Ancestral

First Time?

I sat back down at the table and waited. When Helmut finally emerged, his gait resembled how he moved when he was hungover. I grinned at him and asked, “Have fun?”

All he could say as he worked to catch his breath was, “Oh my God…They never…Oh my God.”

I chucked. “I though you always did the fucking. Looks like you’re gonna be walking like a cowboy who’s been in the saddle too long. At least for a little while.”

Again, “Oh my God.”

He bent over to sit down, and I saw a few drops of cum dripping from his ass. I stopped him and offered him some napkins. “Umm… you better clean that up before you leave cum stains on Miss M.’s chair cushions.”

He looked at me with disgust, “They’re ghosts. They don’t actually…” he had reached around to feel his ass hole as he said this and was astonished to feel the warm creamy liquid oozing from his body. “What the hell?!” His eyes were big in disbelief. “What the hell happened?”

I thought it best not to tell him about my experiences, after all, even though I knew it was his ass I was feeling, I had no idea the ghosts could somehow plant my load there. Plus, if he decided to get upset about it, I didn’t particularly want him to come at me swinging. Instead, I decided to taunt him a bit. “What’s the matter? Never had a load of hot cum in your ass?”

“No!” he insisted. I’m a top, I don’t let guys fuck me. I may suck dick from time to time, but never in the ass.”

“Never ever?” I pushed him and he immediately caved.

“Well…maybe just once. When I was young and still figuring things out.” He lowered his voice so no one else would hear. “I was still fucking girls pretty regularly back then and I knew I wanted to try it with a guy, so I noticed this older guy in town who kept looking at me. I could tell he had the hots for me, and he looked pretty harmless, so one night when I saw him at one of the local bars, I picked him up. He wanted me to come over to his place, which was fine by me. I figured, once we were alone, I would have my way with him, and he’d be grateful that a young stud like me had actually paid a little attention to him. Boy, did I get an education that night.”

“The house was as nondescript as he was. It all seemed to be going well. He took me to a spare bedroom, and I didn’t think anything of it when I walked in and the room was dark, but when he followed me in, he immediately tackled me and pinned me down. He was much stronger than he looked. Before I knew what was happening my mouth was gaged and my hands were tied. The lights in the room were on a dimmer and were red. As he brought them up, I could see that the room was full of bondage gear.”

“When he stripped, I could see that he was wearing a leather harness under his boring button-down shirt, and his unassuming khaki pants were hiding a leather jock strap, covered in studs. He stood over me and smirked as he ran his hands over every part of my body, taking his time and undressed me slowly, teasing me as he did. He played with my nipples hard. I mean hard. They were sore for almost a week after. I could hardly bear to wear a shirt it was so bad. Then he got to my cock. He made me hard really quick and stroked until I was ready to cum but stopped before I could. He did this over and over until I was begging to cum, practically in tears. But he wouldn’t let me. Instead, he grabbed my balls and started squeezing and punching them. Again, I was begging him to stop, but he just did what he wanted. I think he really got off on hearing me beg through the gag. Once I was totally naked, he flipped me over and strapped me to the bed, spread eagle.” He paused to get himself a drink.

I could see where this was going, and so could my dick. It had already escaped from my shorts for the second time this morning and was demanding attention again. This time I discreetly used my hand under the table, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Anyways,” Helmut continued, “I struggled for a bit, I wasn’t planning on getting fucked, but I thought, What the hell, might as well try it once. So, I let him do what he wanted. First, he gave me a kind of massage. He covered me with some sort of oil and rubbed it over every inch of my body. That’s when I realized that the sheet on the bed was rubber, not cotton. I figured it was so the oil wouldn’t stain the mattress. Yeah, right. Once I was covered with oil, he laid on top of me and rubbed his whole body against mine, grinding his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass, but never letting it slip in. he was saving that for later.”

“While he was doing that his hands were rubbing the oil all over my hair and face. He had big hands. Big enough that they could completely cover my face, and that’s what he did. One hand covered my eyes while the other bore down on my nose and mouth. I couldn’t breathe at all and his grip was so strong that I couldn’t even struggle. He thrust his dick hard between my cheeks while holding me this way, and it was only when I started to pass out that he removed the hand over my mouth. But it was only gone for a couple of seconds, then it was back. I tried to scream, to get away, but I couldn’t move. This time I started to pass out quicker, but he seemed to be able to tell when I was going, and always seemed to remove his hand just in the nick of time. The intervals when he could keep his hand on me continued to grow shorter and shorter, and the amount of time he had to allow me to catch my breath grew longer and longer.”

“Finally, when I felt I wouldn’t last a second if he did it again, he positioned his dick against my hole and plunged in all the way without any warning. I really did scream that time. His dick was not small, and he had only stuck a finger in briefly to apply some oil. Everything was well lubricated, but my muscles were not prepared for that intrusion. He stopped, balls deep, and waited for the convulsions in my ass to subside. I was going to feel that for a week as well. Talk about walking like a cowboy! By then I was in tears. I would have done anything to get away from him, but he wasn’t done yet. All the pain he had inflicted on me had seriously turned him on and he decided it was time for his reward.” Helmut paused again to take another drink. I was getting ready for my own reward as well. I was still trying to look nonchalant, but I’m sure that, even in the dim light, he could see that my arm was moving frantically.

“He started pumping my ass, slowly at first, but increasing in intensity as he drew closer to the prize. The pain was intense, but eventually it began to melt into a kind of pleasure. I could feel my dick getting hard again under me. How he knew, I don’t know, but he reached under my belly and pulled my dick up so I could fuck the bed while he fucked me. That was all it took. Within a minute I had emptied my balls into the rubber sheet, and almost immediately after, he filled my ass with a massive hot load of his own. He stayed in me for a few minutes, enjoying the slippery skin on skin afterglow, and when he decided to pull out, I expected that he would just undo my restraints and offer me a shower.”

“Instead, he left me there while he took a shower, then I heard him go to the kitchen and pop a beer, then turn on a TV and watch a basketball game. I probably laid there for at least two hours before he returned. During that time, he went back to the kitchen at least three or four times, and I can’t remember how many beers he opened and guzzled. When he finally returned to the spare room, he didn’t release me. Instead, he pissed on me and left me face down in a warm puddle while he went for another beer. I must have laid in that piss puddle for at least an hour, and every few minutes he would return and add to it. It was mostly pooled around my hips, but once or twice he made a point of pissing in my face and forcing me to drink a little bit.”

“When he finally did release me, I was exhausted and disgusting. He never offered to let me take a shower. In fact, he didn’t allow me to get dressed before kicking me out the front door naked. A minute or so later my clothes came flying out of an upstairs window, and I could hear him laughing as he scattered them all over the place so I would have to search for them naked for all the neighbors to see.”

As he finished my eyes rolled back and I shot cum all over the underside of the breakfast table. He waited for a moment as if lost in memory, but as soon as I stopped spasming he looked at me with an evil glint in his eye and said, “You’re gonna have to clean that up pretty quick. It’s almost time for breakfast.” He got up and grabbed my hand, rubbing it all over his chest and belly. He started to move it around his hips as if he were going to allow me to fondle his ass, but before it got there, he pulled it away and laughed. He said. “I have actually been fucked, but only once, and maybe someday I’ll tell you the real story, but it wasn’t by the likes of you.” Then, adjusting his bulge so I could get a good look at it, he strutted towards the study, calling back to me, “And don’t think I didn’t see the two of you watching.”