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.