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MARK AND RAY

Ray's first day of Freshman year.  It went okay, not at all as Ray predicted.  Nor his second day!

Swirlies, wedgies, beatings, wearing his lunch, the list seemed endless to him as Ray ran through it in his head, fearing every one would be perpetrated upon him his very first day.  Probably by first period, he feared.

But none of it happened.  And P.E. hadn't been anything as bad as he feared, though it had been very interesting!

As Ray walked into the enormous gym, he searched for someone he knew, anyone.  Not seeing anyone he really called a friend, he wondered why life conspired against him so.  There were more than a hundred kids in here, and not a single one Ray knew, at least, not more than their names. 

The kids were sorted by year and sex into four groups, Freshman girls, Freshman boys, Sophomore girls and Sophomore boys.  The older kids already had uniforms and headed to the locker rooms while the younger ones were getting speeches about hygiene and health in PE; the dreaded shower topic.  They were also informed they would be required to wear either briefs or an athletic cup, that boxers were not allowed under the gym shorts for safety reasons.  Today it would not matter, but tomorrow, it would.  Failure to follow this would mean a zero for each day it was done.  Failure of P.E. meant failure of the school year.

His teacher then lined up all the boys under his care and told them to pick a pair of shorts and a tee shirt out of the boxes labeled XS, S, M, L, XL and XXL and.  Ray wasn't sure what size he needed, like many boys, and was told he could change them for another size later.

The teacher then took them on a tour of the locker room, telling them that tomorrow they would be changing into their uniforms, doing calisthenics, showering and changing back into their street clothes.  The entire locker room was green; light, puke green.  Floors, walls, lockers, all of it.  All, but the dreaded showers.  They shone white like a jail shower, Ray thought.  By now the older kids were out in the gym doing calisthenics. 

The teachers told Ray and the younger kids to pick a small, square, numbered locker and put the other lock on it that they were told at orientation to bring with them.  The lockers were a column of vertically stacked small, square, numbered lockers with a single, tall, normal locker next, followed by another vertical column of the small, private lockers and so on.  This repeated the entire length of the rows on both sides of the aisle, separated by a long, narrow bench.  The teacher explained that the small locker they just claimed would be where they kept their uniforms while in other classes and at home, the tall locker to the right was for street clothes and books while in gym class, and that every class would be using the tall, public lockers, not to leave anything in there, always locking their stuff in the small locker before leaving class for the day.

Ray picked number 1102 because it was near the doors, away from the showers, and seemed less intimidating.  He put his lock on the small, one square foot door, and was going to lock it, when the teacher said it was time to try out the uniforms they picked.

Ray was mortified.  Just as he thought there wouldn't be anything like this, the teacher springs it.

The teacher walked up and down the locker room, watching the boys change into the shorts and shirts. 

Like many of the boys, Ray slowly took of his shirt and hung it in the tall locker.  He was interested in looking around him, but not this day, not this soon.  Imagine getting caught checking the other kids out the first day! Ray thought.  The teacher would probably figure him for gay and have him transferred to some special class with all the fag boys.  But, then, that might be fun! Ray thought momentarily. 

He took of his shoes, putting them in the bottom of the tall locker.  His socks and shirt finally followed.  Ray put the uniform shirt on, then slipped his jeans off, quickly slipping into the shorts before looking around.  His boxers stuck out the leg of the gym shorts, but Ray knew nothing to do about it.  He saw other boys with the same problem.

Other boys were changing, most done, but the sight gave Ray an immediate chubby.  The material of the shorts were thin and Ray felt as if his boxers weren't even there.  It was almost impossible to hide his problem.  He sat and locked his fingers of both hands over his groin and waited to see what was next.  He had guessed pretty well, the shirt and shorts fit good and the teacher nodded as he examined Ray.  He reminded him to wear briefs, or no boxers and a cup, then quickly and moved on. 

As the teacher verified each student had proper clothing, he told them to change back.  Those who had loose or tight ones were told to go get another size and come back and change, placing the wrong sized ones in the bin up by the shower stalls that he had earlier pointed out was for used towels coming out of the showers.

When Ray had changed back into his street clothes, he risked a very few quick glances around.  This was so new, so interesting, so embarrassing, and so sexy!  The smell in here was nasty as far as Ray was concerned.  Maybe after the year started the smell of hundreds of sweaty kids would change it, but for now the cleaning chemicals were a sickening sweetness that lingered in Ray's nose and on his tongue.

The view, though, that impressed Ray; it was as interesting as he thought it would be.  What else could it be with all those other boys showing themselves for him to see.  There were boys in under wear, clearly not caring their packages were in clear view for all to see.  There were boys who changed so fast they were a blur of arms and legs.  Some boys sat on the bench up from Ray running between the rows of lockers in their gym shorts.  Ray noticed he liked the look of legs disappearing into the dark mystery of the yellow gym shorts.  The legs of the shorts were wide, allowing them to give glimpses of what most of the boys were wearing under them when they sat just right.

He felt his dick stirring and stretching, but he was sitting down and didn't have to get up yet, so he let it swell as he continued looking around him as slyly as he could.

One boy up the bench from Ray was obviously unconcerned that he was sporting a semi; a big one, Ray could tell.  He looked about fifteen and his white briefs were tented out a good three or four inches as the semi-hard dick pushed against it, pointing downward, the head lower than the balls.  He stood talking to another boy who was shorter and already dressed.  As he spoke, the boy in the tented white briefs held his street pants in one hand and absently waved them around with his animated gestures.  One boy in the group around him pointed and laughed at the obvious bulge.  The boy with the wood laughed and whipped the top of his shorts down, giving the group a quick flash, waggling it with his hips before letting go of the waistband and letting it snap back to cover himself. 

Ray's eyes widened, catching an eyeful of the dark triangle of brown hair and a hint of ball sack below the hanging meat in that brief second.  Now the boy's dick was pointed upward, held there by the briefs, swollen and nearly hard, showing even more now than before, nearly reaching the waistband.  That dick looked to be nearly six inches already, Ray surmised. 

He could be a dumb Junior, Ray thought.  He had heard that some Juniors, mostly stupid ones, had to attend some classes at this campus with the Freshmen and Sophomores.  The other campus, for the Juniors and Seniors, taught harder classes, and smart students from this campus attended afternoon classes at the upper campus, riding the same bus there that had just brought the dumb kids from the upper campus here for easier, morning classes.

He was tall enough, looked old enough, had big enough a dick and balls.  He was cute, too  Tall, slim, athletic, smiling, nice face, almost strong looking, but not quite.  His arms and legs were strong and looked like he worked out.  His chest and stomach didn't have any definition, still a kids smooth, round torso.  Great butt, too! Ray noted. Awesome package, he thought as the boy finally got dressed.  Ray noticed he pulled his pants up so that his package was hanging out the open fly, letting it be there, accentuated, while he put his black t-shirt on.  Only then did he tuck his package inside the zipper and close the door on the view.

Ray let his dick subside and picked his pack out of the tall locker, put his stuff into his small gym locker and locked it.  The teacher came around, checking the boys who had to get other sizes, yelling that when they were dismissed, they could go out by the gym doors and wait for the bell.  When it rang they would be free to go.

Ray stood against the smooth, gray, porcelain, brick wall, feeling his guts tingle and churn.  How could all these kids be in here, and not one of them more than a name? Ray wondered.  He thought perhaps some evil bitch in the office had decided to make sure Ray was all alone in the most embarrassing class of them all.

When the bell rang, Ray followed the rest of the boys out.  The worst part of the day was over, the rest was cake.  As the last two classes passed, American History and English, Ray's mind would more and more think about the bus ride home, and the new kid.

Shortly after the last bell, Ray was standing in the proper place for his bus, alone, waiting for it.  The first round of busses left in fifteen minutes, the second at fifteen to four.  Ray's bus was one of the ones in the second round, so he was standing away from the loading area, near the pine trees and the rows of benches.  Other kids waiting for the buses were hanging around as well; none seemed interested in talking to Ray. 

Ray found himself taking glances at the kids around him, the girls and the boys.  His eyes usually roamed more over the boys than the girls.  One boy, a tall, brown-haired boy, at least fifteen, kept catching Ray's eyes.  The view was nice from behind; his body was slim, but his butt, in the tight parachute pants, looked like a sculpture.  When the boy turned at one point, and Ray got a first view of the package straining at the black material, his heart missed a beat.  He kept staring as the boy turned back around, again admiring the rounded globes of the guy's butt.  The shirt the boy was wearing, a black tee, was baggy, hiding his upper body.  The arms coming out of the short sleeves proved the boy was into sports or weight lifting, almost no doubt about it.

The boy turned again, giving Ray another look at the rounded bulge in front.  Ray looked up at his face and recognized the bold boy in the locker room.  The boy was coming over toward him.  Ray panicked.  Great!  I looked too long and now I'm going to get my ass kicked, and on the first day!  What a fag! he thought, cringing.

Ray watched as the boy approached, trying to read the look on the boy's face.  He didn't look mad, at all.  He was smiling.  He nodded with an upward motion as Ray looked at his face.  Ray put his fingers in the top of his pockets, shrugged the pack on his shoulders and waited for the boy to say something.

When the boy was just a couple feet away, still smiling, he put out his hand to shake and said,  "Mark Treadle.  Soph.  You?"

Holy fuck, he was being nice?  The smile wasn't a trick to get him off guard?  Ray looked over the boys shoulder and saw the other guys this boy was talking to ignoring the two of them.  This didn't look like a set up for a sucker punch.

Ray offered his own hand, saying, "Ray.  Hi.  Uh, Freshman," he added.  As if there was any doubt!  I'm one of the shortest kid in sight!

"Yea, figured so.  Uh, can I tell you something?  I don't mean anything, okay?  Just some advice?"

What was this guy up to?  Advice?  The ass kicking kind?  Ray tensed in fear, just in case the ass-kicking did come.

"Sure, I guess," Ray stated, nearly stuttering it out.

"Well, for one thing, wear a baseball cap.  You can look down, so that the cap cuts of your view of who your looking at, so they can't see your eyes, you know?  Then you can look all you want.  Don't wear it in the shower, though!  And don't turn your face toward who you're looking at, look out the corner of your eyes, and keep your head down.  If you can't see their eyes, they can't see yours, you know?  And, uh, thanks for noticing me," the boy finished.

Ray was in shock.  He wanted to deny any knowledge of what Mark was talking about.  But he knew, exactly.  I must be redder than a Ferrari, Ray thought, wondering what to say.

"You don't have to say anything, but don't bother denying it.  I noticed you looking in gym.  And after school, most guys stare at the chicks, but you aren't.  And, I, well, I don't care.  I like boys.  My friends over there don't.  I know some guys who do, if you wanna meet them?" he offered.

Holy fucking shit!  No fucking way!  This is not real.  Some trick, some trap, something!  If not, do I want to meet some gay guys?  What if everyone else around here knew these guys were gay and saw him standing around with them!

" 'Sokay if you don't.  That's cool.  I just thought, you know, you might like to make some friends."

"Oh, yea, sure, I do, I mean, make friends, but..."

"Afraid to be out?  Have you told anyone yet?"

Shit!  Should I admit it?  Should I call him a fag and tell him to go away?  What do I do?

"Don't rush.  Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other about every day, so don't sweat it," he laughed.  "Come on over out here anytime," he said, implying the bus stop and not the locker room.  "Say hi, you know.  These guys are okay.  Okay?" Mark offered his hand again, almost secretly, as if giving Ray the choice to acknowledge it or not.

Ray reached out and shook the hand, trying to smile.

"See you, Ray," Mark said, turning to head back to the small group he was hanging out with.

Oh, gawd.  See you, indeed!  The boy knew what to say.  And how to say it.  He seemed happy, and nice.  And definitely cute!

Their bus came before Ray's, and Mark smiled at Ray as he climbed onboard his bus.  He sat on this side at the window.  When he and Ray made eye contact, he winked and pursed his lips, then smiled widely.

Maybe high school wouldn't be all that bad, after all, Ray thought.

*****

The next day, in P.E., Ray was getting into his gym clothes, trying to not look around and trying to keep from getting hard.  Mark was there, in the same row, on the same bench, about five lockers up.  He took his time getting dressed again, letting anyone who wanted to look see what he had.  He smiled each time Ray glanced his way.  Ray was careful not to look if he saw skin, but Mark changed so slowly.

After a class spent doing pushups, situps, jumping jacks and other exercises, the dreaded time came.  The coach blew his whistle and yelled, "Shower up!"

On the way to the locker room, Ray noticed he wasn't the only one walking very slowly.

When it was time, Ray did it as nonchalantly as he could manage, trying to act as if he had done this all his life.  It was the first time he had ever been naked in front of other people like this, let alone so many other people!

After he had removed first his shoes and socks, then shirt, and finally the shorts, he looked around, standing in his under wear, facing his locker, almost inside it.  There was Mark, just dropping his shorts, as if waiting for Ray to look first.  When he caught Ray looking, he glanced around quickly and made motions indicating to keep his eyes downward.  What was he trying to say? Ray wondered until it hit him.  What Mark had said yesterday, at the bus stop; keep your eyes down.

Ray did it.  He kept his face and eyes downward as he removed his briefs.  He pulled them down his legs as he stood near the bench, pulling one then the other foot through them and tossing them into his locker.  He closed the locker and still keeping his eyes down, he walked toward the showers, only looking up enough to see where he was going.

He noticed Mark.  Or, rather, he noticed Mark noticing him as he walked toward the showers.  It was the only time he looked up, as he was nearest Mark.  Mark nodded and smiled, his eyes glancing downward at Ray's exposed nakedness.  Ray only blushed more and walked faster.

Once past the shiny, porcelain-block walls that divided the showers from the locker area, Ray looked for an empty shower head.  He got under it, facing the wall, as quickly as he could.  As he got his hair wet and rinsed himself off under the water, he wished he had brought soap and shampoo.  Why didn't they say that in the orientation papers? he wondered.

Ray washed as fast as he could, keeping his eyes down and facing the wall.  He knew he had the entire semester to look around, and watching the others, finding out how much he could look around and not.  Once he felt he had washed enough, only barely running his hands around his groin area to prevent embarrassment at doing so in public, and the possibility of waking a woody, he hurried over to the towel table, picking one of the white, rough things up and regretting it instantly.  It smelled of chemicals, almost greasy, definitely tacky.  He dried himself quickly and tossed the thing into the canvas bin this side of the brick wall.  He felt dirtier after the towel then he had before the shower!  As he walked out into the locker room, he found out just how slippery the tile floor was when it and your feet were wet.

His right foot when out in front of him as he picked up his left.  When put the left one down to try to stand on it, it went out left and forward.  He landed on his right butt cheek, yelping, almost spread eagle.  He sat there in pain, humiliated, not knowing whether it was better to crawl to his locker or not.

Suddenly a hand came from nowhere, stopping in front of his eyes.  Ray looked up, past the nice sized dick and wet, hairy patch nearly in his face, into Mark's face.  Ray took the hand, but still had some trouble getting to his feet.

"Your ass okay?" Mark asked over the subsiding laughter of nearly one hundred boys who were overjoyed it wasn't themselves.

"Hurts, but it's okay, I guess," Ray said, afraid to rub it, walking with an odd double limp for a few steps.

One of the PE teachers asked Ray if he was okay.

"Yea, sure, they said it would be slick, I guess I forgot," Ray answered.

"Need to go to the nurse?" the teacher asked.

"No, really, just hurts a little.  I'll be fine."

"Good man, walk it off," the teacher said, patting him on the back.

Ray flinched, more from modesty than pain, smiled at the man and then duck-walked the rest of the way to his locker.

"I was afraid someone would do it first day," Mark said.  "Took two days last year," he said laughing.

"You?" Ray asked.

"Naw, but I did slip and slide some before he did the full feat."

"Thanks for the hand up."

"No problem.  Your ass really okay?" Mark said, leaning back and glancing behind Ray subtlety.  "Hmm, sure looks it."

"Yes.  Thanks again," Ray said, embarrassed in toto.  He had messed around, sexually, with other boys, plenty of them, but Mark was the first to be so gay about it.  All of the guys Ray had done things with had been friends or relatives long before sex entered into it.  Now, Mark was being gay and making comments and conversation Ray found intensely embarrassing because it wasn't play; it was real.  Mark was a real gay guy, not a friend he was messing around with.  It terrified Ray.

"Just be careful, okay?" Mark said, patting Ray's near shoulder.

Mark stopped at his locker and Ray made the last few steps to his own.  He glanced over at Mark while opening his locker.  Mark smiled and nodded at Ray, no modesty at all, proudly letting his wang hang for Ray to see, and obviously seeing Ray's.  He nodded to what the kid changing next to him said and the two started chatting.  Ray got dressed and was lining up to leave before Mark had his pants on.

*****

After school, Ray was deciding if he should take the risk.  He was interested, in boys, and finding out more, and having someone to play around with that way, but the older boy seemed so imposing. 

It was nice, having an admitted gay guy taking interest in him, but it was terrifying too!  What if someone caught on?  Could I deal with it?  What if I couldn't?

Ray wished he could avoid Mark today.  Maybe longer.  But why?  He was nice, it wasn't really a risk, was it?

As he approached the bus stop, Ray waved at Mark who came to meet him, leaving his four buddies to do so.

"Thanks again, for helping me up," Ray said as they neared each other.

"Still sore?"

"Naw, fine now," Ray answered.  He decided to go for it.  Tom had taught him it was often worth it, taking a risk, when he went over and talked to Jeff on the bus yesterday.  No risk, no gain.  "I wanted to ask you, if, well, are you out to anyone?"

"Just my parents, some family and a few special friends is all.  No one here knows, so don't say anything, okay?"

"Sure.  Same, okay?"

"You are gay, too, then?"

"Yea.  I think.  I don't really know."

"Understand that!  I wondered at twelve.  By fourteen I just knew.  No doubts.  Had the same friends, most who don't know now, never told them."

"How did you meet, the, gay ones?" Ray asked, not believing he was talking about this to some kid he had known for less than two days.

"About the same way I met you.  I got spotted, then learned how to do the spotting."

"I don't know what to say.  Or anything.  I just wanted, to, I don't know, thank you for the hand job.  I mean hand-UP!  In the showers, you know...." Ray sputtered, insanely embarrased.

Mark's laughter caused Ray to stop talking.  As Mark covered his mouth with one hand and ducked his head, Ray joined in.

"That was funny!" Mark said when he could.  "Guess I know where your mind is!"

"I didn't mean it!  It just, came out that way.  Sorry, really..."

Ray was cut off again by Mark, this time on purpose, with the words, "Hey, don't sweat it.  I was just wondering how you got that set of balls, man!  They're like huge!"

Ray blushed furiously and ducked his head this time.

"Sorry if that was too much.  I should remember not to be pushy."

"No, it was okay.  I do have a set, don't I?"

"Sure do.  Mine ain't that big and I'm like a year older than you!"

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen next month," he replied. They sat in silence a few seconds before Mark spoke up again.  "Ray, I don't want to be pushy, or ask anything you don't want to answer, but have you ever done anything with guys yet?"

Ray thought about how to answer, if at all.  He looked over, and up, at Mark's slightly oval, big eyed, gentle, face.  He wanted to answer.  "Yes.  Some stuff."

"So you know you're gay?"

"Yea."

"Any girls?"

"Yea.  It was okay."

"I know.  I've had to date a couple, and do it and stuff.  It's okay.  For now.  Once I get out of high school, I ain't never touching another chick."

Ray laughed a bit.  This guy is okay.  It was definitely worth it to risk it.  This time, he thought, his eyes drawn back to the bulge in the front of the boy's tight pants.  Mark was standing with one foot forward, his weight shifted to the other, both hands in his front pockets, a couple school books and a binder under one arm.  Ray wished he could just reach out and put his hand on that bulge, grope around it, find the balls and the dick and feel it harden as he felt around.

He realized he was beginning to sport wood, and it was noticeable.  He shifted a bit, hoping to make it less so.

"This might be fast, but you wanna go somewhere for a quickie?"

Ray's guts dropped out his ass.  He felt a bit dizzy and woozy.  "Sure!"  I did not just say that!  Ray thought, mortified.  I didn't.  I couldn't have.  I said something else, I just thought I heard myself say sure.  It didn't happen!

"Come on.  I can get us a ride at four-thirty, is that okay?"

"Are you sure?"

"About the ride?  Or having a quickie?" Mark smiled.

"Both, I guess," Ray answered, now looking at his shoes, completely and totally mortified, and turned on.

"Yea, on both.  Will is at choir and it's over at four-thirty.  We can stop by and make sure we have a ride if you want?"

"Who's Will?"

"He's, a really good friend."

"Is he?" Ray asked, hoping he didn't have to say the word.

"Yea.  He's my boyfriend.  So, don't mention it when I talk to him.  Just hang out in back, okay?  He won't mind, but he wont' wanna know, you know?  As long as it's just playing around."

Ray nodded, not having any words to say.  Mark waved at the four kids still at the bus stop and said he would see them tomorrow. 

Ray followed Mark back into the school.  They found the choir meeting in the music wing, room F, and leaving Ray at the door, Mark quietly slipped over to a blond boy sitting in the second row and whispered something.  The boy nodded and shortly Mark came back smiling.

He held out a set of keys and waved Ray to follow him.

"We can fool around while we wait," he said, leading Ray into the student parking lot.  Once there he found a big, old, green, Plymouth four-door and unlocked the driver's door.  Ray waited and got in once the other door was unlocked for him.  It was fiercely hot inside the car, after the summer sun had been shining down on it all day.

There were few cars around, but Mark started the car and moved it further from all the other cars, finding an wide open area where no one would likely walk past the vehicle.

He killed the engine and winked at Ray.  "So, what you want to do?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" Ray asked.  He was already sweating from a mixture of the hot car and his nervousness.  He wasn't even close to being hard, but he was feeling horny, interested, and attracted to the cute older boy.

"I want to crawl in back and sixty-nine," Mark said, indicating the back seat with a nod of his head.  "No anal, Chris and I promised each other, okay?"

"Sure.  I'm not sure I would want to anyway, you know, that stuff." Ray looked behind them and saw the wide, deep bench seat back there.  "Plenty of room," he said, smiling.

The boys climbed over the back of the front seat and somehow arranged themselves in a minimum of time and fuss.

No words, no directions, no questions.  Two zippers unzipped, two buttons unbuttoned, the sound of clothes rumpling and skin on vinyl were the only sounds.  Until the sound of two boys sucking each other's cocks began to fill the car.

Ray had a little trouble getting Mark's tight, white, briefs down over his big, hard, dick.  The head kept catching the waistband and Ray had to use both hands up front to pull them out and down past it.  The work was worth the view.  Mark's dick was all the size Ray remembered it from PE, even bigger now that it was fully hard in anticipation; around six inches, round, prominent head and slender shaft.  Almost all pale, only slightly darker right behind the head for an inch or two.  It stuck out of a nice patch of dark brown hair that ended in sharp edged clarity with no other hair around it.  The head was wide and pale, almost pink, smooth and cone shaped.

Ray could smell Mark's aroma coming from the open fly.  He grabbed the new cock with his right hand and squeezed and shook it a bit, then ran the skin up and down the shaft experimentally.  Breathing deep, Ray put his mouth completely over the slightly wide, pinkish head and started sucking right away.  He waited to use his tongue until he felt similar things from Mark.

That didn't take long: Mark started with some licking and what felt like nibbling before he was obviously tonguing the hole.  When he sucked on Ray's little, almost hairless dick, Ray stopped sucking long enough to let out a long, deep moan. 

Ray felt that tugging sensation and knew Mark was sucking his cock.  He buried his nose in Ray's few pubic hairs with one hand flat, thumb and finger around the base of it, the other hand playing with Ray's balls.  He started jacking with one his finger and thumb on occasion, and Ray loved it.  He could feel Mark's tongue doing magic on his cock. 

Oh, shit, that is definitely cool!  Fuck!  Mark sure knows what he's doing down there!  Ray felt his balls being licked then rolled around in Mark's mouth.  It felt good, all warm and wet.  When Mark went back to sucking his dick, Ray stretched from toe to scalp with pleasure and moaned louder around Mark's cock.

Before he expected it, Ray felt the now familiar tingling and pressure.  The spot between his butt hole and his balls was tensing up and aching.  It was too soon! Ray complained internally.  He couldn't stop it.  He tried, but he couldn't it.  He pulled off of Mark's cock and moaned, "Oh, gawd, it's happening already!" before his back arched and his entire body seemed to center around his groin.

Ray had been jacking himself for over a year now, and had been blown several times.  Last month he had produced the first real fluid while playing around with Eric who had been jacking mostly, sucking for short periods.  It surprised Ray when his familiar orgasm suddenly changed, the glowing ache low in his groin, behind his sack occurring for the first time.  Eric gasped in surprise as clear, sticky fluid leaked out of Ray's dick hole for the first time.  "Did you pee on me?" Eric had asked.  Ray was unable to hear, let alone respond.  Only after nearly a minute did he hear Eric repeating the question.  Ray immediately knew what had happened.  He told Eric and the two examined Ray's emission closely.  Both touched it, felt it, rubbed it, smelled it and tasted it.

Ray liked his own cum.  He knew it would change as he got older, getting thicker and whiter, and that more and more would come out as well.  But now, as Mark sucked his cock like no other boy had ever done it, his orgasm took on another new aspect.  No one had ever sucked him this far before, and now, Mark was sucking while he came!  And it was fantastic!  The pressure from behind his balls expanded as the feeling of having a string of beds pulled through and out his pee-hole was eclipsed by the raging ache below.

As his small, first emission left his cock, he arched his back so far that he nearly fell off the back seat.  "Awwwwwwwwww!" came from Ray's mouth as he pushed onto Mark's mouth with all his strength.

I hope he wants to swallow it, because I couldn't let him stop now if the car caught fire! Ray thought as the second wave roared over his body.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!" Ray groaned, twitching forward and then arching backward again, all possibility of reasonable thought washed away.

"Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn!" as the third explosion caused another forward and backward twitch of Ray's entire body, removing the ability to think at all.

"Oh gawd!  Oh gawd!  Oh gawd!" Ray repeated as Mark continued to suck his super-sensitive cock and the waves of intensely powerful pleasure drowned Ray.  He switched to "Oh, please!  Please!"  which was all he could get out past the convulsions still wracking his body.  He wanted to beg Mark to stop, but could only get 'please' out before another convulsion ran through him.  "Please, oh!  Oh!  Stop!" he finally got out past the quakes of pleasure.  "Stop!  Please!  Oh, gawd!  OH!!" he said as Mark stopped sucking and licked the head, letting it alone suddenly.  "Oh fuck!  Fuck!" were the only words Ray's mind could recall.

"You okay?  Are you sure you've done stuff before?  You a virgin?" Mark asked in surprised tones.

"Oh, crap, fuck" Ray said as he shivered violently.  "No, not a virgin, but, that was fuckin' awesome!  I've never been sucked while I came before!" Ray informed Mark breathlessly, still pulling Mark's cock absently with his hand.

"Nothing like having your wad swallowed.  I don't even remember my first time anymore.  But I remember it was like nothing else, ever," Mark said.  "Like it?"

"That was the best!"  Ray said in awe.  It had been too good.  The best blow-job so far.  And the unexpected manner it which it was received added to the pressure of Ray's release.  "That was the best thing I've ever felt!"

"Thanks.  You one of those guys who cums and stops?" Mark asked, playing with Ray's balls and the sparse hair around the base of his softening dick.

"Not once," Ray said, turning his mouth back to Mark's now dripping cock.  He wasn't done yet!  Ray could cum and still give.  He wasn't done until he wanted to be done, and as long as another dick was in front of him, hard, ready, willing, he wasn't done. 

As Ray had had his orgasm, his hand had been unconsciously squeezing and tugging Mark's cock.  Some pre-cum was hanging out the tip now and Ray licked it up slowly before going further.  He slid the cock through his tightened lips, like Dallas had shown him, sucking from the start.  He let it slide deeper, slowly, sucking a bit harder the further it went in.  As Ray's lips went over the edges of the head, he licked the tip and let his tongue slide down the underside, curving it to match the contour of the fleshy tube.

"Whoa!  Wow!  That is fucking nice!" Mark was crooning.

It was large, and Ray liked that a lot.  He loved the way all that man-meat felt in his mouth, sliding past his lips, over his tongue and on the roof of his mouth.  As its head neared his throat, Ray tried to just let it go down, but his gag reflex simply was too strong.  He kept it as deep as he could for some seconds, sucking and letting his tongue wriggle under the hard cock.

Mark moaned, saying, "Holy fuck, that's nice!  Keep it going!"

Ray did, slightly rocking up and down in small increments, no more than an inch.  Mark shuddered and groaned, "Cumming.  Cumming soon!"

Ray felt the cock shudder and inflate a bit more.  The first shot exploded onto the back of Ray's throat as Mark gasped "Ohhh!" followed by a sharp intake of breath and a tensing in his entire body as it lay between Ray and the back of the bench seat.  His hips made short squeaking noises on the green vinyl as he pushed in time with his orgasms.

"Damn!" and the fifth and sixth ejaculations, mostly dry caused Mark to buck sharply.  "Oh, shit!  Stop!" Mark hissed.  "Fuck!  That was nice!  You definitely got some experience!"

Ray licked the head softly as he drew his head back, letting his lips clean the shaft and head.

Both boys sighed loudly.

"Glad we did this?" Mark asked.

"Hell yes!  It was awesome!" Ray said, still playing with the large cock in his hands, marveling at the size, the mass, the smell, the taste, all of it.  Why can't people just stay in bed with anyone they want all day, like this? Ray asked of the world. 

"You sucked great!" Mark said around deep breaths.

"You too, Mark!  Like I said.  I think that was the shortest I lasted in a long time.  Guys said it was better when you sucked all the way, and I thought I had been, but it never felt like that!"

"I didn't last long either.  That was good stuff."

Ray noticed he was covered in sweat.  His hair was soaked with it, his shirt wet under the arms, across the chest and on his left side on which he had been laying while sixty-nining.  He was sticking to the hot vinyl.  "How long we got?" he asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and face, neck and hair with his shirt tail.

"I don't have a watch.  We better get back up front.  Or, I will.  When Chris gets here I'll introduce you, okay?"  Mark said, putting his wet, soft, tired meat back in his shorts and closing up his jeans.

"Sure.  He nice?" Ray asked, following suit.  He inhaled the aroma in the air.  The smell of hot vinyl, his own sweat and cum, and Mark's smells of sweat and spunk.  It was dizzying, wonderful and exciting all at once.

"Yea.  We're boyfriends, so don't tell him, okay?" Mark stated as he wiped his face and neck with his shirt.

"Really?  So you cheated on him with me?" Ray asked as he realized he hadn't taken his glasses off and the steamy appearance of everything was due to the smears and smudges on his lenses.  He cleaned them with another part of his shirt tail as Mark climbed back over the front seat.

"Sort of.  We both know we do other guys, hand-jobs and some sucking, but no butt-sex.  He don't mind if I suck a guy off or get sucked off, but he don't wanna know.  And I don't wanna know if he does, either.  So don't say anything, okay?"

"Sure.  We better air the car out though," Ray said smiling.

Mark seemed confused until he smelled it too.  "Yea, smells like sex in here!"

Mark put the car back where it had been, now with all the windows down, and after spritzing some cologne on the two of them and on the back seat.

"He going to wonder about the cologne?" Ray asked.

"Why?  Oh, he might figure out why I sprayed it?  Yea.  Hang on."

Mark messed with something in his lap for a few more seconds then the smell of the cologne got even stronger.  Mark dumped something out the window and looked back around at Ray.  "There, I had a bottle in my pocket and it cracked during the day.  I even got a wet spot on the pocket, see?"

Ray leaned forward in the cavernous rear seat and looked over the back of the front seat.  There was a wet spot about the size of a silver dollar on his right pocket area.

"I poured the rest out the window and put the bottle under the seat," Mark finished explaining, obviously proud of his solution.

"Should work," Ray said, smiling, starting to lean back into the back seat.  "Can I ask something?"

"Sure, what?"

"Well, the way you change in gym, you know, slow, and let everyone see, aren't you afraid you'll get found out as gay?"

"Nah.  No one thinks like that.  If you just act normal about it, like you ain't shy, no one even considers it.  And, last year?  Well, this asshole called me gay after catching me eyin' him, ya know?  So I said he was a fag for looking at me and I wasn't even lookin' at him.  He said I was a fag and I said fags don't kick guys asses and I jumped him.  Beat him good.  Coach broke us up, but not before I had him in a headlock and made him say he was sorry and it was a mistake.  Never had any problems after."

"Wow.  So you just attacked him?" Ray asked, a bit awed.

"Sure.  Better than letting him get the upper hand.  Chris knows Ju-Jitsu, taught me some, and I used it.  Plus, I dated a couple girls and everyone forgot about it all."

"Cool, really!" Ray said.  "I hope I can be like you."

Mark, already turned in the front seat to talk to Ray in the back, put his hands on the seatback and nodded upward, in that way he had, and motioned for Ray to lean back up.  Mark leaned closer, as if to share a secret, then grabbed Ray by both ears.  He planted a kiss on Ray's mouth.  Softly with his lips, but pressing in firmly.  He let go after a couple seconds, releasing Ray.

Ray was shocked.  It had been nice, but a surprise.  He felt himself blush furiously and leaned back into seat.  It was his first kiss with a guy.  Like this.  After sucking each other off.  Almost like real lovers.

"Was that okay?  I didn't scare you or anything, did I?"

"No, it was, uh, nice," Ray answered, grinning furiously.

"Don't take it the wrong way.  You just looked cute, and we, well, it don't mean I love you, just wanted to kiss you, okay?"

"Okay," Ray said, touching his lips with the fingers on his right hand.

"Here comes Chris.  He just walked out," Mark said, looking out the back of the car over Ray's shoulder.

When Chris came to the car and got in, the first thing Mark said was, "Chris, this is Ray.  He's a Freshman.  He thinks he's gay."

"Hi, Ray.  So you think so, huh?"

"Yea," Ray answered, blushing.

"I noticed him checking me out, so talked to him.  I thought we could watch over him, sort of mentor him, you know?  I told him we are, and that he shouldn't feel alone or like a freak or anything."

"Like we did, when we were Freshmen?" Chris asked, laughing.  "Man, we were so lost!  We both thought we were the only gay guy in class!  If someone hadn't noticed us and taken us under their care, we would still both be whacking off alone!"  All three boys laughed, then Chris asked, ""How old are you, Ray?"

"Thirteen."

"Just a kid.  Ever done it with a guy?" Chris asked as he started the car.

"Sure, a couple times..."

The ride home was fun.  Chris and Mark told Ray how they met an older guy last year who thought they were gay, how this guy approached them at different times and how they both were having sex with him when he introduced the two of them.  Chris was a Junior, taking American History for Sophomores over again.  He didn't ride the bus back and forth, instead he drove the big, old car.  A Plymouth Satellite with a 318 and headers, Ray learned before the ride was over.

They seemed like two normal guys, talking about how a new carburetor, a Holly six-fifty, would really put some balls in the car.  As they slowed to a stop in front of Ray's house, Tom was sitting on the porch, waiting for Ray.

Ray said bye to his new friends, told Mark he would see him tomorrow, and walked up the drive to his buddy.  The Satellite burned rubber for about twenty feet before Chris got off the gas, leaving a billowing cloud of smoke behind.

"Wow, I would never have guessed that car could even spin 'em, let alone burn out like that!  Who was that?  And why weren't you on the bus?" Tom asked as Ray got to the porch.

The car, yes, the car!  Ray thought suddenly.  He had never considered that Tom would miss him on the bus, or what to say should he ask, let alone that Tom would actually be waiting in worry.  "Mark wanted to show me his buddy's car.  Pretty fast!  Like it?"

"Yea.  Any car that can do that is fine by me!  Hey, Jon's weight set came today!  Wanna go watch him put it together?  Maybe if we help we can use it some!"

"Sure," Ray answered, following Tom over to his house, smiling widely.

Two days as a freshman and he already had three new friends. And two were gay friends to boot!  And a blow-job in the back of a cool car, from a nice, sexy, cute, older guy!  And no ass kickings, but one painful ass anyway, and that was his own fault.

He had missed talking to Jeff on the bus, but it had certainly been worth it.

Maybe high school wouldn't be so bad, after all, Ray thought again.

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