Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2003 16:52:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Arbour <markarbour2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: On the Mark 3

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.


Darryl seemed pretty impressed by our house.  "You must be rich", he said,
and I gave him the same explanation that I gave you last chapter.  There
were lots of rich people at our school, and even in our neighborhood, but
we weren't part of that club.  My mom and Darryl did not hit it off right
away.  Darryl always kept a pack of Marlboros in his pocket, and my mom
hated smoking.  Interestingly enough, I never saw him smoke one; he just
carried the pack around.  As I got to know Darryl, I got to see parts of
him like that, where his tough guy act was just an act.  He wasn't all that
impressed with my mom either: "Fucking June Cleaver."  But he was impressed
by our pool.  He jumped in and started doing laps with a smoothness that I
could only gape at with awe.  He had a perfect stroke (shut up) and his
turns at each end were flawless.

"Hey Mark, why aren't you swimming?"  I told you I hate sports, and the
pool was basically just the place I went to cool off and to try to drown my
sister.  "Nah...I don't swim much."  "Come on, do a few laps with me.  It
will be good for you!"  The moment that I jumped into that pool was one of
the moments that completely transformed my adolesence.  I loved the water,
and I knew how to swim, I just never really thought of it as an exercise
vehicle.  Darryl changed all that.

Throughout the summer, he coached me, encouraged me, bitched at me,
threatened to kick my ass.....and turned me into one hell of a swimmer.
First he'd come over in the early afternoon and we'd swim off and on for an
hour or two.  My body started to really develop, and within about a month,
I was, to use a current term, twinking out.  My mom started to look at
Darryl with more appreciation, and it was really funny to watch him use his
Eddie Haskell routine on her.  It was even funnier to see it work...even my
mom would melt for that lopsided smile.  It wasn't long before Darryl would
come over earlier and have lunch too.

I still sucked his dick pretty much every day, but our relationship was
changing.  When it started, I was sucking his dick as "protection money",
then it became an obligatory favor.  From that point he started asking me
shyly, and by the middle of the summer, he didn't ask at all.  I offered.
We also became closer friends.  We could banter with each other, and share
inner thoughts.  I don't think I had felt that much intimacy with anyone
else before, except maybe Mari.

Our friendship did cause me some problems with my other friends.  There
were a group of 7 of us that lived on our street that had known each other
for almost our whole lives.  My closest friend was Mari.  We were always
there for each other.  Her parents had divorced when she was 11, and I'd
been her shoulder to cry on through all that.  Mari's brother Randy was a
year older than me.  We didn't get along all that well, but we still hung
around with everyone.

Shawn lived 3 houses up the street.  His parents were really rich, and were
always doing shit to their house.  We all kind of expected them to move,
but they just kept adding rooms, or remodeling, or whatever.  Shawn was a
James Dean kind of figure, an enigma.  Good looking, sulky....he liked to
dwell on depressing topics.  His best friend was Harry, who lived across
the street from him.  Harry was Mr. Gregarious, always bouncing around with
a smile on his face.  He was born to be a salesman.  He was the one that
was getting everyone else into trouble, although he could always talk HIS
way out of it.  His sister Jeana was good friends with Mari....she was kind
of a mousy girl, and a total wall flower.

Besides Mari, my next closest friend lived across the street: James VanRyn,
but we all called him Van.  Van was a year older than me, and was pretty
much my idol.  He had perfect, rugged Dutch looks, with blonde hair and a
muscular body that came from doing just about every sport.  Van had
recently taken up Mountain Climbing, but before that it was skiing, and
skateboarding, and even diving.  He was really smart, really popular, and
completely cool.  No one fucked with me in Middle School when Van was
there, and he probably would have killed Aaron Bryce for me if Darryl
hadn't saved me.  We were largely inseperable before, but when he started
high school, we grew apart as he made new friends and I was still coping
with Middle School.  I missed him last year, and was looking forward to
high school when he'd be around.  I was kind of nervous that things
wouldn't be the same.

None of them liked Darryl.  Van was kind of suspicious of him, and almost
seemed jealous of our friendship.  "Man, that Darryl guy is part of the bad
crowd Mark.  You shouldn't be hanging around with him."  When the two of
them were together, they were barely civil...it was uncomfortable.  Mari
blushed like an idiot and tried to flirt, which made me jealous.  Shawn
didn't really like anyone, and neither did Jeana.  Harry was a total snob,
and would never really think of talking to anyone from Darryl's
neighborhood.

So the upshot of this lengthy, boring diatribe, is that my friendship with
Darryl really isolated me from my other friends.  I found that when he
wasn't around, I was just waiting for him to show up....pining away.  He
was in all my thoughts, and he was the undisputed solo star of my jack-off
fantasies.  When he'd talk about girls he was dating, or going to fuck, or
whatever, I'd get almost insanely jealous....I think I did a very good job
of hiding it, but it was really hard.  He never really did seem to date
much, I guess I just assumed that he actually did.  By the beginning of
July, I had fallen totally and hopelessly in love with him.  Our sexual
relationship was completely one-sided: me sucking his dick.  I was pretty
frustrated.

Right before the 4th of July weekend, Darryl came over and brought me a
present.  I was so excited...I had to make myself NOT act like some stupid
teen-age girl getting a promise ring.  I opened up the package and it was a
Speedo bathing suit, like his but red (his was black, of course).  "You're
going to need this when you try out for the swim team."  "I'm not trying
out for the swim team," I responded adamantly.  "Not only are you trying
out, but you're going to make it or I'm going to kick your ass all over
school."  That got him a "you wouldn't dare" look from me.  "Just try it on
and see if it fits....it's time to go swimming anyway."

I went into the bathroom and put it on.  It was weird, but Darryl never saw
me without my clothes on.  The Speedo was pretty snug and didn't leave much
to the imagination.  Lucky for me my dick had been growing too, and I had
gotten pretty thin.  I grudgingly told myself that I looked pretty damn
good in it.  I went out to show Darryl and did a model's pirhouette for
him.  We both started cracking up.  Then he came up and put his fingers
between the front of the suit and my stomach just over each of my legs.
His touch was electric.  He moved his fingers inwards, toward my belly
button, and when they came together, he pulled them out.  My lower stomach
is a major errogenous zone for me.  I immediately got totally hard.  "Good,
it's not too tight in the waste".  He looked down and saw me tenting, gave
me that idiotic grin, and said "looks like it holds everything
in...barely."  Then he ran his hand over my ass and said "Yeah, that works
great.  Let's go swimming."  I was more frustrated than ever.

The next night, Saturday, my parents were going to some party out of town.
I pretended to be sick, so they took my sister and let me stay home.
AWESOME!  I called Darryl and invited him to come over and spend the night.
We had a blast.  We got really high and snuck a few drinks from my parent's
bar.  We were both completely wasted...sitting in the house in our Speedos.
"So Mark, you ever messed around with a girl?", he asked.  "Uh, no..", I
kind of stammered.  I was instantly embarrassed about my total virginity.
"What about you?", I countered.  Good counterattack.  "I've been with my
share.  So when are you gonna find yourself a girl?"  What was I supposed
to say?  "Never, I'm just going to be your bitch"?  I just looked at him.
He kept pushing the issue, and I finally told him "Shit, I wouldn't even
know what to do if I had the chance."  And that was the honest truth.  I'd
never even really kissed a girl.  Actually touching breasts was something I
only got to do in fantasies....it would never really happen.  "Sure you
will, it just comes naturally", he said.

Then I got a brainstorm.  "Why don't you show me what to do?"  "No fucking
way, I'm not going to teach you how to fuck a chick," he said, looking a
little shocked.  "OK fine", I told him, "then if I turn out to be a total
fag it will be all your fault".  "What do you mean?," he asked, looking
really concerned.  I almost started laughing, but I held steady.  "How do
you expect me to get up the confidence to do anything?  The only thing I
know how to do is give head, and that's not much use when I'm trying to
fuck a girl."  He kind of looked at me funny.  "Come on," I said, "I won't
tell anyone.  Help me out here."

I was sitting on a pillow on the floor, and he moved over next to me with
this concerned yet intent expression on his face.  "OK, well the first
thing you have to do is wait for the right moment to kiss her".  "How do I
know when that is?," I asked.  His leg brushed against mine...it was like
electricity.  "OK, I'm going to pretend you're a chick and show you what
I'd do."  I was so excited I was worried that I'd puke or something.

He put his arm around me and looked into my eyes...I was total putty.  He
moved towards me....I closed my eyes, and I felt his lips brush against
mine.  I could smell his breath laced with pot and booze. The sensation
sent a shockwave through my whole body.  I was hard as a rock.  No, make
that a diamond.  Then he gently kissed me.  His lips were firm against
mine.  He was so in control, and I was so in heaven.  I felt his lips
slowly part...they were so firm and strong they were parting my lips open
too.  I resisted a little, not because I didn't want him, but because it
felt like he was prying me open, and I didn't want to surrender to easily.
I felt his tongue dart into my mourht, seeking out my tongue....our mouths
opened wide and our tongues tied.  His left hand was wrapped around my
back, and with his right hand, he started playing with my nipple.  I braced
myself with my left hand, and lifted my right hand to his head, feeling his
soft blonde hair and pulling him closer to me.  I could feel the pre-cum
oozing out of my dick.  God, I thought, he could make me come just kissing
me and playing with my nipple.  My whole body was on fire.

Then he lowered me down and laid on top of me, still kissing me
passionately.  I missed the feel of his hands on my nipple, but soon that
was replaced with the feeling of his nipples on top of mine...his stomach
on top of mine, his hard cock rubbing against mine through our Speedos.
The nylon made the surface slick, and he began to move his hips back and
forth, rubbing his hard cock against mine.  My right nipple was still hard,
and I could feel it poking into his nipple, making his hard to, until they
were both super erect and rubbing against each other.  He took his hands
and placed them on each side of my face, holding me in place as he
assaulted my mouth with his.  I ran my hands down his back, feeling his
muscles, marvelling at how hard his body was.  I loved the feel of his
muscles as they tensed and relaxed with his thrusts.  He broke off our kiss
and moved his mouth to my neck.  First all I could feel was his hot breath,
then his lips, then his tongue as he nuzzled into my neck.  I was moaning
like crazy...I was so glad nobody was home!  I ran my hands down and felt
his ass cheeks tense with every thrust...he moved his mouth along my
neck...I could feel the bridge of his nose tracing my jaw.  I knew I was
getting close.  I wanted this to last, but it was just too intense.  His
mouth hit my Adam's Apple and I felt my dick start to explode.  My whole
body convulsed, I wrapped my legs around him, I hugged him as tight as I
could with my arms, and held on for dear life as my body just exploded in
ecstasy.  It was unbelievable.  After my second shot, I felt his dick start
to throb and his first shot coincided with my third.  It seemed like I came
forever.  Afterwards, he rolled off and lay next to me.  I couldn't move.
Literally.  I tried to move my legs, but they were just tingling.  To this
day, it was one of the top 5 most intense orgasms I've ever had.

After about 20 minutes, he got up and went to the bathroom.  He came out
completely dressed and told me that he needed to go home.  I looked into
his eyes, and he looked so confused and upset.  I didn't argue.  I just
said "See you tomorrow"...he said "See you".  Fuck.  The next morning he
called and said that he had to go out of town with his parents and that
he'd be back next weekend.  I told him to have a good time.  I spent the
rest of the day pretty much crying my eyes out, listening to sad 70's
music.

It was Mari who pulled me out of my maudlin tailspin.  She called me the
next morning and wanted to go do something.  "You know, you're body has
really, uh, changed, and you should get some new clothes" she told me.
"Let's go shopping".  Great I thought.  I'm a total fag.  I'm having
problems with my boyfriend so I'm going to go shopping with my best girl.
But she was right, I did need new clothes.  Plus I had my mom's credit
card.  We went to the mall and I spent a shitload of money. Knowing that my
parents would be hella pissed made it almost more fun.  I got my hair cut,
bought some new pants with monster bell bottoms, and got some of those
shoes with the wavy bottoms that we called "roller coaster shoes", plus
tons of other shit.  Throw on my cool puka shells, and I was the bomb.
John Travolta eat your heart out.

We were walking towards the exit of the mall, heading home, when I ran into
Darryl.  He was there with Derrick Mari did her girl-swoon thing which just
pissed me off more, and I looked at Darryl with daggers in my eyes.  "I
thought you were going out of town?"  I asked, remembering at the end of
the sentence not to sound bitter.  "Yeah, well, we're leaving later on and
I had to pick up a few things," he said kind of sheepishly.  Derrick smiled
at me and seemed genuinely happy to see me.  "Man, you really toned up this
summer.  Looking good."  What was that supposed to mean?  It was just a
compliment, you ass, I told myself.  I was losing perspective here, and
control.  "Thanks man," I stammered.  "Well, we gotta run.  Call me when
you get back in town," I said cavalierly.  Then, just to be a complete ass,
I said to Derrick "Man, you should come over and go swimming some time.
Call me when you get a free day."  He said "Cool, I will", and looked
pretty excited about it.  I looked at Darryl and could see the hurt in his
eyes, and felt guilty and horrible all over again.  We beat a hasty
retreat...I HAD to get out of there.  Mari wanted to know what was wrong,
and I couldn't hide the whole thing from her.  I just told her that we got
in some stupid argument, she wanted to know about what, and I said it was
stupid and I didn't want to talk about it.

My parents got home that evening, and I told my mom what I had bought and
how much money I had spent.  Instead of bitching, she wanted to see
everything, and told me that it was a good idea, because I needed some new
stuff.  I was stunned.  Sometimes I forgot what a good connection that my
mom and I had...she really was always there when I needed her.

For the 4th of July my parents always had a big bar-be-que.  My dad would
bitch about all the work, but my mom liked to entertain, so he did it.  I
just knew to stay out of his way until the guests started arriving.  Pretty
much everyone from our neighborhood came.  All the kids and some of the
dads would swim, and all the adults would drink.  Shawn's mom always got
completely shitfaced at these parties, and she was pretty funny.  Last year
she cornered Van in the hallway and tried to grab his dick.  No wonder
Shawn was such a basket case...I made a mental note to totally avoid her.

I had hatched this diabolical plan to stockpile my own supply of booze.  I
saved a bunch of coke bottles and I hid them in the bathroom downstairs
near the bar.  When no one was looking, I'd grab a bottle and fill them up.
My parents would just think everyone was drinking alot.  I loved (and still
love) rum, which my mom had in the kitchen to make Daiquiris.  So I went up
to the kitchen with a 2 liter bottle and when she went out to the pool I
emptied 3/4 of the bottle of rum into the 2 liter.  I then filled it up
with water.  When I heard my mom coming back in, I "knocked" the bottle of
rum on the floor and it shattered all over, making a hell of a mess.
"Damn.  I'm sorry mom.  I guess I didn't see that there.  Don't walk in
here till I clean this up."  Here I was, the clutzy son, making an honest
mistake, and jumping to clean it up.  "Don't miss any of the glass Mark",
was all she said.  She had no clue, because the rum that was in there made
the room smell like a Caribbean Bar.  Cool.  So I scored lots of booze for
my private stash.

The main "reason" for our bar-be-que was that we had the best view of the
valley from our back yard, and you could see all the fireworks displays.
It was pretty cool....there were usually at least 3-4 shows going on, some
of them at the same time.  I sat next to Mari by the pool, and
instinctively put my arm around her.  Her skin was soft and smooth and
cool...just like silk.  Until that moment, she had always been just my good
friend, but it was like all of a sudden she was this totally hot chick.
She was wearing a bikini that showed off her body perfectly.  She had brown
hair and beautiful blue eyes.  I'm a sucker for blue eyes. She was really
slim, with nice tits...not too big...just about right for a 14 year old
hottie.  I was staring at them when she said "beautiful, aren't they?" and
I thought I was way busted.  But she was talking about the fireworks, and
we both blushed pretty hard.  I was tenting (like I could even control my
dick at that age) and I kept trying to move so she wouldn't notice.  I
think she was trying not to laugh.  After the fireworks, a bunch of people
got up to leave, and there I was, stuck with a raging hard-on, trying to
figure out how to stand up so no one would notice.  I got up, pretended to
stub my toe, and bent over to rub it until the "swelling" went down.  Mari
gave me a funny look...the bitch was just too smart.

Van came up and pulled me aside.  "Man, Shawn's mom just cornered me again.
She totally grabbed my dick and tried to plant a lip-lock on me."  "So what
did you do?" I smirked.  "Fuck you," he said, grinning, "I did what any
normal guy would do.  I let her suck my dick."  "No way, really?", I said.
"No shit-for-brains...God, you are so gullible."  He was so cool, and so
beautiful.  It was funny, when he said that she sucked his dick, I got
really jealous.  Then of course the "normal guy" reference freaked me out.
Here I was, getting hard looking at Mari's tits, and I wanted to suck my
best friends dick, all within about 20 minutes.  That didn't seem very
"normal" to me.

"Hey, I'm going climbing on Wednesday.  Wanna come along?  You're in pretty
good shape now....you should be able to keep up if I go slow" he said, as
he punched my arm.  "Yeah, that sounds great.  Let me OK it with my
parents.  When do you want to leave?"  "Pretty early, about 10..10:30," he
said, which, in teen parlance, is pretty fucking early.  That was pretty
amazing.  Van had never asked me to go on any of his sporting
ventures...and he said I was in pretty good shape.  I was pretty much
beaming with pride.

So I ended up having a fun day, but at night, it was the same story.  I'd
lie in bed, start thinking about Darryl, and jack off remembering our one
intimate encounter.  Then as soon as I came, I'd feel guilty and sad.  Sad
that our friendship that had become so important to me was now in tatters.
Guilty because I felt like it was all my fault, that I had corrupted him.
Then I'd get really pissed...pissed at him.  Pissed because he's the one
who "made" me suck his dick.  Pissed because he "made" me fall in love with
him.  And pissed because he wouldn't return my feelings.  I'd work myself
up into a total rage, usually punching a pillow or breaking something I
didn't like anyway (like old GI Joes).  Once I worked off the rage, I'd cry
myself to sleep.