Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2024 11:42:38 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Andy at His Pl;easure (GAy / Adult Friends, oral anal, m/M) Adult Friends, oral anal, M/M This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between consenting adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. Copyright 2024 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Andy at His Pleasure By Wolf I grew up in Atlanta, Georgia as a youth I had experimented with my playmates. We would find ways to hide in a place like a garage and masturbate each other and even suck each other's dicks. I was small for my age and was a redhead with blue-green eyes. I was not the athletic type. My first true encounter with an adult male happened when I was sixteen-years-old. I was still smaller than my classmates. I was only five-feet seven, about 135 pounds, and still a redhead with freckles. I only had to shave once a week. I resented looking younger than I was. Like most of my contemporaries I spent a lot of my free time hanging out at the Atlanta Station Mall. I was hanging out there after watching a movie and hanging out at McDonald's. I noticed a man that was watching my every move with a smile on his face. There was something about him that intrigued me about this man. I had been curious for a few years and had the desire to worship an older man's body. I had been fascinated by my father's body and practically his sex organ. As a boy it had always seemed so much bigger than mine. My parents were modest, but I had seen him walking to and from the bathroom when he was going to bathe or shower. Seeing his five-inch limp cock and his hanging scrotum swinging back and forth as he walked with the light brown patch of pubic hair fascinated me and I envied him. Looking at this man I assumed that he was a white man well into his 40s and may have been 50. He had dark hair and a mustache, with a youthful twinkle in his eye. He had to be at least six-feet two, he had the body of someone that was athletic but not overly muscular. He was dressed in a dark three-piece business suit. He approached me and said: "I'm a visitor to the area. Would you happen to know the location of a decent restaurant where we could get a good meal?" I said: "I do know of a fine restaurant." We left the mall together. (I don't know why I trusted him; he could have been a serial killer.) I got in his car with him and I directed him to Meehan's Public House- Downtown, where he bought me a delicious meal. At the conclusion of the meal, he took me to the hotel he was staying at. (In truth it was a sleazy 'Red Carpet' motel with eight separate motel structures that contained a small table by the window with two upholstered chairs on casters, a king-sized bed, a knock to hang clothes and a built-in place with a sink. ice bucket, and a machine for heating water instant coffee. There was a bathroom with a toilet, sink, and tub with a shower the interior reeked of stale cigar and cigarette smoke. He offered me a drink and I accepted. He used two plastic cups from the sink and assed ice, water. and whisky from a bottle he had. I didn't like the taste at first, but the second sip went down easier. When I was a little tipsy the man began to undress me. It was a warm day so all I was wearing was a sports shirt, blue jeans, and Nike cross trainers. He even took off my Hanes briefs. I sat there on the bed and watched him take off his clothes. He hung the coat up and removed the vest before he removed the tie. I was getting excited watching him getting undressed. He sat in a chair to remove his oxfords and socks. He stood up to remove his pants and underwear, and when his cock sprang out from under the waistband I was sprang up and down like a spring and bounced up and down. I couldn't take my eyes off his tool as he stood in front of me. His cock was about seven-inches long and the thick cock was sticking out a mat od tangle black pubic hair and was almost brown in color with a thick twisted vibe coursing town the top the shaft to the reddish circumcision scar capped by a large head with a roll of purple fat like a collar. His scrotum hung low with the left testicle hanging lower than the right. They swung back and forth and he moved. He lifted my legs up and placed them on the bed. while I was laying on my left side, he moved his body to where my head was. I was mesmerized as he took hold of his cock with his right hand and stroked it a couple of times before he stepped forward and pressed the head against my lips. I opened my mouth and started sucking his cock while I cradled his balls in the palm of my hand. I was thrilled to suck on his cock, and he probed my asshole with a finger and added a second finger. I'm sure he was enjoying it, only his manipulation of my asshole became rather rough. When it became painful, I begged him to stop, but he had no intention of stopping. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I regretted him doing that before I got to taste his cum. He turned my body around and positioned me on my back and he lifted my legs up and spread them as he placed my legs over his shoulders and he spit on my asshole. I knew what he was planning on doing to me and it frightened me. He adjusted my legs so that my heels were resting on his shoulders, as he guided his cock to my puckered anus and started forcing it into my asshole. As the skin stretched to accolade the girth of his cock head the pain was like a hot poker was being forced into my ass. I begged him to pull it out, but he was like an animal. He didn't seem to hear me begging and crying for him to stop. I felt like I was being ripped apart. All my begging and crying did was to inspire him to fuck mt ass harder. The pain was centered around my asshole and anytime I tried to pucker it closed the pain was mind blowing. The only way I reduced the pain was to strain like I was passing a big dry turd. There was nothing I could do to stop him. He was so much stronger than me. All I could do was cry like a baby. My discomfort only seemed to fuck my ass harder. There was no condom, no lubricant (just his spit). He only stopped moving when he ejaculated his cum into my colon. When he pulled his cock out of my ass my asshole was gaping open and felt like it was burning. I felt liquid running down my tightly stretched butt to pool under my butt on the sheet of the mattress. I feared that my asshole was bleeding, but when I reached for my asshole and looked at my fingers, I saw that my fingers were covered in his thick white cum. That wasn't much consolation because I was still thinking about the pain. The man helped me waddle to the bathroom and while I sat on the toilet and emptied my bladder and released a smelly watery bowel movement, he adjusted the temperature of the water coming out of the shower nozzle of the tub. After I gently wiped my ass, he helped me into the tub and help shower my body and took care to clean my butt. By the time he finished giving me a shower, my gaping asshole had closed to its normal puckered state, but it was inflamed and swollen. He helped me dry off and took me back to the bedroom and pushed me face down onto the bed and mounted me again and fucked me again while on my back and nibbling on my neck. This time after he squirted his-cum into my ass he let me return to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I returned to gather up my clothes and got dressed, he was playing with his cock. He put his own clothes back on and walked me to his car parked in front of his motel cabin. He drove me to the end of the block I lived on and let me out. I did my best to walk normally home. Mt asshole was sore for several days. Sleeping was difficult the first night. I struggled to walk normally until my asshole stopped throbbing. (It was amazing that I was able to hide my pain while walking.) It was difficult hiding the pain at school. For a couple of weeks, I was telling myself that I would never do that again. When my asshole recovered, I began to feel as if my asshole actually-missed being filled with a throbbing cock. I began using objects like cucumbers to stretch my asshole. One evening I was in a mom-and-pop little grocery store looking for a gay paperback to read while masturbating and I caught the eye of another adult male. After I paid for the paperback T exited the story and was walking down the road on my way home when the man caught up with me and as he came alongside of me, he asked: "How would you like to see the magazines I have in my apartment?" I was both frightened and excited at the same time. I knew what was going to happen if I accepted, but I wanted to find out if it would hurt as much a second time. I accepted his offer and followed him to his apartment. When we were inside, he showed me the gay magazines, and while I was flipping through the pages, he started rubbing the crotch of my pants. When I didn't object or try and stop him, he unfastened my pants and took my dick out and sucked me off, while I looked at the pictures of men sucking and fucking each other. When I came in his mouth, he kissed me and shared my own cum with me. Then he took my pants and underwear down and bent me face down over his bed and he use a cooling lubricant to fuck my ass. Every thrust forced a grunt out of me, but it didn't hurt me and I enjoined being fucked. After I cleaned up, I promised him that I would visit him again. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.