Karate Joe Busts My Cherry
I was 15 years old when my mom sent me to live with my dad and stepmom. Coming from a big city after having run away for a year prior, I was used to the streets and the hustle of life in the 'urban jungle', so the smallish, 'podunk' town in Northern California was very SLOW to me and I got very bored.
I hung out with other skateboarders, most of them unimaginative, not too bright, mostly pussies and always doing something kinda lame. We'd do beer runs and smoked a lot of weed. I fucked dozens of girls and started smoking cigarettes. In fact, I could get a pack of Marlboro Reds at the 24-hour gas station about eight blocks from my house for 53 cents. I would sneak out my window, walk or skateboard to the station, grab a pack of smokes and go exploring. Sometimes I'd go straight home, but found myself bored to tears, alone at night while everybody else slept.
After a half a dozen nighttime visits, I started getting to know the clerk at the Arco Station. A thirty-something guy with light brown hair and a big moustache. He was an interesting dude and friendly too, so at one or two in the morning, he was a welcome break in an otherwise uneventful night. I would occasionally chat with him for an hour or more about everything from girlfriends to motorcycles to sport fighting. There was a rumor among some locals that he was gay, which didn't phase me at all, but I mindfully limited who saw me there chatting with him as I didn't need any rumors about myself getting started.
I was an extremely good looking k** with brown, wavy hair, deep hazel eyes and a look that could easily get me in and out of trouble. I was very adult looking for my age, at about 5'10'' and 189 pounds and I had hair on my chest. I always thought my body was "made for sex" because I had a fairly large, circumcised, beautifully formed dick, big, swollen, hairless balls and I had no hair on my ass, a small whisp of light hair under my armpits, and a little peach-fuzz on my lower legs, (legs which were very muscular and tanned from all the skateboarding I'd done my whole life). The coup-de-Graw was that I had a stellar backside. A decidedly perfect ass. One of the best posteriors many people had ever seen. I'd been told by many girls and women since age 11 or 12 and I took pride in showcasing my round, bubble butt in my tight Levi's. I was also aware of how many women, even older ones, liked my teenaged backside. Many of them often stared at my crotch too. My large bulge was clearly outlined with the ridges along the glans of my dick pushing the denim fabric of my bell-bottom Levi's taut. I always stayed clean and well groomed and I kept my pubes trimmed and my balls shaved, (although that was a huge secret back then).
Anyway, it turns out, my friend, the clerk at the 24-Hour "A-Stop Gas Station" was a black belt in Karate. He was actively competitive and in phenomenal shape. His name was Joe and he was about 32 years-old at the time. He was a couple inches taller than me, muscular and he had the kind of manly, yet mildly feminine features that made a guy "cute' to women, rather than rugged or handsome. I'd seen him in sweat pants a few times and subconsciously knew that he too, had a big, low swinging dick on him. He sometimes would fondle it while chatting me up during many of our late night chats. Joe was truly interested in my life and we'd chat about martial arts, his latest tournaments, my life and times in my new, small-town home, but Joe would almost always steer the conversation around to my body or my good looks. He never skipped a beat and used every opportunity to tell me how gorgeous I was. He told me there were women customers who would come in and talk to Becky, the stations owner, as neighborhood women do. Only these ladies would ask Becky where I was, what my name was, etc. Apparently they were almost always very surprised to learn how young I was.
One night, I got there around 2am and found Joe icing his hamstring. He explained how he'd bruised and pulled a muscle there and eventually hauled out an ACE bandage and asked me to help him wrap his leg. I agreed and went around the back of the shack.
The little booth from which he worked was cramped and he had to lean back as he opened the door for me to enter. There was only one seat, a bar-stool, which Joe would sit on as he worked. At this time of night, it was 99% dead with only the occasional customer stopping in off the freeway to gas up, pay at the pump and drive off. Joe shut and locked the door, joking about how he'd finally got me where he wanted me. We both chuckled and Joe warned me that in order to wrap his leg, he had to take his pants off. "As long as we don't get spotted", I told him glancing around the empty streets and parking areas.
Joe undid his belt and unbuttoned his waistband. I had noticed that he had a strapping, big bulge tenting the front of his pleated uniform pants, but said nothing and the situation remained rather innocent,(really). He unzipped his slacks and let them fall to the floor in a heap. He was wearing briefs without the fly-flap, just the thin, almost sheer fabric on the front. I was surprised at the size and shape of his package! I didn't think a guy with his build could pack that much meat. His light grey Jordache briefs hugged his pelvic region tightly. His large, distended junk-pile strained the thin fabric which barely held the weighty array of male genitalia. A dark, wet patch about the size of a dime had imprinted on the front of the underwear right at the tip of his cock, and it looked to be getting larger. An aroma that smelled a bit like sweet soap and heady musk, wafted throughout the tiny booth. Joe laughed a little when he saw that I was looking at the wet patch on his briefs.
"Heh heh heh... See what you do to me?", he quipped as he cupped a hand under his big ball sack and squeezed for emphasis.
I was slightly disgusted and I told him so.
"Yechhh!....That's so gross!", I looked away, grimacing in real but exaggerated distaste.
Secretly, I was becoming slightly curious as to what his dick might look like. Joe sat on the stool and without any available surfaces on which to rest his injured leg, we opted for the only choice which was to rest his calf on my shoulder so I could wrap his thigh. I squatted down as he hiked his foot up over my shoulder and allowed me access to the injury. The back of his thigh sported a big, dark purple bruise, an injury he gotten during a tournament that past weekend. We chatted about how it happened and what he was doing to treat the injured muscle. The entire time I was aware of his swollen balls and his leaking cock mere inches from my face.
The woody, soapy scent of clean, manhood grew stronger.
Joe was eyeing me intently and was obviously amused at my discomfort. As usual, he kept steering our conversation back to the topic of sex. I'd try to change the subject, but he was relentless with his teasing and goading.
I dutifully wrapped his thigh and fastened it with one of the little metal clips that ACE bandages have to secure them. As I went to fasten the second one, I dropped it. It tumbled off my bent knee and fell under the stool out of sight. Instinctually, I swiped and grasped at it trying to retrieve it. As I did so, my forehead and ear inadvertently mashed into Joes aroused package.
I very briefly felt the softness of his cum swollen balls and the rigidity of his semi erect penis on the side of my cheek and my temple.
That scent Joe always carried around him suddenly intensified to the point I felt like I needed to get fresh air.. It occurred to me that what I was smelling EVERY time i was around him, was his cum laden balls.
It WAS a pure accident, but apparently Joe, being so fucking gay, very horny and eager to play, was so stimulated by just the touch of my head against his oversensitive member, began to ejaculate into the fabric of his Jordache briefs. Without ANY further stimulation from me, he was cumming freely, without touching his excited member.
'Oh! Uhh! Oh! FFffffUUUUUck!!!", He stammered as the side of my face made contact and I pulled away.
His hips shot up off the seat and he thrusted his pelvis into my forehead, sk**ding and sort of missing as he did so.
I DID feel a slight spasm of excitement as he tried to press himself hard against my forehead. I pulled back, repulsed, as he humped forward.
I could smell and practically taste the cummy discharge and it was obvious he was spurting out his seminal fluid. The dark splotch on the front of his grey underwear expanded and grew to cover the entire front pouch panel.
Joe shuddered, convulsed weakly and undulated his hips as his balls let go.
"OH GOD! Oooooh! OHMYGOD! OHFUCKINGSHITICAMESOHARD! Oh Holy shit dude!!", he gasped, panting from the accidental orgasm.
The aroma of man-cum, testosterone and that clean, musky-soap, filled the booth now as I was still crouched down on the floor between his open thighs.
"Oh damn dude! Did you just shoot off in your pants because my forehead touched your dick?!" I asked incredulously as I wiped my brow with the back of my hand.
Joe looked genuinely sorry and surprised at himself.
"Dude! I DID NOT mean to do that!" He pled looking sincere and a bit shocked.
"I'm SO sorry dude!" He smiled thinly and apologized some more, meek and cautious.
Awkward silence ensued and I couldn't decide whether I was offended or entertained at his apparent faux-pas. I stared at his cummy crotch as he began to get himself together. He reached down with two fingers and lifted the waist band of his underwear up. It was sticky and wet, a very messy state of things down there. I watched as his still hard prick bobbed just above his hairless mound, strands of ejaculate clinging to his balls, pubic mound and shaft. A white, shiny dollop of sperm oozed from the small slit of his erection and joined the rest of his hot mess.
I had a sneer across my mouth and my brow furrowed in disgust. But deep inside, way down in the darker parts of my imagination, a felt a slight glimmer of.... What? What is it I was feeling here?....Curiosity? Lust? What the fuck? "That WAS sort of hot." Said my inner devil. I'd never seen, nor heard of a dude coming without touching his dick. Actually, it started to seem kind of fucking cool. I wondered if he could teach me to do that. Also it occurred to me what a hefty slab of manhood Joe was packing! Impressive, yes. But I WAS genuinely disgusted and repulsed at the thought of Joe being so wound-up that he splooged himself when the wind blew.
Joe continued to wipe cum off himself and seemed genuinely embarrassed. Where he once used bravado and conjecture, he now offered only silence and an expression of shame.
As I gauged what my reaction ought to be, I secretly prided myself on being able to turn somebody on so much that they'd lose control like that, yet I still scoffed as he apologized sheepishly.
The thought of his balls being so full of pent up sperm, while initially disgusting, began to turn itself over in my mind. His juice was so backed up because of ME! My aesthetic, MY aroma, the sight of MY exceptionally well muscled bubble butt, all of it had Gay Joe experiencing a blue balls, climactic episode.
I suddenly felt bad for the guy, but I was now entertaining a VERY strange and alien concept I'd yet to consider in my limited experience. I was staring blankly, deep in thought when I suddenly snapped back to reality... but a rather impure train of thought had begun in my imagination.
I finished the leg-wrap and was handing Joe a towel and some more napkins when, in the blink of an eye, something came over me. A switch inside me inexplicably flipped and a feeling of salacious desire surged within me. I am a passionate person, but the feeling of lecherous hunger welling up inside me was startling. I suddenly and adroitly leaned forward, pressing my lips over and onto his exposed manhood, then using only my mouth, swallowed his meat whole.
"OH FUCK!" Joe yelped in surprised delight. He opened his legs wide as to submit his genitals to me.
"OHHH GODDAMNIT DUDE!! OH fuck that's SO FUCKING GOOD!" He exclaimed grabbing my head and humping into my face.
I took the whole shaft and some of his scrotum into my mouth and buried it deep into my gullet.
My nose crushed up against his bare pubic mound and I inhaled sharply, filling my lungs with his heady scent. I remembered reading that women who sucked cock, fought the gag reflex to allow a deeper pocket for the meat in their throat. I chortled around his fuck-shaft. Spit and precum drooled out of the corners of my stuffed mouth as I sucked air in through my nostrils. The apricot sized knob of his tool wedged into my clutching throat and I gagged a little before again stifling the reflex and swallowing hard around the spongy knob in my neck.
The texture and smell of sperm across my tongue and the roof of my mouth was a bit shocking to me, but the sensation of the cut ridges of his engorged, nicely circumcised glans was mind altering and was turning me on pretty strongly.
Actually, within a few seconds, the thought of what I was doing and the raunchy, taboo nature of it, began to turn me on like nothing ever had before!
Eery inch of dick that slid past my tonsils caused a new and varied surge of pleasure in my belly, my genitals and my perineum. I deep throated his cudgel and let the small coat of remaining cum diffuse into my mouth. Wet, gurgles and gagging sounds emanated from my face and Joe was going wild with lust. He shook and shuddered as he whispered his approval to me.
"Ooooooooohh Yeeeaaahhhhh! Oh fuck Buddy!! Ohh my Gawwd you're makin' my dick hard as fuck again!" He groaned.
'Awwwwwwww fuck yer gonna make me shoot my cum again!" He announced, grimacing in lusty excitement.
My head swam and my dick became super hard and it snaked down my pant-leg. I sucked air into my lungs through my nose as I lewdly gobbled his semen soaked meat. He immediately grew fully erect and his now freed shaft seemed twice as large as before.
He had no pubic hair and the slick, smoothness of his genitalia was just one of the factors turning me on so much. Joe reached down the back of my pants and felt around my slot, trying to finger my asshole.
My own erection pressed and strained my jeans and I felt my balls swelling up with boiling cum.
Joe abruptly pulled me off his prick, stood us up and frantically grabbed my shirt sleeve, pulling me out of the booth, locking the door behind us. Joe carried his pants in one hand and guided me with the other. We slipped into the darkened main building a few feet away and landed on the desk of the service bay out of sight of the pumps and the booth. Nobody could see us in here.
The thought of a deluge of delectates and raw hedonism swelling up inside us both washed over my teenaged form and my mind whirled with delight.
It was still hot at 3am and the faint smell of gasoline and male sex-pheromone filled the air.
He quickly unbuttoned my jeans, I tore them off and chucked them aside. My now nude form exposed, my hard cock was bobbing and waving in the warm Summer air, drooling precum and throbbing obscenely. Joe shucked his semen, soaked underwear. His still hard dick bumped into my own throbbing erection and he gripped me around the waist, pulling me into him so that our crotches mashed together. I gasped and panted heavily, taken with the immense pleasure and unbridled lust that was burning inside me. We ground our genitals together hard and Joe French-kissed me like a man would tongue-kiss a woman. We locked mouths using full tongue, slimy spit, tonsils, teeth and gums. It freaked me out at first and the contrast of a mans mustache and raspy whiskers framing the soft, warm, slippery orifice that accosted my own mouth, was a lot to get used to. I almost had a rational thought that would see me hesitate, but by then, his male pheromones kicked in and I suddenly couldn't get enough of him. I vacuumed his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it like a dick. He chewed on my lower lip and I slurped at his. His slimy, frothy saliva mingled with mine and rocketed my senses into sexual overdrive. He moaned his excitement at that and did it back to me. Soon, we were both whimpering and groaning like sex crazed harlots in heat. We were going utterly pornographic with one another now and both of us sensed we were about to go deep.
My GOD! What a turn on! It was one of the most forbidden, nasty, erotically mysterious acts a teenaged boy could think to do. Always very heterosexual and somewhat of a tough-guy, here I was, initiating gay sex with a gay man in an unlocked building on the busiest intersection in my little Podunk, red-neck town. 142 minutes from now, every resident and citizen, school-k** or public servant will pass through here, not twenty feet away!
My erect and leaking dick, slipping and sliding up against another hard, cut, male, organ was almost too much for me. I could have collapsed into uncontrolled orgasm right then and there. It was considered forbidden and extremely taboo, which only made it that much hotter to me. My head rushed and I felt more excited than I'd ever felt before. The sweet, musky scent of male sex filled my head. I could smell his cum filled balls and the pre-cum that drooled from his engorged dick. I gasped and moaned at the sight of our entangled genitalia, dueling and battling together lewdly between us. The sensation of the cut ridges of our swollen glans, slipping and sliding against each other, the slick, smooth, stiffness of our slithery spikes mashed against the other and the fluid filled cushion of our hairless, cum-filled balls pressing together, caused me to shudder and squeal with lust. Sounds escaped me as I was carried away by the odd, new sensation of it all.
My throbbing, teenaged cockmeat dribbled and drooled translucent fluid and I almost shot my cum wad all over his shaved pubic mound. I had to flex my abs and my perineum to hold back my climax.
Smooth, slick, bare skin where there was normally hair was such a massive turn-on for me and the strangeness of a totally hairless male package dueling with my own, took my breath from me.
I involuntarily groaned and shuddered as I thrust my hips harder into him. He gripped my balls around their base and used his other hand to jack my rock hard shaft, stroking it and fondling it roughly.
"Ohhh F-Fuck!" I gasped as a small amount of semen squirted out of the tip of my spasming shaft.
My nuts quivered and my legs nearly buckled as my body grew weak with shameless desire.
He reached up under my tank-top and pinched my erect nipple and I winced in surprised delight. The feeling of being 'manhandled' excited me even further. The feeling in my nipple shot right down to my dick and then straight to my quivering asshole. He leaned in and kissed my chest and bit my erect nipples before sucking on them violently. He gripped one of my creamy, white ass-globes and peeled it roughly aside, stretching my eager hole.
"Oh Gawwd! This feels SO fucking GOOD! I wanna feel you play with my butthole! Please will you finger my asshole?", I blurted out, horniness taking command of my speech.
Joe sucked air through closed teeth and quickly spun me around so that I faced away from him. He put his hand on my neck and pushed gently, bending me over toward the desk.
There was just enough light in the back of the darkened garage that I could see a partial reflection of the graphic scene on the glass at the front of the auto-bay entrance. The sight that greeted me was extraordinarily hot and awe inspiring.
I bent at the waist and opened my stance as wide as I could so that my cum-laden balls swung down between my open thighs. My cock jutted straight out in front of me but was still accessible to him from the rear.
I arched my back seductively and stuck my tush out as far as I could, opening myself to this randy, gay stud.
Joe dropped to his knees and spit on my exposed butthole. THAT turned me on big time and I hummed in delight as I felt his wad of spit ooze wetly across my anus then down my swollen balls. The cooler air contrasted his hot breath as he gripped each of my smooth, creamy, teenage ass-globes and pulled them roughly apart. I gasped as he did this and felt my eager butthole clench then relax. The anticipation of feeling him play with my virgin anus was building and I pushed myself backward toward his face. He spit on my hole again, using more saliva this time. I shook and whimpered hornily as I felt more of his wet spit run down my hairless balls.
"OH MY GOD!", I moaned.
"Oh F-fffuuuck!! P-pleeease! Play with my hole Joe!", I pleaded as I wriggled my perfectly formed rump lustfully.
"Mmmmmmmm!Uh-huh!!!Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" He mumbled excitedly, pulling my ass melons roughly apart exposing my hairless sphincter.
Suddenly, I felt him wash and wipe his hot tongue across my pucker and the most sensual, blissful sensation I'd ever felt shot through my whole body like soft, fluid electricity.
"OH MY GOD! OHHHHH F-FUUUUUCK!! OH MY GAWWWD!! OOOOHHHHH J-JOE!! TH-that f-feels SOOOO FUCKING G-GOOD!!", I wailed hornily sticking my fanny out even further and pressing back against his hot licker.
Adrenaline and serotonin surged throughout my body, starting in my chest and branching outward to all of my appendages. My whole body tickled and shuddered with pure, unparalleled lust. Wanton greed, lascivious excitement and a****l hunger swaddled my body and permeated my mind. I was eager to consume every debauched sensation that overtook my senses. I growled hornily and rolled my hips around, pressing back against his busy mouth.
"TH-that f-feels SOOOO fucking gooood!" I repeated, panting and whimpering.
"Oh My Gaawwwwd! that's SO FUCKING HOT!!"
His moustache brushed my ass-lips as his wet mouth slurped and chewed at my relaxed anus.
Joe licked and sucked at my pucker greedily, washing and glossing my spasming pucker with copious amounts of slimy, man-spit. He kissed and chewed at it like it was a pair of lips. His mustache continued to tickle my chasm from my pernium to my lower back and the contrast between his soft, wet mouth and the manly stubble working on my hole only served to remind me that it was, in fact, a male that was pleasuring me. He ate me out like an a****l possessed and it only caused me to further submit my asshole to his insatiable whims.
Eventually, he rolled his tongue and stuck it up my butthole as he reached between my trembling thighs and grabbed my fully erect, 7-inch cock and my swollen, softball-sized nuts. He pulled my entire package backwards and out between my ass-cheeks so that it stuck out behind me like some lewd, fleshy tail. I gasped and moaned with each new sensation and let him take total control of me. He sucked my cock meat into his throat and squeezed my balls so that he was now servicing my twitching spigot from behind. He bobbed and stroked my shaft with his talented throat, then alternately lapped and chewed at my welcoming asshole.
"OH GAWWWD YESSS JOE! FUCK YESS!! OH MY GAWWWD THAT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!! SUCK MY DICK JOE! EAT MY FUCKING BUTTHOLE DUDE!!" I exclaimed as he pleasured me.
I was so elated and taken by this new sensation, I threw all reservations to the wind and gave in to my carnal lust and unbridled passion of man-on-man sex.
He expertly ate my boy-cunt and sucked on my drooling dick from behind for about twenty, blissful minutes. I was so turned on by then, my lust-filled mind was dropping inhibitions like heavy rocks and I was welcoming, and taking, more and more of Joe's manhandling.
I opened my stance really wide and leaned forward, gripping my knees and arching my back. My smooth, white tush stuck out lewdly and my cum-laden balls hung down between my open thighs. My erect shaft dripped pre-cum into a growing puddle on the floor.
The sounds of his oral assault on my cock and pussy melded with my whimpering moans.
Soon, Joe grunted and sauntered up behind me. He went bow-legged and lewdly mounted me like a mating dog. He wiped his drooling glans up and down my ass crevice and without pause, slipped his dick into my welcoming, virgin fuck-hole. I gasped and whimpered as it rammed my sweet spot which caused me to squirt my pre-jizz all over the floor. My discharge even reached an office chair nearby, splattering the surfaces around it.
I bucked and squealed in horny abandon, sticking my smooth, round tush out so he could mount it better and fuck it deeper. It hurt, but felt so good at the same time. After a couple seconds, any pain or discomfort vanished and only sheer, profane pleasure enveloped me.
My asshole opened up easily and eagerly as he plugged his rock-hard, circumcised cock into me and buried it to the hilt. He stiffened and froze and without any fucking at all, he climaxed up into my butt-pussy. He shuddered and gripped me by the hips, holding himself still as his balls emptied up into my virgin male-cunt. I arched my back and wriggled my ass around as I squeezed and milked his pulsating dick with my anus.
"Oh GAWWWD!! OOOOHHHHH F-F-F-FUUUUUUUUCKKK!", He cried out, unable to control his volume or his climax.
"Are you cumming?!?" I asked, a bit concerned as I didn't know what another males sperm would do to me if it got squirted up into my belly.
I knew it must have felt amazing to him to penetrate my tight, willing, teenaged asshole.
"Oh GAWWWD YESSSSS!!" He wailed, convulsing his member inside me.
"OH MY GAWWD DUDE!" He panted, moaned and cried out in ecstasy as he ejaculated up inside my wet, eager ass-quim.
I could feel his sperm load filling my young butthole. It was hot and slippery and my ass chewed at his dick, wanting more of it. He shuddered for a couple minutes as he held me still.
"I've NEVER cum so fast or so hard my entire life!" He sighed.
The hot dick nectar leaked out and smeared my ass crevice as he inseminated me. His cock-hose spurted what felt like a quart of cum inside me. He bit my neck from behind and I inhaled his heady, musky man-scent. I could smell our semen and spermy, pheromone-laced aroma which filled the small, grimy office at the front of the gas station. He stayed inside me for several minutes, pulsating his dick-meat and stirring it around in my sperm filled tush. Eventually his cock slipped out of me and an ass-load of sperm spilled out, splattering onto the cold concrete below me. I felt empty, but satisfied... I still felt horny and surprisingly, I wanted more right away, but morning was approaching fast.
He gave me a carton of Marlboro's and asked if I wanted a ride home. I declined, but told him how hot the whole night had been for me. I told him I couldn't wait until we could do it again.
I walked home carrying my skateboard and felt his hot cum sluicing around my well-fucked butthole. It soaked my underwear and pants as I walked.
By the time I got home, I was so horny again, I had to jack-off before I showered and slept.
I came back to the 24-Hour "A-Stop Gas Station" two nights later and without any fanfare or discussion, I let Joe reach down my pants and finger my asshole. I allowed him to kiss me deeply, using our tongues to explore each others mouths. We ended up naked again, locked inside the restroom this time. The smell of testosterone and piss was affecting my young senses and it made me horny in a rather perverted way. I began having lewd thoughts like getting peed on or getting gang-fucked and other raunchy thoughts. At one point, I mounted Joes hip as he lay on his back. I squatted over him, his big, oiled erection waving obscenely in the air. I placed his drooling knob at my sphincter and promptly sat down on it, impaling my horny, faggot butthole. The overwhelming feeling in my ass and up inside my belly was spell-binding! I was drunk with x-rated passion and bawdy desire! I bounced on him, riding his big dick like a bronco until we both unloaded our sperm, he up my ass, deep into my belly and mine sprayed all over his chest and face. I didn't even have to stroke my dick meat! It just started spurting from the feeling in my fuck-pussy! I liked the feeling of all that fluid being squirted up my ass-cunt and eventually, with my perverted thinking, I asked him if such a thing was possible, if a guy could pee in another guys butt. He liked that idea and he got harder at the suggestion so we had to calm down a bit before he softened enough to deliver his hot, bladder full of man-piss up into my eager male twat. It stretched my young belly and I felt like I would burst, but I managed to hold it all until I got home, where I finally released all that cum and piss as I showered and jacked off to yet another blistering orgasm.
I turned 16 the following Summer. But for the next 18 months, in that tiny town, Joe and I would pleasure each other whenever I wanted to show up. He'd eat me out for hours and after turning my ass-lips to warm butter, he'd sodomize me and inseminate my horny, teenage butt-pussy. He'd cum inside me and plant that fertile seed up my 15 year-old ass-cunt whenever I came to visit him at night.
Joe educated me. He showed me how to shave 'down there' and how to properly prepare my ass for sex-play. I learned how to use cock-rings, plugs and dildos and other kinds of homoerotic and kinky equipment. In fact, I still enjoy the things he taught me to this very day.
Although I am straight today, it was a very enlightening episode in my life, that gave me an understanding of my body and how to use it. How to use it for pleasure, what it felt like on the "other-end" of things and how to be honest about what fulfills me. It all has, very much, helped me be a truly superior lover.
I wish I'd stayed in touch with him. I'd gladly thank him for turning my asshole on, for the filthy education he gave me and for my unexpected first time ... that one night...in the booth with Karate Joe.
I hung out with other skateboarders, most of them unimaginative, not too bright, mostly pussies and always doing something kinda lame. We'd do beer runs and smoked a lot of weed. I fucked dozens of girls and started smoking cigarettes. In fact, I could get a pack of Marlboro Reds at the 24-hour gas station about eight blocks from my house for 53 cents. I would sneak out my window, walk or skateboard to the station, grab a pack of smokes and go exploring. Sometimes I'd go straight home, but found myself bored to tears, alone at night while everybody else slept.
After a half a dozen nighttime visits, I started getting to know the clerk at the Arco Station. A thirty-something guy with light brown hair and a big moustache. He was an interesting dude and friendly too, so at one or two in the morning, he was a welcome break in an otherwise uneventful night. I would occasionally chat with him for an hour or more about everything from girlfriends to motorcycles to sport fighting. There was a rumor among some locals that he was gay, which didn't phase me at all, but I mindfully limited who saw me there chatting with him as I didn't need any rumors about myself getting started.
I was an extremely good looking k** with brown, wavy hair, deep hazel eyes and a look that could easily get me in and out of trouble. I was very adult looking for my age, at about 5'10'' and 189 pounds and I had hair on my chest. I always thought my body was "made for sex" because I had a fairly large, circumcised, beautifully formed dick, big, swollen, hairless balls and I had no hair on my ass, a small whisp of light hair under my armpits, and a little peach-fuzz on my lower legs, (legs which were very muscular and tanned from all the skateboarding I'd done my whole life). The coup-de-Graw was that I had a stellar backside. A decidedly perfect ass. One of the best posteriors many people had ever seen. I'd been told by many girls and women since age 11 or 12 and I took pride in showcasing my round, bubble butt in my tight Levi's. I was also aware of how many women, even older ones, liked my teenaged backside. Many of them often stared at my crotch too. My large bulge was clearly outlined with the ridges along the glans of my dick pushing the denim fabric of my bell-bottom Levi's taut. I always stayed clean and well groomed and I kept my pubes trimmed and my balls shaved, (although that was a huge secret back then).
Anyway, it turns out, my friend, the clerk at the 24-Hour "A-Stop Gas Station" was a black belt in Karate. He was actively competitive and in phenomenal shape. His name was Joe and he was about 32 years-old at the time. He was a couple inches taller than me, muscular and he had the kind of manly, yet mildly feminine features that made a guy "cute' to women, rather than rugged or handsome. I'd seen him in sweat pants a few times and subconsciously knew that he too, had a big, low swinging dick on him. He sometimes would fondle it while chatting me up during many of our late night chats. Joe was truly interested in my life and we'd chat about martial arts, his latest tournaments, my life and times in my new, small-town home, but Joe would almost always steer the conversation around to my body or my good looks. He never skipped a beat and used every opportunity to tell me how gorgeous I was. He told me there were women customers who would come in and talk to Becky, the stations owner, as neighborhood women do. Only these ladies would ask Becky where I was, what my name was, etc. Apparently they were almost always very surprised to learn how young I was.
One night, I got there around 2am and found Joe icing his hamstring. He explained how he'd bruised and pulled a muscle there and eventually hauled out an ACE bandage and asked me to help him wrap his leg. I agreed and went around the back of the shack.
The little booth from which he worked was cramped and he had to lean back as he opened the door for me to enter. There was only one seat, a bar-stool, which Joe would sit on as he worked. At this time of night, it was 99% dead with only the occasional customer stopping in off the freeway to gas up, pay at the pump and drive off. Joe shut and locked the door, joking about how he'd finally got me where he wanted me. We both chuckled and Joe warned me that in order to wrap his leg, he had to take his pants off. "As long as we don't get spotted", I told him glancing around the empty streets and parking areas.
Joe undid his belt and unbuttoned his waistband. I had noticed that he had a strapping, big bulge tenting the front of his pleated uniform pants, but said nothing and the situation remained rather innocent,(really). He unzipped his slacks and let them fall to the floor in a heap. He was wearing briefs without the fly-flap, just the thin, almost sheer fabric on the front. I was surprised at the size and shape of his package! I didn't think a guy with his build could pack that much meat. His light grey Jordache briefs hugged his pelvic region tightly. His large, distended junk-pile strained the thin fabric which barely held the weighty array of male genitalia. A dark, wet patch about the size of a dime had imprinted on the front of the underwear right at the tip of his cock, and it looked to be getting larger. An aroma that smelled a bit like sweet soap and heady musk, wafted throughout the tiny booth. Joe laughed a little when he saw that I was looking at the wet patch on his briefs.
"Heh heh heh... See what you do to me?", he quipped as he cupped a hand under his big ball sack and squeezed for emphasis.
I was slightly disgusted and I told him so.
"Yechhh!....That's so gross!", I looked away, grimacing in real but exaggerated distaste.
Secretly, I was becoming slightly curious as to what his dick might look like. Joe sat on the stool and without any available surfaces on which to rest his injured leg, we opted for the only choice which was to rest his calf on my shoulder so I could wrap his thigh. I squatted down as he hiked his foot up over my shoulder and allowed me access to the injury. The back of his thigh sported a big, dark purple bruise, an injury he gotten during a tournament that past weekend. We chatted about how it happened and what he was doing to treat the injured muscle. The entire time I was aware of his swollen balls and his leaking cock mere inches from my face.
The woody, soapy scent of clean, manhood grew stronger.
Joe was eyeing me intently and was obviously amused at my discomfort. As usual, he kept steering our conversation back to the topic of sex. I'd try to change the subject, but he was relentless with his teasing and goading.
I dutifully wrapped his thigh and fastened it with one of the little metal clips that ACE bandages have to secure them. As I went to fasten the second one, I dropped it. It tumbled off my bent knee and fell under the stool out of sight. Instinctually, I swiped and grasped at it trying to retrieve it. As I did so, my forehead and ear inadvertently mashed into Joes aroused package.
I very briefly felt the softness of his cum swollen balls and the rigidity of his semi erect penis on the side of my cheek and my temple.
That scent Joe always carried around him suddenly intensified to the point I felt like I needed to get fresh air.. It occurred to me that what I was smelling EVERY time i was around him, was his cum laden balls.
It WAS a pure accident, but apparently Joe, being so fucking gay, very horny and eager to play, was so stimulated by just the touch of my head against his oversensitive member, began to ejaculate into the fabric of his Jordache briefs. Without ANY further stimulation from me, he was cumming freely, without touching his excited member.
'Oh! Uhh! Oh! FFffffUUUUUck!!!", He stammered as the side of my face made contact and I pulled away.
His hips shot up off the seat and he thrusted his pelvis into my forehead, sk**ding and sort of missing as he did so.
I DID feel a slight spasm of excitement as he tried to press himself hard against my forehead. I pulled back, repulsed, as he humped forward.
I could smell and practically taste the cummy discharge and it was obvious he was spurting out his seminal fluid. The dark splotch on the front of his grey underwear expanded and grew to cover the entire front pouch panel.
Joe shuddered, convulsed weakly and undulated his hips as his balls let go.
"OH GOD! Oooooh! OHMYGOD! OHFUCKINGSHITICAMESOHARD! Oh Holy shit dude!!", he gasped, panting from the accidental orgasm.
The aroma of man-cum, testosterone and that clean, musky-soap, filled the booth now as I was still crouched down on the floor between his open thighs.
"Oh damn dude! Did you just shoot off in your pants because my forehead touched your dick?!" I asked incredulously as I wiped my brow with the back of my hand.
Joe looked genuinely sorry and surprised at himself.
"Dude! I DID NOT mean to do that!" He pled looking sincere and a bit shocked.
"I'm SO sorry dude!" He smiled thinly and apologized some more, meek and cautious.
Awkward silence ensued and I couldn't decide whether I was offended or entertained at his apparent faux-pas. I stared at his cummy crotch as he began to get himself together. He reached down with two fingers and lifted the waist band of his underwear up. It was sticky and wet, a very messy state of things down there. I watched as his still hard prick bobbed just above his hairless mound, strands of ejaculate clinging to his balls, pubic mound and shaft. A white, shiny dollop of sperm oozed from the small slit of his erection and joined the rest of his hot mess.
I had a sneer across my mouth and my brow furrowed in disgust. But deep inside, way down in the darker parts of my imagination, a felt a slight glimmer of.... What? What is it I was feeling here?....Curiosity? Lust? What the fuck? "That WAS sort of hot." Said my inner devil. I'd never seen, nor heard of a dude coming without touching his dick. Actually, it started to seem kind of fucking cool. I wondered if he could teach me to do that. Also it occurred to me what a hefty slab of manhood Joe was packing! Impressive, yes. But I WAS genuinely disgusted and repulsed at the thought of Joe being so wound-up that he splooged himself when the wind blew.
Joe continued to wipe cum off himself and seemed genuinely embarrassed. Where he once used bravado and conjecture, he now offered only silence and an expression of shame.
As I gauged what my reaction ought to be, I secretly prided myself on being able to turn somebody on so much that they'd lose control like that, yet I still scoffed as he apologized sheepishly.
The thought of his balls being so full of pent up sperm, while initially disgusting, began to turn itself over in my mind. His juice was so backed up because of ME! My aesthetic, MY aroma, the sight of MY exceptionally well muscled bubble butt, all of it had Gay Joe experiencing a blue balls, climactic episode.
I suddenly felt bad for the guy, but I was now entertaining a VERY strange and alien concept I'd yet to consider in my limited experience. I was staring blankly, deep in thought when I suddenly snapped back to reality... but a rather impure train of thought had begun in my imagination.
I finished the leg-wrap and was handing Joe a towel and some more napkins when, in the blink of an eye, something came over me. A switch inside me inexplicably flipped and a feeling of salacious desire surged within me. I am a passionate person, but the feeling of lecherous hunger welling up inside me was startling. I suddenly and adroitly leaned forward, pressing my lips over and onto his exposed manhood, then using only my mouth, swallowed his meat whole.
"OH FUCK!" Joe yelped in surprised delight. He opened his legs wide as to submit his genitals to me.
"OHHH GODDAMNIT DUDE!! OH fuck that's SO FUCKING GOOD!" He exclaimed grabbing my head and humping into my face.
I took the whole shaft and some of his scrotum into my mouth and buried it deep into my gullet.
My nose crushed up against his bare pubic mound and I inhaled sharply, filling my lungs with his heady scent. I remembered reading that women who sucked cock, fought the gag reflex to allow a deeper pocket for the meat in their throat. I chortled around his fuck-shaft. Spit and precum drooled out of the corners of my stuffed mouth as I sucked air in through my nostrils. The apricot sized knob of his tool wedged into my clutching throat and I gagged a little before again stifling the reflex and swallowing hard around the spongy knob in my neck.
The texture and smell of sperm across my tongue and the roof of my mouth was a bit shocking to me, but the sensation of the cut ridges of his engorged, nicely circumcised glans was mind altering and was turning me on pretty strongly.
Actually, within a few seconds, the thought of what I was doing and the raunchy, taboo nature of it, began to turn me on like nothing ever had before!
Eery inch of dick that slid past my tonsils caused a new and varied surge of pleasure in my belly, my genitals and my perineum. I deep throated his cudgel and let the small coat of remaining cum diffuse into my mouth. Wet, gurgles and gagging sounds emanated from my face and Joe was going wild with lust. He shook and shuddered as he whispered his approval to me.
"Ooooooooohh Yeeeaaahhhhh! Oh fuck Buddy!! Ohh my Gawwd you're makin' my dick hard as fuck again!" He groaned.
'Awwwwwwww fuck yer gonna make me shoot my cum again!" He announced, grimacing in lusty excitement.
My head swam and my dick became super hard and it snaked down my pant-leg. I sucked air into my lungs through my nose as I lewdly gobbled his semen soaked meat. He immediately grew fully erect and his now freed shaft seemed twice as large as before.
He had no pubic hair and the slick, smoothness of his genitalia was just one of the factors turning me on so much. Joe reached down the back of my pants and felt around my slot, trying to finger my asshole.
My own erection pressed and strained my jeans and I felt my balls swelling up with boiling cum.
Joe abruptly pulled me off his prick, stood us up and frantically grabbed my shirt sleeve, pulling me out of the booth, locking the door behind us. Joe carried his pants in one hand and guided me with the other. We slipped into the darkened main building a few feet away and landed on the desk of the service bay out of sight of the pumps and the booth. Nobody could see us in here.
The thought of a deluge of delectates and raw hedonism swelling up inside us both washed over my teenaged form and my mind whirled with delight.
It was still hot at 3am and the faint smell of gasoline and male sex-pheromone filled the air.
He quickly unbuttoned my jeans, I tore them off and chucked them aside. My now nude form exposed, my hard cock was bobbing and waving in the warm Summer air, drooling precum and throbbing obscenely. Joe shucked his semen, soaked underwear. His still hard dick bumped into my own throbbing erection and he gripped me around the waist, pulling me into him so that our crotches mashed together. I gasped and panted heavily, taken with the immense pleasure and unbridled lust that was burning inside me. We ground our genitals together hard and Joe French-kissed me like a man would tongue-kiss a woman. We locked mouths using full tongue, slimy spit, tonsils, teeth and gums. It freaked me out at first and the contrast of a mans mustache and raspy whiskers framing the soft, warm, slippery orifice that accosted my own mouth, was a lot to get used to. I almost had a rational thought that would see me hesitate, but by then, his male pheromones kicked in and I suddenly couldn't get enough of him. I vacuumed his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it like a dick. He chewed on my lower lip and I slurped at his. His slimy, frothy saliva mingled with mine and rocketed my senses into sexual overdrive. He moaned his excitement at that and did it back to me. Soon, we were both whimpering and groaning like sex crazed harlots in heat. We were going utterly pornographic with one another now and both of us sensed we were about to go deep.
My GOD! What a turn on! It was one of the most forbidden, nasty, erotically mysterious acts a teenaged boy could think to do. Always very heterosexual and somewhat of a tough-guy, here I was, initiating gay sex with a gay man in an unlocked building on the busiest intersection in my little Podunk, red-neck town. 142 minutes from now, every resident and citizen, school-k** or public servant will pass through here, not twenty feet away!
My erect and leaking dick, slipping and sliding up against another hard, cut, male, organ was almost too much for me. I could have collapsed into uncontrolled orgasm right then and there. It was considered forbidden and extremely taboo, which only made it that much hotter to me. My head rushed and I felt more excited than I'd ever felt before. The sweet, musky scent of male sex filled my head. I could smell his cum filled balls and the pre-cum that drooled from his engorged dick. I gasped and moaned at the sight of our entangled genitalia, dueling and battling together lewdly between us. The sensation of the cut ridges of our swollen glans, slipping and sliding against each other, the slick, smooth, stiffness of our slithery spikes mashed against the other and the fluid filled cushion of our hairless, cum-filled balls pressing together, caused me to shudder and squeal with lust. Sounds escaped me as I was carried away by the odd, new sensation of it all.
My throbbing, teenaged cockmeat dribbled and drooled translucent fluid and I almost shot my cum wad all over his shaved pubic mound. I had to flex my abs and my perineum to hold back my climax.
Smooth, slick, bare skin where there was normally hair was such a massive turn-on for me and the strangeness of a totally hairless male package dueling with my own, took my breath from me.
I involuntarily groaned and shuddered as I thrust my hips harder into him. He gripped my balls around their base and used his other hand to jack my rock hard shaft, stroking it and fondling it roughly.
"Ohhh F-Fuck!" I gasped as a small amount of semen squirted out of the tip of my spasming shaft.
My nuts quivered and my legs nearly buckled as my body grew weak with shameless desire.
He reached up under my tank-top and pinched my erect nipple and I winced in surprised delight. The feeling of being 'manhandled' excited me even further. The feeling in my nipple shot right down to my dick and then straight to my quivering asshole. He leaned in and kissed my chest and bit my erect nipples before sucking on them violently. He gripped one of my creamy, white ass-globes and peeled it roughly aside, stretching my eager hole.
"Oh Gawwd! This feels SO fucking GOOD! I wanna feel you play with my butthole! Please will you finger my asshole?", I blurted out, horniness taking command of my speech.
Joe sucked air through closed teeth and quickly spun me around so that I faced away from him. He put his hand on my neck and pushed gently, bending me over toward the desk.
There was just enough light in the back of the darkened garage that I could see a partial reflection of the graphic scene on the glass at the front of the auto-bay entrance. The sight that greeted me was extraordinarily hot and awe inspiring.
I bent at the waist and opened my stance as wide as I could so that my cum-laden balls swung down between my open thighs. My cock jutted straight out in front of me but was still accessible to him from the rear.
I arched my back seductively and stuck my tush out as far as I could, opening myself to this randy, gay stud.
Joe dropped to his knees and spit on my exposed butthole. THAT turned me on big time and I hummed in delight as I felt his wad of spit ooze wetly across my anus then down my swollen balls. The cooler air contrasted his hot breath as he gripped each of my smooth, creamy, teenage ass-globes and pulled them roughly apart. I gasped as he did this and felt my eager butthole clench then relax. The anticipation of feeling him play with my virgin anus was building and I pushed myself backward toward his face. He spit on my hole again, using more saliva this time. I shook and whimpered hornily as I felt more of his wet spit run down my hairless balls.
"OH MY GOD!", I moaned.
"Oh F-fffuuuck!! P-pleeease! Play with my hole Joe!", I pleaded as I wriggled my perfectly formed rump lustfully.
"Mmmmmmmm!Uh-huh!!!Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" He mumbled excitedly, pulling my ass melons roughly apart exposing my hairless sphincter.
Suddenly, I felt him wash and wipe his hot tongue across my pucker and the most sensual, blissful sensation I'd ever felt shot through my whole body like soft, fluid electricity.
"OH MY GOD! OHHHHH F-FUUUUUCK!! OH MY GAWWWD!! OOOOHHHHH J-JOE!! TH-that f-feels SOOOO FUCKING G-GOOD!!", I wailed hornily sticking my fanny out even further and pressing back against his hot licker.
Adrenaline and serotonin surged throughout my body, starting in my chest and branching outward to all of my appendages. My whole body tickled and shuddered with pure, unparalleled lust. Wanton greed, lascivious excitement and a****l hunger swaddled my body and permeated my mind. I was eager to consume every debauched sensation that overtook my senses. I growled hornily and rolled my hips around, pressing back against his busy mouth.
"TH-that f-feels SOOOO fucking gooood!" I repeated, panting and whimpering.
"Oh My Gaawwwwd! that's SO FUCKING HOT!!"
His moustache brushed my ass-lips as his wet mouth slurped and chewed at my relaxed anus.
Joe licked and sucked at my pucker greedily, washing and glossing my spasming pucker with copious amounts of slimy, man-spit. He kissed and chewed at it like it was a pair of lips. His mustache continued to tickle my chasm from my pernium to my lower back and the contrast between his soft, wet mouth and the manly stubble working on my hole only served to remind me that it was, in fact, a male that was pleasuring me. He ate me out like an a****l possessed and it only caused me to further submit my asshole to his insatiable whims.
Eventually, he rolled his tongue and stuck it up my butthole as he reached between my trembling thighs and grabbed my fully erect, 7-inch cock and my swollen, softball-sized nuts. He pulled my entire package backwards and out between my ass-cheeks so that it stuck out behind me like some lewd, fleshy tail. I gasped and moaned with each new sensation and let him take total control of me. He sucked my cock meat into his throat and squeezed my balls so that he was now servicing my twitching spigot from behind. He bobbed and stroked my shaft with his talented throat, then alternately lapped and chewed at my welcoming asshole.
"OH GAWWWD YESSS JOE! FUCK YESS!! OH MY GAWWWD THAT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!! SUCK MY DICK JOE! EAT MY FUCKING BUTTHOLE DUDE!!" I exclaimed as he pleasured me.
I was so elated and taken by this new sensation, I threw all reservations to the wind and gave in to my carnal lust and unbridled passion of man-on-man sex.
He expertly ate my boy-cunt and sucked on my drooling dick from behind for about twenty, blissful minutes. I was so turned on by then, my lust-filled mind was dropping inhibitions like heavy rocks and I was welcoming, and taking, more and more of Joe's manhandling.
I opened my stance really wide and leaned forward, gripping my knees and arching my back. My smooth, white tush stuck out lewdly and my cum-laden balls hung down between my open thighs. My erect shaft dripped pre-cum into a growing puddle on the floor.
The sounds of his oral assault on my cock and pussy melded with my whimpering moans.
Soon, Joe grunted and sauntered up behind me. He went bow-legged and lewdly mounted me like a mating dog. He wiped his drooling glans up and down my ass crevice and without pause, slipped his dick into my welcoming, virgin fuck-hole. I gasped and whimpered as it rammed my sweet spot which caused me to squirt my pre-jizz all over the floor. My discharge even reached an office chair nearby, splattering the surfaces around it.
I bucked and squealed in horny abandon, sticking my smooth, round tush out so he could mount it better and fuck it deeper. It hurt, but felt so good at the same time. After a couple seconds, any pain or discomfort vanished and only sheer, profane pleasure enveloped me.
My asshole opened up easily and eagerly as he plugged his rock-hard, circumcised cock into me and buried it to the hilt. He stiffened and froze and without any fucking at all, he climaxed up into my butt-pussy. He shuddered and gripped me by the hips, holding himself still as his balls emptied up into my virgin male-cunt. I arched my back and wriggled my ass around as I squeezed and milked his pulsating dick with my anus.
"Oh GAWWWD!! OOOOHHHHH F-F-F-FUUUUUUUUCKKK!", He cried out, unable to control his volume or his climax.
"Are you cumming?!?" I asked, a bit concerned as I didn't know what another males sperm would do to me if it got squirted up into my belly.
I knew it must have felt amazing to him to penetrate my tight, willing, teenaged asshole.
"Oh GAWWWD YESSSSS!!" He wailed, convulsing his member inside me.
"OH MY GAWWD DUDE!" He panted, moaned and cried out in ecstasy as he ejaculated up inside my wet, eager ass-quim.
I could feel his sperm load filling my young butthole. It was hot and slippery and my ass chewed at his dick, wanting more of it. He shuddered for a couple minutes as he held me still.
"I've NEVER cum so fast or so hard my entire life!" He sighed.
The hot dick nectar leaked out and smeared my ass crevice as he inseminated me. His cock-hose spurted what felt like a quart of cum inside me. He bit my neck from behind and I inhaled his heady, musky man-scent. I could smell our semen and spermy, pheromone-laced aroma which filled the small, grimy office at the front of the gas station. He stayed inside me for several minutes, pulsating his dick-meat and stirring it around in my sperm filled tush. Eventually his cock slipped out of me and an ass-load of sperm spilled out, splattering onto the cold concrete below me. I felt empty, but satisfied... I still felt horny and surprisingly, I wanted more right away, but morning was approaching fast.
He gave me a carton of Marlboro's and asked if I wanted a ride home. I declined, but told him how hot the whole night had been for me. I told him I couldn't wait until we could do it again.
I walked home carrying my skateboard and felt his hot cum sluicing around my well-fucked butthole. It soaked my underwear and pants as I walked.
By the time I got home, I was so horny again, I had to jack-off before I showered and slept.
I came back to the 24-Hour "A-Stop Gas Station" two nights later and without any fanfare or discussion, I let Joe reach down my pants and finger my asshole. I allowed him to kiss me deeply, using our tongues to explore each others mouths. We ended up naked again, locked inside the restroom this time. The smell of testosterone and piss was affecting my young senses and it made me horny in a rather perverted way. I began having lewd thoughts like getting peed on or getting gang-fucked and other raunchy thoughts. At one point, I mounted Joes hip as he lay on his back. I squatted over him, his big, oiled erection waving obscenely in the air. I placed his drooling knob at my sphincter and promptly sat down on it, impaling my horny, faggot butthole. The overwhelming feeling in my ass and up inside my belly was spell-binding! I was drunk with x-rated passion and bawdy desire! I bounced on him, riding his big dick like a bronco until we both unloaded our sperm, he up my ass, deep into my belly and mine sprayed all over his chest and face. I didn't even have to stroke my dick meat! It just started spurting from the feeling in my fuck-pussy! I liked the feeling of all that fluid being squirted up my ass-cunt and eventually, with my perverted thinking, I asked him if such a thing was possible, if a guy could pee in another guys butt. He liked that idea and he got harder at the suggestion so we had to calm down a bit before he softened enough to deliver his hot, bladder full of man-piss up into my eager male twat. It stretched my young belly and I felt like I would burst, but I managed to hold it all until I got home, where I finally released all that cum and piss as I showered and jacked off to yet another blistering orgasm.
I turned 16 the following Summer. But for the next 18 months, in that tiny town, Joe and I would pleasure each other whenever I wanted to show up. He'd eat me out for hours and after turning my ass-lips to warm butter, he'd sodomize me and inseminate my horny, teenage butt-pussy. He'd cum inside me and plant that fertile seed up my 15 year-old ass-cunt whenever I came to visit him at night.
Joe educated me. He showed me how to shave 'down there' and how to properly prepare my ass for sex-play. I learned how to use cock-rings, plugs and dildos and other kinds of homoerotic and kinky equipment. In fact, I still enjoy the things he taught me to this very day.
Although I am straight today, it was a very enlightening episode in my life, that gave me an understanding of my body and how to use it. How to use it for pleasure, what it felt like on the "other-end" of things and how to be honest about what fulfills me. It all has, very much, helped me be a truly superior lover.
I wish I'd stayed in touch with him. I'd gladly thank him for turning my asshole on, for the filthy education he gave me and for my unexpected first time ... that one night...in the booth with Karate Joe.
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