Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 00:46:37 -0400
From: the devil <bcapirigi@hotmail.com>
Subject: making a man out of mark, chapter 3

	It was now October, and football season was in full swing.  Every Saturday
Mark and his friends would go to the stadium to watch the high school team,
sometimes even begging for rides to get to the away games.  Mark studied
every player, seemingly to work on his game, although his real intentions
were far dirtier than that.
	After the games Mark and his friends would play their own game, weather
permitting, and if not would sit in Mark's house and watch the college
games.
	It had been about two weeks since Mark went to the high school the first
time.  His first visit was remarkable, since it had resulted in the boy's
first experiences with oral sex; the football coach had given him a blowjob,
and then Mark sucked off a stuck-up senior named Craig.
	Craig had told the rest of the team about Mark.  There were a few other
eighth-graders Coach Walker had been courting, although Mark didn't know
that; according to Craig, though, none of them could compare with Mark, who
had a natural gift with his tongue.
	In the locker room one day Craig and another senior, Ryan, were taking a
shower and fooling around.  Ryan was one of the bigger kids on the team,
about six four and two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle.  Ryan was
a sex freak, and would fuck anybody who'd give him the chance, and even some
who wouldn't.  It was a small high school, but everybody was still impressed
that Ryan had fucked every single girl in his English class.  Once he'd gone
through three of them in one night, and still had time to go to Craig's
house for some early morning escapades.
	"The kid's fucking great," Craig said.  Craig wasn't one who was given to
compliments, but Mark had blown him away.  "And hot."
	"Yeah?" said Ryan.  "That good?"
	"Fuck, kid, you don't even know.  I've had the whole fucking team drink my
juice and I don't think anybody can come near to how good this kid did it.
And it was only his first time!"
	"A virgin, huh?" said Ryan.  Ryan liked fresh meat....

	Meanwhile, Mark and his friends Dave, John, and Christian were playing
two-on-two.  Dave and Christian were also being courted for the football
team, and despite Craig's unenthusiastic response they had both performed
pretty well for Coach Walker.
	The game proceeded quite normally, although all four boys seemed to be
playing with bulges in their pants.  Christian was the most well-endowed of
the group, and when he tackled Dave it became really obvious that there was
something going on.
	"What the fuck is that in your pants?"
	"Oh, uh.... Sorry, Dave."
	"Get the fuck off me.  What are you, some kind of faggot?"
	"Fuck you, Dave.  Anyway, you're harder than I am, I felt like I just
tackled the fucking Washington monument."
	"What the fuck, Christian?  You feeling my dick now?"
	Things seemed like they were going to get very unnecessarily ugly very
quickly.  Mark and John looked on, Mark with a smile on his face and John
just confused.  Deep down Mark's dirtier side, which had blossomed lately,
hoped that Dave and Christian would start something.
	And start something they did.  Dave pushed Christian first, and Christian
shoved Dave, hard.  Dave fell down again and Christian climbed on top of
him.  Christian could have knocked Dave out, but he was too slow and Dave
grabbed Christian down, too.  The two boys rolled around, tearing at each
other's clothes.  They could have been fighting a lot harder than they were;
in a way it looked like they were both enjoying what was going on.
	Mark was loving it, seeing two of his best friends with raging boners,
rolling around on top of each other.  He wanted to find some way to join in.
  John still looked confused.
	Christian tried to climb off of John, to stand up again, but John grabbed
hold of his jeans and when Christian tried to get up they started to come
down.  They probably would have fallen all the way down if the boy's prick
weren't standing so far out.
	Mark and Dave both looked longingly at Christian's thin tuft of light brown
pubic hair, which was exposed in the sunlight.
	"That's it, motherfucker," Christian yelled, tearing at Dave's jeans.
"You're going to pay for this!"
	Mark saw his chance.  He ran over to where the other two boys were.  He
reached around Christian to hold him off Dave.  It was strange, to be behind
his friend, especially when they were both sweaty and hard.  Mark wanted to
whisper something to Christian, telling the boy that he'd suck his cock for
him, but the violence in the air was still there.  Christian tore with all
his might at Dave's legs, managing to pull his jeans down to his knees.
Dave was wearing a pair of lime green boxers, with a huge bulge in them.
Christian reached for the bulge and yanked it out of the boxers.
	John gasped from the sidelines.  Mark gasped, too.  They were all still
unaccustomed to seeing cocks that weren't their own.  Dave turned purple.
Christian laughed.
	"Now who do you think the faggot is?"
	Dave lay still, and the merciless Christian seized the opportunity to pull
Dave's shirt off.  Dave wasn't quite as mature as the other boys, and Mark
and Christian saw that Dave only had grey shadows under his arms, where the
other two had recently grown hair.  Dave looked like he was going to cry.
	Mark felt bad.  "It's okay," he said, barely taking his eyes off his
friend's body which, developed or not, still turned him on.
	John looked with horror at the others.  "What the fuck is wrong with you
guys?"
	Mark and Christian looked over and smiled.  Dave looked over, too, unsure
of what was going to happen.
	"You're all fags if you're just sitting there on top of him!'
	Mark and Christian looked at each other, and at that moment they both
realised that they shared something.  They were both being courted for the
football team, had both met with Coach Walker, had both had their first
taste of cock.
	"Come here, John," said Mark.
	"No!" said John.
	"Come on, John," said Christian.
	"I'm fucking out of here," said John, but he didn't leave.  He stayed right
where he was.  Christian got up and walked over to him.
	"John," he said.  "Come on.  Be a man.  Grow up.  Dave's got a hard-on.  So
fucking what?  So does Mark.  So do I."  And with that Christian pulled his
pants all the way down.
	John stared in disbelief at Christian's dick, which seemed to be twice as
big as his own.
	"And if you call me a faggot again," Christian said, "I'll fucking hurt
you."
	John looked over at Mark, who was sitting so close to Dave, who was still
naked.  Mark was whispering something to him, and Dave nodded.  He didn't
seem to sad anymore.  Mark could see Christian's ass, which was gorgeous.
	"Well," Mark said, "I don't want to be left out."  And with that he took
off his shirt and pants.
	Christian, meanwhile, had taken off his shirt and shoes, so now three of
the four boys were naked.  John was mesmerized by Christian's gigantic
schlong and could feel his own beginning to show signs of life.  John prayed
to God that he wasn't turning into a fag.
	Then John looked on in amazement as he saw Mark, one of his best friends,
climb on top of Dave, another one of his best friends.  Mark was kneeling
with his legs around Dave's, so that Mark's still prick almost touched
Dave's balls.  Suddenly, quickly, Mark's mouth swooped down and he began to
attack Dave's boner with his tongue.
	Dave howled with delight.  John and Christian watched, the latter boy
beginning to stroke his stiff penis.  John was amazed.
	Mark greedily devoured Dave's penis, easily managing to cram the whole
thing into his mouth.  He slurped at it hungrily, quickly, thoroughly.  It
was impressive the skills the boy had, considering it was only the third
penis he's ever laid his mouth on.
	Christian looked at John.  "You want to give it a go?" he said.
	John didn't say anything, which Christian of course took to mean yes.  He
reached for John's shirt and began to lift it upwards.
	"No," John said, and Christian backed up.  "No," John said again.  "I just
want to watch."
	Christian looked towards Dave and Mark, and decided that since John wasn't
ready for it then he might as well join the other two.  He walked over to
Mark.  Standing over Dave, he waved his dick in Mark's face.  Mark looked up
from Dave's dick, but didn't take his mouth off.  Then he looked down
towards his own prick, which was rigid as a board.  Christian understood.
	He walked around Mark and lay down in-between Dave's legs.  Mark moved from
the kneeling position to all fours without ever talking his mouth off of
Dave's lucky shaft.  Christian reached above him for Mark's boner, and
inserted it into his mouth.  Mark moaned.  Dave moaned.  Christian moaned.
John looked on.
	It was only a minute or two before Dave couldn't take any more.  Mark could
feel Dave's cock about to erupt, and so he quickly removed his mouth as
Craig had done to him, and began to beat Dave's meat with his hands.  He was
rewarded in a few seconds with sticky fingers, which he lapped up like a
dog.
	Dave looked over at John, who was now splayed out on the ground, jacking
off at the sight of his three best friends blowing each other.  Mark looked
over, too.
	"No fair," he said, since his mouth was now free to speak.  Christian
looked over and took Mark's penis out of his mouth so he could say
something, too.
	"Get your ass over here, motherfucker!"
	John wasn't sure, but, deciding he didn't want to miss out on the
opportunity, walked over.  He stood over Mark and Christian, who were now
side by side.  The two boys on the ground exchanged a glance.
	"Lie down," they both said at once.  John did as he was told.  The other
three boys divested him of his clothes, and Mark and Christian began
simultaneously licking the boy's shaft.
	"Mmmmmm," they said.  "So hard...."  They were getting off being so close
to each other, listening to each other's pleasurable sounds.
	John wasn't much of a match for the other two.  Being new to this kind of
thing, it was only a minute or two before he blew his load onto Mark and
Christian's faces.  Mark and Christian, who had rarely been so close before,
looked at the cum splattered on one another, and instantly set to licking it
off.  Their tongues lapped at each other's faces.  And once that was clean,
there was only one thing left to be done.
	Mark spread out on the ground with his dick standing straight into the air.
  Christian made for Mark's shaft, while maneuvering his own into the other
boy's mouth.  The two boys worked a 69, Mark groping Christian's body,
Christian swallowing Mark's cock, Mark slurping Christian's balls, both boys
moaning with pleasure.  John and Dave looked on, watching the spectacle,
admiring both boys' well-developed bodies.
	After this went on for quite awhile, Christian let up on Mark's prick to
make an announcement.  "I'm going to bust a nut!" he said.  "Watch out!"
	But Mark had a surprise of his own.  The second Christian's jizz shot into
the back of Mark's mouth Mark let out a torrent of his own.  Both boys
shivered as their mouths filled up with wad after wad of steamy, sticky,
delicious cum.
	When it was over, Christian climbed off of Mark, and the two boys lay there
for a minute, out of breath and, quite possibly, in love.