Cop Tales

"Cop-Tales"

Tale #3

I was a lonely guy growing up. My dad left my mom and I when I was about eight years old. It's tuff for a boy growing up without a male figure in his life. My mom instantly had to get a second job just to keep a roof over our heads and I'm grateful for that. But being an only child, I was alone for long periods of times. As I grew into my teen years, being a loner only made things tougher when I realized I was starting to be attracted to guys. At sixteen, I was beating my meat constantly. Finding time or privacy was never a problem for me when my mom worked from morning to late at night most days.

I always wanted to be a cop. It has been a part of me since I don't know when. I loved watching reruns of old cop shows like Adam-12. Everyone was always hot for the Reed character as he was the younger better-looking guy. But Malloy, he was my obsession. I studied that guy's every move on each episode. I constantly watched the front of his uniform pants hoping to see the glimpse of any kind of cock bulge. I beat my meat thinking about being with him. God I was in love with that man! He only reinforced my feelings for being in Law Enforcement as I grew up. The way he filled out that uniform was life changing for me.

Like I said before, I was on the bone constantly as most dudes of that age are. If the wind blew across the front of my shorts, I threw a hardon. I lived in a rural kind of area and I knew that being gay was something you just wasn't supposed to be or talk about. Made to go to church on Sundays and listen to how sinful it was to lay with another man, only made me hate myself even more. It forced me to hide my feelings and try extra hard to blend in with other guys. I wasn't a nelly kind of teenager. Hell, quite the opposite if fact. I was into sports and was built muscular naturally.

The first week of summer vacation I was on my bicycle constantly. I had my driver's license but we couldn't afford the insurance for a second car at my age. So, my only means of getting around was my two wheels. Not having many friends, my bike was my constant companion. Riding around in the heat with my shirt off and in thin shorts, I tanned up quickly. By the second week, I was already bored, exploring further and further away from my usual territory. I would beat off at the weirdest of places just to get a thrill. The dug out of the ball field or with my back up against a tree, I always tried something different to spice things up. As much as I'd try to will myself to fantasize about a chick, my mind would always drift back to men, especially Malloy.

I'd heard talk they were building a huge apartment complex about a mile from our house. My mom informed me to stay away from there because there are always savory characters working at places like that. Of course, I didn't listen. To prove a point this particular morning, I set off to see how far they were coming along. It was hot and humid as hell and sweat covered my body. I lazily made my way there in no hurry to get anywhere quickly in this heat. I stopped by the local creek and pissed in it as I usually did now. As I took back off on my travels, I could see the new buildings rising about the trees as I approached the construction site. I hesitated at first turning down the freshly laid gravel road, wondering if I would be arrested or something.

Construction materials were littered everywhere and most of the men working were concentrated in one particular area. Cautiously peddling slowly, I traveled the bumpy road with my bike seat beating against my ass cheeks. Dump and cement trucks were in a line waiting with their drivers as I peddled by. The smell of diesel hung heavy around the large hulking vehicles. The drivers stared at me and I was worried I if should turn around and head back to the main road. But apparently, they knew better than I did that a young man like me hanging around a construction site meant only one thing. A few cat calls were directed my way but I ignored them not knowing why I was receiving them.

Next to catch my eye were a string of about six porta-potties lined up in a row. In the excessive humidity, the stench of rancid piss hung heavy in the air. It was weird, but something about that smell went to the core of me. I drank in the aroma deeply and savored it like a perfume. My cock instantly began to awaken without any stimulation. It was as if he already knew something I didn't know yet.

As I rounded the corner of a large three-story poured concrete structure, the sun shinned brightly in my eyes. That's where I stumbled upon the labors that were working. Most were shirtless wearing their construction hats. I counted five in total as I slowly rolled to a stop. I was out in plain sight as I leaned forward on my handle bars and watched them work. I now figured there was harm in me being there because no one had stopped me so far. I enjoyed watching their shirtless sweaty bodies. I was totally oblivious to the fact that my cock was at full attention tenting the front of my white shorts. Absent of underwear, my cock head begged to be free. Blatantly it stuck up and poked out up around my elastic waistband. With both my feet planted on the ground, there was no hiding my arousal.

It wasn't long before I heard a loud whistle from one of the workers. As I looked in that direction, I saw a guy waving at me. He was atop a large stack of lumber, handing another guy a two by four as needed. He stared at me for a long time as I stood there taking in all that was going on. He whistled again but this time he motioned for me to come further down the road towards him. I hesitated at first wondering if I should. But slowly I started walking my bike towards him.

He was about twenty feet up on a stack of strapped lumber when I got closer. For some reason I was intrigued with this guy instantly. Dark skinned with a large mustache, he smiled a huge white smile at me. It was obvious that he was Mexican or of some Latin descent. He looked to be about thirty years old or so. Right away I noticed his crotch. Faded tight blue jeans with dirt stains at his knees, his crotch bulged out nicely.

"Hola," he yelled down at me as he grabbed his crotch.

I put my hand above my eyes to shield the bright sun as I looked up at him smiling. Standing there with my bike between my legs, I wondered what was hidden under his zipper.

"You looking for some dick kid," he then yelled down loudly with a thick Spanish accent?

I heard the other guys start laughing as he gyrated his hips back and forth. Instantly I felt uncomfortable and somewhat humiliated. When I dropped my head down in shame, I saw what they must have been laughing at. My cock was that obvious.

As the laughing continued, I Instantly turned my bike around and started peddling back up the road I traveled down. In the back ground I could hear him yelling, "Come on back man. I got a big one for you," followed by more cat calls from the others.

I endured the same kind of humiliation this time when I passed by the truckers again. One in fact ran over towards me as I slowly peddled up the gravel road.

"Hey, hold up there," he hollered as he stepped in front of me and stopped my forward movement. "Dam, you're a good-looking kid. You want to help one of us out," he asked?

Not really knowing what he meant, I answered, "No, I'm just looking around." But I felt really nervous and scared all of the sudden.

"There's only one reason a half-naked young man like you would be out here hanging around. Dam, I'm disappointed now. I was going to offer you a chance to give me a blowjob," he said.

"What's a blowjob," I asked innocent as fuck because I was back then? We couldn't afford a computer or smart phone so I had no way of learning about sex.

"Sucking on the end of my cock," he blurted out with a look of total bewilderment on his face. Shaking his head and then walking away he yelled back to me, "Sorry kid, I had you all wrong."

I peddled to the ball field and parked my bike while I headed for the cooler dugouts. I felt nervous about what had just happened and worried they all might think I liked guys or something. Was my secret revealed I worried as I sat there? Then I thought about what the guy had just said to me. Does a guy really suck on another guy's cock? After biting my lips in deep concentration for a while, I shrugged my shoulders and settled into my usual routine. I looked around and casually coughed up a wad of spit into my right palm and pulled my waistband below my ball sack. Envisioning that guy again even thought I tried not to, I beat my meat retracing every inch of his exposed body. Within a minute, a large wad of cum shot up onto my chest with a few splatters hitting my chin.

I swore I'd never go back there for fear of exposer. But I relived the whole event for days in my head. Each night, I'd beat my meat thinking of him or Malloy. That indicant happened on a Wednesday. By Monday, I was back on my bike headed over that way. I rationed I was just going to check on the progress of the buildings from afar. But when I arrived it was an overcast day and the site wasn't busy. It was sort of a ghost town to be honest. So off I went back down the bumpy road again, just checking things out.

No trucks at all were lined up today. The wind was blowing slightly in a different direction and the aroma of piss wasn't as strong as I passed the johns. Turning that corner of the large foundation again, I saw three men mulling about. Hesitating for a long time, I slowly walked myself out into plain sight. One of the men instantly saw me and stopped working. He stared at me before placing his hands on his hips. I stopped my forward movement wondering if he was going to tell me to get lost. But instead, he took his hardhat off, wiped his brow and let out a loud whistle. That was followed by,

"Hector, where the fuck is Hector working," he yelled? He then shook his head before he went back to work ignoring me.

I watched frozen in my footsteps when Hector appeared from a ground floor unit. Wearing a dirty tee-shirt with the sleaves cut off this time, I knew it was him instantly.

"You got a visitor," he yelled at him as he looked my way.

He stopped for a second and took me in from afar before he started walking towards me. For a second, I wanted to run away but I couldn't. My feet and legs felt like cement. I couldn't help but stare at his abundant looking crotch in his dirty work pants. He walked right up me, looked me up and down from head to toe before he smiled. With a wicked look on his face, all he said was,

"Follow me."

I don't know why, but I did. I watched the gloves stuck in his back pocket sway back and forth in his tight jeans as he walked. I'm thinking they must have hypnotized me or something because I was out of my comfort zone doing this. My mom's words rung thru my head about going to a place like this because it always led to no good. I was always a good kid and never got in trouble. Hell, I was going to be a cop and I knew better then to fuck up my record. But I wanted trouble with this guy today. So, I followed him anyways.

He led me back towards the porta-potties. When we were in front of them, he instructed me to park my bike and follow him inside one. I couldn't get my kick stand down at first, so he left me and entered the last one down. Finally getting my bike to stand up in one place, I took a deep breath and started walking towards the john. My hands shook like a leaf and I got slightly sick to my stomach. But my cock was hard already and pointing towards where he was. Finally, the scent of old piss filled my nostrils and I felt a boost of confidence come over me. The door wasn't locked and squeaked like hell when I pulled it open. He was taking a piss and I watched his strong piss stream flow from him.

"Come on in and lock the door behind you," he instructed. When the door closed, the confined area suddenly got claustrophobic. I was pressed up against his warm backside as I stood there not knowing what to do or what was about to happen. I closed my eyes and drank in the scent of his sweaty body. I was brought back to reality when he turned around and faced me. He reached over and rustled my shaggy hair and then applied pressure to my right shoulder. Without words spoken I understood he wanted me on my knees.

I complied without knowing what was going to happen next. The sharp rocks and caked mud in front of the toilet hurt my bare knees. But when I saw his cock hanging right in front of my face, all that pain left me. Thick as hell with his cock head covered with skin, I'd never seen anything like it before. Hanging limp with a drip of piss still hanging from his wrinkled skin, I swallowed hard. I'd never seen a grown man's cock before and I wanted to know more about it. My cock and cock head were pale and pink like cotton candy. His cock was darker in color than his regular skin and looked almost black. Mine was just a couple inches soft while his was about five inches. Thicker in the middle then at both ends, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Thick black course hair was abundant around his zipper opening.

He placed his hand behind my head and pulled me into his warm crotch. The scent of a man's crotch filled my nostrils for the first time. I didn't know what to do because I'd never done anything like this before. So, I just rubbed against his cock with my face and noise. But a voice deep within me told me to suck it and I tried. I stuck out my tongue and licked the end of his pecker. Just before I put it in my mouth, he pulled me back from him and looked down at me with glaring eyes.

"You ever done this before," he asked in Spanish with an upturned voice?

Luckily, I had taken first year Spanish in high school and was able to understand some of what he said. Little did I know that class would turn out to be the best thing I ever took in the months that followed today. Looking up at him worried I'd disappointed him; I slowly moved my head back and forth indicating I hadn't.

"Ah, I'm going to be your first," he said in broken English this time in a bragging voice?

When I nodded that he was, he changed his attitude towards me.

"OK, I teach you," he offered as he undid the snap atop his pants. Before me was a thick forest of hair that made me envious. "So many white boys like you have drank from the end of my cock," he then bragged as he rubbed my cheek softly.

He took me slow, showing me how to please a man with my mouth as he put it. I was God smacked when I saw his cock fully hard. I was totally mesmerized when he skinned his foreskin back and exposed his cock head. The aroma it gave off was incredible and super erotic. He had me suckle his cock head as he jerked on his shaft. I knew enough to know at some point I was going to be rewarded with tasting his cum. And sooner then I realized, he pulled my head in tighter and forced more of his cock in my mouth. Thick warm and forceful shots of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could struggling to gulp as much of it down before it ran out the corner of my lips. I chocked at one point and cum ran up into my noise. Tears ran down my face.

His breathing was heavy and his body tensed as he fired off squirt after squirt into my willing mouth. When it was finally over, he moved my head away from his crotch and started zipping his pants back up. I watched as the object of my lust disappeared behind the fabric of his pants. He helped me to my feet and reached down to feel my still hard cock pointing up at the ceiling. He groped me with a firm fist and made me feel light headed for a second. It was the first time anyone had touched my cock besides myself.

He then reached around me and unlocked the door. As it opened, a rush of cooler air blew in around us. Looking down at me he asked,

"You come back and I can teach you a lot," he said nodding his head yes at me as he cupped my chin. He then groped my ass cheek in his right hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Any man had you down there yet," he asked as his fingers moved to my ass crack?

I didn't know quite what he meant by that statement so of course I said no. I'd just recently heard of cornholing in the locker room, but I didn't know the how to of it. He seemed really pleased to hear that I'd never done anything like that and smiled ear to ear.

His dirty hands then run under my waistband of my shorts and traced my butt crack. When his fingers dug up between my cheeks and found my asshole, I quivered. I never dreamed a man's touch down there could feel so incredible. "I'm going to be your first then," he said enthusiastically. "I'll teach you all the ways a guy like you can please a man. I've got lots of experience with the likes of you who come around construction sights looking for dick," he said as he applied pressure to my pucker making me stand on my tippy toes. As his ruff feeling finger slipped a little inside me, he seductively said, "I'll make lots of brown babies in you." He snickered as I wondered what he meant exactly. And little did I know that over the coming months he would indeed try.

I rode home fucking over the moon thinking I lost my virginity. The taste of his cum lingered on my tastebuds for the rest of that day. "I had sex with a grown fucking man," I bragged to myself with sheer pride written all over my face. I danced around my bedroom and felt incredible. But I could only boast to myself. I beat off soon after I got home and I emptied my balls twice more before bed time. When I woke up in the morning with a piss hardon, I wanted more. I tried to control myself but was only able to resist going back there for one day.

Wednesday I was peddling my ass back down that gravel road. Past the cat calls from the truckers into the area the guys were working. It was hot as fuck again so I was only wearing my shorts. When I arrived, a loud whistle was let out again and Hector appeared from around the corner. He wasn't the least bit shocked or surprised I was there again. He walked over to me and told me the boss was hanging around today and we needed to be careful. He scratched his balls before he pointed out his truck to me and told me to hang out there and wait for him.

It was about forty-five minutes till lunch so I moseyed over and leaned my bike against his vehicle. It was a high sitting 4X4 truck that was rather old and beat up. I pulled the latch on the passenger door and jumped up inside to wait. Again, it was hot as fuck and his truck was dark green in color which only made the sun draw to it more. I was over the moon just sitting in his truck. Inside there were tons of beer cans littering on the floorboards. A pair of work boots stood tall with some dirty socks atop them as my eyes explored the cab. I looked both ways before I grabbed one of his socks and sniffed it deeply. I couldn't resist stuffing it in my pocket as a souvenir.

When he finally showed up, I was drenched in sweat from the heat. Bored and yet excited at the same time, I'd played with my cock to where it was hard as a rock. Edging over and over, my balls were aching for release. I saw him walking up and when he hopped up in the driver's side, he looked ready for action. Pulling his sweaty tee-shirt off first, he wiped the excess moisture from his chest with it. He reached by me into his glove box and pulled out a bottle of cinnamon flavored whiskey and took a big drink. I admired his hairy sweaty pits as he tipped the bottle back. Instantly he offered me some and I took a drink trying to act grown up. I'd never tasted booze before and it burned like hell going down. I even coughed which made him laugh. He forced me to take another drink before he unzipped his pants and pulled them below his knees.

He then swung his legs up sideways, leaned back against his door and laid his legs up on the seat as I scooted over as far over as I could. His boots were caked with dried mud and looked well worn. I couldn't help but run my hand up his hairy leg and feel his strong masculine leg. He motioned for me to get between his legs as he wiggled his pants down even lower. Presented before me was his beautiful cock and balls. When he spread his legs wider, his big nuts hung down bloated looking. I couldn't believe how hairy his crotch was. Having only started sporting hair on my junk not that long ago, I was super impressed. His cock was limp and hanging atop his nuts.

A nice abundance of wrinkled up skin was visible at the end of his cock head. Being only the second time, I'd ever seen an uncut cock; I was extremely curious. Right away my fingers reached out and fondled the excess skin as I looked up at him asking for permission with my eyes. He looked pleased as I checked out his cock. I watched as he opened the whiskey bottle again and took another big swig. When he was done, he insisted I take another myself. Already I was feeling the effects of the booze but I took the bottle and tried to take as big a swallow as he did. Again, I coughed and fought to catch my breath. Satisfied we'd drank enough, he pointed down at his junk and I already knew what he wanted.

I crawled between the wide spot his open legs had made and began tonging the tip of his cock. Instantly I tasted old piss and I loved the taste. I ever so slowly retracted his foreskin and was rewarded with seeing his wide piss slit and his moist looking cock head. That aroma hit my noise again and I'd come to learn it was the smell of an unwashed foreskin. And I couldn't get enough of it. The contrast between his dark-skinned shaft and his pink cock head was still amazing to me.

Ever so quickly his cock come alive. It was like a cobra rising up as I mapped every vein and ridge on his shaft. I noticed he had hair running up almost a third on his shaft as I memorized every detail. I inhaled the smell of his musty crotch and it locked in a memory I'd always recall from then on. My hand instinctively run up under his damp nut sack as I took him as deeply as I could. I squeezed them delicately in my fist and felt their firmness.

His balls were nestled in a tight hairy sack that was about the size of a tennis ball. Instructing me to, "Watch my teeth," I began to slowly learn how to give a better blowjob. I savored the sweet nectar that oozed from his piss slit in an abundant amount. Supper slippery with a slightly salty taste, I raked my tongue over and over the opening it flowed from. It coated my tongue with his natural lubricant I learned later in life.

He rubbed my head for encouragement and occasionally arched his hips up off the seat as he'd moan. I figured I was doing an OK job seeing's how it was only my second attempt. The booze by now had blurred my senses and I was only focused on pleasing him. I slobbered on his cock and tried my best to take him deeper at his constant request. A puddle of my spit accumulated at the base of his cock as I struggled. With my face buried in his crotch, I heard a voice from behind me speak as the side of the truck was banged.

"Amigo, the boss will be back soon. You need to get back to work. Rapido."

"Yeah, yeah, I heard Hector reply as he lifted my head off his cock. Looking in my eyes as I raised up some, a line of spittle still connected my mouth to his cock head. "I have to drop this load, no more playing around," he told me.

"Yeah, you better hurry," I heard behind me again as I glanced over my shoulder. Standing at the open window was a Latin looking guy smiling at me. He didn't seem the least bit shocked at what he saw going on.

"You better get to work," he instructed me as I nodded my head acknowledging his words.

"Come on, help me get my nut," Hector said as he tapped my arm and I refocused. I moved back into position unashamed partly because of the booze. I watched as he grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it at me. He started jerking himself off as I sucked the end of his cock. At least this time I knew what to expect and braced myself for the huge load I'd learn he always dumped. The guy at the window reached in and rubbed my calf almost like he was encouraging me on as he watched.

Within about a minute of him stimulating his cock, he busted his nuts in my mouth again. This time I swallowed quicker and managed to handle the quickness of his squirts. God how I was already learning to enjoy the taste of his sperm. Curdles of lumpy sperm lingered between my cheek and my molders as my tongue sought them out. My tongue squished the gelatinous lumps against the roof of my mouth. The whole inside of my mouth had a slimy coating as I swallowed over and over. As he lay back and recovered from his climax, I spit cleaned his cock. I then ran my hands up and rubbed his hairy sweaty belly knowing I was hooked on this man already.

"Ha, he drinks you down like a calf after his milk," the guy behind me said boastfully as I raised myself up. With my back up against the open window, he reached in and ran his hand under my waistband. "Dam you have all the luck Hector," he said as Hector started to get up.

He excited the truck to pull his pants back up and told me I needed to get going. The guy on my side was still standing there when I opened the door. As I stepped out, I stumbled as my head spun slightly. He caught me before I fell and helped me stand. Blatantly, he took advantage of my drunkenness and copped a feel of my ass.

Hey Hector, once you break him in, I want some of this," he bellowed loudly without care as he walked me around front of the truck. He had his hand down inside my shorts fingering my hole as Hector watched.

"Come on, we better get back," Hector said.

Before he walked away, he instructed me to start showing up around lunch time from now on. I was so excited he wanted me to keep coming back. Not realizing I would soon be a steady piece of ass for him. I slowly staggered home that day, drunk on male sperm and liquor at the same time.

With no fear, I returned to the construction site that Friday. I just couldn't control my eagerness to suck on his cock again. In my mind at that time, that was all I thought we'd ever do together. That was about to change.

When I showed up this time, five men were sitting together on a lumber pile eating lunch. Hector was there and called me over to sit beside him. He had a flask of that same whiskey and pulled it from his back pocket and encouraged me to drink. All the other guys watched me knowing what was going to happen I now know. He offered me part of his sandwich, but I turned down. Again, he presented the bottle and pressured me take another drink. After he was finished eating, he instructed the others to cover for him as he and I walked towards an unfinished ground floor unit.

The windows were not in the front room of the apartment yet. So he led me in deeper down a dark hallway that led to the back bedroom. This room had the window installed and the plastic wrap that it came in was laid out nicely on the cool concrete floor. He stepped up to me and put the bottle to my lips yet again. I resisted slightly before he started tipping it back and I opened my mouth. A really large amount entered me and I struggled to swallow it all. He took one also and finished off the small bottle and then commanded,

"Take you shorts off," as he pulled his tee-shirt over his head. I did as he said and watched as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. Slipping out of them, he stood nude before me only in his white socks. I admired his well build body and noticed that where the sun hadn't baked his body his skin was lighter in tone. His cock was starting to get hard when he grabbed his pants and pulled a tube out of his pocket.

"Get down on the plastic on the floor," he told me as I walked over to it. He was right on my heels and I knew somehow, I wasn't going to be giving him a blowjob today. I got really nervous for some reason as my instincts kicked in. I turned and tried to move away from him, but he grabbed me and held me tightly.

"Hey, relax my friend. I won't hurt you," he cooed to me as he squeezed me up and forced me on the cold ground. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise. They always do afterwards," he said as I laid there looking up at his fast-swelling cock swinging around as he squeezed the tube and squirted something on to his fingers. I later learned it was Vaseline for chapped lips.

He got on his knees and then maneuvered behind me. Reaching around my upper body, he put me in a semi chock hold and began applying the Vaseline to my butthole.

"Relax," he cooed to me again in my ear as he ran his finger up inside my asshole. "Today I make you into a man."

He then maneuvered me onto on my stomach. I was fucking scared out of my mind and trembled. I didn't want to run because for some reason I knew I wanted this. So, I submitted and worked with him as much as I could. Also, as the booze ran thru my veins, my fears slowly eased. He crawled atop my back and his warmth felt so gratifying. I could feel his hairy chest and belly against my smooth back. Putting me in a choke hold again, he pulled me on my side and moved his cock up between my butt cheeks. When he put his cock head up against my asshole I freaked out. I tried to pull away but he held me tightly. Over and over, I cried out, but that didn't stop his assault. He pushed hard and slowly forced his cock head inside me. When it finally breached my resistance, I yelled out uncontrollable in pain. He put his free hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as he continued to force more into my body. When the wide part of his shaft entered me, I grasped for breath and froze.

"Yeah, that feels good doesn't it," he whispered in my ear as he stopped to let me get used to his thickness. It felt like a fucking tree log was being forced in me as he held me tightly. I cried out loudly and begged him to go slow thru his clinched fingers against my mouth. He did stop for a moment sounding pissed off at my continued complaining.

"You want me to stop," he asked in an angry voice? "You gotta want this or else I walk away. I never force anyone to take my cock. They always want it."

"No, don't stop" was my response. "I want to make you happy. It just hurts," I moaned.

"It always hurts the first time. You'll get used to it," he said as he peeled off one of his damp dirty socks and stuffed it in my mouth. The now familiar smell of his feet entered my nostrils and I took a deep breath as he started his attach again. If only he knew each night as I jerked off, I laid the sock I stole from his truck over my noise. The scent soothed me and I was able to control my breathing better.

It took a while for him to loosen me up but once he did, he increased his thrusting. When he didn't hear me complaining anymore, only grunting on his forward movement, he removed his arm from my neck. He then slowly laid me on my belly. He paused long enough to roll up his jeans and stuff them under my crotch. With my ass propped up, I was at a better angle and didn't hurt as much. I didn't complain at all now. In fact, I started pushing back against his thrusting.

"Yeah, see, I told you so," he grunted in my ear as he fucked my ass. "This is what guys like you want," he uttered as he breathed heavy in my ear. I slowly started getting into it as he repeated over and over in my ear, "Fuck you're tight." It wasn't long before I felt him tense up and start shooting his load inside me. The cum that filled my bowels felt soothing on my abused asshole. It was helping put out the fire as it oozed from me.

When it was over, I could barely walk. I couldn't believe I shot my own load without touching myself. He boosted with confidence as he pulled his underwear on that I'd be back for more. The emotions and deep-seated ache I felt within me, reassured me I wouldn't.

"You enjoyed yourself didn't you," he asked as he adjusted his junk in his shorts?

"Yeah, but I never knew we could do something like that together," I confessed as I handed him back his sock." So, was that was fucking I take it," I asked?

"Oh yeah, that was fucking," he laughed with confidence. "It will get easier each time we do this. You'll get lots of practice if you keep coming back. My juice in you will make you grow lots of chest hair," he joked as he reached out and rubbed my barren chest.

"Next time will be easier I promise. After that, we'll fuck all the time," he told me as he pulled on his pants and wiped away the wad of sperm, I shot on them. "Your pussy will crave my cock, I promise you" he said as he hugged me tightly and patted my ass.

I had to walk my bike all the way home that day. When I walked past the truckers, it seemed like they knew what happened to me. With my head down and walking like I was on egg shells; it was obvious if you thought about it. Especially when one yelled, "Yeah, someone popped his cherry."

When I got home, I immediately went to the bathroom. I was scared to take a dump but I knew I had to. Clear liquid dribbled out of me as I strained. When I grabbed the toilet paper to dry myself, I prayed there wouldn't be any blood. Thank God my prayers were answered. I showered and washed my asshole super clean. It hurt to touch it and I still couldn't believe he was able to get his thick cock inside me. That and the fact he'd dumped his balls inside me. But honestly, I felt a sense of accomplishment at the same time. I didn't leave the house after that and just laid on my bed for hours. The pride I felt when I got home from sucking his cock the first time was gone now. Now I was worried I'd went too far.

Besides the soreness I felt, I worried my mom would find out somehow. Maybe she could tell that I was acting funny, walking strangely. What if he came to my house and demanded more, I worried as I bit my nails? My mom was off from work the next day and I tried my best to act normal. I still had a deep ache in my bowels and wondered if he'd hurt me somehow. I didn't go out and just sat in my room listening to music most of the day. Over and over, I replayed what we had did together. As the day wore on, my cock began to stiffen at those thoughts. The shock was wearing off and now the reality set in. Slowly, ever so slowly I felt pride in the fact I was no longer really a virgin. Now I thought I knew more about sex than any other guy in my class. Especially sex with a grown man. Sunday, the discomfort I felt was almost gone and I began to beat my meat to this new experience.

Of course, as luck would have it, I overheard my mom talking on the phone with one of her girlfriends. Apparently, they were talking about someone they knew had gotten pregnant. I can still hear my mom say, "That's what you get when you let a man put his dick in you. There's always a baby afterwards."

I got so scared he might have impregnated me. I really did. I mean I was a stupid kid who never had any sex talk with my dad or a leacher from my mom on safe sex.

I stayed away from Hector for over a week. But just like he said, I began to crave being with him again. Honestly, my butt hole itched to be spread open again. I mean I was still scared we'd made a baby together, but I just couldn't help myself. I talked myself in and out of going there a thousand times before I gave in. When I showed up, no one seemed surprised. I did as before and arrived just as lunch started. I sat beside him again and he put his arm around my shoulders as they all ate together. There was a bottle of booze being pasted around and I joined in with them. He seemed proud of me and I liked that feeling. I again followed him to the same area a little later but I confronted him as we took our cloths off.

"I'm worried we might make a baby together," I shyly said to him as he removed his underwear. "I heard my mom talking that when you lay with a man you end up pregnant," I confessed.

I saw him smile and almost snicker before he caught himself. When he regained his composure, he stepped to me and cupped my chin in his dirty hand. "I won't make a baby in you I promise," he softly said to me as he looked me deeply in my eyes. "I've got a big ass load in my nuts because you haven't been around. Don't be gone from me so long next time."

He plied with me with the cinnamon liquor again that calmed my nerves. I let him back inside me still worried he'd impregnate me. But I just couldn't resist him. This time I wasn't as scared and it felt way more enjoyable to me. He took his time and slowly made love to me. The feeling of his scruffy groin hair tight against my butt cheeks was mind blowing this time. I was able to relax more and enjoy the moment. When he popped his load, it leaked out of me like crazy before he removed his limp cock. He ended up teaching me all about sex and how I could never get a baby from a dude. When I heard his exaltation, I felt stupid as hell.

That was the beginning of us fucking two or three times a week till I had to go back to school in the fall. I rarely sucked his cock after we started anal. He was all about getting pussy off me as he put it. He taught me everything about how to be a good bottom. He shared me about ten times with that guy who had stood outside the truck and watched us. For something I'd only started recently, I learned to excel at it quickly. My mom saw a change in me also. She was proud that I started acting more like a man and less like a child. To this day, when I smell cinnamon, I think of him.

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