Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:16:58 -0500 (EST)
From: Clark Building <clarkbldg@earthlink.net>
Subject: JD and the Delivery

Just to recap from last time, JD the large strong Corvette junkman, had in
the form of horseplay moved toward me and made hip thrusting fuck motions
causing me to retreat and all present had laughed at his aggressive and
overt sexual taunt.  But my eyes had met his and they said to me,

"I want your cute little ass, so if you want my dick, you know where I'll
be."

My eyes had said to him, "Maybe I do."

I was pretty certain he had the idea that I understood his offer and would
consider it.  It was not something we could discuss with all my straight
friends there, so I would have to return by myself in secret.  It was that
need for secrecy and my fear of him that delayed my reaction. I changed my
mind several times before my sexual drive and perverse curiosity brought me
back about two weeks later.  I actually sat in my car for awhile, waiting
for other customers to leave and getting up my courage to go in.  I knew
that after about 4:00 PM there were few customers, so when my watch said
4:15 PM, I went inside and took a seat on the old couch in JD's office.
There was a little bell on the outer door that would tell him when someone
came in, but I knew how to keep it quiet by putting my hand on it with my
fingers holding the clapper from striking the bell.  I didn't want him to
know I was in his office.  I heard him clanking around in the back
somewhere, moving some parts.  I just waited for him to return.

His office was a large room walled off from the entrance area where there
was a counter where most transactions were done.  Part of the counter
lifted up so a person could go under it and around a corner then through a
doorway into the office. That doorway was always open. There was a second
doorway into the office down a dark hallway, but that door was always
locked.  The office itself was part living room, part storage area, and
part business office with a small oak desk.  The living room part contained
a couch with coffee table in front of it and two large overstuffed arm
chairs.  His desk was facing the couch area so he could sit at his desk and
talk to guests seated on the couch or in the arm chairs.  The walls on each
side were lined with shelves where he kept smaller and more valuable parts.
All the big stuff was in the warehouse area to the rear or outside in the
secured yard which was at least an acre in size.  He had a mechanic who
came in for a few hours in the morning to disassemble wrecked cars or to
pull specific parts that had been ordered.  In the afternoons, JD was there
by himself.  I knew his routine, so I just waited.

I knew he would come back to his office and watch television when he
finished clearing the area where his mechanic placed removed parts.  As I
waited there, I realized that the lights were off, which was normal, but he
might be startled at seeing me there in the dim light.  His reaction might
be anger or even violence if he failed to recognize me right away.  I
thought he might even have a gun handy.  Just in case, I got up and turned
on the light.  Before I could sit down again, he was there, the light in
the open doorway had caught his eye.

"Oh, it's you," he stammered, not seeming very surprised.

"Hi, JD, how you doin'?" I asked.

"I'm OK, Kid," he smiled, "I'm OK."

I sat on the couch, looking a little nervous, I'm sure.  He took a seat
behind his desk.

"Nice to see you.  Where's your buddies?"  he asked.

"Not sure, haven't seen them today," I replied.

He just smiled at me for awhile, thinking, I presumed.  I just smiled back
dumbly, waiting for his move that I knew was coming.  He started to say
something, stopped, started again, asking,

"What's on your mind?"  I hesitated, not sure what to say, but slowly and
in a low voice, I said,

"I think you invited me to come back by myself.  You wanted me alone.  I am
here now.  Did I understand?  Do you want me to stay?"

He smiled big and long, looked around the room, and said,

"You want a beer?"

He was halfway to the fridge before I could say "yes."  He handed me a can
of Coors and left the room for about 15 seconds.  I heard him lock the
outer door and saw him take the phone off the hook.  When he came back, he
got himself a beer from the fridge, then he sat at the other end of the
couch.

"What's the deal with you and those other guys you come in here with?" he
wanted to know.

"Just friends. That's all," I said.

"No monkey business?" he asked.  "No," I replied.  We drank a few sips
before he asked,

"You wanna be my girlfriend - - You want my cock?"  I laughed at his
directness and, being a touch coy, said,

"Maybe."

We drank more, just looking each other in the eyes.

"Be right back, " he said.

He went down a hallway to the bathroom.  After the toilet flushed, I could
hear him at the sink for a long time, washing up, bushing his teeth.  When
he came back, he was not wearing anything but boxer shorts and flipflops on
his feet.  The dirty floor made going barefoot unthinkable, at least to me.
He sat near the middle of the couch and said,

"Come `ere."

I scooted over on the couch to him and he unbuttoned my shirt, pulled the
shirttail out of my pants and removed the shirt, then had me raise my arms
and pulled my undershirt off over my head.

"Standup," he commanded and I stood before him.

He ran his hands over my flat stomach and up around my chest, his fingers
lingering on my nipples which were instantly erect as was my modest but
very stiff little prick.  I was wearing tennis shorts and canvas shoes.
The latter remained on, but my shorts came down and off in an instant with
my undies.  I was stark naked except for the shoes and he ran his big hands
from my ankles to my midback, with prolonged squeezing of my firm little
ass.  My stiff little cock was pointed at his face, but he ignored it
completely, finally taking an old couch pillow and having me kneel on it
between his legs.  He had me so aroused that I was literally dying to see
his cock.  There was no further delay.  I knelt before him and he pulled
down the elastic of his boxers, releasing his fully erect cock for my oral
services.  I was not the biggest that I had ever seen, but all the bigger
ones were in porn movies.  Of the real life cocks I ever saw, his was about
the largest, or at least the hardest.  It was really rigid and nicely
shaped.  The head was reasonably slender, not all mushroomed like some.
The cock was not fat in the middle like some, but uniformly tubular and
straight.  "Very nice, " I thought as I lowered my head and took the nice
man's pretty prick into my little mouth.  That he would become less nice
later in the afternoon, never occurred to me.  I found the length of his
cock very pleasant in that I could take a lot of it into my mouth and still
have enough left to jack off with my hand.  It seemed so natural and smooth
that I was surprised and disappointed when he stopped me and he got up off
the couch.  I had just assumed that I would get a nice mouthful of hot cum
and we would have another beer before I did it again.  Not so fast.  A good
suck was just a beginning for him.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Boy.  You ready for that?"

Not so much a question, as a Notice of What's Next.  I got scared.  It was
a big cock, bigger than I had ever taken before and it had been a long time
since I was fucked.  Still, I did go there of my own free will and knew
deep inside that he would do it to me and that there was no escape once I
got his blood boiling.

"Are you sure it will fit?" I asked pathetically.

"You can scream all you want, " he replied, "nobody will hear you."

I thought, "Oh, shit." But I was excited nevertheless.  I had forgotten how
bad the pain could be.  I hadn't noticed but he had brought back from the
bathroom a first aid kit which he left on his desk.  He now opened it and
took out a tube of burn ointment made mostly of Vaseline.  He pulled me to
my feet, led me to an overstuffed armchair.  Turning it around, he bent me
over the back of the chair and spread my legs.  My feet barely touched the
floor and my ass was just high enough for him to fuck me.  The burn
ointment was cold as he took a gob on his middle finger and worked it into
my tight little anus.  After several gobs were so applied, his big fingers
slid easily into my hole and I thought I was ready for him.  He greased his
pole and jacked it a few times to gain rigidity then began to push it
against my dainty little hole.  Push, push, push, I bore down as they say,
to open my rectum, push, push, push, I was beginning to feel the pain of
entry, my heart raced, I was breathing hard and whimpering girlishly.
Still he pushed, harder and harder, thrusting over and over.  Stop, more
lubricant.  Then again, thrusting hard, till finally as tears came to my
eyes, in popped the head through my anus and the real fucking began.  A
horrible fullness and incessant pain set into my ass and I couldn't seem to
catch my breath enough to cry out, so I just groaned with each inbound
stroke as he pumped into me, holding me by my hips so I couldn't slide
away.  The chair wanted to move away under his assault on my butt, but his
grip on me was strong.  When he got into a sustained rhythm, he finally
spoke,

"This what you wanted, Kid?  Is it good?  You're gonna have my baby,
Sweetheart."

I was too stressed to answer, but the pain was becoming more bearable with
each passing minute and I found myself wanting it to last longer, fearing
he would unload before I got to the enjoyable stage, assuming there was one
coming.  I barely felt my own orgasm, but I knew when I ejaculated and the
throbbing of my asshole was diminishing.  I sensed his release was near by
the increased frequency of his strokes and his heavy breathing.  I thought
also that his dick was larger or harder, but there was still enough pain
that I was unsure about that.  Sure enough, he went faster and faster and
made some grunting sounds as he pumped his jizz into my ass.  I didn't feel
it, but I could picture it in my mind, squirting up my colon.  Then
suddenly, it was over.  He went to the bathroom to wash his dick and he
brought me some paper towels to wipe my ass.  I was bloody and sore.  I
went in the bathroom and used wet paper towels on my asshole until finally
the bleeding stopped.  I got dressed.  He said,

"Come back anytime; I will give you a good deal on Vett parts," then he
laughed and rubbed the top of my head with a big hand.  I said,

"Thank you," and went out the door wondering why I was thanking him.  Same
reason I went back for more, I guess.