Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 11:30:05 -0800
From: Mark Pennington <mr_mark37@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark and Chuck, part 1 of 2

Yet another story from my feeble mind. As always, if you're too young to be
reading this sort of thing, what the hell are you doing here?
This story is a true story. Only certain details are changed to make it flow
better.


25 years gives a guy a lot of perspective. 25 or so years ago, I didn't
consider myself anything other than totally heterosexual. I'd had a couple
of girlfriends with whom I'd gotten to 2nd or 3rd base. I enjoyed those
make-out sessions and did everything I could think of to repeat them.
I had thought about guys sexually. There were a couple of guys at my high
school who were thought to be gay. Occasionally, I'd think about what it
would be like to get a blow job from one of them. However, my fantasies
would soon turn to whichever girl I was attempting to charm into the
backseat at the drive-in.
I generally walked to and from school. It was only about 3 miles and I
needed the exercise. However, when it rained, as it often did, I was forced
to take the bus.
I seldom rode the school bus. Doing so usually meant a fight of some kind or
another. Instead I would fork out the 25 cents and ride the city bus.
Besides, it stopped right at my corner.
One afternoon, I was on the bus when Chuck got on. I knew him only
marginally; he kept to himself a lot and had a reputation of getting in
trouble a lot.
The bus wasn't very crowded but he went all the way to the back and sat down
next to me like I was his best friend.
As he sat down, he spread his large raincoat over his lap and greeted me
casually. Then he asked me if I was "getting any."
I laughed and told him, "I wish!"
He looked me in the eye and asked me if I'd ever thought about doing it with
a guy.
My heart started pounding, and my throat was dry. I knew that all I had to
do was shake my head "no" and he would leave me alone. I was a lot bigger
than him; he wouldn't want to risk getting in a fight or anything.
Instead, I nodded. He arranged his raincoat so that it covered both our
laps. Nobody could see our laps behind the seat in front of us, but he was
being careful. Then Chuck's hand crept over into my lap and found my rapidly
hardening dick. He stroked it through my jeans, driving me crazy with lust.
"I like to be touched too." Chuck said softly.
I reached out hesitantly. It was one thing to my mind to be touched by
another guy. It was quite another thing to touch him. However, fair was
fair, so I reached out to massage his growing bulge. I must have done
something right as he moaned softly.
After a couple minutes of this, Chuck called a halt to our activities.
"The bus driver is starting to look at us, Mark. We'd better get off the bus
and find someplace a little more private."
I was so horny at that point that I'd have agreed to strip naked there on
the bus! We exited the bus about a mile before my stop and ducked into a
service station bathroom. We locked the door and I leaned against it as
Chuck started kissing me.
It felt weird, at first, being kissed by a guy but Chuck was a great kisser
and his lips were very soft. There was no trace of stubble to break the
spell either.
When he tongue entered my mouth, I put my arms around him instinctually. Our
crotches rubbed together as we french-kissed there in the men's room.
With one hand, Chuck undid my belt and pushed my pants and briefs down
around my ankles. Looking down, he saw my hard cock pointing up at him. He
smiled at me and sank to his knees.
"I've just got to suck this beauty. But try to tell me if you're going to
shoot. I don't really like the taste of cum that much."
I promised I would warn him.
I then felt the most wonderful sensation I'd ever felt in my life. Wet
warmth engulfed my cock. Chuck took my cock down to the very base in one
move. I felt the head poking down his throat.
He used his lips, tongue and teeth to bring me close to orgasm a couple of
times. At last, I warned him that I couldn't hold it any longer. Chuck
released my cock from his mouth, grabbed it with one hand and my balls with
the other and started rapidly jerking me off.
I came quickly, spraying the opposite wall of the restroom with my seed.
Noticing I was still hard, Chuck started to pump my cock into his hand and
then smeared the cum all over my cock.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I don't have any lube and I want you to fuck me!" Chuck answered.
Just then, there was a pounding on the door and a loud voice,
"You kids put out them cigarettes and let someone else use the bathroom!
Hurry up or I'll call the cops.!"
Chuck and I quickly leaned up and he lit a cigarette so that the place would
at least smell like smoke. As I unlocked the door, he threw the cigarette
into the urinal.
The service station attendant was standing at the door. "You kids find
someplace else to smoke next time. Get a move on!"
Chuck and I scurried out. His house was a ways from mine so he waited for
the next bus while I ran home.
That evening, he called me on the phone. I knew I had to be careful since my
father was home by then and he'd probably kill me if he knew I'd had sex
with a guy.
"So, did you enjoy what we did?" Chuck asked.
"Sure I did. How about you?" I answered.
"I did but I like it better when my dick gets some attention." Chuck said.
"Sorry about that. I'll try to make sure of that next time." I said.
"Next time, huh? I hope it's soon. I can't wait to have your big cock in my
mouth again!"
Just before he said that, I heard a click on the line. My dad had picked up
the other phone. I hung up on Chuck and got ready to run.
I waited 5 minutes, 10. No sign of my dad. Maybe I had imagined the click on
the line. Maybe he hadn't heard what Chuck said. Finally, 15 minutes later,
I was walking to my room when the old man came out of nowhere. His fist
slammed into my head so hard I couldn't see.
"Fag! Queer! Homo!" Each word was punctuated by a kick or a blow. I assume
there were more hits than that, but I lost consciousness.
My mom told me years later that she had broken a chair over dad's head. It
didn't knock him out but it made him woozy and passive. She was able to call
and ambulance for me. The ambulance driver called the police.
Dad ended up in the drunk tank for the night. Never had any other charges
pressed against him. He thinks I fell down the stairs and broke the chair
when I landed on it. He gave no indication that he remembered my call from
Chuck.
Once I was out of the hospital, I tried to get in touch with Chuck. But he
was off in juvenile detention again, this time for several months. Turns out
he had stolen a car and wrapped it around a tree. He might have gotten a
lighter penalty, but it was a police car.
Shortly after that, I went into the Navy. I wanted to get the hell out of my
old town and away from the old man. The Navy seemed like a good bet for
that. I figured I'd never see Chuck again because I wasn't going to go back
home.
Turns out I was wrong on both counts. But that's the NEXT story.