Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:30:45 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: My First Time With Dan (Part 2)

Dan Shanklee had just let me blow him in the restroom of my parent's truck
stop and as he had pulled me to my feet, he'd pinned me to the wall with a
solemn warning.
                "Not a word to your parents."
                I nodded as the lights flickered again inside the small
five by five foot room we stood in. Outside, a storm had blown up and
inside the truck stop proper, I was sure my parents would be wondering
where I was. My jeans were tight against me and Dan's dick against my
crotch was only making it worse.
                "So what now?" I asked him in a small voice.
                "Now, we wait for this rain to ease up and get you back in
there with your mom." Dan said, hoisting his pants up to his waist. As his
fingers found the fastener, I laid my trembling hand on his to stop him
from putting away that gorgeous, hooded cock. "No, little man, I'm enough
trouble with you as it is. I don't need to add to it."
                "You're only in trouble if I say anything." I offered, my
fingers trailing his stomach. "Don't put it away yet. It's still raining
outside and we're stuck in here right? We might as well see what else you
can do with it."
                I was hoping he'd jerk off for me. He let his pants slide a
little on his hips and I knew I'd convinced him.
                "Take your pants down, then." Dan said in a gruff but
hushed voice. "Turn around and face the sink. I don't want this to hurt
you."
                I didn't know what he was talking about but I did what he
said. I slid my jeans and underwear down my thin legs and faced the sink,
seeing Dan in the mirror as he moved in behind me. Taking hold of the hem
of his t-shirt, he brought it up over his head and laid it over the
hand-sanitizer dispenser.  Reaching around me, he turned on the water and
let it run. Then, to my surprise, he yanked my jeans all the way down,
telling me to step out of them. It was difficult with my shoes on but when
I was rid of them, he laid them on the tank of the toilet. Then, he lifted
me up and told me to put my knees on the sides of the sink, and I did as he
told me to. With the warm water from the sink and a few squirts of the soap
dispenser, he started rubbing my crack and asshole with his gentle, steady
fingers. I'd never had someone wash me here before and certainly not like
this but as I watched him in the mirror, I didn't care what this hairy bear
did to me.
                "Clean as glass, little man." Dan said, easing me back down
to the floor. "You sure you want to do this? It's going to hurt a little at
first."
                I shook my head and put my hands on the side of the sink.
                Dan stepped in behind me and I felt the soft head of his
dick sliding along my crack. More soap from the dispenser was slathered in
the crack of my ass and Dan's left arm snaked around my waist. In the
mirror over the sink, I watched his face tighten with concentration and
then the sensation that I was being opened up hit me. It was the head of
his cock on my asshole that made me jump in his arm. Assuring me silently
that this was going to be feeling good soon, I didn't say anything as he
let the soft head push into me.  Gripping the sides of the small sink, I
watched in the mirror as his hairy torso flexed. He wasn't a weightlifter
but he wasn't bad to look at, either.
                The first stab of pain shot from my asshole to my brain and
I grabbed the sink harder. At the same instant I was about to scream, Dan's
meaty hand clamped over my mouth. His face was near mine and I heard him in
my ear, his voice raspy and guttural.
                "Not a word, little man!" I he said. "I told you it would
hurt but you have to relax to take it proper. Don't tense up, just let me
get inside you."
                With his hand still over my mouth, I nodded and tried my
best to do what he'd said and relax. I felt his other hand working my shirt
up over my back and then the wiry thickness of his hairy chest rubbing
against me. I don't know if it was the hair on his chest, the ape-grab he
had me in or the intruding cock in my ass but my teen-age body was suddenly
on fire. My cock was begging to be touched in some way so I pressed it
against the sink and began rubbing it back and forth against the porcelain.
Dan took this movement as some kind of indication and shoved what had to be
the whole thing into me.  This time, I screamed with the pain but his hand
held firm and the sound was absorbed by his meaty fingers. The weight of
his body on mine was comforting in a way. His meaty arm held me tighter
than before and I felt the stiffness of his stubbly face against my soft
cheek.
                "I'm sorry, little man," Dan said softly, kissing my cheek.
"I thought you were ready." He added, nuzzling me, kissing me, his tongue
giving me shivers as it rounded on my earlobe. "Want me to stop?"
                I shook my head "no". The pain in my poor ass was fading a
bit. The heat that was coming off of Dan's hairy body seemed like it was
seeping into me, helping me to relax. He moved a little and I winced. It
was a quick half-stab of pain in my ass from his movement but it faded too.
                "You sure, little man?" Dan asked, still kissing my cheek
and sucking on my earlobe. "You sure you don't want me to stop?"
                "No," I said when Dan's hand moved off of my mouth. "No,
don't stop, Uncle Dan."
                Looking in the mirror, I watched Dan's face melt into one
of touched softness. He smiled at me, hooked my chin with his finger and
turned my face toward his. He pressed his lips to mine and it must have
relaxed every muscle in my body. The tightness of his arm under me
decreased, the fullness in my ass was slightly less and this decrease in
tension allowed Dan to move his hips back a bit. This time, there was no
real pain but tight discomfort. Dan's tongue touched my lips and I
instinctively opened my mouth for it. He was as gentle with his tongue as
he was with his dick, both sliding inside slowly.
                Releasing the sink, I took hold of Dan's arms instead. I
wanted as much contact with him as I could get. Outside, thunder rolled and
the rain was still pounding the door. I thought briefly of what my parents
were going to think of me being gone so long. I thought of Dan's steak
dinner getting cold while he got so hot against me here in this
closet-sized bathroom. It wasn't until I felt Dan's dick jerk inside of my
tight ass that I thought of right where we were and what was happening. For
the first time in my young life, I was getting fucked and fucked by a man I
worshipped! Dan's hairy body pressed against me as he pushed himself back
into me, his tongue slipping against mine.  There was still a great deal of
pain as he entered me again but with the pain, there was a warmth that made
it easier to bear.
                "Oh, little man," Dan moaned when he broke the kiss. "You
feel so good, little man."
                "So do you, Uncle Dan." I said, feeling my own dick jerk.
                "Ease back, baby." Dan whispered, his thick fingers
trailing my stomach to close around my cock and pull it away from the
sink. "We'll go at your pace. Move back when you're ready, little man."
                He'd called me baby.
                I did what he said, easing myself backward against him and
felt his dick fill me up again. I also felt his hand working my own dick
and I knew that tightening I felt in my ballsac. I couldn't form real words
as Dan's hand worked me from top to bottom.
                "Sweet." Dan moaned behind me and I felt thick fingers on
my tender ass. He kneaded me the same way my mother kneaded dough, taking
large handfuls of my flesh and working it through his fingers. "Sweet boy,
thank you." He said in soft tones, kissing my neck and jaw.
                This hairy man settled into a rhythm with me, both of us
pressed against the sink. As the lights flickered again, Dan's dick slid
into me in one smooth motion while his hand settled into my sparse pubic
bush. When he pulled his dick out to the head, his hand was at the head of
my own. On my face were the remnants of tears I hadn't known I'd cried but
Dan had kissed the majority of them away. I was making small sounds against
him as he fucked me.
                "Want to go faster?" Dan asked, looking at me through the
mirror in front of us.
                "Is it going to hurt?" I asked, slightly nervous.
                "Maybe, little man." Dan said softly. "If it does, we'll
slow back down."
                I nodded, holding Dan's arm against me. Behind me, I
watched him reach back and pull on his right nipple, sweat covering his
upper body. I wondered if that felt good and with a soft voice, I asked him
to do the same thing to me. Smiling, he reached under me and I felt a jolt
shoot through me as his fingers closed on my pink nipple and squeeze.
Turning the flesh in his fingers, I jerked against him.
                "Wow," Was all I could manage as the sensation flooded me.
                "Nice, huh, little man?" Dan asked as he began to work his
hips again. "Uncle Dan will make you feel really nice."
                "You already have."
                In the mirror, I saw Dan smile at me.  I felt him seem to
get thicker in my ass as he started moving against me again. His hand
gripped my cock tighter and I knew I was close to shooting. Behind me,
Dan's hairy body started working faster, his dick opening me up a little
more with each forward movement. He began to make a deep grunting sound as
he fucked me. It felt good, overall, but alongside the nice warm feeling, I
had a twinge of pain with each of his entries. My own pleasure as Dan
jerked me off made it better.
                "Little man," Dan grunted, his hairy stomach rubbing my
back as he fucked me. "I'm going to shoot soon! You want it inside you?"
                "Please!" I said before I thought about it. "Me too, Uncle
Dan...I'm close!"
                By now, the gentle rhythm of Dan's dick in my ass was
feeling better. As he increased his tempo, the feeling started to spread
through me. I was pushing back against him and loving the feeling of being
full of him. I also loved the gentle scrape of Dan's hairy body against my
smooth one and the tightening of my balls as Dan's hand worked my dick. The
feelings welling up in me were about to drown me. Everything Dan was doing
to me was like sensory overload. Coincidentally, as I felt my body tense,
thunder crashed outside.
                "Uncle Dan..." I whimpered, raising myself up off the sink
and against him. "I'm going...to..."
                "Shoot, little man!" Dan rasped against me, his mouth
kissing my jaw and cheek. "Come on, shoot that sweet stuff for me!" He went
on, still slipping his fist over my cock.
                In the mirror in front of us, I watched my "stuff" shoot in
a long, upward arch and land on the sink I'd been leaning on. Another long
shot followed and the third shot up over Dan's fist, running down his
fingers to land on the floor.
                "Shit!" Dan said, holding me tight to him. "Shit, little
man!"
                Inside my tight hole, I felt Dan's dick throb and a warm
shot of something inside me. I put it together in my head that it was just
like what had happened to me just now. The only difference, I knew, as I
felt the same kind of warmth shooting against me, was that the slick,
creamy stuff was shooting up inside of me. His "stuff" was inside me and I
was loving the thought of it. I watched his face in the mirror, his eyes
closed, his mouth came open, and I was thrilled that I was causing him so
much pleasure. When his eyes opened, they met mine and he smiled at me.
                I felt his dick slide out of me but Dan didn't let go of
me. He turned me in his arms and I was pressed against his hairy chest.
Those same lips that had been kissing my cheek kissed me full on my own and
I felt this tongue in my mouth again. The meaty fingers that had jerked me
off slid over the globes of my ass and squeezed as the kiss deepened. If I
hadn't already been in love with Dan, I would have been when the kiss
ended.
                "Let's clean you up, little man." He said softly.  "And get
you back inside."
                "Can we do this again?" I asked anxiously, letting Dan's
gentle hands turn me back to the sink. "Please, Uncle Dan?" I asked, my
dick hardening again as I felt Dan's fingers on my asshole.
                "We have to be careful, little man." He said softly, the
toilet tissue in his hand cleaning his stuff from my ass. "But I don't see
why not."
                When he'd cleaned me up, he pulled up my jeans and even
fastened them for me. He fastened his own pants and brought his shirt back
down over his hairy chest and stomach.  I felt a little sad about
that. When we were both dressed, he kissed me again, that deep and soulful
kiss I'd grown to love.
                "You go in first and say that you were stuck in here when
the rain started." Dan told me, rubbing his finger along the bridge of my
nose. "I'll follow in a few minutes and say that I'd been stuck in my
truck. Remember, we don't talk about this."
                And I hadn't until now. Dan still visits from time to time
and each time he fucks me, he calls me "little man" and takes me from
behind like that first time in that closet-sized bathroom during a
thunderstorm. Something in my chest jumps when I see a big rig but
something else jumps in my jeans when that big rig turns down my driveway
and I know that Uncle Dan's at the wheel and will need a nice, warm place
to stay and a nice warm hole to use. Lucky for us, I am happy to provide
both!