First Time with Repairman

After Stumbling out of bed and going to the bathroom, I ambled out to the kitchen. Knowing that my parents would be at work, expecting to have the house to myself, I didn't bothered to dress. Still half asleep, I stood naked in a burst of refrigerator light drinking from a carton of o.j. It wasn't until this cute guy suddenly appeared in the doorway that led to the basement that I remembered my parents mentioning something about having the furnace service.

The guy looked me up and down with great interest. "You could stand to put on a little weight," he said with a snicker. "But you've sure got a great looking cock."

He looked to be a few years older than me, twenty-five of so. He was average height, with a lean, somewhat muscular build. And whether he thought I was too skinny or not he was obviously attracted to me. I mean, his eyes were all over me.

After finally managing to swallow, I sit the carton of juice on the counter and made a feeble attempt to obstruct his view of my stiffening cock with my hands. "I wasn't expecting company," I said rather sharply. "I think I'd better get dressed."

"You know," he said. "With your boyish good-looks I'll bet you're a real heart-breaker."

I was eighteen and aware of the fact that many of my features remained boyish, I certainly didn't need him reminding me.

Being quite smug he leaned back in his chair. "I didn't mean to piss you off," he said. "It was a compliment. I'll bet there are a lot of guys who would just love to bend you over and drill that sweet little ass of yours."

My eyes wandered onto the cylinder shaped bulge that had begun to swell and stretch down the inside of his thigh. No doubt he was one of those guys. I had consummated my preference for cock long ago, and while I definitely found the repairman attractive, I couldn't help being a little put off by his arrogance.

"I'll bet you're still a virgin too, aren't you?"

If by virgin he meant I had neither fucked, nor been fucked, his assumption was correct. But virgin, or not, I wasn't so naive that I failed to recognize his desire to seduce me.

"I think its time I got dressed," I said, slowly making my way toward the doorway. My heart nearly exploded when Bill reached out and took hold of my hand.

"Come on now. What's your hurry? I think we should talk some more. I'd like to get to know you better."

"One word about this to my parents and your job is history," I threatened, eager for him to continue.

"Never bullshit a bullshitter, kid. You're not going to say jack-shit to your parents. You've been beating your meat just aching for something like this to happen.

"You're crazy," I shrieked, my voice trembling with lust.

"I was like you once," said Bill. That's how I know what to look for. Ever since you saw me standing in the doorway you've seized every opportunity to check out my big basket. Not that I blame you, I've got a big cock, as you will soon see.

Bill reached a bit further between my legs to embrace my erect cock. "Your dick doesn't lie. It knows exactly what it likes, and it's aching for more."

I broke out in a passionate sweat as Bill's fingers stroked my twitching rod. "Really! You've got to stop," I demanded. "Don't worry," Bill sighed endearingly. "It's all right if you cum."

I was dumbfounded when the impassioned repairman leapt to his feet, sending me sprawling across the kitchen floor. Gazing at my exposed, six-inch projectile, Bill dropped to his knees. If I had been serious about escaping his advances this was the ideal opportunity to flee, but I didn't even try. I was too enthralled with the likelihood of being fucked my this handsome stud.

Bill came down on top of me, nuzzling my neck, licking the tender buds of my erect nipples. The sting of his hand still burnt keenly on the surface of my buttocks as he thrust my legs into the air and forced my knees back against my chest. My chest heaved frantically as he bent down and with a single gulp consumed my entire cock. I yielded completely to his will. The slickness of his lips moving up and down the length of my rigid meat was the most exquisite pleasure I had ever experienced.

"Oh God, that feels good!" I groaned. "Suck it! Suck my meat into your throat. Ah, yeah. Do it! Eat my fucking cock!" My legs trembled as he complied with my demands, taking my slender prick so deeply into his hungry mouth that his lower lip engulfed a good portion of my fuzzy ball-sac. I was through with pretending to be coy. I wanted this big handsome repair man , and I wanted him now.

My cock flopped wetly against my belly as it slid from between his luscious lips. "I love the way you taste andsmell," said Bill, inhaling deeply as he run his nose through my dense pubic hair. I shivered as his hot tongue licked my cream filled bangers and embarked on the narrow ridge of responsive flesh that marked the path to my gaping butt crack. "I'm going to devour you, man. I'm going to show you just how good man sex can be."

Shock waves quaked through my loins as Bill's long, wet tongue snaked its way through the sparse butt fur that sprouted from my steamy crevice. A sensation, unlike any I had ever felt, swept over me like a tidal wave. He licked my tight pucker until my head was swimming with the intoxicating effects of his oral assault. Then, without warning, drooling profusely with lustful desire, the tip of his dancing probe stabbed wickedly into my tightly clinched burrow. He had
breached the rim of my tender orifice. Wallowing in its own succulent juices, his burning tongue plunged deeper and deeper into the dank darkness of my virgin fuckhole, elevating me to a new level of awareness.

Bill stuck a finger into my gaping crack and stirred the slime that saturated my tense valley. He had huge hands. His fingers were long and thick -- smaller than a cock, but large enough to cause me a significant amount of distress when he poked one up my ass.

My anal corridor twitched spastically, its velvety walls clinging feverishly to the meaty finger that gently rotated to stroke my swollen pod of semen. The sensation was odd -- yet pleasing.

Taking my cock into his fist, he squeezed a torrent of shimmering, gel from my piss-tube. The slickness of my dick juice lubricated his hand as he slowly started jacking me off. Within seconds he had brought me to the brink of coming. My body was on the verge of reaping the splendor of an orgasm when he unexpectedly released my hammering tool and withdrew his sticky finger from my ass.

The sudden sense of abandonment left me numb and short of breath. Before I could fully recover he was pushing the head of his cock up my butt, stretching my youthful pucker with the crest of his intimidating fuck muscle.Never before had I ever experienced such pain. Tears welled up in my eyes as my spastic rectum expanded to accommodate the full length of Bill's unsympathetic ramrod.

In a voice I vaguely recognize as being my own, I cried out. "Oh God, it hurts! You've got to take it out!" "I don't think so, kid. Don't fight it. It'll be fine, just relax."

Bill withdrew all but the puffy knob of his swollen cock. The pain was already beginning to subside. A pleasure, every bit as intense as the pain began to quiver up my spine. "Damn, you've got a hot little ass," Bill grunted. "I could fuck an ass like yours all day long. This is what man on man sex is all about, boy. Nothing I know of is more satisfying. It just doesn't get any better than this."

There was a tenderness in his touch as his callused hands pulled and tugged on my bony cock. He fucked me with slow deep thrusts, each more rewarding, more sensual than the last.

"Oh Christ, I'm almost there," Bill panted. "How about you, I'll bet those big nuts of yours are about to explode."

Soft whimpers of orgasmic gratification ricocheted off the kitchen walls as Bill withdrew his inflamed organ from my rectum and jacked off, shooting his stringy spunk across my belly. The seemingly endless torrent being expelled by his soggy pisshole was mesmerizing. The pearl-like phosphorescence pooling on my abdomen oozed through my pubic hair and trickled down my hot, tightly drawn ball-sac. Eager to alleviate the throbbing in my manhood, I seized my cock
with every intention of jacking off.

"No!" Bill panted. "I want to get you off."

Again he shoved a finger up my ass, and I hissed and spat with amorous respect for his proficient love making skills. "Bang my fucking butt!" I shrieked, squirming on the kitchen tile like a worm on a fisherman's hook. His free hand made a fist around my rigid cock and he began to hammer away, slowly at first, then with a more purposeful intent. I could feel the semen within me churning, boiling, lurching through a maze of spastic aqueducts.

"I'm gonna CUUUUM," I snarled, trembling with the feverish chills of unbridled ecstasy.

Jism erupted the full length of my torso, splattering my neck and shoulders with ribbon-like curls of pent up passion. "Oh yeah," Bill cooed. "Shoot that big wad of sticky boy cream. Drain those big silky nuts all over your chest."

Slowly my body returned to normal. Bill stood up, pulled up his pants, and tucked away his meaty joy-stick. Staring down at me he said. "You're really something, kid. I meant what I said about you being a heart-breaker, you really are. And on top of that, you've got one of the hottest little asses its ever been my pleasure to fuck."

"I hope we see each other again sometime," I said, rising up to rest back on my elbows.