Seventeen

This is a true story. It just isn’t my story. Its rightful owner is a longtime friend that has shared his steamy tale with me so many times over the years I feel I have a rightful share in it, like a longtime stockholder or something. I would just toss it off as fantasy, if I didn’t meet the others who corroborated his version of events. I could twiddle my thumbs in the hopes that the meathead would sit down and write it someday. Or I could take matters into my own hands and write it down my damn-self, like I’m writing his biography, respectfully protecting the names of the guilty parties involved by gifting them all new aliases. I just hope it conveys just as well in my hand as it does in his voice.

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Seventeen was a magnificent year for Mark Henry Peters.

Of course, the story is as old as time with a lot of hormonal teenagers losing their precious virginity around this age. Mark Henry was no glowing exception. Because of his charming good looks and awesome build, it was sort of expected he would’ve been part of the first group to part with it. The kicker was the many ways he parted with it, along with the many people that walked away with their share of it that proved to be quite fascinating.

Mark Henry wasn’t like the rest of us mortals, feeling awkward in our changing bodies or unsure of our pending destinations post-graduation. He was ahead of the curve long before the rest of us even knew about the race.

Mark Henry was tall, dark, and handsome. He had curly black hair and clear, beautiful olive skin that smelled of fresh mangoes and the heat of cracked peppercorn. To rub it in, he was thick and solid with a light coat of hair that stretched across his broad chest and down his rippling torso that he loved to show off in a tight tee. That along with his rounded shoulders and muscled arms. The perfect presentation of new adult: old enough to get into the club (18), but not quite old enough to drink (21). But alas, he was only seventeen.

His path was carved crystal clear. His exotic good looks and his sculpted frame was going to open amazing doors for him and his platform under the blinding lights of a competitive stage.

His paternal grandfather was one of those hard, old-school men. He walked in on Mark Henry jacking off in the shower at fourteen. He reprimanded his grandson to let go of his dick and pick up a barbell, if he wasn’t smooth enough to get a girl just yet.

“I trust you won’t go fag with these. They served your Uncle Les well.” His grandpa snarled tossing him a stack of vintage powerlifting magazines onto his bedroom desk.

Mark Henry devoured them until they became insanely repetitive and put their lessons into action.

His transformation bloomed overnight. His body changed so fast rumors sprang up about him juicing, and soon the school administrators stepped in and made him submit to blood tests. When it was clear he was just genetically gifted, he was pursued by Coach John Seabourn and his staff to join the football team. Mark Henry had his reasons for declining the invitation, but he kept to himself and kept to his workout regimen whenever he wasn’t grinding at his janitorial job at the local gym.

Mark Henry’s seventeenth birthday fell two days after the fall equinox. He had put on his sneakers and gone over to his girlfriend’s house to share his big news. He was granted emancipation the day before, and he signed the lease to his new apartment later that day. It meant the start of a new life for him, at the death of them. He swore he tried to tell his girlfriend upfront. But she was more interested he was there, and her mom was not, and she had a hot pocket for him.

He stepped across the threshold a boy. He crossed back over a man.

He never laid eyes on her again after that.

When Mark Henry arrived at his new school to finish out his junior year, he was just the new kid that transferred. Outside of a handful of school administrators, nobody else knew about his emancipation. And even they were desperate for him to keep quiet about it. They understood the unusual circumstances he was rightfully granted it. They just didn’t want a run on the office every time a student had a falling out with their parents wanting to “divorce them, too.”

Mark Henry was too fascinated by his new world to really open up about where he came from. His new school proved to be far more progressive than his old school in every sense of the word. His new school started classes an hour later than his old school, based on new scientific studies that teens needed more sleep. It pushed the school day later, but it was a school most kids wanted to be at anyway. The classrooms were interactive. The teachers once worked in the field rather than just study it, or brag about “they got theirs” because they barely passed through their university to get their degree and subsequently their teaching certificate. The thing Mark Henry found excellent was that the teachers weren’t loyal onto archaism, in the name of learning the basics; they fully embraced technology. At his old school, Mark Henry had to ask permission to type up his paper every time to save a moment in his tight schedule. Here, handwritten assignments were accepted only if the students didn’t have access to a computer that day, which the state-of-the-art library were full of. Out of ink for the printer? Send it via email! Kids could leave campus and grab lunch at some of the nearby eateries, choosing to eat at the restaurants or eat at the park across the street from the school, with somebody thoughtful enough to bring a blanket to sit on.

At his old school, there were quiet rumblings about who was gay and who wasn’t. Here, there were openly gay teachers and openly gay students, and nobody batted an eye.

There was this openly gay kid by the name of David in Mark Henry’s homeroom that never contained his interest in the young stud.

Mark Henry didn’t lead him on. Mark Henry always quietly liked other guys, too, but men that seriously lifted like him never got his motor going, and this short, skinny kid didn’t lift a finger. Even so, even with this kid interested in him, Mark was in awe of a girl in his 1st period class. A girl he called the most beautiful girl in the world.

His flame with “the most beautiful girl in the world” fizzled out just shy of Thanksgiving. Nothing happened. The two just quietly parted company one day with no further discussion or explanation. The final confirmation of their end came with her moving on with a college guy with a car after the New Year.

David caught wind of Mark Henry’s breakup when it was first noticeable. Boyfriend and girlfriend weren’t sitting together in class anymore. Mark Henry was on one side of the room and the girl was on the other. David tried to help Mark Henry get over her by trying to get under him, if you know what I mean. Like any teenage boy, Mark Henry was a walking erection. He thought, like any other smart boy, he was covering it up by slyly sliding a book in front of it. David quickly caught onto this move, jumped in front of Mark Henry, and then stopped short of him every time just so that Mark Henry’s book would ram into his backside.

“You know, Mark Henry. If you know I’m going to step out in front of you and stop every time you put that book in front of it, you can freely move the book out of the way, and I’ll remove the rest!”

The six-foot-one seventeen-year-old half-suppressed his laugh at the bold invitation. He never really interacted with an openly gay guy before, so to come across one so brazenly forward about where Mark Henry could put it put a nervous smile in his crimsoning face.

His science teacher as well as the assistant football coach at the high school, Coach Merlin Middlebrook, listening to this exchange, was not amused.

The school was very progressive for its time. Its atmosphere didn’t allow for this weird thing called homophobia to gnaw. So that left Coach Middlebrook to play the straight, macho man role, in letting Mark Henry know that real men didn’t do that sort of thing.

Mark Henry might’ve bought into the coach’s words and straighten up for appearances, if he felt the delivery were genuine and sincere. But it didn’t. Almost like Coach’s words were perfectly scripted and carried the slight stench of jealousy in them for whatever reason. His suspicions were confirmed the next day when the slightly shorter, neat teddy bear of a man upstaged David in stopping short of Mark Henry with a book in front of him.

“Sorry.” Coach said with a slight smirk at the thud behind the book that bounced off his thick muscular back.

Mark Henry genuinely bought the excuse the first time it happened. Accidents do happen, after all, and this was quite a funny coincidence after what Coach said yesterday. But after the third time, Mark Henry understood there were really no coincidences. When Coach—Merlin did it again, Mark Henry dropped the book letting his covered erection ride the back of the thirty-three-year-old married father of three. The two grew so comfortable with this tandem walk that it became second nature for Merlin to lead him through the crowded halls to his next class without anyone noticing. Well, everyone except for David.

Mark Henry was elated. David may have been the first to put it out there, but Merlin had a big bubble butt, like two big globes that magically poured into his tight pants to show off his Brobdingnagian thighs and colossal calves, and this turned him on terribly.

“That phyne country bumpkin always taunting me with that phat ass.” Mark Henry growls lustfully grabbing his dick whenever he takes that trip down memory lane.

The battle between the two buns had to take a pause the week after Thanksgiving.

Mark Henry caught the flu and stayed out of school for two weeks, which ended right at the start of the two weeks they were going to be off for Winter Break.

Upon their return in the New Year, David returned to school with some new perspective. Mark Henry never shut down his advances, but David wanted more than this game play they had going on. He didn’t mind that Mark Henry wasn’t out. They could keep their thing a secret. He didn’t even mind competing with “That Old Miss Thing.” He just didn’t want to be strung along and played for the rest of the school year.  

Mark Henry confessed he liked David, but he liked Merlin, too. And it wasn’t so much one over the other, but with Merlin being married it was going to be what it was, giving Mark Henry what he ultimately wanted: No strings attached. “You want me to be your man. I have no problem with being your man. But outside of throwing you this dick, I don’t see what good I would be to you. I work and live in the gym when I’m not here, and I would never ever be the romantic you see with your artsy friends.”

Mark Henry didn’t lie. Mark Henry just didn’t tell the whole truth. Who wants to come off like a superficial prick? David was a thin attractive openly gay boy, but Merlin was a gorgeous thickset downlow man with a big, beautiful, rounded ass that Mark Henry couldn’t take his eyes from.

With David stepping aside, even the other teachers sensed the inappropriateness between Mark Henry and Merlin. “It wasn’t like we did anything just yet. But there was a couple of close calls where we were caught by some of the other teachers right when we were about to kiss.”

Then that day came.

Mark Henry and David failed to hand Merlin the memo that he was no longer competing with David for Mark Henry’s attention. Merlin sometimes would start petty fights with Mark Henry just to storm off like a frustrated little girl. Mark Henry thought it was because Merlin felt conflicted deep down. Not so much because of the obvious. Merlin was a devout churchgoing, country bumpkin that sometimes let his Southern Methodist Bible rearing interfere with his science class.

David told Merlin something. Mark Henry knows this because once he got in the stairwell, outside of the camera angles, where Merlin notoriously like to pick his fights, he surprisingly grabbed Mark Henry’s face and kissed him passionately and snuck a graze at the teenager’s cock. Mark Henry couldn’t find the words before Merlin handed him a business card. On the back of it was a handwritten note with an address, date, and time.

Thursday afternoon rolled around.

Mark Henry was standing there bundled up at the end of January in front of an old historic brick apartment building right in the middle of town. He knew from his early apartment search that the place was being converted into condos. Despite its dilapidated look, the small units were going for a pretty penny. And even if Merlin snagged a lease before the conversion, the rent would’ve still been too astronomically high for a family of five living solely off his teacher’s salary like he said.

The sexual excitement that kept Mark Henry going most of that day disappeared. He tried to blame it on the arctic cold air moving through the area, but it was this irrational fear of getting shit on his dick that overcame him.

I am here just to fuck him, right? He doesn’t expect me to return the favor?!

Mark Henry took a deep breath from this budding new fear. He didn’t see Middlebrook in the directory.

He then read the name on the card and looked for it again in the directory.

There it was.

Mark Henry pressed the button next to the corresponding name.

“Hello?” The recognizable voice answered.

“I’m here.”

Merlin buzzed him into the building.

Mark Henry snatched the weighted door open and stepped inside passed the unmanned concierge desk. It was only after the door closed behind him, he realized he didn’t get the apartment number. He thought about going back outside and calling Merlin back, but the blessing and the curse of this old eleven-story building was that it was a walk-up with a huge atrium and not many units.

“I don’t know how many flights I got to go.” Mark Henry complained after reaching the third floor.

He was punked by the first floor and their surname name plates in front of each unit only for the next two floors not to mimic the same detail.

Mark Henry was ready to walk back down the stairs and try this thing again when Merlin looked down at him over the wood railings in a tied white terrycloth robe with a glass of pale red wine and cigar in hand.

Merlin looked so damn good and sexy from that angle that any antecedent fears Mark Henry had melted away and the courage recharged red-hot through his groin jumping the stairs two-by-two. Mark Henry was so aroused he overshot by a whole floor thanks to Merlin disappearing back inside the unit he came out of. He was forced to jog back down to the eighth floor where the door was left slightly ajar.

He didn’t want to barge right on in. He’d seen enough Law & Order for this to possibly be a crime scene, and he didn’t want to spend the rest of his afternoon explaining to a nosey detective why he was there and why he wasn’t the suspect. His tension ramped up with every step he took through the stacks of unpacked boxes scattered inside the one-bedroom when a burst of relief shot over him. There, Mark Henry saw Merlin over in the lone bed facing the wall still in his robe folded over his haunches with his big, beautiful, rounded ass up and out.

Damn! Mark Henry bit the finger in his fist. For me?!

Mark Henry turned around and closed the door behind him and slowly approached the man in the bed waiting on him.

“Just gonna assume the position?” Mark Henry more stated than asked.

He wanted to reach out and touch it, grab it. It was there for him to do so after all, but it felt incredibly wrong at the same time. Coach Middlebrook was the married teacher who had a wife and three kids at home. He was the student. Merlin was thirty-three. Mark Henry was just seventeen and a high school junior.Emancipated, he reminded his conscious.

Mark Henry’s hands was on that ass pushing the robe out of the way before he was conscious of what he was doing.

“I take it that you like?” Merlin responded to the statement Mark Henry made, but he was so lost in thought, in what he was doing he forgot all about it.

Mark Henry nodded greedily. He quickly forgot that Merlin couldn’t see his face as his hands busied themselves across that big, smooth firm plump ass.

“Get comfortable.” Merlin offered.

Mark Henry knew what that meant. He stripped off his clothes with his cock raring to go in the just-right heated room.

Merlin reached underneath his chest and tossed a bottle between his big open legs. “I already lubed up, but it’ll make it more delicious if you do the same.”

“I see you’re no stranger to this.” Mark Henry said trying to sound smooth and adult-like, like he’s been here many times before.

Mark Henry had no problem opening the bottle. He just was unsure how much of this clear thin stuff he needed to rub on his cock for it to be effective.

“It’s been about nine or ten years since I last played around. We were still back in Texas. I swore to God that I’d give all this up if I got this job out here.”

“Good to know you plan on giving all this up.” Mark Henry cleverly remarked as he cumbersomely slapped Merlin across his big butt, watching a mild earthquake in slow motion.

Mark Henry got the amount of lube to slather on right, but he was captivated by the contrasting size of the flaccid cock and balls swinging between the big thighs in front of him. Since Mark Henry never played sports, he never got a chance to compare himself to other boys in a locker room. If he had, he would’ve known his circumcised cock was run-of-the-mill whereas Merlin was an uncut, not uncommon oddity in being both big in balls and stout in shaft.

Please don’t let him think he’s going to fuck me with that weird thing?

Mark Henry asked. “You’re breaking your promise just for me?”

Merlin then took a hard sniff out of this small brown bottle. “Have you seen you?”

“Have you seen your ass?”

Merlin turned around and smirked. “It’s yours. All yours. All you have to do is get to it!”

Mark Henry didn’t know where to begin. He just wanted to start fucking. He was sure, though, Merlin wanted some sort of foreplay, just like the three girls he had already nailed in his short sexual career.

Mark Henry’s inexperienced began to show. He knew nothing of rimming or sucking dick, or even wanting to entertain those options, if he did, and because of the position Merlin assumed, it wasn’t like Mark Henry could reach around and play with his nipples or kiss him back or anything.

He thought about just going for it when he suddenly felt something warm and wet spread over the tip of his cock. He quickly stopped. Mark Henry looked down expecting the worst. What he saw was that his cock was wedge into the top of Merlin’s crack. It felt weird to slide right in it, slide right over it. But after Mark Henry’s hands planted themselves on Merlin’s thick waist, his cock began to dance around the cozy dampness of his teacher’s deep fault.

There were a few false starts. Then Merlin reached back there and introduced the tip of the teenage cock to his puckered hole.

Mark Henry was startled by the tightness of it all. He thought the girl he lost his virginity to was clinched, but this was tense. He feared pushing into his teacher, fearing he might break something before Merlin sat back on it and snagged the head inside like a thief into the night.

“Oh shit!” They both moaned at the first hint of penetration.

For the boy, it felt like the first time. For the man, it felt like old times.

Mark Henry used the weight behind his cock and impaled Merlin, thinking his huge ass was a huge cushion.

“Easy now! Go slow.”

Mark Henry obliged.

His rhythm started off with no rhyme or reason, but he maintained a low speed with shallow strokes that were enough to warm Merlin all over.

“Uhn!” Merlin moaned.

Mark Henry was pleased.  He liked that Merlin was reacting to him, though he himself wasn’t feeling much. It wasn’t like Merlin wasn’t good and tight and wrapped like a vice grip around him. He was. It was just that Mark Henry was being so overly cautious, overthinking this, that he was lost in his head, not having much fun with this as he should’ve for a well-lubed, first-time ass rider.

“Uhnn!” Merlin sounded off again.

Mark Henry took this as permission to dive a little deeper. His pace quickening a notch.

“Uhnn!!” Merlin let out with a trace of femininity in his pitch.

Mark Henry went deeper. His pace suddenly quickened for a young man eager to get it in.

“Uhnnn!!!” Merlin let out again. Except this time, the very masculine coach let out a long, loud peal that clearly sounded womanly.

Mark Henry didn’t tamper down on his thrusts anymore.

“Uh! Uhnnn! Uhhh!!” Merlin shrilled like the trans girl in the hallway whenever she was overly excited about something.

Mark Henry was thrown off. Here was this manly-looking man sounding like a high-pitched woman getting fucked. Merlin was whimpering and moaning ‘til the cows came home, and here was Mark Henry fucking him hard trying his best to reconnect the disconnected nerves around his dick.

“Yes! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!” Merlin screamed out of nowhere.

This should’ve excited Mark Henry, but it didn’t. He’d never been called “Daddy” before and he worried greatly that he stumbled upon some deep dark secret Merlin had been harboring. At seventeen, he just didn’t know.

Mark Henry thrusts faster looking for this to end. He thought about faking his climax, but as he pushed Merlin from pain through pleasure, Mark Henry felt Merlin’s hole clamp down on him.

“Shit!” Mark Henry screeched. And at the last minute, he warned. “I’m coming!”

Mark Henry slammed into him and unloaded in the now wide-open ass, cleaning everything out of his pipes in three hard draining squirts. “Uhhh!!! Uhhh!!! Ooohhh!”

Mark Henry held still. His fingers digging into the waist of the man below him.

“Shit!” Mark Henry pulled out. His cock popped at top volume as he pulled out of Merlin and the creampie he left behind. Steamy white cream drooled down from the newly stretched hole over the big balls to join the hands-free nut Merlin unleased while getting fucked.  

Mark Henry still isn’t sure how he got from behind Merlin into the bed under the covers nor when Merlin retrieved a warm rag and wiped down his cock and left it freezing over his crotch. He does remember Merlin cuddling up under his arm and how hot he felt, realizing for the first time how big of a man Merlin Middlebrook actually was.

“I just wanted so badly for you to be the first after all this time.” Merlin mouthed to himself while tugging on Mark Henry’s nipples.

Merlin confessed the apartment belonged to one of his old frat brothers. The frat brother and his boyfriend had moved into town a month prior. His frat brother wasn’t keen on being the faithful type, so he bought another place to freely play with his living, breathing sex toys. Of course, Merlin was at the top of his playlist already being here in town. It was nothing to slide him a set of keys to let the movers in the day before with the promise of play today after so many years. Apparently, Merlin was the great wide receiver back at SMU. It was only later it was revealed that he wide received in more ways than one back on campus.

“If you don’t mind sharing me with him, we can fuck like this here all the time. It isn’t like any of us are exclusive or anything. He’s got his boy and his playthings. I got my wife. You can settle for David, but if I was you, I’d shoot for Torty [varsity football player]. He’s some gorgeous fresh meat and ripe for a dick like that like I was at that age.”

“Is your boy ripe for dick, too?” Mark Henry spoke of the apartment owner.

“He sometimes makes concessions. Though you have to be careful with him. Bend him over before he bends you over, or risk being another me, waiting for the chance after a decade.”

Mark Henry hopped out of bed. “The way you got in line, I don’t think you ever want to bend him over much less anyone else.”

“Careful now. You got a nice little tight ass back there yourself. Reach down and touch your toes. I want to see something.” Merlin winked.

“It ain’t never opened for business.” Mark Henry said unmoved.

“Alright then! A total top. I like that. Mr. Dick Only that really knows how to dick me.” Merlin rolled onto his back with his hands behind his head and his legs up and open in the bed obviously ready for another fuck.

Mark Henry was back out on the street in the cold making his way to a local restaurant to grab something to eat before he hopped the train home.

At seventeen, Coach Merlin Middlebrook was the first piece of man-ass Mark Henry Peters ever scored. If only he knew, at seventeen, his first sweet piece of dick was just around the corner waiting for him once stepped through the door of his apartment that very same day.