Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2001 18:46:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean S <seabear36@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Too Far" (M/t oral anal true)

The following story contains scenes of explicit sex between an adult male
and a teenaged boy.  The story is true, from my own life, so if you're
offended work it out in therapy or something.  Your comments, reactions,
whatever are welcome at seabear36@yahoo.com

"Too Far"
by Seabear

When I was 16, I had a summer job doing yard cleanup
and weeding at a steel plant in Seattle.  I pretty
much knew I was gay by then.  I'd jerked off a lot
with a friend from the time we were ten until we were
15 or so, and I'd had a hell of a crush on another boy
in middle school.  After two years of flirting and
testing each other, I finally had sex with him and
then he never called me again.

My only experiences since then were showing off to
men at the urinals - not waving it in their face, but
keeping it out of my pants for a few moments after I
was done peeing so they could look at it.  I sort of
liked having men look at me that way.

There was a locker room in a small building near the
main rolling mill that was empty unless it was time
for shift change.  I used to go in there to one of the
toilet stalls every once in a while to jack off.  I
was usually thinking about one of the other boys that
I worked with on yard clean-up, Ryan - he was a year
or two younger than I and cuter than hell.

One day, we'd been working along the fence line behind
the scrap heap.  The sun coming off the metal was
intense, so we took our shirts off.  Ryan's chest was
driving me crazy.  We were weeding, and I kept myself
behind him watching his back and shoulders move under
the sun and his ass moving beneath his jeans.  We had
lunch in our usual spot alongside the Ship Canal,
shirts off and enjoying the breeze.  I sat close to
him and our arms and shoulders kept touching.  About
half an hour after we got back to work, I couldn't
stand it anymore and excused myself to "take a dump."

I headed into the locker room.  No one was in there,
and no one would be for another two hours or so.  I
went into the showers and looked around.  I was
feeling a little naughty and horny, so I pulled out my
cock and started beating off in there.  I imagined
taking a shower with the boy, washing his back and
then kneeling in front of him and taking his cock into
my mouth.

The front door to the locker room opened and I quickly
jammed my cock back in my pants.  I waited a second,
wondering what the hell to do.  It's a bit odd to be
in the shower room and not be taking a shower...  One
of the men that worked at the plant, the guy that
operated the big magnetic scrap crane, walked past the
shower entrance and saw me.

"What the hell you doing in there?" he asked, a slight
smile on his lips.
He was about my dad's age, late thirties, and had the
long Bob Seger-style haircut and beard that was
popular with blue collar types at the time (early
80's).  I muttered something about looking for a mop
for the janitor, but I could tell he didn't buy it.
He opened his locker and started unbuttoning his
shirt.  He was taller than I, solidly built but not
fat or husky at all.

He was in shape from hard work, not from working out
in a gym.  I came out of the showers just as he pulled
off his shirt.  My heart started pounding. His chest
was hairy, with firm pecs and a flat stomach that
disappeared into his jeans.  His shoulders and upper
arms were hairless and smooth, but his lower arms were
hairy and powerful.  I'd never looked at a man's chest
before, never really saw the power and strength and
control a well-shaped hairy chest exudes.

"Leaving early?" I asked, pausing.  I knew if I could
hesitate just a few more seconds I'd see him in his
boxers.  Or even naked.

He nodded, resting one hand on the wall as he untied
one boot then the other.  "I'm going fishing this
afternoon.  Too nice a day to waste working."

I nodded as he pulled off his socks and threw them in
the bottom of his locker.  He glanced at me a second,
grinned, and then started undoing his belt buckled.
"You like fishing, kid?"

"Yes," I said.  I could hear my own voice, high and
tight.  My mouth was dry.  He turned away from me as
he slid off his jeans and boxers in one shot.  I
stared at his ass, shockingly white under the broad
and tanned back.  He threw his pants in the locker,
grabbed his towel and soap and turned around.  I
stared at his cock, so much bigger than mine and the
other's I'd seen so close.  It was thick, heavy
looking, cut and surrounded by a thick patch of hair.

"You ought to come with me sometime, " he said.  I
looked at his face, and he winked at me and headed
into the showers.  And I thought I was horny before...

I headed into a toilet stall, latched the door shut
and had my pants around my ankles in a second flat.  I
sat for a moment, wondering if I really should be
jerking off with someone so close but at 16 you answer
when the cock calls.  I started jerking off, trying to
keep quiet and listening to make sure the shower was
still going.   I closed my eyes and thought about
the man I'd just seen.

"If you pull it much harder, it might come off," I
heard him say. I opened my eyes and saw him looking
over the door.  I'd been going for a few minutes, but
the water was still running.  He'd snuck up on me.
"Open the door," he said, his voice heavy and low.

I did.

He stepped in to the stall and stood in front of me.
He closed the door behind him turned to face me.  His
cock was semi-hard, still pointing down but getting
thicker and fatter as I watched.  It was inches from
my face.  I looked up at his face, and he smiled and
put one hand on the back of my head and pulled it
toward him.  I let him, and kissed the head of his
penis.  It was still wet from the shower, and he
smelled of man and Ivory and shampoo.
His wet hand caressed the back of my head, his fingers
running through my hair.  I opened my mouth and
brought the hardening cock in.  It tasted perfect.  He
grew and swelled as I sucked on him, moving my lips
back and forth across his thick shaft and letting my
tongue explore the ridges and folds.  When it was
hard, I pulled my lips off it and looked at it, at the
ramrod straight shaft under a large, round head.

He told me to stand up.  I did, and he kneeled in
front of me.  He licked my belly, nuzzled his face
against my nuts, and then took my cock into his
mouth.  It was incredible.  The sounds he made seemed
loud, obscene slurping and gulping noises.  I worried
about someone hearing us but then I didn't give a
damn.  He reached one hand up between my thighs, up
higher until it cupped my ass from between my legs.
He worked his thumb closer to my asshole until he was
drawing tight circles around it.  He moved his hand so
his index finger was poking around the edges of it.

I closed down.  I remembered getting fucked by David,
my middle school crush, and that had hurt bad at
first.  David had been my size, though.  He was too
big.  There's no way.

"Relax, baby," he said between licks on my cockshaft,
"open up."   He spit on his finger and started to
massage around the hole more.  I'd never been massaged
like that.  My ass responded on it's own.  I beared
down on his finger, and with a jolting pop it entered
me.  I heard him moan a little, and I yelped in
surprise.  He started moving his finger in and out as
he sucked my cock.  His breathing through his nose got
louder and faster.

Suddenly, he pulled out his finger in a sudden move
and my ass felt empty. He stood up, told me to wait
and left the stall.  He brought back a bottle
of hand lotion from his locker.  "Turn around," he
said.

I shook my head.  He just grabbed my shoulders and
spun me around.  He pulled me close to him.  I felt
his cock jabbing me in the back, around my kidneys,
and felt those powerful arms wrap around my chest and
pull me close. I could feel the hair on my shoulder
blades. He kissed the back of my neck, nibbled on my
ears, kissed my cheeks as his fingers played around
the outside of my asshole and between my legs.  He
lowered both of us down.

I let him bend me forward, over the toilet seat.  I
put my hands on the pipes behind the tankless toilet
and spread my legs.

My mind didn't want this to happen.  I knew he'd rip
me apart if he tried to put that monster in me.  But I
couldn't stop.  I'd gone too far to turn back.  I
heard him squirt the lotion into his and and I turned
to watch him lube his cock.  He ran lubed fingers up
and around my ass.  "It'll fit, baby," he said,
noticing my fearful gaze. "It'll hurt, but it'll fit."

He scooted forward, putting his left hand on my
shoulder and using his right to guide the monster
toward my hole.  "No," I said.  He didn't believe it
either.

He pressed it against my ass, and I clamped down to
keep him out.  "Relax, baby, it'll feel good I
promise."  I tried, but I couldn't.  He tried to
pull me toward him with the hand on my shoulder, but I
resisted.  He leaned forward, began kissing my back
and neck and ears while massaging my asshole with his
finger.  It popped in easily.  I could feel myself
loosen. He pulled the finger out and in one sharp jab
slammed the head of his cock past the sphincter.  I
yelped, tried to move away from him but both his hands
held my hips firmly in place.  He started slowly
rocking back and forth, moving his massive cock just a
half inch deeper each time.

The pain was excruciating.  I was being stretched too
far.  I wondered if it would ever go back to being
closed again.  I asked him to stop, pleaded with
him to let up on the assault.  He ignored me, telling
me "Just a few more and I'll be there" or "It'll get
better, I promise."   I realized that he was going to
go until he came.  I wasn't going to stop.  And I
didn't want him to stop.  I wanted this. I wanted to
know that I'd brought him off.  I wanted him to desire
me the next time he saw me.  I wanted to drive him
crazy, just like David had driven me crazy.

I screwed my eyes tight, took a deep breath, and
impaled myself all the way on to him.  I just pounded
my ass back, taking him all in in one quick move.
He moaned, his fingernails digging in to my flanks.
"Jesus, boy," he said, " didn't expect that."

He slowly pulled his cock out. It hurt when he pulled
the head out slowly, but as soon as it was out my ass
felt empty and cold.  He put more lube on his cock and
began to slide it back in.  It was easier.  Still a
little painful, but as he started fucking me I began
feeling part of what I'd only glimpsed at with David.
The huge shaft and thick head were pressing down on
my prostate.  My whole groin was tingling.  I felt
like I had to shit and pee at the same time from all
the pressure, but soon I adapted or something
and all I felt was the white hot friction around my
opening, the amazing whole body tingle a good prostate
massage gives you, and the incredible feeling of this
huge piston working my young ass.  I grabbed my cock
and started jerking off as he nailed me.

I began grunting with each stroke, a deep grunt I'd
never made before that was coming from someplace in my
chest.  He put his hand over my mouth to keep me
quiet, but I couldn't stop.  His thrusts got deeper
and slower.  My legs began to buckle with convulsions
as an orgasm started deep inside me. I started
spraying the toilet bowl with watery semen and then
the shockwave hit.  I started pumping what seemed like
gallons of come onto the floor as he started pounding
me violently, jamming me forward until me head was
almost hitting the pipes.  My orgasm kept coming, my
ass tightening and milking the invader.

He gave a tremendous thrust, jamming me against the
toilet and wall, his fingernails digging deep enough
to draw blood.  I could feel the waves of come moving
down his shaft as he unloaded into me.  I felt liquid
dribbling out of my ass and dripping onto my balls.
He jammed into me a couple more times, deeply, trying
to bury his entire body deep inside me.

He stopped, breathing heavy, then slowly pulled his
cock out of my ass.  I quickly got up on the toilet as
come and lube drained out of me.  He looked at me.  He
squeezed one last drop of come out of his cock onto
his index finger and wiped it against my mouth.  I
licked my lips and looked up at him.

"Yeah, I'll have to take you fishing sometime."

He walked out.  I did see him again, but that's
another story.

I'd been gone almost an hour by the time I got back.
Ryan looked at me strangely for a moment. "Must have
been a hell of a poop," he said, grinning.

I smiled back and didn't say anything.


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