His curiosity now aroused, Mark rummaged through their closets and found a box full of magazines. So much for the twin 21-year-old stud's stated dislike of dumb muscle jocks.
Mark could see that he was inside the twin's bedroom and began to look around for valuables.Īs he explored the room, Mark noticed that the walls were covered with large posters of nearly-naked male competition weight-lifters and wrestlers dressed in skimpy posing straps. Once inside, he shut all of the drapes in the room and turned-on a small lamp. He forced open a pair of French doors that he knew had not been connected to the alarm system. Most of the lights were out in the house as Mark climbed a garden trellis to get onto the second story balcony. Mark parked his van around the block from the house, and worked his way through several back yards until he was standing on their rear patio area. Their parents usually went to the theatre that night, and the twins should be out getting drunk at one of the local night clubs. Who better to pay back than these two pretty-boy stuck-up jerks.Īfter casing the twin's house for a few weeks to learn the family schedule, Mark decided that a Friday night would be the best time to strike.
Both of the blond-haired blue-eyed dudes had been on the swim team at school, and had given Mark and the other wrestlers a hard time about being over-grown muscle-heads and dumb jocks. He decided upon the perfect target - the home of two of his high school classmates whom he knew were filthy rich.
Mark was a good athlete from his high school wrestling days, so he knew that he should have no problem climbing into second story windows to gain access to some of the fancy houses on the north side of town. So Mark had come-up with the idea of becoming a burglar and selling the stolen goods to raise cash for his future. Not to mention what his tough masculine father and cute baby brother would think of him doing such a thing. He cringed at the thought of displaying his macho athletic body in front of the tired old homo's that frequented the place. They paid really good money there, but Mark decided that he was no pansy faggot. With light golden-brown hair and deep-blue eyes, the 6 foot 2 inch, 175 pound stud had even considered becoming a strip-dancer at the local queer club out on the highway near town. Mark had been blessed in one way - he inherited his father's handsome good looks and muscular physique. Mark tried to resist the idea, but after a while he could think of only one solution - becoming a thief. But money for college or technical school seemed out of reach of the family finances. Mark found that he had an aptitude for computers, and wanted to pursue that as a career. Despite his brutal schedule of work, the young dude had managed to get fairly decent grades in high school. Many nights, the poor teenager cried himself to sleep in frustration.Īfter the now 20-year-old man finally graduated from high school, he struggled to figure-out what his future life would hold. All of this weighed heavily on the spirit of the otherwise out-going young man. He loved the young dude like crazy, and even though the kid was two years younger than Mark, the cute little fucker always made him proud. He also found himself becoming a substitute parent to his kid brother with his dad's frequent absences. Mark loved his father and he tried to help by working two part-time jobs while attending high school.
His father struggled to raise him and his younger brother Brian as best he could, but being a long-haul truck driver made it hard for him to properly supervise his young sons as they grew older.
When he was just 16-years-old, his mother was killed by a drunk driver in an automobile accident.