Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2017 20:03:39 -0400 (EDT) From: Freddy E. Subject: My Beach Adventures: Chapter 1, The Naked Trespasser My Beach Adventures: Chapter 1, The Naked Trespasser By Cresive As a reminder, please support the Niftyarchive site if you enjoyed this story. ================================================================= Like my previous story entitled, "My Rushed Physical Exam," many of the events I describe are true. I left out individual names in this story to protect the..., ahem, ...guilty. The events did not occur on the same day, but they did occur during the same summer. I have condensed the narrative for brevity and to allow for flow. ----------------------------------------------------------------- When I was a teenager, my family had a beach house on the north end of a famous city beach. We would go there as much as we could, but for at least one 2-week vacation every year, usually every August. My family acquired the house when I was about 10, and by the time this story takes place, I was a beach fixture and spent the entire day on the beach--sun up to sunset. I soon demonstrated great swimming skills and appreciation for the vagaries of ocean currents and undertows. For this reason, parental supervision grew slack, and eventually I was left to my own devices. Escaping from the family for hours at a time was actually the norm, not the exception. Thinking myself as a entering adulthood, I was enjoying my new-found freedom and independence. The story takes place when I was about fourteen years of age. I didn't have my license yet, but I was old enough to get away and not be bothered by the family. On the fateful day, I had the house pretty much to myself as my parents were in our home town, and my older siblings, who were the "adults" at the time, had either gone shopping or had to return home for their jobs. I was relishing my vacation from the family and enjoying the beach. Fortunately, there is enough to do at the beach that I really didn't do much to get myself into trouble. I guess this was one of the big reasons that I could enjoy such autonomy. About a mile south of our house, there was a military beach club. I don't know much about it, other than you had to be a certain grade to enjoy the club--enlisted need not apply, I guess. As you approached from the beach, there were several cabanas, a concrete deck with picnic tables, etc. Most of the security was at the street-side entrance and access from the beach was rather easy. I soon realized that you could walk into the club from the beach, pretty much unmolested if you just acted like you had a purpose and belonged there. I had done just that a few times when I got too hot, sweaty and salty from walking the beach. I would like to say that I had mindlessly walked down the beach and got too hot to return so I snuck into the facility to wash off and cool down. But in reality, I planned to walk south on the beach and if the opportunity presented itself, sneak into the club. I was just of the age where I enjoyed trying to see naked people, especially men, and this facility had a lot of them. Many club members would spend the day on the beach, and utilize the showers to wash off the salt and sand before heading home. Of course, home was often a nearby military facility, so the drive wasn't very far. Thus, the men who used the showers were usually not in a hurry, and tended to be acclimated to being nude in a locker room. Since they had been virtually naked on the beach-only wearing a bathing suit-walking around nude wasn't a big step. You can see my infatuation with this place. It was a nice, sunny August day, and having the day to myself I went exploring down the beach. I was enjoying looking at all the semi-naked people on the beach as I walked along the shoreline. I walked down the beach until I found myself just south of the military beach club. I was hot, so I jumped into the ocean and body surfed a few waves and let the current carry me north. As I mentioned previously, I had become a natural in the water and I was truly in my element. After a period of body surfing, I had the misfortune of gliding into a stinging nettle which stung me good on my side and hip, just above my bathing suit. This was not my first encounter with a stinging nettle, so other than being annoyed and having some pain, I really didn't care too much. I knew I would survive the ordeal, but my side hurt, so I got out of the water and walked to the club to wash off and administer to my wounds. The entrance from the beach went directly into male or female showers and locker rooms. To not draw too much attention to myself, I would walk into the facility, remove my bathing suit and get in line for a shower. There were two shower sides and therefore, two lines. On a busy day, you may have a few minutes wait in line before a stall opened up. Some men waited nude, other were clothed. I usually stood naked, after hanging my shorts on a peg outside the shower area. I had hit puberty, so I thought of myself as a "man" and wanted to display myself as such. Today, there wasn't too much of a line, but I did wait a few minutes. Taking off my suit actually made me feel better, as the suit was aggravating the welts on my side. The shower area was originally designed as one often found in the seventies, with a few central pipes in the middle of the room holding 4 showerheads coming off each of pipe. However, metal blinds had been installed to offer privacy, so you could only see someone's feet unless you were in front of the stall which remained open. This is how I stayed in the locker room. If you stayed in your shower stall a while, the line would turn over and you could just keep going back and forth between two lines. It was a teenage voyeurs dream!! Busy days were nice because I could casually slip into the second shower line, after my initial shower, without being noticed. On this day, there were a good number of people, but not disagreeably crowded. I do remember watching a father strip naked, and his teenage son (about my age) get dismayed about his father's nudity. The dad was in his late 40's, about five-feet eight and 190 pounds. He had a lot of pubic hair, which almost covered his short, cut cock. He had a nice chest and hairy ass. I enjoyed ogling him as he teased his son and told him to take off his suit as well. Since he was focused on his son, I was afforded a leisurely perusal of his naked form. I was hoping to compare the son to the dad, but the son didn't remove his trunks until they changed in the locker room which was behind a wall. However, I still remember watching the dad's naked body move in space. I almost popped a boner on the spot! Soon it was my turn for the shower, so I quickly washed off the salt and sand. I let the water glide over my body, but that didn't do much to reduce the aching on my side. After I washed the salt and sand off, I casually exited the shower stall and made my way into the other shower line. This time, I ogled a grandfatherly man who had just showered and stood around in his birthday suit chatting with some younger, although past middle-aged, men as if he were at a cocktail party. He was probably in his seventies, but looked good for his age. He stood only a few feet in front of me, so I had a great view of his naked body. He had a long, uncut penis that bowed over his large balls. It was a very hot day in August, which caused his balls to hang down almost most to the end his cock. He didn't seem to care who looked at him while he animatedly chatted with some guys in the shower line. I grew a little concerned when my cock started to enlarge (remember I am stark naked), but soon it was my turn at the shower and I was fortunate to get into semi-privacy before I got into trouble. Unfortunately, when I finished in the shower, the older gentleman was getting dressed and behind the wall that separated the lockers from the shower area. I alternated showering and standing in line for a while, and saw a few more naked bodies until one time, I left the shower and the lines had died away. This was always sad for me, because I was enjoying being naked with all these guys. I was really wishing the older gent had stayed as well, because I had gotten a great look at his body which made me feel closer to him--almost like I knew him. He was quite easy on the eyes and he didn't mind, or take notice of me looking at him. Since all things must come to an end, I figured I would get my suit and head home. About this time, I had noticed another older man, I would place him about 50, who was exiting a stall on the other side of the shower blinds. Since I was naked, I figured I could get a closer look at him without being too weird--I reasoned that if you were naked, you could talk to another nude person (hey I was 14 and still learning the rules on locker room etiquette). I tried to maneuver my way over to him without being too conspicuous. I was a bit slow and the man was pulling on his swim suit by the time I got close. He saw me approach and smiled. He gave me a cursory glance and then put on some mirror shades--mirror shades were popular at this time. I was disappointed as I wanted to give him an unobstructed view of my body. He didn't need to hide were he looked. In fact, I would have liked knowing when and where he was looking on my body. We chatted a bit, and I introduced myself and reached out to shake hands. This always gives someone the opportunity to look down and check out your package. We shook hands and he stepped back to admire my naked form. The glasses really didn't do much to hide his leering. Since he was inclined to look, I kept talking about how nice a day it was, etc. etc. I did mention my stinging nettle experience and twisted my body a bit to show him the welts I had from the stingers. I had two nice pink stripes going from my bathing suit line, over my hip and up my side. Mostly though, I was just modeling for him and showing off my body. He didn't seem to mind and played along with the game. I even asked if he would rub my hip to check for any stingers still embedded in my side. He was a bit reticent to touch a naked teenager, but I repeated my request and stepped closer to him. He reached out and rubbed his right hand over my left hip. The body contact was a much more intense feeling for me than I had anticipated. This was actually my first real body contact other than hugging a family member. It was very exciting and I immediately felt a stirring in my crotch. I could almost feel my cock engorging with blood. As he was bringing his hand back I turned to my left to see where he had rubbed. The action basically moved my expanding penis right into the path of his hand so he couldn't help but get a good feel of my penis as it literally landed in his palm. I hadn't planned this, and when the center of his palm encountered my penis, his hand reflexively closed around it. I jumped a little but he wasn't too eager to remove his hand so I let him fondle my penis. It took me a second for my brain to catch up to my situation. Again, this was literally my first experience at body contact, so I had a lot to process and my teenage brain was being bombarded with an extreme amount of information and emotions all at once. I soon cleared my head enough to ask the man if I had been stung on my penis as well. He chuckled and said that I had luckily avoided that fate. He opened his hand and just before he pulled back, closed it again. This action caused his fingers to include my ball sac when he closed his grip. All this felt wonderful and I was almost fully erect by the time he removed his hand. Here I was, standing naked and trespassing in a military locker room while an older gent casually felt me up. He unabashedly stared at my now erect penis and hanging balls. We stood for a minute like that when he asked where I went to school. I told him and his facial expression immediately grew serious. He straightened up and told me to enjoy the rest of my day. I have no idea why he reacted so, unless he was worried I was jailbait (I was), or that I may know his kids. I never caught his name so I have no idea if this was a possibility. He proceeded to gather his belongings, take a quick last look at my naked body and exited the locker room. I just stood there, crestfallen, as he walked out the main door toward the parking lot. I considered quickly donning my bathing suit and catching him in the parking lot, but thought better of it. I was still quite erect which would be hard to cover with the thin material of a bathing suit. I also didn't know why the guy's attitude changed so quickly and figured it was best to leave things where they stood. I just walked to a shower and washed my hard on away. I figured I had pushed my limits in this place, so I rinsed off and walked to where I had hung my bathing suit. It was gone!!! There I was, trespassing in a military club, naked and without a clue as to where my bathing suit may be. There were so many people in and out, that anyone could have taken it! I was panicking even before I realized that I had nobody to call at our house who could bring me another suit. I was hopping about the shower area scared to death! Being naked, I was unable to exit the locker and shower area. I was stuck!! Before I collapsed from my panic, a man entered with his two sons, about 8 and 10, who only gave me a cursory glance. The sons noticed that I was naked, but only stared a minute or two before taking their showers. The man watched them to make sure they were doing a good job, but also kept looking at me. I should have walked into a stall, but I wasn't thinking clearly yet; still caught up in my panic. The man finally asked if I was okay, and I quickly made up a story that "my friend" had absconded with my suit, and I had to wait until they tired of the joke and returned with it. He laughed and reveled my predicament--and my body. He let his kids play a bit in the shower while he inquired further into how I wound up naked in the club showers. He made little effort to hide his interest in studying my body as I told him about coming in to wash off the stinging nettle rash, which I showed him. I said that I guessed my friends took my suit when I was washing off the welts. He had a good chuckle at my expense, but passed it off to good clean fun. He had his kids come out and dry off in front of me. I took a few moments to look at their prepubescent bodies while the dad spent all the time taking in my nudity. Both boys were hairless and had nice cute, cut cocks that bounced around when they walked. The older boy's cock reminded me of one of those spring door stops it bounced so much. They both had nicely formed cock heads, each with a nice pink hue to them. Overall, both boys had their dad's body shape and looked like peewee, hairless versions of their dad. Soon the dad coaxed the kids to get dressed while still engaging me in how I fell for the merry prank. By this time, I was getting weary of being his naked shower boy and wished he would hurry and leave. He must have sensed my distress, or merely got enough of an eyeful, because he returned to his kids and made a deal of organizing their stuff. He then left his now clothed kids to chat with me while he rinsed off. The kids made no bones about staring right at me. I guess with no adult within arm's reach, they had free rein to stare. By this time, they were up to speed with my story, so they asked a few questions about how my friends got away with my suit, was I embarrassed to be stuck naked, etc. Mostly though, they just asked about my body. They could tell that I wasn't an adult yet, but my recent passing into puberty fascinated them. My dick was cut like theirs, and was a bit longer and thicker, but not by a lot. I didn't have under arm hair yet, and nothing around my ass, so even though I had a little hair around my penis, I wasn't much more developed than my two oglers in the locker room. They couldn't get over that I was naked and standing right in front of them. Again, I guess I could have gone into a shower stall, but I kind of wanted to see their dad naked, so I just stood there and let the two boys make a thorough study of my body. I was much more embarrassed to have the children scrutinize me. Unlike adults, they had no shame when it came to giving me a total visual exam. They would stare, bug-eyed right at my penis. They took turns walking around to check out my naked butt. I just stood there and endured it. Besides, I was really worried about how I was going to get out of this predicament and having two urchins stare at my naked penis didn't register on my panic meter. Thankfully, the dad finished his shower and walked out drying his hair. He had a nice cut cock, nestled in a nest of balls and pubic hair. I took a second to mentally compare his cock with his pre-pubescent sons. I imagined just how his son's cocks would mature until they looked like their dad. I enjoyed the mental study, which is why I had endured the two boys in the first place. The dad chuckled a bit as he saw how his kids were enthralled with my naked body--I guess they never stopped their examination of my body as I was mentally comparing their penises to their dad. He gave me another once over before he quickly got dressed and gathered all their stuff. He corralled his still staring children and wished me well as they left. I was hoping he would offer a spare towel, but he must have thought I would only be there a little longer before my friends returned. Alone again, I had no idea of what I could do. I looked to see if I could find a lost towel or anything to cover myself, but the locker room was clean. I paced the wet area of the locker room for what seemed like hours. Before an older gentleman walked in. He was wearing sunglasses, what we called an Australian bush hat and form fitting bathing suit. It wasn't a bikini style speedo that a swim team member would wear, but more like boxer brief underwear. It clung to his body and didn't make me work too hard to imagine what he would look like without the suit. He was powerfully built (I would say about 5-10, maybe 220 lbs.), and looked like he was in very good shape for a 60+ year old. He had broad shoulders that were tapered a bit with age. They flowed naturally into a nice belly that bespoke many years of good living. His legs were thick and muscular enough that they burst out of his tight-fitting suit and progressed down to two well-groomed feet. Basically, He had that, "I am a general and I give orders, damnit!" look about him. He noticed me in the changing area, said hello and began to strip off his suit. Having no place to go, I just stood there and watched as he exposed a beautiful 5-inch, uncut cock. His foreskin covered all but the last half inch of his very large cock head;a look that I thought was very sexy! His balls were large enough to cause his cock to float on top of them. This in turn caused his penis head to bounce up when he moved. I tried not to, but wound up leering at his penis, trying to make out his piss slit which was in and out of view due to his foreskin. I was totally absorbed as I stared at his perfectly formed penis. He looked at me and asked if I was okay. Obviously, he was a bit annoyed to be ogled by a naked teenager. My being naked, he could immediately tell that I was enjoying looking at him just by looking down. My cock had forgotten my predicament and began a rapid rise to say hello to the older man. Embarrassed, and scared I would soon be arrested, or beaten to a pulp, I quickly told the man of my made-up story and apologized for staring. I lied and said his was the first uncut cock I had seen and my curiosity overtook my manners. He looked at my rigid cock, chuckled and said he needed to get the dried salt off him. He did invite me to stand outside his shower and tell him the rest of my story. Eager to ogle his body some more, and to allow him to ogle mine, I agreed. He judiciously washed himself and rid his body of salt and sand as he took in the naked teenage boy who was reciting an obviously made up tale. I marveled at how the water would create rivulets as it washed down his hairy body. He seemed to take pride in his body, and enjoyed me looking at how well he had taken care of himself. I almost shot a load when I watched him peel back his foreskin and wash the head of his penis. For some reason, him pulling back his foreskin made me feel he was getting even more naked in front of me. He also enjoyed taking a gander at me when he felt like it. Again, I was totally naked, so he could easily see the effect watching him was having on me. I was so engrossed in his naked glans, that I totally forgot I was naked and he could see my very obviously erect penis. I guess being fourteen, getting a hardon was more the norm than the exception, but I was oblivious to the man being able to see every inch of my penis. When he finished, he exited the shower, walked over and dried himself off. I followed him out of the shower area and watched as he dried his virile body. He then stepped into some shorts and made like he was going to leave. Deflated, I resigned myself to trying to figure out a way out of my situation as the man walked out of the locker room. Soon the man returned, and offered me a towel. Unabashedly relieved, I accepted and reached out for it. He said it was a loaner, and that he would drive me home to retrieve it upon my delivery. Safe return of his towel also made sure that my "friends" didn't find me and relieve me of his towel while on my way home. It was not lost on me that the man had just dried his body with this very towel. Readily agreeing to his terms, I accepted the towel and wrapped it around my waist. At this time, I was about 5-5, and about 110 lbs., so the towel should have swallowed me whole. However, the towel I was given was a smaller one, that barely covered me. I had to hold the two ends together and when I stepped my right leg forward, it would exit the towel and be exposed. Walking would make it obvious to any observer that I was naked under the towel. At least my cock and balls would remain hidden. The gentleman gave me a once-over, chuckled and said that would have to do as he turned around and told me to follow him. I tried to look as nonchalant as I could, all the while holding onto the towel to keep it from opening and revealing my nudity to anyone as we left the locker room. He walked a little slower, so that I could keep up He had already reconnoitered the trek from the locker room to his car and knew there were few people we would pass. The asphalt was hot in the parking area, and I am sure I made a spectacle of myself trying to keep from burning my feet, without bouncing so much that my cock and balls would pop out from under the towel. Fortunately, we made it to his car without incident, I guess people walking around in a towel are not that far out of the norm here. Before he allowed me into his Mercedes 500SL, I had to remove the towel and place it on his leather seat. When I finally sat down, I realized that he didn't want my skin to peel from being scorched by the seat so I was glad I had obeyed his command. Of course, he didn't mind taking in my backside as I bent down to place the towel on the passenger seat. I had a pretty nice tan line about this time of year, so my milky white ass must have really stood out as he looked at me. He joined me in the car and as casually as you can with a naked teenager in the passenger seat, pulled out of the parking lot and onto an access street. We drove about 500 feet to the main road and stopped at the red light. He looked at me, placed his hand so high on my upper thigh that the back of his fingers caressed my penis and balls. He asked where I lived and I told him my address. My predicament was still clouding my judgement, but I had no choice but to tell him. I figured I would have to sprint from the car to the side door of my house--which had fewer prying eyes--once we got there. Before the light changed, my cock started its uncontrollable growth from having the man's hand on my thigh. He flicked his fingers a couple time to entice my cock to grow to full attention. Of course, my cock obliged him fully, much to the gentleman's amusement. I was a little self-conscious, but he had already seen plenty of me, so I just allowed him his fun. I was caught by surprise when he turned south instead of north (toward my house). He said that he had to get something from his place, and that he didn't want to turn up at someone's house with a naked boy. I bought into that, and was a little relieved to think I may have something to wear when I got out of the car. We didn't drive too far before we pulled of the main road and into a neighborhood. After a few turns we finally pulled into a driveway and an opening garage door. Once inside, I had to wait until the garage door closed before I could get out. I wasn't so obtuse that I didn't realize that I was in a stranger's house, totally naked, no ID, and that I could easily end up on a milk carton before long. However, what could I do?! I really was totally naked, and totally at this man's mercy. I was too far from my house to try to make a run for it. I was trapped. He looked at my panicky face and laughed. He empathized with my predicament as he attempted to relieve my anxiety by stating, emphatically that he wasn't going to murder me. Voicing this promise did little to reduce my anxiety, or my self-consciousness about being naked in a stranger house. He did say that I owed him for the use of the towel, a ride home and his effort in extricating me from the club. He said he knew right away that I wasn't supposed to be there, and that I probably didn't have anyone who was going to return with my bathing suit. I just stood there dumbfounded. Since he was onto my deceit, I had to capitulate and come clean. What a predicament. I was naked, caught in several lies and in a strange man's house. Realizing my situation left me totally defenseless against the "General" standing as my accuser. Contrition for telling a lie is much more severe when you are naked with your entire body blushing. He stood there and took in my naked, blushing form. Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, he told me not to worry, that we were just going to get to know each other and that I should go ahead and get in the house. I marched into his house, as he watched my white ass cheeks undulate as I strode in front of him. Once inside, he directed me to a den and told me to sit. Having nothing else to do, I followed orders. I sat and read a magazine while the man changed into regular clothes and returned. He was dressed in street clothes. Actually, he looked quite handsome in his expensive shorts and golf shirt. Since he was dressed, I took a closer look at his face. He had square, symmetrically perfect face, with a well-defined jaw line. His eyes were deep-set and had a piercing green hue. He was genuinely handsome, dressed or naked. However, I think he meant to create a greater level of authority and power by getting dressed. It worked! He sat down in a wooden chair and had me walk over to him so he could inspect my body, up close. I walked over and stood between his legs. He reached out his thick hands and rubbed down my sides. It tickled, but also felt weird--not a terrible weird, just different and novel. This was only the second time that anyone had touched my body, so I was still very sensitive and acutely aware of his touch. He rested his hands on my hip bones, each thumb pointing toward my cock. I looked down to notice how much more mature this man was then I. He had stiff hair on the back of his hands, which stood out against my totally smooth skin. His well-manicured nails were much thicker than mine, as were his thumbs, themselves. Even his pads of his hands were rougher than mine, although I could tell that this man didn't do manual labor. As I looked at his hands on my body, I felt even younger than my 14 years. I felt as if I was more like the 8- and 10-year-old boys who had been studying my body earlier in the day than an adult. If I thought I was maturing into a man, I was mistaken. He stared at my cock for a few minutes before reaching his right hand out to move it aside. This allowed him an unencumbered view of my balls which were still hanging down due to the heat of the day. You would think they would be retracted, but not today. Placing his left hand behind my balls to push them forward, he commented that I had no hair on my balls, yet. I didn't know that fact. Apparently, he was getting a better view of my body than I had ever thought to have. Using his left hand, he fondled my balls, taking note of their weight and size and he rolled them between his thumb and fingers. His fondling of my balls was causing my cock to expand again and he gave my penis a playful squeeze or two with his right hand before leaving it to stand at attention in front of his face. He lowered my penis and stared into my piss slit, and even squeezed my cock head force it open. I may have had a droplet of precum, but he didn't seem to notice or care. I was then told to turn around and bend at the waist. I turned around, and he kicked my feet apart before I could bend over. Being young and active made me also quite limber. I bent down, and with my legs apart gave him a clear view of my anus. As cooler air hit my rosebud, I realized that he had total access to my entire body. He reached out and stuck his thumbs between my ass cheeks and opened me fully before his eyes. He seemed quite delighted that I had no hair on my anus or even on my butt cheeks. I felt even more embarrassed to have this brought to my attention. Again, I felt more child-like than adult. He massaged my butt cheeks for a few moments before maneuvering his thumbs to the entrance of my ass. Being bent over, and totally exposed, I really couldn't do much to protect myself in this position. I had to endure my treatment until this man was satisfied. This went on for another 5-10 minutes before I was told to stand up and turn around. My cock hadn't deflated one bit and may have become even harder from the man's manipulation of my rosebud. The man took notice of my erect state and commented how I must have really enjoyed his inspection of my ass. I can't say I hated it, but my emotions were totally in disarray at this point. My entire body blushed at his indictment which brought a deep laugh from the man. Just to catch the reader up, I had barely entered puberty by the time that this experience happened. My first wet dream was only a couple months before, in June of that same year. I had barely learned to masturbate, and was still using a technique that I was soon to abandoned for much more pleasurable methods. What I am getting at, is that I had absolutely no sexual experience up to this point. I hadn't even perfected my self-pleasure by this point in time. In fact, I barely knew what sex was. I did know that I was at the mercy of this man, and I would have to do what I had to in order to get home. On the plus side, I was enjoying having this mature man take an interest, especially a sexual interest in me. I was still enjoying being naked and having this man look at EVERY part of my body. He seemed to enjoy the show, so it wasn't too terribly bad. However, I was so scared and overwhelmed with new emotions and sensations, that I can barely remember my state of mind. I was soon escorted to his bedroom where he joined me in being naked. I was then told to get down on my knees and blow him. If you have read everything up until now, you will immediately surmise my conundrum. I understood that the act of oral sex did exist, but I had NO idea of how to do it. I was too scared to not something, so I figured I would just follow directions. I did kneel down, and he walked up to me with his penis in his hand. I was mesmerized by his cock head. It was much larger than mine and it was beginning to poke out from under his foreskin. Immediately, I noticed how much smoother the skin on his glans was compared mine. It also had a shiny veneer to it. I guess being protected by the foreskin, the cock head stayed smooth in uncut guys. He retracted his foreskin and gave me a close up of his beautiful, naked glans. I reached out and took his penis in my hand. I looked at it for a few seconds before continuing with my assigned role. I had never seen anyone's penis this close, especially a glans this large. After being ordered, I placed his penis into my mouth and started to suckle him. I guess this was a good technique, as he moaned and took hold of my head with both hands. I just kept rolling his cock head around with my tongue until he hardened and started to piston in and out of my mouth. Fortunately, he didn't grow much larger than about 6 inches, but he was so thick he completely filled my mouth. His penis had a hard feel to it, but it also felt like it had a silky soft cover on it. I was taking in everything I could about it, but was still suffering from significant sensory overload. When he finally inserted all of his penis into my mouth, my nose was nestled into his pubic hair. I noticed he had a musky smell that wasn't unpleasant, but hard to describe. His pubic hair was a salt-n-pepper gray, and long enough to tickle my nose and cheeks. He began to actually fuck my face by moving his hips front to back. It took me a few minutes, but I soon caught on to his rhythm and just had to concentrate on keeping my teeth away from his cock. This was it! I was giving another man a blow job! I hadn't plan to lose my virginity this way, but here I was. Again, my entire body blushed. I blushed so hard that my entire body quivered. Again, this did not go unnoticed and the man gave a good hearty laugh at my expense. After a while, he withdrew his penis, and helped me stand up. My knees were a bit sore and stiff, so I was glad for the assistance. I was turned around and bent over his bed. He had one of those high beds that allowed me to bend at the waist and form an "L" as I placed my chest on the bed. My legs were again moved outward, which caused my ass to pop right into view. As I said previously, I had very little sexual information at my age, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going to happen to me. At best, my level of maturity and experience allowed me an abstract idea of what was going to happen. Having no idea of how this would feel, I got a little scared. My fear fed into my emotional state as well. I started to think of my reputation at school. My anxiety at being fucked in the ass was exacerbated by the knowledge that high school pecking orders are very fragile. I did know that the lowest point on the teenage social strata was someone who was labelled a fag. The hypocrisy was that neither I nor my friends actually knew what that was at the time. Unfortunately, I was about to find out, in real terms. The man wasn't rough. He stretched me open again with his thumbs. He then massaged my anus and lubed me up. He used Vaseline on his finger and inserted right into my rectum. I was a bit grossed out by this. I was also a bit confused as the sensation was both pleasant and discomforting at the same time. I felt like I had to poop, and I was scared I would do it in his bedroom and get punished. I also felt him hitting something in me that sent electrical shocks down my legs. Fortunately, my body was on the bed, so when my legs buckled, I didn't fall over. Unfortunately, every time my legs weakened, I was further impaled upon the digits entering my rectum. He then inserted two fingers which really stretched me open. This was becoming more painful, and I was getting more fearful about what I was about to endure. Just then, he started to hit that spot again, and my legs gave-way causing me to feel as if I had no control over my lower body. Again, my legs buckling caused me to be further impaled and left my anus at the mercy of the man's fingers. Soon, the moment of deflowering arrived. He casually withdrew his fingers from my anus, placed his cock at the opening and slowing, but decisively inserted his penis into my rectum. His penis was actually softer and less knobby than his fingers, so I preferred taking his penis over his knuckled fingers. His penis was a bit wider than his fingers, but much smoother and it seemed to fit into my anus like it was form-fitted. He slowly moved it in and out until he had the entire length in me. I knew he was all the way in when his pubic hair began to gently scratch my hairless butt. Part of me was mortified. I was now a bottom fag who had sucked and allowed this man to fuck me. I realized that my life would be over if anybody would ever know about this, and vowed to never let that transpire. I barely had the time to catalog my feelings when he started to piston his penis in and out of my anus. He went slowly at first, and gradually built up speed until he was really giving it to me. I was pinned against his bed, so I had no choice but to let him fill me up with his cock. He took pleasure from my body for what seemed like hours, but was probably only about 10 minutes. Soon, I felt his body stiffen, and his cock widen inside my ass. I knew he was cumming, but I couldn't really feel what was happening. I did feel him when he collapsed on my back and lay on top of me as he caught his breath. This was the first time I realized how much larger he was then I. He remained on me for a minute or two before unceremoniously pulling his semi hard cock out of my ass. He marched, still naked, into his en-suite bath and washed off his penis and hands. I was left to my muddled, chaotic thoughts, and my sore ass, as I lay on his bed. I don't know if I was too scared or numb to move, but I just remained half on and half off his bed. He soon returned and got dressed, all the while staring at his conquest. He helped me onto his bed where he proceeded to give me another inspection. First, he massaged my ass until he was sure I wasn't leaking--I didn't know if he meant his cum or my blood. Even though my ass was sore, his masculine hands kneading my butt cheeks felt reassuring. He then then rubbed down my legs and massaged my feet. He marveled at how small my feet were. He also liked how smooth they were. My feet were hyper sensitive from being burned on the parking lot pavement. Every touch felt agonizingly ticklish on my feet, and he enjoyed tickling me. He eventually rolled me onto my back, and lifted and splayed out my legs so he could have an unencumbered view of my cock, balls and abused ass. He just stood there for a few, agonizing minutes while he enjoyed the view. At this point, I was weary of being naked and ogled. I now understood how Adam and Eve felt after they discovered the wonders of sex and how it changed their outlook on nudity. Now, being naked was naughty and shameful! I really wanted to cover my body, but had to endure the man leering at me from very close proximity. I was also cognizant that the clothed man staring at me had just taken his pleasure at my body's expense. This made my nudity even more shameful for me. Adding to the discomfort of being naked, I was ready to go home and soak in a tub. I was hoping to wash away all signs that I blown, and been fucked by, another guy. I was embarrassed and didn't want anyone to see me naked anymore. This didn't deter him a bit. He reached out his hand and started to play with my still erect cock. He reached over and dabbed some Vaseline onto me and proceeded to jack me off. Now I hadn't even perfected my own technique for bringing myself pleasure so I was totally taken back when he started to pleasure me. It felt nice, but I was also embarrassed that he was watching me. He had an unhindered view as he gave me a handjob. He alternated looking at my face and my penis which only made me feel more vulnerable. What is worse, having someone watching me kept me from cumming, thus prolonging my agony. I had to lie there while he used his hairy, masculine hand to milk my hard as nails cock. Very soon, I felt like I was going to burst! I was afraid I was going to pee all over his bed, and this caused me to tense up to prevent such an accident. I didn't realize it at the time, but my holding back only made things worse. I thought my penis was literally going to explode. I don't mean I thought I would ejaculate, I mean I thought it was going to explode sideways and completely destroy my penis. Having the man's strong hand rubbing up and down and squeezing me only added to the pressure on my cock, and my fear. I was scared that if the pressure wasn't soon released that I would be a eunuch for the rest of my life. At the time, I thought that would be almost as bad as being called a fag. Just when I literally thought my penis would explode, I came! When people talk about erupting and oozing out gallons of cum, etc., they are exaggerating. However, when I say I erupted and shot cum over my head that splatting on the headboard, I am being accurate! The force with which I erupted was almost painful. I shot multiple loads of cum over my head before the pressure subsided and I shot a load or two onto my face and chest. Even though my first-ever orgasm, the one in June, was a unique and surprising experience, it paled greatly to the intensity of this orgasm. I was by myself when I had my first ever ejaculation. As a novel and very enjoyable sensation, I will always remember it! However, comparing this experience to my first is like comparing a whisper to a scream! I was totally overcome with my orgasm and at the mercy of my body--and the man manipulating it. Each time my penis and prostate spasmed, I felt like my crotch was being crushed and ripped open at the same time. I had two more, smaller spasms that dribbled onto my lower belly and pubic hair before I remembered to breathe. My entire body was oxygen-starved which probably added to the mental confusion I was feeling. On my second inhalation, I realized that the man was still jacking me off, but this time his rough palms were rubbing against my now overly sensitive glans. You know how sensitive your cock head becomes after you ejaculate. I had just had the mother of all ejaculations and a rough hand continued to stimulate my sensitive glans! I tried to squirm away, but he was enjoying rubbing my sensitive penis too much. He tightened his grip on my penis and cruelly rubbed his fat thumb across my sensitive skin. His squeezing of my shaft pushed more blood into the glans causing it to expand, and making it an easy target for his rough thumbpad. Just before I had another eruption--this time it would have been urine--he stopped and slapped me on my ass. I just lay there, totally spent. I didn't even care that he was staring at my naked body. I had no energy to roll over, ask him to look away or cover myself in any way. My ass was sore and unresponsive to my brain. My cock had just had the experience of its young life and my body was trying to re-oxygenate after me not breathing during an almost unbearable orgasm. I just lay there, totally spent, while he laughed at me. He took picked up a wash rag and wiped of his head board, before standing and staring at my helpless body. Before I could get my wits about me, he pulled me up and walked me back to his car. I was still a bit wobbly-kneed from my orgasm, so he had to guide me to the car. On the way, he grabbed a slightly larger towel but told me that was for the car seat. He placed the towel on the car seat and told me to get in. I guess the towel was to make sure I didn't leak any cum on his leather seat bottom. We drove to my address and he stopped. He didn't pull into a parking slot or the drive way, but sideways as if he was going to parallel park. He told me to get out and not to trespass on government property again. I looked up and a family was coming over the dunes and heading my way. They were about 500 yards away, so I had any chance to get inside without being spotted, it was now or never. I opened the door and tried to grab the towel as I slid out. He was ready for that, and had a hold of it, leaving me standing just inside his car door, still naked. I panicked again, and made a dash for the side door of my house. Once in my side yard, I jumped into our outside shower to hide and to wash off any sign that I had just been someone's sex toy. By now, my cum had dried onto my chest and face and even my sparse pubic hair, so washing that off was my first job. The cold water felt good and I even let some run down between my butt cheeks before shutting off the water. The cold water felt soothing as it careened over my abuse anus. I reached back to touch my abused pucker but that only made the pain worse. Immediately after touching my sore anus, my bowels defied me end expelled the man's semen. I was totally miserable squatting in the shower as I cleansed my bowels of his seed. Feeling totally defeated, I just hoped I would heal from this ordeal. I let the shower run some more to wash away the man's ejaculate before making my break for the house. As nonchalantly as I could, I walked from the outdoor shower over to the side entrance and opened the door. I moved slowly because I didn't want to draw any attention to myself, that and it was difficult to walk normally at the moment. I was also readying my excuse to give any family member for why I was walking into the house, naked. Fortunately, the house was empty and I was alone. I hobbled upstairs to my room as best I could with my sore ass and weak legs. I put on a pair of soft, cotton underwear and rested on my bed to contemplate what I had just been through. I lay there absorbed with self-loathing, especially about anyone seeing me naked again. I doubt I would even go shirtless to the beach! I felt dirty for every man I let look at me while in the shower line. The thought of looking at their naked bodies repulsed me. Unfortunately, I didn't have anyone with whom I could discuss my feelings. I didn't want anyone to know that I had given a guy a blow job, and certainly not that he fucked me until he deposited a load up my ass. As I ruminated about what happened to me, I convinced myself that everyone I would ever run into would be able to see that I had been fucked by another guy! I was certain that it was etched across my forehead! How could I ever go out in public again?clothed or not! Everyone would see that I was now a fag, and a cum bucket! My life was ruined! After an interminable period of self-recriminations, I was able to at least believe that not EVERYONE could see that I had been fucked by an older man. My panic subsiding, I made a vow to walk the straight and narrow. I would stay around the house and not venture past the local beach area. Needless to say, I wouldn't be sneaking into the military club anytime soon?although I did soon after my ass healed. However, that is another story.