So, there I was -- a straight, 21-year-old college senior -- bent over the kitchen counter in the home of a 37-year-old married neighbor, getting my ass plowed for the very first time.
Interested in learning how I managed to find myself in that position? Then READ ON!
My name's Jim -- 'Swimming Jim' to my buddies -- and, as I'm sure you've already guessed, I'm an avid swimmer. I took to the water at a young age and have been competing on school swim teams with a fair amount of success ever since. Naturally, I've developed the typical swimmer's build -- long, smooth body with a v-shaped torso and tight, lean muscles. I have blue eyes and blonde hair (yep, even my pubes) and I tan pretty easily -- about the only place I'm not tan is where I'm covered by a swimsuit, so I generally have a distinct, pale stripe of skin across my groin, hips and butt.
It was the summer before my senior year of college and I was up at my parents' house on the Cape for vacation. Our next-door neighbor, Gary (who, incidentally, is hung like a fucking horse), was renovating his house while his wife and kids were away and my mom had decided to offer him some assistance -- me. I'd only known Gary casually up to this point, since there wasn't much for a kid and thirty-something father of two to talk about at family barbecues, but I'd always liked him -- he seemed pretty cool -- so I didn't mind giving him a hand. And a fuck-hole, as it came to pass.
Gary's a big, hairy guy -- about my height, 6'3" -- and is in really great shape. Despite being pretty laid-back, he has the appearance of someone who could, with minimal effort, beat the fucking hell out of you. He's an ex-marine, so I guess that has something to do with it. He came over one afternoon and asked if I would help him out the following day.
And so, we now move on to the series of events that led me into taking his dick up my ass...
I went over to his house early the next morning and was greeted at the door with a knuckle-crunching handshake. "It's going to get really hot today," he told me with a smile. I thought he was referring to the weather, but, given what occurred later on, he might've meant something else entirely.
It was already pretty warm inside the house. Gary said he didn't want to run the air while we were working because dust and debris might get into the vents and clog the filters or something. I shrugged and said it was fine -- I actually rather enjoy working up a sweat.
Our first job was to install about five light fixtures around the house. Each time, it was the same thing -- I held the fixture while Gary connected the wires. Since I had nothing to do but hold the fixture up beside him on the ladder, my mind began to wander. I initially started thinking about school and what I wanted to do while on vacation, but after a while, I found my thoughts had turned to noticing Gary's physique. He had on a worn, sleeveless t-shirt, so it was pretty plain to see that the guy is BUILT. A few times, I caught myself staring into his armpit. That might sound a little weird, but the fact is, for most of the morning, it was pretty much right in my face. Maybe it's just me, but if something's right in my face then I'm gonna look at it. Each armpit had a thick nest of dark hair that was becoming matted with sweat as the morning progressed. I have to admit that I actually kind of liked the smell of it.
After the lights were up, we moved to the hall bathroom to install a new vanity and sink. That's when I guessed that Gary wasn't wearing any underwear. His loose-fitting shorts sat real low on his hips, exposing a tuft of dark pubic hair every time he raised his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. I also noticed, while glancing down at his shorts, that he had an ample bulge there. Little did I know that I would soon find out just how ample that thing is.
After the sink was in and the plumbing was hooked up, we headed to the back porch for a short lunch break. Gary showed me the pool they had recently installed in the backyard and said I could come over whenever I wanted to use it. The sun was almost at its highest point in the sky by this time and the humid heat was becoming mildly oppressive.
Between bites of the sandwiches, I mentioned that I had noticed some of the aquariums he had around the house. He told me that he breeds fish and grows coral as a hobby and that he'd take me around to show me after we were done.
We finished lunch and went on to install new cabinets in the kitchen. Having previously exhausted all familiar topics of conversation -- family, school, swimming -- we began to make our way into new, personal territory.
"You got a girlfriend?" he asked me, somewhat out of the blue. I told him that I had dated a girl at the beginning of the school year, but with classes and meets and all that, it got to be too much of a hassle. He chuckled. "I know what that's like," he said. "Women take a lot of effort." There was a slight pause and then he asked nonchalantly, "So, you been getting any since?"
I laughed and told him that I hadn't.
"You must be pretty pent-up, then."
I was kind of surprised by his inquisitiveness, but decided to go along with it. "Nothing I can't take care of by myself," I said.
He smiled at that. "I hear ya."
I was glad for the unexpected opportunity to speak frankly with him. He struck me as someone who probably knew more about sex than I did, to be honest, so I figured I could probably learn a few things from him. "What about you?" I asked. "You gettin' any?"
He smiled and shook his head. "Not in a long while," he said with a sigh. "It's tough when you have kids. Not a lot of free time. Plus, my wife's been in a perpetual state of exhaustion for about a year now and seems to have lost interest in sex. But that happens sometimes. I guess, for women, their sex drive kind of ebbs and flows more than it does for men. Me, I'm always up for it." He laughed. "So, yeah, I often have to take matters into my own hand, as well. But that only helps so much."
Growing up, I'd always kind of looked up to him and that feeling returned now, except -- there seemed to be a little more to it than just that. It sounds odd, but, for the first time, I was now looking at Gary as a sexual being. Sometimes, if you've known a person for a long time or if you've only known them casually, you don't really see them as such. But Gary has an obvious air of sexuality about him -- something I never realized before. I suppose that's why I'd always been drawn to him -- I think all men are drawn to that kind of virility, whether conscious of it or not. It's validating to your own.
And, believe it or not, thinking all this, I suddenly started to get HARD. I can't explain why, really -- I just did.
I developed an apparent bulge in my shorts that I think he might have noticed because he then commented on my body -- that I had good musculature and such and that I fill out my clothes really well. (Was that in reference to my shorts?) He went on to say that I was good-looking and that I shouldn't have any trouble getting some whenever I wanted. I was gratified by the comment, particularly since it came from him -- the guy's in amazing shape himself. 'Enviable' was the word I think I used when I returned the compliment.
We continued to talk a bit more about other stuff until the cabinets were installed. After we were all done, Gary shook my hand, saying he was "much obliged" to me for all my help. The handshake lasted a couple seconds longer than what I thought was normal, but I didn't mind -- it seemed to more poignantly express his gratitude.
By now, we were both literally soaked with sweat and I was going to head back home for a shower when he asked if I was still interested in seeing the aquariums. I said that I was, so he took me around the house and pointed out all the different types of fish and coral in each of the aquariums and explained a little about them. The last aquarium he showed me was in the dining room -- a smaller one that contained only two fish. I followed him as he took it into the kitchen and set it on the counter.
"I don't know if you knew this, but many species of fish are hermaphroditic," he said.
"Really? Weird. I didn't know that," I replied.
"Yeah, like this species here. They're what is called 'sequential hermaphrodites', meaning they possess the genetic programming to be either male or female, but are only one or the other at any given time." His voice had suddenly taken on a low, almost instructive tone as he spoke, which gave me the impression that I should pay close attention -- there was something here I was going to learn. "These two are both males," he continued, not looking at the fish but at me. "Since there's no female around, one of them will make the switch in order for them to procreate." He paused again and held my gaze for a moment. I didn't look away. "Of course, generally speaking, that kind of ability only exists in fish, but it's not too far from bisexuality, which is readily prevalent in animals and humans." I glanced at the fish for a second, then back at him. "It makes sense when you think about it," he said somewhat casually, leaning on the countertop, "it's every male's biological imperative to release sperm as often as he can ... so, it's easy to understand why two men, in the absence of a female, will engage in sexual stimulation solely for that purpose."
And there you have it. Something happened in that one moment that I'm still trying to put my finger on -- some kind of implicit understanding? All I knew was that there was a sudden sexual charge between us, more palpable than the heat. I looked at him and only realized afterward that I had nodded in agreement.
Gary leaned toward me, leveling me with his eyes. "Take off your clothes," he stated in a clear, authoritative voice.
I did. As if in a trance, I kicked off my shoes, lifted my shirt over my head and let my shorts drop to the floor. I then pulled my underwear down and stepped out of them, completely aroused. Gary lowered his eyes to my hard-on and smiled, before pulling off his shirt and unzipping his shorts. He reached in and pulled out his dick, which was already beginning to swell. I watched in awe as it grew to its full size -- HUGE would be an understatement. I'd always been proud of my own endowment, but this one had me beat by an inch or so in length AND in girth. I was momentarily mesmerized -- I'd never been near an erect cock before that wasn't my own.
Gary ran his hand over his thick meat and instructed me to bend over. I realized then what was about to happen and it put butterflies in my stomach. I was somewhat apprehensive, sure, not ever having done this before -- and yet, in spite of that, I found myself complying. I turned around and leaned slightly forward onto the countertop. My hands began to shake slightly as I waited for a few seconds in that position. Gary told me to put one leg up on the counter and lean over a bit more, so I brought my right leg up and placed my inner thigh on the counter as I rested on my elbows, feeling the stretch in my glutes as I spread my legs apart.
"I'm going to fuck you," he told me calmly as he stepped up to the plate. "My wife isn't here, so your ass is going to please my dick for me."
I nodded. I wasn't really freaked out or anything by the prospect of it -- in fact, quite the opposite, apparently, as my rock-hard boner clearly evidenced. I decided not to think about it -- how I managed to get myself in this position or why I was going along with it -- just to allow it to happen. My only concern was that it might hurt.
