Chapter 6: Misadventures with Mark

It was rare that Mark and I had any length of time alone, in private. But the one consistent place where we could be together was the change room in his backyard and over the summer we spent as much time there together as we could.

But there was always the constant danger of being interrupted by someone from the outside. The door locked, yes, but anyone - his parents, a friend that stopped by, anyone - could just walk up and try the door.

This fact resulted in more than one interruption, resulting in more than one misadventure.

On one particular morning Mark and I had gone in, locked the door, and gotten naked. Mark had scored his own tube of lubricant and kept it hidden in the changeroom. I had made use of it and was balls deep in Mark’s ass while he was on all fours in front of me.

I had one hand on his shoulder, and the other on his hip as I was gloriously sliding in and out of him. But just as I was getting close to cumming, there was a sudden rattle of the door handle.

“Fuck,” gasped Mark. We both froze. “Yeah?” he asked, his breath ragged. He raised up slightly, and reached a hand around to put a hand on my ass to steady us.

“Oh hey man, it’s Kyle,” came the voice from the other side of the door. Kyle was one of the friends from our group, he had probably knocked on Mark’s house door and noticed that the change room door was closed.

“Oh hey,” replied Mark, raising up more. My cock popped out of his ass and slipped between his glutes. “Give us a minute.”

One of his hands was already on my ass pressing me tight against him, and he put the other one around my neck to pull my face closer.

“Dammit,” he whispered. “Your cock felt so good in my ass...”

Sexy talk like this was still a new experience for me, and I was certainly not used to hearing things like that. But it set all the hairs on the back of my neck to attention and sent a shivering chill down my spine.

I pressed my cock against his glutes and tilted my head to put my lips on his neck. He responded by grinding his cheeks against my rigid shaft, and that was it for me. I exhaled as I blew a huge load, my shots flying up the small of Mark’s back and dripping back down.

“Hey,” said Kyle on the other side of the door. “What the fuck are you guys doing in there.”

With that, Mark quickly pulled away from me. I don’t think he knew that I had just covered this lower back and ass with sticky cum because he quickly grabbed his underwear and pulled them on despite my efforts to tell him. Then he hurriedly pulled on his shorts and his shirt.

He looked at me, a slight smile on his face as he motioned with his hands for me to hurry up.

“Yeah, but, wait a second...” I stammered.

“Just hurry!”

I quickly threw on my underwear, shorts, and shirt and Mark quickly opened the door. We walked out, and I tried not my best not to look like I had been fucking Mark moments earlier.

Kyle had moved to stand by the pool and was staring at the water.

Kyle was a nice enough guy, but he was not the smartest guy in the world. He was also a little strange, and wore jeans, some sort of rock teeshirt, and a denim jacket even though it was a hot day in the middle of summer. He had a mullet haircut, and he was kind of flabby. A wispy little dark mustache sat in patches on his upper lip.

“You guys go swimming or something?” he asked.

“Oh. Uh, yeah,” replied Mark.

“How come your hair isn’t wet?”

Mark and I exchanged panicked glances.

“It’s so hot out today,” I quickly concocted. “It dried fast.”

“Oh, uh huh,” Kyle nodded.

“Aren’t you hot wearing all that?” I asked, changing the subject.

“No way, man,” he replied proudly. “I never get hot no matter what. Always cool.”

There was a picnic table in Mark’s backyard, he sat down and motioned for Kyle and me to join him. Kyle sat across the table from Mark, and I sat down beside Kyle.

As we chatted, I noticed Mark’s eyebrows raise, and then he reached around to his back. He brought his hand around under the table and then looked at it. Then he looked up at me.

“Sorry,” I mouthed at him. I grimaced and shrugged.

Mark shook his head slightly and stood up.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, walking off.

Kyle looked at me as Mark entered the house. “What’s his problem?”

“Ah...” I shrugged. “No idea.”

Kyle and I chatted for a few minutes, and Mark reappeared wearing different shorts and shirt. Kyle shot him in a quizzical look.

“Did you get changed or something?”

“Yeah, I think I sat in something,” replied Mark, looking at me.

Again, I mouthed “sorry”, and Mark turned away from me to talk to Kyle. He didn’t say anything more than a few words to me for the rest of the day and when I got home later that day I was concerned that I had damaged our relationship.

But, he called me the next day and didn’t mention it, so I assumed he was thankfully over it.

He had his revenge a few days later. It was a weekend day, and his parents had invited family friends over to swim. The backyard was full of people, and Mark and I were hanging out by ourselves, avoiding everyone.

“God she’s hot,” whispered Mark, motioning with his head to one of his Mom’s friends.

I shot a quick glance over, and yes, she was hot. She was wearing a dark one-piece swimsuit, but she had a really nice body. Medium sized perky tits, narrow waist, and a spectacular ass.

“She’s making me fucking horny,” he said quietly. He looked over at me, a playful grin on his face.

He stood, and kept eye contact with me as he walked to the open change room door and went inside. I got the hint, and waited a minute before I walked over.

“It’s me,” I said, knocking on the door.

The door opened, and I stepped inside. Mark closed the door and twisted the lock. He was totally naked, his rock hard cock swinging, as he put a hand on either shoulder and pushed me down in front of him.

Before I could get a word out, he pressed the head of his hot, rigid cock against my lips. I opened my mouth, and soon was sloppily sucking him as he groaned quietly.

The illicitness of us doing this while a happy family pool day was going on outside was not lost on me. My own cock was ragingly hard in my shorts, and I was so wound up I wanted to drive Mark crazy.

I aggressively slid my mouth up and down his cock with one hand wrapped around his shaft. I paused, slipped a finger from my other hand into my mouth, and slicked it up. As I slipped his slick cock back in my mouth, I reached behind him and spread his ass cheeks apart, slipping my slick finger into his ass.

Mark responded by putting both hands on my head and fucking my mouth as my finger slipped in and out of him.

“Yes...” he hissed through gritted teeth. “That feels so fucking good...”

After another minute or so, I felt the telltale signs that Mark was about to cum. His pumping rhythm steadied, and I felt the head of his cock swell in preparation.

Then there was a gentle knock at the door.

“Are you almost done in there?” came a female voice from the other side.

In the shock of the interruption, Mark’s cock had popped out of my mouth as I turned to look at the door. And then, I suddenly became aware of a warm, slick wetness on my face and I couldn’t see out of one eye. As I looked back at Mark, he was quickly stroking his cock and cum was absolutely flying out of him, and I could feel it landing on my face.

As I looked up at him, he groaned as he flicked the last strands of cum onto my face.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” asked the voice again.

“One minute,” Mark stammered. He looked at me with an evil grin.

“Your face is covered,” he whispered, laughing, as I sat on my haunches. I could feel his cum sliding down and I watched in horror as it dripped down onto my shirt.

“Get me a towel or something, quick,” I hissed at him. He hopped over to the shelf and tossed me a towel. He quickly put on his shorts as I dabbed his cum off my face.

“Did I get it all?” I asked, turning to him.

“Uh, no,” he laughed. He took the towel from me and dabbed at my face with it. “It’s all over your shirt too.”

“Shit,” I whispered, taking it off.

“I’ll get you a clean one soon,” he laughed.

Then, he opened the door and we were once again drowned in the noise of the afternoon pool party. We swam in the pool for a while, and when we got out he went into the house and brought me a shirt to wear home.

“That was the hottest thing ever,” he said to me as I was heading out to go home.

“I guess we’re even huh,” I laughed.

“Yep.”

In the waning weeks of the summer, Mark and I were able to sneak our moments here and there.

Now, in the periphery of our group of friends were a French Canadian brother and sister. The brother was older, and named Denis. The sister was a year younger, and her name was Veronica.

Denis was one of the neighborhood bullies. He was gigantic, had a shock of blonde hair, and crazy eyes. He wasn’t the active kind of bully that would just fuck with random people for no reason, but he was the kind of bully that made your life suck if he decided he didn’t like you.

Veronica had a much nicer personality. She was plain, but pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a slight lisp and was friendly to everyone. Where she really stood out, though, was her body. She had the most incredible body. Nice wide hips, peach shaped ass, narrow waist, flat stomach, perky tits.

Her insanely hot body was a frequent topic of discussion amongst the guys in our group of friends. Two of the guys in our group had claimed that Veronica lost a bet with them and as payment she had shown them her pussy. Despite the unverified status of their claim, her brother Denis had taken exception to this and they were now on his shit list.

But what was true is that she was a flirt and liked to tease guys. I think some of that was genuine and she was a horny teen just like the rest of us. But the other part of it was that her brother acted as a force field to deflect any negative attention that arose.

Mark was more friendly with the both of them than I was, and one day as the summer came to a close he called me to invite me over to swim. When I arrived, I was surprised to see both Denis and Veronica lounging by the pool.

Veronica looked amazing. She was wearing a one piece swimsuit. It was aquamarine blue, with thin shoulder straps and pleasingly high above the thigh.

I snuck glances at her as she was walking around the pool, and Mark would occasionally nudge me, motion to her, and raise his eyebrows. I kept an eye on Denis to make sure he didn’t catch us ogling his sister, but he seemed to be having fun and wasn’t really paying attention to us.

The afternoon wore on, and at some point Denis laid on a deck chair and looked like he was sleeping. I was in the pool, and I realized it had suddenly become quiet. I looked around, but Mark and Veronica weren’t at the poolside. I looked at the back of Mark’s house and there didn’t appear to be any activity there either.

I got out of the pool quietly so as not to disturb Denis.

As I dried off, I heard voices coming from the change room. As I got closer, the voice was clearly Mark’s, but there was a female voice as well. The door was slightly open, so I tapped on it before I stepped inside.