shoulders and V-shaped back were driving me wild. I cleaned off my hands and asked if he wanted me to massage his legs. After he said, "whatever", I put my hands on the back of his legs and started to squeeze through his jean shorts. I could tell that this made him feel kind of funny by how he was moving. I worked my way down to his bare calves. I failed to mention that he had calves to die for. He played football and baseball and was well built for both. I was trying desperately to think of someway to get him to remove more clothing, but did not want to ruin what I currently had. I told him to make himself and home and take off his shoes and socks. He told me he was to relaxed and couldn't move, but that I could. Of course, I untied his shoes and removed them along with his socks.
I continued working down his calves and to his feet. I think he wanted to like the foot massage, but he was just too ticklish, so I worked back up his legs.
Here he was the boy of my dreams in just shorts on my floor and I was still trying to push the situation further. I told him that it would be cool if I could put the baby oil on his legs. I made sure I did not say to take off his pants ... I was leaving that up to him. He did not say anything and I continued the massage. I made sure that it did not feel that good making it obvious that it would feel so much better if I used baby oil on his bare leg. Out of nowhere, he says, "We're not gay." I said, "I know." He continued, "I'm just saying, we know we're not gay." Again, I said, "I know." He reached toward his stomach and starter to undo the button on his shorts. I was still massaging his legs and could only kind of see what he was doing. I did not want to make a big deal of it. I then heard him slowly pulling the zipper down on his pants so that I would not hear it. He placed his head back on his arms. I could see, just from him opening his pants, the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Oh how I wanted those pants down, but I think he was feeling me out first. I continued like I did not know and that is when he started to wiggle out of his shorts exposing his gray Calvin's. I then took them off of his feet and pretended like this was normal ... this was very difficult I might add. I reached for the baby oil and poured some on each leg and started to massage. What a sight this gorgeous, well-toned 15-year-old was all oiled up.
Then things got hot for me. I sat back on his butt and started up on his back again, going all the way down to the waistband on his Calvin's. Each time I would run one finger ever so slightly under the waistband. Mark exclaimed, "Dude, get a towel and wipe that off, these things cost $26 and I don't want to get oil all over them." I said, "$26, damn! It's up to you, you know I'm not gay, but why don't you take those off and put the towel over you so you don't ruin them." I think he was so mad about the oil on the Calvin's that he agreed. The change was made under the towel, but I was ready for something. I continued the massage and again, each pass went lower and lower, bring the towel down to expose the beginning of his crack. I almost had to stop. Mark had turned on the Television awhile ago and seemed to be preoccupied with a program so I kept going, lower and lower. I could almost see his whole ass. It was even more awesome than I had remembered from when he was eleven. I skipped back down to his legs as I was trying to think of a plan. I did not want him to freak out.
Then I went for the gold! I ran my oiled up hands along the sides of his legs all the way to his hips and to the sides of his body. I did that a few more times, each time moving them closer to his stomach, almost the way he did it to me while I was on the phone except his hands were only on my stomach. I then made smaller passes each one centering around his hip, making my way to his groin area. He was so quit; I did not know what to think. Ever so slightly, he raised his hips. I would not have noticed, but suddenly my hands were able to go further. I massaged as close to his penis as I could without touching it. I reached all the way around his legs right around it, but no contact was made. Still he said nothing, so I broke the silence with a ballsy comment, "Do you want me to massage you stomach and chest again?" Without saying anything, in one motion he sat up, swung his legs around and placed the towel over his member. He was now sitting with his legs out, with his back to me. I leaned on the couch in the same position with my legs open. He slowly moved back toward me, but still was pretty rigid. I reached around and started to caress his well-developed chest, this time making small circles around his hard nipples. He seemed to relax and started to lean into me. Finally, I could feel his whole body was resting on mine. I was pretty sure he was all mine now, but I had to be cool about it.
I stayed on his chest for awhile, I was enjoying it too much to spoil it by doing something rash. Then it was time. I started following his rib cage down to his stomach. I could feel them ripple a little bit. I then made my way down to the towel. At first, I just ran the tips of my fingers along the towel line, and again he was completely silent. Then I slowly worked the tips of my fingers down under the towel. I could feel his happy trail of hair and I nearly came. His stomach quivered as I reached his pubic hair. I pulled my hands back, put more baby oil on them and then returned them to the area I had dreamed about since Mark was 11 years old. Then I just went for it. I brought my thumbs through his pubic hair until I touched the bottom of his penis, which was now hard as a rock. He think he was startled that I went that far, but knew it felt great and didn't want me to stop. Then I wrapped each finger, one at a time, around his rock hard penis. By the size of this thing you would have thought he was 25 and even big for that age. His penis was so young and healthy to touch. I gently started to rub it with one hand and massage his stomach with the other. His stomach was quivering in and out. I could tell he was enjoying it.
I took the leap I was waiting for. Without a word, I wiggled myself out from behind him and crawled to the front of him. He would not look directly at me, but I did not care. I started to rub his legs and then worked up to the towel again except this time, I did not waste any time. I slowly removed the towel exposing his seven-inch penis. It was gorgeous, not a flaw on it and the plumped one you'd ever see. It was the girth I was so surprised at. He sure put me to shame with that thing. Anyway, I caress it and stroked it toward me. His eyes were closed and I don't think he expected the next step. I leaned over and licked the hole of his penis. He took the deepest breath I had seen since I threw the water on him nearly 5 years earlier. I played with his penis head with my tongue for awhile and then all at once, I swallowed him whole. Now I had never done anything with a boy before, but it sure felt instinctive to me. I sucked as hard as I could like I was sucking on a McDonalds milk shake. His eyes were still closed, but now he was moaning ever so softly, almost trying not to, but he could not help it. I fondled his balls a little bit as well. He seemed to like that. While trying to put a little bit more oil on his stomach, I dropped the bottle and it poured all over him. I tried to keep it all on him, but as it ran on either side of his penis, I knew I had to act quickly.
I cupped my hand down in between his ass cheeks and I could feel the oil pouring into my hand. Now I had no intention of doing this, but accidents happen. I slowly brought my hand up toward his balls with all of the oil passing over his hole. These turned me on more than I thought so I continued to pass over it spreading out the oil as I went. If it was physically possible, I could feel his penis growing in my mouth and it was definitely getting hotter. I then wiggled the tip of my middle finger into his ass hole and he thrusted his member deeper into my mouth. I almost gagged on it. I then went in all the way with my finger. I squirmed around and was starting to moan louder. I could tell he was getting ready to cum so I started to finger f#$% him faster going as deep as I could in his hole and sucking as hard as I could on his penis which had seemed to grow in both length and girth. Then it happened. This extremely healthy, muscular boy came in my mouth with about 10 huge bursts of the whitest, creamiest cum ever. I had to swallow three times during his 45-second orgasm so we didn't drip on the floor. Yeah, that's right, he had a 45-second orgasm and grunted just as if he was working out at the gym. It was like he was pushing the cum out as fast, as hard and as much as he physically could. I then sucked him until he was clean. He was still about as hard as when I started blowing him, but I knew after that Olympic orgasm, this 15-year-old was done.
To be honest, Mark and I never did anything like that again. We never even spoke of it. I wonder what Mark is up to these days....