Where it happened: At his house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I’ve lived a double life every since I got my first erection. I’ve always been torn between liking girls and being attracted to boys. Consequently I had little experience with girls through high school and graduated a virgin. Ironically enough, while I thought that in order for me to be a man I had to first have carnal knowledge of a female, my first sexual experience occurred at 19 and I lost my virginity to a man of 51.
His names was Mr. Brewer…Jim Brewer and he was a private contractor. He lived three blocks over and I knew him and his wife, since I was 12 and delivered their newspaper. He and his wife were always nice to me and every month when I went to collect for the paper, Mr. Brewer would always give me a $2.00 tip.
Starting around 14, I started mowing his grass for him once a week and began hanging around him and his wife a lot. My home life basically sucked and Mr. and Mrs. Brewer were much more pleasant to be around.
My dad was a union carpenter and so I learned a lot about carpentry from him. Therefore, when I graduated, Mr. Brewer hired me on as his helper. Paid me pretty good too.
Now, I’ve never been a big man, nor particularly hairy, but at 18 and 19, I was in pretty good shape. I was 5-10 and weighed in about 160 lbs of lean muscle. And even though I hadn’t been with a girl yet, I did have a couple tell me I was cute. I was also painfully shy and a concerted bookworm. But I felt comfortable around Mr. Brewer. Mr. Brewer, however, was a true man. Very masculine, with a kind, but craggily, careworn face. He was prone to being gruff, too. Big man, about 6-2 and 250 lbs. Gorgeous blue eyes.
Well, I had worked for him for almost 9 months when he called me up one Saturday (I still lived at home at the time), and said that his wife was in Beaumont visiting her sister and could I come over and help him clean out the garage before she got back. Apparently he made her a promise and he needed my help to keep it.
Since it was only three blocks over I walked to his house and arrived about 8:30 am. We had coffee together and made small talk at the kitchen table, mainly about sex. He kept probing me about my sex life; trying to see if I had a girlfriend and so on. It actually was a little annoying as I was ashamed of being a 19-year old virgin and really struggling with those recurring thoughts of having sex with another man. I had many fantasies about that and in everyone, I was being overpowered and totally dominated and the very thought of a large, powerful man never failed to send a shiver of pure fear, as well as sheer excitement up my spine. I also was frequently checking guys out, mainly crotch watching and scoping out nice, big bottomed guys.
Well, after a few irritating minutes of Mr. Brewer interrogating me about my sex life I had enough and just blurted out, “I’ve never had sex, okay?! Happy now?!” Mr. Brewer guffawed in that deep, masculine voice of his, and stood up and slapped me on the shoulder and then cryptically said, “Well, I guess this is your lucky day, then.”
I then followed him out the backdoor to the garage. As soon as entered the garage, the first then I noticed was that it was immaculate. Off to the left, along the wall, was a long, wooden workbench with various tools neatly laid out. In the corner of the garage there was a easy chair, with a small table and a lamp next to it. Mr. Brewer told me he sometimes comes out to read and have a couple of brandies.
He then did something both frightening and thrilling. He went and sat on the easy chair, unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive cock sprouting from huge, extremely hairy balls. Mr. Brewer then ORDERED me to come over to him and get on my knees. I hesitated. I knew what he wanted me to do and I became deathly afraid. His cock was uncut and it must have been at least 7-1/2 inches long and thick as a baby’s arm. To be completely honest, I was scared to go anywhere near it. Mr. Brewer saw my reluctance and fear painted clearly across my face and in my eyes. “It’s alright son. Come on.” He said in a fatherly, lovingly manner. And then, more sternly, “I won’t tell you again. If you don’t obey me, I’ll turn you over my knee right now and give you the spanking of your life.” And the way he said it made me sure he would do just that and it wouldn’t be no playful spanking, either, but a real one. One that hurts like hell and makes it rather painful to sit for awhile. I think it was at that exact moment that I knew I had absolutely no control whatsoever over this situation. I was utterly and completely at the mercy of Mr. Brewer’s will. A girl once told me that when rape was inevitable, you may as well lay back and enjoy it. So, I did the only thing I could: I went to him, stood between his legs, dropped to my knees, becoming face-to-head with his massive penis.
“Good boy.” Mr. Brewer complimented me, patting me on the head. “Now hold still for a second.” He then proceeded to pull his pants along with his underwear down and got one leg at a time out of them at a time, so that he was naked from the waist down.
He then began giving me commands and directions. Commands and directions I knew not to refuse. The first was he wanted me to lick his ass, which I did at once. He was sweaty back there and the odor was musty, earthy. The taste was bitter and a bit tangy. He then had me lick and suck on his very furry nutsack. His crotch was sweaty and musky…very masculine and by then I had an erection. The next command was to suck on his cock, which already had a good coating of pre-cum on its head. I didn’t know how to suck cock, but with his patient tutelage, I was a quick study. At his direction, my tongue and mouth went from his penis, balls, ass, and back again for about 20 minutes, when he told me to stop and stand up. Mr. Brewer, with his massive cock still hard as a rock, stood up and lead me over to the workbench.
He then, without hesitation, unzipped my pants and yanked them and my undies down to my ankles. He then said, “Step out of those and bend over the workbench.” It was not a request so I did as I was told. Now I was truly frightened and I was beginning to cry. I mean, he was huge and I knew this was going to hurt like hell. And it did. With no lubrication other than my saliva and without warning, Mr. Brewer shoved his 7-1/2 inches of cock balls deep in my virgin asshole. My entire world exploded in a lightning bolt of absolute pain. I squealed like a little girl and then began to struggle and squirm wildly, begging him between sobs to stop…to please stop! He simply told me to shush and take it like a man, and then using both his superior weight and strength, he had no trouble at all in subduing me.
With me whimpering and squirming the entire time, Mr. Brewer pounded my ass for what seemed like an eternity (but was probably only a few minutes) before he finally shot his load deep in my ass. As he laid on top of my back, breathing hard, I could feel his balls against mine and feel his coarse pubic hair tickling my bottom. Then he spent a couple of more minutes slowly moving in and out of me and I have to admit, it actually begin to feel good by that time.
It was at that moment when we heard a car pull up in the driveway. Thank goodness the garage door was closed as it was his wife. She hadn’t gone to her sister’s after all; she simply had gone shopping. Mr. Brewer having me come over to help him clean the garage was a ruse. But I picked up on that the moment I saw the garage didn’t need cleaning. The only thing I didn’t know at that time was what was the ruse for. I did shortly thereafter, however.
Mrs. Brewer was a bit surprised to see me on my day off, but her husband quickly explained that he needed help moving a piece of equipment. So, I helped Mr. and Mrs. Brewer bring in the groceries and I even accepted an invitation from Mrs. Brewer to join them for lunch.
As we sat at the kitchen table, Mrs. Brewer cheerfully asked, “Well boys, did you two have fun while I was at the store?” Her husband replied, “You know…same ol’, same ol'” All I could do is try to hide my embarrassment, which was being made more acute by the sticky, wet feeling I was getting in the seat of my pants from all the cum leaking out of my hole and soaking my underwear. Mr. Brewer could shoot a huge wad, no doubt. Gawd, I was hoping that it wouldn’t soak all the way through and be visible on the seat of my pants.
My bottom was sore for a couple of days, but I continued to work for Mr. Brewer for another 6 months before getting married and having my first sexual experience with a girl. In that 6 months though, Mr. Brewer had me come over for about 20 more sessions, and with each one, the feeling got better and better. Today, some 30 years later, my wife understands my bi-sexuality, but I am faithful to her, because I love her and she’s my best friend. And since I’m a bottom…passive…submissive…okay, so I am a whimp, a girly-man, my wife is the boss. She even makes me wear panties from time to time. In any event, to satisfy this side of me, she uses toys and a strap-on on those occasions when I’m in the mood (or when she is). Not quite the same thing, but close enough.
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