A good few years ago now, when I was 18, I was working as the mate on a small coastal freighter. It was a steel motor barge which carried a wide range of freight around the south east coast of England. There were only two crew, the skipper and me. One week, we carried a cargo to the Royal Docks in London and left the barge in the dock for the weekend. I caught public transport to a suitable place on a road out of London to hitch home from.
In those days, you usually didn't have to wait long for a lift, and sure enough a car stopped quite quickly. The driver was a middle aged man, slim and in quite good shape for his age. He was interested when I told him I was a seaman and asked several questions about my work as we drove slowly along the A12, through the dismal grey concrete outskirts of London.
Two or three miles after he picked me up, we passed a young southeast-Asian looking man walking along the footpath at the side of the road. The driver remarked "Sexy Asian boy!" which made me feel mildly disconcerted, I'm not sure why.
Soon after that, he said "Have you ever been in the barrel?"
"No", I replied, beginning to feel mildly uncomfortable. The conversation seemed to be going in a direction that I wasn't sure I was happy with. I felt vulnerable, being in a car with an older man, whose motivations I had no idea of. Presumably he was gay --- which, in itself, was not something that bothered me, but I'd never had sex with anyone, let alone a man, and I didn't want that sort of attention from a stranger.
"Do you want to go in the barrel?" he continued.
"I dunno. I don't know what that means", I responded, although I had a pretty good idea what it meant.
"Have you ever had sex with a man?"
"No" I mumbled, nervously.
"Do you want to try it?"
"I, I don't know..."
"Well you want to make up your mind soon, because I'll be dropping you off in a few minutes."
I looked nervously at the driver, who had his eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead. He had a kind face and, although I was feeling quite anxious, he didn't look too scary.
He turned his head and looked into my eyes. "It's fun. It feels really good, I think you'll enjoy it. I'll be gentle.", he said, and turned back to look at the road.
"U'uum" I stuttered and, throwing caution to the wind, I replied "Ok."
The driver smiled, reached over, and placed his hand on my upper thigh. "That's good. You won't be sorry," he said.
The feeling of his hand on my thigh send a shiver up my spine and made my dick twitch.
After a few minutes, we turned off the main road and drove into an estate of fairly new, two storey semi-detached brick houses. It's the sort of place that would give me the horrors nowadays --- mainly from a feeling of claustrophobia --- after decades of living in a country with a much lower population density, but back then it seemed fairly normal.
We pulled up in the front yard carparking space of one of the many nondescript houses in a nondescript street and the driver got out.
I felt mild panic and I just sat there, frozen, until he said "Are you going to get out?" He laughed and walked round the car to open my door. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to you that you won't like. Come on, hop out!"
I followed him into the house and he closed the front door behind me. Inside, the house was pretty ordinary too. I barely even remember what it was like, just walking into some normal person's normal living room. Soon after we walked in, the driver turned to face me, put his arms round me and kissed me on the mouth. I was slightly shocked, but I didn't resist. He pushed his tongue between my lips and started passionately kissing me. As I gradually relaxed into his hug, I began to enjoy the feeling of being kissed. His mouth tasted nice and the probing of his tongue made my cock do more than just twitch. It got almost instantly rock hard. As my dick got hard, my tongue came to life, rather than hiding passively on the bottom of my mouth, as the driver's tongue swept over it, it began to dance with his tongue. I was licking and sucking his tongue as he thrust it into my mouth. I put my arms round him and let myself be overcome by his passion.
He moved a hand down from my back and placed it on my arse, gently squeezing my buttock. Then he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my jeans and slid his hand down inside my underpants, to rest on the skin of my arse cheek, moaning into my mouth as his hand touched my skin.
I felt sort of paralysed, and didn't know if I should be doing something myself, but I just stood there, with my arms round him and we carried on kissing.
I was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my arse as much as he obviously was. Nobody had ever touched me like that before and it was an incredible turn-on. I felt like my cock was going to burst with the intense sexiness of it all. And then he put his other hand on my crotch and I nearly died. He cupped the bulge of my balls and my rock hard cock through the fabric of my jeans and we both moaned together into each others' mouths.
"Ooooh, you're obviously enjoying this!" he said, pulling his mouth away from mine. I felt exposed and slightly sad as he broke our kiss, but I managed a weak smile when he stared into my eyes. I nodded my head, but didn't say anything. I don't think I could have spoken if I'd tried, I was overwhelmed by the intensity of the sexual feelings that were washing over me. But the adventure was only just beginning.
He moved the hand that was holding my crotch and unzipped my fly. When he undid the button at my waist, my cock sprang forward out of the confines of my jeans, straining against the cotton of my undies. The driver looked down and smiled at the damp patch of precum. "I think we better get these off, don't you?" he said. "Your cock looks like it's trying to get out!"
"Mmmmm" I replied, unable to speak words.
With the hand that was still inside the back of my pants and the other hand holding the front, he pulled my pants and undies down together, squatting onto his knees as he did so. "Can I suck it?" he asked politely.
"Uuuhuuh" I nodded my head frantically, and then nearly passed out from the ecstasy as he licked the tip of my foreskin.
He moved one hand back up to stroke my arse again, and held my cock with his other hand, wanking me slowly as he sucked me off.
"Aaagh! I'm going to cum!" I almost shouted.
"That's ok," he replied, with my cock still in his mouth, "cum in my mouth". And I did, explosively. I'd wanked a lot, but I'd never felt anything like that first orgasm with the driver. But that was only the beginning. He gulped down what had felt to me like liters of cum, and stood up to kiss me again. This time his mouth tasted different, with the taste of my cum mixed with his spicy masculine flavour. His kiss was even more passionate this time and I started to feel a bit weak at the knees. He noticed me drooping slightly, picked me up and lay me down on the couch, with my shoes still on and my pants around my ankles.
"Better get these off, I think", he said, as he slipped my shoes off, without bothering to undo the laces, followed by my socks, then my jeans and undies. He dropped them all in a pile on the floor at the end of the couch.
"Would you like to feel my cock inside you?" he said quietly, with his mouth close to my ear and one hand on my now soft cock.
