First Time Fucked
The man didn't get up from the bed when I left.
"Hey, drop around again anytime, real soon," he told me.
"Yeah, I will, thanks," I said, raking my eyes over his tanned, muscular frame, and rather longingly on his big cock laying across one hip. That cock had really done a job on me. I couldn't believe I'd taken it all the way in my ass. He was older than me. Old enough to be my dad, in fact. Surprisingly, that wasn't a turn-off for me. In the moments of pure ball-busting, mind-busting lust, I actually imagined he was my dad fucking me. My dad is a hunk, and now that I had experienced getting fucked, I would turn my butt for him any time. Not that it would ever happen.
I left the man's house in a daze. I had just gotten my ass fucked for the first time, and I didn't know what to make of it. I didn't understand the mixture of pain and pleasure when it happened, but at last I had satisfied the curiosity and the desire that had haunted me for so long. Being fucked was a different kind of pleasure from sucking a cock, or even getting my cock sucked. It was more reciprocal; more intimate. I knew I would go back. I also knew I would be on the prowl for different guys now. In fact, I couldn't wait.
I worked in a fast-food place, at the drive-up window; that's where I made the connection. It wasn't a glamorous job and it didn't pay a whole lot, but I realized all of a sudden what a great opportunity it offered. The position of my workstation alone was perfect. I stood higher than the cars going through the drive-through, with a straight crotch view down into the vehicles. It was, secretly, the reason I volunteered to work the drive-up window; that, and I got to meet and chat briefly with the male customers, many of whom were high school students or from the junior college, or workers from the nearby factories and warehouses.
The guy came through in a huge pickup truck with John Rogers Construction printed on the door. He fit the truck, the truck fit him. He had on his hard hat....a major turn on for me....and his arm crooked out the window. It was a big arm, solid, from his rolled up shirtsleeve down to his thick wrist. Big hands, too. He was tanned and good looking in a construction worker sort of way. I felt a sudden tremor shake my bones. I asked for his order, and the deep, sexy voice that came back made the tremor worse. I repeated it then scurried around to fill it. Not that I wanted the guy out of there; I wanted to get back to him and hear his voice again and get another look at him.
As I turned back with his order I peered around to see that there were no cars behind him. I repeated his order again and told him how much he owed. He extended his big, muscular arm out with his money in a ham-like hand; a ten dollar bill. I took it, my eyes lingering on his thick fingers. I made his change and when I handed it to him I took hold of his hand and laid the money in it, sort of dragging my fingers across the palm of his hand, like I was being careful that he didn't drop it. No, it wasn't the way I usually made change, but I wanted to touch this guy in the worst way, and that was a way I could do it without getting my lights punched out. I wasn't sure of his look, but he did look at me sort of funny.
"What're you building today?" I asked during the short process of giving him his change.
"Got a lot of projects going on," he said.
I picked up his order to hand to him, and again, bold as hell, when he reached across for it I put my free hand over his as if to make sure he had hold of it, and sort of trailed my fingers over his as he pulled back.
"Have a great day, and build it solid," I told him.
He smiled and put his hand to his hard hat, like he was tipping his hat to me. "I'll be sure to do that," he said.
As he drove off, I looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Nope, everybody was going about their work.
Next day the guy was back. My heart thudded in my chest when I saw the Rogers Construction truck pulling up to my window.
"Same as I had yesterday.......," he started.
I cut in and rattled off what he'd ordered the day before.
"You remembered," he said with a smile.
"Yes, sir," I said as I set about making up his order. "What're you building today?" I asked with mischievous grin.
"Had to pull everybody off to break ground at the site of the new brewery," he said.
I went through the same routine as before, making change and handing him his order, and he seemed to cooperate, hesitating a little with his hands as we made the exchange. I felt a surge in my loins.
"I'm gonna drive out there sometime and watch the heavy equipment," I remarked.
"Any time. Just can't get too close," he said, with a wave, and he drove off.
I took it as an invitation extraordinaire and the next afternoon, my day off, I drove out to the site where they were building the new brewery. I drove in as close as I was allowed and got out and sat on the hood of my car to watch. Right away, some big dude came sauntering over....fuck, the guy had no clue how sexy he was....and told me I would have to leave.
I told him the site foreman said I could watch. He didn't believe me; he asked me who the site foreman was. I didn't know his name but I described him and the truck he drove. The guy took off his hardhat and scratched his head and frowned.
"Okay, I'll get him, send him over to make sure," he said.
A few minutes later I saw him walking toward me. Fuck, didn't these guys know how sexy they were, in those dusty jeans and work boots and hard hats, and bulging out of their T-shirts? He took his hardhat off too, like the other guy and I eyed his big bicep that curled up the size of a fuckin' grapefruit.
"Is this too close?" I asked.
"Naw, you're fine. I could get closer if you want," he said.
"I would like to," I said, but I didn't slide off the car like I was going to drive up closer. That wasn't what I meant anyway, but I doubted if he caught my meaning. He surprised me.
"Well, I could show you some things up closer if you want me to," he said with a tight-lipped smile. He turned and I slid off the hood of my car to follow him. I was surprised that he actually showed me around the site. I wasn't sure he had caught my real meaning after all, so I tried again.
"I'll bet you've got a beautiful house, being a contractor," I said.
He laughed. "Actually, I don't have a house," he said. I live in a small efficiency in the Creighton Motel."
"But that's just while you're working here," I said.
"Yeah, when I go to another site I get another efficiency in another motel," he said.
"Are you ever going to build your own house?" I asked.
"Someday, when I'm ready to settle down."
"You don't have a wife....or girlfriend?....I noticed you don't wear a wedding ring.
"No, I'm pretty much a loner," he said.
"A loner, but I bet you don't get lonely," I said. "I'll bet you don't have any trouble finding women to help keep your efficiency clean," I joked.
He laughed again. "They do seem to all want to pick up after me," he said. Then he gave me my surprise. "You ever wanta drop by and see the place, it's number eighty-two, second level," he said.
Shit!!! "I just might do that," I said. Might!!! "How about tonight?" I asked.
"Sure. I'll be there any time after six thirty."
Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I was so excited I couldn't think straight. It was gonna happen! I didn't know it was going to happen, or even what exactly, but I knew it was. I rushed home to get ready. I felt like a slut-minded high school girl getting ready for a first date with the high school jock. He said any time after 6:30; I was there at 6:31. I held back from running up the stairs, and I managed to walk, not run, down the corridor to his room, number eighty-two. I raised my hand but paused to look down at myself....okay, I looked all right....I knocked. He had apparently just got there himself; he still had his hardhat on his head.
"Hey, you didn't waste any time," he said with a big smile.
"You said any time after 6:30; I hope I'm not too early," I said, feeling a little embarrassed that I appeared so anxious. "I could come back later if you want me to."
"No, I'm here, so you're not too early," he said. "Come in, make yourself comfortable."
I didn't know what he meant by that so I just sat on the other bed, the one that was made up. The two chairs were cluttered with his stuff. Without asking, he set his hardhat aside and got a beer out of a cooler and handed it to me.
"I know you're not old enough to drink, but one beer won't hurt you, and it'll wear off before you have to drive."
I wasn't sure what he meant by that either, but it sounded like he expected me to stay a while.
"I gotta shower off some of this sweat and work grime," he said as he peeled his dirty T-shirt off over his head.
Whoa! Fuck, he had muscles layered over muscles that rippled beautifully when he pulled his shirt off. I was almost breathless at the way his huge chest muscles settled on his ribcage when he lowered his arms. I'd never seen such big pecs, and they were nicely covered with just the right amount of hair. His shoulders and back flared out as he bent over to unlace his work boots. I wished he'd left them on. I wished he would let me take his clothes off of him. I wished he wouldn't even shower. He was so hot and sexy, I would've been glad to lick the sweat off his muscles. I'd never done that but this would be a great first time for everything. He reached for his belt but then turned and walked into the bathroom before he took his jeans off, leaving me breathless and rubbing my crotch with great anticipation.
There was no guarantee that we were going to have sex....he hadn't said anything outright....but I knew we were. I could almost smell it in the air. I couldn't imagine that he'd invited me just to see his room, or to pick up after him. I expected everyone who came to his room, he had sex with him, male or female. I couldn't wait for him to come out of the bathroom. He hadn't taken any clean clothes in with him so I was going to get to see him naked.
I fidgeted as I waited; Godd, I wish he would hurry up! I thought about rummaging around in his drawers to find a pair of shorts to take in to him. But before I found the nerve, he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, holding it in place with two fingers at his side. Ohh, Fuck! I squirmed in my chair. I was surprised at the towel, but he didn't leave it on long. He walked over to the dresser and got a pair of shorts then let the towel drop to the floor. He was standing sideways to me, giving me a great view of his gorgeous, round, tight butt and an even better view of his front in the mirror. He glanced in the mirror just as he was about to put his shorts on and our eyes met for a split second. I knew we had connected, for whatever purpose.
"Hell, I guess I don't need these," he said, tossing his shorts back in the drawer. "It's just you and me. You don't mind, do you?"
"No," I replied, too quickly. "It's your room, you can run around any way you please."
"You probably do the same thing at home," he said.
"I do when I can; when my mom's not home."
He was at the cooler getting another beer. He got me another one too, even though I had barely touched my first one. He walked over to where I was sitting, set the can down on the table and took my beer out of my hand, while I tried to keep my eyes off his manhood. It didn't work. His cock was magnificent, hanging over a pair of high and tight balls, like magnets drawing my gaze to them. I swallowed hard....he probably heard me....and quickly took a gulp of beer to have a reason to swallow.
"I guess I didn't get your name," he said.
"Tomas," I said.
"Deck," he said, putting out his hand. "It's my last name, but people use it as my first name."
"Glad to meet you," I said.
"Well, how do you like my place?" he asked with a sweep of his hand holding the beer can as he laid back on the other bed, leaning up against the headboard. He kicked at the rumbled covers to get them out of the way.
"It's okay; all you need," I said.
"Fuck, it's a dump, but you're right, it's all I need. All I use it for is to shower and shave, fuck and sleep."
I choked on my beer at his "fuck" remark, and started laughing. He broke out laughing too, his solid abs rippling when he did.
"Life's pretty simple for you, then," I joked.
"Simple, the way I like it. But interesting," he said as he laid his hand over his manhood. He jerked it back with, "Damn, that's cold!"
"Use your other hand," I said, laughing.
"It's cold, too. You got a warm hand?" he asked.
"No, I've had both of my hands around my beer," I said.
"Got anything else warm that you could offer?"
The room was instantly tense. Actually, I guess it was me that was tense, he seemed to be completely relaxed and at ease with his question. I quickly relaxed my insides. I didn't want to appear frightened. I didn't want this opportunity to be spoiled by anything. I took a sip of beer before I answered him.
"I could go warm my hands under hot water," I said quietly.
"Yeah, why don't you do that," he said.
I took another huge gulp of beer before I set it down, then went to the bathroom to warm my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror as I held my hands under the hot water. I barely recognized who I saw there; a sex-crazed teenager excited over the hope of fulfilling a long held fantasy. I still didn't know what all would happen but for certain, I was going to get my hands on the big stud's cock and his muscular body. I went back into the room drying my hands on a hand towel. I hesitated about a foot from the bed.
"Here, I'll take that," he said, reaching for the towel. "Might need it."
I gave it to him and moved closer to the bed, my eyes raking over his body, coming to rest on his big cock. My air was constricted in my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I laid one hand over his thick, meaty cock.
"You're warm here, now," I said.
"Your hand's warmer," he said.
I took his cock in both of my hands, holding it like a pet gerbil or something.
"You've got nice hands; they feel good," he said as he folded one big hand over mine.
"They look so small compared to yours," I said.
He crooked his forefinger under my chin so I was looking at him.
"We both know you didn't come here to check out my living quarters or pick up after me," he said with a smile as he spread his legs out wide. "How about you show me what else you've got that's warm."
I didn't need a second invitation. I climbed on the bed.
"You look pretty young for this; have you ever been with another guy?" he asked as I was crawling between his legs.
"Yes, a few," I said. It wasn't a total lie, I had been with exactly three other guys. The two older ones sucked my cock, the younger one, I sucked his cock. It was my first blowjob.
"By a few.......? How old were these other guys? How much experience have you had? You ever been fucked?" he asked.
"No." I was taken aback by his bold question.
"Ever think you might wanta try it?"
"I don't know; I've often thought I would like to see what it's like. But your cock is so big."
"Not as big as it's gonna be," he said. "I would take it easy with you."
"That wouldn't make your cock any smaller," I said.
"Nope, it wouldn't. But if you're curious enough to try it, I would sure like to be the one to show you how it feels."
Who was I kidding? Him, maybe, a little bit. Not myself. I wanted to feel his big, beautiful cock sliding in my ass so bad it was itching. Truth was, I was scared. I couldn't imagine anything the size of his cock, even in its half hard state, going in my ass. Well, I could....I had imagined it a hundred times....but thinking about it as a reality, it would probably hurt like hell.
"Would it hurt?" I asked.
"Probably a little, for about a minute," he said. "You're built like an athlete. You play football?"
"Yeah," I replied, wondering what that had to do with anything.
"Did it ever hurt when you had some big linebacker knock you on your ass?"
"Yeah. Fuck, yeah, it did."
"What'd you do, walk off the field and go back to the locker room and cry?"
"No," I said, laughing.
"Fuck no, you didn't. You went back for more. Same thing, only different kind of hurt."
"Let me think about it...while I do this," I said as I slid my lips around the head of his cock.
"Ohhhhhh," he moaned, laying his head back. "Yeah, you think about it all you want."
With my limited experience I wasn't an expert at deep throat. I was able to handle only about half of his cock but he seemed to be satisfied with that. I sure was. Half of his cock was the full size of the other cocks I'd sucked. I was thinking about what he'd said about getting fucked. I wanted to, real bad. I'd thought about it a lot, and this was my big chance, but he was so damned big! But he seemed confident that I could take him, and maybe I could, but I just knew it was gonna hurt like hell.
"Hey, Tomas, why don't you slip out of those jeans and come up here on the bed," he said.
I unlaced my boots while I kept on sucking his cock, then stood and took my jeans off. I lay crossways on the bed and went back down on his cock that he was holding up for me. Right away, he reached out and laid his hand on my butt. He squeezed my muscles through my shorts then shoved his hand down inside.
"Fuck, nice solid ass," he said. "Nice and smooth."
"Thanks," I murmured around his cock.
I knew now why he wanted me on the bed with him, out of my jeans. He kept squeezing my butt and working his thick fingers down between them. He wet his fingers in his mouth and began massaging my asshole, probing at the rubbery muscle. He wet them again and probed through. I winced a little, mostly from surprise, but didn't make any sound. I was so nervous that he was going to shove his long, thick finger inside me. I couldn't help groaning when he did and I rose up with a loud intake of breath.
"Concentrate on my cock, keep your mind off what I'm doing back here," he said.
I gasped again when he shoved a second finger in me. "Ohhh....Ohhhhh....Ohhh," I moaned softly as he worked his fingers in and out of my ass. It hurt a little but it was feeling better than it was hurting and I was ready when he inserted three fingers through my hole. Before long I was squirming around on his hand. After a few minutes of it he pulled his fingers out and held his hand up for me with his thumb crooked into his palm.
"You had all four fingers in you," he said with a smile.
"Yeah, you took 'em like a little stud," he said. "How'd it feel?"
"Good. Real good," I said.
"You wanta try my cock on for size?" he asked as he shoved his fingers back inside me. He went in at a different angle or something, touching a new spot that made me lurch and tremble.
"I want to, but...ohhh....ohhh....I don't know if I can take it," I said.
"Don't sell yourself short," he said. "You want to, and that's half the battle."
"OHhh!....Oh, God!....Awwwhhhh, what is that? Oh, fuck, mister, that's driving me crazy!"
He laughed and pulled his fingers out of my ass and held them up beside his cock. "See, it's not much bigger than my fingers you were taking," he said. "And you liked what I was doing with them, I could tell."
"Godd, yeah! I could barely stand it," I said. I thought his cock looked a lot bigger than his fingers, but he had a point.
"Well, my cock will reach deeper and touch all the right places," he said. I still didn't say anything right away. He laughed softly and said. "Tell you what, let's try something else, see if that helps convince you."
He got up and stood beside the bed, leaving me lying across it. He pulled me to the edge on my hands and knees then lifted me up so I was upside down, with just my head and shoulders on the mattress. I didn't realize what he was going to do till he buried his face in my ass. I was so shocked it took my breath away as I felt his tongue licking the inside of my buns then dragging across my hole. Then he pulled my butt apart and shoved his tongue in my ass.
"Oh!....Ohhhh....ohhhh, fuck!" I gasped. He was rough and it got better and better and I got louder, till I grabbed the pillow and buried my face in it. He pulled me off the bed so I was hanging upside down with his one arm around my waist while he probed my ass with his fingers. Being in that position, I grabbed hold of his cock and started sucking it again. That helped muffle my outcries but I was still making some noise.
He asked me how it was feeling and that's when I realized a lot of the "noise" was only in my head; I was telling him he could fuck me but none of my words were coming out of my mouth. Of course I still had his cock in my mouth; my brain was pretty rattled.
"You can fuck me!" I finally managed to blurt out. He laughed and I felt his stomach muscles ripple against me. He dropped me on the bed and I lay across it with my head hanging right on the edge of the mattress.
"I'm gonna show you something else first," he said. He pulled me closer to the edge so my head was hanging over the edge of the mattress and I was looking up at his hairy balls with his cock stuck out over my face. He looked enormous from that angle. "I'm gonna show you a good way to deep throat."
I almost panicked and rolled away from him but I was mesmerized by the view and I lay helpless. He straddled my head with his knees pressed against the side of the mattress.
"Open wide and relax," he said.
Right, like I could do that, knowing he intended to impale me on what looked like a foot of cock. But when he cradled my head in his hands I opened my mouth wide and felt my neck and throat relax by merely assuming the position. He shoved his cock down and into my mouth. The head slid across my tongue and straight into my throat. I was amazed how easily it happened, and even more amazed as it sank deeper and deeper, till his balls were on my face.
He held it there for a long moment, telling me to breathe normal. His soothing tone relaxed me and next thing I knew he was gently fucking my throat. I was so excited and I reached around and took hold of his taut butt to pull him in with each stroke. I could've done it a lot longer but he had other things on his mind. My ass.
He eased back and pulled out and lifted me up so I could lie straight on the bed, then he crawled between my legs. He reached over and got something off the nightstand and I knew it was lube. He put it on his cock and worked some in my ass then wiped his hands on the coverlet. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and bent me in half by hunkering up over me. He didn't ask if I was ready or anything. I felt the head of his cock against my hole and knew it was going to happen whether I wanted it or not. I was going to get fucked!
I was scared as hell but I wanted it in the worst way.
"Don't be afraid," he said, like he'd read my mind. "It's gonna hurt a little but it won't last long."
I believed him because I wanted to. I braced myself as he increased the pressure against my hole, determined not to cry out when he went in. Suddenly the head burst through my hole and I felt my ass being pried apart. He barely paused before he shoved on in, his hot, hard cock spreading and stretching my insides. Deeper and deeper he went and I wondered what he was pushing out of the way in there. I held my breath so I wouldn't cry out. It hurt some but not nearly as bad as I expected. Finally I felt his hairy loins press against my butt; I was fully impaled. He paused for a long moment.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"I can feel your cock throbbing all through me," I said.
"I'll give you a minute to get used to it then we'll get rid of your virginity."
"Is that how it happens?" I asked. "I thought I'd not be a virgin when your cock went in me."
"Maybe, but just having a cock in your ass don't mean you've been fucked," he said. "And you gotta be fucked in order to not be a virgin."
He smiled down at me as he slowly withdrew his cock till I felt the wide head tugging at my asshole. I was afraid he was going to take it out but he didn't. He shoved right back in. That second thrust was way easier than the first, and the third and the fourth and all the ones that followed till he was really fucking me I was taking it ease. Before long it felt like his cock was just another bodily organ inside me; like I'd been born with it.
He fucked me in a variety of ways; nice and slow and easy, then he slammed into me, jarring the bed. I liked it any way he gave it to me.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked as he reverted to slow, long-cock strokes.
"I like being fucked," I said.
"No more'n I like fucking you."
"I thought I'd be too small and tight."
"You might've been, but you wanted it so bad you opened up just fine. I'm real proud of you. I doubt many boys could man up the way you did."
That made me feel good.
He worked up a sweat and it dripped down on my face. His chest was gleaming with sweat and I leaned up to lick it off. I liked that too, licking his nipples.
"Suck on 'em if you want to," he said.
So I did. First one then the other, and they swelled up the size of pencil erasers. He reached down and cupped my head in his hand and pressed my face harder against his chest.
"You like those tits?"
"Mnnnn, yess, I love 'em."
"You can chew on 'em if you go easy," he said.
Sucking and chewing on his tits seemed to make him fuck me harder and it all made me so excited I could barely stand it. I was slobbering and whimpering like a baby and that made him laugh.
"Sounds like it's feeling pretty good for you," he said.
"Aww, mister, it feels so good I can hardly say it."
"You about ready to cum?"
"I've been ready since you first started fucking me but it won't let loose."
He laughed. "I'll fix that for you."
He started fucking me from all angles, twisting his hips around and churching his butt so his cock went in me like a corkscrew. I bit down on his right tit that I was sucking to stifle my scream. He eased his chest away from me and put his hand over my mouth. He kept fucking me till I felt like I was floating off and I clung to his massive arms and wrapped my legs around his hips.
Suddenly the dam burst and I was cumming like I'd ever cum in my entire life. There was so much of it trying to get out that it ached each time my cock jolted out another spurt. About the same time I felt another sensation deep inside me and realized that he was cumming in me! I cried out anew and clung to him bodily as he pumped me full of his seed. When I wouldn't let go he eased me down on the mattress and laid his body on me. His cock still throbbed inside me, causing my cock to throb, painfully empty.
He held me like that for a long moment. "You okay, little stud?" he asked finally.
"How's it feel not being a virgin anymore?"
"It feels wonderful. I'm glad you invited me to your room."
"I'm pretty damned happy about that myself," he said. "I gotta tell you, Tomas, you're one hell of a hot fuck. I've had seasoned whores who didn't leave me this satisfied."
"Can we do it again sometime?" I asked.
"As often as you want for as long as I'm here," he said.
I could not know at the time that this rugged older stud had unleashed a beast in me.
I put on my headset and took over the station from my co-worker. The place was not modernly equipped with an order station separate from the pickup window. It was a small, family business where you drove up to the window, gave your order and waited on it, offering a few precious minutes to converse with the customer. I was pleasantly surprised--no, I was bowled over--with the very first car that drove through; a convertible. He was so good looking I almost gasped when I saw him. I must've had a gasped expression on my face because he smiled before he gave me his order. I had to concentrate on his order; my eyes and mind were elsewhere. He was maybe twenty years old, with dusty blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes, teeth that sparkled when he smiled. All he had on were his sneakers and a yellow swim suit with dark blue stripes angled down the front toward the crotch; a very small swim suit The way it rode up on his thighs and in his crotch, it was hard to tell if it was a boxer brief or a bikini; either way, it had the same effect. It not only barely covered the essentials, it accented them. The bulge was almost criminal. I was almost salivating as I tried to speak intelligently while I waited for his order to be called back to me. Then the most incredible thing happened. We ran out of buns and French fries, at the same time. They would have to get buns from the storeroom and go back to the walk-in freezer to get the French fries. I took advantage of the situation.
"Sir, I'm sorry, it's going to be a few minutes. If you want to pull through and park, I'll bring your order out to you," I told him.
"No problem," he said as he slipped the car into gear.
I didn't know how the manager would react but I had made a decision. I took another order and by that time they had the buns, and had potatoes in the fryers. When the stud's order was up, I took off my headphones and told a co-worker I had to deliver an order outside. I was almost breathless as I walked to his car. There would only be a moment; every word had to count.
"Here you go, sir, sorry for the wait," I said, handing him the order through the window.
"That was pretty quick, thanks for bringing it out," he said.
Leaning down for another look inside the car, I said, "It's my pleasure," with a big smile and a more-than-casual glance downward. "That's a really sharp swim suit, by the way," I said.
His smile broadened. "Oh. Thanks," he said as if he was surprised at my remark.
"Where'd you get it?" I asked.
"I don't remember, actually. I've got a lot of swim suits."
"Well, wear them through, I'd like to see you in some more of them," I said boldly. It was a dumb thing to say; even dangerous. It could cost me my job if he took it the wrong way; not to mention the possibility of losing some teeth if he put those muscles into action. But he caught my meaning and smiled.
"Would you, now?" he said with a smile.
"Well, I'm on my way home right now, but....what time do you get off? Maybe we could go swimming," he asked.
"Not till eleven. It would be too late to go swimming," I said.
"We don't have to go swimming for you to see me in another swim suit, do we?" he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"No, I guess we don't," I said.
"Well, then, I'll see you back here at eleven o'clock," he said. "What's your favorite color?"
I thought for a second then gave the perfect answer. "It really doesn't matter, as long as you're in it," I said.
He laughed, the sloping muscles of his hard abs rippling.
"Fuckin' great abs, too," I said for good measure.
"Hey, I'll park over in the mall parking lot, back under the trees when I come back; that okay?" he said.
"Yeah, that would be a good idea," I said.
I knew I took too long delivering the order and I knew the manager would be unhappy.
"That took too long," she said with her usual glare.
"I thought it would be impolite to just walk away when he was talking," I said defensively.
The rest of the night was half hell and half excitement. The waiting was the hell part, but the excitement and anticipation made the time go faster. I volunteered to finish the floor and clean the grill so I would be the last one out, along with the manager. I didn't want the others to see me going to the guy's car. We locked up and left, and I drove my car out of the lot and around to the mall parking lot. I parked back under the trees, several spaces away, and walked to his car. He greeted me warmly and told me to get in, but he didn't start the car.
"Where are we going?" I asked, eyeing the near naked stud.
"You said you wanted to see me another suit. How do you like this one?" he asked as he turned on the dash lights.
I'd caught a glimpse of it from the dome light when I got in the car but it was dark again back under the overhanging trees. It was a bikini style, dark blue satin, skimpier than the one he'd had on earlier. When he slumped down I noticed it was a zipper front.
"I've never seen a swim suit with a zipper in front," I said.
"For ease of access," he said with a soft chuckle as he ran his hand down over the bulging pouch. When he moved his hand I noticed he'd pulled the zipper down about an inch. Then he turned out the dash lights, leaving us in the shadows and the dim lights from the parking lot behind us.
"You're awfully shy, but sort of bold at the same time," he said. "Bold enough to know what you want but shy about going after it."
I looked all around.
"It's safe here," he said. "We've got a broad view of the entire parking lot." With that he reached for my hand and placed it over the bulge of his suit. He held it there till he knew I wasn't going to pull away.
My heard thudded in my chest as I squeezed and massaged the warm, live bulge of his manhood. He felt like a horse, and my mouth was watering as he pushed the bulge into my palm. I was no stranger to sucking cock now but I'd never done it in such a public place. When I sort of twisted around he put his arm across my shoulder to urge me down to his crotch. I met it with my mouth wide open and began mouthing the warm pouch that contained possibly the biggest cock I'd ever seen.
"Pull the zipper down with your teeth," he said.
I found the zipper with my tongue and took it between my teeth. The soft grating of it opening was music to my ears. One of the most beautiful sounds in the world is the grinding metallic teeth of a zipper moving.
I finished opening the zipper by hand and pulled the suit apart to release his cock.
"Oh, God," I whispered as I took it in my hand. He was so big I couldn't touch my fingers around it. The aroma of his crotch was intoxicating; he smelled like a fresh shower with some body splash added. His hand was on the back of my head, not to force me but more to encourage me. I didn't need any encouragement but I didn't mind his hand on my head. I wet my lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock. It swelled in appreciation and I went down as far as I could but balked when the head pushed against the opening of my throat. I could deep throat now but this would be like swallowing a baseball, and it was the wrong position. I started sucking him. He still wasn't forcing me but I could feel the pressure of his hand on my head and I began to psyche myself up for it. I wanted to do it.
Finally I rose up and said, "If you can make it go down a little so it's not so hard I think I could take it. I know I could."
"I don't think that's gonna happen," he said. "But wait." He got something out of the console; a small bottle. He uncapped it. "Raise up and open your mouth." I did and he sprayed several squirts of the stuff into my mouth. "Swallow it and I'll give you some more."
I swallowed and asked what it was.
"It's like Novocain, it'll deaden your gag reflex," he said as he gave me several more sprays. I could feel my mouth and the back of my throat going numb and I wondered how much I would even be able to feel his cock.
He urged me back down on his cock with his hand heavy on the back of my head. I let him force his cock into my throat, pleasantly surprised how easily I took him. It was a tight fit and there was a little discomfort as his cock shoved deeper and deeper into my throat but I hung ono till my face was pressed hard in his pubes. It was a heady experience and I could still feel the bulk of his cock all the way in. When he was sure of me, he eased the pressure on my head to let me raise up a little. Then he started humping his butt up off the seat and fucking my throat. I was so happy I could take him even though I couldn't feel everything as much as I would've liked.
The thing I didn't realize was, the stuff also deadened his cock as well which made him last longer. I sucked him and let him fuck my throat for what seemed like a very long time. I was pleased when the stuff began to wear off and I could still deep throat him, but my throat was starting to get sore. Like I said, it was the wrong angle. I didn't mention it because I didn't want to stop, and I frankly didn't think he would let me stop. But then he stopped all of a sudden.
"There's the mall cop," he whispered as he shoved me away and reached for the keys in the ignition.
I straightened as he started the engine. "Fuck, that was awesome," he said as he drove out of the parking lot. "Haven't had very many guys do that, take me all the way."
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Someplace where we can finish," he said.
As we drove out of town he put his arm across my shoulder to urge me back down. "You can go ahead and get started again," he said.
He drove out to the county park and followed a winding, narrow road to a secluded picnic area, close to the lake, all the while with me bobbing up and down on his cock, although I didn't try to deep throat him while we were driving. He parked the car facing out then turned in the seat toward me. I sort of twisted around too, and he brought his right leg up on the other side of me so I was virtually between his legs. I leaned over and he pushed my head down into his crotch. I met it with my mouth wide open and began mouthing the warm cock meat.
"Fuck, take it," he groaned huskily.
I tugged on his swim suit and he lifted up out of the seat and together we took it off of him. He slouched down in the seat with his cock throbbing way up over his stomach.
"Geezusss!" I gasped. He was huge. Unbelievably huge. "My God! How big is it?"
He laughed, his muscular abs rippling. "Big enough but not too big. You were taking it fine."
I succumbed to the force of his muscular arm and met his manhood with my mouth opened so wide I thought my jaws my lock.
"You want some more of this?" he asked, holding up the small spray bottle.
"It'll wear off, and it'll deaden your cock," I said.
"Fuck it; let's do it this way." He climbed out of the car and pulled me across the seat and told me to lie with my head over the edge of the seat. Yesss! This was the way! When I was in position he leaned on the frame of the car, hunkered down to give me his cock. I guided it and took it in my mouth and quickly took hold of his butt to pull him to me. His cock slid through and all the way into my throat. I was amazed how easily every inch of his magnificent cock filled my throat.
"Awwww, fuck yeah, you know how to do this!"
With my head laid way back over the edge of the seat my gag reflex was turned on but it never activated. I was so happy to learn this secret of deep throating. I was confident I could take any size cock this way. His deep thrusts brought up a lot of spit that ran down over my face. I didn't care. All I cared about was his huge cock plunging into my throat and his heavy balls dragging across my face, and his massive thighs straddling my head.
He leaned in over me to take hold of my cock. I jumped with panic. I wished he wouldn't, I was so hot I was afraid I would go off and I didn't want to do that for a long time but it was only a brief attention that he paid my cock. He ran his hands on down my thighs.
"Bring your knees up," he said.
I cocked my knees up and he hooked his hands under them and pulled my legs up over me, bending me in half with my butt upturned.
"Damn, you've got a nice butt," he whispered.
"Uuhhnnnnn," I moaned around his cock as he pressed his fingertip against my hole.
"I wanta fuck that sometime," he said.
"MMMMnnnhh," I groaned again as he shoved the first knuckle of his finger inside me.
"Oh, so nice and tight and hot," he said. "Have you ever been fucked?" he asked.
I shook my head no and concentrated harder on giving him the best blowjob/tongue-job I could. I don't know why I lied, except I was a little scared. I wondered if he could even find women who could handle him. But I wanted his cock and I thought if I lied and he thought I was a virgin he would want my ass all the more. I sucked hard and slathered his cock head with my tongue, hoping to get him off before the idea of fucking me became a reality in his mind, at the same time I was squirming around on his probing finger, glad that the older guy had already broke me in, just in case.
"Do you want to get fucked?" he asked as he shoved a second finger through my hole.
"Aaawwwhnnn!" I groaned loudly, struggling to get off of his cock. "I don't know, right now I want to suck your cock. It's so big, and so fuckin' beautiful."
"Yeah, go ahead, chow down, fuckin' can wait," he said, but he was actually fucking me with his fingers. "Do you swallow?" he asked.
I shook my head yes as I tried to raise up to answer him but he kept me down. I didn't really like to swallow, but I wanted him to tell him he was going come in my mouth. I didn't like the taste of cum but I loved having hot, thick semen spurt into my mouth and swirl it around the guy's cock while he was cumming. But then I always spit it out when I could. I couldn't very well do that this time.
"I want you to swallow it, okay?" he said as he humped his cock up into my mouth in short thrusts.
I managed to speak this time. "You can shoot in my mouth but I don't know if I can swallow it," I said. "I never have," I lied again.
"Well, this'll be your first time, then," he said, and before I had a chance to answer. "Won't be long," he told me. "I'll warn you when I'm close."
I was sort of panicked. I loved sucking his cock, and I wanted to feel his load shooting in my mouth, but I just knew I would be sick if he shot a lot and forced me to swallow the stuff. Either way, there wasn't much I could do, so I tried to brace myself and get psyched up for it. Even if I had to swallow his cum, that would be easier than getting fucked by his big horse cock. Yeah, I wanted it, but I was afraid of it. It was very frustrating.
His warning came at precisely the same second that the first salvo of semen blasted into my mouth so it wasn't a warning at all.
"I'm comming!" he gasped as he clamped his hand firmly on my head to hold it in place, which pretty much let me know that I was going to swallow come for the "first" time.
He filled my mouth in no time; with the size of his cockhead, there wasn't much room for his load of cum.
"Swallow," he said frantically. "Don't lose it, swallow it."
I fought down my gag reflex as I took the first big gulp. The stuff slid down my throat in a long, thick globby rope, more easily than I could've imagined. With my throat opened up he was suddenly shooting directly into my throat and my throat muscles were accepting it and contracting and taking it down into my stomach. The entire task was easier than I expected with such volume. With his cock pressed tightly against the opening of my throat and spurting cum into my throat, I wasn't getting the taste of the stuff. But there was a lot of it. I know he must've shot off at least twelve or thirteen loads before the stuff started boiling out into my mouth. At last, I was left with a mouthful of warm cockmeat and semen. He held it there for a long moment as he caught his breath. Finally, the pressure around my head was released and he stepped back and I rose up. As my lips slid back from around his cockhead, his semen swirled in my mouth and I got the full blast of taste. I willed myself to swallow it to get rid of it. Raising up, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Fuck, that was fantastic! You didn't lose a drop," he said.
"I don't think so," I said.
"Shit, you've got a real educated tongue," he said. "I would like to educate your ass. I know it'd fit in your ass nice and snug," he said.
I wanted to tell him that it wasn't certain that we weren't ever going to find that out, but then he mentioned coming to his room. I wondered why we hadn't gone there in the first place.
"Sorry I couldn't take you there tonight, my roommate was using it, and it's too late now, he would already be in bed," he said.
"You share a place?"
"Me and another guy share a room at a motel. We're on the construction crew for the summer building the new brewery," he said. "We'll go back to college in the fall."
"Which motel," I asked.
A nearly shit when he told me. I almost blurted out that I knew another guy who stayed there. I wondered how many other men from the crew were living at the motel.
So I didn't get fucked that night. I wanted to but I was too scared of his oversized cock. By the time I got home I was regretting not letting the guy fuck me. I could've handled him somehow, and my ass was rebelling, all itchy inside. There was an empty ache inside me, more than pain that I had endured with my first fuck, that I knew it would not go away. The body healed itself, and being in such great shape, mine would rebound in no time and I would be ready for more. The idea of being fucked again scared me a little but I couldn't help myself. I had gotten past the pain on my virgin voyage, and I would again. Besides, I told myself, if I got used to taking the older guy's cock, I would have no fear of any man who wanted to fuck me, including the giant-cocked guy in the swimsuit.
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