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.
