Ben is nineteen and his Mom has a new , much older, boyfriend called Larry Wójcik. The ex-con is often drunk and intimidates Ben.
This is a one-time story with no planned follow-up.
Our house, a sprawling, cookie-cutter, McMansion in the deserted suburbs, had become a battleground of sorts. My mother's latest boyfriend moved in two weeks ago, bringing with him a sense of tension and unease. He was nastier than most of them, basic, grizzled and ink-sleeved.
They argued most days, fighting about everything from the food Mom bought, to the booze he drank during the day. I wondered why she let him live with us. The neighbours tried not to hear the shouting from the back-yard.
He was a burly man, a stern look that could cut through steel. I had seen him around the neighborhood before in his beat up truck, but never up close. His name was Larry Wójcik. He was sixty three years old which made him forty-four years older than me, almost half a century.
In the kitchen, the fridge hummed a lonely tune. I grabbed a beer, popped the cap and took a swig. The cold liquid washed over me, calming my nerves. I tiptoed to the sliding glass door, peering into the backyard.
The water in the pool out back shimmered in August, an oasis in the oppressive heat. That's when I saw Larry naked for the first time. He was lounging on an inflatable raft, his eyes closed, a beer in one hand.
The sun bounced off his hairless chest, revealing every contour of his muscled body. He’d popped a boner which was shaped like a sabre and kind of threatening. Man, that thing was impressive.
I looked through the fridge a little, taking my eyes off the pool for a few minutes.
"You gawking, Benny boy?" The voice behind me was hard, predatory, mocking and demanding.
I nearly dropped the beer. Larry's gruff voice startled me. He had got out of the pool, come in through the kitchen door and snuck up behind me without a sound, his bare feet silent on the cold tiles. "I, I, I was just getting a drink," I stammered, trying to keep my cool.
He grinned, a knowing look in his eyes. "Don't be shy, Ben, you can take a good look, you little pervert!." His voice had an underlying tone of challenge. "I've got nothing' to hide."
Larry stood there, bare assed nekkid and grinning from ear to ear. He extended his arms out and showed me what he had, his cock was standing out thick and veiny and intimidating. He throbbed it for me so I could see it up close before turning around so I could see his ass. He was trying to intimidate me. I knew it.
I felt the heat creep up my neck, a mix of fear and something else. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his sculpted abs, the water droplets glistening on his skin. He was right; he had nothing to hide. Larry had caught me looking and he liked that he caught me. The silence between us was electric, charged with a tension I didn't quite understand.
The house felt like it was holding its breath as I stepped back, my heart thumping in my chest. This was going to be a long, strange summer.
He laughed out loud and walked away without saying any more. He walked back to the pool, He dived in and swam to the far side. All I could do was go to my room.
I threw myself onto the bed, my thoughts swirling around that image of him naked. I hated him, really. He'd been trying to intimidate me since the day he started dating my mom. The guy was an ex-con, for Christ's sake but now, now, all I could think about was that cock and what it would feel like.
I reached into my pants and started to stroke myself, trying to push Larry out of my mind but it was no use. The more I thought about him, the harder I got. I pictured him standing there, all tough and bullish, his cock jutting out like a challenge and as much as I didn't want to admit it, Larry was turning me on.
My hand moved faster, my breath coming in gasps. I could feel the pressure building, the heat in my balls, and I knew I was going to cum. Instead of the usual fantasy, it was Larry's face that filled my thoughts. Larry, who could crush me with one hand. Larry, who might one day be my stepfather. Fuck, he was just so disgusting!
The thought was so fucked up, so wrong, but it only made me more desperate. With a strangled moan, I came all over my stomach. I laid there, panting and sweaty, my mind reeling as my abs acted as cum gutters. What the hell was happening to me?
After that, I found myself sneaking glances when I thought I was alone, catching glimpses of his powerful form as he stumbled around the house naked and always when Mom was away. He was picking his times.
He never missed an opportunity to get drunk, and throw a taunt or a lewd remark my way. "You're always staring," he'd say with a smirk, flexing his biceps. "What's the matter, Ben? Never seen a real man before?"
The truth was, I had never been with a man before. I’d seen porno films, yeah, they were hot. This was different and I wanted to lose my virginity really badly but in this neighbourhood it wasn’t easy to meet anyone older and I didn’t have a car.
One evening, after a particularly heavy argument between Larry and Mom, the tension reached a boiling point. Mom had gone to her sister’s, Aunt Millie, and Larry stormed into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot, the scent of cheap whiskey clinging to him like a toxic cloud.
Larry knew we were alone and he grabbed my shoulder, his grip like a vice.
"You're always jerking off, aren't you, Ben?" he sneered, the words cutting through the silence like a knife. "You're just a little faggot, aren't you?" He’d probably been watching me jerking off, I was sure of it.
The words stung, but something else stirred in me. I WAS always jerking off, he was right about that.
He was so close now, his bare chest brushing against my arm, his breath hot and sour. "Get your naked ass under the shower," he barked, pushing me towards a ground floor shower room. "You stink of fear and lust. Maybe I'll join you, show you how jerking is really done."
My legs trembled as I followed his command, the heat in my face spreading to the rest of my body. I stripped off my clothes as I walked towards the shower room, the fabric sticking to my damp skin.
The shower's cold spray hit me like a slap in the face, but it didn't cool the fire burning in my balls. I felt his eyes on me, watching, judging, but I didn't dare turn to look. The water cascaded down my back, my hands shaking as I reached for the soap, my thoughts racing.
"You're such a pretty girl," he murmured, his voice low, dangerous and mocking. He stepped closer, his own nakedness pressing against me, his boner unmistakable.
"You want to know what it's like to be with a man?" He didn't wait for an answer, his mouth crashing down on mine.
The kiss was rough, demanding, his tongue pushing into my mouth like he owned it. I was frozen, too shocked to resist, too excited to push him away.
This was it. The moment I had both feared and craved. As the water rained down on us, mixing with the sweat and the soap, I realized that I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to be fucked by Mom’s repeat offender boyfriend.
Larry's hand traveled down my chest, his calloused fingers tracing the lines of my body, exploring me like I was a map to hidden treasure. His touch was firm but not rough, and his eyes searched my own, looking for resistance. I didn’t resist.
Larry took my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart thumping like a drum. "Feel that?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "That's what you do to me."
I knew that, deep down, Larry would be worried about being reported for any violation of his probation, committing new crimes and all but I wasn’t gonna report him for anything.
He pressed my back against the cold tiles, his body enveloping me like a warm, wet blanket. He kissed me again, and this time, I kissed back, my tongue tentatively meeting his.
The taste of alcohol and cigarettes was oddly intoxicating, melding with the scent of his musky cologne. He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that resonated through my body.
He looked down at me, a strange tenderness in his gaze, and for a split second, I saw something other than the brash, boorish man who had moved into our house.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby girl," he murmured, his mocking voice thick with lust.
His hands gently massaged my balls, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body. I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head, and that's when I knew that I was his.
Larry spun me around, the suddenness of his action making me gasp. His hands were firm, really rough, as they rubbed soap into my asshole and pushed me against the shower wall.
I felt his cock, thick and hot, nudging against my soapy hole. I tensed, my mind racing with fear and anticipation. Before I could protest or even comprehend what was happening, he was inside me, filling me up in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.
I figured he’d done this so often to guys in prison and knew what he was doing. Probably not a good time to tell him to stop.
There was no sweetness, no gentle coaxing. It was raw, animalistic, a claiming of territory. His thrusts were deep and hard, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the small bathroom.
This was an anger fuck, using me instead of Mom. Larry couldn’t have her so he was fucking me. I didn’t mind.
Each time he pushed into me, I felt like I was being split in two, my body both fighting and welcoming the intrusion.
The initial shock wore off and I found myself pushing back into him, my body responding in a way that surprised me.
He didn't speak, his breath coming out in harsh pants. The dumb look on my face as he fucked me only seemed to fuel his desire. He fucked me like he owned me, like he was taking something that belonged to him, something I had no right to withhold.
His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my skin, leaving bruises that would bloom later. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, the pain mixing with a perverse pleasure that made me feel dirty and wrong.
He cum in me, quick, perfunctory, harsh and deep inside me. Larry grunted like a boar fucking in a barn, no style, no elegance. For my first time I wanted so much and here I was being fucked in a shower by older ex-con with a sabre cock. I’d fucked up big time.
When Larry finished and got his breath back, he pulled out abruptly, leaving me feeling empty. He didn't bother to clean me up, just rinsed himself clean and turned the shower off with a sharp twist of his wrist. He was still really drunk and I wasn’t sure he’d even remember this in the morning.
Larry stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist without a backward glance. Shower time was over.
I stood there. Larry’s cum still leaking out of my ass, silent evidence of the ex-con fucking me. He took what he wanted and discarded me, leaving me feeling used and cheap. I felt the first stirrings of anger and humiliation. There was also a part of me that craved more, that craved his touch, his dominance, his approval. I wanted to be fucked some more by Larry.
I couldn't help but wonder what this twisted dance would lead to next.
