Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2003 16:52:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Arbour <markarbour2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: On the Mark 2

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.

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.


The next day at school was different.  I noticed it right away.  No one
fucked with me...everyone left me pretty much alone.  It was kind of weird,
as I felt sort of isolated, but it was nice to be able to go through a day
without putting up with some sort of bullshit.  Of course I told Mari about
my encounter with Aaron and Darryl (well, not all of it, but the fight
part) and I'm sure she was gossiping to all her friends.  She's like a
walking newspaper.

I didn't see Darryl until lunch, and actually he saw me first.  "Hey Mark,
come on over here".  He was sitting with his burner friends, none of whom
looked overly friendly, but I went over and hung out.  This was the "bad
crowd".  I was the guy who busted the curve on tests...these guys relied on
curves to pass.  "How's your day going?" he asked, being really friendly.
We talked about bullshit, ate, and he told all his friends that he got me
high for the first time yesterday.  It's amazing how smoking pot makes you
a member of the family immediately.  Suddenly they started to warm up to
me.  One guy, Derrik, who was like a brown haired version of Darryl, told
me that he never thought that I'd actually do something like that.  For a
minute, I just looked at him strangely, until I realized that he was still
referring to getting high.  I was doing really well..the whole time I was
there I had miraculously avoided staring at anyone's crotch.  The bell
rang...lunch was over....Darryl said "See you in 6th period".  OK.

PE was next, and I had scored a major coup for the rest of the year.  It
seems that I had ingrown toenails, or some b/s thing like that, so the
Doctor had written me a note getting me out of gym for the next few weeks,
which would take me to the end of school.  The coach was kind of pissed,
and wanted to see my toes.  He made some smart ass comment about them
looking fine to him, but in the end, he couldn't reallly argue, so I was
out of that world.  Every once in a while I get lucky.

And then, sometimes I don't.  In typing we had a substitute teacher.
Ms. Garcia was out sick, so the librarian came in to cover for her.  The
librarian was one of those middle age ladies that can turn you off women if
you think about it too much.  She was slightly overweight and wore really
tight pants that clung to her body and outlined her pussy.  Most of the
guys in the class giggled off and on...she didn't seem to know why.  Darryl
and I sat next to each other in class and cracked jokes about her...and got
yelled at a few times for it.

After class, he asked me if I wanted to stop by his house on the way home
and hang out.  Part of me wanted to say no.  That part of me was chiding me
for being a total whore.  I'd have to suck his dick to pay him back for
being so nice to me.  Might as well go downtown and sell my body for cash
(OK..that's extreme...especially since I probably couldn't get much...but I
was on a roll).  But in the end, that part of me lost the battle hands
down.  I liked hanging out with Darryl; he was nice to me and the least I
could do was be nice to him.  Plus, I really liked getting high, and I was
hoping maybe he'd pull out another J.  And most of all, I really wanted to
see him cum again.  So of course I said yes.

When we got to his house, we went straight to his room and he pulled out a
J right away.  Cool.  Just when we were about to start smoking, the
doorbell rang.  It was Derrick.  He came in and hung out with us and got
high.  He was really cool too.  Apparently he and Darryl were both doing
martial arts together, so they talked a lot about that.  I kind of got a
weird vibe from Derrick...kind of like he knew that I gave Darryl
head...but I couldn't quite figure that out.  Maybe he caught me staring at
him...he was definitely hot.  His arms were really muscular...not like a
body builder or anything, but in a slim, tight way that karate guys
(actually, I think they were into Kung Fu) get.  But the coolest thing
about his arms was the way the veins on his muscles would bulge out when he
would bend them.  He seemed to fill in his pants pretty well too...not that
I was an expert (well, then anyway) but I guessed that he had to be at
least as hung as Darryl.  After about an hour, he left, and it was just
Darryl and I.

"Man, I really had a good time yesterday", he told me.  "You made me feel
so good."  Uh oh, here it comes, I said to myself, pretending to be
reluctant.  "Oh yeah", I said, "I never did that before, and I'm sure I
wasn't very good".  Yeah I know it sounds lame, but what the fuck am I
supposed to say.  By now he had gotten up and was standing in front of me
with his crotch at eye level.  He started to unbutton his pants.  "You know
what they say...practice makes perfect".  He pulled off his underwear and
pants in one motion, and his dick, already hard, popped back up and slapped
his stomach.  I looked up at him, and he gave me that lopsided smile...and
my mouth was on his dick immediately.

I'd been thinking about sucking his dick non-stop since it happened
yesterday, and I'd beaten off 3 times last night it got me so horny.  I
started to think about different things that I could do, that would feel
good.  So this time, I was a little more prepared.  I started off by slowly
engulfing his whole dick in my mouth.  I choked a little at first, but then
I relaxed and got the whole thing in my mouth.  He moaned, and laid down on
his bed...he was letting me take control and I loved it.  I slowly began to
move my mouth up and down on his cock, using my tongue to tease the
underside of his shaft and to trace the rim of his head...and to flick
across his piss slit, which was leaking pre-cum like crazy.  At first, the
salty taste kind of turned me off, but now I started to enjoy it.  I
noticed that before I came, my balls tensed up and my dick got extra hard,
so when I felt his start to do the same, I came off his dick and started
licking his balls.  I wasn't sure what to do with them, but they fascinated
me.  They were about the size of golf balls, and covered with a light coat
of brown hair.  At first I just licked them, then I tried putting one in my
mouth.  He seemed to like that a lot, and he grabbed his dick and started
stroking.  "Oh yeah, suck my balls man"....suddenly I felt them rise up out
of my mouth towards his body and I looked up in time to see him shoot his
load all over his chest.  God, what a turn on it was to see him cum.

"Thanks man, that was fucking awesome.  You're really good at that."  I
guess that was a compliment...not sure I wanted that one, but oh well.
"You taught me everything I know," I said, with a big smile.  We both
started laughing.  "Man, I better get cleaned up", he said.  I asked him if
I could use the bathroom, and he said sure, he'd use his parents.  I went
into the bathroom and within 2 minutes I'd shot another load, this one had
to be the biggest yet for me.  Time for me to go, I figured, and as I left
he called after me "see you tomorrow."  I had turned into his whore.

That was pretty much the pattern for the last few weeks of school.  I'd
fight my battles inside, but I enjoyed getting high and I enjoyed sucking
his dick.  One part of me liked the fact that I was doing something nice
for this guy who had been so nice to me.  Another part loved the control
that I had...the sense of power I felt when his dick was in my mouth.  I
could flick my tongue and make him melt, I could drive him to extremes, to
feelings of rapture.  I had the power.

I also noticed that finally my body was changing, and changing fast.  I
guess that Sleeping Beauty had to have Prince Charming kiss her to wake her
up....I had to suck a dick to get though puberty.

Summer and graduation were fast approaching (this was 8th grade, by the
way) and I was a little sad at the thought that I wouldn't see Darryl
anymore.  We had three days left, and I was looking forward to going over
to Darryl's again after school.  We were walking off the campus when he
told me that he had plans that afternoon.  I tried not to sound too
disappointed.  "Oh yeah, what's up?"  "I've got to go over to the high
school to get in my swimming.  It's the only time they'll let me in the
pool."  I didn't know he was a swimmer.  "What are you, some kind of
fucking mermaid?" I asked.  "Ha ha ha.  No dickhead, that's how I stay in
shape.  I swim at least three times a week."  So, during the course of this
conversation I found out that his Kung Fu master (or whatever they're
called) makes them commit to exercising three times a week for cardio, and
he chooses to do that by swimming.  "Man, the water there is always fucking
freezing.  You can come over and swim at our house if you want," I offered.
"Thanks, but I need to do laps, and backyard pools just don't cut it".

Now, I need to take a break here and describe to you our house and our
pool, because both were very cool.  Our house was one of those California
contemporary homes built in the 60's on the side of a hill.  It had
multiple levels, and those funky features like "conversation pits".  It was
basically three stories, and you entered from the street between the 2nd
and 3rd story.  The bottom level opened up into a small area of flat land
that was almost entirely filled up with a pool.  The pool looked nice, and
actually it looked more like a decorative pool than a swimming pool,
because it was long and narrow.  The guy that originally built the house
was some kind of professional swimmer, and he had the pool built to be a
lap pool.  My parents were some of the lucky people who bought cool real
estate like this in the late 60's before everything got too expensive.

I explained all this to him, and he looked a little skeptical, but agreed
to give it a try.  We stopped at his house so he could pick up his
swimsuit, and headed for his room as usual.  "Can't get high today, gotta
swim", he said, apologetically.  Then he started to change clothes.  He
took off his pants and underwear and turned to grab his suit from his
dresser.  God he had a cute ass....round, small cheeks with dimples on the
sides...all muscle.  He must have felt me looking...he turned around with
that lopsided grin, and I saw that his dick was hard...damn that was fast.
"You could still help me out, though, you know, if you wanted to", he said,
with feigned shyness.  I just smiled as he walked over and laid down on the
bed.  It was our standard routine with one big exception: this would be the
first time I had sucked his dick when I wasn't high.

I took his dick in my mouth and took control, like I had been doing.  I was
really getting good at this, I thought.  I could really make him squirm.  I
loved the way he would put his hands behind his head, surrendering himself
to me completely while giving me a good look at his hairy pits and ripped
arm muscles.  And I would really get into the way he would arch his back
and thrust his hips, trying to fuck my mouth, matching my movements.  He
was really getting into it, and making a little more noise than usual.
Thank God no one was home!  I felt his balls tense up and his dick get
hard..."I'm gonna cum" he cried...and made to push my head off his dick.
This time, I decided, I was going make him cum in my mouth.  I'd never done
that before.  I looked up at him and grabbed his hand and put it on the
back of my head.  I'll never forget the look of raw lust in his eyes and
then he came.  The first shot landed at the back of my throat, and I tried
to swallow but I couldn't get it all down.  The taste was different...not
bad...it could grow on me.  I had my hands on his ass, and I could feel his
entire body trembling and shaking as he came. And came.  And came.  When he
was done, his body relaxed like a wet rag.  We sat there for a few minutes
afterwards, not saying anything.  Then he looked at me: "God, that was
amazing".  Another minute of silence and smiles passed, and he said, "guess
we should get going".  With that, we headed up the hill to my house.