I met the immature, straight seventeen-year-old Mark through Roger. Mark built paper airplanes in my living-room and launched them from the window. A plane flew into a neighbor’s residence, and he knocked on my door to complain.
I disliked Mark, one of those characters you see coming and roll your eyes, but remained polite.
Roger obsessed over Mark and waited for him to turn eighteen. Roger dreamed of sucking Mark’s cock and swallowing his cum.
I impressed Mark with my expert knowledge in graphic and web design. He latched onto me and needed me teaching him.
Mark turned eighteen before Christmas, and Roger wanted his cock.
Roger asked, “Can me and Mark chill at your place the evening before new year’s? You realize he can drink now, right? You know what a straight guy is like after six beers.”
Not too fond of being the babysitter, I also disapproved of Roger using my apartment to pursue his straight boy fantasy. Roger possessed powerful influencing skills and gave me a blowjob when he asked. I agreed, but regretted my decision after I shot in his mouth.
Mark arrived first and brought himself, only himself, and no drinks or eats. Did I say he only brought himself? I grinned and welcomed him.
Mark’s body odor hinted of freshly washed linen, fabric softener, light cologne, and scented body wash, and I experienced my first arousal for him.
He lounged on the sofa and discovered my porn video collection, and browsed. He found a straight movie with a big tit woman on the cover with her fingers spreading her lips. I will leave you to decide which lips.
“Can I play this, porno?” Mark asked.
“Sure. Turn the volume down. Right down. I do not need my neighbors hearing. Do you want a drink?”
“You have beer?”
I rolled my eyes. Mark lived with his parents, and they babied him. I considered him a loser. He believed the world existed to serve his needs. Where Mark, my guest, I might play the excellent host, but as Roger’s visitor in my apartment, I never wanted my beers shared with him.
“Nah, I don’t have any. I have cheap brandy,” I lied. I salvaged fine cognac from a damaged bottle at work, safely filtered the broken glass with a coffee filter, and drained the alcohol into a clean jar.
“Brandy is cool.”
I poured three shots into a whiskey tumbler and added ice. Mark looked puzzled when I passed him the glass and asked, “Where’s the cola?”
I grinned, “I only have brandy. Roger said you were both bringing drinks.”
“Can I use your phone to call him and ask him to buy cola?”
I chuckled, “I don’t have a phone.”
“Do you have any cash on you? I’ll get some.”
Wearing out his welcome, I replied, “I don’t carry cash. I pay with everything by card.”
“Gimme your card then.”
I glared at him, “Would you give me your card number?”
“Ah, no.”
“Exactly. Roger will be here soon.”
I poured myself an herbal tea in a whiskey glass with ice, even though I preferred beer.
I lifted my drink and toasted. Mark raised his cognac glass, and I swallowed the herbal tea in one gulp.
“Mmm, that’s delicious,” I said.
Mark looked at me in disbelief and downed his brandy.
Instantly he spat the entire contents across the lounge, on the carpet, over my porno collection, and splashed on the wall and television.
“How do you drink this stuff?”
Mark shot to his feet, “Where’s your bathroom?”
I pointed to the door, and he ran. The next moment I overheard him vomiting into my toilet bowl.
I clenched my mouth shut and giggled through my nose. I wanted to burst into a fit of laughter but maintained composure.
Grabbing two towels, I cleaned his brandy splatter. The lounge stank like a liquor store, and I sprayed with toilet and underarm spray, softening the stench. Responsible for his mess, cleaning never bothered me. His weak stomach surprised me, however.
Mark returned to the lounge with his face red and his eyes bloodshot, “Do you have any mouthwash?”
“I don’t, but you can probably gargle with some of my brandy.”
Mark ran back to the bathroom and vomited more. I overheard him spitting and rinsing his mouth with water.
He returned and settled on the sofa. “Do you have any coffee?”
“Sure, I’ll fix you some.”
“Five sugars, please.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
“Hey, I found beers, but they’re still warm. You want one?”
“Nah, thanks. Beer’s gotta be cold, man,” he responded to my delight.
I poured myself a chilled beer in a paper cup and prepared Mark’s coffee.
“One cup of diabetes for you,” I said as I handed him the cup.
Mark chuckled, “Thanks, put it on the floor, please. Are you gay like Roger?” I hesitated, and Mark added, “Um, I didn’t mean to insult you. I was just curious.”
Grinning, “I’m not insulted. I just didn’t realize Roger’s gay.”
Mark looked confused. I laughed, “I’m kidding! I am kidding! Everyone knows Roger’s gay.” Mark chuckled, “I’m bi. It doesn’t matter to me if I fuck a girl or a guy. A hole’s a hole.”
“I’ve fucked no one. I’m still a virgin. But I think I want to fuck a girl.”
“You have anyone in mind?”
“I’ve been seeing this bird. Man, you must see her tits. She let me touch them. It’s like a handful. Small balloons. I put my hands in her bra. She even let me finger her.”
Thankfully, the porn movie ended, and the tape auto-rewound, steering the conversation in a more exciting direction.
“Can I play another porno?” Mark asked.
“I’ve seen all of them many times,” I replied and pulled out my favorite bisexual video. “This one I haven’t watched, and I’ve been dying to watch it. You mind if I put it on?”
“Does it have lesbians?”
The video contained no lesbian scenes, “I’m not sure, but it must if it’s bisexual.”
“Yeah, put it on,” Mark smirked, “I wanna see lesbians.”
As with those before him, Mark’s eyes glued to the television.
“Can I fast-forward to find lesbians?”
I handed him the remote control, and he passed the first straight scenes, stopping once for a pussy closeup.
He played the clip with the two guys and women. Mark gawked at the entire scene, including when the men sucked each other’s cocks and when they flip-fucked. The closest lesbian action when the women kissed.
He tucked his feet on the sofa, hiding his boner while a scene with two guys fucking played.
“Does this part only have guys?”
“I dunno, I haven’t watched this movie before.”
Again, Mark played the entire scene with his finger ready to press the fast-forward button. He never pressed once, not when the guys fucked and not when one guy blew in the other’s mouth.
“Do you have any lesbian videos?”
I owned none, “I’m not sure, but look through the tapes. I’ve loaned so many to friends and never got them back.”
Roger arrived two hours after Mark and bought beers, cola, lemonade, pastries, and a bottle of a famous black Italian apéritif; we will nickname Stainbuka.
Roger handed two pies to each of us, “We all better eat something if we’re gonna drink. Come on, guys, line those stomachs.”
Hungry Mark swallowed his pastries before I began.
We finished Roger’s beers and started on the Stainbuka: the black Stainbuka. The evening abruptly ended with Mark throwing up black Stainbuka over my beige lounge carpet. I paid to replace the rug when I moved, as I could not remove the stain.
Nothing sexual happened that evening, even though a porno always played. For most of the night, Mark sat with his feet on the sofa, hiding his hard cock. Roger planted the seed that he sucked cock better than a girl.
I never desired Mark, even with his seductive scent, not yet.
Mark crashed his motorcycle. Months passed, and one late evening, I received a knock on my door. I opened, and Mark stood before me.
“Hey, how you doing? I’ve been visiting Roger. Thought I’d drop by.” He stumbled into the apartment, “I’m not drunk.”
His leg still healing from the motorcycle accident, he threw himself onto my sofa and lifted his shorts to show me his scar.
“Do you have any lesbian videos?”
“Look through the pile and choose one.”
While Mark browsed, “I fucked that girl I told you about at a party. We fucked in the cupboard, and I had blood all over my dick. I’m so scared I made her pregnant. I never used a condom, and I came inside her.”
“You should have fucked her in the ass if you don’t want babies.”
“I wanted to, but she wouldn’t let me.”
Mark chose a straight porn movie with a woman pouting on the cover. I pressed the tape in the video player and muted the volume.
“I don’t get to watch porn at home. My mom and dad hide the machine in their bedroom.”
In the first scene, a woman fingered herself and used a vibrator. Mark’s legs slipped on the couch, with him hiding his arousal.
I unbuttoned my jeans and played with my cock, which poked out of my underwear.
“Don’t be shy. The porno’s made me horny too,” I said.
He noticed my palm on my dick, slipped his hands into his pants, and stroked his cock under his shorts.
I stood and walked to the toilet. My jeans fell to my ankles, and my head poked out of my underwear. I stepped past Mark and the television, grabbed two toilet paper rolls. With my raging boner facing him, I passed him a roll.
“Don’t mess on my sofa.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“What for?” I chuckled.
“I enjoy jerking off into a condom. It leaves no mess.”
I grabbed a condom from my bedroom drawer. Mark dropped his shorts, exposing his boner, and rolled the rubber onto his cock.
Mark’s thick six-and-a-half-inch uncut dick curved upward with a round purple head, tight foreskin, and bushy light-brown pubes.
“You should try it. It feels nice.”
Mark covered and jerked himself under his shorts.
“Do you have any videos of girls being fucked up the ass?”
“Not tapes, but I have a magazine.”
“Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?”
“I’ve fucked a girl and a guy.”
“How did you get the girl to let you fuck her?”
“I know what I’m doing, and it doesn’t hurt if you go slow. The ass feels better, anyway. Once you’ve had the ass, you’ll always want it.”
“I want it now,” Mark laughed.
“My ass is tight.”
Mark smirked, “Is it sore?”
“Nah, only if a guy doesn’t do it right. And an anal orgasm is awesome.” A drunk queen once told me at the club.
“Do you like it?”
“I enjoy giving and receiving.”
“I think I only like giving.”
“Yeah, some guys like to give, and others like to receive. Some like both.”
“Does Roger like to give or receive?”
“I’m not sure you need to ask him. This video is making me horny, and I’m close.”
“I’m almost finished,” Mark added.
“Oh, I’m cumming,” I said, and Mark watched me shoot.
He pulled out his cock, jerked with long quick strokes, and filled the condom. The tip bulged, and cum seeped around his shaft. Mark grabbed the base and peeled the latex from his boner without spilling a drop.
“Where’s the bin?”
“Tie a knot in it, so it doesn’t leak everywhere.”
He dropped the full condom in the trash, wiped himself with a tissue, and tucked his cock away.
“I’ve gotta dash,” Mark said and grabbed his keys, “thanks for the porn and the condom.”
I made sure I locked the front door and found the condom filled with four ounces of bright white liquid. I grabbed a knife, pierced the latex, and smelled Mark’s sweet cum but never sampled his juice.
I poured Mark’s cum in the toilet, wrapped the latex in toilet paper, and flushed.
I tried Roger’s apartment, hopeful he was awake.
“Mark just came to visit.”
Roger smiled, “Did anything happen?”
“Nah, but he jerked off into a condom, and I saw his cock.”
“Hard?”
“Yeah, rock-hard.”
“What’s it look like? Is it big?”
“His cock’s very thick and curves upward.”
“That’s like his father. Don’t ask. Damn, I really wanna see his thing.”
“I’d rather have him suck my cock.”
“I don’t think he’ll do that.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so, either.”
“You must invite him round one night. I’ll buy lesbian porn. He’s always asking for it.”
“I don’t like fish fingers.” Roger laughed, “See if you can find something with lesbians and hot guys.”
“I’ll see what I can find.”
We planned on inviting Mark over again once I bought the lesbian video, but forgot.
Years later, one late evening, Mark knocked.
“You’re looking good. I can see you’ve been going to the gym,” Mark said. I ripped off my shirt and sat topless on the sofa. Mark followed my example, and I admired his tanned, muscled chest. “Did you ever get that lesbian movie?”
“I can’t remember. I’m sure I did. Look through the tapes.”
Mark found the tape. “Can I play it?”
I lowered the volume, “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”
Mark, more comfortable than years before, stroking his hard cock in front of me.
I kicked off my shorts and underwear, sat naked on the sofa, and jerked while he watched the porno and I watched him.
Mark, quiet as usual, his eyes glued to the screen while he jerked his cock.
In one scene, a guy fucked a woman’s pussy, and another fucked her ass.
“I wanna try anal. I asked my girlfriend, but she said no.”
“Keep asking.”
“I have. I’ve asked so many times. It’s always the same answer.”
“It’s hard getting girls to take anal because it does nothing for them. The guy’s g-spot is in the ass, and that’s why they enjoy it.”
“Do you like anal?”
“It’s all right. If a guy does it properly, you have an anal orgasm. It’s better than a cock orgasm,” I said, imagining fucking his ass.
“Would you let me fuck your ass? I wanna know what it feels like. I’m straight, just curious.”
A warm fuzzy sensation flashed through me, and I wanted to fuck him too. I figured he needed to witness me enjoying anal, which might be the prescription for him to become comfortable taking a cock in his ass.
“Yeah, I’m up for it. I enjoy it. Remember, it’s an ass and not a pussy. Be gentle. You start slowly, and the ass wraps around your cock, and then you can fuck faster.”
“Do you wanna go to the bedroom?”
I loved his eagerness. In my room, I smeared lube onto his cock and enjoyed his thick shaft in my hand.
“That feels good,” he said.
I tasted his dick, “You have a great mouth. You can suck it whenever you want. My girlfriend doesn’t like blowjobs.”
“Poor you.”
I wet my hole, bent on the side of the bed, and inhaled two deep hits of poppers.
“What’s that for?”
“It makes anal painless and relaxes the hole.”
Mark slipped his cock into me in a quick motion, and I wanted to scream with pain.
“Hold still for a moment, so my ass can adjust to your cock.”
“Is it sore?”
“A little. You were supposed to go slowly.”
“Should I take it out?”
“No, stay still. The muscles are adjusting to your cock.”
I inhaled another two hits of poppers, and the pain disappeared.
“Carry on.”
Mark fucked hard as if he fucked a pussy. My ass pained through the poppers, but I endured dreaming of one day fucking him.
He slowed, “This is nice. Your ass is better than any pussy I ever had.” I jerked my cock, “That’s so tight you’re gonna make me cum.”
I stopped jerking and enjoyed two more hits of poppers as I never wanted him to cum so soon.
With his cock curving up, I enjoyed his head rubbing on the wall of my ass.
“How can I give you an anal orgasm?” Mark asked.
“Push deep.” I wanted to cum, gripped my cock and jerked. “Fuck hard, and that will give me an anal orgasm.”
He fucked me like a woman, hard and deep. I felt his warm cum as he shot inside me, and I farted twice.
“Don’t stop. I’m about to cum,” I said. Mark continued fucking, “Oh god, I’m having an anal orgasm and shot on the bed.” He continued fucking.
“Can I cum inside you?” Mark asked like a real man that cums before he cums.
“Tell me when you cum, and I’ll cum again.”
He fucked hard and said, “It’s cumming. It’s cumming.”
I shot on the bed and farted four times.
Mark moved his cock in me. “It feels so good with the cum.”
He pulled out and laughed, “My cum rolled out your ass and fell on the floor.” He slapped my ass, “I wanna do that again,” and laughed. “Can I shower?”
I passed him a towel, and he disappeared. I expected him to shower and dash, but he dried and sat on the sofa naked.
“Can we watch more of that lesbian porno?”
I rewound the tape, and Mark forwarded past the scenes he has watched and stopped on a lesbian scene.
Hard and stroking his cock, “I’d love to fuck two women at once,” Mark said. “Have you ever done that?”
“I’ve had two women and two guys at once.”
“That’s hot. Have you fucked a chick in the ass?”
“Once, and it was very tight.”
My cock stiff from watching Mark’s cock, I asked, “Do you want me to suck you while you watch the video?”
“Yeah, that’s cool.”
I crawled between his legs and stroked his shaft while I licked his balls. Mark closed his eyes, and I wrapped my mouth around his cock and licked his head.
“That feels great.”
I pulled Mark’s tight foreskin back and twirled my tongue, tasting every inch of his head. I tried taking his cock deep throat, but the angle of his cock prevented me. Mark pressed his finger into my wet hole.
Mark laughed, “I want your ass again.”
I grabbed the poppers and lube from the bedroom. I lubed my hole and massaged lube into Mark’s cock. Facing the TV, I sat on his dick. I held onto the chair and bounced with his curved cock gliding against the wall of my ass.
“I want to fuck you like a woman,” Mark said.
Knowing what he meant, “Follow me,” I replied.
I lay on my back with my ass off the side of the bed. Mark painfully slammed his cock into me. I placed two pillows under my butt with my legs back. Mark’s curved cock hit my g-spot on every stroke.
Without touching my cock, cum oozed onto my belly.
“I can feel you cumming,” Mark said.
Mark milked my cock, hitting my g-spot repeatedly. I came so much, my cock softened, but that never stopped me from cumming. I never believed that anal orgasms existed.
Mark stroked my cock, “Your ass feels better when your cock’s hard.”
His grip on my cum covered shaft brought me to full attention. I rested my hands behind my head and closed my eyes.
“I’m gonna blow,” Mark said, and I felt him shoot against the wall of my ass. He continued fucking while stroking my cock. I shot a load into the air, which landed on his hand. Mark continued stroking fast and fucked hard — pure heaven.
“I’m cumming again,” Mark said and thrust deep into me. He stopped jerking my dick a moment before I orgasmed, and cum dribbled on my chest.
Mark pulled out of me.
“Use the same towel,” I said.
Exhausted and milked like a cow, I discovered anal orgasms terrific and wanted more. Soaked in cum, I grabbed a clean towel and jumped in the shower with Mark.
He laughed, “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I’m drenched in cum and need to rinse it off.”
“That was good. I can’t believe how many times you came.”
“Those were the best anal orgasms I ever had.”
“We must do it again sometime.”
We dried and sat in the lounge naked.
“Please don’t tell Roger what we’ve done. He’s been hitting on me for years.”
“Yeah, he’s really into you. Don’t worry; I won’t say anything.”
“Can I take your number? I’ll call you when I can meet again.” Mark said.
“It’s better if you call, then just show up. You were lucky I was home.”
“I’ve knocked a few times when you’ve been out.”
“I better make tracks,” Mark said and dressed.
Mark flashed his asshole as he picked up his pants. My cock stirred, and my ass clenched. I wanted his hole.
“Thanks for a great evening,” Mark said and grinned as he left.
Weeks later, Mark arrived drunk at my apartment without calling.
“I was drinking at a bar nearby and thought I’d stop by,” Mark said. He sat on the sofa. “I thought a lot about our last visit. I loved fucking your ass, and my girlfriend still won’t let me. I want to feel her ass just once, and she won’t. You don’t mind me fucking you, do you?”
“Nah, but remember to call first. You’re lucky I’m home.”
“I’ll call next time. Can we go to the bedroom? I’m so fucking horny. I haven’t cum in three days.” Mark laughed, “I’ve been saving myself for my girlfriend’s ass, but I can’t wait anymore.”
Not horny, his offer bored me. “I have an upset stomach. Why don’t I give you a blowjob instead?”
“I want an anal orgasm,” Mark replied with a glazed grin.
“Do you want me to make you cum as you made me cum without touching my cock?” I asked.
He continued grinning, “Yeah. You enjoyed yourself. I wanna try it.”
Mark douched, and I jerked my cock rock-hard and massaged lube into my shaft. He lay on his back with his ass off the bed. I wet his hole and gradually pushed a finger into him, which he received with a glazed grin.
Mark breathed poppers before three fingers melted into his ass. Excited to fuck a virgin straight hole, I eased my cock into him. He held his head back and clenched his face.
“My cock’s totally inside you,” I said.
“It’s not sore at all.”
“We’ll wait a moment and let your ass adjust.”
Mark’s soft cock grew to full attention as I fucked, and I jerked his shaft. His clenching ass muscles made me shoot a load inside him, and I continued fucking him calmly.
“Sniff more poppers,” I said.
I increased my speed of fucking but jerked his cock gently.
“Can I fuck you hard?”
“I wanna bend over. It’s easier to sniff the poppers.”
He kneeled and held the poppers under his nose. I pounded him, clapping his ass.
“That feels so good. You are gonna make me cum like that,” Mark said.
While nowhere near his g-spot, I let him believe I was. I continued fucking hard and shot twice into him right after the other. I wet my hand and stroked his cock.
“That feels great,” Mark said.
I fucked hard, his ass loosened, and I jerked him faster.
“I’m gonna cum,” Mark said.
His ass clenched around my cock as he shot on the bed. I shot three more times into him and continued fucking hard, his ass much tighter after he came. I fucked my cum into him and wanted to shoot one more time.
“Are you finished?” Mark asked.
“I’m almost done.”
“Hurry because it’s getting sore.”
I fucked him even harder and shot deep into him. I held my cock still before easing out. Mark’s virgin hole gaped, a stunning view.
“Are you going to cum?” Mark asked.
“I already did.”
“But I felt nothing.”
I overheard him push my cum into the toilet. “You came a lot,” Mark shouted from the bathroom.
I hopped in the shower and washed.
“What was your orgasm like?” I asked.
“It was powerful. Did you look at the bed?”
His enormous cum puddle soaked into the sheets, nearly a foot wide. I threw the linens in the wash and wiped the soaked mattress.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.
“It was awesome, but sore after I came.”
“It’s important for the top to cum first, and then the bottom cums.”
“That makes sense.”
“I promise I will call next time,” and Mark kept his promise.
We fucked four more times, and I enjoyed his ass again in 2002. He never sucked my dick.
On Facebook, he has several bisexual guys on his friends’ list, but I believe Mark is straight but a horny fucker that has horrible luck with frigid women. He married the bitch that never gave him anal. Maybe if she satisfied her man, he need not find pleasure elsewhere.
