Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2011 13:59:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Finger Fuck

This is a true story from long ago. If you like, drop me a line and let me
know.

My First Finger Fuck

Joel was in his early forties and well-built, dark hair, great body,
beautiful ass. All the girls in our youth group at church were in love with
him, and secretly so was I. Or at least, in lust. At 14 I knew a thing or
two about sex and had been lucky enough to get some by that age, but not
nearly enough. I guess I lusted after just about any guy I came across at
that age, but older guys really drove me wild. Especially when they looked
like Joel.

He was in a summer sabbatical program in our church – he and his wife,
both visiting our city for a few months on a break from their own youth
ministry work where they lived. I got the same feeling from Joel I had had
before from some other older guys, a look that lasted a little longer than
usual, a touch or an approach that made me suspect he might want more. But
it was always hard to gauge these things, and I was too timid to go out on
a limb.

We rode around in a van a lot in the youth group, to meetings, outdoor
activities, etc. Joel was the outgoing type, always diving headlong into
our activities and conversations, joking around. We were often packed into
that van like sardines. On one occasion, with so many of us in there we had
to "double up," and I found myself on Joel's lap. We laughed and joked
about it and how uncomfortable it would be, but secretly I wasn't at all
uncomfortable. As the ride wore on and Joel made conversation with everyone
else around us, I slid back a little against Joel. He let me. I could tell
right away that Joel's cock was rock hard, and he didn't seem to mind at
all that I was pressing-hard-against his boner with my ass. It didn't last
too long, after a few minutes several kids got dropped off and we could
spread out a little, but it was enough to give me fantasies for several
nights to come. I thought about Joel taking down his shorts and mine and
situating me over his hard cock, then watching as I sat down on his lap,
his erection slowly disappearing into my willing hole. I hoped I would at
least have another chance to enjoy the feel of his crotch against my ass.

I did get another chance, just not quite what I had imagined. Returning
from a softball game several miles away one night, we once again packed
ourselves into that van. I climbed in first to claim a seat, and sat
against the window in the very back. Once everyone else had piled in we
realized it was "double up" time again, and Joel as usual cracked jokes and
made the best of it. He leapt into back seat and stretched out over several
of us, joking that he would be comfortable that way. When some of the kids
playfully pushed him off he said fine, then sat back across my legs and
announced that since he had had to let me sit on his lap it was my turn to
let him sit on mine. I protested and told him it would be way too
uncomfortable and he was too heavy, but he just smiled and said we'd have
to make do. I was uncomfortable, but again, not so much I wanted to kick
him off me. We took off into the night, and many of the kids fell asleep in
the dark after a long day.

Joel tried to minimize his weight against me by sitting sideways over my
legs, his legs dangling off to my right and perched up against the van wall
on my left. He was wearing short athletic shorts and his bare skin against
mine made me hornier than hell. He also threw one arm around my neck and
laid the other on the seatback. He asked if I was comfortable and I said it
was OK, and we laughed. It got quieter in the van as kids nodded off. I
soon realized my biggest problem was trying to put my left arm somewhere,
with Joel taking up so much space in front of me. I tried to see if there
was some room down against the seat, then realized my hand was right
underneath Joel's ass. I moved it away quickly but Joel didn't move or say
anything, so I moved it back. Still no response. I began moving my hand,
feeling his hard muscular glutes behind the nylon in his shorts. Joel
remained exactly as he had been, looking forward towards the front of the
van. Even if he had given me a look I couldn't see it anyway, it was too
dark. His lack of a reaction made me bolder.

I moved my hand forward so that I was touching the underside of his thighs,
and began stroking his skin. I moved slowly upwards, and slipped a few
fingers underneath his shorts and crept up even further. I felt more and
more skin until I hit cotton, and realized Joel was wearing a jockstrap. He
still had made absolutely no move that indicated he was aware of what I was
doing, but as I reached deeper in to begin massaging the underside of his
balls through the jockstrap, he moved his legs slightly apart to give me
better access. The kids around us were mostly asleep or quiet, and between
the dark and our position in the very back no one could see what we were up
to. I was totally overcome with lust and a surge of adrenaline, thinking of
what I was doing in this very public setting. Like a thief who realizes
he's getting away with a robbery, the thrill made me flushed with
excitement.

After a few seconds of stroking Joel's balls I knew there was no way I
could maneuver the jockstrap off his cock. But I also knew there would be
less to work with further back, so I slid my hand against his hard,
muscular, sweaty backside, and took two fingers and slipped them underneath
the bit of cloth covering his asscrack. His ass wasn't at all hairy until I
began to approach the sweet spot I was looking for, and I felt the wiry
hairs growing thicker until my forefinger finally found its target. As I
began, gently at first, to massage Joel's manhole with my finger, I could
hear his breathing get heavier. He made no move, but his arm tightened a
bit around my neck and shoulder. I kept massaging his sphincter and felt it
open slightly more to welcome my probing. Then I pressed, gently, against
it. Joel's breath drew in tightly but he stayed still, looking straight
ahead. I pressed harder, and met resistance. His hole was dry and so was my
finger, but there was no going back now. I pressed harder still.

My finger began slowly falling upward into Joel's tight hole, and after a
few seconds he finally relaxed, giving my digit the opportunity to sink all
the way into his bowels. His anus was flaming hot and pulsated against my
finger, and the angle allowed me to press firmly against the hard nodule of
his prostate. I pushed against it harder and harder, massaging it while
Joel's entire body became rigid with pleasure. I cannot imagine how he
managed to stay so quiet but he did, although his breathing was heavier. He
tightened his arm around me even further as I continued to massage his
prostate and probe my finger deeper into his ass. After another minute of
this he gripped my neck hard and the walls of his sphincter tightened
firmly against my finger. I could feel his prostate pulsating. Then, he
relaxed, and my finger slipped out of his bunghole. I reached around in
curiosity and felt the crotch of his jockstrap, which was hot and sticky
with cum. I took my hand out of his shorts and we finished the journey in
silence.

I have no idea how Joel managed to get out of that van in his state. As
kids started to get dropped off he took the vacant seat next to me and left
his knapsack on his lap, so I guess that hid everything. I only saw him
once more before he left town, at a youth group function. He didn't say a
word, but he did give me a wink when he said goodbye. I hope he's enjoyed
the memory as much as I have of the time I finger-fucked the youth group
counselor in front of everyone.