Marcus & Me

I would like to tell you the story of the most erotic moment of my life so far. It happened two years ago but I can remember every sound, smell and taste as if it happened only last night. 

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Maybe I should first set the scene a little. I was 17 at the time, and still at school. I lived in a small town where thinking about another man sexually is practically a lynching offence, if you are lucky! I had always loved PE in high school – not so much for the lesson itself, but for the locker room fun before and afterwards. There was one guy in particular; his name was Trevor. I always tried to get into a position where I could watch him get changed. He was incredible! Perfect body – perfect chest – perfect nipples - perfect legs – perfect butt – perfect buldge – perfect! I jerked off thinking of him all the way through high school, especially when I saw his dick after swimming practice one day – perfect! All I wanted to do was reach out and touch his enormous soft, smooth silky, hairy, tanned -

But anyway, that is kind of beside the point. I knew in high school that I enjoyed looking at men in that way. At about 16, I started to occasionally look after the lad who lived over the road from me. My parents and theirs would go out together and I would occasionally volunteer to entertain him, there was very little else to do. The boy you need to know about was aged 14. His name is Marcus. We shared the same interests, more or less. We both liked WWF and the same movies and computer games. I first noticed how hot he was when we got a very hot few days in summer. He wore these skimpy, teasing little black shorts. When he sat down, they ran right up his thighs. 

One of these nights, we were fighting each other on a wrestling game. He cheated and won the game. In a rage, I picked him up and threw him onto my bed. We started wrestling each other. At first, we attempted the moves we had just executed on each other in the computer. I chose to attempt a power bomb. In this move, you pick you opponent up, hold him up in the air, his legs over your shoulder and slam him back down. I did not try to execute the move exactly as it was done on the computer game. Instead, I forced him to lye on his back. I spread his legs. Those shorts had ridden up to his thighs again and I could see down his boxer shorts. I lowered my head towards his groin and grabbed hold of his legs. In an attempt to escape the move, he squeezed his legs together. The soft skin of his inner thighs rubbed against my cheeks and I felt myself getting hard. All I wanted to do at that moment was reach inside those boxers. Yum! 

We continued to wrestle each other for the next six months or so. It was great. I even developed my own submission move where I would tickle him on the chest until he gave up. I did this move as often as I could. I loved to ‘accidentally’ touch his lovely nipples. I would wrestle him and jerk off later once he had gone home. Unfortunately winter arrived and he no longer wore those shorts. We continued wrestling however. It got to the stage that he leapt on me as soon as we got into my bedroom. Occasionally, he would rub my crotch or my chest in the middle of a move and I started to wonder – does he want me? A strong answer came one night when we were in the middle of a ‘match.’ He had me lying on my back and attempted a submission move. He actually sat on my dick and bounced up and down on it. I went hard instantly and had to submit. I could not believe it; he had just bounced on my dick! It felt incredible.
In the few months that followed, he seemed to develop remarkably. He suddenly had beautiful chest and arm muscles and every time I saw his ass underneath his jeans or jogging bottoms, I wanted to tear them off him. I could not deny it any more; I wanted him badly. 

Summer came round again and out came the shorts and T-shirts. He reminded me of Trevor so much, who had now left school. Marcus had grown into a total, complete, utter hotty! He had short shaved brown hair and big puppy dog eyes. His upper body now seemed to bulge through his T-shirts and as for the shorts – oh my god! His legs were incredible. His skin was soft and delicious, it was always lightly tanned and the hairs on his arms and legs seemed to be permanently sun-bleached. He was incredible. I wanted him so badly. 

Another night came and he was visiting me in my room again. It was a very warm night. He was wearing those small skimpy shorts again and a very tight top. I could not take my eyes off him, especially those wonderful legs. We were playing the same wresting game. I hoped more than anything that he would cheat in that game. He did not however and I won. We had been sitting alongside each other during the game and, - half gloating, half couldn’t keep my hands off him – after winning I slapped my hand down on the top of his thigh. But I found that I could not remove my hand from his silky, warm skin. 

I moved my hand down towards the sofa, across the surface of his incredible thigh. I brought my hand back up again, touching his tight crotch with the tips of my fingers as I went. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I asked. He shook his head and closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip in anticipation. I removed my hand from his thigh and reached for his T-shirt. I stroked his cotton-covered chest before peeling it from his body. 

There we sat, Marcus was topless and I held his T-shirt in my hands. I had thought about this moment for almost a year. I threw his T-shirt to the floor and reached for his chest, I rubbed his nipple. I leaned in and kissed the centre of his hairless chest. His skin was so smooth. He tasted sweet and I did not want to stop tasting him. I continued to kiss and lick his wonderful chest. I paused and looked up at him. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I asked again. Once again he shook his head. I put my hands on his shoulders and lay him back on the sofa. I ran the tips of my fingers down his chest until I came to his belly button. I leaned in and gently stuck my tongue into it. I wriggled my tongue about and he loved it. After a minute or so, I removed my tongue and licked down with only the very tip. I arrived at the elastic waist of his shorts. I ticked underneath the waist-band. He sat up and pushed my head down hard into the front of his shorts. I reached for the sides and peeled away his skimpy shorts to reveal some tight tartan boxer shorts with buttons on the front. I leaned back up and threw his shorts towards his T-shirt. I crawled back up and placed his arms behind his head, revealing the beginnings of armpit hair. I slowly palmed his pits and went down with one hand towards his boxers. I kept one hand on his hands and kissed his neck and shoulders as I slowly undid the two small buttons on the front on his boxers. I looked down over his beautiful body. A tent shape had suddenly appeared at the front of his boxers. I continued to kiss his shoulder and undid the last button. I reached inside and lightly stroked the pole that was propping the tent up. He giggled a little as I ticked the top of his balls. I ran my fingers up and down his long silky shaft. I did not want this moment to end. I suddenly stopped stroking him and firmly grabbed his dick. He sat up again and threw his arms around my neck. ‘More’ he whispered softly into my ear. I nodded and gripped his dick even tighter. I started jerking him off roughly. He was even harder now and was kissing my neck. I removed his arms from my neck and lay him back down. Again I palmed his chest and ran my hands down to his boxers. I panged them twice before peeling them off and tossing them across my bedroom. I grabbed his dick again with both hands and started to jerk him off again. I kept going until he was about to cum. I stopped and removed my hands. I tickled his foreskin gently and looked up at him. He was breathing heavily his eyes were closed again. I waited until he had calmed down before leaning down again.

I gently touched his balls with the tip of my tongue. I slowly licked up and down his silky, tanned shaft. Eventually moving my whole mouth over the top of his dick. I moved down slowly towards his balls, moving my tongue over his dick and sniffing his glorious teenage smell as I went. It felt incredible. I brought my mouth quickly back up and he came down my throat. I ran my hands up over his sweaty chest and played with his nipples. I licked out his dick until it went soft and removed it fro my mouth. I kissed my way back up his incredible body.

I flipped him over and pulled his naked 15-year-old body in towards me. His naked ass was nestled against my hard cock. We did not have sex. Instead, I rested one hand on his chest and the other over his dick while he slept. I did not want this moment to end. We lay there of the cum stained sofa bed until I heard our parents opening the door down stairs. I resented them so much at that moment. I held Marcus close to me for another few minutes before waking him up, poking my erection into his marvelous bubbly ass. He quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. I sat back down on my sofa and jerked my self off, thinking of Marcus and the most erotic moment of my life, so far.