Rough Rodney

When I was sixteen, I officially met Rodney. He would never have been the kind of guy I would befriend. Although we had been in school together for a couple of years, we had never interacted.

Our ‘friendship’ came about when I got bullied at school one day. Bullying had always been part of my life because, being as timid and small as I was, it was as though I had a sign on my forehead inviting potential bullies to pick on me. As the bullying occurred on that day, Rodney interceded on my behalf and threatened my persecutors to never come near me again.

The threat was easily sustainable because of Rodney’s sheer size. Rodney was hefty, and anyone that was inclined to test their strength would never pick on him as an adversary. Rodney had a mild form of albinism, and the hair on his head, his eyebrows, and eyelashes, was practically white. His complexion was very light, pinkish, and white, and his pudding face made me think of a pig. This appearance got enhanced by his small, light-green, porcine eyes. His lips were plump and broad nostrils added to my pig-like image. As if all of this wasn’t funny enough, Rodney also had a sinus problem and sniffed incessantly.

After the bullying episode, Rodney annexed me as a friend and always spent breaks at school in my company. In as much, as he wasn’t my idea of a great companion, this ‘friendship’ had two positive results. Firstly, no bullies ever gave me a sideways glance, and secondly, his mum made the most delicious cakes, which he was willing to share with me.

Rodney was not a good student and battled at school. When he mentioned that he was struggling with maths, in a quid pro quo gesture, I offered to give him help.

Rodney was elated by my offer and asked if I would accompany him home the following day for extra lessons. Naturally, I couldn’t refuse.

Rodney didn’t live far away from my home, and the deviation from my usual route was minimal. When we got to his place, I was amazed. Rodney was a lucky guy. At his home, his dad had turned the former attic into a private ‘pad’ for Rodney. Rodney even had his entrance by way of an outdoor wooden staircase to access his apartment. His apartment afforded him total privacy because his parents rarely entered his space. Rodney’s duty was to keep his room clean and tidy. Fortunately, all his washing got done by his mum.

Rodney had a lovely double bed, bathroom, state of the art television, and a small lounge area that included a desk and computer. Most bachelors would’ve given up their eyeteeth for a place like this.

Before long, we were seated at his desk as our lesson began.

I did the best I could, but it soon appeared that Rodney was becoming distracted.

“Looks like you’ve had enough, buddy, “I said.

 “Yeah, do you mind if we continue tomorrow?” he asked.

“No problem,” I answered, wondering if these lessons were now going to become habitual.

“So, buddy, what have you got planned when you get home?” Rodney asked.

“Homework… reading…” I replied with a ‘whatever’ shrug.

“Jeez, don’t you watch porn, buddy,” Rodney sniffed in disbelief.

“Sometimes,” I lied, again shrugging because I very seldom did

“Christ, I fuckin’ love porn,” Rodney gushed, before enthusiastically offering to show me his favourite stuff.

In a ritualistic manner, Rodney got up and stripped down to his underpants.

‘Oh, fuck, where is this heading?’ I thought to myself.

Once he had put his computer on, Rodney made himself comfortable on the bed, with a cushion behind him as he leaned his back against the headboard.

“Sit there and watch this,” he excitedly exclaimed as he motioned me to sit at the foot of the bed.

As the movie commenced, Rodney’s eyes became glazed as he fervently focussed on the screen.

“Watch this, buddy, it’s one of my favourites. I like rough porn, the rougher, the better,” he exulted.

On-screen, five guys dragged a woman into what looked like a basement room with a few supporting pillars. After ripping her outfit off her body, she soon got hustled by the men. One guy was skull-fucking her as another guy shoved his dick into her pussy. The melee was all accompanied by arse and face slapping.

Apart from the grunts, groans, and moans, of the actors in the movie, Rodney’s sniffing and grunting echoed as he commenced a running commentary.

“Yeah, slap that bitch. Fuck her, oh, yeah, fuck the hell out of that whore,” Rodney commenced intoning and sniffing.

When the guy fucking the woman extracted his dick from her pussy and placed it at her backside after using his spit, Rodney convulsed with excitement.

“Yeah, fuck her arse, fuck her fuckin’ arse,” he gushed between sniffs.

As I looked at him bewildered, Rodney’s legs were apart, and from the tent in his underpants, I could see what looked like an impressive boner.

He kept repeating, “Watch this, buddy,” followed by explanations of what was to come, as the woman got solidly fucked from all sides, and by all the guys.

By now, Rodney was tweaking his nipples and groping his crotch.

“Listen, buddy… I’d better head home because I’ve got a lot of homework to do,” I meekly informed him.

“Okay, buddy,” he answered as he paused the show.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked as he walked me to the door with his underpants fighting to constrain his erection.

“Yeah, it was awesome, and I’m sorry I have to leave so soon,” I informed him.

With a huge smile, he then said, “Okay, Gethin, you can watch the rest tomorrow.”

As I walked home, I had a raging hard-on. It wasn’t because of the bullshit I had seen on screen, but because of Rodney’s reaction to it. I was sure that he was straight, and although he didn’t appeal to me, the large ‘tent’ I had seen in his underpants intrigued me.

I even began to regret my early departure, ruefully pondering if he might have whipped his dick out, and began tugging on it. I knew that I was gay but had never had the guts to initiate intimacy with another guy.

That night as I lay in bed, I couldn’t get Rodney out of my mind. Even the thought of his fat, doughy hands excited me. As I thought of him clamping those hands on my head as he encouraged me to suck his dick, I began frantically masturbating.

The following day at school, it was as if a veil got lifted from my eyes, and I saw Rodney in a different light. Please do not mistakenly think that I now saw him as handsome, which he wasn’t, but the events of the previous day had altered my perceptions.

When Rodney again invited me to accompany him home, a thrill of excitement filtered through my system, wondering if I would see what the ‘tent’ had hidden the previous day.

After our short maths lesson, Rodney once more followed the same procedure as the previous day, assuring me that I had missed some of the best parts of the movie.

I showed more enthusiasm than the day before once the movie got going, and also contributed with a few of my own, “Fuck, yesses.”

“Jeez, buddy, I was worried that you weren’t into this yesterday. I’m very pleased you like it and have many more movies to show you,” Rodney happily concluded.

Deciding to spice things up, I asked, “Do your jerk off a lot?”

Fuck, are you kidding? I can barely touch my dick without tugging on it. I am always fuckin’ horny,” he summed up. 

“Have you ever had sex with anyone?” I asked, careful of my pronoun.

Rodney got an embarrassed look on his face before answering, “No.”

“Don’t worry, buddy, neither have I,” I informed him.

“Yeah, but at least you’re good-looking,” Rodney ruefully responded, “I’ve never even come close.”

“Well, I’ve never even seen a real pussy or another cock before,” I calculatingly answered.  

 “Shit, bro, I don’t mind showing you my dick,” Rodney unreservedly stated.

With that, Rodney lifted his butt before pulling his underpants downward and throwing them on the floor. Rodney then sat back to give me a better view.

Rodney’s cock was indeed large, but rather unusual. It looked like a traffic cone as it tapered from a thick base to a smallish head. If you’ll forgive me another simile, because of the light texture of the skin and the bright red glans peeing from the tip of his foreskin, it looked like an upside-down vanilla dessert into which a cherry had gotten pushed. His floppy balls completed the picture and looked like a mass of meringue underpinning the conical tower like a pavlova dessert base.

“So… What do you think?” he apprehensively asked.

“Jeez, buddy, you are well above average,” I stated, before informing him of my dessert analogy.

Fortunately, Rodney saw the funny side, and we both had a good chuckle.

“You’re only wrong about one thing, however, buddy, it’s not a cherry, but a big strawberry,” Rodney said, as he pulled his foreskin downward.

“Are you impressed?” Rodney asked.

“Very,” I answered as I looked at the large, moist strawberry.

“Well, the only thing left to do is to see if it tastes as good as it looks,” he suggested.

At that moment, we made a visual connection that left me in no doubt that he wanted me to suck his dick. I was stunned and became rigid with shock, as my eyes begged for permission.

“What’s wrong, Gethin… Please don’t tell me that you’re diabetic?” Rodney asked with a chuckle and a sniff.

After I moved my body closer, my mouth was soon touching his dick. As my mouth began to broaden downward, I was pleased that there were no antics like we had seen in his movie, and Rodney allowed me to do my thing.

“So, does it taste as good as it looked?” Rodney asked.

“Mmmm,” I replied.

“Listen, buddy, why don’t you also get naked?” Rodney suggested as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

Within half a minute after undressing, I was back on the bed with my head between Rodney’s wide open legs.

As I began to acclimatize to my mouth stretching and throat invading mission, it sadly didn’t take long before Rodney reverted to the dialogue and action from the movies he loved to watch.

“Open that mouth, yeah open that fucking mouth, bitch,” dialogue soon began reverberating in the room. Additionally, Rodney’s hands now commenced the downward pressure and face-slapping routine that so enamoured him. Because of Rodney’s strength, I was defenseless against the onslaught, not that I had objected.

Thankfully, the ordeal was short-lived before my mouth got coated with cum.

Although my mouth and throat hurt a little, I enjoyed the ‘torment’ more than I anticipated. After all, I had now sucked my first cock. More importantly, my first large cock. What surprised me most was that I enjoyed the taste of spunk.

Thanks, for giving me my first incredible blowjob, Rodney uttered with a smile.

When I replied that I had also enjoyed it, a relieved smile broke out on Rodney’s face. As Rodney saw me to the door, I presumed that he decided to take out some insurance by kissing me. It wasn’t prolonged but met with my approval.

The following information was only told to me by Rodney at a later stage. Given the context of the info, however, I thought it would fit into the context of my story at this point.

After I left, Rodney had a spate of gay remorse. He had never thought of having sex with another guy. Rodney, was straight, after all. Much as he knew that his sexual chances at school were limited, he had, nevertheless, mentally concocted the eventuality of hiring a whore one day and fucking the hell out of her to please his predilections.

As Rodney ruminated on the events with me as a substitute, he became less stressed. He had finally had a blowjob and even cum in another person’s mouth. Although the kiss had made him uncomfortable, the look on my face made him feel pleased that he had shown his appreciation. Rodney reasoned that I was a pretty boy after all, and better-looking than many of the girls at school. Rodney even began to wonder if I would let him fuck my backside. Most of the men in the movies he watched spent eighty percent of their time fucking the women in their arses, and arse was an arse, after all.

For me, it had been an incredible experience, and if I had any doubt about being gay, that got negated. I would’ve liked a more sensual and prolonged kiss, but was happy about what had happened. Although Rodney would never have been my first choice, I was elated that I had finally embarked on my sexual journey in life. I was also not freaked out about Rodney’s roughness and had enjoyed it. I also wondered if anal penetration would be on the cards. It was clear to me that Rodney got very excited about the anal penetration in the movie we had viewed.

The following day at school, Rodney appeared to be his usual self. Regrettably, however, no invitation for extra lessons was extended. Rodney explained that his father had given him an ultimatum about mowing their lawn and that it had to get accomplished by that afternoon. I was a little worried about the excuse and hoped that it wasn’t a brushoff.

What I didn’t know was that it was a legitimate excuse and that Rodney was as disappointed as I was. The more that Rodney thought about the blowjob and how great it had been, the more he was becoming fixated on fucking me.

The following day, as we made our way to Rodney’s home after school, Rodney’s demeanour seemed anxious. It was as though he couldn’t get home quick enough.

Once we were in Rodney’s apartment, Rodney became authoritarian.

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off,” Rodney uttered in a harsh tone as he sniffed excitedly.

After we were both naked, Rodney pushed me down and onto my knees, sniffing and snorting like an angry bull.

As I submissively looked up at Rodney with puppy dog eyes, I could see that I was in for a rough time. Although I was a bit nervous, the domination excited me incredibly. As Rodney began to tousle my head, the manic porn movie dialogue began to flow from Rodney’s lips. In as much as I found this trite, I understood that this was part of Rodney’s masturbation and stimulation routine.

My thoughts were brusquely interrupted when Rodney commenced face-fucking me with gusto and manipulating my head with frantic cupped hands. Rodney’s sniffing now became wild, and his vocal onslaught chaotic, as my mouth and throat got firmly battered. I began drooling like crazy as my hands held on to Rodney’s thighs frantically, as I got force-fed Rodney’s dessert.

Every time Rodney felt he was getting too close, he extracted his cock from my mouth and began alternating between spearing his three middle fingers into my mouth before slapping my face. Rodney wanted this to last and wasn’t going to make the same mistake of cumming too quickly, like two days before.  Rodney was in his element, and I am sure he felt like he was one of the studs in the video he loved so much. As Rodney speared my mouth, he also began extracting his knob and whipping my face with his dick, just like he had seen the guys in the movie doing.  

As Rodney began thinking of the next step, he asked permission to fuck my arse. Somehow this seemed slightly lame to me, and I worried that it would destroy the spirit of what had happened thus far.

“No,” I answered with a defiant imp-like grin on my face. Rodney instantly read this as playful compliance. Because I had taken the ‘abuse’ well, up until now, Rodney was almost sure that I was challenging him. Rodney now decided to test the water by assuming a very dominating persona.

“Okay, bitch, now I’m going to bust your cherry,” Rodney snarled sniffing loudly as he lifted my body and threw me onto the bed on my stomach. I offered no real protest, other than a girlish moan.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me,” I whimpered.

“Are you telling me what to do?” Rodney barked.

“No, Rodney, but please use some lubrication,” I thoughtfully pleaded.

Rodney had never bought lubrication before, and all he had was a tub of Vaseline. Rodney summarily stomped off to the bathroom and got the tub. In his mind, Rodney couldn’t believe how well things were progressing and was elated by the prospect of having me as his bitch.

As Rodney pushed his coated middle finger into my arse, I constricted my sphincter as tight as possible.

“Jesus, my cock is going to love this tight pussy,” Rodney bellowed.

After smearing his dick full of Vaseline, Rodney then placed the front of his cock at my portal.

“Now, don’t be a fuckin’ baby. If you cry, I’ll whip your fuckin’ arse,” Rodney roared.

“Oh, fuck, this strawberry looks fantastic slithering out of my foreskin,” Rodney uttered as I felt pressure at my butt-hole. The sight must have been so stimulating that Rodney began to push harder than I am sure he had planned. As I wailed, Rodney didn’t hold back.

“Yes, you bitch, you wanted dessert, now your arse is going to taste it.”

“Ow, Jesus, please take it easy,” I pleaded.

The cone, however, showed no mercy as it infiltrated my portal. Much as I wriggled in mock protest, the bulk of Rodney’s body made sure that I got pinned for full penetration.

“Just relax, you little slut, the pain will go in no time,” Rodney growled.

Fortunately, Rodney did hold still for the next minute or so, before his hips began a swaying dance above me to the nonstop sounds of sniffing and grunting.

“I can’t believe how fantastic your hole feels clamped to my knob. None of the movies I have ever watched could’ve prepared me for this level of gratification,” Rodney gushed.

I loved the compliment, and as the strain subsided, Rodney’s cone became more and more pleasurable. Additionally, when Rodney lowered his torso and commenced kissing my neck and shoulders, I was ecstatic.

“Thanks, buddy, this is fuckin’ awesome,” Rodney whispered in my ear as his tone softened.

After a hiatus, however, Rodney got back to business, as his hips intensified their thrusting, on outstretched arms. Rodney now once more had become one of the pitiless men in the movie we had watched, as my busted cherry got blasted into another dimension.

The cone was ablaze as it relentlessly pounded my backside. Despite the discomfort, I thought of myself as a young bride on her wedding night, as the strongest warrior in the medieval village ravished me. I would never forget this moment.

As Rodney finally christened my arse with the seed of life, we both panted in euphoric unison.

In the future, I did gain somewhat of an upper hand. By playing hard to get, Rodney soon realized that affectionate kissing had to become part and parcel of our get-togethers.

Happily, for me, Rodney complied. I was also relieved that we never needed to watch any more of his ridiculous porn movies.