A couple months back I was reading the January issue of "Box Office" and came across an interview with Marc Blucas. Marc was going on about being an All-American boy next door, and that filming his latest movie ("Summer Catch") reminded him of growing up. He went on to say that he had played baseball growing up, and how it was kind of his first love. He said he always led "in strikeouts, homeruns and getting beaned." I had to chuckle about that, because I was there one day he'd gotten beaned.
When I shared with the group the Marc had grown up near me, I knew I was opening a hornet's nest and Mafisto called me on it. I wasn't going to say any more about Marc, but the more I thought about it the more I thought what the hell. We're all friends right? Hell, I've already told you that I've used alcohol and sleeping pills in efforts to seduce people, so why shouldn't I share with you all my tale of meeting Marc Blucas back before any of us knew he'd be the star of our wet dreams.
The year was 1988. It was the summer before my senior year of college and I'd driven up to Erie to do some shopping. That shopping included stopping by Eastern Books, the adult bookstore on 12th to pick up the latest issue of "Jock Magazine". I had always wondered about those back stalls with the movie booths, but even to this day I've never gotten up the nerve to investigate them.
Having made my purchase I decided to take the long way home and stop by my cousin Rick's place in Girard and say hello. Rick had a cute son Chad who was six years younger than me, who sometimes made my jerkoff fantasies. I figured it be nice to say hello, and then on the drive home I could pull of and wank to my new magazine and the memory of seeing Chad.
Pulling into the driveway, I wasn't sure anyone was home. I was wrong though as Rick's wife was home and told me that Rick was working and Chad had gone down to the ball field to play a pick up game with some of his friends. She gave me directions, and I hoped back in my Mercury LN-7 and sped over to the ball field. I was so psyched because I was hoping some of the guys would be topless, and I'd get to see some nice firm abs and pecs.
As I pulled into the lot, I knew I was going to have to keep myself in control. The playing field was full of young studs who were in various amounts of undress. One guy in particular caught my eye. He looked to be around seventeen or eighteen, but I was always a bad judge of age. He looked to be about six feet tall, and had the most beautiful blue eyes that I could see even from a distance. His hair was windblown and I just stared as he wiped his brow and then chest with his t-shirt. Oh, how I wished I could've done that for him.
Getting out of my car, I spotted my cousin in the field and walked over to the fence behind his bench to wait until the inning was over. I was hoping Chad would introduce me to the young god, but I had to keep myself under control as no one in my family knew that I swung both ways...except for my cousin Travis but that's another story.
Finally the inning was over, and Chad made his way over to the bench. "Chad! Long time no see!"
"Todd?! What are you doing here?"
"Just in the neighborhood and thought I'd say hello. Your mom told me you were down here."
"Cool. I'm up to bat next, but I'll chat with you later."
"Okay," I said as I climbed three rows up in the bleachers so that I could get a good view of all the teen men on the field. There were a number of hot young dudes, but my eyes kept travelling back to the bare tanned back of the young man sitting on the bench with his arms stretched out on the fence. He looked familiar to me but I couldn't quite place where from.
Chad hit a grounder to left field and made it to first base. It was then that the object of my affection stood up and grabbed a bat. His form was perfect, and I'm not talking his batting stance. I didn't see an ounce of fat on him, and the only fault I could see was that his chest was bare of hair.
The first throw was a curve that the catcher had to lean to catch. "Ball One."
I watched as the batter leaned in expecting another curve pitch, and that's exactly what was thrown. The ball curved alright, but instead of away from the stud it curved straight for him. He saw the ball coming and tried to duck to avoid it, but the ball struck him right in the head.
I was stunned. My Apollo of the Ball Field was laying face down on the ground and he wasn't moving. The catcher was the first to reach him and turn him over as all the others came running in. I ran down and jumped the fence to see if I could help.
"Step back please, give him some air," I said as I pushed my way through the players. "Let me see. I've got medical training," I lied having completed no more than my CPR certification but wanted to be the one to give mouth-to-mouth if necessary.
The crowd parted and I leaned down to look at the fallen god. His eyes were closed and already the side of his head was beginning to swell and bruise. That baseball had to have been doing some speed to have had this impact. I reached down and used my fingers to open his right eye and was taken aback when he opened his other and stared right into mine. "Are you okay?" I asked as I let go of his eye.
"Head hurts, but I think so." What a beautiful voice he has I thought to myself.
"Let me help you up," I offered as I reached both my hands under his shoulders and helped support him as he sat up. My hands slipped into his damp hairy armpits and I imagined licking the sweat off them later when I was having my wank. He shook his head a couple of times before he pulled his feet up and began to stand with me still supporting him from behind.
At first he seemed okay, but just as I was pulling my hands away from his naked torso, he became dizzy and started to fall backward. I took a step forward catching him against me as two of his friends rushed over to help support him. "Sorry champ, looks like your done for today."
"Yeah Marc, let's get you over to the bench," said one of the young studs as he guided Marc off me and toward the bench. I finally knew the guy's name, but still there hadn't been a formal introduction. I followed them over to the bench, where another young man offered Marc some Gatoraid. Marc took a swig, but again became dizzy as his head was tilted back.
"Maybe you should go home," suggested one bright player.
"How asswipe?" said another player as he punched the first one in the arm.
"I can take him," I volunteered to this group of young men who I'd never seen before other than my cousin.
"This is my cousin Todd," said Chad to the group. "You sure you want to? You just got here."
"I've gotta head back home anyway, so I'll just drop him off on the way. Besides, it looks like he's got a mild concussion and he needs to get in out of this sun."
"That okay with you Marc?" Chad looked at Marc who just nodded his head. Inside I was jumping for joy at getting this stud into my car where his musky scent would linger long after I dropped him off. My wank session was going to be awesome.
The same two guys helped Marc walk over to the passenger side of my car, while Chad and I shook hands and he filled me in on where Marc lived. It really wasn't that far out of my way as I would already be heading down Tannery to catch 832 and 98, and the road he lived on was the other fork of the "Y" that I would hit.
As I started pulling away, I waved at Chad and the other guys and smiled at my good fortune as well as Marc's. One of his friends had tossed his tshirt into the back of my car, and I had already made plans to keep it as Marc seemed in no state to even notice. I took my time on the drive enjoying the view of the teen god beside me. His tanned skin glistened with the sweaty sheen that he'd developed while playing ball. I wanted to lean over and taste him, but I knew I had to remain hands off.
"So Marc, this happen to you often?" I asked trying to lighten the mood.
He looked over at me with those blue eyes and a cock-eyed smile. "Yeah actually."
I turned back to watch the road because I knew I'd throw a rod if I kept looking at him. "Sucks to be you."
He laughed. "So what's your story dude?"
"Me? I'm Chad's cousin. Stopped by to say hello on my way back to Meadville."
"That's cool."
"This the road?" I asked pointing to the fork to the left.
"Yeah, it's just up a ways."
Within moments I was pulling into the driveway to his home. I shut off the car and headed for the passenger side in order to help Marc in. "Thanks man," he said as he leaned against me as we walked to the side door and into the house.
It was late afternoon, and the house was empty. I could see pictures of Marc on the wall and a collection of trophies. That's where I'd seen him before. Marc was frequently on channel 24's sports news for the Girard basketball team. I remembered seeing him and wishing he'd been a wrestler instead.
Marc made his way into the kitchen and offered me a soda from the fridge. "No thanks man. Your folks around?"
"Nah, they'll be back later," he said looking at the clock on the wall.
"Damn. I don't feel right about leaving you here alone. With your concussion, something could happen."
"That's alright dude. Go ahead and take off. I'll be o..." Marc fell forward not completing his sentence. I dove forward and caught him in my arms, but his drink fell and splattered the floor. Marc's head was right in my crotch, and I was so glad that I didn't have a boner at that moment, but I knew I'd have to get him off me quickly if I didn't want to spring one.
Marc regained his facilities and lifted himself up and off me. "Guess I was wrong," he said as he grabbed the mop to clean up his mess.
"Let me do that," I said taking the mop from him. "Why don't you just sit down and relax for a bit."
Marc didn't listen, but instead leaned against the sink and watched as I mopped the floor. As I finished, Marc stretched his arms above his head and yawned. "I need a shower," he said as he began walking toward the stairs.
I followed him and watched his sweet ass as it moved back and forth in his tight shorts. How I would love to have grabbed it right then and thrust my tongue up his ass. I followed Marc to his room where he kicked off his shoes and socks, and then shucked his shorts. He was wearing a white BIKE jock strap with a nicely filled pouch. I glanced around the room, trying not to look at Marc who didn't seem to care that I was there. "Be back in a few," he said as he brushed past me on his way to the bathroom.
I heard the shower start and the curtain pull shut, so I looked out of Marc's room and saw he'd left the door to the bathroom wide open. I walked over and stood outside the bathroom. I figured if he had wanted privacy he'd have shut the door. "You're quite the ball player," I said loud enough to be heard above the rushing water.
"Guess so."
"Come on. Baseball, basketball, football. You've done them all and you've done them all well. I wish I had even a third of your skill."
"Hah."
"I'm serious. I suck when it comes to most sports."
"You just need a good coach and some practice."
"I don't know. I think you're born with the ability and no amount of training can change those natural boundaries."
"Todd?" said Marc, his voice sounding different.
"Yeah?"
"Don't feel well." I rushed into the room as Marc started to pull back the shower curtain. He was slipping back into his fugue state, and I got there just in time to support his naked wet body before he fell and hurt himself.
I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was holding a sexy nude young man in my arms, and he wasn't putting up a fight. I could feel my dick hardening in my shorts, and I knew I had to do something before he snapped out of his semi-conscious state and discovered it. "C'mon Marc. Stand up!"
To my surprise Marc did as I said. His eyes were still glazed over, but he was supporting himself as he stood in the shower. I didn't know what to make of it at first. I took a step back and stared at Marc who stood there naked and perfect just like Michelangelo's David. His body showed the strength and musculature of the athlete that he was. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander of every inch of his body including the nicely formed pubic bush that surrounded his thick five inch cock which hung down along with his golfball sized testicles.
"Turn around," I said snapping out of my own trance as I realized what he must be thinking of me staring at his cock. Marc turned around and showed me his bare ass which I'd wanted to touch and taste earlier as I watched it in front of me coming up the stairs.
"Marc?" I asked tentatively still wondering just what was going on. When he didn't answer, I leaned into the shower and looked at his face. His eyes were completely glazed over, and it began to make sense. I had always known those psych classes would pay off some day, as I realized that Marc's concussion had left him in a suggestive state. He wasn't really awake, though his mind would react to commands.
I was tempted. I really was, but I wasn't sure how long this would last and what he would remember. Besides, I had to be at least four years older than him, and he was still a minor. I'd still have some fun, but it would have to be hands off.
"Marc, turn back toward the water," I ordered and he followed the command.
I reached down and picked up the bar of soap. I placed it in his left hand, and said "Lather up."
Marc rubbed the soap between his hands and then began circling his hands on his chest. He lifted one arm and then the other as he lathered his armpits and arms. He bent over and lathered each leg in turn and then came back up to finish his chest.
"Pay particular attention to your nipples," I said not louder than a whisper as I wanted to give myself a chance to say he didn't hear me right if he was really awake and faking or if he came out of it. His hands moved straight to his nipples and he began rubbing each of them in circles with his fingers. I could see the nubbins begin to raise up and become hard to his touch, and his eyes began to droop to half shut.
"Don't forget your privates," I whispered as I positioned myself for a better view. While his left hand continued to stroke his right nipple, Marc's right hand moved down his chest over his belly button and down the glory trail to his bush. His hand moved up and down over his cock and balls with his cock passing between his middle and ring fingers.
It wasn't long before what had been a soft five inch cock was growing hard and longer. Without measuring it looked to be almost eight inches, and jutted up toward the shower head at about a forty-five degree angle. Marc had leaned his head back and his eyes were now fully closed.
I wanted to touch it. I wanted to taste it. Nothing beats the taste of virgin meat, but I didn't want to risk it. For all I knew his parents would be home any second and the last thing I'd want is to be caught with Marc's schlong down my throat.
The lather from the soap had all washed off from the water which rolled down his silken tanned skin. Marc continued to rub his nipple while his other hand moved up and down, his palm pressed against each ball in turn and his thumb just barely brushing the shaft of his cock.
It was a sight I will remember my whole life, and a moment I never wanted to end. I leaned in to Marc's ear and said "Turn toward me." He pivoted toward me, his cock now pointing in my direction. I was tempted. Believe me, if he had been of legal age, I would've been on him in a heartbeat. But since this is the U.S. and not the U.K., I wasn't about to risk it.
"Go ahead," I whispered. "You know you want to. Do it. Stroke it." Marc took a deep breath and then wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock. I leaned down and watched as his hand moved up and down the thick shaft which pulsed with his heartbeat. Marc's mouth opened and he began breathing through it while he beat his meat.
Marc took his time as he pumped his fist up and down the turgid shaft. His other hand stopped stroking his erect nipples and moved up his chest, along his throat to behind his neck so his head was somewhat propped against his arm. He began to arch his feet and his back, so that his hips thrust forward pointing his cock straight at me. I moved forward, my eyes growing wide as I looked straight into his gaping slit my mouth open wide.
The first volley of cum caught me by surprise and hit me just above my mouth. I repositioned in time to catch the second burst right on my tongue. It was salty sweet and thick like a milk shake. Three more wads made their way into my mouth, each with less force than the first. I leaned in closer, sticking my tongue out so that it was right below his glans and I could catch every drop.
Marc's hand had slowed, and I could tell he was squeezing tighter to milk out the last drops. I swallowed what I could while keeping my tongue extended. Marc lurched forward as he came down off the arches of his feet and his cock slid across my extended tongue. I jumped back and watched his face closely to see if there was any signs of consciousness, yet his eyes remained closed.
I licked Marc's first blast off my upper lip and then wiped it with the back of my hand. My hard cock was leaking in my shorts, but now wasn't the time to deal with it. I said in a normal tone, "Finish your shower Marc." He turned and let the cooling water rush down his front taking the last traces of his joy juice down the drain.
Marc leaned forward and shut of the shower, his eyes still closed. I picked up a towel and nudged his hand with it. He took it and dried his body while I watched. His cock was still half hard as he dried it, and I wondered if he might be willing to go again. He took extra time drying his ass, making sure it was dry between his cheeks and forward to his balls.
When I was sure he was dry, I reached down and picked his jock strap up from the floor and stuck it in my pocket. I took the towel from him and hung it back on the rack, and then said "time to get dressed stud." Marc stepped out of the shower, and opened his eyes part way. He walked from the bathroom back to his bedroom where he slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Then he stood there still entranced.
I have to admit as much fun as I was having, I was beginning to worry about him. I knew that concussions were serious and he could slip into a coma if not awakened every so often. I'd had my fun, and it was time to see the fallout. But then I had an idea. We'd had a hypnotist at the college one Friday evening, and as I'd always been fascinated by hypnosis I'd studied his techniques quite a bit. I decided to implant a keyword into Marc, so that I could send him back to this state if I ever wanted to do so again.
"Marc, listen closely to me. I want you to remember the state you are in right now. When you hear me say the word 'Schooner' you will return to this state and obey my commands. Do you understand?"
Marc's mouth quivered, but then he said "Yes."
"Repeat it. What do you understand?"
"When you say the word 'Schooner' I will return to this state of mind and obey your commands."
"Very good Marc. I'm going to count backward from three and when I get to one, you will wake up and have no recollection of having been in this state. You will remember showering, and feel better now that you are clean. You won't remember anything else that has happened unless I say the word 'Schooner'. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Three. Two. One." I crossed my fingers.
Marc's eyes opened wide and he stretched before moving toward me. "I feel a lot better now."
"That's good," I said not sure if my suggestions had worked.
"Thanks for hanging around, but I'm feeling guilty about keeping you from heading home."
"That's okay Marc, I don't mind. Besides I wouldn't want you to pass out or something before your folks get home."
Marc guided me back down the stairs to the kitchen. Just as we were sitting down, the door opened and a middle aged man entered the room. "Dad!"
"Hey Marc, who's your friend?"
I stood up and extended my hand. "This is Todd. He gave me a ride home after I got beaned."
"Nice to meet you sir."
"Same here," said Marc's father as he checked out the bump on his son's head.
"He was unconscious for a while, and has had some dizzy spells sir. I expect he has a concussion. I didn't figure it was safe to leave him here alone."
Marc's dad turned back to me and said, "I appreciate that Todd. You from around here?"
"No, I'm from Meadville. My cousin Chad lives around here though, and I offered to take Marc home since you were barely out of my way."
"Awful kind of you."
"Like I said, it was on my way and speaking of on my way, I really should be going now that someone's home now," I said as I decided not to press my luck. "Good luck this fall Marc on the field and court. I'm sure I'll see you on the news."
"Thanks," said Marc as he got up to shake my hand.
"You've got a great kid here, Mr...?"
"Blucas."
"Nice to have met you," I said as I stepped threw the door and back outside.
"See ya 'round," said Marc as he waved to me while I walked toward my car. I smiled and waved back, as I hopped in and started the car. Marc stayed by the door, while I pulled out of the driveway and then I could see him no longer as I drove away. But I had two souvenirs from the day, a sweaty t-shirt and a sweaty jock strap.
A few miles down the road I pulled off onto a field access road and dropped my drawers. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load all over the steering wheel while sucking and smelling Marc's used jock. After cleaning up, I headed home.
So there you have it, my tale of first meeting Marc Blucas from when he wasn't known by the world but only by those of us who grew up in northwest Pennsylvania. There's more tales to tell, but I'm going to go dig out that tshirt and jock and relive a memory.