Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2017 15:29:38 -0500
From: Leather Dude <bklynleatherdude@gmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Mark Morrow - Part 1

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Sex Explorations with Mark Morrow - Part 1, Prom Night

When I was in high school, I got thrown out of my all-boys Catholic high
school after first semester Freshman year (a story for another time) and
transferred to the local public high school. I knew I was totally gay by
then and had been pretty successful at getting the other boy my age to
explore the ways two guys could get off and give each other some relief by
the end of middle school - what can I say, puberty hit me young and I was
led around by my libido starting in 6th grade. Before high school even
started I pretty much mastered the art of pretending "I'd never done
anything like this before" which somehow made it okay for the straight guys
who were either curious or just wanted to get off to trade hand-jobs or
blowjobs. And a couple of those guys ended up being suck or fuck buds for
years. I had settled into the routine of getting a call randomly from one
of the guys I'd messed around with and meeting them on the DL to suck them
off, one of them I'd even gotten to fuck me a few times, but mostly, it was
one-sided and I'd usually have to get myself off. I'd resigned myself to
this scenario and was fine with it - I was getting the cock and cum I
craved, and my buds got off and didn't go ahead telling everyone what a
total cum slut I was - everyone was happy.

Public high school was different for me. First off, even though I'd lived
in the community my whole life, I didn't know the public school kids - only
the ones I went to Catholic school with. And going from a school of 400 to
one of 2,500 is a big shock and rather intimidating. And it was the late
80's, so being outwardly gay in the Midwest at that age was not really
possible yet, which meant I spent my high school years dating girls and not
having sex with them while I fantasized about the guys I was secretly
crushing on.

But that whole paradigm shifted when I met Mark Morrow. He was a friend of
my girlfriend senior year - they both went to the high school in the
neighboring suburb. We lived in a college town, so we often went to the
cool bohemian coffee house on campus to drink hot coffee in the steamy
place with all the cool campus kids.

Anyway, one Friday night Julie and I went to the coffeehouse and it was
packed, but she spotted Mark from her school, who was at a four top with
just his girlfriend. So Julie introduced me and we joined them at the
table. I was taken by Mark immediately, he was a bit shorter than me (about
5'6") but had these ice blue eyes like wolf and jet black spiky hair, but
most importantly when he spoke, he commanded everyone's attention. He was
very smart, and somewhat artistic painting and drawing. By the end of the
evening, we'd exchanged numbers and started to hang out very soon after. We
ended up triple dating to prom at my girlfriend's high school with Mark and
his girlfriend and another couple. We stayed overnight at one of the girl's
parent's houses - all six of us in sleeping bags on the floor of the living
room. I worked it so I was next to Mark. He was putting out some sexual
energy in my direction and I took the unusual circumstance to my advantage,
rolling over in my sleep so we were touching - though still in our sleeping
bags. Eventually at about 3am, everyone else was finally asleep and we got
our hands inside each other's sleeping bags and fondled each other's very
hard, leaking teen cocks. I was the first to reach inside his shorts and
stroke his naked cock. It was thick like mine and hard as steel and I
desperately wanted to get him off.

Mark was a devious Scorpio type, so he loved that we were doing this
naughty deed with our respective girlfriends sleeping next to us. He
followed my lead and soon we were both stroking each other with the pre-cum
leaking from our dicks like faucets. So much so it started to get noisy. I
started to hold his cock firm in my grip and circle my thumb around his
crown alternately moving it back and forth over the slit. I leaned over and
touched his lips to mine and the electricity in that moment sparked his
orgasm and he blew all over my hand, somehow stifling himself to be silent
as he shook all over. That was it for me, too, and I blew my load in my
sleeping bag making quite a mess of myself.

 We turn turns quietly going to the bathroom to clean up best we could.

In the morning, we both acted normal as if nothing happened. Mark didn't
drive so I offered to give him a lift home as it was on my way . Once we
were finally alone, he said "That was really naughty of us to do what we
did last night," and I was crestfallen thinking he was mad and I'd ruined a
budding friendship. But then he added, "now I want to do it again -without
the sleeping bags though."

My cock went immediately rock hard in my pants and he reached for it and
gave it a squeeze. "It's Sunday morning and my family will all be at church
and then going to see my grandmother. I got out of it because of prom. So
nobody's home if you want to come in for a bit."

The minute we got to his room, he shut and locked the door and turned to
look at me, standing in the middle of his room, punk rock bedhead and
disheveled from the sleepover.

"Strip for me. Slowly. I want to see you naked," Mark said. And he sat on
his bed as I unlaced and kicked off my black combat boots and started to
unbutton my shirt. Slowly, one button at a time. I could see his bulge
protruding rather obscenely from the black satin pants he had on (it was
the 80's). I moved towards him and felt his bulge through his pants. He
clearly was going commando and I could make out the outlines of his veiny
cock perfectly through the silky fabric.

Mark reached up and unsnapped the top button of my pants. "Show me that
cock," be demanded in his sexiest voice. I let my pants fall to the floor
and stepped out of them. I peeled my underwear down next, letting them
puddle on the floor and stepped out of them moving closer to Mark at the
same time, my throbbing cock was practically purple and starting to
drip. Mark reached for it, now sitting on his bed, and leaned in to take it
in his mouth.

This was new, usually I was the one that made that move, so I was really
turned on as Mark seemed to want to suck my cock instead of the other guys
I'd fooled around with that only sucked mine because I had sucked them
first. And he was good at it, too. No teeth scraping and he swallowed it
nearly to the root of it's full, fat 6" in one go. I pulled back a little
then pushed in until we established a rhythm of sorts. He was smooth, no
gagging at all and he was taking it like a champ. My dick isn't so long,
but it's wide - so it makes a lot of guys gag when it hits the back of
their mouth.

Finally, I pulled out because I was getting too close and I wanted to get
his dick in my mouth in the worst way. I pushed him back on his bed and
undid his pants and slid them down taking his briefs with them. His cock
was hard and dripping like mine, about the same size but just slightly less
thick and with a more pronounced mushroom head. I leaned down to swirl my
tongue around that big, slick head and taste his precum. I must have moaned
as I licked up his juice and he sighed and said, "When I went to clean up
last night, I licked all your cum off my hand. I liked it. Seems like you
like the taste of mine, too."

I pulled off and looked up at him, giving me a sexy grin as I swiped the
fat, spongy head of his cock with my tongue.

"Have you ever eaten cum before last night?" I asked him.

"I always eat my cum when I jerk off, I'm a little freaky like that. But
now I'm going to get to try yours."

"But have you ever had another guy's cum in your mouth, or was that the
first time?" I pressed again.

"Well, I had this friend Travis that moved away last year. We'd fooled
around before, more than once, so I can't say this is my first time with a
guy. I hope that doesn't bother you," Mark admitted, still holding eye
contact and not shying away.

"Not at all, actually, I'm so happy to hear that. It's not my first time
either, but this might be the first time I've enjoyed it this much," I
added as I sunk his still-throbbing cock back in my mouth, pushing his fat
corona through my throat and taking him in until his bush was in my face. I
worked it back and forth like that for a few minutes, deep throating
without gagging - using my experience to full advantage.

Pushing my head up out of his lap he breathed "if you don't stop, I'm gonna
burst. Let me do you again." Which again was unfamiliar but beautiful music
to my ears, so I relented, let his cock pull out of my mouth and flopped
over onto his bed. Mark rolled into position on all fours and started to
lick my freshly shaved balls (I love keeping my balls smooth - been shaving
them since I was 12 or 13). "I love your smooth balls Tom, they're big and
sexy," before swallowing one into his mouth and polishing it for me. Most
guys can't get both my balls in his mouth without it being a little painful
for me, but Mark certainly could. I'm sensitive there, so I was writhing
and squirming around as he pleased my nads and licked the upper part of my
taint, making me think he was going to try and fuck me next. But he went
back to work on my cock, almost deep-throating me but not quite. He started
working a finger down to tap on my butthole and I nearly shot without
warning. I had been fucked before by my buddy Carl, and I was really
beginning to like getting fucked. Not fucked hard, but I'd learned that a
smooth fucking really worked my prostate and made me blow the biggest loads
ever. I would have let him do it, too, but he wasn't going their just yet.

I was so close to cumming and I knew he was, too. My other fuck bud Carl
and I had on a couple of occasions cum together while 69'ing, so I moved
into position to resume work on his dripping cock, while he continued
showing me a few of his own sucking skills - swirling his tongue around the
underside of the head, really driving me to the edge. I focused on licking
up those juices on his knob and then suck it balls deep into my face again
and again, popping his head in and out of my throat - that sweet torture.

His balls were drawing up and mine were as well. Then Mark poked his index
finger, wet with something, up into my hole and I shot off like a roman
candle - volley after volley, making him swallow hard and fast. He stifled
a couple small gags, which was impressive because I was really giving him a
load. He started to buck into my face and I pulled back a little so I would
taste his spunk and was rewarded with a creamy load, a bit salty but not
too sour. I swallowed and took all he could give me without missing a drop.

When he stopped filling my mouth with his jizz, he pulled off my spent
cock, swung around so we were face to face and went for a deep French
kiss. Again, I'd wished for this with the other guys, but this was new for
me. We had a messy open-mouth kiss and I realized he was searching for a
taste of his cum in my mouth, so I did the same. It was hot as fuck. Our
boners didn't deflate in the least (to be 17 again...).

We broke the kiss and panted for a minute coming down for the intense
orgasm we'd shared with each other.

"We are definitely doing this again," he said to me in his sexy baritone
voice. "But right now, we need to get it together because it probably would
be bad if my parents came home to find us blowing each other in my room,"
which was obviously true and a real possibility.

So we righted ourselves, me putting my clothes back on and him getting
ready to hop in the shower.

"I better get going. I'd rather not meet your family with your cum on my
breathe - no offense," i said with a bit of a laugh.

"My parents are cool - but probably not that cool," he quipped, "But lets
plan to hang out next weekend? Maybe see a flick, you could crash here?
Sound like a plan" Mark asked, a hopeful air in his voice.

"If that means we can do this again, then definitely. But maybe you come to
my house, I have the whole basement to myself."

That encounter led to about two years of constant sucking, fucking, some
light bondage exploration, even a little piss play - though we both quickly
decided that wasn't our thing. Eventually, in our sophomore year of college
at OSU, he started dating this girl "so his parents wouldn't think
something was up." I thought nothing of it - she went to school in
Pittsburg with a high school buddy of his and they saw each other pretty
rarely. Our sex was still good, and often, as he spent several night a week
in my bed at my apartment as he still lived at home. Then one day he just
broke it off, telling me he was going to marry his girlfriend. I was
devastated, but I was a groomsman in his wedding. He came to my hotel room
on the eve of his wedding, but that's a story in itself - since I had his
best man's cock balls deep in my ass when he came to the door.