The thought of, "The feeling of him forcing me to take it, as if I wasn't willing...as if I wasn't begging for it," kept echoing in me, over and over again. I woke up in bed naked very early in the morning, sweaty and hard. I replayed the events of yesterday as I slowly stroked my cock. Behind my closed eyes, I remember how Ray's cock tasted the first time it passed between my lips. How I savored the taste of his precum for the first time. It was a day of firsts.
My mind went back to when we touched each other coming through the door. Falling back into him, his sweat and scent draped over my back as he held me by the hips. "Oooooh, how I wanted him to embrace me. I would have fallen to my knees right there if he would have ground his hard cock into the cleft of my butt. I would have pulled my suit down under my butt cheeks," I said to myself as I stroked my cock. "Oooooh. to have felt his naked cock like that."
"Johnnie, are you up, can I come in?" My mother asked.
I grabbed my sheet and covered myself as best I could as she opened the door.
"Johnnie, were you talking to someone?"
"No, Mom."
"I thought I heard you talking to someone." She said as her eyes saw my naked legs hanging out of the sheets.
"Here, let me tuck your feet back under the covers, where are your blankets, What's that wet spot on your sheet?"
"Mom!" I yelled. "Please leave, please leave me alone, please," I said a bit more calmly.
My mother turned and left the room closing the door behind her. I breathed a sigh of relief and laid my head back.
He called me pretty, I remembered. I liked hearing him call me pretty. I looked at my body. Except my bubble butt, I had a swimmer's body. I was long and lean and smooth. Maybe a little too lean. I had shaved my body hair hoping for more speed in the water, and just continued after the season. I liked my cock and balls hairless. I even shaved around my anus. It was just a puckered pink hole that loved to be fingered.
I began thinking again, quieter this time..."I finally had the attention of a man, that man, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I loved the way he touched me, it was as if he had caressed me every time his fingers touched my body. I was hard again. I'm always hard. I've been masturbating so much lately. I liked it so much when Ray watched me stroke my cock....on my knees...from the rear...what if he would have mounted me...Mmmmmm...what if he would have climbed on the bed and shoved his cock into my hole, my pussy...Ooooooooh."
I felt my cock explode all over the sheets. I thought to myself, "Mom is gonna be pissed."
I waited until the house seemed quiet and got up, I had some coffee and watched the house next door from our deck for any signs of Ray. I was obsessed. I wanted to see Ray again. I wanted to see his hard engorged cock. It was the first mature male cock I had ever touched and sucked. I was so pleased with myself for sucking it and making him cum.
I remembered my father's porn collection and went into his office and opened the closet where I had initially found all those exciting pictures. I laid down on the floor with my back against the wall and began paging through my favorite magazine, all of those hard mature cocks and all those younger men sucking and stroking them. There was one of a man who reminded me of Ray. He was fully dressed with only his zipper open and his hard cock sticking out. His cock standing straight up, as a completely naked young male was on his knees sucking his cock. I wanted to be that young male, naked and on my knees willing to please Ray any time he needed me to take his cock in my mouth.
I laid back, closed my eyes, and stroked my cock as I fantasized about the picture, wishing it was me. The doorbell shook me from my fantasy. I listened to see if my mother was going to answer the door, and the doorbell rang again. I sipped my shorts back on and ran upstairs to see Ray standing outside.
I heard Ray saying, "Johnnie, Jean, is anybody home?"
I opened the door to see Ray immaculately dressed in a black business suit with his white shirt open to mid-chest, his smooth shin exposed in the most sexy way.
"Johnnie," Ray said, breaking me out of my trance.
"Yeah, Yeah, Ray."
"Hey, I hate to bother you, I was actually looking for your mom, but all the cars are gone so maybe I can ask you?" Ray said as he gazed and my partially clothed body.
"What? What can I do for you?" I asked.
"I hate asking this, but I have a repairman coming by this afternoon sometime and I just got called into the office for a few hours, would you consider letting him in if I'm not back when he arrives...you'll have to stay with him as he does his thing, would that be too much to ask?"
I nodded I would be glad to as he handed me the key to his house and said, "Thanks, I'll leave him a note on the door to come and get you to let him in."
I watched Ray cross the lawn back to his house, wishing I was spending the day with him. My cock pulsed in my shorts, thinking about being naked on my knees and him in that suit, with his cock hanging out.
Around lunchtime there was a knock on the door, then the doorbell rang. I had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a short robe. I peeked through the side window next to the front door and saw a large older black man standing on the stoop holding a tool bag.
Opening the Door I heard his deep voice, "Johnnie? I have a note here from Ray saying you would be letting me in his house, can you help me with that?"
I looked at him as he scanned my body from head to toe. There I was naked and barefoot under my short robe, as I stammered, "Yes, can I get dressed first?"
He shook his head and said, "I would like to get started as soon as possible, maybe you could just let me in and then come back as I know Ray wanted you to stay there while I worked...I've known Ray for a long time and it'll be okay, trust me."
I felt so naked as I let him convince me it would be okay. He picked up his bag of tools and started back across the lawn. I thought to myself how easily these older guys could talk me into doing anything, even things I knew I shouldn't be doing. I wondered for a minute how and when that all began. He seemed so manly and masculine. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger and was a little disappointed. I blushed thinking about that, "Oh my god...am I attracted to every mature male I run across?"
I looked down at my bare feet as I walked in the grass, careful not to get them dirty knowing Ray had white carpeting in his living room. I could feel the warm summer breeze blowing up and under my robe, arousing me slightly. The way the back of the robe clung to my bottom, made me feel sexy. I was glad I was following this strong man but wondered what his reaction would have been if the situation had been turned around.
By the time I looked up, the large black man was reaching out with his hand, offering it to me saying, "I'm sorry, I'm Jason, that was rude of me not to have introduced myself."
I nodded and handed him the key. Jason unlocked the door and stepped back. He laid the palm of his hand on my bottom and said, "After you Johnnie."
I almost tripped, somewhat in shock that he had done what Ray had done the previous day. His hand felt warm through my thin robe, it was lovely and I wondered what his hands would feel like roaming all over my body. I stepped into the house and the cool air gave me a slight shiver, I could feel my nipples hardening. If my robe was pulled tight across my chest, my hard nubs would have been obvious.
Jason looked at me and grinned, he had seen the shiver. I wondered what he was thinking. I was so nervous in his presence. His stare was both exciting and frightening. I began feeling aroused. I was worried my cock would raise and tent my robe, or worse, poke out the split in front. I tried to think of other things, but the size of his hands and feet were making me crazy with thoughts of how big his cock might be. The more I pondered that, the harder my cock was getting. I had to get out of there, but my feet seemed glued to the floor and incapable of moving.
"Can you help me for a few minutes get organized?" Jason asked.
Again, breaking me out of my confusion, I nodded. My mouth too dry to speak.
"I'm gonna slide under the sink...would you please lean over and grab the faucet so it doesn't turn as I put the wrench to it?"
"Sure, how do I do that?" I asked, sounding like a stupid sissy.
I again blushed at the thought of how I must look and sound. I was barefoot and almost naked, asking stupid questions about things any boy or man should be able to figure out.
"Why don't you stand over my legs, straddling them, as I loosen the faucet and hose from below, just hold it tight so it doesn't slip."
I put one leg on each side of Jason's thighs and pressed my body, capturing my now hard cock against the edge of the cabinet. If Jason peeked back at me, he would see my feet were spread wide exhibiting my upper thighs and smoothly shaved balls. My legs were trembling as I stood holding the faucet tight and balancing on the balls of my feet. I was so aroused knowing parts of me were able to be seen by this very handsome, masculine black man. I pressed my cock against the cabinet, pressing again and again. Part of me hoped he would look back, another part felt embarrassed of my exposure, and how feminine I would be perceived.
"Johnnie, you don't mind doing this, right? I mean I could really use a hand, and I must say the view isn't so bad either."
I looked down and saw that Jason had slid out from under the sink and was looking directly up my robe.
"Don't you dare move," Jason demanded.
I felt his hands slide up my thighs until they teased my balls. His hand then spread my butt cheeks and teased my boy pussy...his thick black finger teasing and probing.
"Squat down, bring yourself closer," Jason said as he gently pulled me down by gripping my knees.
