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Chris Loves Mark
by DKB
It was a gloriously sunny day at the beginning of the summer holidays
and Chris Burns had arranged with his friend Mark Halford to meet up in
the woods that day. There was a favourite spot where they had hung out
a lot when they were younger and Chris knew that Mark often went walking
there still, so he suggested they could go walking together for old
time's sake, maybe to celebrate the end of school for another year.
What Chris hadn't said was that there was something he wanted to tell
his old friend. It was something he would have to tell the whole world
soon enough, but he wanted to tell Mark first. If his best friend knew
and was ok about it Chris thought it would be easier to tell everyone
else. And there was something else as well, a fantasy he had had for a
while which he wanted to make real if he could, something for Mark,
something Mark might either love or hate, but Chris was willing to
gamble on that. It was utterly outrageous, even by Chris' standards,
but he decided he would go for it that day, if he got the chance.
He had got up early to get ready. He took a long bath, then gathered
some stuff together and took it up to their favourite spot in the woods,
where he expected the walk to end. Then he went to meet Mark. In
shorts and t-shirt they walked together for over an hour through fields
and woods. They talked occasionally of school and mutual friends, of
favourite movies, and of what Mark planned to study in college.
The two friends could not have been more different in looks and
personality. Chris was short and skinny, with an open, round face and
long, fine hair. At sixteen he had hardly developed and looked barely
into his teens. But he was gregarious, sharp-witted and thick-skinned.
His taste for outrageous behaviour and sarcastic put-downs made people
love him or hate him and he was fiercely loyal to the former and
couldn't care less about the latter. Meanwhile Mark was tall and
muscular with short hair, conventionally styled. He was a strong
athlete and an able scholar, but he was anxious and reserved. Shy, with
an unwittingly blunt manner, he made few friends and he worried about
what people thought of him. But he was as close to Chris as he was to
anyone. Casual acquaintance had turned to friendship almost five years
previously when, in their first few days at high school, a couple of
older boys had cornered the two of them and it was little Chris that had
lashed out and given one of the bullies a bloody nose. Mark admired
Chris' impetuosity and self-confidence while Chris liked being able to
make Mark laugh when others found him gloomy.
At last they reached the place where they had played together when they
were young. It was a small grassy clearing by the side of a stream,
surrounded by tall trees on all sides. No obvious paths led to it, but
if you knew where you were going you could easily slip between the trees
to find it.
"Hey," said Chris, "do you fancy a drink?"
Before Mark could answer Chris slipped behind a thicket of bushes where
he had concealed the stuff he had brought earlier. Amongst this was a
carrier bag with six bottles of beer in it tied to a tree and dunked in
the stream to keep cool.
"Alright!" said Mark when he saw Chris come out with a bottle in each
hand. "Cool!"
They lay stretched out on the grass and drank their beer. Then Chris
said, "Do you notice anything different about me today?"
Mark was used to Chris' strange games so he took the question seriously
and tried to spot what Chris might be referring to. Chris cocked his
head one way and then another, as if posing for photos. Then he kicked
his feet up and suddenly Mark saw it.
"Have you shaved your legs?"
"Yup."
"Okaaay." Chris was not normally very hairy. But nonetheless, it
suddenly seemed very obvious and Mark was surprised he hadn't noticed
before. "Er, why?"
Chris never gave sensible answers to questions like this. Asked about
any of his strange behaviour he always said, "Because I felt like it,"
or "Just because." But Mark just had to keep asking.
This time it was, "Because I wanted to." But then he expanded on his
answer. "Because I think it looks good. It really feels good. I think
I'll keep it up." In fact he had shaved his legs several times before,
but had then always hidden the result under long trousers. This was the
first public airing for his smooth look.
Mark laughed and said, "You look like a girl!"
This was not the first time Chris had been accused of that. A great
deal of Chris' outrageousness had consisted in stretching the boundaries
of what a boy could get away with. He had tried earrings, nail varnish,
even lipstick, also crop tops and capri pants. He had gone through a
goth phase principally, it seemed, as an excuse to put on make up.
There had been many urgent discussions between teachers and his parents
about exactly what constituted "appropriate attire". A lot of people
assumed he must be gay, even though they knew he'd only had girlfriends.
It had never seemed serious, though, and he'd always moved on to the
next outrage pretty soon. To the accusation that he looked like a girl
his inevitable response, repeated so often it had become a standing joke
between them, was "Yeah? Well, you look like a dork."
This time, however, he simply said, "Thanks."
"It's not supposed to be a compliment."
"I think it is. I've thought about this a lot. I really want to be a
girl."
"Er, I don't know what to say to that."
"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to tell you, because
it's going to kick off soon. I've got myself an appointment so I can get
referred to a specialist and if he says yeah, you're transgendered, I
reckon the school has to let me go as a girl. I know this is pretty
heavy, but I really wanted to tell you first."
"Um, I have to say, this is a bit difficult to deal with."
"I know."
"So you haven't told your parents?"
"Not yet. But they'll be no bother. They'll go along with anything for
a quiet life. If I get a doctor to say I'm officially a tranny they'll
be just fine with that."
"And Monica?" Monica was Chris' girlfriend.
"Nope. Only you know." Actually, he thought Monica must have guessed,
at least part of it. She knew he liked to dress up and she let him have
cast-offs sometimes. It tickled her to have a boyfriend who liked going
shopping with her. But she didn't know he wanted to go all the way.
"God!" Mark paused. "Wait. Is this...? I never know with you. Are
you joking? Or do you mean it? Do you really mean this?"
Chris jumped to his feet and smirked. "'Course I do. Look!"
He pulled his long hair into two bunches, tied up with a couple of
elastic hair bands from his pocket. Then he pulled off his t-shirt. As
with his legs, he had shaved his top, carefully removing every hair from
his arms and armpits, and the few that scattered his chest. He was
wearing a little bikini top, two flat triangles of material that
provocatively hid what properly didn't need to be hidden. The illusion,
he knew, was poor, but he hoped it might be enough to provoke Mark to
something.
Mark burst into tipsy giggles.
"What the fuck? Chris, you look like a twat."
Chris nonchalantly tossed his head. "I don't care. This is how it's
going to be now."
"Are you really serious? You think you're a...what...a transsexual?"
Chris shrugged. "I dunno. I just...I'm not going to be a man. That's
just not gonna happen. I've decided."
"That's not normally something you get to decide."
"Well I ain't normal."
"Hmm. You got that right. Anyway, what about Monica? What'll she
think?"
Again the shrug. "She'll be ok. We're really just friends now."
"But you still, you know."
Chris grinned. "Yeah, sometimes."
"Gah! I can't believe a fag like you is getting pussy and I'm not!"
"Heh heh! You need to relax. You're too intense."
Mark frowned. Not having a girlfriend was what he got the most stressed
about. "Girls think I'm a dweeb."
"No they don't," said Chris. "Listen, you're tall and sporty. And
you're pretty good-looking. You should have girls flocking round you.
Monica says you scare people. You're too intense, like declarations of
eternal love and shit on first dates. That puts people off."
"I can't help how I feel."
"Sure, but you have to turn it down a notch."
Chris sat down next to his friend and surreptitiously looked over his
firm body. Was this the right time? Suddenly he decided to go for it.
"Listen," he said. "Maybe you just need to, like, actually have sex
with someone and get it out of your system. So it's not such a big
deal."
"You mean, like, with a hooker?"
"No, with someone close to you, who's always liked you."
Mark looked over at his friend, skinny little Chris in tight shorts and
bikini top, and suddenly he thought he knew where this was going.
"You don't mean...?"
"Let me suck your cock."
"What? No!"
"Oh come on. Haven't you always wanted...? Haven't you always said you
wanted...?"
"Not with a guy! I'm...I'm not gay."
"That doesn't matter. Close your eyes and pretend I'm a girl. Or close
your eyes and don't think of anything. Just feel my lips on your cock."
"No." He shook his head feebly.
"Yes. You want to know what it feels like, don't you? I know you do.
Well I want to know what it feels like..."
"I thought you said Monica..."
"Yeah, but I want to know how it feels from the other side. I've tried
doing myself, but I can't reach. So, please!"
"I'm not going to suck you back."
"I don't want you to. I just want to do you, to do this for you.
Listen, I don't want to be your girlfriend. You don't have to take me
out on dates. Nothing gay like that." He laughed. "I just want to
suck your cock. Think about it. Whenever you feel horny you could call
me up and I'll come round and suck your cock. Your mum will be
downstairs and she'll think we're studying, but really I'll be sucking
your cock."
Mark shivered. "Oh Christ!"
He lay stock still, breathing shallowly, with a fixed, nervous
expression on his face, but he didn't say anything, or move a muscle,
even as Chris leaned over, placed his hand on the waistband of Mark's
shorts and then unbuttoned them. He gripped Mark's shorts and pants
and slowly tugged them down over his rapidly thickening cock and it
leapt up, pointing rigidly skywards. Chris took a moment to just look,
taking in Mark's fine, silky pubic hair, the soft skin of the shaft and
the bright red cock-head, already slick with pre-cum. He flicked it
gently with his fingers, feeling its springiness. Then he leaned over
and took a single lick of the briny tip.
Mark moaned softly. His eyes were screwed tight shut.
"Do you want me to stop?" asked Chris.
"Christ, no! Go on, get on with it."
So Chris made an 'O' and took the top of Mark's penis into his mouth.
And so there he was, cock in mouth. He wasn't quite sure what he'd
expected. He could tell himself it wasn't all that special. After all,
he had no actual erogenous zones in his mouth, no great tingling in his
cheeks. But on the other hand, when he thought of what he was actually
doing, and what Mark must be feeling, he felt an exquisite thrill and
his own cock was straining painfully in his shorts.
He put his lips round the little ridge below the head and licked round
it a bit. Then he pushed down the shaft, as far as he could go. He
felt Mark's cock touch the back of his mouth, felt himself start to gag,
tried to control it, but couldn't quite manage and had to pull up again.
Then he tried again to get right down and hold himself there a bit
longer. He could see himself practising this further in the future.
Then he tried to get a gentle rhythm going, up and down. He thought
about what Monica did for him and tried to do the same, to coordinate
lips and tongue, to keep his teeth out of the way. Then he firmly
gripped the shaft with his right hand and vigorously tugged it up and
down while gently licking and sucking the tip until Mark gave a long
moan - "Oh fuck!" - and an explosion of gunk burst into Chris' mouth.
When Mark had finished ejaculating Chris sat up, eyes sparkling,
grinning broadly, almost breathless with excitement.
Mark looked up at him and had to laugh. "Oh fuck! You've got..." He
mimed wiping his mouth. Chris licked his lips, then took a packet of
tissues out of his pocket and wiped Mark's semen off his chin.
Mark said, "Give me one of those. I'm all..." He gestured prissily
towards his middle, where his limp, but still inflated member was gently
oozing onto his t-shirt. Chris knelt down and coolly wiped up Mark's
spunk, then neatly tucked his dick back into his briefs and buttoned up
his shorts.
Then Chris leaned back on his heels, smiled and said, "Well? What do
you think?"
Mark shrugged. "I dunno. It was alright." But his silly grin told a
different story.
"Alright? Are you kidding? That was great! Wasn't it? Say it was
great."
Mark was blushing. "Yeah, alright. I suppose."
"It was the best blowjob you ever had. Am I right?"
Mark laughed. "Ok, yes, obviously. I've only had one. And that one
was the best, until the next time."
"Too right! You just wait. I'll be even better next time."
"Shit! So, are you my personal cocksucker now?"
"Sure. Any time."
"Oh, fuck! Give me another beer."
Chris went to get another couple of bottles. His erection was painful
and it had got into an awkward position, so when his back was turned to
Mark he tried to rearrange it in his pants. He was wearing a pair of
blue knickers Monica had given him that were full-figured and tight and
kept his dick under control. Even so he still felt like he was sticking
out and he found himself hunching over when he walked back, trying to
conceal the bulge. He handed one of the bottles over to Mark and sat
down again. They both took a long pull of beer and then Mark said, "So,
when are you gonna be a girl then?"
"When school starts again," said Chris.
"Just like that? Are you getting your bits chopped off over the summer
then?"
"Nahh! That won't be for years yet. But I have to start somewhere."
"Hang on. I just said about having your bits chopped off and you didn't
flinch once. Now I know you're serious."
"Heh heh." He shrugged. "I do want to have a vag, sometime."
"Sometime?"
"I'm not in a hurry."
"Shemale?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck!" His mind turned back to school. "So, anyway, what you're
really saying is, you're just gonna go to school in a skirt and tell
people you're a girl. Is that all it takes?"
"Why not? Anyway, I have to tell a bunch of other people first; my mum
and dad, a doctor. Hopefully he'll put me on hormones."
"But what'll people say? At school, I mean."
"I really don't care. A lot of people think I'm a weirdo anyway. This
won't make any difference. The first day most people will just think
I'm joking. The second day they'll think..."
"'Oh, this joke's getting tired.' The third day they'll be like..."
"The third day they'll know I'm serious."
"Yeah. But you haven't actually told anyone yet. Right?"
"I've told you, haven't I? I'm definitely gonna do this. You just wait
and see."
"Oh I believe you. It's just the sort of mad thing you'd really do."
He paused. "But, I kind of think, you know, that I'm going to lose you
now."
"Why?"
"Well, you know. We won't be able to hang out so much. People will
think I'm your boyfriend."
Chris made a face of mock-outrage. "Oooh! 'Cos that would be terrible,
wouldn't it!"
Mark laughed. "Nahh, but you know what I mean. It's not the same."
"Well, you know, in a few years, when I'm a famous shemale model with
big tits and all the guys want to go out with me you'll regret missing
your chance to get in early."
"Ha ha. Well, then I'll buy all your videos, if that makes you feel any
better."
"Oh, it does. I'll send you a signed photo."
"Ha ha. Thanks." He paused and then looked pensive. "You can't tell
anyone what just happened, ok?"
Chris was serious. "Of course not! Don't worry about that"
"It's not that I... I mean, I'm not ashamed. But, you know..."
"Don't worry. It's just between us." Then he jumped up. "Hey, I want
to show you something."
He skipped behind the bushes where he had put his stuff and changed into
a navy-blue miniskirt. Then he started on a dance routine that he had
watched a girl do on the internet. With imaginary music playing in his
head he strutted back and forth, shook his hips, kicked his legs and
waved his arms. When Mark realised what Chris was up to he laughed and
whistled and started clapping along in rhythm. Chris smiled happily.
His eyes shone. His ponytails bounced. He cupped his non-existent
boobs in his hands and blew Mark kisses. He finished on a flourish,
turning round, shaking his hips once more, then leaning over and lifting
his skirt to show off Monica's knickers.
Mark cheered and clapped and raised his bottle in appreciation. Chris
turned back round and sat down in front of Mark. A glance to Mark's
shorts showed a promising bulge developing. He said, "Hey, remember
that second blowjob we were talking about, that was going to be so much
better than the first one? How about now?"
Mark grinned and shrugged. "Um, yeah, if you want."
Chris gently pushed Mark back down on the grass, then opened up his
shorts and pulled out his cock. He held it in his hand and stroked it
slowly until it grew, seemingly to full erection. Then he looked Mark
in the eyes and said, "Or would you like to fuck me?"
A look of sudden panic crossed Mark's face, but his penis palpably
thickened and hardened yet further in Chris' hand, as if his eyes were
saying What the fuck? but his cock was saying Thank you God!
Mark opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but was evidently
dumbstruck. "You don't have to say a thing," said Chris. "Oh, wait, I
have to do something first," and he trotted off back to where he had his
bag behind the bushes. He pulled out a tube of KY jelly, greased his
finger and slipped it under his pants and into his back passage. Then
he strutted back to Mark, pulled his underwear down under his skirt and
sat astride Mark's stomach, feeling Mark's cock nudging against his
buttocks. He reached down and took hold of it and stroked the head
between the crack of his cheeks and over his arsehole and the base of
his penis. Mark's pre-cum combined with the KY to form a coolly
pleasing slickness, the area around his arsehole tingled slightly and
his erection was rock hard under his skirt.
Then he positioned Mark's cock at his entrance and bore down on it,
first gently, then harder, as hard as he could. He could feel it
pressing to get in, but it was surely too big. Things that had made the
same journey into him before included a biro pen; fingers, both singly
and in pairs; and the neck of a wine bottle, but this huge thing was
just too... Holy shit! He was transported into an impossible world.
Mark's cock could not possibly be actually inside him. But it was. He
could not possibly be having these almost unbearably exquisite feelings
in his arse. But he was. He felt a strong urge to push. He knew he
definitely didn't need to shit, despite every instinct telling him
otherwise, so he pushed, his sphincter relaxed and he sank all the way
down, burying Mark's cock deep inside him. He'd imagined he would feel
every inch, but it wasn't like that. Apart from a vague, pleasing
feeling of fullness the sensation was all concentrated on his sphincter.
The soft, yielding, but firm and insistent pressure of Mark's cock was
relentlessly holding it open against any effort to close it. An
unpleasant thought occurred to him, but he had to admit it was only the
truth. He felt like he was doing the biggest, longest shit of his life
and it felt incredible.
He tried sliding up and down a few times on Mark's shaft. With each
upward stroke, as it slid out, he felt an easing of tension. And when
he sank down again the sweet, exquisite pressure was renewed. Up and
down.
Mark seemed completely stunned. A dozen different emotions seemed to be
competing for position on his face. But then he exploded in
frustration. "Gah! No! Get off me, you fag! I can't!"
"What?"
"I can't...look at you! Get off!" He lurched up and pushed Chris away.
Chris leaned back and felt Mark's cock plop out of him.
"Am I really that fucking ugly?"
"No! I just... You're not a girl! You're a boy! And you're my mate.
I can't... Don't look at me!"
"Ok! I won't look." He rolled over on his knees and pulled his skirt
up round his waist, exposing his pale, hairless arse to the world. "But
you have to finish me."
"Oh Christ!"
Chris felt Mark's cock again at his arsehole. Mark gave a violent
thrust and a stabbing pain shot through Chris' bowels. He gave a cry
and collapsed forward onto the grass.
"Ow!"
"What?"
"Not so hard. First time, remember."
"Oh fuck it. I can't do this. I'm no good."
"No, please!" Chris was desperate. "Please fuck me. But gentle."
He got back up on his knees. Mark clutched at Chris' hips and once more
his cock pushed up against, and into, Chris' rectum. This time Mark
managed to build up his rhythm, slow at first, but steadily more rapid
and forceful. For Chris the element of not being in control of the
speed and depth of the fucking he was getting added yet another new and
thrilling element. As Mark pounded away the incredible sensations in
Chris' arse grew ever more powerful, threatening to overwhelm him. At
last he could bear it no more. He stuck one hand down to his cock and
tugged at it rapidly until he had the most mind-blowing orgasm of his
life and his cum shot out over the inside of his skirt. The feelings in
his cock were overwhelmed and transformed by the sensation of being
fucked making it indescribably different from his normal orgasms. He
felt his sphincter spasmodically contract against Mark's cock and then
Mark came and pulled out, ejaculating as he did so, partly in Chris'
rectum and partly down his thigh.
Chris collapsed on the grass, panting in ecstasy. Then he rolled over
on his back and smiled up at Mark. Mark was hastily stuffing his cock
back in his shorts and he looked anguished and furious and disgusted.
"What is it?" Chris asked.
"Don't talk to me you fag! I can't believe what you just made me do."
Chris had never felt joy turn to despair so quickly. "What the fuck are
you talking about?"
"Don't fucking talk to me. I can't... I'm off." He started marching
away.
"Mark! Don't go!"
Mark turned round and waved a furious finger at Chris. "I am not your
fag boyfriend, alright? And you better not tell anyone about..."
"I won't! Of course not!"
"You better not, 'cos if you do...!" Mark turned again and marched off.
"Oh Mark, come back! Please come back!" But there was no response.
Chris lay back on the grass and sighed heavily. He thought about the
afternoon, which had turned out both as well as he had hoped and as
badly as he had feared. And what did he have to show for it now?
Monica's knickers were all gooey, his skirt was streaked with cum and he
had a dull ache in his backside and a hole in his heart. He changed
back into his shorts, put his t-shirt back on and gathered his stuff
back into his bag. He felt too dispirited to do anything or go
anywhere so he idly paced the clearing, finishing his beer. Then he sat
on a low-hanging branch and swung his legs for a bit. He couldn't be
too disappointed. He had got what he came for after all. And Mark
would come round again eventually. At least, he hoped he would. In
fact, here he was. Mark marched into the clearing with a firm, fixed
expression, as if having come to some resolute decision. Without saying
a word he walked straight up to Chris, cupped Chris' face in his hands,
and kissed him long and hard on the lips.
For the first time that day it was Chris' turn to be truly surprised.
He felt his breath freeze in his lungs. He felt tears in his eyes. He
felt an electric pulse surge from his lips down to the root of his cock.
He felt a little explosion of joy in his heart. Then he felt something
firm pressing against his thigh. Mark was getting hard again. The boy
was insatiable! Chris smiled and stuck his hand down Mark's pants. It
was the start of something beautiful.
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