“Oh!” He said with a chuckle. “You better get in here!” He opened the door and stood to one side, allowing me to rush in out of the foul weather.
He forced the door shut, pushing hard against the wind and driving rain.
“Phew!” He said. “It’s bad out there!” I rolled my eyes. No shit! He turned to me. “What the hell are you doing out in this?”
I stood on his doormat, water running off me in little rivulets. I was soaked to the skin, my t-shirt and jeans shorts sopping wet right through to my undies, my dark hair matted to my head and water dripping from the tip of my nose. My sneakers squelching when I moved my feet. I was shocked and in a state of disbelief at how fast the weather had come on, and at how bad it had been out there. I’d heard people talk about how fast the weather could change in these parts, but I’d never experienced for myself it until now. I could hear the wind howling outside, the rain lashing the static mobile home, huge gusts of the storm gently rocking the structure from side to side.
“I guess I’d better get you some towels.” He said, and he disappeared for a few seconds, returning with an armful of clean towels which he dropped to the floor.
He didn’t pause. He took my top and lifted the hem, pulling the wet fabric up over my head. He did it before I could react or think or speak.
“Erm…..” I started, feeling a little embarrassed, a little shy.
He chuckled. “Nothing I ain’t seen before” he said. He grabbed one of the towels and tousled my wet hair, gently wiped my face with a dry corner, and then draped it around my shoulders.
He absently trailed a couple of fingers down my chest to my midriff. It was a barely-there kind of touch, like it could have been an accident, maybe. A drip of water got into my eye and I closed them just as his fingertip traced around my belly button.
I felt suddenly like I was getting aroused. I was touch-starved, I knew, but I was shocked at how this big man’s hands had sent a rush of fire through my veins. For a moment or two I was lost in my own little world, my eyes closed, my imagination making up its own ending.
I looked down to find those big hands fumbling with the button on my dripping wet jeans shorts, and suddenly my pulse was racing.
Mick was a sort-of friend. He was much older than me, maybe sixty or something. I don’t know exactly as I had never asked. He had found me one day sitting by the side of the road, my head in my hands, close to tears and fed up with the world.
My mother had moved us here - here being the middle of fucking nowhere - because she wanted to “find herself” following an ugly divorce from my cheating dad.
Dad had, it turns out, been fucking around with the twin daughters of mom’s best friend. They were my age. She had come home early from a business trip to find the two girls on their hands and knees on mum and dad’s marital bed, dad taking turns on them. Of course, I only know that because it had been screamed at him regularly from that point until we moved. As I had opted to stay with mom, dad suddenly decided he wanted nothing more to do with me. Great.
And since we got here, I hated this place. I’d gone from being moderately popular with good friends to being the unknown, unwanted outsider. The college was shit, too, and there was no money for me to go elsewhere.
So, Mick had picked me up (at least emotionally). He had an effervescence about him, a personality that didn’t stand you being miserably around him. He had put his arm around my shoulder and walked me back to the trailer park that he called home. He’d sat me down, got me a coke, and carefully, gently, and intelligently coaxed my life story out of me.
As I had told my story he’d asked some pointed question and I found myself answering them fully and honestly. After a couple of hours he’d learned more about me than anyone knew. He had seemed genuinely interested, made insightful observations and he’d been encouraging and had made me feel better.
Mick isn’t the kind of friend I’d been used to. I had never hung out with older men before, but everyone needs someone and Mick was there at just the right time. I’d been coming back here ever since, a few weeks now, whenever I felt alone, bored, or in need of his life experience.
During one of these conversations we’d talking about relationships. He’d somehow managed to get me to admit that I wasn’t sure whether I was straight or gay or bi or what-the-fuck. Even as I’d told him I was genuinely staggered that I was being so open. I had never told anyone this stuff. Not anyone. I had barely been this honest with myself up to this point. To me, it just showed that I really trusted Mick. And maybe I needed to talk about it. Maybe….
Mick had been shockingly honest in return. He’d told me he liked what had called “the energy of youth”. He’d said he didn’t care whether it was a girl or boy, he just liked young bodies. I had been surprised when he’d told me he fancied me, that if I ever felt like having an old man show me the ropes he’d happily put his hands on me. I know my eyes had gone wide, because he had laughed and said “You don’t gotta worry. I only take what’s rightly offered. I don’t take nothing unless it is.”
We’d continued to chat after that, everything in the open like it was all perfectly normal. Maybe it was. I didn’t know. Aside from some fumbling around with a kid at a sleepover when I was like 12 or something, and getting a couple of fingers into a girlfriend when I was 16, I had precious little experience of anything.
I had been back a few times after that, each time a quiet voice in my mind saying things like “Don’t you want to? Don’t you want to at least give it a try?” On the days I’d go home and masturbate, a small part of me regretting that I never took advantage of what I knew was perpetually on offer. I’d finger myself on those days, never admitting even to myself that I fantasised about an older guy ‘showing me the ropes’ while I shot my hot boy sauce over my belly.
It’s weird knowing that someone would get off with you if you just stepped up to the plate and asked. And the teenage boy in me was perpetually curious about that.
Today had been a shitty day. Nothing had happened, it’s just that I was bored half to death and angry and emotional. Mom was out at some stupid yoga retreat for the weekend - her way of getting over dad sticking his dick in the twins. She didn’t seem to care that her going out left me on my own to deal with it. The internet was out again too, so I had nothing to do. I knew the forecast was for storms, but I decided to hike over to Mick’s anyway and say hi. When I’d left the house there was barely a cloud in the sky.
A little more than half-way to Mick’s place the sky had turned a dark grey. The wind had whipped itself into a frenzy and then, when I was maybe a mile out, the clouds had burst and the storm had hit. I ran the rest of way, barely able to keep my footing in what was the worst weather I had ever experienced. We never had weather like this back home!
Mick looked me in the eyes as he popped the button through the thick wet fabric. He was daring me to say something, to let him know that I could do it myself or that maybe I’d go to his little bathroom and get myself dry.
In my head I was saying all those things. It’s OK Mick, I was thinking to myself. No need. I can manage……
But no words were coming out. In fact, my mouth was hanging slack as if it was stuck in neutral. My body was in control, its needs and its teen curiosity having shut off the signals from the sensible head on my shoulders.
Mick lowered the zipper and tugged the wet shorts down my legs, the damp material cold enough to send a shiver up my spine. I realised that my cock was at half-mast and I blushed, my boyish cheeks flushing crimson.
He untied the laces on my sneakers. Lifted one foot, removed the shoe, slid the shorts off, moved to the other leg.
I took a deep breath, suddenly realising that I hadn’t breathed for like an hour or two, or at least that’s what it seemed like. I looked down, my cock now straining at the fabric of my white Calvins. The material was soaked to the point they were see-through. Mick reached up, his eyes still locked onto mine, and he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of my briefs. He froze there for a second, waiting for an exclamation that never came.
He applied downward pressure, enough that my Calvins slid over my hips, over my butt. He pulled at the elastic to lift it over my extended penis, which bounced upright, now fully hard and feeling incredible.
In a heartbeat the underwear was gone and I was fully naked in Mick’s static caravan, wind moaning outside, rain pelting down on the tin roof. I wondered if he could hear my pulse, because it sounded so loud in my ears. I wondered what would happen next, but I didn’t have much time to think.
My eyes rolled back in my head when Mick opened his mouth and engulfed my erection with a soft, hot, wet mouth. His tongue lapped as he bobbed his head back and forth, fucking his face onto me. My breathing was ragged, my hips locked forward, my buttocks tensed.
I had never had a blowjob before. And this was epic. Please don’t stop, I thought. Ever.
Mick moved his hands up the backs of my legs. His touch was like fire, old rough hands, warm fingers, tracing up my cold wet skin and getting closer to my bottom. My legs were shaking and I wasn’t sure I could keep them under me. Then he cupped my buttocks and I almost fainted. I don’t know what it was, but the feeling of my teenage dick being sucked for the first time coupled with the electric touch of a real man’s warm hands on my cold butt was almost too much. Everything seemed so sensitive. My flesh felt like it was on fire.
I suddenly wanted to push my ass back. Suddenly I wondered whether his fingers would find my little pink hole, whether he’d touch me there. My brain was willing it. I wanted that so badly that it actually hurt.
I was shocked at myself. Getting sucked off was one thing, but wanting a guy to touch me back there? Was that really what I wanted?
While my brain tried hard to fuck this moment up for me, my body had already reacted. I was pushing back at the hips, my buttocks no loner tensed. It made it harder for Mick to suck me and he was forcing his head forward, keeping the head of my cock in his mouth. But he knew. He understood what my body wanted. And he was perfectly willing to give me what I needed.
I feel a single finger slide into my open crack. It was relentless, moving to my hole. I stopped breathing, the anticipation almost killing me. Then it touched, and there was an explosion in my head. All resistance, imagined if not real, was blown away. I knew I’d let him do anything now. A guy sucking me. A guy touching me - literally just placing the tip of his finger in that sensitive place - was enough to switch something inside me.
He grunted. He pulled his head off my dick and I almost whimpered. He turned me around by my hips as he said “turn for me” and he placed a hand on my back, applying a little pressure. I understood what I had to do. I leaned forward, my hands on the door, my hips flexed, my ass pushed out. I had written the invitation and mailed it.
I felt a hot, wet, soft thing lap me right between my cheeks. Now I did whimper, and loudly. Fuck! What was that….? What was he doing? How was this so good…..?
I realised it was Mick’s tongue. He was licking my anus. The hairs on my arms had stood on end and my pulse was racing to the point I thought I might faint. I pushed back some more, because goddam I wanted more!
Mick placed his hands on my buttocks, his palms applying pressure, spreading my cheeks. He probed with his tongue, the tip right in the centre, pushing and lapping and circling and everything.
I moaned, a totally involuntary sound that just came out of my throat. I flushed red with embarrassment, but my little noises seemed to spur Mick into even greater efforts. He was massaging my ass, strong fingers and thumbs gripping my soft peachy flesh while he literally poked his tongue at my hole. I relaxed to the point where he could nearly get the tip inside me. I was practically hyperventilating.
Mick slid a single thumb, the thumb from his right hand, over my buttock and into my crack. He rubbed it against my anus, his tongue there too, lubricating and probing. He applied more pressure and I moaned even louder as the tip of his thumb sank into my hole, inside me. Actually inside me!
My back practically spasmed as I arched it to a point I never knew was possible. If this wasn’t a clear invitation I didn’t know what was! More, I thought, give me more….. more tongue, more thumb, more touching….. I felt like the rain water was steaming off me, I was that hot. My heart was pumping so loudly that it throbbed in my ears. I was practically mewing with submissive delight as my virgin anus was touched, licked, and probed for the first time.
The thumb sank to the first knuckle. I felt so damn slutty, so open for him, so ready for more.
He pulled at the walls of my little boy cunt and then withdraw it, licked some more, shoved it back inside me again. I whimpered and moaned and then the other thumb was there, both thumbs together, and the tongue.
Oh Jesus Holy God!
First one thumb pushed inside me, then the other burrowed in too. The tongue was there, licking around these two digits that were fighting for space, pulling me open, stretching my anal muscles. Then switching to lick between the thumbs, in the centres, into the hole. Then they were gone, then there were back again. And again. And again.
My knees were shaking, trembling. My whole body was in a state of shockingly intense arousal.
Soon I was thrusting back onto his thumbs and he pulled me open. He pulled me open enough that he got his tongue in between them. I could feel it inside me, wiggling around, wetting the passage. I cried out in pleasure, my eyes rolled right back in my head again.
Then, at the height of my ecstasy, there were about three seconds of confusion as the thumbs were taken away, the tongue too. He slid them out of me and stopped licking. Then there was a rustling sound. A warm hand on my hip as I bent over against the door. Another on my shoulder. Then a hard object at my hole, right in the centre, right on target.
I gasped. My brain fired up. It was cock! It was Mick’s cock! He was right there, right where he’d pulled me open and lubricated with his hot saliva! I fought to scream out that I wasn’t ready for this, but instead I just stood motionless. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. My mind raced with questions, but my body was so ready.
Mick forced his hot, hard dick up into my ass.
“Oh!” I exclaimed as the head pushed through, and an inch or two of shaft slipped in too.
“Relax baby” he said softly, still pushing, still shoving, never stopping, pushing the inches of his flesh into me. “Just breathe deep and let it happen”.
I did breathe, and my muscles relaxed. I probed that area with my mind. It didn’t hurt, but my god this was the biggest thing I’d ever had inside me. I was stretched to breaking point. I could feel his flesh on mine in a heightened way that I never thought was possible. I could feel it sinking deeper inside. I could feel it within me, high up and still pushing. I could feel the veins, every imperfection, and I thought I could even feel his pulse against the walls of my rectum.
Then I felt his pubic hair on my buttocks. He gave one final hard thrust and he was all the way in. In up to the hilt. It pushed the breath out of my lungs. I had his dick inside me! I was being fucked! I felt light-headed, elated and high on sexual energy.
He stopped there and waited, locking me in place with the hand on my shoulder, steadying me with the hand on my hip. Eventually I started to breathe deeply, to relax, and gradually my ring eased up its vice-like grip of Mick’s shaft.
Mick sensed me relaxing and he began to pull out a little, then push back in. It was a small taste of what was to come as he tried again, a little further this time, and then back in all the way.
I never realised that every pull and every thrust was making me moan like I was his bitch, and I couldn’t help it anyway. I had always figured that getting fucked in the ass would be painful, but this didn’t really hurt. I felt full, and stretched beyond belief, and my ring stung a little, but it didn’t “hurt” in a way that made me want to stop. In fact, in a weird way it made me want to test how much I could take.
Mick was pulling out half-way by now. Pulling out and then shoving it back in. The sensation around the walls of my anus was just amazing, incredible, like I never thought was possible back there. The way Mick thrust back into me, really hard and fast and rough, was making my mouth whimper and my now-flaccid dick drool.
He built up a rhythm. Almost all the way out, then all the way in, faster, harder, grunting now, fucking me like I was a whimpering animal.
“Tell…me…you…want…it….” He growled, his words punctuated by a rampant thrust forward with his hips while he pulled back on my shoulder and hip with his hands.
“I want it!” I managed to squeal. I was looking between my legs, almost dizzy now with sexual excitement. I was hypnotised by the long strand of gooey pre-cum that was flowing from my cock. It was almost reaching the mat on the floor. I felt like my legs would give way at any second, and my head was being banged into the glass on the door with every thrust
“I’m….gon…..cum……” he growled, loudly, his voice full of passion and sex and carnal savagery.
He fucked into me three more times, the hardest yet, the furthest in. I felt his cock swell up inside me and my eyes went wide. I didn’t realise what was happening and then I felt a wet explosion inside me. His hand slipped down from my shoulder to my hip and he leaned forward over me. He grabbed me and thrust once again, then another pulse deep in my guts, then one more time. He growled again, deep in his throat, and I mewed like a cat as he nuzzled the back of my neck.
I realised I was sweating, that I was totally spent. Mick pulled away from me and I felt every inch as he took his softening cock from my ass. I could hear a squelching noise as the head pulled free and I knew my hole remained open and that juices were leaking down my leg.
I crumpled to the floor, my legs no longer able to hold me up, my arms no longer able to push me away from the door.
Mick put his hands under me, lifted me and some towels, and carried me easily to the small living room. He placed me down on the couch, laying full length. He pushed my legs back and buried his face around my hole, lapping up the juices and licking my anus again. I pulled my arms over the face, hiding in the crook of my elbow. This wasn’t done? I thought. I don’t know if I can take any more…..
Then his mouth was around my cock, which was standing to attention in a second. Everything was so sensitive. I groaned at the pain-pleasure of it all. He slid a single finger into my closing hole and massaged me while he sucked. I pushed at his head with one hand but he wouldn’t budge.
“But…. I’m gonna cum” I whispered.
He ignored me. His finger wiggled around in my wet boy cunt and his hot mouth and tongue continued to massage the biggest erection I had ever had. Suddenly my whole body went stiff. Every muscle contracted. I saw stars. I cried out, and I came like a train, spewing hot globs of teen boy cum into Mick’s open and waiting mouth.
My body trembled as the aftershocks died down, and now I knew I was utterly spent, exhausted beyond anything I had known before.
Mick kissed my belly and gently, slowly, he slid his finger from my rear. My eyes were already closing. I felt sooo sleepy.
He kissed my belly one more time. “I knew you’d be good” he said softly. He took a big towel and draped it over me. “Get some rest. Then I’ll bathe you. Then I’m gonna go again, because that body of yours is just the sweetest drug I ever known.”
I nodded, my eyes already closed.
Yeah, a warm bath. And then yeah…. We could do sex again. The last thing I remember as I drifted into exhausted sleep was the thought of Mick bending me over the bath tub and ramming his cock into me. My own penis started to get hard again as the lights went out and I slept the sleep of the very recently fucked.
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