Seventeen

Mark Henry didn’t have much saddled on his precious little mind. He’d just scored takeout from a nearby eatery, and he was on the train heading home for the evening. I finally broke this dick off in that phat piece of ass. I’m sure to get plenty more of that when he and the apartment are free again. Mark Henry thought he’d feel something more than he felt; he didn’t. He didn’t feel happy or sad or glad or regretful. At the very least, he thought he’d fear turning into a flame now that he finally dabbled into homosexuality. But for the life of him, he couldn’t really get behind anything emotionally. Other than, after a handful of fucks, he noticed his cock felt different from when he jacked off with his hand to when he jacked off with a pocket pussy to when he dumped a load in a hole. Working his way backwards from the latter, he assessed that his recovery time was remarkably quicker. He was good after he left Merlin on the bed back in the apartment. He could easily go again right now if he wanted to. He wasn’t pressed. It was just an option that if he’d known earlier he would’ve weighed.

When Mark Henry arrived home with his food, he noted that the lights in his living room was on before he got to the front door. He started to kick himself about leaving them on again. Then he distinctly remembered reaching back through the door to turn the switch off before running for the bus. His second instinct was to be alarmed, and after he cautiously went in, rounded the corner, and saw the man stretched out on a towel on his bathroom floor and, at the time on the wall, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Putting in that overtime, I see.” Mark Henry said passing the open bathroom door and throwing his bag of food on the bed.

He walked back around to the living room to disconnect the phone and run the long telephone cord to the computer in his room to dial up the internet.

“Oh yeah!” Ric agreed working the wrench under the sink.

The curse of being an emancipated minor is that the rental options based on your income isn’t all that great because your income and skill level isn’t all that great. And while this apartment complex Mark Henry was able to get into was above the rest, it was as ancient as all get up. Keeping the maintenance man, Ric, and his revolving door of helpers busy with endless work orders on the old rundown place.  

“I see that your job freed you early…or is that you freed it?”

Mark Henry peaked back into his bedroom to see if he needed to redial or if the computer and the internet company were still talking to each other on the line.

“Oh yeah,” Mark Henry stood back in the doorway looking down at the tall man in his blue coveralls. “I’ve given them enough of my blood sweat and tears for one day.”

Not sure how this thing with Merlin was going to go that afternoon or how he was going to feel the next day, Mark Henry took the unprecedented step of taking those days off from work just in case.

“Can I get you something? Help you with anything?”

“Nah,” Ric sprang up swiftly, hardly avoiding the sink trap. But not before Mark Henry noticed the tent at Ric’s crotch that he didn’t want Mark Henry to see. “I’ll be out of your way after I get something out the truck.”

The six-foot-three stocky man hopped to his feet. Keeping almost bent double as he passed by Mark Henry to hide the happy soldier in his coveralls.

Mark Henry kept composed and then when he heard the backdoor open and close, he let out a giggle.

He’s really happy to see me!

Mark Henry was never blind to the genders admiring the medley of his many notable attributes, for one share or another. Ric was no different, apart from two major exceptions: One exception being that the maintenance man who hailed from Wisconsin was nervous around him for just being him, and not because of his age. Ric didn’t know Mark Henry was a seventeen-year-old high school junior. Who thinks high school student living out on their own? Seventeen years old, no less? Mark Henry just lets Ric believe he is a janitor at a gym (that works out for free) fresh out on his own, and with his looks presumed older and his paperwork together, he was legal. The other exception was that despite Mark Henry’s many available options, Mark Henry genuinely liked Ric, for him to engage the maintenance man in this natural flirtation they carried on—that is until the tall, twenty-four-year-old single father of two with the crooked smile went on full brick for him. Like he just did.

“As strange as it sounds,” Mark Henry says. “Ric was the first man I was mutually attracted to that I liked as a man, which is why I was so drawn to him like I was.”

After many of us laid eyes on Ric in the years to come, most of our friends joked that it was because Mark Henry favors other masculine men like him, and Ric well-maintained his masculine frame. That was a part of it, I agree, but it ventured deeper than that.

Mark Henry the boy was in awe of Merlin the man in their small bubble: Gorgeous older looker with a big, high sweet ass, even now, must’ve sparkled like a rare gem to a curious young man. Mark Henry the man would’ve never entertained Merlin the man seriously. Used him for a cumdump, probably, only if the top was in the mood, but not wasting the weeks Mark Henry had to pluck that ass. Even the lead up to that afternoon, Mark Henry knew full well that Merlin was rather immature. It could be disputed as the obvious seeing that he jumped in bed with one of his students. But it was clearly finite in other ways, too. Mark Henry was ass-blinded, as he has expressed a few times over that he could forgive the sexual conflict brewing inside Merlin, but all the devious digs he took at some of the openly gay students and soap opera ploys he used to threaten some of the closeted students at school was reprehensible. Even though Mark Henry’s character wouldn’t have freed him to discuss private matters outside of those involved, Merlin would’ve gladly told their business and licked the cum off his fingers while doing so, if it wasn’t for the trepidation of losing his career behind it.

And while David was quite refreshing, Mark Henry understood that the real reason he couldn’t go there with David. Despite their attraction, that attraction should’ve been built on friendship over lust. Also, Mark Henry saw the signs that those quirks of David he enjoyed so thoroughly could quickly grow into annoyances if they weren’t trimmed.

Ric was different. Ric was Ric, the best way Mark Henry could describe the Midwestern bumpkin. Whereas Merlin was short and stout and refined in Southern Hospitality. Ric was big and tall, and acted like he was getting ready to play in the mud again after he was done here.

Mark Henry debated stepping into the bathroom. He needed to take a piss. He finished and flushed by the time he heard the backdoor open, reminding him that the sink was unavailable.

“You’re sure you don’t want something to drink?” Mark Henry asked, looking the maintenance man up and down. It was freezing outside, and Ric had drops of sweat over his forehead that wasn’t there before.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Ric worked his way back under the sink in his weird bent double fashion.

“Okay,” Mark Henry walked away.

Earthlink was up.

Mark Henry could jump online and get lost. He could get to his food before it gets too cold or reheat it in the microwave.

Shit! I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. I want to eat, but I don’t have enough to pretend to offer him any, even if he wanted to chicken my offer.

 

“I said I didn’t want anything to drink. I didn’t say I couldn’t use the company!” Ric shouted from his place in the bathroom.

Mark Henry chuckled and made his way into the bathroom door.

Ric understood being social. They paid him to know how to do his job, not for the extra perk of being professional about it.

They talked up sports for a while with Ric fixated on college football. Ric admitted he screwed himself out of playing when he got his girlfriend pregnant freshman year of community college. He then added the nail to his college dreams when he got another girl pregnant with his second child.

“You’re still young.” Mark Henry consoled.

Ric rolled his eyes. “I’m down here with my aunt working two jobs with full custody of my two little girls. I don’t think school is in the cards for me anymore. Speaking of which, why haven’t you mentioned college or trade school or anything?”

“I’m getting to it.” Mark Henry spoke in half-truth.

Even though his grades were good enough for a partial scholarship of some kind, he didn’t see himself as a cog in the machine. While he told the judge he had his eyes set on a construction trade, giving the judge enough details to make it believable, his real sights were locked on competitive powerlifting by way of modeling and possibly escorting. Once he homed in on a style of seduction, he naively thought.

His ready answer. “I’m just going to spend this year or so focusing on getting up my paper. That way I don’t have to worry about finding a way to make a way when I got a little something put away.”

“The year to do so is fine. I just need you to tamper down on the ‘so’ part. You’re too smart not to be shooting for something that’s going to pay better than these crappy jobs.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Mark Henry agreed. Though, he was seriously considering becoming a personal trainer as a fallback plan. Folks liked to look at his body, and that was half the sales pitch.

Mark Henry listened to Ric talk some more as his mind freely drifted.

Though Mark Henry always quietly liked guys, it wasn’t like there were many guys he wanted to fuck him. No, he wasn’t trying to maintain this macho top visage, as much as there weren’t many guys that ever moved him like that. Only three. The first, John Seabourn, the football coach at his old high school. The real reason he turned down the invitation to play for his football team. Best case scenario, he lost his cherry to him. Worst-case scenario was that the man rejected and outed him in one fatal blow. The other was more in the fantasy realm of porn. This dude called Papi Songo from the Latino Fan Club camp. His reason for jumping back online. Thanks to the More Spanish Lessons VHS tape, Mark Henry walked into that apartment with a game plan for the high school football coach, only for Merlin to stay stationary in a position he wasn’t visually prepared to imitate. His hope was the scour the internet looking for a file-sharer who had a clip to mimic the position he fucked him in.

The third guy, of course, was this guy. Those were fantasies out there, but Ric was real and here, and the age difference were in the single digits.

Mark Henry chuckled again.

Although Mark Henry got what Ric was doing with the sink trap and should’ve finished up a few minutes earlier, he couldn’t stop from sitting up and having a full fledge conversation about nothing. It wasn’t that Ric wanted to linger. He wanted to get up and go as quickly as he could, but his throbbing erection wouldn’t let him lay flat on his back to finish up without being noticeable. So, he folded over his knees waiting for his current hard-on to die off.

Mark Henry tried to take Ric’s attention off what was going on, but after doing what he did earlier with Merlin, he thought he’d rip a page out of David’s playbook.  

“We’re both men. If you’re interested, I can help you take care of it.”

“Cool.” Ric stared up the wall. He’d been running his mouth for so long looking for things to talk about and words to say that it felt odd that Mark Henry said anything.

“I don’t think you heard me, Ric. I said we’re both men. If you’re interested, I can help you take care of that.”

Ric appeared intrigued. “What are you talking about?”

Playing naïve, I see.

“Whenever I had problems with ‘the south rising’ I’d throw a book in front of it, when one is available.”

“Yeah,” Ric agreed obviously turned on. “What man doesn’t?”

“You keep on sitting over yours to cover it up.”

Ric looked embarrassed.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. There’s this dude I know, and whenever I used to throw a book in front of it, he told me he’d take care of it for me. Let’s just say I’m extending that same invitation to you.”

Ric was stunned.

Normally, Mark Henry might’ve froze, fearing the unknown. Oddly enough, this was perhaps the most comfortable he felt sexually with any man up to date. Though the ultimate way to help him out with his situation paralyzed every part about him except for one.

Sadly, there wasn’t much pageantry that led up to the events that transpired in the living room, other than he didn’t want to go down to the laundry room to wash his sheets if he’d shot off like Merlin shot off in the bed beneath him.

Mark Henry made his way back to his bedroom to whip out this homemade concoction of baby oil and baby oil gel that made for a good jackoff lube and thought might make for a good fuck gel.

When Mark Henry returned to the living room, Ric was splayed out on the couch with his bare arms riding the back of it and his legs wide open much like his coveralls and his cock towering out of his lap through the hole of his colorful boxers.

Ric failed to say anything. He just licked his lips and played with his naked nipples, looking on at Mark Henry as he turned the blinds and swiftly stepped out of his clothes on his seductive way to him. Looking back on it, Mark Henry can laugh at the corny LL Cool J lip-lick Ric was imitating, but he really liked Ric to convince himself to think it was sexy as fuck.

“It was really cute before he straightened his top teeth.” Mark Henry attempted to justify his awkward youthful tastes.

Mark Henry wanted to appear more mature and more experienced than he was. Though his proposed technique of lubing Ric’s cock and riding him was a lofty idea for his first time, it wasn’t the kind of cock that newbies start out on without a proper warming up of his hole.

In Mark Henry’s mind, he thought he could just freely sit on it like the bottom on Papi Songo’s cock in ‘Rican-struction.

 

Powerlifters muscle through pain all the time, he wildly told himself, minimizing that pain was the going consensus for those being penetrated for the very first time.

Mark Henry swore he wasn’t being arrogant about this. Everybody has their limits. But at the same time, after Ric took some of the grease and fingered it into Mark Henry’s hole, Mark Henry quietly assessed an estimation of hurt that was to come. If Mark Henry had let Ric know what felt good to him and what didn’t—other than trying to take things as they came—it might’ve been far easier on the anal virgin than what it was.

Mark Henry climbed atop Ric during their brief foreplay. Ric lining up his big cock with the tight unknowing virgin hole.

The first thing Mark Henry noted was that unlike the bottom in the porn he attempted to imitate was the top was in a chair and the bottom was able to use the ball of his feet to impale himself onto the mighty sword with armrests being an additional buffer.

Mark Henry didn’t have that luxury.

He first had to figure out how to sit on it, either in a squat or on his shins. And even after he chose the latter, after Ric thrusted up, popping his cherry and stretching his ass muscles, Mark Henry sort of got stuck after taking the head.

“You good?” Ric inquired, using both his hands to slap Mark Henry’s ass hard.

Ric was no virgin to fucking ass. He knew all the tricks to fucking guys that had plenty of experience behind him. No virgins ever!

“Fuck!” Mark Henry cried out.

The slaps forced him to plop down onto the long cock like he was sitting on searing lava.

“I was wondering why you’re acting all scared of it.” Ric said looking up at him with greedy lust.

Mark Henry was split in two between the cock lodged deep in his butt burning like an inferno and this man toying to kiss him. Mark Henry made up in his foolish mind that if Ric kissed him he could get pass the sheer pain burning through him.

Ric nuzzled his neck this way. Ric nuzzled his neck that way. Ric kissed under his jaw; left, right, and center.

Mark Henry started to throw his ass back like in the films. Not to ride the cock or scratch for some relief, but in this strange way to get it out of his ass.

Ric grabbed his head and kissed him.

Mark Henry was encouraged.

“Man, you’re tighter than I thought you’d be.”

“What? You thought I would be a ho?” Mark Henry said, fighting through the pain.

“No. I never thought about you with me like this. I mean, I thought about it, thought about it. I just didn’t see it happening, like today or ever. I just…let me stop talking so I don’t wake up from this dream. Oh baby!”

Ric grabbed Mark Henry’s ass and brought him down onto him further. His balls hairs grinding and entangling themselves in ass hairs.

“Shit!” Mark Henry screamed through the water flooding his eyes.

“There you go! That’s it!”

“I’m really tight because you’re the first in this.” Mark Henry confessed afraid there was another level he had to go down.

“What?”

“I fuck dudes all the time.” Mark Henry inflated. “But you’re the first dude that I ever wanted to fuck me.”

“Why me?”

“I like you. You’re real. You’re you, and weirdly that crooked smile of yours is everything to me.”

Seeming as if the worst of the worst was out of the way, Mark Henry reached back and pulled his cheeks apart as Ric started to rock them and replaced Mark Henry’s hands for his.

After a while, with kisses and nipple bites in between, Mark Henry got the hang of it, rocking back and forth. And then Ric got control of Mark Henry, grabbing his wrists before grabbing his ass.

“I don’t get fucked.” Ric injected.

“I don’t expect you to.” Mark Henry kissed him.

Ric kissed back.

Mark Henry felt Ric’s hands reach back behind him. He thought it was a figment of his imagination that he was trying to pick him up. Mark Henry knew he wasn’t a lightweight, so for this repair man to pick him up and put him on the floor beside the couch like it was nothing cinched that this fuck was meant to be!

Ric had Mark Henry’s feet over his shoulders, and he leveled into him with greedy effortless strokes that built into this well-orchestrated concert of skin slapping skin.

“Fuuuccckkk!!!” Mark Henry howled as his hole slopped open on this wild ride.

Mark Henry’s ankles was in Ric’s hand as he power-fucked him for dear life.

“Fuuuccckkk!!!”

Mark Henry blacked out. He came to after he wasn’t being used as a fuck sleeve anymore, but still being fucked with great gusto that was more intimate than mechanical.

“What does it feel like? Me inside of you?”

Mark Henry caught his breath. Ric was glistening in sweat, wiping his brow. His chest heaved. His nostrils flared, like a man deep in his mission.

“You’re hitting this thing inside of me. It’s like you’re getting pass the ring and still hurts when there’s nothing to hurt….my channel feels fully stuff…and this thing you’re pricking against is singing ‘Hallelujah!’ in my head every time you pass by it. Like always…like your ass already carved out an open invitation to fuck again whenever you want.”

“’Hallelujah’ then.”

Ric renewed his fucking. It was powerful without being maddened.

“Aw, fuck! Fuck my ass!” Mark Henry screeched.

Ric slammed into Mark Henry. Mark Henry knew what was coming by the way it ballooned even bigger up his chute. Mark Henry expected Ric to bellow out his arrival, but Ric shuddered and stammered as Mark Henry felt his hole instantaneously milk the enormous cock inside and receive the piping hot spunk that coated his insides.

Ric was in a daze. He just kept thrusting and thrusting. First, knocking the last of his seed out of him. And then, as if he was doing what he was doing because it was the last thing he was doing before he lost it.

When he was done, he was done though. Sliding out of Mark Henry and looking for his coveralls to put on when they were wrapped around his ankles.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Mark Henry asked jokingly, helping the man put his arms through the sleeves.

Ric didn’t answer. Mark Henry was strangely pleased.

Mark Henry helped Ric to his feet, feeling the notorious rug burn everybody talks about.

“Yeah!” Ric puffed with Mark Henry leaning Ric against the table in his kitchen.

“What?”

“It was good. It was good as fuck!” Ric rolled over the edge of the table and found his seat in the chair.

It was like as soon as his butt landed in the chair, he woke up, sat for a second, and headed out the door to his truck.

Surprisingly, he made it through the parking lot with flying colors with Mark Henry looking out of the window to make sure he was okay.

Ric sat for a moment in the truck, cranked it up, and sat there catching his breath as it warmed up. After some time, he pulled off.

Mark Henry was so caught up in Ric’s wellbeing that he didn’t notice he was standing there butt naked with this wet stuff oozing down his thighs.

“This motherfucker just blew cock snot up my ass! And I let the fucking shit happened!”

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For those keeping score, our hero lost his virginity on his birthday to a girl he never laid eyes on again, and he fucked two more girls thereafter before the year was out. He’d just returned home after scoring his first guy, a guy that gifted him his first piece of candied man-ass, and then our hero surprised himself by gifting the maintenance man his own sweet backdoor cherry. So, with a woman walking away with his first virginity, and two guys corrupting our hero in different ways, what other virginity is left for our hero to lose? Stay tuned until next time!