When did you first recognize

Keith was driving his truck with the load of tires I was to pick up for Mr. Roy that Saturday morning in Knoxville and get them back to the shop by noon. Keith had talked with Mr. Roy telling him he would deliver the tires and his boy to him but we may not make it by noon. I was in the cab of his truck thinking why would it take so long for us to get from Knoxville to Alcoa. Keith kept looking at me. Small talk about football, how I liked working for Mr. Roy and asked me of my tires on my truck were a good purchase. I was trying to piece together all this information. First of all, how did he know I had a truck, just recently had tires put on it. As we drove down the road Keith pulled off the main road to a back road headed through the country. He then made a turn onto a dirt road and pulled up behind a barn. He said Mr. Roy had told him how much I liked cock and I would need to pay him for his troubles. He took his cock out and I froze. It was about seven inches soft but thick as a beer bottle. I didn’t waste anytime. I started licking the head and fuck...his balls smelled so good. He pulled me off his pecker and kissed me deep. I bit his tongue and get grabbed my crotch and squeezed my nuts so hard. He told me to get out of the truck. He reached behind his seat and got a blanket. We went up to the hay loft and we both got naked in minutes. He swallowed my balls. He poked his wet finger in my hole. Keith had big, thick fingers. No oil, no lube, k-y, nothing. He was rimming my ass as I was jerking my needy cock. He told me to shoot my load. I definitely obeyed. As I was ready to shoot he swallowed my cock. He took my cum in his mouth but didn’t swallow. He used his strong hand and rolled me over. He let some of my cum drip out of his mouth on to my hole. He continued to spit the rest of my cum in his hand. He was using my cum as lube. I had never experienced anything like his. Not saying a word he thrusted his fat, thick nine inch cock in my hole. He wasn’t patient, gentle...fuck no...he took my ass. The head of his cock made my ring burn ...it hurt but it was a good hurt. He fucked me nice and slow. Long, steady intense thrust. I felt like I was being ripped apart. He kissed my neck, told me my ass was the best man pussy he had ever had. Told me if Mr. Roy ever gave me up he would claim me. Keith’s balls were slapping against my ass and my balls felt his furry balls touching against mine. I was loving it. One deep stroke and he just stayed there deep in my hole. Letting his cock soak in my cum he had used as lube. He kissed me and told me he was going to cum. He nibbled on the back of my neck leaving small bite marks. Once he shot his load he told me he had to do something. He ripped a handkerchief with his teeth and plugged my ass. Told me the cum in my ass...mine and his couldn’t drip out. We put our clothes on. I tucked his cock inside his briefs and stayed on my knees and just smelled his meat. He pulled me up for a kiss and said we had to get a move on.

Once we arrived at the tire shop Keith and Mr. Roy chatted. Scott kept looking at me. He walked over and whispered ....”you smell like cum.”

Next thing I knew Mr. Roy told me to go to his office. I did as I was told. Within ten minutes Mr. Roy entered, gave me a stern look...said only one word....strip! I immediately got undressed. He told me to bend over. He took the soaked cum rag of a handkerchief out of my ass and put it in his mouth. He was just holding it in his mouth and tracing his finger around the ring of my ass. Next, Mr. Roy bent me over his desk and destroyed my ass with his tongue. I bet he ate me for ten minutes or longer. He dug his finger in my hole to work loose more cum. He sucked my hole. Honest to god....I shot my load on his desk without me or Mr. Roy touching my cock. The next thing that happened was Mr. Roy was thrusting his cock in my used hole. This was probably the fifth time Mr. Roy had fucked me, however, this time was different. He was hurting me. He was driving his hard cock into my hole. After Keith had fucked me, Mr. Roy sucking the cum out of my hole, being fingered by both men and now fucked aggressively by my boss I was exhausted. When Mr. Roy announced he was ready to cum he demanded me on my knees. He dumped his load down my throat. I felt used, nasty, confused, and couldn’t understand why Mr. Roy was so different this time. After Mr. Roy had shot off on my face he pulled up his pants, zipped up and walked out of the office. I sat in the floor...dazed, confused, and felt like for some reason I had done something wrong. I got up...got some paper towels and cleaned up the best I could. Walked out of the office and Scott was standing there. He smiled and said, “come with me.” We went to the rest room. He undressed me. Fixed the sink full of warm water. He had a hand towel, was cloth and my gym bag he had found in my truck. He used Irish Spring soap. The green bar ...he tenderly washed my face. He washed my stomach, my cock...touching in a special tender way. He lathered up the rag and washed my nuts and let the warm water run over my ass by squeezing the wash cloth. He didn’t say a word. He was attentive and kind. When he finished he took a brown paper bag and put my soiled clothes in the bag. He turned me around. He looked me in the eye...kissed me gently on the lips and said, “Jon, I need to check your ass and make sure you are ok.” I nodded and did as he instructed. He was tender, gentle and tapped my hole, traced his finger around my opening. He said I was stretched, raw and definitely would be sore. He told me to put Vaseline on it several times the remainder of the day And even Sunday. Scott picked up the bag of my clothes and told me he would take them home and wash them. He looked in the bag and looked puzzled. He said, “where is your jockstrap “? He knows Mr. Roy requires me to wear a jockstrap to work. I told him Keith kept it.

As I walked to my truck Mr. Roy was no where to be seen. Scott got in his brown International Scout and motioned for me to follow him. We got to his cabin at the lake within 30 minutes. He got me inside, helped me undress and he gave me a union suit to wear. My grandpa use to wear one when I was a kid. This was fire engine red. He kissed me tenderly on the lips, but not in a sex way. He poured me a shot of Jack Daniels and took me to bed. He undressed and got on the bed with me. The patchwork quilt was somewhat similar as to what my mom made. He kissed my neck...asked if my neck hurt, I didn’t recall until then that Keith had bitten my neck several times. Scott held me until I fell asleep. When I woke up he had the television on. He was watching Mission Impossible. I didn’t realized I had slept for over six hours. He had fixed dinner. Told me he called my parents and arranged for me to hang out and watch a video. My folks had gotten to know all these guys and they trusted them and trusted me. As we ate our pot pies I noticed he had a jar of Vaseline on the counter. He didn’t say a word.....walked over to me. Opened the back side of the union suit and doctored my ass.

We watched a video, chilled and it was good to be at the lake in Scott’s surroundings. He left the television on. He held me..kissed me and held my chin in his hand. He whispered, are you ok? I nodded yes. I asked him, Why would Mr. Roy be so rough, so aggressive, mean to me? He kissed my forehead And said, I have an idea, but I promise you this Jon, no one will ever hurt you again. I fell asleep in Scott’s arms. I had a good number of men to fuck me, play with me....and I liked it, however, until this night, I’d never had a grown man to love me without even pitting his cock in me. I slept like a baby. More to cum.....