Trial by Fire

I was a horny little bastard when I was in my 20s. I still am now, but the means by which I sought after my first experience proves just how much I was willing to risk to feel something penetrate me other than my fingers and a few random cucumbers.

I recall, back when I was 18, how I would be in the shower, but not showering. I'd be on all fours in the shower enjoying the feeling of the water as it funneled down between my firm cheeks, over my super tight hole, and down the back of my long, hanging sack. It felt so damn good, I figured that my ass, not my cock, must be the spot where I would find my greatest sexual pleasure, and I was determined to find out.

The problem was, I didn't know anyone who was into gay sex. I could only come up with one solution to this pickle: I picked up the phone (no cell phones back then) and dialed the only place I knew that catered to a gay crowd. It was a local bar located near a place where docks were lined with all manner of water craft. The man who answered was the bartender/part owner named Mike... Okay, not Mike, but for the sake of the story, it's Mike. He answered with an upbeat, "Hello! Welcome to The ArseHouse! This is Mike!" Ok, not The ArseHouse, either, but try to stretch your imaginations a bit and buy in to the idea that I called The ArseHouse and a guy named Mike answered.

I paused for several moments before finally realizing my silence and softly replied, "Hey, what's up? What's going on there tonight?"

"Oh, the usual. It's drag night, so feel free to come by dressed to the nines! Drink specials on Martinis and Cosmos.

I didn't know where to go from there, but I knew I had to say something to keep things going. He queried, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

I asked two questions, both oddly unrelated to each other. "What's your name? How old are you?" I wished I could have taken the second question back. I sounded like some horn dog looking to get laid on one of those gay dating websites..........

But he responded, kindly, "I'm Mike. I'm 42. Who is asking?"

"I'm Alan. 19. I'm just curious about what types of entertainment you have at your bar."

"Oh? Not curious about anything else, Alan?" He spoke in a playful tone. He was clearly on to my actual purpose in calling, but when I realized he was wise to my intentions, which were to try to talk him into fucking me, I wimped out and disconnected the call.

Several more calls like this came over the wire to the bar, most of which were answered by Mike, until one day, the stars aligned. My parents went away on a long trip overseas and I would be alone for a week.

While in the shower, 'not showering', I began running my finger up and down the crack of my ass and, without touching my cock, I began shooting strands of cum all over the shower floor. An orgasm without even being penetrated. How was it possible? I HAD to get fucked. This time, I wasn't going to hang up until I invited Mike over. My determination was iron clad. I was getting fucked this week.

Only a day after my parents left for their trip, I called Mike. Our short discussion was simply my admission that I had never been laid and called his establishment due to a lack of options in the "friends of mine who secretly enjoy fucking guys in the ass" department. After that, Mike took over the discussion. He got to the point. Where do I live? When do you want me to come over? Do you want me to bring protection? The first two questions were easily answered. My address and NOW! But the third I had never considered, so I just said yes to that one, which would later end up being a moot point, anyway.

But, about two hours later, he knocked and I opened to a tall, white, and not too heavy, but definitely some extra pounds, which I still prefer today, Mike with condoms at the ready. I had no idea how to present myself for such a meeting, so I wore a robe of mine that I stopped fitting into when I was 12. This fit made the robe only drop down to my upper thigh, showing the lower part of my rounded bottom which, as I walked in front of him to the basement, I knew he was staring at with anticipation. From his perspective, this was untouched real estate, probably the tightest hole he had ever been inside of. From my perspective, this was baaaad. I was in the basement of my Christian parents' house, about to experience the feeling of another man using my body to satisfy his sexual desires. The 'baaaad' excited me so much.

Now, during our several brief and mostly cut short discussions, I recall mentioning that I had yet to be fucked or to even have sexual relations with any man. So it seemed clear, from the get go, that he had either chosen to not hear this part of our conversation, completely ignore this part of our conversation, or more likely, pretend that I said that I was a 27-year-old veteran of the porn industry specializing in power bottom gangbangs. He fucked me like The Answer was up my ass and his cock was a bloodhound.

My basement was very warm, as it always was. With Mike's extra weight and the furious pace with which he was pounding into me, the sweat pour off him and rained down onto me. His cock was easily 8 inches, cut, and kind of thick, but to me, it might as well have been a bowling ball pin. It hurt so bad that I almost tapped out several times, but knew there would be a payoff soon because of my experience in the shower. After I sucked his cock and he fucked me in missionary on a couch, leaning on the back of my knees to force them way back until they were flanking my head so he could go balls deep for a few minutes, he tossed me onto the floor on all fours and immediately impaled me with his entire shaft length.

Smacking my ass repeatedly, he demeaned me, "I can tell a future cock whore when I see one. You are going to bend over for any and every guy who even looks in your direction. Aren't you, slut?!" I didn't respond, so he smacked my ass so hard, it coerced a shaky and startled, "YES," from my panting mouth.

This was when I really started to get turned on. Part of my body went numb. It was the right half of my body. I had no idea what was happening to me, but as long as I could maintain my position on all fours, I wasn't going to interrupt Mike while he continued his viscous ramming. It felt so good and so bad. I wanted his cock to grow inside me and stretch me open until his fist could easily enter with his cock. I wanted him to call his buddies, the filthiest, kinkiest, biggest cocks he knew to take over once he was finished with me.

But it remained 1 on 1, not that I'm complaining. He continued fucking me for two hours. He came four times. And those condoms he brought? They kept breaking, causing a stoppage every two minutes. Within ten minutes from when he started penetration, three condoms broke and he ended up breeding all four loads inside me.

After he left, I was very sore. I knew that this wouldn't be the last time I got cock in my ass. This was the beginning.