Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 08:29:09 -0400
From: jamieanderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: When I was Fifteen

When I was fifteen, I left school and joined the railway company as an
apprentice in the hope of becoming a telecommunications engineer. At that
time, back in the 1950s, apprentices were not allowed out onto the 'line'
until their sixteenth birthday. So, after a sheltered few months working
indoors, I started my career at the very bottom, with a six month spell
on a pole squad. This was the squad of men who constructed and maintained
the 'pole routes' or lines of telegraph poles that used to run alongside
the railway lines.

Now when you start at the bottom you discover that the men you meet and
work with are not exactly the brightest lights on the Christmas tree. Of
course in those far off days homophobia was the norm and everyone was
straight;  well, that's what we all pretended. Oh there was a good bit of
homoerotic interplay between the 'men' and the 'boys' but it was called
'horseplay'. Of course most of the men were married with children, but in
later years I wondered what exactly would have happened if I had reacted
positively to all the 'playful' advances.

This horseplay usually involved the 'lad' being grabbed from behind by
one of the men and 'humped'. This mock fuck was actually considered to be
fairly normal. Maybe I was a little too observant because I noticed that
sometimes the man was a little bit more enthusiastic than was really
necessary. However as this never took place in private, it did not
proceed beyond the 'fun' stage.

One fine spring day the entire squad had been sent out to do a job that
actually required only a couple of men. So we were dawdling and trying to
make the job last all day. Then an emergency arose and a van was sent out
to take us to a derailment that had brought down a pole. Naturally the
work in hand had to be finished first and, although it was not difficult,
it would take a couple of hours to complete. After a brief discussion it
was decided to leave a pair of us behind to finish it while the rest went
off to deal with the emergency. As I was the least useful person on the
squad I was one of those chosen to stay behind, and the other was a
fairly young guy called David. He had joined the company directly after
completing his compulsory military service. He was now in his mid
twenties and quite good looking in a blond and brawny sort of way. David
was one of the more intelligent ones and also one of those who was
'enthusiastic' in his horseplay.

Anyway, we were left alone and got on with the work. This I found to be
quite exciting as I was now getting to do tasks that I had previously
only been allowed to watch. By lunchtime we were more or less finished
and stopped to eat. Now you may have noticed some line-side huts as you
ride on the train. These contain a table, a couple of benches, a few
lockers for spare parts and are normally used by the gangs that maintain
the track. We were in one such hut to eat our lunch.

The usual lunchtime ruckus that ten or so men create was missing and I
was acutely aware that there were just the two of us present. The
occasional train roared past, but apart from that there was no other
human being for miles. Not a house was visible; the only road was a farm
track and just the featureless railway line stretched to the horizon in
either direction. The mood changed subtly over lunch as insidious sexual
overtones crept in to the conversation. We talked of this and that, he
told me a bit about his time in the army. He had been in some Middle
Eastern country, I can't remember which, but it had been as hot as hell,
and there were a lot of native boys, all of about my age, who figured
largely in his stories, if you follow my drift.

We were clearing up after the meal when he jumped me. It was just the
usual, grab from behind and the humping. Normally I would have wriggled
and squirmed until I broke free but this time I didn't really put my
heart into trying to get away from him. Then I noticed that the game had
changed slightly, he wasn't holding me firmly, and even more interesting,
he was getting a stiffy.

Now at this point I might as well confess to being considerably less than
a virgin at that time. For quite a while I had been mucking about with a
few of my pals and, during these little escapades, I had learned about
cock sucking and butt fucking. However all my experience up until that
point had been with other boys of my own age, who it should be noted,
were about my own size and strength. So if at any time things had got out
of hand, I would have had a fair chance of escaping. Now things were
quite a bit different; I was with a man who was much bigger and stronger
than I was. Should things start to go wrong I doubted if I would be able
to stop him. Added to that, shouting for help would be of little use as
there was no one within earshot.

But, as I said, he wasn't holding me tightly, and he was getting turned
on by what we were doing. So I just left things as they were. Then I
sensed that nothing else was going to happen, unless I gave him some
encouragement. In a strange way I found this reassuring, so I reached
round, slid my hand between us and ran it over his cock. This gave me my
first shock. Oh, I was quite used to the feel of a hardening cock, but
the ones that I had felt had belonged to other boys. Now I was feeling a
man's, and I found that the difference in size was quite startling. My
next surprise came from the fact that he didn't jump back or knock my
hand away; he just let me get on with it. Then I realised that it was
still growing and getting harder. It is strange how stark terror
amplifies sexual excitement. He let me play with it for some time, in
fact until it was fully erect. Then he gently moved my hand to one side
and fiddled about before replacing it.

Now I was holding his naked cock in my hand. It was, to my young mind,
huge. He had long since stopped the humping and I slowly turned round to
face him. God. It was massive and in its erect state the head was
protruding about halfway from his foreskin. Instinctively I began to jack
him off and that made him smile. He reached over and pushed the hut door
closed. As we hadn't bothered to take the shutters off the window it was
now quite dark in the hut. He made it twitch in my hand and the power of
it was startling. I was wondering just how far he would let me go when he
put his hands on my shoulders and pressed downwards. Only then did I
realise what he had in mind for me.

He continued pushing until I was on my knees and I held on to his cock as
I sank to the ground. Now it was level with my head and the distinctive
odour of a rampant male wafted round my face. Then one of his hands
touched the back of my head and encouraged me to move closer. The smell
of hot cock now filled my nostrils and began to excite me. His hand
pushed, again quite gently, and my lips touched the head of it. It was
very warm to my lips and its rubbery texture felt quite nice as he pushed
his hips ever so slightly forwards, pressing it harder against my lips

Part of my mind was convinced that I was mad, but the rest of me
desperately wanted to suck his cock, so I opened my lips and let him slip
in. Thoughtfully I kept my hand round the shaft, just in case he pushed
too much of it into my mouth and choked me, as its sheer size still
worried me. The instant it passed my lips he took over, running the head
of it back and forth through my lips, then after a moment, his hand
covered mine squeezing it gently and causing me to grip his foreskin as
he pushed forwards. This exposed the naked head of his prick to the
inside of my mouth.

"Now," he said, speaking for the first time since he had jumped me, "run
your tongue round the head of it."

I did as he instructed and he sighed happily. He then got me to use my
lips, gripping the head as he thrust it in and out of my mouth. As I
complied with each command I received compliments on my performance. This
continuous stream of praise worked, and I began to put more effort into
pleasing him. He was careful not to make me gag and I quickly got used to
its excessive size. Soon I was caressing his balls with my free hand and,
as I did so, I noticed how tightly they were pulled up against the base
of his shaft. From my previous experience of playing with male organs I
knew this to be a sign of an imminent orgasm, and I wondered how he would
play it. To my surprise he was quite honest and said, "If you keep doing
that for much longer I'm gonna shoot."

This gave me the chance to get it out of my mouth before he came. I
ignored his warning, as I had experienced someone shooting in my mouth
before. Now I discovered that with him you only got one chance to escape,
and if you didn't take it, you took the consequences instead. The hand on
my head now got a firm grip on my hair and his hips took over totally for
the few seconds that were required for him to reach his climax. I
remember him crying out in triumph as his cock bucked violently in my
mouth and filled it with the thick goo that was his seed.

I could do very little to get rid of the stuff which he kept blasting
into my face. Swallowing was all but impossible with a stiff cock
plunging in and out. Gradually his climax receded and the animalistic
thrusting became more controlled. The flow began to diminish and on one
of his backstrokes I managed to get some of his load over my throat. I
can remember being surprised that there wasn't more and it was only later
in life that I realised that teenage boys might not have big weapons, but
they can fire a man sized load. By the time I actually got round to
tasting it there were only the dregs left. However these I took my time
over and enjoyed the difference in flavour of a man's seed over that of a
boy's.

He let me keep his cock in my mouth for quite a while, until it was soft.
Then it did not seem to be such a threatening object. But in the end he
pulled me off and made me stand up again. As he started unbuttoning my
flies he said, "And now, my lad, I'll show you how to do it properly."

Within a few seconds he had me stripped totally naked except for my socks
and shoes. I was then pushed back until I was perched on the edge of the
table. He now stepped between my legs forcing them apart. I was a little
surprised by his next move, which was to wet his index finger. However
the reason for this was soon made apparent when he pressed it firmly
against my ring. He then knelt down between my legs and just before he
put my painfully rigid little cock in his mouth he gave me one stark
warning, "If you shoot in my mouth, I'll beat the living shit out of
you."

Then, before I could protest, two things happened simultaneously, my
excited member was sucked into the warm, wet and oh so soft depths of his
mouth as his finger expertly slid into me. The combination of both things
happening together completely overwhelmed me. Now although I had had my
cock in another guy's mouth before, it had been nothing like this.
Compared to him the others were alligators, all teeth. He was so skilled
that I don't think my prick even touched a single tooth. His tongue was
everywhere at once and it was like pushing my prick into a bucket of warm
worms. At the same time his finger was wriggling its way up inside me. I
had never been fingered before and the novel sensation was driving me
nuts.

I thought that I was coping manfully, but just when I was about to relax
and enjoy the euphoric feeling, his exploring finger found my prostate.
Until that moment in time I had been unaware that I even had such an
organ. None of the little peckers that had penetrated me had really
reached that far. But now his finger had, and even worse, it knew exactly
what to do when it got there. I suddenly realised that unless something
drastic happened, like an earthquake, I was going to shoot my load at any
second. I yelled at him to stop but he didn't seem to hear me. I
desperately tried to get free, but he had me pinned to the table. I could
neither get his head off my cock nor could I get his finger out my butt.
I could feel panic rising, if I didn't stop myself shooting he would half
kill me for doing it in his mouth, but if he kept on doing what he was
doing, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. In sheer desperation I tried
thinking about other things, anything, just to get my mind away from
shooting my wad. But of course it was useless so, in the end, I gave up
and stopped fighting, just letting him take me over the edge and into the
most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

He did not react as I thought he would. I was expecting him to get really
mad when I came. But instead he greedily sucked my balls dry apparently
enjoying every second of it. When he finally released me I saw he was
smiling, "I really had you going there, didn't I?"

"But you said that I wasn't to..." I said, petering out in confusion.

"It's called 'rape', making you shoot when you don't want to. I like it
when a boy gets a bit desperate," he replied.

"You only did it to frighten me?"

"Yeah and I scared the living daylights out of you. You've got a nice
tight butt. You'd make a nice fuck," he said, conversationally.

Remembering the size, and especially the girth, of his member I said,
"You'd kill me if you tried to get that cock of yours into me."

"Nah, we would have to work on you a bit, but you could manage to take me
without too much bother. Now get your clothes back on before someone
catches you naked."

With that he opened the door and left me to get dressed. We quickly
finished the last of the job and packed up our stuff. Then he climbed a
pole taking the portable phone with him and asked the control room to get
us some transport. They told us to walk down the line for about a mile
where we would find a signal and to wait there. We arrived at the
appointed spot and after about twenty minutes a slow goods train steamed
up and stopped for us. We got on the footplate and rode home in style.

I was in shock for days afterwards and just about turned my cock into raw
hamburger meat from jacking off so much while thinking about it. For his
part he played it cool for a while, then, every time he got me alone he
would bug me about going round to his place and letting him fuck me. When
the railway company had first started it had been forced to buy a lot of
real estate for stations and goods yards as well as running lines. In
some cases they had bought an entire tenement building and pulled down
one section to run a railway line through. The other parts had been left
standing and, over the years, as the existing tenants moved out they were
replaced by railway personnel. By the 1950s these were seen as what we
call today 'starter homes' for young couples. Dave, although single, had
managed to wrangle himself one of those. It was good, cheap
accommodation, provided you didn't mind the noise of the trains, and his
was located not too far from where I lived.

He applied the pressure on me in carefully calculated doses. Getting me
alone and letting me feel his cock harden in my hand. Telling me how good
it would feel when he got it inside me. Reminding me of how much I had
enjoyed it the last time and pointing out how much more fun we could have
alone in a bed together. As a good, clean living, healthy, upstanding,
young teenager I held out for about a week or so, then gave in and agreed
to go round his place one evening.

Having told my folks that I was going to the cinema with some friends I
set off to his place. I took great care to make sure that no one saw me
enter his tenement and I slunk up the stairs to his door unnoticed. He
ushered me in and took me into the room that served as both kitchen and
sitting room. Much to my surprise the place was very neat and tidy.
Although the furniture was far from new it was all serviceable. He helped
me off with my jacket, and went on to remove every stitch of clothing
that I wore. He held great store in keeping teenage boys naked.

Once exposed, the part of my anatomy that attracted his attention was my
butt. He began fingering me and I found it rather pleasant; well, he was
good at it. But then he wanted to kiss me and that had never happened
before. Oh yes, I had been kissed, usually by elderly female relatives,
but it wasn't that sort of kissing that he had in mind. He wanted to see
just how far he could get his tongue down my throat. At first I was dead
against the idea, but his vastly superior strength and skill in the art
of kissing quite quickly overcame my objections and, in the end, I found
that I quite liked tongue wrestling with him.

Now while this little contest of wills had been going on I had been
distracted totally from the inroads his finger was making to the other
end of me. By the time I came up for air I discovered that there was, not
one finger inside me, but two. About here we parted long enough for him
to undress himself. We next retired to the bedroom and ended up on a
double bed. I was a bit perplexed when we landed in a head to toe
position however I soon discovered that this was conducive for mutual
cocksucking.

Things were going nicely when I noticed that his lips were moving from my
cock to my balls and soon my little nuts were in his mouth. When he had
tired of them he proceeded backwards and before I could stop him he had
forced my buns apart and his lips were on my ring. Despite my most
earnest protests he began to penetrate me with his tongue. About here I
started to notice a pattern. He would do something that I had never even
thought of, found disgusting, and I would object. He would totally ignore
my objections and overwhelm any attempts I made to stop him. But I would
always end up loving every second of it. It was a strange, but efficient,
way of learning.

So we lay together with his cock in my mouth and his tongue in my butt.
At one point I thought he was trying to lick the end of his own cock by
going right through me. Then the fingering started again and he began to
use a lubricant, which felt very cold at first. When I took his cock out
of my mouth to ask how many fingers he was using, he told me to mind my
own business and get on with sucking his cock. By now I was completely
used to the size of the thing and I was slowly experimenting to see how
much of it I could swallow. It was a good job he wasn't playing with my
cock otherwise I would have shot my bolt in the first few minutes. Of
course I was trying to make him come, and thus avoid being fucked. But I
noticed that his balls were not in the 'scrunched up and ready to fire'
position, no matter how hard I tried. I was slowly beginning to
appreciate how well he could control his own body and just how little
control I had over mine.

Finally he announced that my butt was ready to be fucked. His manhood was
forcibly pulled from my mouth and lubricated by him. Then he amazed me by
ordering me to stand up. When I was upright he went behind me and kicked
my legs apart. Next he placed his hands under my armpits and lifted me
until my feet were well clear of the ground. Now I was told to pull my
buns apart. He then lowered me onto his cock. I felt it slide between my
buns and, it didn't half feel big. I had to wriggle around a bit until he
was spot on target. When he was there I told him I was ready and he
slowly lowered me onto his rampant manhood.

God, the helpless feeling of being held in the air and skewered slowly on
a hard cock is difficult to describe. The main thought running through my
mind at the time was; oh shit I have no way of stopping this. Without any
haste he slid me down onto his cock, and I followed his instructions to
relax as my ring was spread ever wider to accommodate his girth as he
entered me. Again I could feel the panic rising inside me and I begged
him to stop. But he ignored my pleas and said, "I spent long enough
working on your butt, you can take me if you really try."

I realised, all too late, that he had been deliberately modifying my body
so that I could give him more pleasure. I was no more than a plaything to
him, something to be used to satisfy his sexual urges. But this was not
helping me in my predicament and I tried to wriggle free. This earned me
a sharp rebuke, "Stop squirming or I might just drop you," he snapped.

The implication was crystal clear. If I resisted he would just let
gravity take over and I would be instantly impaled on his prick. The
thought of that massive shaft being rammed straight up me soon put a stop
to my attempts to avoid my fate. All the while he kept up his slow
penetration and I was getting really desperate when the head of his cock
began to run over my prostate. The whole game began to change at that
point. A wild rush of sexual enjoyment surged up from my innards and I
felt myself start to relax properly, he must have sensed it too, because
he said, "That's right, just go with the flow. I'm the one who's running
your butt now."

My God, he was right, he was totally in control. I could hardly think
straight from all the conflicting emotions. He of course stayed cool,
just slowly lowering me to the floor and every so often making his cock
twitch inside me to remind me who was boss. Then just before I reached my
absolute limit I felt the carpet brush the tips of my toes and I have
never found a touch as welcome as that. Standing on my very tiptoes, now
only being balanced by him, we paused just short of him being in me up to
the hilt.

Now if you are a female ballet dancer you can stand on your toes for
ages. However if you are a sixteen-year-old boy, with no ballet training,
your endurance is much more limited. He patiently stood, helping me
balance until I tired and slowly came off my toes, thus giving me the job
of impaling myself fully on his weapon. He sighed contentedly as the last
inch of him slid up me, while I just whimpered my defeat.

We held that position for a few moments and it let me get used to his
manhood being inside me. Again he twitched it and giggled when I reacted
by wincing. Then he carefully sat us down on the bed. On the back of his
bedroom door there was a full length mirror and in it I could see our
reflection. It looked as if I was just sitting innocently on his lap.
There was no visible sign of the fact his cock was firmly embedded in me.

"You're nice and tight," he confided in me, "I like that. All the native
boys of your age were as slack as hell. Fucking them was like throwing a
sausage up a railway tunnel. The only way you could get a tight one was
to go for the really young ones, and I don't like them as much."

While this was very reassuring, I began to wonder how long it would be
before he had me as slack as one of his native boys. Then he informed me
that I was going to be fucked face-to-face. I never got a chance to
question the mechanics of this before he started to move and after that I
was more concerned about my own safety, than the intricacies of the
various sexual positions.

Almost immediately I found that he was lying down while I was still
sitting on his cock. I was then instructed to turn myself round, pivoting
on his prick. This was fairly easy to do but I could feel his cock moving
my guts around and it was a really strange sensation. Once I had
completed that manoeuvre he pulled me down on top of him and kissed me.
Then we rolled over until he was on top. My legs were now placed on his
shoulders and I was declared to be in a satisfactory position to be
fucked.

He pushed himself up and supported himself on his arms. From this
position he looked down at me and grinned. Then he moved his hands and
got a firm grip of my hips, locking me securely beneath him. Still
grinning he pulled back his hips and, to my great relief, withdrew his
manhood from my guts. "How does that feel?" he asked, leaving only the
bulbous head within me.

As he had backed out, the shaft and then head of his cock had in turn
been squeezed erotically over my now rather sensitive prostate. That,
coupled with the easing of the massive sense of urgency in my bowels, had
been fantastic and I could only grunt, "Oh God, yes!"

"Then you'll just love this bit," he said, as he shoved his length back
up me.

Instinctively I tried to break away from him and only then did I notice
how well he had me restrained. There was no way that I could escape. If I
tried to move up the bed, the headboard stopped me. Of course moving down
the bed was out of the question as that only drove me back onto his
weapon. Sideways movement was restricted by his grip on my hips and his
great weight pinned me to the bed.

He paused in his thrusting to watch my pitiful struggles. Then he grinned
at me and twitched his cock deep inside my guts. "Oh, you can squirm
around as much as you like now. Go on. Try to get away. It makes fucking
you that much more fun," he said, giving me a thrust with his hips to
encourage my efforts.

Again the panic rose in me and I tried everything, including beating on
his chest with my fists. But everything I did either made him laugh or
just earned me an extra hard thrust. Then suddenly his face was closer to
mine, our lips met and he began deep kissing me. Once more he was in both
ends of my body at once. After a few moments he started to control my
breathing too. Gradually I felt my sanity slipping from my grasp as he
took over more and more of my body. His manhood was now sliding
effortlessly in and out of me like the piston rod of a steam locomotive.
I had stopped trying to escape; just staying alive seemed to be my
current goal.

Then things began to speed up and get more frantic. I felt a hand wrap
round the shaft of my cock and begin to manipulate it. As I was already
teetering on the edge it took little further effort on his part to force
my orgasm. As I sprayed my load between our two heaving bodies, he began
filling me with his thick seed. I could feel every jolt of his cock as it
rammed his load deep into my guts. He kept on thrusting long after he had
stopped shooting and, when he finished, we were both covered in my load
and our sweat. God, I could even feel something running down the back of
my butt. I realised that it must be some of what he had just pumped into
me. Inside my guts his cock was now wilting. No longer an awesome, raging
monster demanding a victim. Now it was sated but my bum had been
sacrificed to appease it.

I knew that he had quite ruthlessly used me for his own perverted ends.
Although my pleasure had been considered, his needs had always come
first. Strangely enough I did not resent this situation; in fact I found
it stimulating. Here was a good looking, very masculine, young man who
found me to be sexually arousing. He actually desired my body. In its own
way it was quite a compliment to be fucked by the likes of him. On
reflection I now realise that he had fucked more than just my body, he
had fucked my mind as well.

We gradually disentangled our bodies, but I kept him inside me for as
long as I could. Then we lay together, not talking, just holding each
other for a while. It was still far too early for me to return home if my
story of visiting the cinema was to be believed, so we went to his tiny
bathroom to clean up. He had a hand shower attachment that fitted over
the taps and we showered each other under it. When I sat on the toilet,
to get rid of his load, he mocked me saying, "You're as bad as a girl.
Are you frightened that I might have got you pregnant?"

This embarrassed the fuck out of me and I went red all over. After that
we retired back to the bedroom. He allowed himself the luxury of a
dressing gown, but I was kept naked. Yup, he definitely had a thing about
keeping us boys naked. I suppose that it gave him a feeling of dominance.
As we lay on the bed, with the occasional train passing outside the
window, he told me about his time in the army. It appears that he only
discovered that he preferred guys when he was shipped abroad. He said
that out there they were very careful what their women got up to, but
they didn't give a shit what the boys did. Although it was all done on a
strictly financial basis, it sounded like almost every boy could be had
for a reasonable price. If his tales were true, the amount of money
available was the only thing that limited what could be done with the
boys.

Anyway, after his experiences in the army, he no longer fancied spending
his money taking out girls on the off chance of a fuck. He had developed
a taste for teenage boys who, according to him, were much more compliant
in bed, didn't want to marry him, and couldn't get pregnant. As he spoke
he let me play with his cock and soon I had it out of his dressing gown.
It was the first time that I really had a good look at it. Up till now I
had been completely obsessed with its size. Given the fact that it was
much larger than the cock of a teenage boy, this was understandable. But
now I could appreciate its other attributes.

He had plenty of foreskin, which was fun to play with. Even in its
flaccid state it had a considerable girth, and I enjoyed just holding it.
The head of it was quite bulbous and much larger than the shaft. So, it
was difficult to get the thing into you; when it was in, you could feel
the large head as it moved around inside you. His balls were also larger
than a teenager's and felt quite heavy when I cupped them in my hand. He
also had a lot more hair than I was used to. No pert little triangle of
pubic hair crowned his manhood. There was a dense mat of blond pubes all
round his crotch and it spread in a thin line up to his navel. His thighs
were also quite hairy, as well as being delightfully muscular. Although I
had been fondling his cock for some time it remained quite limp and I in
no way felt threatened by it. Then he said, "If you want to be fucked
again you had better get me hard."

As his hand went to my head, pushing it in the direction of his groin, I
was left in little doubt of how exactly I was to help him become erect
again. I got the soft head of it in my mouth and he kept on pushing. More
and more of the shaft entered and the head travelled further back in my
mouth. I was quite stunned when it slipped over my throat without making
me gag too much. From that point he just kept on pushing until I had my
nose buried in his blond bush and his balls were touching my chin. Good
God. I had his entire manhood in my face.

Of course at this point his cock was in its flaccid state; but his iron
will slowly began to fade, and with it his manhood began to stiffen. At
first I had been able to breathe, but as the organ grew in my throat,
both in length and girth, my air supply became restricted. It was an
oddly erotic feeling as I could actually sense the blood being pumped
into it as it grew. Fortunately I was a keen swimmer and quite used to
holding my breath for prolonged periods so I could keep my cool as the
thing worked its way further down my throat. He pulled back quite slowly
and once more I could draw breath. He allowed me just enough time to
change the air in my lungs before he pushed it back in.

So, over the next twenty minutes, I learned how to deep throat a man
without gagging too much. I was beginning to wonder if he was actually
going to go all the way in my throat and pump his load directly into my
belly without allowing me even to taste it, when he pulled it out
completely. He gave me a few moments to get my breathing back to normal
then I was ordered to get on to my hands and knees as I was about to be
taken 'doggy' style.

This was another first for me and I was soon in position. He insisted on
me keeping my head down as this pushed my butt up in the air and left it
in a better position for him to fuck. I got a half-hearted fingering as
he greased me up, then I felt the head push hard against my back door and
my ring was again stretched wide to allow its passage. Once it was inside
the rest of the organ was inserted without too much difficulty. As ever
his big hands gripped my hips as he pulled me back onto him. With me in
this rather humiliating position, he began pounding my butt. He was using
long, slow strokes which were designed to prolong his pleasure rather
than induce an orgasm. As he proceeded, I got used to the sensation of my
guts being shoved around to accommodate his manhood.

"This time I want you to keep it in you for as long as you can. I want to
think of you having my load swimming around inside you all night," he
informed me, as he fucked me.

His approach to his climax was gradual and I was beginning to think that
my ordeal would never end, but then I detected him speeding up slightly.
I twitched my butt and that appeared to encourage him. A few moments
later I found I was doing everything in my power to make him achieve his
orgasm. He grabbed my cock and quickly brought me to the boil. As I
sprayed my load onto his bed his cock began its now familiar bucking and
jerking in my guts as he injected his seed into my heaving guts.

I slowly collapsed onto the bed, getting my own load smeared all over my
belly. He lay on top of me for quite a time as his breathing gradually
returned to normal. He told me that I was a good fuck and he really liked
the way I tightened up on his cock when I came. Then he repeated his
warning that this time I had to keep it all inside me. After we had
cleaned up for the second time I discovered that I should now be on my
way home or I would be too late. So I dressed and left quickly. Walking
home with my butt full of another man's cum was not easy. It felt really
uncomfortable all the way. For some reason that I cannot explain, I did
as he asked and kept it in me all night. It felt strange knowing that his
sperm were actually alive and inside me. I was very thankful that I was a
boy and he couldn't knock me up.

The next morning, when I got to work, he got me alone and quizzed me.
When I confessed to having done as he asked, it pleased him as he
realised that he had a hold over me and I would obey him even when he
wasn't there to observe me. Subjugating his sexual partner was the name
of the game as far as he was concerned. I think that is why he chose only
teenaged boys. Although our bodies had made the subtle change from child
to man, our minds hadn't quite completed the journey. Thus we still had
the child's instinctive impulse to obey adults and this is what he
exploited to the full.

I have often questioned exactly why I did not immediately try to break
free from his influence and I have discovered a number of reasons. The
first of these was fear, but not in the sense that he might seriously
harm me. It was more the sort of fear that you get on a rollercoaster. In
your heart of hearts you know that you are not in any life threatening
danger but you like the thrill. Then there was the educational side, he
was teaching me a lot about sex. Under his tutelage I learned to deep
throat a guy and I became very proficient at sucking cock. He also took
me through quite a range of sexual positions. There was also the thrill
of doing something that was totally forbidden, and that gives all
teenagers a kick. So although I could quite easily have got free of him,
I didn't.

My usual summer routine was to spend most Sundays in the large open air
swimming pool in the next town. That summer I spent only Sunday mornings
at the pool, the afternoons were used to visit his place where he would
make full use of my body. As we spent every weekday together he found
ways of getting me alone and then I usually ended up on my knees before
him with his cock in my throat. Actually he also taught me my job, making
sure I knew the theory and practice. Since he was the only man who seemed
to be willing to give his time to teaching, he naturally got more time
alone with me.

But the day came when I had to move on and learn the other parts of my
job so I was moved from the pole squad and assigned to other work. We
parted quite slowly, drifting away from each other. Occasionally he would
manage to get me on my own and have a quick session, but I was returning
to boys my own age as partners and he was looking for new playmates. That
is the main problem with chicken hawks; their partners swiftly grow too
old for them. But I never really resented my time with Dave, and if I
could do it again, I most certainly would.

The End