Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2001 01:11:51 EDT
From: EYEbalzC@aol.com
Subject: mark at the shore

I have a feeling this is kind of long, but I hope you enjoy it.
EYEbalzC@aol.com


This past summer was the same that every other summer had been for the last
seven or eight years.  I would ritualistically sit in traffic on the
expressway every Friday afternoon after work and repeat the process on
Sunday evening back to the city.  This ritual began on Memorial Day weekend
and ended, always too soon, on Labor Day weekend.  My friends and I had
rented a house at the shore for the summer.  From year to year the houses
changed and some of the people came and went, but basically it was the
group of guys and girls, couples, singles, whatever, that enjoyed getting
out of the city on the weekends during the summer and partying down at the
shore.  A normal weekend consisted of getting down there by 8 PM, if you
were lucky, going out to one of the many bars, filled with luscious prime
meat, drinking your face off, and going home with someone new, if you were
lucky.  Saturday you would go to the beach, then go out to the bars again
in the evening and try to surpass the evening you had the night before.
Sunday you would go to the beach and then head home sometime in the
evening.  To sum it all up, it's about partying and sex.

I've definitely did my share of partying down there, and got laid more
times by random chicks that I would care to admit.  But what really got me
going was the guys.  I guess I'm gay, or bisexual or trisexual or what
every classification you give to people that like sex with girls and guys.
I don't classify myself I guess because I don't want to admit to myself
that I'm gay - but I definitely know what turns me on.  Sure, girls turn me
on, but guys do to - and I love being with guys.  I've only been with a few
different guys, generally scary encounters - mostly because I was scared of
what I knew what I wanted and when presented with the opportunity - I felt
more like I want to throw up.  But then when it gets started, and you start
kissing and groping each other and getting so hard your dick can bust
diamonds, your lust takes complete control and next thing you know your
cumming in some guys mouth or he's cumming in yours; and then you realize
you want to do it all over again.  On one occasion, a guy let me fuck him,
and it was like nothing I've ever experienced before.  I knew I wanted to
do it again, but these guys that I got with were looking for the same thing
I was looking for at the time, urgent sexual gratification.  I met up with
a couple of these guys more than once, but no relationship ever blossomed
from it, not that either one of us wanted a relationship, just urgent,
convenient sexual gratification.  So I'm not completely experienced with
guys, but I know what I like and if nothing else I could chalk it up to
experimentation and have some really good whack off memories.

At the end of July I had some time off from my job.  I work for my brother
who is a general contractor and he usually shuts down the business for one
week in the summer.  I went to college for about a year and only
accomplished getting drunk, laid and 1.0 g.p.a.  So I said fuck college,
and went to work for my brother.  It seems to have worked out well for me
so far, even though it's not exactly what I want to do for the rest of my
life.  But it's a good job and it keeps me in shape.  I go to the gym, but
not as often as I'd like to.  I'm 5'-8", 150 lbs.  I have some good
definition, which comes for the grueling work I do.  I've been told by both
girls and guys that I'm attractive (cute actually), and that I have a nice
body, but I feel more comfortable with my clothes on even though I'd rather
be naked all the time.  I'm not very hairy but I do have some on my chest,
which I "groom".  I thought about shaving it and then thought that would be
really bad and nasty looking, so I trim it up with a beezer every now and
then so it doesn't look there is a poodle sitting on my chest.  I think it
works better for me even though I would prefer a smooth chest.  On
occasion, you can find me drooling at a guy with a beautifully defined,
smooth chest.

Taking advantage of the summerhouse, I packed some shit up for the week and
headed down the shore.  The weekend went as it normally did, getting drunk,
trying to bone someone and going to the beach.  The beach it awesome, that
is where I do a majority of my drooling.  The town I go to is the usual
seaside retreat - you got your old people, the families with the whiny kids
and the hot college crowd.  And let me tell you there's plenty of hot
college guys and guys in general.  It's what I guess you would call a
"straight scene" or something like that - nothing like the beaches in
Delaware that I hear about.  But I know for a fact that hidden within all
those straight guys there are a lot of guys just like me - looking for a
hot straight acting guy to have some fun with.  The only problem is, they
are hard to find.  It sure is dark in this closet.

When the weekend finally ended, the majority of the people in our house
left as usual.  Two of my buddies had some vacation time and decided to
stay down a few extra days.  So we kept the weekend spirit going for as
long as we could.  I got way too hammered on Sunday night and was nothing
but a pile a mush on Monday.  But I went to the beach anyway - then we went
to a movie on Monday night - I definitely needed a rest from partying.  On
Tuesday we decided to rent some wave runners - those fast little boat
things that are like motorcycles in the water.  We went late in the early
afternoon - it was like forty bucks for thirty minutes or something like
that.  Before we were allowed to get on the wave runners we were forced to
watch some safety movie that told us how to operate the things and what to
do if a duck or oil tanker got in our way.  After it was over we put on our
floatation, or life jackets and went out on the dock.  There was another
party out ahead of us and they hadn't returned yet.

The party finally arrived, there were about eight wave-runners, but we only
needed three.  Two of the wave-runners were carrying employees of the
rental place - they kind of tag along with you to make sure you don't die
out there or kill someone.  The employees docked first and assisted the
party of five to the dock while we watched.  That was when I noticed the
one employee assisting some over-jovial fat lady trying to get off the
little boat that barley held her.  I think this guy stepped out of a
magazine add for A&F.  He was absolutely beautiful.  His hair was obviously
wet, but it was dark and cut short, not crew cut short but short.  He was
probably about 5'-10", and he had a small silver hoop in each ear.  He was
nicely tanned from being out in the sun all day and he was wearing some
type of wet suit.  It was black and it didn't exactly cling to him, but I
could tell there was one hell of a body under there.  I was trying my best
not to get a hard on in my bathing suit, its wasn't a speedo or anything,
but it's baggy and a hard on in that thing is completely obvious - trust
me, I know.  After he helped everyone off the wave-runners, he went into
the rental shack, while the other guy, who wasn't so bad looking himself,
helped us get on the our designated wave-runners.

After I got on my little boat that other guy that made me feel all funny in
my special place appeared from the shack.  He walked over to us, flashing
us this killer smile, introducing himself to as Mark, and began giving us
some last minute instruction.  I didn't hear a damn thing he said.  While
he was talking he began doing something I wanted and didn't want him to do.
He put his right hand behind his back, fishing for the string that was
attached to the zipper of his wet suit.  With the zipper down, he began to
peel the wet suit off the front of his body.  I was hypnotized, and it all
happened in slow motion.  First his left arm came out, the flap coming
down, to reveal some of his chest and then the right arm came out.  With
that done, the front of the wet suit fell down to his waist revealing the
most perfect, smooth body I had ever seen.  I believe I was drooling at
this point.  He wasn't huge, in fact he was skinny, but he was muscled so
nicely.  Every muscle toned to perfection, not bulky at all, just a
beautiful image of the male anatomy that medical students could study to
learn where all the muscles are placed and how they work.  His was wearing
a silver chain around his neck that went dipped down into the valley
between his pecks.  His nipples were small but hard sitting atop his
hairless slabs of muscle.  His body tapered down to his small, firm waist
and his abs were incredible.  I guess you could describe him as sinewy, as
the muscles just seem to appear with every breath and gesture that he made.
I was happy to be sitting down, as I got the most painful hard on in my
life.

I took every inch of his body in with my eyes and when I finally looked up
from his torso to his head, I noticed he was looking right at me.  I knew I
was busted.  He was still talking and flashed another smile, this time
directly at me.  I quickly looked away but I know my whole head was red at
this point and ready about to burst, as well as the little head in my
pants.  When I tuned back to face him he was directly in front of me and
leaning in - I had no idea what was going on, my head was spinning.  He was
demonstrating the ignition key and the stop button and the throttle I
think, on my wave runner.  While doing this his right hand was placed on
part of the wave-runner while he demonstrated the buttons with his left.
All I noticed was his tanned forearms mapped with veins that went up to his
ample biceps and an amazing triceps that just seeped to pop out of no
where.  I looked at him and his head was practically right in front of mine
- he had to know I was checking him out, either that or he was a complete
moron.  I quickly looked over at Vinnie and Matt (they are my buddies), to
see if they noticed anything.  After all, my friends didn't know that I
liked guys and I didn't feel like telling them right now.  Not that I think
they would mind all that much, I think they would be a little shocked, or
at least I hoped they would be shocked if they found out or I told them.  I
just didn't want them to notice me checking out this fine stud or the
raging boner in my shorts.  They seemed completely oblivious to what was
happening.  And what the fuck was happening anyway?  I was totally checking
out this guy, and he knew it and he didn't seem to mind.  Was he one of
them?  Was he one of me?

"OK guys, that's it.  You got a half an hour, have a good time out there.
Bob will take you out and I be along later to bring you in"

Mark pointed to Bob, the other employee.  Then Mark shoved out Vinnie, then
Matt, and then me.

"Have fun out there, see you in a bit", he said to me as he pushed my
little boat off the dock.  I tried to say something, I don't know what, but
all that came out of my mouth was "aaaa yeah".

We tooled around for a while on the wave-runners and I somehow got Mark off
my mind, must have been the intense speed and taste of salt water in my
mouth.  After our thirty minutes were up I saw Mark with his identifiable
black wet suit zip up to us and begin to round us up.  There was another
party waiting to go out when we got back to the dock.  Mark helped us off
the boats, really just making sure we didn't fall and bang our heads.
Vinnie and Matt were off first and I was last off, I'm sure I
sub-consciencely allowed it to happen that way.

"So how was it?" Mark asked me.

"Aaaaaaa, great.....aaaaa good time."  I stammered.

"All right, take care buddy."  I almost swallowed my tongue as he gave me a
firm pat on the back as I walked away to join my friends.  On our way out I
looked back to have a look at Mark one last time, but he was talking to the
new party.  We spent the rest of the day at the beach and then headed home
to eat and shower.  We played a few mindless drinking games after we got
ready and then headed out to bars around 9:30.

Not surprising, it was very crowded in the town, after all it was the
height of vacation season.  There were some small lines as the more popular
bars and we debated for twenty minutes about which bar we should go to
first.  We agreed to go to a smaller bar first and then hit a few of the
big ones later on.  We were having a great time, meeting some new girls,
potential bonies, if they were willing.  After realizing our potential
bonies weren't willing, we ditched them and went to a more popular bar
around 11:30.  It was packed with people, with women swelling out of their
skipy summer outfits and guys with their tight shirts and gelled hair on
the prowl.  We bellied up to the bar for a while just checking out the
scene.  Vinnie was talking to some girl he knew and then they went to the
dance floor.  After a few minutes we saw them both head out the front door
together.

"Well I guess it's just me and you", Matt said to me.

We left that bar shortly after Vinnie left us and headed to another bar,
where we paid yet another cover charge for a lame cover band.  Matt and I
struck up a conversation with two ladies immediately.  After a while I went
to get the four of us some more drinks at the bar.  I finally made my way
through the crowd and up to the bar and order two beers and two
cosmopolitans.  I surveyed the bar after placing my order and nearly passed
out.  Mark was sitting at the bar drinking a beer and talking to some guys.
I was unaware of my staring until he turned his head just enough to see me.
He saw me, apparently recognized me as he looked me right in the eye.  I
looked away quickly and out of the corner of my eye saw his arm go up and
give me a wave.  Maybe he was waving at someone else.  I ignored the
gesture and waited for the fucking bar tender to bring me my drinks.  I
heard him yell "yo" a couple of times, but again tried to ignore it.  I saw
the bar tender coming towards me with the drinks and figured this would
give me enough time to look Mark's way casually, but quickly, to see and
yes, hope, that he was trying to get my attention, and then to look back at
the bar tender.  Trying to remain very cool in my panicked state.  As I
slowly peered over towards Mark's direction, he was indeed trying to get my
attention.

He yelled, "Yo dude, what's up?"  from across the bar.  I gave flimsy wave
hello.  He gestured for me to come over towards him, but I shrugged my
shoulders and pointed at the drinks the bar tender placed in front of me
and wanted me to pay for.  I paid for the drinks and tried gathering the
beer and the stupid glasses those cosmopolitans come in.  Not an easy feat.
As I was doing this someone nudged me from behind.  I had an almost
immediate erection as I heard him say, "Looks like you need a hand with
that."

Amen, brother!  I looked over my shoulder and actually spoke, "Oh, hey,
you're the dude from the wave-runner place.  I thought I recognized you,
how you doing?"

"Yeah, I'm Mark."  He jammed out his hand for me to shake it.  I put down
the bottles and shook his hand, "Hi, I'm Paul."  The handshake was firm and
it seemed to linger.  I'm sure my hard on was obvious.

"So what's up?  Are you here with your friends from today?"

"Uh, yeah, well one of them anyway, and two people we just met."

"Cool, let me give you a hand with those."  He took the two cosmopolitan
glasses and waited for me to lead the way back over to Matt and the two
girls.  Mark gave the glasses to the girls and I introduced him as the
Mark, wave-runner dude from earlier today.  Matt seemed to not have noticed
him, but the girls gave a flirtatious hello and handshake.  The five of us
talked for a little while about who know what and then Mark told us he was
going back over to his friends.  He placed his hand on the small of my back
and said directly to me, "I'll talk to you later, Paul."  And then he
walked away.

The girls remarked how hot Mark was as he left and that was the last
thought given to him by anyone in my little crew except me.  I had the
overwhelming urge to run home and masturbate.  We continued to get drunk
and talk, and I kept glancing around the bar to see Mark.  I saw him a few
times talking to different people.  My mind was completely removed from the
conversation and fixated on Mark.  I didn't even notice how drunk Sue, on
of the girls that we were talking to, was.  She was swaying back and forth
and looked a little green.  She commented to Heather, the other girl, that
she needs to go home.  One too many cosmopolitans.  Heather told Matt and I
that she was going to take Sue home, and Matt chimed in "Don't worry, we'll
walk with you."  Matt looked at me as if to say "We're going to walk them
home", and I just stood there looking stupid, and said, "Oh, don't worry
about me, I'll be fine here."  As if I was the one that needed assistance.
Matt gave me a questionable look.

"I'm just going to hang out for a while.  It's obvious that Heather and you
are going to hook up and my intended receiver is probably going to wind up
on the bathroom floor.  Go ahead, I'll meet up with you later."

"You sure, dude?"

"Yeah, go ahead."  I stayed my good-byes and watched them go out the door
and wondered what the fuck I was up to.

I headed to the bathroom after they left and took a long overdue squirt,
then headed back out to the bar.  I knew I was looking for Mark, I just
didn't know what I was going to do when I found him.  Probably throw up on
his shoes.  I got another beer and spotted Mark talking to a girl.  I
didn't want to interfere so I just kind of hung out, making myself visible
if he were to look my way.  I was consumed in unknown thoughts when Mark
came up beside me, "Hey Paul, you come here often?"

I looked over at him and said, "Yo Mark!"

It was then that I noticed how good he looked in clothes.  He was wearing a
really tight black shirt, one of those shiny kinds - dance boy shirts as I
call them.  I don't usually go for that but on him it was perfect.  He also
wore some baggy jeans.  He looked really fucking edible.  I looked him up
and down and back at his face and he smiled at me as if reading my
thoughts.  I had enough beer in me at this point not to care too much about
it.  He asked me what happened to the others and I told him.  Then he
leaned in close to my ear and said, "You want to get out of here?"

"Sure, where do you want to go."  Stupid question, anywhere would be fine
dumb ass.

We left the bar and headed up on the boardwalk, which was only one block
up.  We talked a bit, I found out that he had one year left in college and
was living down here for the summer.  We left the boardwalk and walked down
a few different streets.

"So where are we going?" I asked.

"I don't know, how about my place."

"OK", was all I could manage to say.  As we continued to walk he put his
arm around waist and halted our walking.  He turned me towards him and gave
me a small kiss on the lips.  He pulled back and looked at me to make sure
every thing was OK, and then he went in and kissed me again.  I felt his
tongue probe my lips so I opened up and met his tongue with mine.  It
didn't last very long but I nearly came in my shorts.

"I wanted to do that all day", he said to me.

We started to walk again and before I knew it, we were at his house.  He
shared his house with a few other guys, some were at home, and some were at
work.  I asked him if this was a good idea, with other guys around and all.
He told me not to worry about, they knew he was gay, it wasn't a big deal.
All my miniature brain could think was, then they'll know I'm gay to.
Better not to worry about that now with the sizeable matter in my shorts
that needed tending to.  We walked in the house, which was a typical shore
house, not to clean.  Beer cans and pizza boxes everywhere.  There was no
one around at the moment except someone or something sleeping on the couch.

"We could go to my room, it's right down there.  I'm usually the only one
in there and it's got it's own bathroom."  he pointed in the direction I
was to follow.

"Would you like a beer or something?"

"Yeah, beer would be fine."

"Cool, go ahead down, I'll be there in a minute."

I headed down to the room, which was very large.  It one large queen or
king size bed in the middle with an air mattress on the floor.  Mark was
back in a minute with two cold beers in hand.  Even though we had already
kissed and it was almost completely obvious about what was going to happen
here, we had reached an awkward moment, at least for me.  Mark went over
and turned on the radio.  He told me to put on anything I wanted from the
CD collection and excused himself to the bathroom.  I looked over the CD
collection and was pondering what to put on when Mark came up behind me.  I
didn't expect this of course but I did welcome it.  He put both of his
hands on my sides and started to nibble my neck and ear.

"I wanted you so bad today when I saw you."  He said to me.

"I wanted you too."

"I know, you should have seen the look on your face!"

"Was I that obvious?" I asked.

"It was to me, that's why I gave you a little show.  Thought I'd push your
buttons to see what you would do."

"Yeah, I was a complete idiot." I said.

"Well, it was flattering."

Mark was still behind me, and he slowly put his hands up the front of my
shirt, feeling my stomach and chest.  He started grinding his crotch into
my ass and I could feel his hard dick through his jeans on my ass.  He
began to unbutton my shirt and successfully got it off and his one stayed
on my chest while the other hand went down to my shorts, tracing the
outline of my dick with his fingers.  I turned around and stuck my tongue
in his mouth.  He felt my ass as I placed my hands on his shiny black
shirt, letting them fall to his buckle and took the shirt out of his jeans.
He momentarily put his arms up in the air so I could lift the shirt over
his head.  He went in to kiss me again, but I pushed him back a little and
just admired his chest.  I let my hands wander all over his smooth skin,
feeling the muscle beneath it.  "You got a great fucking body" I told him
and he just went in and kissed me again.  He unbuttoned my shorts and let
them fall to the ground, as I clumsily got my shoes off and kicked the
shorts off to the side.  I went to his belt buckle and undid his pants and
watched them fall to the ground.  He staggered back on to the bed to take
his shoes off and then his jeans.  As he was sitting on the bed I pushed
him back on the bed and lay down on top of him, kissing him.  We were still
both in our underwear and I could feel his hardness next to mine as I
ground into him.  He told me to stand up and I did as he just sat on the
edge of the bed and looked up at me.  He ran his hands up and down my torso
and legs and then to the tent in my boxer briefs.  He slowly undid the
buttons that were there and pulled out my cock.  My dick is no national
treasure or anything, but it's not bad, I like it.  He just sat there
looking at as if wondering what to do with it and was slowly stoking it.
There was already a heaping amount of pre-cum spilling out of it onto his
hands, providing and awesome lube.  And then he slowly began to lick the
head of it and then the shaft.  He looked up at me as if for approval,
which he didn't have to do, then he put my dick in his mouth.  Not the
whole thing at first, just a little at a time.  And then he took his hand
out of the way and went all the way to the base.

At this point I was in pure ecstasy, watching this beautiful guy take my
dick into his mouth.  I had to concentrate not to come to quickly, even
after all the beer I drank.  It was without a doubt, the best head I ever
had.  He stopped after a few minutes and stood up in front me.  I kissed
him as he continued to jerk my dick.  I reached down to grab his dick
through his boxer briefs, which were almost identical to mine, and he
pulled my hand away.  He undid the little buttons on his underwear.  With
one hand he separated the little slit in his underwear and with the other,
my dick still in his hand, he began to insert my dick into his underwear
slit as he drew us closer together.  I kind of laughed at this and he
smiled back at me.  After getting as much of my dick in his underwear as he
could he jammed his hand down there and adjusted his dick and mine so they
were both facing north, rubbing up and down against each other.  It was
weird but it felt good, something I had never considered doing before, and
with all our pre-cum and saliva, it was nice and slippery.  We stood there
humping each other like that for a while kissing and feeling each other,
his arms around me and mine around him.  We took tiny steps over to the bed
and I lay down on top of him, my dick still in his underwear.  I ground
into him for a while until we rolled over and he was on top of me.  He
placed his arms on either side of me and our dicks slid up and down each
other's while he pumped.  I took this opportunity to further explore his
body, which now had a tiny sheen of sweet on it.  All his muscles were
flexed and felt his strong arms, sides, back and chest.  One of his pumps
got the better of him and my cock came free of his underwear.  He let out a
small moan and said "fuck it".  He sat on my legs and fished his cock out
of his underwear.  He took both of our cocks in his hand and started
jerking us both off at the same time.

"Let me suck your cock."  I said to him.

"You want it.  You want to suck my cock."

"Yes, I want to suck your fucking cock."  I told him.

He inched his way up me and sat on my chest.  Then he very teasingly rubbed
the head on my lips and pulled back.  He did it again and again.  But each
time, he put little more of his cock into my mouth.  He was moaning with
pleasure as his pumped his cock in and out of my mouth.  It was a pretty
big cock in my opinion, I would have to say about seven and a half inches,
which was an inch bigger than I was.  But I tried my best to get the whole
thing in there.  But I never did.  We somehow managed to get his underwear
off while I was blowing him in this position.

"Dude, I need to suck your cock."  He told me.

He removed his dick from my mouth and lay down on top of me.  He kissed ,
me and then made his way down my body, licking me the entire way.  He
pulled down the waistband of my underwear on his way down to my feet.  Then
he licked his way up my legs and put those luscious lips around my cock
again.  He wasn't sucking me very long when I was about to cum, but he
stopped, laid down on top of me and ground his dick into my again,
screaming, "Fuck, I'm goin' to cum...I'm fucking cumming!"

He leaned down and kissed me as he pumped his cock into mine, he let forth
several jets of cum.  It was mostly concentrated on my cock and stomach,
but some got up as far as our chests.  He lifted his pelvis up and pumped
out the remaining cum out of his cock onto my cock with his hand.  And then
he did something that totally astounded me.  With my cock still covered in
his cum, he went down and sucked me off until I came into his mouth.  It
was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had.  He took my entire load
into his mouth.  I was left there, panting, trying to figure out what had
just happened, and wanting it to happen again.

He lay down next to me and kissed me deeply.

"That was fantastic.  Are you going to stick around for another round?" He
asked.

"Absolutely!"  I told him.

"You know what I like almost as much as having a cock in my mouth?"

"What's that?"

"Having it my ass."  He laughed and I laughed with him.

"Let's go take a shower."  He said as he pulled me up from the bed and we
headed to the bathroom.  All I could think of was this was going to be a
very good night.