by Keith Hernandez
Chapter 2
I avoided Mark like the plague after the blow job. I was haunted by it for days and weeks and worried about people finding out, but nothing changed at all. I got more comfortable with it. I knew I wasn't gay, I just chalked it up to a one time thing. I tried anyway.
The thing was, I still liked Mark--he was still cool. I couldn't avoid him at work forever, and when we did hang out, up at the cash register or at the ticket stand, things were fine. If anything, he treated me better, treated me more as an equal, which boosted my teenage self-esteem.
A couple times he did ask if I wanted to hang out, but I didn't want to have to to suck his dick again. So I made up an excuse and said no. But mentally, I began to hedge a bit. Maybe we could just hang out, and nothing else, I would think to myself.
Of course, the problem was that I was only 18 and still very shy. I lacked the self-confidence to assert myself or set boundaries. Before too long, I caved in.
I ended up hanging out with him one more time and just hoping that I didn't have to suck his dick. But of course, the first time we got together again he managed to get me alone, and it was instantly obvious he had designs on me. He touched my neck and cheek and got super close and kind of pulled me aside in his garage (we met after work with some other co-workers).
Soon the crowd thinned out and I wanted to leave but he coaxed me into his house and suddenly, we were alone. He acted casual when I asked where everyone else went.
"They must have gone home," Mark said. "I think a bunch went over to Brian's place, his folks are gone. You want to go there?"
I did, but I didn't want to get back in his car. So I tried to leave but he had some new music we had talked about, and I went with him into the living room to find it. We ended up down in his bedroom to play it.
Oh boy. Now I was alone with him in his room. And he rubbed my shoulders and had me sit on the bed. And then, of course, he pulled me to him and started kissing me.
It was, in my opinion, grosser than when I sucked him off. I hated his lips and the stubble and his tongue in my mouth. I pulled away as much as I could but he was pretty strong and he kind of just kissed me and frenched me whether I wanted it or not. I struggled, but not so much as to make a scene. Mark didn't say anything, he just kind of slid me off the side of the bed so I was on my knees in between his legs.
For some reason, I didn't run or say anything as he slid his zipper down and produced his large, stiffening cock. It curved up out of his pants, and in the better light of his bedroom I could see his big cock-head and the big vein running down the side. It was right below my chin, the penis that I had sucked in the front seat of his car. Mark pushed his pants down further, which I don't know how he managed, since he was holding me in place at the same time.
