This story is about my relationship with my friend and, well, more-than-a-jack-off buddy. Yes, it includes gay teen sex stuff. It's based on true experiences but some of the names and places have been changed for privacy. Hey, if this is illegal where you're at or if you're too young to be reading this, then you better not. Getting in trouble isn't cool. All rights reserved. No reproductions permitted without prior permission.
Thanks to all of you from around the world who have written to me. I really appreciate your comments/feedback and questions about this story. My email is: kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com.
Sincerely, Kevin.
Part 16.
Like I said... I want to tell you what we did was wonderful. That's what I want to tell you. I want to...but...well, the truth is, it was and it wasn't wonderful. I really had no idea what to expect...about having sex, or about anything at all.
I really don't equate actual feelings of love with actual physical sex. I'd still love Mark, and be in love with him, with or without sex. He's that important to me. Our relationship is that important to me. It's not just the sex. I don't love Mark just because of the sex. I can have sex with myself...I do all the time! It's not just his sweet looks or his cool hair or how big his cock is or how hard it gets. It's not just the way he tastes or the way he smells. It's how he smiles. It's how he teases me, and yes, how he even gets a little annoyed with me. It's the way he cares about me and looks out for me. It's how he loves me too.
I know, the actual sex stuff is important too, I know. All the stuff Mark and I do with each other...to each other...I'd never do with anyone else. Touching each other's bodies in all the private places, kissing, licking, jacking each other off. We've had our tongues and fingers everywhere on and in each other. My God, Mark and I have had our dicks in each other's mouths and ate each other's cum. You can't get much closer to another person that that. We know things about each other no one else knows. Those secrets I'll never tell anyone, not ever. But now I let him fuck me, and it changed me forever. But it's all good.
Like I said...I really didn't know what to expect. I handed the rubber and the KY to Mark. I laid back and he straddled me, his legs over my sides. He bent down on top of me and kissed, licked and nibbled me everywhere. It felt great, his wet tongue on my skin. I had only the slightest buzz from the shots of Jagermeister.
Mark softly kissed my ears, my neck, my lips, just little smooches. He licked his way down to my collar bone and below. His tongue swirled around my nipples and he lightly sucked on them before gently biting each one. He rubbed his entire face in my chest. I felt the smoothness of his hair and the warmth of his breath on my skin, and it was more incredible than ever. He placed his hands under my butt and lifted me up as he rubbed his nose in my pubes and kissed my dick and all around it. He teased me for a while before deep-throating my throbbing pole. Before he took me in his mouth his tongue licked up all the precum that had poured out, all up and down my dick, in my pubes and on my stomach. I even felt some of the wetness on my balls. He licked up every drop. And when there was another gush of it he licked that up too.
I let him do whatever he wanted. He turned me over and had me raise up slightly on my knees. He got in position behind me and spread my asscheeks. I could feel his breath on my butthole as he pushed me apart with his thumbs. Then I felt the hot tip of his tongue darting in and out of my opening. He worked in a finger along with his tongue, just like in the shower. It made me shiver.
Mark turned me over on my back again, and pushed one of my legs up to my chest. He squeezed a generous amount of lube on his finger and soon I could feel it's slippery coolness at my hole. He circled his finger around my pucker where his tongue had been, then worked it all the way in, gently at first, then a little more forcefully. I bucked and sort-of sat up, his finger was in so far it hit something way up inside me that gave me a jolt. I screamed "Oh!!" like five or six times and he kept pushing his finger in farther each time, I swear. Then I felt a little more stretched than before. He was touching something in there. What...I don't know.
Then Mark put a little more lube directly on my hole and stuck in his two index fingers instead of the index and middle fingers on the same hand. That enabled him to stretch me even more so. It hurt like hell at first, stretching the outer part of my hole, but felt great way up inside.
"How many fingers do you have in me?"
"Two, now."
Mark stopped only long enough to tear open the condom and roll it down over his dick. Which, by the way, had it's own stream of precum glistening from the tip of that big horsecock to the blanket below. He grabbed more KY and coated my hole again as well as his covered cock. He leaned in towards me and I could feel the head of his pole try to make passage into my asshole. He pushed. It went in a little, but not a lot. He kept trying but it wouldn't go in. I wondered what I was doing wrong.
Well, like I said, not knowing what to expect, I didn't know how much it would hurt. The actual physical pain of Mark putting his dick in my asshole. Searing pain. It felt like a knife going in me. All kinds of thoughts ran through my brain. I thought he was splitting me in two. I even wondered if I was bleeding back there. Yeah, I've seen the gay porn vids. Probably shouldn't be looking at that stuff but I do. It's hot! Some of those guys (supposedly first-timers too), they make sex look so easy. Let me tell you, it ain't easy. It gets easier, but it wasn't easy at first, that's for sure. He told me to push out. It still didn't work. He told me just to relax. So I did. That worked a little better.
"Damn you're tight," he whispered. I tried to pull my asscheeks apart, but there was so much lube there it was difficult to get a good grip.
"I want you to fuck me Mark. Do you want to fuck me? I can take it, fuck me. I can take it. Fuck me..."
And slowly but surely he eased in. His dick felt as big as one of the firelogs in the outer part my asshole. I held my breath, and then I breathed out heavily. I held my breath again and stared into Mark's eyes staring at me. My dick went soft.
Mark stopped for a minute, just keeping his cockhead in my hole. He put his arms under my back. I tried to relax and as I did he started to slide out. Then I really wasn't prepared for what happened next.
He grunted, placed one hand on my thigh and gripped the other around his dick and drilled into my hole non-stop until it was all the way in. All the way. And I mean all...the...way.
"OhhhhhhhhGoddddddddddd!!!" I screamed. He held still, but his heavy breathing continued. I felt so damn full, I swear I could feel it in my throat. Now I was hard again, very hard. "Fuck me, fuck me. I want you to FUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
And believe me, he did.
We both made sounds. Just sounds. Unintelligible sounds. Loud sounds. Screaming sounds. Oh's and oo's and ahh's and mmmm's. He picked up speed. It still hurt, but felt good too, at the same time. Pleasure and pain. Different, very different.
Like I keep saying, I didn't know what to expect. Yes, I stroked myself, but was concentrating on what Mark was doing. I didn't cum. I didn't know why I couldn't. Mark got close but didn't cum either, and after a while he slowed, then stopped. He asked me if I was alright. I said "yes."
"I love you, Mark." I might have been crying.
"I love you sweetie."
He pulled out of me and I could actually feel my pulse in my asshole. He took off the rubber and we laid there, Mark feeling me all over and kissing me again and again. He jacked me off and I came all over the place. After I regained consciousness I straddled Mark, lubed up his dick and balls with spit and KY and worked him into a frenzy. He twisted and turned as he shot his hot sweet juice on his arm, chest and stomach. I licked it up, then we kissed.
We didn't say any more, we just curled up on the blanket, covering our spent, naked bodies with another blanket and fell asleep, me spooning Mark from behind.
It was so unbelievably dark in the cabin. And I had no idea what time it even was. But I thought I was dreaming. At some point, in the middle of the night Mark and I both woke up, at the same time. I was already hard as a rock. We hugged tighter than ever. Still silent, our lips met and we started to kiss. I was on my back; Mark was on top of me.
This time I knew what to expect. It just...happened. I lifted my knees to my chest and Mark easily slid his hard cock into my hot, still-twitching hole. I was still slippery from before, since I never wiped my ass after out first go-around. Maybe I was just numb back there, but it hurt only for a second. He was all the way in and pumping hard, I could feel his loose nuts slapping on my butt cheeks. I reached down and tried to feel anything I could find...on his body or mine. At one point I think I was playing with both our slippery nut sacs at the same time.
Mark was going deep and he felt different in me this time. Then, amid our "oh's" and "ahhhh's", Mark let out three long "uhhhh's" and screamed, "I'm gonna cum in your ass!"
Boy, he did, too! I could feel each powerful spurt as his dick expanded in me, electrifying me. Throbbing and flooding me with its creaminess. At first I didn't even realize we had barebacked. We collapsed, smiling, smooching, whispering "you're hot" and "I love you" over and over. As we drifted back to sleep I thought I could feel Mark's cum seeping out of my ass. I felt around down there and I was right, but left well enough alone. Partly because I was too lazy to get up to wipe my ass, and partly because I loved it...what it was and what it meant.
Eventually we awoke to daylight peeking through the windows. Mark got up and used the bathroom first. I laid there on the floor giggling because I could hear him in there, letting a few rip while he pissed. The sounds of waking up! Then it was my turn, LOL!
"Damn! You've got Eric beat!" Mark teased, shouting from the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth. He heard me loud and clear!
"Shut up! It's your fault!!" I yelled back. "Hurry up, I gotta pee!" I sat up, letting the covers fall off my shoulders. I spread my legs and bent over as far as I could, looking down at my dick and moving my loose (but crusty) balls out of the way. I tried to get a view of the juice still oozing out of my asshole, the combination of lube, Mark's cum and maybe even a little of myself mixed in. Different, I thought. But no blood, thank God. I didn't know, the way it hurt so bad at first. "Come on, I gotta get cleaned up!!"
Mark started the shower and let the bathroom get all steamy. I peed and continued to sound like a chain saw motor, even louder than the sound of the spraying water. I quickly brushed my teeth and wiped the crack of my ass with toilet paper. Mark was already in the shower, so he soaped me up when I got in. I felt so relaxed.
"What are we gonna do today?" I asked as I drank a little water from the spray.
"I know what I'd like to do today, but that'll have to wait until tonight!" Mark laughed. "No, really, we gotta put in the windows, fix the screens, finish chopping the firewood, stuff like that. Guess I better make a list, huh?" We got out and dried each other off.
"You hungry?" he asked.
"Yeah."
As I put on my underwear I felt the area around my butthole and it was a bit tender. I wanted to ask Mark to take a look and see what condition it was in, but believe it or not I was embarrassed. After all the stuff we'd done, can you believe I was too shy to ask him that? God I'm weird!! I was hoping it would be a while before I had to shit, so I could give my poor pucker a rest. And it was only slightly uncomfortable when I sat on the barstool to eat breakfast. I must have made a funny face because Mark asked me if I was OK.
"Uhh...yeah...I just got a cramp in my...toe, that's it."
"Oh, sure. You really gotta watch those toe cramps, sweetie." Mark gave me the dumbest look. I blushed.
Then, as great as I felt, and as stupid as I felt, I looked away from him, because I got a little emotional, suddenly. It just hit me right between the eyes...the boy I love...the boy who loves me...I let him fuck me. "Oooohhhh" I said to myself and shook my head and shoulders fast, telling myself I was alright. I quickly sniffed and brushed my eyes with my wrist. I don't think Mark noticed. I was hooked on him, more addicted that I thought I was. Overwhelmed, in fact. We only made funny, simple references to what we did, having sex. No deep serious conversations about it, and that was OK.
After breakfast we rolled up the blankets and pillows in the living room and gathered up our clothes from the day before that had been drying and put everything in a bedroom. Eventually we'd have to do some laundry because of the condition of that blanket, but I was sure it would get worse before it got better!
We put on our coats and gloves and went outside to do the chores we were getting paid to do. I helped Mark put in the large window panels, we still needed to fix the two broken screens and put them back in, but we needed new screen wire. We couldn't really clean out the gutters because they were covered with snow and icicles. But we did get the old chain saw going and chopped up the rest of the wood so the logs would be the right size for the fireplace. We laughed at the sound of that chain saw motor, because it was my 'competition' from the morning!
"Is it live or is it Memorex?" Mark joked. Hmm!
I guess about 1:00 we went in for lunch (peanut butter and grape jam) and Mark said he forgot to drain the water heater, so he did that and changed the furnace filter. The fire had also completely died down so I got the large metal can from outside and started to clean out the hearth with a special small little shovel. Mark came over to me and kissed me. I would have like to have explored the roof of his mouth with my tongue to find out if he had any peanut butter stuck to it, but I didn't.
I don't want to be too graphic here, but after lunch I did feel the urge to go to the bathroom, if you know what I mean. I thought "Oh no, it's too soon!" so I took my time. But, just in case you're wondering...everything was OK. Just a little tender at first, but it was fine. I usually don't announce that to the world, but this is a little different, right? That is pretty private stuff, you know. I was in there a while and Mark yelled in to see if I was OK.
"Yeah!!! I'm fine!!"
"Didja fall in???"
"No!!!"
"What are you doing then, jerking off??" And boom! He opened the door!
"Jesus Christ, Mark!! You pervert!! Can't I even take a shit in private?? Get out of here!!"
"Ooops! Sorry!!"
I could hear him laughing and actually I was laughing too. "Fuck you!" I shouted.
"Promise??"
There's me, sitting on the toilet with my pants around my ankles and my boyfriend barges in on me! Yeah, I said my boyfriend! I finished up my business and went back out into the kitchen. We decided we better put all the stuff away in the pantry and cabinets when my phone buzzed. It was Nora.
"Gosh, Nora. I'm sorry I forgot to call you back. I know you left me a voice mail, but it's been wacky here..."
I told her about having my phone off and having to stay all night at the jail and getting to the cabin late. I told her how hard we were working (haha!) but that we were having fun too. She said she and Amy Frey were talking and wondered if Mark and I wanted to do something New Year's Eve. Jeez that seemed like a long way off. We both said yeah and we'd connect when we got back home.
"God I hope they aren't getting the wrong idea." Mark said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I like Amy and all, but I'm not her boyfriend, nuh-huh, no way!"
"Settle down, Mark. You can't be her boyfriend because you're MY boyfriend!" Then I kissed him. "Mmmm...tastes like peanut butter!"
"Ready to go into Saugerties to the hardware store?" Mark asked.
"Yeah!!! And we could stop at the grocery store and get some steaks too, if you want."
"Damn, boy! You're working up an appetite! I never heard you talk about food this much!"
So that's what we did. We drove about twenty minutes into the town of Saugerties, right on the Hudson River, and got what we needed from the hardware store. We also stopped in the small local food market for the steaks. I pushed the cart while Mark tossed this and that in it. I was loving every minute, and I almost started to cry again.
By now it was snow-flurrying and just starting to get dark and we headed back to the cabin.
"I'm gonna stop and get gas now sweetie."
Just as we left the gas station Mark's phone rang and it was his grandfather, asking how everything was going. Mark told him fine, that we put in the windows, moved the wood, drained the hot water tank, and all the other stuff we did. Well, not ALL the stuff we did, LOL!!! You know what I mean!
Mark told him about all the snow and meeting Chief Grubek, and his grandfather just laughed. He wanted to know if that "dirty old bastard" gave us a hard time. After they hung up Mark asked me what I thought of the idea if we all came back to the cabin for New Years. Him and me, Amy and Nora, and maybe others, like Townsend, and even Keith and Lisa.
I thought it was a great idea. The only downside was that Mark and I wouldn't be alone, and his parents would probably come too, with that many kids and all, but oh well.
"We could even go skiing! What are the good ski places around here?" I wondered.
"Albanyville is really nice, I mean really, really nice. The slopes are probably more difficult, and the lodge is fantastic. But Sugar Valley is excellent too! They have tubing, which is probably more our speed since we all don't ski that often or that well! And they have an ice rink and a big indoor pool."
I was already conjuring up the thought of us all going in the pool and getting to see Townsend naked in the changing room! I could just picture Townie walking around naked, longer than he need to, with that big dong of his, swinging back and forth, and him scratching his nuts. And Mark and me sitting there on a bench staring at him, our mouths wide open and our towels across our laps to cover our hardons. Oh, wait a minute! I shouldn't be thinking about that! Bad Kevin!
As Mark drove I went through the cd's again and put in The Shins and cued it up to "New Slang" and sang along with it while I stared out the window. The snow on the mountains was beautiful. Since it was almost dusk, everything looked blue, my favorite color.
Mark broke the silence. "I hope you're hungry sweetie."
"Yeah."
I was having such mixed-up feelings. I didn't want these few days with Mark to end. I prayed for a blizzard, a worse snowfall than two nights ago. That was just a winter storm. I wanted a bigger one...one that would have us snowbound...stuck in the cabin together for a few more days. We could fuck until we were raw. We'd probably do that anyway, blizzard or no blizzard! Yet I kept thinking how I'd like to get home and make plans with everyone to come back for New Year's. I'd have both Nora and Mark with me. On one hand that's unsettling, but on the other hand it's the best of both worlds. Why was I thinking about being with Nora? God I need help.
We pulled up the drive to the cabin, unloaded the stuff we bought and Mark said he'd get the grill going. He looked for the charcoal in the shed and I went inside to wash my hands, but the water all ran cold. When Mark came in I told him.
"Shit! We drained the tank and I forgot to fill it again. Damn it! It'll take a while to get a full tank of hot water again."
"I guess we'll have to take cold showers then," I teased.
"Fuck that. You'll just have to put up with me the way I smell!" Mark laughed. "If I stink, I stink. It's not like we haven't smelled like day-old dried cum before!"
Fine with me. Mark could smell like dog shit and that'd be OK with me. I guess that meant we were gonna...well, you know! After turning on the valve to fill the hot water heater, he got another fire going inside, as well as the grill outside for the steaks.
"What are we doing tomorrow?" I asked. (I guess I already knew what we were doing tonight, LOL!)
"We'll definitely fix those damn screens. And Grandma wants mini-blinds and new curtain rods put up in the bedrooms, and we need to replace a few boards on the steps up to the loft. Then laundry! Oh, and if we head back out I better get the gas can filled so we have plenty of fuel mix for the snow-blower. I forgot it today."
Mark cooked our steaks medium well while I put in the "X & Y" cd by Coldplay that I brought in from the car. I admit to getting hard when the song "The Hardest Part" was playing, because, well...I just did. You know that line where he sings like 'you left the sweetest taste in my mouth' OMG!!! Come on, how could I NOT get erected hearing that, sitting across the table from Mark. Jesus, I need some relief just thinking about that now!!
Well we fooled around eating our steaks, even feeding bites to each other. Once or twice Mark kissed me with a mouthful of chewed-up steak. That was hot! I know what you're thinking, you think that's sick, but let me tell you, Mark's lips touching anything on my body under ANY circumstances would be hot!
After we ate I turned off the music. I guess I had enough of Coldplay trying to sound like U2, so we laid around a little while and chilled out, watching TV.
"Are we sleeping on the floor by the fire again tonight?" I wondered out loud.
"No, I thought we'd try a bed for a change!"
At first Mark was on the floor with his head by my feet and I was curled up on the L-shaped couch. I lost all track of whatever was on TV, Mark had the remote and kept changing channels. The room was getting darker and darker, lit only by the fireglow. His head was right at my fingertips and I started playing with his hair. I bent down and kissed him on the head. That was it.
I kissed him on the lips, upside down. His legs were stretched out on the floor and I could see that famous bulge of his getting bigger and bigger. I was getting a little uncomfortable down there too; I guess because of the way I was sitting, it just wasn't a good position for my dick to stiffen.
A little sidebar here: I was just thinking. Since I've known Mark I bet my dick has been hard 95% of the time. I mean, I haven't actually kept track of it or anything, it's just, I can't control it. And I've never cum so much in my life! Hot damn!
Back to mine and Mark's growing cocks...I slid down so I was half on the couch and half on him like in a sixty-nine position. It was a little awkward, but as we started to slowly remove each other's clothes we were both back up on the couch. First I took off his shirt, then he pulled off mine. I kissed his chest all over and sucked his hardened nipples. We slid our hands down each other's pants, squeezing asses, dicks and balls. All the while we were kissing, our lips never parting. I unsnapped and unzipped Mark's jeans and slowly slipped them down part way over his butt. I played with the top part of his crack, with my fingertips tapping his cheeks under the elastic waistband. He sort-of did the same to me but finally his mouth gave way to my cock and balls and Mark sucked me like a lollipop. We finally just gave up and stripped completely and made out on the couch naked as newborns.
I was on top of Mark most of the time, and kept trying to line my dick up with his hole. I kept getting close and touched it several times. There was no stopping us. I wanted to fuck Mark. I wanted to return to him what he had given to me. Amidst all the heavy breathing and panting, the sweating and sucking, kissing and licking, the probing and fondling, Mark asked me something.
"I love you, Kevin. I love you. What are you thinking about?"
And that, I couldn't tell him.
(To be continued...)