Chapter 5: Mark - Taking a step forward

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?”