My memoirs – part 4: Mark [MM]

This is part 4, the other parts are in my post history.

I was originally going to publish my memoirs as a book, but then I when I thought about it I came to the conclusion that no one would actually pay for what is essentially porn in prose form. So here you go for free! These stories are (mostly) true, I’ve changed the names, locations, and other personal details to protect the innocent.

I’m bisexual, so there’s MM and MMM and MF and some other permutations in my past. Please let me know if you enjoy and I’ll post the rest.

# Mark

Things between Mark, Nick, and I went from a hundred miles an hour to zero almost instantly. Nick’s father was a teacher and had the summer off every year. They typically spent the first month of the summer in Vancouver. This year was no exception.

As for Mark, I don’t know what happened at his house but out of the blue one of his parents was always home during the day. I assume it had something to do with his drug-dealing twin brother, but I didn’t ask.

Mark stopped inviting me over to swim, and for a while the only time I saw him was as part of the big group of friends that hung out at the park. Our only interaction was sitting on the grass, passing the time.

Mark and I would chat just as before, and I didn’t feel the slightest indication that anything had changed between us. From him, at least.

About a week after the events in the change room, events conspired to leave me with the house all to myself. When I realized that this was a perfect opportunity to get Mark alone for a while, I called his house. His mom told me he wasn’t there, so I headed out to the park.

Sure enough, Mark was there in the group of kids. We noticed each other right away. I sat next to him and we chatted for a bit.

“Want to go do something,” I said.

“Yeah sure.”

We got up, and started walking.

“There’s no one home at my place right now.”

He looked at me, eyes lit up.

“Let’s go.”

I have always had really low self-esteem, and that extended to all aspects of my life. I typically didn’t like to have friends over to my place because while we lived in a nice neighborhood and had a typical middle-class house, I couldn’t really handle the idea of having others judge my living conditions, good or bad.

That meant that Mark had only ever been to my house a handful of times, and when we got to my place I just quickly ushered him to my room.

“So no one’s here?”

“Yeah, no one is coming home until dinner time.”

My room was a typical teenage guy’s room – Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin posters on the wall, a stereo and record collection in one corner, a small desk in another, a single mattress sitting on a bare box spring. Clothes strewn everywhere.

Mark’s room at his house was nearly identical, and he had no reaction to the state of mine. He just turned and sat on my bed.

I popped a cassette in the stereo, pressed play, and turned around. Mark was reclining on my bed, propped up on his elbow, watching me.

The outline of his hard cock was prominent under the loose fabric of his shorts. My cock tingled and sprung to life as I sat on the bed next to him.

Strange as it may seem, despite everything we had done together, there was still some hesitancy between us. I know I felt that there was some undefined line that could bring the whole fragile relationship crashing down if crossed. I have no idea what he felt.

I certainly lacked the relationship experience to know that the right way to deal with this was to actually talk about where that line was.

The other thing was that it was now just Mark and I. With Nick there, the focus was always spread out over three people. Now, Mark and I were focusing on each other. That felt different. More intimate.

And despite how over-the-top the sex had been in our threesome, there was no question it was purely recreational sex. There was very little kissing, there was no cuddling, in short– there was no intimacy. It was just pure, uninhibited fucking with cum flying everywhere.

But now, it was just the two of us sitting beside each other on my bed. There was music playing, but it felt really quiet. Mark and I silently looked at each other for a few minutes, then I reached over, put my hand in his shorts, and started stroking him.

Mark didn’t say anything. He stayed in his reclining position, intently keeping eye contact with me. His mouth occasionally twitched and he let out a pleasured grunt here and there.

I pulled my hand out of his shorts, stood, and pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts to the floor. Mark stayed in his reclined position, watching me, and I took a step forward so I was standing over him with my rigid cock bobbing in front of his face.

He sat up and took my cock in his hand, stroking me, then put his slick tongue against my shaft and took a long, slow lick all the way up. I gasped in pleasure at the warm, wet feeling and put one hand on his head and another on his shoulder.

Mark licked me again, then put his lips over my head and slid me inside his mouth. He delicately bobbed his head, looking up at me for signs of approval, and I breathlessly nodded.

After a minute of this, my breath quickening, my stomach fluttering, Mark popped me out of his mouth.

I exhaled, shoulders slumping, and Mark pulled off his shirt. Then he lifted his hips off the bed and pulled off his shorts. He crawled back on my bed and lay down on his side, patting the bed next to him.

Slightly exasperated, I laid down next to him flat on my back. Mark leaned over and pressed his cock against my thigh, its heat radiating onto my skin. He slowly, sensually stroked me, and suddenly I felt the heat of his breath on my neck.

I froze as Mark’s lips made contact just above my clavicle. The warmth and wetness sent radiating waves of shivers down the length of my body and I closed my eyes.

I felt the parting of his lips, and the slight smacking sound poured in my ear like honey. He pulled away and kissed again, moving slightly further up my neck.

I remained frozen, my heart pounding, my breath hot and dry. The feeling of Mark’s body pressed up against mine, the heat and firmness of his hard cock on my thigh, his lips on my neck– my brain had temporarily shut down.

I closed my eyes, and exhaled breathlessly as he continued stroking me. I felt him shift beside me and when I opened my eyes, his face was directly over me, eyes locked with mine.

He took his hand off my cock and placed it on my right side to steady himself as he leaned over more. My neck moved on its own, lifting my head up, and Mark turned his head slightly, dropping down.

Our eyes stayed open as our lips touched. When I noticed his eyes closing, I closed mine too.

The sensation of his warm, wet lips on mine was absolutely incredible. He pulled away slightly, then pressed his lips against mine again. We kissed, gently, for a minute, and then I felt a pair of curious new sensations.

First, on my lips, I felt Mark’s tongue slide across. Then, it tightened into a point and tentatively slipped into my mouth.

Next, I felt Mark’s hand on my right thigh, lifting it to shift it over. He cupped my balls, moved them to the side, and I felt his index finger slide across my taint.

I jumped slightly as the pad of his finger touched my asshole.

He stopped kissing me and pulled back. “Was that okay?”

I breathlessly nodded, he smiled, and we kissed again. His finger pressed, slid over, and circled my asshole. I felt a steady stream of pre-come make its way up the length of my cock and looked down to watch it leak out.

I shifted and put my arms around Mark to pull him in closer as we kissed more passionately now. Mark’s finger pressed more firmly on my asshole, and I relaxed to let him in.

His finger persisted, but there was no slickness. I desperately wanted him inside, and despaired at the lack of movement.

But then, I remembered.

“I have lube,” I said.

Mark pulled back slightly. “What?”

“I have lube. I lifted some lube from the drug store.”

Mark looked at me, confused.

“I was too embarrassed to buy it so I lifted it.”

Now, I was not the criminal type. I was a rule-breaker, but I wasn’t a law breaker. I had never shoplifted before, and I have never shoplifted since.

But ever since our threesome and my experience trying to lube up my cock with my own saliva to fuck Mark, I had decided that I was going to be prepared in case there was a repeat performance. So I went up the hill to the small strip mall where the drug store was.

Being the mid-80’s, there was just a small contraceptive section with a few different types of condoms in boxes hanging on hooks. On a small shelf underneath, a neatly stacked pyramid of KY Jelly boxes.

I grabbed one and headed for the counter, fully prepared for the few seconds of shame as I paid under the cashier’s withering judgement. But when I got there, the scenario was far worse than I had imagined.

There were at least a half dozen people in line. And worse yet, there were kids from my school.

I panicked. I dropped the box in my pocket as nonchalantly as possible, turned, walked straight out the door, and never looked back.

“Where?” asked Mark, propping himself up higher.

I reached over to my desk drawer and felt around for the KY box. I pulled out the tube and tossed the box on the ground. Mark held out his finger and I squirted a glob on the tip.

I adjusted my leg so that I was spread wider and Mark leaned back in. As we resumed kissing, I felt his slick finger slide into position over my asshole and tentatively slide in.

A little moan escaped me and I felt myself involuntarily tighten around his finger. I focused on relaxing, and he gently pushed deeper. Soon, he was all the way in. He sat up slightly, looked down, then moved my balls to the side. He fucked me with his finger slowly, at first, then quickened.

Each time he pushed in, I couldn’t help but exhale. Each time he pulled out, a ripple of pleasure coursed up my spine. I grabbed my hard cock and started stroking. Mark looked up at me.

“Fuck me,” I said.

Mark quickly got up and slid into position between my legs, his hips pressed against mine, supporting himself on both arms.

I squirted some KY in my hand and slicked it over his rock hard cock, then reached down and smeared a little more over my ass.

He pulled his hips back, and I felt the wet head of his cock touch me. I reached down to guide him in as he gently applied a little pressure.

I gasped as I felt the gentle popping sensation as the head of his cock slid into me.

“Slow,” I whispered, “Slow.”

Mark looked up, nodded, and with a heaving chest he pressed into me. The feeling increased in intensity as he slid deeper. When he was all the way in, I instinctively pulled my knees back, spreading wider. Then I reached out with both hands and grabbed his ass, squeezing and spreading.

He moved back again, and soon he was fucking me at a moderate pace. Sweat trickled down his chest, his breathing heavy through clenched teeth.

I was ready for more, so I pulled him in a little more forcefully with every thrust. He responded by quickening his pace, and sensing that he was close I started stroking myself.

I groaned as he pulled out of me. He slapped his slick, rock hard cock on on top of mine, and I grabbed us both, stroking aggressively as his sticky, hot cum fell on my cock and stomach. I could wait no longer and blew a huge load of my own.

Mark slumped down on top of me, then lifted himself and kissed me deeply, driving his tongue into my mouth. I responded by sucking his tongue in and swirling my tongue against it.

Then, he slumped on me again, spent.

I wrapped my legs around him and we lay there for a good five minutes, panting. I put my hands back on his ass and massaged them, enjoying the feeling of his firm, muscular glutes.

Then I slid my hand behind his neck and held him close to my chest. He was covered with sweat, and my fingers were soaked as I ran through his hair.

“That was incredible,” he whispered.

He propped himself up, and long strings of cum dripped from his belly. I grabbed a random shirt off the floor and wiped myself, then leaned over and wiped him as he watched me.

We showered together, sensually lathering each other up. I pressed him against the tiles as we kissed passionately in the steam. We were both hard once again, so we dried off and returned to the bedroom.

He laid flat on his back and I laid next to him, playfully stroking him.

“Want to cum in my mouth?”

I laughed. “Sure.”

I threw a leg over his stomach, straddling his chest. He got up on his elbows, my hard cock bobbing in his face. He watched me as I stroked myself, and kissed the head of my cock as I gently slapped it on his lips.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Mark opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and locked eyes with me. I stroked more quickly and leaned back as my cum rippled across Mark’s extended tongue until his mouth was full. It dripped down his chin as I coaxed the last drops out.

“How’s it taste,” I said, chest heaving.

Mark pulled his tongue back in, cupping my jizz. His eyes crinkled as he moved it around his tongue, swallowed, then smacked his lips. He smiled.

“Weird.”

“Weird good, or weird bad?”

“I’ve just never had anything like that in my mouth before.”

I laughed, grabbed another random shirt off the floor and dabbed my jizz off his chin.

Then I scooched down and sucked him until he erupted in my mouth.

Afterwards, I lay on top of him as he gently ran his fingers up and down my back. Eventually, I slid off and cuddled up to his side. I ran my fingers over his chest, and abs.

“You are just so fucking hot,” I said.

“What?”

“You’re fucking hot. You have a great body.”

Mark stared at me for a second.

“No one has ever told me anything like that, ever.”

I froze. Had I crossed that line I was worried about? Was this too much, too intimate? Too…gay?

Mark grinned.

“Thanks. You’re really fucking hot too.”

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