Older guy breaks the pastors sons virgin ass in..
Summing it up: ‘ As I felt him open up, allowing my head to pop all the way in, he let out a sharp “AAhhhhuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!..’
“Breaking the bosses’ boy” by Gunter Ragen, courtesy of Nifty
Chris was the perfect pastor’s kid. He’s the son of my foreman Dave I’ve worked with for many years at the construction site. In his off time he is a youth pastor as his church. Dave is known for being an all around good guy, taking bus loads of kids up to the mountains for camps and activities all year round. His
faith and his religion are very much worn on his sleeve, always preaching his creed when the opportunity rises.
His son Chris is on the other hand a little devil in sheep’s clothing. The twenty year old pup still lives at home with his parents and came to work on our jobsite a year back. He’s popular and well liked, a sneaky little shit and cute as fuck. The boyish young man blossomed early with a full man’s body. He has light brown reddish hair and sparkling green eyes. He keeps his hair buzz cut and always has short face pubes. His hairy little face always gets me thinking about sexing him.
He puts on a good-boy act when his dad is around, but is quite a party animal
behind his back. In fact he can be often found yukking it up with the boys at
the job site about his drunken adventures. Since I work around him every day, I
cant help the fact my eyes are constantly scoping his nicely stacked body, his
youthful bound, and his bubbling sprit. I listen to the things he says, always
reading between the lines. In his youthful folly I sometimes see an inner fag
showing though when he lets his guard down. I knew one day I’d get to find out
how good or bad he really is.
That chance finally came one day when we had all traveled to a corporate
function out of town. Most of the management flew but some of us from the
jobsite drive down there. After a couple days of team building group hugs and
the latest OSHA brainwashing we were all ready to head home. Chris had ridden
down with his parents but they were headed off to a few more days of vacation in
another direction and had asked if Chris could ride back home with me. I of
course was more than happy to oblige.
After the big lunch at the event we both got into my company truck and headed
north for home. In the six hours on the road we made idle chit chat about work
and other crap. He proudly bragged about partying a bit at the company event,
sneaking some beer when his folks weren’t watching. Ah rebel youth. My brain was
contemplating how to get my cock in his ass and finally a plan came to mind. It
was getting dark and we were hungry so I found an exit where plenty of brightly
lit signs stood out of a dirty run down cluster of buildings along the highway.
We ate at a truck stop and had a couple beers over dinner. Having just turned
twenty he was jazzed I was buying him beer. After that we went walking back to
the truck and I suggested we get a motel room next door and get drunk instead of
drive the remaining five hours home tonight. He of course was all for that. We
drove a block down the street to the liquor store and got a twelve pack of
Budweiser and a pint of tequila. I knew if the beer didn’t smash him loose the
tequila would. After that we checked into the motel.
After getting to the room I immediately started to take a shower. Chris laid on
the bed watching TV and began hitting the beer at a pretty good clip. He was on
a mission to get fucked up. When done with the shower I opened the bathroom door
to let the steam out while I shaved. I then took a deliberate walk out into the
room in the buff to grab some clothes I “forgot” from my suitcase. I walked my
six foot 190lb hairy frame by him to gauge his reaction. As my eight inch cock
hung soft I bent over and gave him a show while I rifled through my stuff and
pulled out a worn sweat pants.
He played football in high school so I knew it was nothing for him to see a
naked dude doing exactly what I was doing. And lucky for him this 40 year old
still has a nice build. Glancing at him as I stood back up he was looking away
stone faced, proving he had looked at my hairy ass and the balls hanging between
my legs. As I walked back into the bathroom I kidded, “Sorry if I got you horny
boy”. It got a muffled giggle out of him. I finished up and decided to just
leave my attire at my sweats and nothing else. When I came out he was standing
with his back to me and looking out the window to the parking lot. Damn. Sitting
on the sofa next to the bed I grabbed a beer suggested he take a shower too.
“They have soft water dude, feels so good.”.
At first he said, “Naw I only have one more change of clothes.” I looked him
over as I swigged my beer. “Your pretty close to my size stud. I got an extra
pair of sweats you can wear”, I offered. “Go on take a shower, you’ll feel
better”. He then gave in and took the pair of sweats I grabbed from my suitcase.
“Don’t worry cowboy, I wont drink all the beer”, I kidded him as he slinked off
to the bathroom. I flipped around the TV while he showered, slinking down on the
sofa and nursing my beer.
When he came out he sported only my pair of sweats, his hanging package easily
seen in silhouette. His pup chest was even more muscular than his T-Shirt belied
and the light hair covering made him so delicious to the eyes. He took up camp
laying on the bed, his bare chest brightening my night, just a hint of a pouch
showing though the sweats. We watched the tube for a short bit and made idle
chit chat about this and that for the next hour.
I wasn’t gonna hit on him until he was getting good and buzzed. After his sixth
beer inside an hour he started acting more giddy and buzzed as I nursed my
second one. Pushing him, I pulled out the bottle of tequila and poured a shot
into one of the plastic cups from the motel, then sucked it down. I then poured
another and handed it over to Chris. After about gagging he sucked it down and
shook his head. I repeated the round of shots a few more times in the next
twenty minutes. He was getting good and shitty now and so was I.
The episode of Seinfeld was not fitting my mood so I flipped through the
channels until the adult movie menu came up. I rolled right into the list of
movie titles and read some of the descriptions on the screen before I said, “You
want to watch a porn flick?” I looked at him with a smirk and kidded, “You ever
seen one before?”. Acting like it was no big thing he said, “Yea lots of them”.
“OK cowboy,” I replied as I sifted through more of the titles waiting for him to
pick one off. “See anything that looks good?” I asked.
Loose enough to say what was on his mind he said, “You really want to watch one
of these? I heard you were a fag?” I looked up at him with a furrowed brow,
“What?”. Unthreatened he said, “These are all straight porn movies. I heard you
were gay that’s all”. Sitting up and taking another drag off my beer and looked
him in the eyes. “You heard I was gay huh?” He looked down at his beer and said,
“Well that’s what some of the guys at work say. I didn’t mean to offend you”.
“And you are still here in a motel room with me half dressed, getting drunk” He
looked kind of dumfounded. I just smiled and poured another shot of tequila
before I replied, “Well you heard right. I’m gay as a three dollar bill. It aint
no big secret. Although your dad don’t necessarily know it. I don’t think he
would of sent you off with me if he did”.
Chris acted awkward for the first time so I reassured, “Don’t worry cowboy, I
wont rape your ass unless you beg me to. You got no worries”. I handed him
another shot of Tequila. He then leaned back and said, “Lets skip the porn movie
for now. I just want to relax and get fucked up”. As it turned out he wanted to
barrage me with questions about my sex life and what gay men do with one
another. He was green, clueless, a boy in a man’s body, a puppy untrained.
So he asked, I answered in brutally honest and graphic description how a man
pleases another man as he drank more beer and proceeded to get slurring speech
drunk. He was intrigued, interested, curious and surprisingly without his
father’s judgment. While the conversation was somewhat clinical, I could tell he
was getting turned on and slowly selling himself on the idea. He was soon going
to be passing out at the rate he was drinking and I knew I’d better make my
move.
I finally said, “No more questions stud”. By now my dick was thick in my sweats
and a stream of sticky sweet was beginning to soak though the soft material and
I was wanting to crawl up his ass. So I stood up and threw myself on the bed
next to him on my hands and knees and got in his face. “You want me to show you
cowboy?” I said. “I can tell you want to. You want to so bad I can feel it. And
there ain’t nobody in this world safer than me to show you.”
I was laying it on thick, playing on both his fears and his desires. He was
ready. “You wont tell my parents will you?” he asked like a kid in trouble. I
laughed. “Fuck no! You kidding me!” He laughed hesitantly as if to say he should
have known. Then as if he flicked a switch in his brain he said, “OK, but I
don’t want you to fuck me up the ass. OK?” He’s so fucking cute. If he could
have just seen himself saying that in his denial and slurred speech. I knew
within the hour I’d have my swimmers inside his gut. I knew Id have him in the
shower in the morning, no matter now hard his hung-over head hurt.
“What do we do first?”, he asked like a boy seated in the driver seat of a car
for the first time. “Take off your sweats and let me show you what a real blow
job feels like,” I said. Excited like he was on a new adventure, he pulled them
off. “Just relax cowboy and lean yourself back there”. I then moved my eyes to
his beautiful dick, laying sideways across his hairy inner thigh. Tufts of bush
reddish brown hair sprouted out all over around the base. Hmmmm. This was gonna
be nice. “You like my cock?” he asked. I just looked at him and grinned.
I slowly handled his meat, inspecting and marveling at it. Always love meeting a
new cock. I sniffed and smelled at it before sucking his soft tool up into my
mouth and pulling on it. Cupping his balls and tugging on them, I sucked his
limp cock slowly to life. I hungrily swirled my tongue around his head and
probed his piss slit every so often. He tasted fresh and young, flinching every
time I dragged the rough of my tongue sideways across his piss hole. His cock
finally hardened to full mass he began making sounds of pleasure and getting
into it.
I began taking his meat all the way into my throat and bobbing on it, making him
moan. “Oooh shit, oooooooooh”. Pulling off him and jacking him off for a second
or two I said, “That’s it cowboy, just relax and get into it.” Instead of
closing his eyes or staring into space motionless like many straight guys do, he
was watching my every move. So I went back down on his head and began vigorously
sucking him, drilling down his piss hole while looking him in the eyes. He just
ran his hands back and forth across his hairy chest and rolled his head around
in drunken ecstasy.
I moved to the soft rumples of skin just below his dick head and began sucking
and smooching him there while tugging his hairy nuts. This made him shift and
coo some more. Reaching up with one of my hairy arms I began lightly pinching
and twisting one of his nips while my mouth continued gnawing sideways on his
shaft. “Ohh fuck”, he mumbled as his buzz cut scalp twisted in the pillow. As I
continued my assault on his senses I dug deeper between his legs and began
mouthing his balls one my one while my hand jacked his wet cock.
Now streaming precum my palm rubbed and polished across his head in between
pumps, making his body writhe. He was about to cum I could tell, he was making
all the movements and tensing up so I stopped. Denying him the get off, I rose
up and slid up over his chest and put my body against his. Leaning down over him
I nibbled on his tits and brushed my goatee up his neck. Whispering in his ear I
said, “Turn over and get up on your knees and I’ll show you something totally
cool”.
I expected him to say something like, “OK, but don’t fuck me”. Instead he just
did as I asked and got into a perfect doggie position. “Good boy”, I
complimented him and got behind his nice round hairy butt. I had looked down his
ass crack at work before when he was sitting in my office leaned over a desk
doing paperwork. His T-Shirt would lift up and expose the trail of hair that
went down his back into his low cut Levis. Hmmm. Now I had his luscious hairy
cheeks in both my hands, prying them apart like the gates to heaven.
His cock hung low like a log, his hairy balls swinging back and forth as he got
settled. I pulled his cheeks apart wide, letting the air and light hit is pink
hairy nest. My cock went from hard to extra hard as I saw his tight pink pucker
so fresh and unmolested. He smelled relatively clean having just showered as I
had told him to do earlier. Slowly and teasingly I pulled his cheeks tighter
wide and planted my open mouth into his hairy crack.
My hairy goateed mug slid between his orbs as my tongue touched his magic spot.
He flinched at first, feeling for the first time a man’s tongue on his asshole.
As his body melted I began lovingly and wickedly slithering around in this boy’s
most tender spot. I learned young myself that the fastest way into a faggot’s
soul is to eat his ass until he begs you to fuck it. Prying on his cheeks harder
I began tongue fucking his hairy virgin cunt more violently, sucking and
slurping on him like a pig. He began involuntarily pushing himself toward me,
all the while making pleasing moans and grunts. “Holy shit that is
so,…………..fuck that is so…….”
I reached between his legs and wrapped my hand around his cock and pumped it a
few times to keep him up, feeling the wetness streaming from his mushroom tip.
While I pumped his meat I began sucking his pucker harder and harder into my
lips until It began to rise and swell, allowing my lips to encircle it. As he
cooed and arched his back, I stuck my tongue deep into his hole and made him
jump. “Fuck you are getting me off so much. Ohhh man!”
Still pulling on his cock while tongue fucking his softening hole I stealthily
got my sweat pants off, allowing my fully hard and leaking 8″ cock to swing out.
He was out of it now, fully humping his ass on my mouth and moaning like a bitch
in heat. If I had thought of it I would have found a way to tape this shit to
play back for him if he got all “I wasn’t really into that shit” in the
morning.
Now was the time to start pushing the limits and make him my bitch. I reached
over to my sweat pants next to me and grabbed the bottle of lotion I’d pocketed
after I showered. Popping the cap I squirted a bunch on my hand and began
stroking his dripping hard 6″ cock with it. That made him make more sounds of
pleasure. He continued rocking on his knees and encouraging me, truly getting
off in his drunken sexual lust. “OOOooohhh yeah. Feels so…….”
I got down and went a last minute pigging and sucking his asshole silly, making
him moan and slither around like a hungry whore in heat. “Oh shit, please don’t
stop, ooooh yeah you gonna make me cum…..” I pulled away and interrupted him
by sliding my lubricated finger up his hole right up against his prostate. He
jolted and bucked a bit at first but I held firm and began sliding it in and
out, finger fucking his tight boy cunt. Sure to keep bumping his magic spot I
massaged him slowly while I kept my other hand around his dick.
After he adjusted to that I slipped another finger into his warm greasy cunt.
His hole felt so tight and velvety around my finger. AHHHH YEAH! He was now
getting into it almost involuntarily, pushing and rocking back and forth toward
my hand. “Like that huh?” I chided. “Yeah feels pretty good don’t it boy? He
just moaned in response while I continued finger holing his cunt. Finally I
pulled my stinky fingers from his chute and pushed him down on the bed flat.
“Roll over on your back bud”, I told him softly.
He rolled over on his back, his face and chest now sweaty. I looked in the eyes
and smiled at him chidingly, “Having fun yet?” He smiled, “Shit man, I never
imagined it would be like this.” He was about to get fucked in the ass by a
rough man old enough to be his dad and he was too drunk to think about stopping
me. I pushed myself up between his legs and slid up onto his chest again. My
hard cock was now sliding up along side his, our chests together and I looked
him in the eyes.
“Do you trust me boy?” I asked. Looking back at me with a mix of drunken stupor
and hesitance he said, “Yes”. Peering into his soul I said, “Then let me put my
dick in you and show you what this is really all about”. He was right up to the
edge of ecstasy, sweating, his dick leaking and red. Fighting his inhibitions,
fears, convictions and creed, his mind went through it all. “Ok but please don’t
tell my dad”. I almost laughed in his face. “Yeah, well you don’t neither boy!”
I knew it was going to be harder for him to hide this shit from his parents than
me.
My cock was so ready to take his cunt. I was so ready to break this young pup’s
virgin cherry and give him my DNA. I was ready to convert him over to a new
realm and make him mine for life. He would surely fall in love with another, but
he would always remember this night when I pierced his soul with my cock and
helped him discover the paradox of pleasure spiked with pain. Yep, a boy never
forgets his first man fuck. My army of faggot boys would be swimming around in
him soon, and it was time to get it on.
As I watched a roach crawl up the wall behind the picture over the bed, I raised
his legs up against my chest and saddled up to his hairy little hole. I reached
down and stoked his cock with one hand as I guided my cock head up to his snatch
with the other. Firmly planting it against his warm lubed rosebud I wrapped my
arms around his legs and gripped him tight. I looked down at him one more time
before I pushed it in, his face wet with sweat, his eyes shut.
As I pushed my blunt head against virgin butt hole I felt his body tense and
fight. “Relax. Relax bud”, I coached. Breathe slow and deep.” His hole clenched
tight as I pushed, stretching it open wider than the biggest shit he had ever
taken. As I felt him open up allowing my head to pop all the way in, he let out
a sharp “AAhhhhuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh! I paused and held it firm in him until he
regained his composure. Opening his eyes he looked to me for some kind of
signal. I just stared back into his soul as I pushed into his aching tight cunt
a little harder.
“Uuuuuuuueeeeee! Stop. stop. I cant take it!” I paused again but did not pull
out. “Yes you can boy, you can take it. It’s only gonna hurt for a minute or
two”. His body was shaking and sweating, it was fighting the intrusion. I knew
what he was going thought. I was there once, getting my asshole split open fir
the first time. The sharp shear pain shooting like lightning was racking through
him as he breathed fast and rocked his head back and forth. I pushed further
into him, my eight inch meat stretching his chute open to new limits, requiring
me to put my muscle into him to get it in further.
His eyes now tearing up but he was taking it. He wanted it. I knew then he
wanted it so bad he was gritting his teeth to overcome the pain. He wanted it
enough that he stopped fighting. He was gonna let me do whatever I wanted now. I
held it tight up in his cunt and laid down on him a bit to hold him still.
Leaning down and scrubbing his neck again with my goatee I whispered in his ear,
“You’re doing fine boy, you are gonna be just fine. This is ours together”.
With that I pulled slowly back and shoved back into his throbbing shitter. He
let out another sharp bark of pain, and did again the second time I plugged him.
I pulled out and let his hole slam shut for a moment while I lubed up my cock
some more with the lotion. He seemed relieved for a second before I grabbed his
thighs and shoved back up his hole a bit more roughly. “AAHHHHHhhhheeeeooooo!”,
he yelped. “Stop. I cant”. I leaned back down over him, chest to chest and place
my hand over his mouth and gave him a stern look as I began to really let him
have it good.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I was banging his virgin man hole good and rough
now, my hand tight over his mouth to keep the neighbors from hearing his
screams. Yeah this little bitch was getting my cock good and rough now. SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Tears were streaming from his eyes and getting my hand
wet as I fucked him with deep and deliberate thrusts. His shaking legs flailed
around my torso as I bucked into him with an animalistic vengeance. “Yeah boy!
You getting buttfucked by a man!”, I chided him. “Your getting a dick up your
ass!”
Lucky for him I didn’t last long. As I began to feel the cum rising I slowed up
a little and let my hand from his face. Holding my self up over him in a push-up
pose I continued thrusting my hairy eight inch tool into his stink hole as he
just laid there with his eyes closed. He was taking it like a man, waiting for
me to finish and give him relief. He was probably regretting this by now, but be
was taking it. He was letting me fuck his hole raw and red. He was gonna let me
cum up his hole and soil him. But wait. In the steam and the panting he blurted
out, “Uhh shit……Im gonna cum! I m……….”
As I pistoned his shitter his cock twitched against my hairy stomach and
exploded his warm white ropes of juice between us. Feeling the warm release I
looked him in the eyes and smiled. He was dumfounded, not understanding how it
had happened. And in the excitement of it all I finally came to my point of cum,
blowing his red burning hole with my slippery man spunk. Immediately feeling the
spread of my slick juice around my cock, the fuck got easier and slower on him.
He just laid here with his eyes shut as I slowed down.
I rose up on my knees to see my cum covered cock sliding in and out of his hairy
snatch. Seeing that there was no dirty mess down there I decided to really knock
him out of the park. I pulled my slimy dick from his fuck hole began licking and
slurping on his cummy cock. I spent a good minute licking up his boy cum from
his hairy stomach and tickling his tender cock head with my tongue. He just laid
there rolling his head back and forth in the now wet pillow catching his breath
and moaning softly. “Ohh shit man. Ooohh shit”, was all he kept saying.
“Get back up on your hands and knees again boy,” I said. Assuring him I didn’t
plan to hurt him anymore I added, “Let me lick that that asshole clean”. He
slowly up into a doggie position and I spend the next five minutes pigging into
his hairy cum hole, slurping and sucking the fuck out of it as he moaned and
cooed. Feeling him react to each move and motion of my tongue was so fantastic.
He was getting the full Grunt treatment.
I finally laid down next to him and pulled him into and embrace as we came down.
Kissing him on the neck and holding him I whispered into his ear, “You OK bud?”
He said, “Yea I am. That fucking got me off more than ever in my life”. I smiled
to myself. “Really?” I asked. Still breathing a bit hard from the rush and the
booze he just said, “Fucking shit man. I just can’t fucking believe it.”.
I knew he’d remember this night for the rest of his life whether he chose to
fuck men again or not. Knowning that I had blown his mind made me feel so
powerful and important. Who say’s there is no ego in sex?
“Well lets get up and have another beer and relax”, I said. “Then if you still
got it in you, you can take my ass for a ride”.
Well that didn’t happen that night. After a few more shots and idle chat the boy
passed out where he laid. I eventually pulled the covers out from under him and
crawled into the bed next to him and crashed myself. We slept in til about 10:00
before we got up and around. I convinced him to take a shower with me and I gave
him another whirlwind blowjob that had him squirt five times down my throat. He
had taken getting his cherry popped rough like a man and deserved a tender
reward.
The drive home went well. He didn’t seem to have any remorse or guilt showing
from our escapade but didn’t really bring it up. He did ask if I fucked any
other guys from work to which I answered yes. He was curious as to who and I
just smirked. “I’m sure you will find out in time”. When I dropped him off at
his parent’s house he smiled bashfully. “Thanks man”, he said and then asked.
“Do you want to get together again sometime?” I smiled back at him, “Sure, just
don’t tell your dad OK.” We both shared a laugh as I drove away.
