Mark opened his eyes to find himself in a room lit solely by the moon. He was in a bed, but it was not his own. He looked over at a nearby clock that read 4:28 am. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer- briefs that were pushed down to his ankles. He was lying on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow.
"Ok, how did I end up here, like this?" Mark thought.
Mark was about 5'10" with brown skin, and short hair. He wasn't really skinny, he was definitely toned; you could tell he was active. His dick was about 8" when hard, which wasn't its current state. He kept his crotch not completely free of hair, but never higher than a quarter inch tall. He was 17 years old, but folks always mistook him for older than he was.
When he finally came to the realization that his body was bare, he quickly pulled his underwear up. He rolled over onto his back and then sat up. When he sat up, he felt that his ass was sore and squishy. He pulled back the covers and noticed that his crotch was covered in cum, and it had started to stain his underwear. He also noticed a few scattered spots in his nearby vicinity, where there were cum stains on the sheets.
Confused, he began to ask himself, "What did I -" Just then he was interrupted by the sound of a heavy sigh of the sleeping figure in bed next to him. "What the... Is that Clarence?" He then suddenly recognized the room. It was the room of his friend Phylicia's brother, Clarence. Then the memories started coming back to him. Mark and Phylicia had just gone to the spring dance at their school. You see, Mark and Phylicia went to the same school and were seniors, but Clarence went to a different school and was a sophomore. Mark began to recall the events of the evening, starting from that afternoon.
Mark and Phylicia had been friends for about three years now, so they felt comfortable around each other. Mark was on the tennis team and Phylicia was in the academic games club. However, Mark's mother worked with Phylicia's mother, which meant they saw a lot of each other and were familiar with each other's families.
Mark lived with his parents and his two siblings, Marie his 10 year old sister, and Jalen, his 8 year old brother. Phylicia lived with her parents and two brothers, Clarence who was 16 and Christopher who was 10.
That afternoon at school, everyone was talking about the spring dance. Mark and his friends from tennis were talking about with whom they were going to the dance, when Mark said that he was going with Phylicia. His friends started making jokes about him liking Phylicia, as was the usual for them, seeing as to how they were friends and whatnot. However, little did his friends know that he didn't like Phylicia, or any girl for that matter. Mark was gay, and had liked boys instead of girls since he was about 10 or 11.
He just laughed the jokes off and went on with his day.
When it was time for him to get ready to go to the dance, he took a shower, got dressed, and got in the car. He drove to Phylicia's house to pick her up for their date and when he was about 10 minutes away he called her house to tell her to be ready.
When he called, Clarence picked up the phone. "Hello? "Hey Clarence, it's Mark."
"Oh hey man, are you on your way?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ok, I'll tell Phylicia. Not that it will matter. Be prepared to wait another 20 minutes when you get here."
Clarence joked.
Mark laughed and told Clarence goodbye, then hung up his cell phone. As he put his phone down, he started thinking about Clarence. He was considerably shorter than Mark, maybe about 5'6", but Mark couldn't help but find him irresistible. He was about the same complexion as Mark, but a little lighter and he had short hair as well. He had a medium sized patch of hair on his chin, and he had a very deep voice. He was a lot more athletic than Mark, and had way bigger muscles.
Mark couldn't help but think about how much he would love to spend a night with Clarence. He thought of all the things he wanted to do with him, but soon realized that he was no longer paying attention to the road, and he tried to clear his mind of Clarence, but it was of no use. He though to himself, "Well he did say she would be a minute... and I'm not in a rush... ah, why not". So he pulled over into a secluded area heavy with trees, and began to unzip his pants. He reached over into the glove compartment and got a bottle of lotion. He squeezed some of into his hand and rubbed it onto his throbbing dick. The cool cream came as a shock to his growing member. He rubbed the lotion all over his shaft, and then with his thumb, applied some to the head.
As he began to slowly stroke his dick, he started thinking about Clarence. He recalled the time that the two of them and Phylicia went skating. Mark was a terrible skater, as was Clarence. Phylicia was skating so well that she eventually got separated by the crowd from Mark and her brother. The boys decided to stay together in hopes that they wouldn't fall. As they clung to the wall, some more experienced skaters zipped by them and accidentally knocked Clarence down. This made Mark lose his balance and in an effort to avoid stepping on Clarence, he slid his stable foot back and fell down right with Clarence.
However, when he fell, his face landed on Clarence's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. It took all of his might not to go wild on this boy's treasures that sat right in front of his face. As Clarence struggled to get up Mark feigned some movements just to keep Clarence from knowing that he was really enjoying his position. When Clarence finally got himself steady, his pushed up, which pressed his pelvic area into Mark's face. He could smell the scent of Clarence's sweaty genitals, and this made him as horny as he could possibly be. Then, just as quickly as he was graced with the gift, it went away, as Clarence managed to stand up.
By this time, Mark had blown his load and was cleaning himself up to get back on the road. Once back on the street, he was at Phylicia's house in about 10 minutes. He got out of his car and walked up to the door. When he rang the doorbell, Clarence came to the door in a pair of basketball shorts and some socks. He opened the door for Mark and said "Hey man, come on in. Phylicia's not ready yet."
Mark marveled at the sight of Clarence's perfectly chiseled abs, his well-defined legs, and his broad shoulders, and ripped arms. When he snapped out of his daze, he went inside the house after Clarence.
He followed Clarence to the couch, where he sat down and started to watch whatever show was on, he wasn't worried in the least bit about that. All he could focus on was Clarence shirtless. He ran his eyes up and down an oblivious Clarence who was enthralled by the television. He then started to notice the bulge in Clarence's basketball shorts. He started thinking again of the instance at the skating rink, and wondered how much had changed since then. He wanted to bury his face in Clarence's crotch so badly, and he began to spring a boner.
Even though his pants concealed the bone growing in Mark's crotch, Clarence could still tell by his expression that Mark was not 100% normal. So he asked, "What's up Mark? You look like something's wrong."
"Huh? Oh, nothing. "Replied Mark, half-heartedly.
"Is it me? Should I go put some more clothes on?"
"No, you're fine. Nothing's wrong. So what is this you've got me watching anyway?" he replied trying to change the subject.
"Ok, I forgot the name of the show, but it's some new show. It's about some sexy girl. Nothing meant for fags like you." Clarence joked.
"Ha ha ha, aren't you funny? You're the only watching it try to hide the fact that you're the only gay one here!" Mark replied.
"Yeah, yeah suck my dick, punk!"
"I wish I could..." Mark muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" asked Clarence, his ears in disbelief.
"I said you wish I would, retard!" Mark quickly replied, as though he was telling the truth.
"Oh, ok. Hey, are you thirsty?" asked Clarence.
"Actually, yeah, I am."
"Good, because I got some special warm milk for you, but you gotta pump it yourself!" Clarence joked again.
"Ha, you need to stop all the gay jokes! I might start to wonder about you!" Mark laughed.
Just then, Phylicia walked down the stairs. "Hey, now there's my big sister! Took you long enough!"
Clarence said. "Oh my goodness, shut up, boy!" responded Phylicia. Clarence walked her to the door and Mark followed behind. "I would tell you not do try anything with my sister, but instead I'll just go to your school and warn the guys!" he said. "Go ahead and try!" yelled Mark as he got into his car, prepared to drive off. Clarence waved goodbye to the two as Mark drove away and then went back into the house.
Mark and Phylicia enjoyed themselves at the dance. They danced, they had fun with their friends, and they even went out to party afterwards. Of course, being a party inhabited by adolescent youth, intoxicating beverage was present and popular. Against his better judgment, Mark partook thereof. By the time he left the party, he was drunk beyond all recognition. Phylicia, however, had decided not to drink, so she could drive them both home. However, Mark convinced her to go home first, and that he would be fine to drive home by himself.
This was not at all the case. Upon arrival at Phylicia's house, her mother noticed this fact right away, and she told him that he was not driving anywhere until the next morning. She said he was to stay the night there and that she would tell his mother where he was. He agreed, and gave her his keys. She told him to sleep in Clarence's room for the night.
He drunkenly made his way into the bedroom, and he noticed that Clarence was sleeping soundly in nothing but a pair of boxers. He stripped down to his boxer-briefs and climbed into the bed. As he was turning himself over to go to sleep, he suddenly heard Clarence start to mumble in his sleep. He thought he heard him say something about some girl, but he wasn't even close to sure, being as drunk as he was.
Then, he felt Clarence's arm wrap around his torso. This came as a shock to Mark, but he liked it. Had he been sober, he would have immediately pulled away, but his common sense was long decomposed.
Clarence began to pull Mark in closer to him and began to whisper some undecipherable words into his ear. His dick began to swell and press into Mark's ass. He didn't know what was going on. All that he was certain of was that he was asleep and that he had mistaken Mark for a girl.
Clarence continued to whisper his mumblings to Mark softly, and began to grind into his backside. Mark, whose brain was on lust mode, started moaning lightly, which Clarence took as an indication to continue. As Clarence kept grinding, Mark kept moaning, and the cycle continued. Finally, Clarence unconsciously pulled his boxers off, and pushed Mark's down to his ankles. Mark did not present the least bit of restraint, and, like Clarence, was now rock hard.
Clarence pulled Mark's body closer to his, and slowly inserted his dick into Mark's ass. This shocked Mark a little bit, but after about a second or so, he began to accept the penetration he was now receiving. Mark began to wonder if Clarence was faking being sleep, but at this point he did not care. He could be a Clarence impersonator for all he cared, as long as he was getting the dick. Clarence, who was half sleeping, continued to push inward. As he got his whole length inside of Mark, he pulled almost completely out, leaving nothing but the tip in. Then, he forcefully pushed himself back in, making Mark writhe in pain for a second, but soon calmed down and began to enjoy it. Clarence repeated this action for about 15 minutes before he started fucking Mark at a quicker pace and with a rhythm. After a while Clarence was starting to get to that point. Mark, who could feel Clarence's body tensing up behind him, shot three loads of cum in front of him. When Clarence finally reached the point of an orgasm, he shot eight loads into Mark's bare ass, making Mark cum again, despite having recently subsided from an orgasm. Clarence never pulled out of Mark, but instead resumed sleeping with his arm secured tightly around Mark.
At this point, the clock read 1:16 am. Mark looked over at the clock and slowly fell asleep with an ass full of dick and cum.
Hours later, Mark woke up disoriented and confused, bringing us back to the beginning of the story. He looked at Clarence, who had somehow maneuvered his dick out of Mark during their sleep, and had gone back to his side of the bed. After Mark recalled what happened, he sat and thought it over.
"I had sex with Clarence. I never thought that would happen. Was he faking being asleep? Did he really just want to have a cover to have sex with me?"
He soon got his answer. As Mark was sitting upright in the bed, Clarence began to stir. He opened his eyes and looked over to see Mark sitting naked next to him.
"Wh..? What? What the fuck are you doing!" He looked at his cum-covered bed, Mark's cum-covered body, and realized he had a cum-covered dick. "What the fuck was I doing?" "Mark, what the hell happened man?"
"Uh, I don't... I mean you're not... but you were..." Mark couldn't form a sentence.
"Mark! What the hell happened here!" Clarence demanded.
"Um, I don't know how to say this?"
"Mark!"
"Um, you fucked me."
"No. No, I couldn't have. I don't believe you, man. You're fucking lying to me!"
"..."
"What the fuck man? How did I do this and not know?"
"I don't know. I think you were sleeping and thought I was some girl."
"Why the fuck didn't you stop me?"
"I don't know, I was too drunk, I guess..."
"Gah!!"
Clarence was clearly frustrated with himself and with Mark. He was contemplating whether or not he was gay, if this made him gay, so many things were running through his head, and he could not get his thoughts straight. He finally decided not to think about it, but he started to think about what it felt like.
He remembered having a dream that he was fucking some hot girl from his school, and he also remembered feeling like it was more than a dream, he remembered how it felt to insert his raging cock into Mark's tight, warm asshole. As he was recalling the feeling, his cock began to grow again, to his shock. He didn't want to admit it, but he was beginning to think that he was actually hot for Mark.
"Clarence, I--..." Mark began.
"Mark, don't say a word. I don't know what the hell is going on, or what happened between us tonight.
I'm not too sure about myself anymore. I don't know what to think. But I do know that right now, my dick is as hard as a rock, and I need to relieve it. So come over here and suck my dick before I change my mind." Clarence said.
Mark was a little reluctant at first, but he eventually decided that he should go for it. After all, how many chances would he get to suck Clarence's dick? He slid his way over to Clarence so that he was sitting upright next to him, their thighs touching. He lifted his right leg up and placed it on the other side of Clarence, so the he was straddling him. He slid his body down so that his face was level with Clarence's dick, and he stuck out his tongue. He then commenced licking Clarence's dick up and down the shaft.
Seeing that Clarence clearly enjoyed this, he continued for a few minutes and then suddenly opened his mouth wide and took Clarence whole. Clarence was shocked, but he was enjoying it. He felt himself getting close to cumming. Mark could feel him tensing up and he decided to try and deep-throat his dick, and he succeeded. This sent Clarence over the edge and he erupted into Mark's eager mouth.
Clarence was in an orgasmic euphoria. He didn't know what to think about the situation, but he was beginning not to care. All he could think about was what he was feeling and he wanted more. He grabbed the taller boy by his waste and pulled his body up to his own. He lied back and pulled Mark's body to his mid-section. While still holding his boy by the hips, he raised them upward, pushed down a bit into the mattress whereas to get his dick underneath Mark, and slowly lowered Mark's body onto his quickly re-erected dick. Mark winced slightly as he felt the tool entering into his body. He couldn't believe he was getting fucked by Clarence. Again! He surrendered all control unto Clarence, who was loving every second of dominating this hot older boy. He slowly lowered Mark's body all the way down, then pulled it back up, and kept going in this fashion.
Mark was in heaven. He loved how each time Clarence lowered him down, his dick hit Mark's prostate, and how every time he pulled him up, he pulled almost completely out and then smashed back inside.
Each time Clarence entered Mark's body, Mark moaned a little bit. The fact that Clarence was straight made Mark want it even more. He never wanted it to end. He knew that he would remember this forever. Clarence knew it too. As he was plunging into Mark's ass, he kept thinking about how hot it was to be fucking this sexy stud, and for the stud to be taking it willingly just made it even hotter.
After fifteen minutes of fucking Mark, Clarence began to feel that familiar feeling again. He kept pumping into Mark's ass as he felt his seed rising up rapidly. After about five more pumps, he bred Mark's ass with an amazing 12 shots. When his cumming had finally subsided, he pulled his flaccid member out of Mark and stuck one finger in Mark's ass, then two, then three. Whilst he was finger fucking Mark with one hand, he was jacking him off with the other. When Mark shot his load, Clarence took the cum from Mark's dick and swirled it with his cum from Mark's ass and then stuck his fingers in Mark's mouth, who licked his fingers clean. He then moved in and started to passionately kiss Mark, who returned the favor willingly.
Then the two boys lied there, naked, exhausted and covered in semen, Clarence holding Mark in a tight embrace and Mark curled into Clarence. They fell asleep lovingly in each other's arms and slept peacefully into the morning, when Mark put on his clothes and left for home, to get scolded by his parents for getting drunk.