Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 10:34:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: "I could not have been more shocked"

He had really grown up from the high school jock I remember busting my
cherry. That had been nearly 20 years ago. The mere sight of him entering
my modern day world brought back all the raw quivering  emotion of our
exploits like it was yesterday.

Doug had been my first man fuck. He was a glowing icon of a football and
baseball jock in high-school. Even in our junior year he was stacked with
a muscular build, had a bushy mustache and long brown hair iconic of the
hot ass rocker look of the 1980's. One day while we were sparking up a
joint at his place after school one thing let to another and his cock was
jack hammering away at my virginity.

Our first mash in the sheets was follow by many exploits throughout our
junior and senior year in high school. His parents were divorced and he
lived with his dad who worked most of the time. The sex was always
raunchy, hard and eventually became reciprocal.  He loved to just pull it
out and go straight for the hard fuck. Other times he'd beg me bitch
fuck his stink hole just the same and breed him silly.

Graduation came and I soon moved out of state for college and that was
the last I had seen or heard of him. When I returned I tried tracking him
down but came up empty. Nobody seemed to know where he went. At a party a
few years later I ran into some mutual friends from high school and they
said he was in the Marines. Someone else said he was in married now and
living in San Diego.

Back to the present, I work as a project manager for a large homebuilder
in northern California. I have been married myself and am currently
divorced. Being in my line of work, openly gay men don't get very far.
So, I get my jollies and fantasies along the way. I have been seeing a
gal named Lisa who is good in bed and we are pretty good friends. It
hasn't been a "relationship" but more of a casual convenience sex
thing that's open to other pursuits.

Every other Friday the job superintendents from our various worksites
around town come into the main office where I live my life, for a
round-table all-projects meeting in the conference room. Being the
closeted homo that I am, I  always look forward to the meetings because
it's when the dozen or so of the hottest construction guys I have ever
seen come in from the field and smell up the cramped conference room with
their sweaty dirty musk from a hard day in the sun.

I had been preparing for the last hour to get all my handouts for the
guys copied and stapled for the latest Friday round-table. Like always I
was looking forward to the gathering of rough hard young men in my midst.
I have my favorite few and we are all friends for the most part. Most all
of them are straight as it gets. Getting groovy on one of them could cost
me everything so I haven't really gone there in my 11 years with the
company. Well, almost.

I finally made my way down the hall and took my usual place at the head
of the 10' conference table with my back to the door. A couple of the
guys were already there and were bragging about the party they had been
to over the weekend. It was the usual "picked up some hot chicks and had
great pussy" stuff. I played along and gave them a congratulatory high
five.  More the guys were filtering into the room, finishing up cell
phone conversations. It was then that I heard it behind me.

Our head superintendent Tony Franconi was introducing someone to one of
the other guys, "This is Doug McMurray, my new framing super." I froze
as the name wafted into the already musky, stuffy, sexually charged air
of the conference room. Then I heard his voice, "Nice to meet
you,..." It was cutting through me as it had back in my youth. My
heart was racing as they made their way around me to the side of the
conference table. Tony laid his rough Italian hand on my shoulder saying,
"Shane, I want you to meet my new framing guy".

Before Doug and I caught eyes I stood up and pre-loaded my best poker
face. I turned to him and just about died on the spot from a mixture of
raw fear, nervous emotion, and shock. His face turned to a slight blush
and he got what seemed like an equally caught look in his eyes. The
moment seemed to last way too long we instinctively shook hands as if we
had never met. Finally, Tony who is a master at perception said, "You to
guys know each other already?" Doug and I both looked away from each
other and seemed to stumble for an answer. I finally blubbed out, "Uh,
yeah. We went to High School together ."

Doug smiled nervously and slapped me on the shoulder. "Long time no see
man," he offered with a guarded smile. My palm was dripping with sweat
as I finished shaking his other hand. "Yeah it has been a long time." I
finally mustered. "Congratulations on the  job." I then turned to Tony
and said with the straightest face I could, "You need to get Doug here
on the company baseball team. He swings the bat like you have never
seen." I sat back down as Doug and Tony worked their way to the back of
the room and found a seat at the other end of the conference table. What
the fuck did I just say?

I was in complete a freeze. He had really grown up from the high school
jock I remember busting my cherry. That had been nearly 20 years ago. The
mere sight of him entering my modern day world brought back all the raw
quivering  emotion of our exploits like it was yesterday.  He was far
more masculine and exuded more raw machismo than I ever remembered. There
was something new though, the way he carried himself, a different look in
his eyes, a new maturity perhaps.

He stood an even six feet tall with the same pronounced V-shaped torso he
always had. He was always so fucking perfectly proportional without
having to work out much. I always hated him for that. His overall shape
was bigger and beefier than in his youth. His muscular arms were tanned
and hairy and his bubble butt was framed nicely in a pair of loose
fitting tan camo army pants. Doug now sported a butchy short hairdo, a
nice tight squared off goatee and had a yesterday shadow going. Damn. He
has grown into a real man and...Damn!

Like a bell ringing in my sleep, someone said. "So Shane, we gonna get
this meeting started any time soon?"  I came to and we got the meeting
underway. I did my best to try and act natural as I could, not wanting to
give away to the group the swirling nervousness that was racing in my
heart. I really don't know what I was saying. I was in a worry fest
spiral. "Is he still into dudes?" "Was he married still?" "Would he
out me?" "What was going to happen now?" "Is he going to call me at
my desk and want phone sex?" All of it over and over, reeling as I did
my best to move the meeting along and get it over with.

Throughout the meeting I glanced toward Doug occasionally trying to gauge
him. He mostly keep his eyes down on his papers and the once or twice I
caught his eyes he looked away. Once we locked eyes and lingered for a
moment and he smiled briefly before leaning in and asking Tony a
question. Tony had caught our exchange a couple of times and gave me a
funny look so and I didn't want to press it.

See, Tony is a whole nuther story. He and I have had a few teasing
moments over the years when we were drunk at parties but had never gone
anywhere with it. Tony was the top superintendent with the company. This
Italian tough guy with the macho image he has built himself on could
never betray his masculinity by getting down with another guy. Although I
know he probably would if he weren't married and if the situation were
right. Lets just say there has always been a slight buzz between us that
over the years we have come to accept. Nothing much more though.

Finally the meeting was over. As the guys began to filter out Tony and
Doug stopped by me on the way out. "You got one of your business cards
for Doug, he'll need to get a hold of you once he gets settled in the
job trailer. He'll need to get copies of all our building plans and
whatnot." By now I had settled down a bit and dug my wallet out to grab
a card. As I handed it to him I finally looked into his deep dark eyes
and said, "My office and cell number are on there. Don't be afraid to
call me if you need anything:"

He finally cracked a warm but straight dude smile and slapped me on the
shoulder again. He was close enough I could feel his body heat radiating
onto me and smell his deep scent. Seeming at ease he said, "It's good
to see you again man. We will have to get together over a beer and catch
up". Feeling a gush of electricity and excitement I replied as flatly as
I could. "You've got my number, call me when you have time". Tony
finally interjected, "Come on Doug I gotta get you over to HR so we can
get your paperwork started. With that they left. I promptly took my stack
of papers to my office, dumped them on my desk and headed for the
bathroom to jack off.

I had gotten home and was spent. My brain was going overtime seeing Doug
again after almost 20 years. He had aged well and at 36, I looked myself
in the mirror and wondered how I looked to him. I am still in good shape.
Working around the construction guys for so long, I had come to look just
like one of them even though I drive a desk. I am 5'-10 and about 190
lbs. I am not overly muscular, but well proportioned. I have very dark
hair and keep a shortly trimmed mustache and goatee.  In a pool of wild
thoughts and perhaps some self doubt I wondered what it was going to be
like having Doug around the office now. What would it lead to?

I did what I do best when I am in such a quandary. I pulled my special
box from the coffee table and twisted up a fat joint, grabbed a Samuel
Adams and kicked back on my couch to blow it off. I sank into a nice
sweet buzz and watched an old episode of Miami Vice on TV for a while
when my cell phone rang. I jumped up and raced to see who it was, hoping
it might be Doug. It was all coming back to me, the hero worship, the
wanting, and the doting. It was Tony from work.

I picked up and said hello. "Shane sorry to bug ya at home but I wanted
to talk to you about my new guy Doug for a minute," he replied. "It
seems like you guys know each other and I wanted to get some feedback on
him." Flummoxed, I replied, "Dude I was just copping a buzz over here.
Why are you calling me about work?" Tony laughed, "Uh huh, stoner. You
bombing the big green huh?" I sighed, "Well what do you want to know? I
haven't seen him since high-school so I don't know how much I can tell
ya".

Tony replied, "I'm sorry to bug ya man. But I am putting a lot of
responsibility on him and if he turns out to be a flake then I am gonna
look bad with the boss you know. " He went on, "I just picked up
something between you two today at the meeting and wanted to make sure it
wasn't something  that I needed to know about. I mean he is a straight
shooter isn't he?" Ha! If Tony only knew. I almost laughed out loud. I
finally told him, "Look we used to hang out way back then, but we went
our separate ways after that. I'm sure he will be great for you," I
replied. "Look you hired him and you know people far better than I do.
If you liked him than I am sure he'll work out".

I could tell Tony was after something more, but I sure as hell wasn't
going to give it up. Tony finally gave in, "All right man, don't get
too high over there. You know one of these days you're gonna have to
invite me over and smoke me up." I envisioned that fantasy for a minute
and replied, "Yeah but you'll have to clean up first". He laughed out
loud. "Fuck you man! I'll see ya at work on Monday." He said and then
hung up.

So the night went by. Saturday went by and Sunday came. I kept busy
around the house with yard work and other loose ends I had put off till
the weekend. Lisa had called and wanted to come by, but I told her I was
busy.  I wanted to be alone with my thoughts about Doug. I had pulled out
my old yearbooks and looked at his pictures, marveling over what a man he
had grown into. It is amazing looking back at us at 17 and 18 - how
boyish we both looked. At the time we thought were fully developed men.

The first time we got it on was at his house one day after school in our
junior year. I had gone over to his place because he said he could help
me get some weed from a friend of his. Well, that didn't pan out but he
had a joint that we toked in his room and we got pretty lit.  I remember
his room smelled like a locker room. It was a mess dirty laundry, piled
up sports equipment and stacks of magazines ranging from Rolling Stone to
Playboy. He had taken his shirt off because it was pretty warm in there
and sat back on his bed flipping through a fuck mag while we shot the
shit. Soon the conversation turned to sex.

He finally showed me a picture spread of this chick getting a fat cock up
her ass. "Check this shit out, she is taking it up the butt". I grabbed
it and looked it over with my glazed eyes. "Have you ever been fucked up
the butt?", he asked. Looking down at the book and back up at him I got
suddenly nervous. "Um no," I said. "Have you?" He grabbed the
magazine back from me and rubbed his cock through his worn sweat pants.
"No, but I wouldn't mind doing it" he replied. "She seems to like it
and fucking an ass feels a lot better than fucking a pussy". Long story
short, we were at it less than five minutes. I was under his spell.

He had gotten up and grabbed a bottle of skin lotion from the bathroom
down the hall, returned and locked his bedroom door. He then walked over
to me and pulled down his sweats. I remember his thick curved dick swung
out right in my face as I sat on the edge of his bed.. He hadn't
showered since PE at school and the thick odor of sweat and piss
surrounded my face. He grasped himself and pumped his rod a couple of
times which enraged it. "Have you ever sucked a dick before?" Still
apprehensive I replied, "No." He smiled and said, "That's alright,
neither have I".

He reached down to my 501's and began unbuttoning them, a task that I
immediately helped with and pulled them down to my ankles. "You got a
nice dick man", he said with the same patronizing tone that car salesman
uses when he compliments your trade in. I stood up and we mutually
handled each other, looking down at our cocks and slowly getting over the
nervousness of the act. Well, that was me. I later learned he was already
a pro. He squirted some of the lotion on his hands and oiled up our cocks
.

"Lets lay down on the bed", he said. Throwing a couple of his pillows
on one end, he motioned me down. He sidled up to me and then he grabbed
my hand and squirted lotion on my palm, saying. "Grab my cock and pump
it for me". Being the novice I was, I followed his directions. He rolled
his head back as I began squeezing and jacking his thick curved cock. He
was about 7" long but had a wildly bent stick. I was mystified. "Ah,
yeah buddy that feels good keep doing that" he said as he began to
return the favor by sliding his clasped hand up and down on my now hard
6.5" meat. We continued this for a short time and then he told me to
roll over on my stomach and put my butt in the air.

"Put your head on the pillows" he ordered as he lifted my ass up and
pushed my legs into position. "Just relax and don't make any noise. My
sister will hear". As I braced into position I felt another man's
fingers for the first time probe my asshole. He had lubricated them well
with the lotion and was rubbing my nest and sticking them in and out
slowly. I was getting scared, my heart racing so fast, sweat beading all
over my body. "Man you have such a nice ass", he sighed as I felt him
probe his cock in my nest. "Dude, pull your ass cheeks apart for me"

He was not then nor was he ever one for easy going foreplay. He
immediately began sinking his hard thick meat into my tight virgin hole
without regard. As he plowed in the first inch or so, I felt a shockwave
of sharp pain rocket though my body.  I immediately recoiled, pulling
away from him and letting out a deep gasp, "EEOoowww, take it easy
man!" He responded by slapping the back of my head and whispering,
"Shut the fuck up dude, my sister will hear". He then lubed up his cock
with another rope of lotion and began pushing in once more.

With a single motion, he slid his evil fuck tool all the way into my
busted virginity. In so doing he pushed my face down into the pillow with
all his weight and laid down over me. I felt a pain wave like I have
never experienced before. I wanted him to stop. "Take it out, stop, take
it out!" I gasped. I felt the palm of his hand on the back of my head
once more as he pushed my tearing face into the pillow even harder. His
cock still bottomed out in my hot hole, he leaned down and whispered in
my ear. I could feel his facial hair on my neck as he said, "Just shut
up and relax. It`ll only hurt for a little while. Just stop fighting it
and relax, you will remember this for the rest of your life". He was
right.

With that he began thrusting himself in and out of my burning nest with a
vengeance. His jack hammering cock was a product of years of athleticism,
football rage, track meet energy, baseball bravado and letterman lust.
"Dude, slow down, take it easy man, it..." I murmured. "Shut
up", he retorted. He relentlessly bitched fucked my tender tight hole
for what seemed like hours. I was sweating like crazy and panting as the
smell of butt-fucking and cum filled the air. At one point the pain
subsided and began to transform into something else. Before I knew it I
felt a warm wetness  flood my asshole an the friction of his raw cock
turned to a slippery glide.

I thought it was going to be over just as I was beginning to come to
terms with the torment of it all. But, he wasn't finished. He continued
banging me with his thick rubbery cock even though he had cum deep into
my hole. I could feel his warm jizz running down my inner legs as he
continued. "Oh man, your tight ass gets me off. I love you  Shane", he
grunted. By now I was starting to crave and get off on this. As his
bitch-fucking half hard cock attack continued I felt my own cock getting
ready to blow. I had never felt anything like this and I was getting off
just by getting fucked. Wow!

As his slapping thrusts started to slow and get harder I blew my load on
the bed sheets below me. I grabbed my cock and squeezed hard which only
intensified the spray of jizz. Within a few more hard thrusts of Doug's
meaty build, he pulled his wet sticky tool from my spent hole and let out
a deep moan. "Turn around!", he ordered. As I rolled over and turned
around in the pool of my own cum, he was jacking his cock hard and fast.
Grabbing the back of my head with his hand he pulled my face to his cock
just as he blew his second orgasm of warm white cream. Part of it splat
me in the face and he collected the rest in his cupped hand as he pumped
himself dry.

With my mouth just inches from his palm full of cum he said, "Eat my
cum." I recoiled at first, but he pulled my face back a bit hastily,
"Come on, eat my cum." He then smeared his juice all over my mouth and
face. "Lick it up, Lick it up!" he ordered as it ran down my chin. I
was scared a little, turned on a lot, and someplace inside me I wanted to
do all of it. I was just a nervous novice I guess. Feeling his hand on
the back of my skull tightening I did what he asked. I licked his salty
sticky cum from his fingers as he slowly smeared what was on my face back
into my mouth.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" he said with a smile. "You really
got me off man." Sitting on the bed in my pool of cum I just nodded in
exhaustion. I watched quietly as he wiped himself up with a dirty T-Shirt
off the floor and then he threw it at me. "Clean yourself up man. I have
to get going to practice". I wiped up and got my clothes back on. Not
knowing how to act, I stood there  in front of him for a moment. He
slapped my shoulder and smiled. "We have got to do that again man. Next
time I`ll let you fuck me up the butt." Just like that. I got my cherry
popped and he was off to go throw the ball around with the guys.

To be continued....