Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2002 14:20:11 EDT
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: Enjoying Mark

You may have read some of my stories on Nifty. In all my stories, the bottom
is Mark because that's my real name. The principal top is always Jack because
he was my first guy. I get a lot of mail about my stories, and some of the
guys have asked me if I am a bottom in real life as well as in stories. The
answer is always yes, as that's the truth. Another question is about my first
gay experience. I've told a lot of guys about it, and decided that maybe
others would like to hear about it. So here it is, as best can I remember
after 7 years.

Enjoying Mark, Part 1
By: botpuppy@aol.com


I was 16 at the time, a senior in an all boys' high school. I had been
feeling attracted to other boys for a while, and Jack was usually the object
of my secret lust, not to mention my jerk off fantasies. He would have me on
my knees, telling me exactly the way I should suck his cock and lick his
balls. But the closest I had ever come to having sex with another guy was
looking at some pictures in an old porn magazine I found in the trash.

I hated the days we had to take gym. I was always so shy about stripping
while we changed into our gym shorts and shirts. I was a late bloomer, and I
wasn't nearly as well developed as some of the other boys. Although I dreaded
the thought of stripping, I found myself being aroused by the sight of all
the naked bodies and cocks, especially the guys with hairy armpits and pubic
bushes. Even the smells in the locker room turned me on.

I would always tried to maneuver myself into a position to be able to see
Jack's cock, but it seemed that he always had his back to me when he was
naked. He was muscular, from playing on all the sports team. Nice chest and
bulging biceps but not a freak. I felt my dick stir in my gym shorts when he
toweled his hair dry after the showers, and I could see the hairs in his
armpits. I don't know why but even today, I find a guy's pits to be a major
turn on. He hardly ever noticed me and I figured that my fascination with him
was my dirty little secret. He was always wisecracking with the group of
jocks he hung out with.

One day, I was feeling especially horny and brave. I caught up with him in
the corridor as we were changing classes, and said hi. He was surprised that
I spoke to him, but he smiled, and said, hey kid, how you doin', almost as if
I were an old friend. This put me at ease, and I decided to go for it. "Jack,
can I ask you a question?" "Sure kid, shoot." Now I realized the consequences
of what I was planning to ask him. When he found out that I wanted to suck
his dick, there was no way of knowing how he would react.

I hesitated but kept pace with him as he walked toward the next class, took a
deep breath and whispered, "Can I suck your dick, Jack?" He stopped in his
tracks and stood in the corridor as the other students chatted noisily on the
way to their next classes. "Dude, did I hear you right? Say that again." Now
I realized that I had turned beet red. I glanced around nervously, afraid
that the other guys would hear me, but I managed to get the words out a
second time.

He didn't say anything for a while, and I was really worried. He might be
thinking of kicking the shit out of me, and he could do that without even
working up a sweat. "Your name is Mark, right?" I nodded a yes. "And you want
to suck my dick, right?" And I nodded again, afraid to look directly at him.
Instead my eyes were on his crotch, and I saw that it was visibly outlined in
his jeans. Was he getting hard or was it my imagination? After what seemed
like a lifetime he told me to follow him, and walked into a boy's washroom.

Now I felt a sense of panic. I still wanted him, but if we got caught in
there, it wouldn't be pretty, especially for me. The room was deserted, and
he reached a hand into his jeans, pulling out after a minute, and showing me
two fingers with a few drops of a clear sticky liquid that I recognized as
precum. So, he did develop an erection while we had been talking, and I felt
relieved. He rubbed the stuff on my nostrils and upper lip, and the smell
really turned me on. "Ok, Mark you're on, meet me in the old gym after last
class", then turned and hurried off.

I was in a daze for the last period, at the same time looking forward to
fulfilling my fantasy and dreading the thought of actually taking his dick
into my mouth. Guys like him would surely want to shoot his load in my mouth,
I just knew it, and although I wanted to feel his hard cock and taste it, the
thought of taking another guy's load down was grossing me out. I could smell
him with every breath, ever so faintly, but unmistakably the smell of sex.

Also, although he had agreed, that didn't mean that he would keep quiet about
it. 16 year old boys usually have sex on their minds, and I knew from their
locker room banter that they weren't shy about telling how they had got a
girl to suck their dicks, or how hot this girl's nipples felt and tasted.
Jack was always in those conversations but somehow just a bit removed. I
realized later that he had a more mature attitude, acting amused at the boy's
post adolescent preoccupation with sex.

As the bell announced the end of the last class, I was filled with
apprehension about going through with it. This would label me as a
cocksucker, a faggot, all the other derogatory terms that kids used to
describe gay people. But even as I played these thoughts over and over in my
mind, I walked to the old gym. It had been padlocked for years, but the lock
had been pried loose and kids went in there all the time to sneak smokes. It
was deserted and dark, with just a trickle of weak sunlight entering the
dirty windows.

I sat on one of the wooden bleacher benches, and let my eyes adjust to the
darkness, but I didn't see any sign of Jack. The wait was pure torture as my
fear mounted. But each time I thought of leaving, Jack's scent got to me
again. My dick was semi- erect, and I had broken out in a cold sweat. My
mouth was dry, and my breathing shallow. Finally, the door opened and he
appeared. He spotted me, calling, over here, Mark, and walked behind the
bleachers.

I followed him there and stood in front of him. "Don't just stand there,
dude", and he used his hands on my shoulders to ease me down on my knees.
Despite myself, I knelt there with his crotch in my face. "C'mon dude, you
wanna suck my dick, unzip me, I don't have all day." My hands trembled as I
unsnapped his jeans and lowered his zipper, easing his jeans down to get a
better view. He wore white briefs, which had a damp yellow spot no doubt left
after he had pissed.

He must have grown impatient with me, and he hooked his thumbs into the
waistband and lowered them, and I gasped as his fully erect dick stood out
straight from his body. It was maybe 7 inches or so, and seemed huge to me,
with a big cut head. A few drops of that same clear sticky pre- cum at the
piss slit. I knelt there like a scared deer caught in the headlights. He
looked down at me, a puzzled look on his face, then seemed to figure out the
situation.

"You have never done this before, huh, kid?" Afraid to try to speak, I shook
my head no. His face brightened into a grin, "that's OK, kid, just watch your
teeth, I'll show you what I want." With that he took his dick in hand and
began to rub his cockhead on my lips, refreshing the same sex smell he had
treated to me to earlier. I knew enough to open my lips and began to suck on
the head of his cock, as if it were a reflex action. His dick felt good in my
mouth, hard but spongy and I loved the salty taste of the dry sweat. I looked
up at him from my kneeling position and figured I was doing Ok from the
expression on his face.

After a while of this, he began bucking with his hips. "Open up, Mark, let me
in", and took my head in his hands as he increased the speed and depth of his
penetration. My eyes began to tear up and I gagged when the head of his cock
hit at the opening to my throat. It was getting uncomfortable for me but by
now, Jack was lost in his own pleasure and seemed not to even notice. My own
dick had been halfway erect ever since we had gone into the bathroom, but now
I had a raging boner. I wanted to take out my dick and stroke it, but it was
all I could do to hold my position as he continued to slam his prick in and
out.

Then came the part that I will never forget. He stopped his fucking motions
and sunk his cock deep into me, right up against my tonsils. He paused
without moving and then began slowly rotating his hips which made his cock
move in little circles around the entrance to my throat. Without so much as
rubbing it, my dick erupted in my pants. My whole body went limp. I had
jerked off lots of times, but had never experienced such a complete orgasm. I
had to grab hold of his thighs to steady myself, I felt so weak.

He just held his position and then resumed his humping motions. Shortly after
that, his body began to heave and he began to shoot spurts of his cum into my
mouth. Even though I had been drained, my dick was still hard, and now it was
aching. Never letting go of my head, he sunk his cock back down into my
throat, and I felt myself swallowing his thick salty cum load. Finally he
released his grip and made to step away from me, but I still clung to him for
support.

"Dude, are you OK, what's the matter with you?" and he eased away from me. I
sat back on the floor, holding myself up by my elbows. "I uh, oh Jack",
looking up at him with his cock glistening with the remains of his cum and my
saliva. He looked down at me and grinned, "Yeah, I see your problem, Mark,
fuck, do you always go weak after you cum?"

I had purposely left my briefs in the drawer as I dressed for school,
thinking that if I got lucky with Jack, I wanted to be able to get at my dick
easily. Now the crotch of my chinos was wet with my own load.

"C'mon dude, let's get out of here. I'll give a ride home so the guys on the
bus won't see you. Some of them are already speculating that you're gay and
have the hots for me. Won't be good to be the class faggot, kid." I was
shocked that my attention to Jack had been so obvious, but right then I was
so anxious to get out of my cum stained pants, that I just followed him to
his car, trying to use his body as a shield from any casual passerby's eyes.

I jumped in his car, relieved to be out of sight. "You did good, kid,
considering that was the first time you sucked cock, or was it?" I was
finally able to speak, and I reassured him that it was my first time ever.
"It was a first for me too, with a guy anyway, but it sure as fuck won't be
the last. Glad to see you enjoyed yourself, too kid, that makes it special."
I felt my face redden as my sticky crotch reminded me of just how much I had
enjoyed it. "From now on though, you better wear your briefs to school, I'm
counting on treating your pretty lips to a lot more of my cock, and cum
stains are a bitch to clean up."

He dropped me off at my house, telling me that he would want me again
tomorrow. "And dude, try to not be so obvious when the guys are around, I
don't know about you, but I'd rather this be our little secret."


And did he ever treat me to lots more of his cock, but that's another story.
If you enjoyed this, drop me a line.