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Although this story occurred while I was a minor, we shall assume I was 19 years old. Please enjoy!
I changed my shirt about a dozen times that night. The red? The blue? Does it even matter? I was so scared that he would look at me and be disappointed. I had spent about six months talking to this big, burly guy, Barry, online and tonight we were going to meet. I didn't look at all like the skinny hairless twinks in porn, and I looked nothing like those beefy men. I was thin, but had a bouncy Hispanic bubble butt, which I hated at the time. I had some hair on my chest, but barely. My stomach was flat and hard, but my thighs were thick-ish even though I weighed 160 lbs at 6'0. In retrospect, my body looked great. (I'm stockier now.) Barry was 39 and burly. He was a landscaper who left his wife and k**s after realizing his exclusive preference for men. I told him that I had been with other men, but that was only half-true because I always chickened out before anal sex.
Repeating my my pep talk all the way to the restaurant: "It's just dinner, nothing more" was the only way i could convince myself that anal sex was not on the menu. When I got to the restaurant, I saw the photo I had stared at so much come to life. He was 6'2 with saphire eyes that lit up the dank and dark restaurant. His dirty blonde goatee was scruffier than his photo, but I liked it that way. But, what drew in me more was his muscular yet chubby build. I know now that the term is stocky, but, at the time, I was drawn into this inexplicable feature. "Matthew?" he said.
"Y-yeah, that's me," I said stuttering like a fool. He stood up and gave me a great big hug. I felt warm, confused, and hyper aware to his touch, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I slowly hugged him back. Noticing my nervousness, Barry asked "are you okay? We don't have to do this if you don't want to." I interjected quickly and said "NO! I was just... almost in a car accident. That's all, so I was a bit shaken up." I lied. "I'm really glad to be here, Barry." That was true. To comfort me, he rubbed his big calloused hands up and down my arms and said "That can be scary. I'm glad you made it safely."
We sat down and had a great discussion about future goals, past relationships, and new experiences. We had been at the restaurant for over an hour, so I was beginning to wonder whether I should go home or if Barry had any other plans. "So... what's next?" I asked shyly. Barry smiled and with a laugh said "Let's try something new!"
With a blush and a bite of my lip, I agreed. Barry called over the waiter. "We'd like 6 shots of Tequila, please." The waiter looked at me and then looked at Barry. Before the waiter could get out a word, Barry added "They're for me." The waiter left and returned with limes, tequila shots, and salt on a plate. I had never had a drink in my life, and Barry, in all his wisdom, gave me tequila as my first alcoholic drink.
It tasted awful. Maybe, it was the sting of tequila or the fact that it was my first drink, but I drank all three shots only because I didn't want to disappoint Barry. With my face cringing from the taste, Barry smiled and said "I bet you can't take a fourth." Preparing to accept the challenge I said, "oh, really?" "Yeah." After a pause and a semi-tipsy pout, I reached for the last shot and gulped it without a chaser or salt."Gahhh! That. was. awful!" We both started laughing. He left the cash on the table, and walked me to his truck. Shyly he asked me if I wanted to stay in and watch some movies with him at his house. I felt a bit unbalanced from my first buzz, so I agreed only if he could drive me there. He grinned underneath that scruffy goatee and opened the passenger side truck door. Once I hopped in, I could smell his scent all over the car a musky aftershave with a hint of cigar. I was aching, but I didn't know for what yet.
The heavy truck door slammed behind him and he sat behind the wheel very still. I turned my eyes to him, and that's when it happened. He moved in so quickly that his rough hands were holding my head. His scruffy goatee against my lips and chin. His lips were wrapping around mine as I moaned. I felt pressure in my jeans as I was growing harder and harder just because of how amazing he felt against me, how amazing he tasted, and how amazing his hands felt as they grabbed my hair. Slowly, he pulled away. I was still gasping. He smirked because he had plans for me.
When he opened the door to his apartment, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me some more. I started moaning, and he responded by grabbing my throat and stifling my moans with his lips. He picked me up and kept kissing me until I was thrown on his bed. The world was very unbalanced, but I knew what I wanted. Barry did too. My shirt was off and my belt undone before I could realize it. He was kissing my stomach as he yanked my jeans to my ankles. I was turned over and felt a slap against my bouncy hispanic ass. "Mmmmm, do you like this babyboy?"
I had never heard a man speak to me that way, but all I could say was "Yes..." He kissed my back and my waist. "Mmmm, does my babyboy want more kissing or some biting?" He quickly bit my meaty ass and slapped the other cheek with those rough hands. "Oh, Barry!" I cried. "No, babyboy. You call me daddy tonight." I was so tipsy that I said "Daddy, bite me."
Barry went wild. He kept me bent over and bit my cheeks, licked my hole, and spanked me. I moaned and squirmed to his touch. I moved off of the bed and got to my knees. That's when I was finally able to see his attraction to me. A nice 8 inch cock with medium width. I could tell that he trimmed that day. "Daddy, feed me." He put his hand on the back of my head as I moved my mouth towards his middle-aged sweaty balls. I kissed them, licked them, sucked them. I started kissing around his balls, so that I could lick just behind his balls. "Mmm, Daddy you taste so good here." He smirked and ordered "Open your mouth, boy."
I looked him right in the eyes and opened wide. I had taken cocks in my mouth before, but I had never had someone fuck my face the way Barry did. I felt him growing and knew what that meant. But, he stopped and threw me back on the bed. "Stay on all fours, boy." For some reason, I did as ordered. He turned on a flat screen television playing a woman being gangbanged. "Babyboy, I want you to imagine you're a little slut like the woman in that video." It was strange for me. Especially, because it was my first time, but I agreed by crying out to my Daddy. Barry grabbed some lube and rubbed it all over his rod. He opened my ass and put one lube-covered finger in me. "Mmmm... still tight I see." He put two fingers in me and whispered "Babyboy, do you want more?" The pain was stinging, but I did not want to disappoint Barry. "More, Daddy! More!" That's when he slipped three fingers inside me, and I felt like I was being ripped open. I moaned louder, but to control myself from stopping I just repeated the words "More, Daddy! More!" His fingers were twisting and turning in me as I watched some curvy woman take on 5 cocks at once in the porno Barry put on for us.
Barry put me on my back, kissed me on the lips, and placed my legs over his shoulders. His hairy chest and gut were so close to me. He leaned in and slowly dove into my wet hole. "Unghhhh!" He groaned like he was lifting weights. I, filled with pain and Barry's rod, stayed quiet. It hurt so much that I couldn't make a sound. He worked his hips in circles, so his rod could loosen my hole for the main event. "Boy, do you want daddy's cock in you?" Before I could say anything, he dove deeper and raised his voice "Answer me, boy!" "Yes! Yes! I need it daddy. Please..."
That's when Barry slammed his balls against my ass. I felt like I had been stabbed in the gut, but at the same time I felt better than I ever had in my entire life. Barry was pounding on my ass, shoving his large cock in and out of my newly opened hole as I remained vulnerable with my legs over his shoulders. He turned me over, forcefully. I was on my stomach and he got on top of me from behind. I felt his weight and gut against my back as he came closer to my ass. This time, he did not dive in slowly. He raced into me. Barry grabbed my hips and put all of his weight on me as he fucked my tiny hole. My cock was rubbing against the sheets as he fucked me. As I was moaning, Barry leaned in and kissed my neck. "Mmm... I'm gonna cum in your ass, boy." I'm not sure if it was the sheets rubbing against my cock or everything together, but I moaned and shot my load as Barry kept hammering into my hole. Barry must've felt my ass clench as I came because he grunted louder and started fucking me harder. "I'm cumming, boy."
I felt him grow a bit and felt his warm load inside. After I cleaned up, he drove me back to my car and gave me a kiss. I only met up with Barry a couple of more times after that night because he eventually got back with his ex-wife, but I'll always remember him not just because he was my first but because he was good. Very good.
I changed my shirt about a dozen times that night. The red? The blue? Does it even matter? I was so scared that he would look at me and be disappointed. I had spent about six months talking to this big, burly guy, Barry, online and tonight we were going to meet. I didn't look at all like the skinny hairless twinks in porn, and I looked nothing like those beefy men. I was thin, but had a bouncy Hispanic bubble butt, which I hated at the time. I had some hair on my chest, but barely. My stomach was flat and hard, but my thighs were thick-ish even though I weighed 160 lbs at 6'0. In retrospect, my body looked great. (I'm stockier now.) Barry was 39 and burly. He was a landscaper who left his wife and k**s after realizing his exclusive preference for men. I told him that I had been with other men, but that was only half-true because I always chickened out before anal sex.
Repeating my my pep talk all the way to the restaurant: "It's just dinner, nothing more" was the only way i could convince myself that anal sex was not on the menu. When I got to the restaurant, I saw the photo I had stared at so much come to life. He was 6'2 with saphire eyes that lit up the dank and dark restaurant. His dirty blonde goatee was scruffier than his photo, but I liked it that way. But, what drew in me more was his muscular yet chubby build. I know now that the term is stocky, but, at the time, I was drawn into this inexplicable feature. "Matthew?" he said.
"Y-yeah, that's me," I said stuttering like a fool. He stood up and gave me a great big hug. I felt warm, confused, and hyper aware to his touch, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I slowly hugged him back. Noticing my nervousness, Barry asked "are you okay? We don't have to do this if you don't want to." I interjected quickly and said "NO! I was just... almost in a car accident. That's all, so I was a bit shaken up." I lied. "I'm really glad to be here, Barry." That was true. To comfort me, he rubbed his big calloused hands up and down my arms and said "That can be scary. I'm glad you made it safely."
We sat down and had a great discussion about future goals, past relationships, and new experiences. We had been at the restaurant for over an hour, so I was beginning to wonder whether I should go home or if Barry had any other plans. "So... what's next?" I asked shyly. Barry smiled and with a laugh said "Let's try something new!"
With a blush and a bite of my lip, I agreed. Barry called over the waiter. "We'd like 6 shots of Tequila, please." The waiter looked at me and then looked at Barry. Before the waiter could get out a word, Barry added "They're for me." The waiter left and returned with limes, tequila shots, and salt on a plate. I had never had a drink in my life, and Barry, in all his wisdom, gave me tequila as my first alcoholic drink.
It tasted awful. Maybe, it was the sting of tequila or the fact that it was my first drink, but I drank all three shots only because I didn't want to disappoint Barry. With my face cringing from the taste, Barry smiled and said "I bet you can't take a fourth." Preparing to accept the challenge I said, "oh, really?" "Yeah." After a pause and a semi-tipsy pout, I reached for the last shot and gulped it without a chaser or salt."Gahhh! That. was. awful!" We both started laughing. He left the cash on the table, and walked me to his truck. Shyly he asked me if I wanted to stay in and watch some movies with him at his house. I felt a bit unbalanced from my first buzz, so I agreed only if he could drive me there. He grinned underneath that scruffy goatee and opened the passenger side truck door. Once I hopped in, I could smell his scent all over the car a musky aftershave with a hint of cigar. I was aching, but I didn't know for what yet.
The heavy truck door slammed behind him and he sat behind the wheel very still. I turned my eyes to him, and that's when it happened. He moved in so quickly that his rough hands were holding my head. His scruffy goatee against my lips and chin. His lips were wrapping around mine as I moaned. I felt pressure in my jeans as I was growing harder and harder just because of how amazing he felt against me, how amazing he tasted, and how amazing his hands felt as they grabbed my hair. Slowly, he pulled away. I was still gasping. He smirked because he had plans for me.
When he opened the door to his apartment, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me some more. I started moaning, and he responded by grabbing my throat and stifling my moans with his lips. He picked me up and kept kissing me until I was thrown on his bed. The world was very unbalanced, but I knew what I wanted. Barry did too. My shirt was off and my belt undone before I could realize it. He was kissing my stomach as he yanked my jeans to my ankles. I was turned over and felt a slap against my bouncy hispanic ass. "Mmmmm, do you like this babyboy?"
I had never heard a man speak to me that way, but all I could say was "Yes..." He kissed my back and my waist. "Mmmm, does my babyboy want more kissing or some biting?" He quickly bit my meaty ass and slapped the other cheek with those rough hands. "Oh, Barry!" I cried. "No, babyboy. You call me daddy tonight." I was so tipsy that I said "Daddy, bite me."
Barry went wild. He kept me bent over and bit my cheeks, licked my hole, and spanked me. I moaned and squirmed to his touch. I moved off of the bed and got to my knees. That's when I was finally able to see his attraction to me. A nice 8 inch cock with medium width. I could tell that he trimmed that day. "Daddy, feed me." He put his hand on the back of my head as I moved my mouth towards his middle-aged sweaty balls. I kissed them, licked them, sucked them. I started kissing around his balls, so that I could lick just behind his balls. "Mmm, Daddy you taste so good here." He smirked and ordered "Open your mouth, boy."
I looked him right in the eyes and opened wide. I had taken cocks in my mouth before, but I had never had someone fuck my face the way Barry did. I felt him growing and knew what that meant. But, he stopped and threw me back on the bed. "Stay on all fours, boy." For some reason, I did as ordered. He turned on a flat screen television playing a woman being gangbanged. "Babyboy, I want you to imagine you're a little slut like the woman in that video." It was strange for me. Especially, because it was my first time, but I agreed by crying out to my Daddy. Barry grabbed some lube and rubbed it all over his rod. He opened my ass and put one lube-covered finger in me. "Mmmm... still tight I see." He put two fingers in me and whispered "Babyboy, do you want more?" The pain was stinging, but I did not want to disappoint Barry. "More, Daddy! More!" That's when he slipped three fingers inside me, and I felt like I was being ripped open. I moaned louder, but to control myself from stopping I just repeated the words "More, Daddy! More!" His fingers were twisting and turning in me as I watched some curvy woman take on 5 cocks at once in the porno Barry put on for us.
Barry put me on my back, kissed me on the lips, and placed my legs over his shoulders. His hairy chest and gut were so close to me. He leaned in and slowly dove into my wet hole. "Unghhhh!" He groaned like he was lifting weights. I, filled with pain and Barry's rod, stayed quiet. It hurt so much that I couldn't make a sound. He worked his hips in circles, so his rod could loosen my hole for the main event. "Boy, do you want daddy's cock in you?" Before I could say anything, he dove deeper and raised his voice "Answer me, boy!" "Yes! Yes! I need it daddy. Please..."
That's when Barry slammed his balls against my ass. I felt like I had been stabbed in the gut, but at the same time I felt better than I ever had in my entire life. Barry was pounding on my ass, shoving his large cock in and out of my newly opened hole as I remained vulnerable with my legs over his shoulders. He turned me over, forcefully. I was on my stomach and he got on top of me from behind. I felt his weight and gut against my back as he came closer to my ass. This time, he did not dive in slowly. He raced into me. Barry grabbed my hips and put all of his weight on me as he fucked my tiny hole. My cock was rubbing against the sheets as he fucked me. As I was moaning, Barry leaned in and kissed my neck. "Mmm... I'm gonna cum in your ass, boy." I'm not sure if it was the sheets rubbing against my cock or everything together, but I moaned and shot my load as Barry kept hammering into my hole. Barry must've felt my ass clench as I came because he grunted louder and started fucking me harder. "I'm cumming, boy."
I felt him grow a bit and felt his warm load inside. After I cleaned up, he drove me back to my car and gave me a kiss. I only met up with Barry a couple of more times after that night because he eventually got back with his ex-wife, but I'll always remember him not just because he was my first but because he was good. Very good.
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