Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2003 13:57:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Arbour <markarbour2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: On The Mark 8

PREFACE: I am writing this story primarily as a self-exploration tool.  I
invite you to come along for the ride, which is sometimes rocky, often
boring, and not always happy. Unfortunately, it's not always very erotic
either.  That being said, and if M/M and M/F sex doesn't upset you, read
on.  Since this is my story, please don't reproduce or publish it anywhere
without asking me first: markarbour2000@yahoo.com.


DEDICATION: This story, good, bad, or otherwise, is dedicated to John Walsh
of "Fraternity Memoirs" fame, whose ability and willingness to bare his
soul in his story inspired me to try to do the same.  Join our group at:
fraternitymemoirs2-subscribe@yahoogroups.com

CHAPTER 8

In retrospect, Darryl's departure from my life hurt me much more than
Mari's.  At the time, though, the immediate pain I felt when she cheated on
me was much more severe than the dull sadness that I felt from Darryl
leaving.  It didn't take me long to realize how much I missed him, and his
smile, and how special it was when we would mess around and he would kiss
me.  I realized how much I had taken him for granted, and how he had helped
me through such a tough time in my life, because adolescense is never easy.
And even though right before he left I wasn't seeing him as much as I did
in previous times, just not having him there, and knowing that that source
of sexual release was gone, made me horny as hell.  For the first time
since high school, I got to join the group of horny guys who weren't
getting any.  I didn't much like it.

As if Darryl leaving wasn't enough to destroy my sex life, the exposure of
his encounter with Derrick, and the horror that their lives became, was
like a warning beacon to all the guys not to mess around with your friends.
Who wanted to have their father kick their ass and toss them out of the
house?  Who wanted to be the laughing stock of the whole school, shunned
and alone?  Who wanted to face their friends and parents after getting
caught with some guys dick up their ass?  The answer: no one.  I had gotten
some interesting vibes earlier in the year from a couple of my friends, in
particular from Chris the surfer.  Just physical gestures, looks, double
entendres...all that made me think he might want to fuck around.  But with
Darryl and sometimes Van, I didn't really need to go after him.  Now, all
that changed, and we were all really nervous even if we just touched
another guy on the shoulder.  There would be no more ass-patting for the
football team.

The final blow was Van's attitude.  After Darryl got busted, he got
super-paranoid.  I'm not sure exactly why that happened: whether his fears
of getting caught were that much greater now, or whether he felt guilty
because of all the stuff we had done together.  He became totally absorbed
in Tanya, and when we were alone, there was a wall between us sexually that
we never talked about, but was very apparent.  It was weird because that
aspect of our friendship that was non-sexual was as strong as ever, but it
was also really hard because that final piece of intimacy was no longer
available.  If there were any doubts about where we stood, I had them
answered one night that summer.  We had been partying, and were pretty
fucked up, and I looked at him and said "You're wrecked man.  Wanna spend
the night?"  And even though he was really wasted, he got all nervous, and
said that he had to go, and left like in 5 minutes.

So with guys off limits, I focussed much more on the women in my world.  It
seemed like every group of guys in high school has a corresponding group of
women they hang out with.  I got together with most of the girls there at
least once, but I only got laid five more times in high school.  A pretty
sad state of affairs, considering that I had gotten off to such a good
start.  And after Mari, I found myself completely unable to commit to a
relationship.

In May of 1978 I turned 16, and my parents bought a car for me.  It was a
1968 Mustang Fastback, and I loved everything about it except that it was
an automatic (I like sticks..smile), had no a/c, and was in crappy shape.
I got a job at the local fast food joint for the summer, and put most of
the money I made into fixing up my car.  My dad liked cars, and knew a lot
about them, so it was cool to have a project to work on with him.  The only
thing we really fought about was music.  He liked Barry Manilow (remember
that song "Copacabana"?  AHHHH!) and that "Three Times a Lady" song by the
Commodores, and I was more into Kansas, Queen, and Styx.

My sexual dam finally burst at the end of the summer.  I was working late
nights, which was fine with me, and I was on the closing shift, which meant
that after the store shut down at 11:00, it was just me and the manager
there until 12 or 12:30 cleaning up and getting things ready for lunch the
next day.  The manager was a really cool guy named Ken, who was a year
older than me and went to a different high school.  We always got along
really well, and even though he flirted really hard with the ladies, I got
some pretty strong vibes from him.  He started out by really treating me
well, and giving me all the "best" jobs to do, which usually meant things
that were different than the normal "fry a burger" routine.  He was always
really friendly, always putting him arm around my shoulder, patting me on
the back...but it just seemed to me to be normal guy stuff with no sexual
intent.  And he always gave me great ratings, and took my side in any
conflict.  Oh, and did I mention that this guy was incredibly hot?  He
played football, a linebacker, and had the body to go with it.  He was one
big guy.  He had brown hair, kind of medium in color, and brown eyes that
were darker than his hair, which really looked awesome.  He wasn't fat,
just big.  When he would bend his arm while picking something up, I'd
always think that his bicep was going to Flex and rip his shirt apart, kind
of like The Incredible Hulk.  I rewarded his kindness with unquestioning
loyalty, so we made a great team.

One night, after all the people had left and we were almost done cleaning
up, he told me to finish up and take off, that he was going to go
downstairs and sit for a few minutes and go over his paperwork.  That was
pretty much normal for his routine, so I finished cleaning up and was just
about to leave when I noticed I had left a case of small cups in the back.
I started walking down the stairs and I heard these soft moans coming from
our break room.  I immediately froze, and started walking down the stairs
very quietly.  When I got to the bottom, I gently put down the box of cups
and slowly and silently peeked around the corner into the break room, and
got one of the hottest eyefuls of my life.  Ken was sitting on the padded
bench, his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles with his legs
spread wide.  He was stroking his hard cock slowly, like he was trying to
savor the moment, and it looked like he had about 6" of dick to pump.  He
had huge balls that jiggled up and down as he pumped, and they were lightly
covered in hair that was just a little darker than the hair on his head.
He had unbuttoned his shirt, but still had his tie on, and it was spread
open so I could see his flat stomach and treasure trail (God I love those).
With his left hand, he was playing with his nipple, and his head was thrown
back so he was staring up at the ceiling, his adam's apple moving in time
with his moans.  I went from limp to hard in a nanosecond.

I just stood there watching him, watching his body respond to his touch, to
the pleasure he was giving himself.  God he was hot.  My dick was hard as a
rock, and I could feel the pre-cum leaking out, but my underwear and jeans
were holding it down towards the ground, so the harder it got, the more it
hurt.  Now begins an episode of "Mark's clumsiest moments".  I reached my
right hand in my pocket to adjust my dick, but I was so entranced by Ken, I
threw myself off balance, and fell right across the entry to the breakroom.
Ken jumped up, scared shitless, and yelled "who the fuck is there?"  I
quickly said "It's just me man, I tripped over the stairs."  He looked down
at me and at the tent in my pants and got this evil smile on his face.  "So
Mark, how long were you standing outside the door?"  Now it was my turn to
be embarassed.  I looked up at him as he walked toward me, his dick, which
had gone limp, hardening with each step.  "uh...uh....I...uh...just a few
minutes.." I managed to stammer.  As he stood next to me, he moved his
right foot over my body so he was straddling me, and I was staring right up
at his balls and the bottom of his dick.  "See everything you wanted to see
Mark?" he said, with a teasing yet sarcastic tone.  Then hormones took
over, I knew what I wanted.  I wanted that dick in my mouth.  I looked up
at him and said, boldly, "I like what I've seen, I just want to see more of
it".  He lowered his body down until he was straddling my chest, his cock
less than an inch away from my mouth.  "I've got a better idea..why don't
you taste it instead?"

He moved his cock towards my mouth and I stuck my tongue out and licked it
before it hit my lips.  "You want this, huh?" he said coyly, as he brought
his dick close enough to my mouth for me to lick, or to brush over my lips,
but wouldn't let me swallow it.  "Yeah, I want it," I said.  "Say please
let me suck your cock," he said with a sneer, and I responded with just
"please".  He started to get pissed off, and said "please what?!"  I looked
up at him, with his shirt open and his great body displayed above me, his
cock leaking pre-cum and I was overcome with lust.  "Please Ken,
please...let me suck your dick," I pleaded.  "Good boy, good boy," he
murmured as he grabbed the back of my head and slowly pushed his cock into
my mouth.  After Van and Darryl, with their big dicks, this guy was pretty
easy to take, but he started fucking my mouth really hard, and it was like
he was trying to make me gag.  What started out to be fun was turning out
to be a drag.  Then he started talking to me, saying "You're a good
cocksucker, yeah, take that cock, you love that cock don't you, you little
faggot" and shit like that which really pissed me off and ruined the whole
thing for me.  I was trying to decide whether to stop him, or just let him
finish, when all of a sudden I felt cum hit the back of my throat.  No
warning...no nothing.  He finished pumping his load into my mouth, stood
up, and got dressed.  He looked at me with a sneer and said "you can get
going...I've got some things to finish up here."  I just gave him an evil
looked and took off.

The whole thing really pissed me off.  I mean, there were lots of times
when I just blew Darryl and he didn't reciprocate, so that didn't bother me
so much.  But I was really pissed at being called a cocksucker and a
faggot.  That meant that he looked at me as being just like those femmes in
The City.  And I was pissed that he came without telling or warning me.
The guy was just a dick.

I closed with him for the next 3 days, and despite being pissed off, I was
still ruled by my hormones, so every evening after close he would "force"
me to suck his dick.  On the third night, I finally told him that I didn't
like being called names and I didn't like being forced to suck his dick.  I
thought that he would listen, and be cool with it..instead he blew up,
started yelling at me, telling me that he was in charge, he was the boss,
and that I would do what I was fucking told.  I finally got pissed and said
"fuck you," and turned to leave.  I told you I don't get mad very often,
but I felt the anger rising...this was getting ugly.  He grabbed my
shoulders and said "I'm gonna teach you a lesson bitch" and gripped me with
his left arm (God Damn he was strong) while he ripped down my pants with
his right hand.  "You won't take my cock in your mouth, well, then you're
gonna take it up your ass".  "Fuck you, let go of me you fucking queer," I
yelled.  He just got madder and tried to jam a finger up my ass.  The fear
and anger finally exploded, and I snapped.  I couldn't break his grip, but
I could pivot.  So I turned quickly to face him, shocking the shit out of
him, and kneed him as hard as I could in the balls.  He screamed, let go of
me and fell back, and I pulled up my pants and ran out of there.

The next day I got a call from the store manager that I had been written up
for having attitude problems.  That dick had put down that I was
disrespectful and refused to do my job when directed.  Now, in today's
environment, that might make for an amazing sexual harrassment suit, but
then, it wasn't really done, and certainly not by one guy against another.
Plus there was no way that I was going to tell her that I had sucked his
dick a few times and we got in a fight when I wouldn't be his rag.  So I
just told her that we were having problems getting along, and reminded her
that I had always done really well there, and asked her very earnestly (I'm
sure it sounded a little threatening) not to schedule me to work with him
again.  In fact, I never did work with him again, and two months later, Ken
and 4 other people were busted for stealing from the store and immediately
fired.  I was the one promoted to take his place.  And don't think that I
didn't think that was pretty cool!

At the end of the summer, Van and Tanya broke up.  I'm not sure exactly
why.  I think that they had been together for so long they had grown tired
of each other, and they both had such different interests.  Plus they were
going into their senior year, and talking about which colleges they wanted
to go to, and it was apparent that they wouldn't be at the same place.
When the break up came, it was remarkably calm and they were both pretty
mellow about it.  No crying scenes, no outbursts, no squirting mothers with
hoses...all pretty damn tranquil.  I thought that was pretty weird, and
very unfair.  I found myself sub-consciously wishing that Van would be as
upset as I was and want me to fuck him.

I was kind of hoping that this would be a window of opportunity for us to
get closer.  My parents decided to go back to the beach for our vacation,
and we took Van with us just like the last time.  I was excited yet
apprehensive, and he seemed to feel the same way.  The first days we spent
on the beach working on the women we met.  It was actually fun hitting on
women with Van, because he was even rustier than I was.  We finally met
these girls from Southern California and had endless debates about which
part of the state was better.  Dawn and Kathy, the LA bitches, or so we
called them.  Van hooked up with Kathy, and they seemed to click.  I got
stuck with Dawn, the loudmouth, but I was just in it to see if I could get
laid, not to marry the chick.  They were leaving three days before we were,
and the last night of their vacation we spent on the beach with them
(amazing that my parents didn't find out).  Dawn and I were laying on a
blanket about 4 feet from Van and Kathy, and when they started making out,
it seemed like the thing to do to follow suit.  Dawn was a loudmouth, but
she sure had a great body and she knew how to kiss.

She was such a good kisser, I got completely into her, and sort of blocked
out everyone else.  She had really big tits, and they were really firm from
working out.  Yep, she was an LA girl.  I spent the longest time playing
with them, licking and gently nibbling on her nipples, rubbing them against
my face, massaging them with my hands, and she was in heaven.  I moved my
hand down her pants and was waiting for the normal resistance...you know,
just to make me work harder....but she just arched her back to help me get
her pants off.  When my hand reached her pussy, it was dripping wet.  I
felt her hand grab my dick through my shorts....I had a raging hard on, and
the attention caused my whole body to jerk.  "You like that?" she said with
a smile.  "Yeah, alot," I said, smiling back at her while I took off my
shorts.  She started gently stroking my dick, while I worked her cunt.  She
was really moaning loudly, loud enough that I paused to look over at Van
and Kathy.  They were still making out, but hadn't lost their clothes yet.
We were moving a little faster than they were.

Dawn took my pause a sign to switch gears, and she pushed me on my back,
moving her chin along my chest and stomach on her way down to my cock.  God
this girl was hot.  I felt her mouth envelop my dick, and pushed out the
thought that it would be so much better if Van was doing it.  I laid back
and enjoyed the job, and it felt awesome.  I kept whispering encouragement
to her, which she really seemed to like.  "Oh yeah baby, that feels so
good, oh yeah, suck my cock, you are so fucking hot," I moaned.  I looked
over at Van and Kathy to see if my words would have any effect, and I saw
Van taking off his pants.  Cool.

I sat up and grabbed Dawn firmly, kissing her strongly, to let her know
that I was in charge again, and moved her up, lining her pussy up with my
cock, and gently pushed her down on top of me.  What a great position.  She
was moving her pussy around like crazy as I thrusted underneath her, and
her gorgeous tits bounced in front of me just begging me to grab them.  I
did.  Between the blow job, and this intense fucking, I knew that I
wouldn't last long if I kept it up, and I really wanted to time my orgasm
to match Van's.  I gently moved her to my side, then on to her back, and
held my body over her, with the tip of my cock barely penetrating her
pussy.  She kept trying to move her hips up to swallow my dick, but I'd
arch back just out of range to tease her.  We both started laughing.  "Fuck
me Goddamit!" she yelled, and I laughed even harder...looking right at her,
I gave her a kiss and moved my mouth down to her tits.  I licked every
spot, every crevice of her breasts, then started moving my mouth down
towards her pussy.  "Oh God Mark...what are you doing?  Oh God...not
that...Oh...I can't handle that....AHHHHH" she said as I started probing
her wet cunt with my tongue.  She was screaming like a crazy woman, and
whenever she started to calm down, I'd flick the tip of her clit with my
tongue and bring her back to life.  I could tell she was getting really
excited, and her moaning became much more intense.  "Oh Mark...fuck...oh
Mark...I'm gonna cum," and she grabbed the back of my head and crammed her
pussy into my face as the orgasm flowed over her.  It was so intense...I
could feel her vaginal muscles contracting, squeezing my tongue, as she
came.

Just when she seemed finished and spent, I moved back up to her mouth and
kissed her, making her taste her own juice.  "My turn now babe," I cooed
into her ear as I penetrated her and felt her warm wet walls surround my
dick.  She tossed her head back so I couldn't kiss her (guess she didn't
want to taste herself) which was just fine with me.  I went to work chewing
and sucking on her neck while I was fucking her.  I decided, at that
moment, to be really evil and give her a big hickey.  A souvenir, if you
will.  The harder I pushed, the harder I sucked.  She was getting into it
and moaning like crazy.  I was getting close.  Suddenly I heard a familiar
sound, that heavy breathing through clenched teeth...the sound of Van
starting to cum.  I looked over and the moon lit up his ass like two bright
melons and I saw him start to cum, thrusting into Kathy with abandon.  That
was the last straw for me.  I felt my body tense, my balls start to
boil...."I'm gonna cum, baby...FUCK..I'm gonna cum," I moaned into Dawn's
ear as I exploded into her.  I came and came for what felt like an hour.
After I came I smiled down at her and she pulled my head to her chest and
stroked my hair gently.  She was one hot fuck, and one of the most sexually
compatible women I've ever been with.

We exchanged addresses and info, and Dawn and I actually wrote to each
other for a few years.  If she'd been at my high school, we would have been
an item.  I really enjoyed her.  Van seemed pretty happy too.  He told me
that he was really horny, and it felt so good to get laid.  He said that
he'd been worried that he wouldn't be able to meet women, and get in their
pants, after he and Tanya broke up.  I looked at him and started laughing.
I think he was about to get pissed at me when I said "you are so fucking
cute, most of the girls at school juice their underwear at the thought of
being with you", which made him laugh too.  I think that us getting laid
together sort of silenced some of his demons about the stuff that we did.
I guess he figured that we were straight, and it was OK, so no big deal.  I
don't know, we never talked about it.

The funny thing about great sex is that instead of making me satisfied, it
makes me hornier than ever.  So the night after the girls took off found me
in bed, laying next to Van, with a raging hard on.  He was softly snoring,
and I started to gently play with my dick.  God it felt so good.  I kept
thinking that I should get up and go to the bathroom and just cum, but I
was having a really good time just playing with myself, and since Van was
sound asleep, what was the hurry?  I'd get myself close to cumming, then
back off, and get close again.  I grabbed one of my socks for when I
finally came.  Then, without any warning, Van moved around, stretching his
arms out so that his right arm was behind his head.  I stopped jacking off
for a while and just stared at him, bare chested with a sheet across his
stomach.  I moved a little closer, and I could smell his armpits, his
smell.  That just about sent me over the edge.  I rolled over on my side
and started working my dick hard...time to cum.  I heard Van move again,
and this time he rolled over behind me, and his left arm draped over my
body.  His hand was on my chest and he pulled me close.  I could feel his
breath on the back of my neck, and his hard dick poking me in the ass.  Was
he asleep?

His breathing was soft and steady, but his hand was twitching a bit.  It
started to move around on my chest, just a little, until his fingers
brushed over my right nipple.  I had been laying there calmly, probably a
little too stifly, but calmly, but when he touched my nipple my body arched
towards him, reacting to the touch.  His hand played with my chest, gently,
and slowly and gently moved down my chest to my treasure trail, playing
with the hairs as he moved lower and lower.  I almost shot my load without
touching my dick I was so excited.  Then I felt something I thought I would
never feel again...Van's hand on my dick.  He began to slowly stroke my
cock, and I couldn't fake sleep anymore.  I let out a moan, fortunately not
too loud, and started fucking his hand with my hips.  It hardly took me any
time to blow my load, and I had been building up to this moment, so it was
a big one.  My first shot blew out into the room before I grabbed the sock
to catch the rest.  I held it over the end of my dick while Van stroked me
and milked me dry.  When I was done, he rolled over onto his other side,
and I got up and cleaned up the floor.  I kept looking at him for a sign
that he was horny, or awake, or something, but there was no reaction.  I
wasn't sure quite how to take it, but what the hell, it sure felt good, so
I went to sleep quite contented.

We had fun the next few days, but I resolved that the last night I was
going to make a move and at the very least repay the favor.  We had a blast
during the day, just hanging out and talking about our dreams, and college.
Van wanted to be a park ranger, and that was his whole goal in life.  He
was like that.  It was always a new fad or something.  I just laughed at
him and teased him about all the extra money he could make growing weed.
One thing was clear from his discussions though: His college plans would
take him away from home.  And away from me.

The final night at the beach was like last time, a little tense as we
packed up.  We finally went to bed and just laid there, talking softly
about how much fun we had and how hot the chicks were.  Thinking about
boning Dawn, and being next to Van, was all it took to get me hard.  I
could tell from the sheets that he was tenting too.  It was now or never.
I gently began running my hand over his chest, flicking his nipples, and
playing with the hair that was starting to grow there.  He looked at me
with a series of expressions: shock, concern, denial....and then our eye
contact took hold, and I kissed him on the lips, and all resistance was out
the window.  He rolled over on top of me, and very forcefully took control.
I felt his hard cock next to mine, his big chest smothering me, his mouth
on my mouth, his tongue linked with my tongue.  I wrapped my legs around
him and fucked him back.  God, it felt so good.  I loved feeling him on top
of me, feeling his strength and power, his control.  I could feel him
tensing up, and I knew that it wouldn't take him much longer, and I didn't
want him to cum like this.  So I wrestled him over onto his back and
started kissing him, and licking his entire body.  I worked from his neck
to his chest, to his pits, and down to his huge cock.

When I got to his dick, I teased him with my tongue, and started talking
dirty to him again.  "God you have such a huge cock.  You are such a man.
You taste so fucking good..."  He loved it.  I had him squirming on the
bed.  Then I moved down to his balls, taking each one into my mouth,
bathing them with my tongue.  He was really excited, but I think it was
more because he knew where I was going than because he liked getting his
balls sucked on.  I moved down and he grabbed his knees to his chest,
exposing his red bud to me.  I gently flicked it with my tongue, and
brushed it with my lips.  He let out a loud groan.  He didn't even moan
like that when he came!  I started tracing my tongue around the rim, going
slower, then faster, then slower, then reversing directions.  Then I moved
my tongue inside his ass..just a little bit, just so I could play with the
walls of his hole.  By now, I had him in such a frenzy, I figured I could
do anything, and I had a plan for that evening.  I wanted him to fuck me
again.

That may surprise some of you, since it hurt so bad the first time.  But I
loved him more that anything else, and I wanted to show him that.  I wanted
to show him that the closeness of having him fuck me was more important
than the pain it caused.  I knew that he would never be able to tell me
that he loved me, at least not like I loved him, but I felt that if he
actually fucked me, it was almost the same thing.  I craved intimacy with
him, I wanted him as close to me as possible.

I moved up to his face and started kissing him again, breaking off long
enough to whisper hot things in his ear.  I straddled his cock and reached
back and lined it up with my hole and went to lower myself down on him.  I
could feel the well-remembered pain as his dick started to enter my ass,
and suddenly he rolled me over and he was on top of me again.  "Van, I want
you to fuck me again," I said into his ear.  "No Mark, I don't want to.  It
hurt you so much last time, and I could never bring myself to hurt you like
that again."  I looked into his eyes, and it was all I could do to not say
"I love you" again.  I just bit my lip and stared at him.  He got this
twinkle in his eye, and half smiled, and said "I know Mark.  Me too."  I
knew that he was telling me that he loved me in the only way he could.  My
soul became euphoric, I was overwhelmed with joy, and I wrapped my body
around his so tightly I thought I was going to strangle him.  I felt his
dick grinding against mine, back and forth, building up steam.  I felt my
balls rise, felt my body react, felt my mind go blank from all the pleasure
as wave after wave of the orgasm hit me.  It was almost a spiritual
experience.  I felt like we were one entity, just locked in space and time,
riding the wild wave of an incredible orgasm.

When we got back to school the next week, things were pretty much back to
the way they were.  In retrospect, I wonder if Van had told me that he
loved me, and that he wanted to be "together", but not necessarily "out",
what I would have done?  I'm almost positive that I would have said "yes",
but the pressures were so extreme, and the anti-gay undercurrent so strong,
it seemed out of the question at the time.  So we started my junior and his
senior year as best buds, and had a fucking blast working on women together
that year.  We both scored some successes, though Van's tended to evolve
into relationships, albeit temporary ones, and mine never seemed to get
that deep.

Towards the end of the school year the axe fell for me.  Van had decided to
go to school in Colorado.  I was devastated inside, but I tried to put on a
happy face and be supportive of his choice.  We hung out together all
summer, going to the beach, or wherever, having a blast, trying to pick up
girls, getting stoned..enjoying the life of the 17/18 year old male.  He'd
talk excitedly about Colorado, and what a new experience this would be.  He
was driving out there with his parents and all his stuff, and at the
beginning of summer it seemed like it was a long time away, but in no time
at all, he was packing to leave.  I vowed that I wouldn't cry and make a
scene...I wouldn't be a big emotional pussy.

The night before he left Van asked if he could spend the night.  He said
his stuff was all packed, and his room was all wrecked, so it would be
easier.  He knew me too well to know how much his leaving was upsetting me,
and I knew that he was just doing this to help ease the blow.  It just made
me love him even more.  We spent the evening cruising "the strip" and
flirting with girls, and stopping to talk to friends.  I would find myself
having a total blast, and then I'd think that after tonight I'd be doing
this alone, or with friends who were way more lame, and then I'd start to
get depressed.  Then I'd jerk myself out of it, determined to enjoy the
moment.  The night was an emotional roller coaster for me.  I was
temporarily bi-polar.

At about midnight, we decided to head for home.  My parents were already
asleep, so we hung out by the pool, got stoned, and just bullshitted for
awhile.  Van yawned, said he was tired, and we headed up to bed.  I was
really apprehensive.  I wanted to be with him sexually so bad, but it had
been a year since we had done anything, so the wall was up and pretty
strong.  We got into my bed, both wearing boxer shorts.  I was laying on my
back, and Van was propped up on his arm, laying on his side to the left of
me.  With his arm propped up my head was near his armpit, and I got a whiff
of his smell.  I guess it's pheromones, but just smelling him got me so
horny.  I felt my dick rise, and knew I was tenting.  Oh well..not much I
could do at this point.  He looked in my eyes and said "Mark, I'm really
gonna miss you.  You're my best friend."  I'm such a fucking bitch when it
comes to emotions.  I laid there staring at him, trying to control myself,
and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, then another.  He looked at me with a
worried expression, and sort of a half-smile.  He brushed one of them away,
then leaned in and gently kissed me.

As the sensation of his kiss when through my body like electricity, I was
trying to decide if this was just a "mercy fuck" on his part to make me
feel better, or if he really wanted to fuck around with me and just finally
got up the nerve.  That lasted about a second, and then I was overcome with
lust.  I wanted him so badly that I didn't care if the fucking house
started to burn down, no one was getting me out of this bed.  I slid my
left arm under his body and wrapped it around his back, pulling him closer
and gently rubbing his taut back muscles at the same time.  He moved his
hand over my chest and brushed my nipples...I moaned into his mouth.  I
hadn't gotten laid for a few months now, and when I jacked off I thought
about Van, so this was like a major fantasy come true, and I was totally
into it.  I moved my right hand down his chest, down his trail, into his
shorts, reaching for his cock.  It was hard and pulsing..it felt so alive,
I gently stroked it as we made out, and I felt his hand move down to my
dick, and I felt him gently trace the head with his fingers and lightly run
them down my shaft.  I had to break our kiss to moan, and that made him
giggle.  He moved his mouth to my neck...God I love that...and started
kissing and sucking...moving along my jawline, stopping at my adam's apple.

I started talking to him, trying to get him as hot as me.  "God you feel so
good...your cock is so fucking hard...I can't wait to suck it for you...."
He moved on top of me, my favorite position, and started dry fucking me.  I
was in absolute heaven.  I wrapped my legs around his and grabbed his head,
pulling him to my mouth.  God this was hot.  We hadn't been going for very
long when I felt him tense up and felt his whole body start to explode.  I
loved to feel him on top of me when he came.  He was so powerful, so
unstoppable.  Like a dam that just burst.  It felt like he came forever,
and when he was done he rolled off me and looked at me with a worried
expression.  "Man, I'm sorry I came so soon.  I was just so fucking horned
up.  You didn't cum yet.."  I told him that it was OK, that I liked nothing
better than to feel him cum, and that I was perfectly happy.  "Plus, I'll
just wait until you're ready for round 2," I said with a grin.  He laughed
at that, and relaxed next to me, laying his head on my chest while I ran my
fingers through his hair.

It was so tranquil, and I was so content, even though my dick was hard and
throbbing.  He laid there for a bit, not long, and then he started licking
my nipples.  I was so worked up, that his tongue on my tit was enough to
get me back to where I was when he came.  I moaned, and arched my back up.
He looked up at me and smiled, and maintained I contact with me as he
worked his way down my body.  As I stared at him he opened his mouth and
took my cock deep into his throat.  OH GOD!  I was so excited, and so into
it.  But there was something else I wanted to do.

I moved around, towards him, and he seemed a little confused until I
positioned myself underneath his cock in the classic 69 position.  He still
had cum smeared all over his pubes, and leaking out of his cock, and I
licked him clean, tasting his load.  He started sucking me faster, and I
reached down and slowed him down.  I didn't want to cum yet.  I slowly
began working his limp cock in my mouth, and in no time at all he sprang to
life and was fully hard.  Then I moved my mouth off his cock, and slid down
to his balls, cleaning them off with my tongue.  I knew what he really
wanted, though, he wanted me to lick his ass, and that was my goal.  I
moved him forward so his ass was right over my face and started gently
licking his hole, His whole body spasmed, and he began sucking me faster.
I pulled his hips back so his ass was buried in my face, and I fucked his
ass with my tongue.  God this was hot, smelling him, feeling his tense
body, knowing how excited he was...I felt myself getting close to orgasm, I
hit that point of no return, when you know you're going to cum and all you
can do is wait for it to happen.  I felt my balls rise, and tryed to tell
Van, but my mouth was buried in his ass.  Then I started cumming.  I shot
and shot and shot and shot.....and he swallowed every one.  After an
amazing orgasm I get so spent that I can barely move, and this one was so
intense that I didn't know if I'd be able to move for hours.  Van came up
next to me, gave me a kiss, and pulled me close to him.  I laid my head on
his chest and wrapped myself around his body.  I was so happy and content.

The next afternoon was when he left.  I wasn't going to go over and see him
off, but I changed my mind.  Everyone in the neighborhood would be there,
they all loved Van, and they all knew he was my best friend.  My mom would
be pissed if I didn't at least try to keep up appearances.  So I trekked
across the street, to the crowd of people, all hugging him goodbye.  Mari
and her parents were there.  Her mom gave me the evil eye, and I kept
thinking that I'd like to spray her with the hose again.  Mari looked at me
and said "Hi Mark," and I said "Hey Mari".  Sounds trite, but those are the
first civil words we had spoken in over 2 years.  Van saw me and broke off
hugging Shawn and walked over to me and gave me this big hug.  How like him
to make sure that I knew I was special to him.  I felt the tears running
down my cheeks, but I just didn't care.  We hugged for a long time, and
when we broke it, I looked at him and could see the tears in his eyes too.
His weakness brought out my strength.  "Don't get anyone pregnant, OK?" I
said, making fun of my father's sex talk, which made us both laugh really
loud.  He gave me one more quick hug, got in the car, and off they went.

In true Mark fashion, now was the time for me to immerse myself in
depression and feel sorry for myself.  Fortunately, events would make that
impossible.  You'll remember that I missed the last family trip to Chicago,
and this was our summer.  After all the shit that happened last time, there
was no way I was getting out of it.  Besides, I was really looking forward
to going.  My father's family was really cool, and I love Chicago.  What an
awesome city.  So the day after Van left I found myself on a flight to
O'Hare with my family.