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Generation Gap: Chapter Two
The white tile floor beneath my knees was cold and the towel in my hands was damp. A moment of silence passed between myself and the very large old man in front of me. I could feel the tension mount within myself as I anticipated what was to come next.
Bob held my eyes with his own as he took the towel from my hands. I lost my nerve and glanced down again, only to be confronted with the sight of his thickly veined semi-erect penis. I felt a hand ruffle through my hair and meekly gazed back up at the face of the man I was about to submit to.
Bob's voice broke through my transfixed state. "Let's get you up on this bench. I think you are ready for your first taste of a real man."
He grabbed me underneath my arms and lifted me from the floor as effortlessly as if I weighed nothing at all. He dropped my butt roughly on the bench and then shoved me backwards so that I was laying face up. I didn't know what to expect next, but I was very surprised when he then straddled my chest.
"Keep your face straight up and your pretty mouth open. Don't try to avoid this."
Without further warning, Bob began to lower his large muscled rear end onto my face. My mind was reeling with fear and confusion and I automatically began to turn my head (and more importantly my mouth) away from his descending rectum.
Bob felt the movement of my head and reacted quickly. His large open hand swung in a swift arc and connected squarely with my ball sac. The majority of the impact manifested in my testicles, but an involuntary grunt escaped my mouth as I saw stars fly behind my tightly closed eyelids. The lesson was clear: there would be truly negative consequences for any attempt to defy this man.
"I need a lot of stimulation to get this big old crank of mine past half mast son. If you have to close your eyes and pretend that you're making out with your prom date, you go on and do that. Nothing is going to stop this from happening now."
The suggestion didn't help me at all. I couldn't look away from his large wrinkled anus as it descended towards my now partially open mouth. It was impossible to pretend that his wide spread hairy crack was anything other than what it was. I felt the thick fur of his ass brush my cheek as the smell of him became apparent. The soap smell from his shower only thinly masked a deep musk that was emanating from his rectum.
Only a moment later, he lowered another inch and my lips were brushing against the very thing that I wanted desperately to avoid. With my arms pinned in place by his legs, any attempt to struggle was pointless. I was at the mercy of a man who could take what he wanted. What he wanted most from me now was an almost unspeakable oral service that I had never previously dreamed of.
With my face secured deeply within the crack of his ass, Bob reached behind him and pulled his considerable cheeks apart. My mouth was then subjected to the very unwanted feeling of his anus opening.
Bob addressed me again and sounded almost as if he were in heat. "You know what French kissing is, right? It's time for your very first French kiss with my man hole. Get your tongue in me now."
The abuse he had imparted on my testicles was still fresh in my mind. The sharpness of the pain had dulled, but a slow throbbing ache in my balls wouldn't let me forget. My open mouth slowly widened and I pushed the tip of my tongue forward. Bob responded by groaning deeply and dropping some more of his weight onto my upturned face. I tried to draw breathe through my nose and was rewarded with the musky stench I encountered before. The smell had doubled in potency when my tongue began to penetrate his anus.
Bob prompted me into a rhythm by slowly lifting a little weight off of my face and then lowering again. His ass would rise a bit and then descend as my tongue began to delve deeper. The heat of his opening was making my tongue hot. The taste in my mouth became even more intense. There was no mistaking that this man had recently taken a shit.
Time took on an unreal quality, but I was aware that seconds were becoming minutes. My jaw ached every time he would lower himself. The sounds of his pleasure became louder as I felt a cold wetness begin to pool on my chest: his cock was leaking large quantities of precum as a result of my deep oral effort.
Bob lifted himself off my face completely and swung his leg back over the bench. As I sat upright, he turned toward me and I was then confronted with his fully erect cock. Before I had even a moment to recover from my ordeal, I was presented with something that brought my nervous state to yet another heightened level.
End Of Chapter Two. Chapter Three will be written after I've had a chance to read some of the readers' feedback. Any and all comments are welcomed.