Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:16:58 -0500 (EST) From: Clark Building Subject: JD and the Delivery Just to recap from last time, JD the large strong Corvette junkman, had in the form of horseplay moved toward me and made hip thrusting fuck motions causing me to retreat and all present had laughed at his aggressive and overt sexual taunt. But my eyes had met his and they said to me, "I want your cute little ass, so if you want my dick, you know where I'll be." My eyes had said to him, "Maybe I do." I was pretty certain he had the idea that I understood his offer and would consider it. It was not something we could discuss with all my straight friends there, so I would have to return by myself in secret. It was that need for secrecy and my fear of him that delayed my reaction. I changed my mind several times before my sexual drive and perverse curiosity brought me back about two weeks later. I actually sat in my car for awhile, waiting for other customers to leave and getting up my courage to go in. I knew that after about 4:00 PM there were few customers, so when my watch said 4:15 PM, I went inside and took a seat on the old couch in JD's office. There was a little bell on the outer door that would tell him when someone came in, but I knew how to keep it quiet by putting my hand on it with my fingers holding the clapper from striking the bell. I didn't want him to know I was in his office. I heard him clanking around in the back somewhere, moving some parts. I just waited for him to return. His office was a large room walled off from the entrance area where there was a counter where most transactions were done. Part of the counter lifted up so a person could go under it and around a corner then through a doorway into the office. That doorway was always open. There was a second doorway into the office down a dark hallway, but that door was always locked. The office itself was part living room, part storage area, and part business office with a small oak desk. The living room part contained a couch with coffee table in front of it and two large overstuffed arm chairs. His desk was facing the couch area so he could sit at his desk and talk to guests seated on the couch or in the arm chairs. The walls on each side were lined with shelves where he kept smaller and more valuable parts. All the big stuff was in the warehouse area to the rear or outside in the secured yard which was at least an acre in size. He had a mechanic who came in for a few hours in the morning to disassemble wrecked cars or to pull specific parts that had been ordered. In the afternoons, JD was there by himself. I knew his routine, so I just waited. I knew he would come back to his office and watch television when he finished clearing the area where his mechanic placed removed parts. As I waited there, I realized that the lights were off, which was normal, but he might be startled at seeing me there in the dim light. His reaction might be anger or even violence if he failed to recognize me right away. I thought he might even have a gun handy. Just in case, I got up and turned on the light. Before I could sit down again, he was there, the light in the open doorway had caught his eye. "Oh, it's you," he stammered, not seeming very surprised. "Hi, JD, how you doin'?" I asked. "I'm OK, Kid," he smiled, "I'm OK." I sat on the couch, looking a little nervous, I'm sure. He took a seat behind his desk. "Nice to see you. Where's your buddies?" he asked. "Not sure, haven't seen them today," I replied. He just smiled at me for awhile, thinking, I presumed. I just smiled back dumbly, waiting for his move that I knew was coming. He started to say something, stopped, started again, asking, "What's on your mind?" I hesitated, not sure what to say, but slowly and in a low voice, I said, "I think you invited me to come back by myself. You wanted me alone. I am here now. Did I understand? Do you want me to stay?" He smiled big and long, looked around the room, and said, "You want a beer?" He was halfway to the fridge before I could say "yes." He handed me a can of Coors and left the room for about 15 seconds. I heard him lock the outer door and saw him take the phone off the hook. When he came back, he got himself a beer from the fridge, then he sat at the other end of the couch. "What's the deal with you and those other guys you come in here with?" he wanted to know. "Just friends. That's all," I said. "No monkey business?" he asked. "No," I replied. We drank a few sips before he asked, "You wanna be my girlfriend - - You want my cock?" I laughed at his directness and, being a touch coy, said, "Maybe." We drank more, just looking each other in the eyes. "Be right back, " he said. He went down a hallway to the bathroom. After the toilet flushed, I could hear him at the sink for a long time, washing up, bushing his teeth. When he came back, he was not wearing anything but boxer shorts and flipflops on his feet. The dirty floor made going barefoot unthinkable, at least to me. He sat near the middle of the couch and said, "Come `ere." I scooted over on the couch to him and he unbuttoned my shirt, pulled the shirttail out of my pants and removed the shirt, then had me raise my arms and pulled my undershirt off over my head. "Standup," he commanded and I stood before him. He ran his hands over my flat stomach and up around my chest, his fingers lingering on my nipples which were instantly erect as was my modest but very stiff little prick. I was wearing tennis shorts and canvas shoes. The latter remained on, but my shorts came down and off in an instant with my undies. I was stark naked except for the shoes and he ran his big hands from my ankles to my midback, with prolonged squeezing of my firm little ass. My stiff little cock was pointed at his face, but he ignored it completely, finally taking an old couch pillow and having me kneel on it between his legs. He had me so aroused that I was literally dying to see his cock. There was no further delay. I knelt before him and he pulled down the elastic of his boxers, releasing his fully erect cock for my oral services. I was not the biggest that I had ever seen, but all the bigger ones were in porn movies. Of the real life cocks I ever saw, his was about the largest, or at least the hardest. It was really rigid and nicely shaped. The head was reasonably slender, not all mushroomed like some. The cock was not fat in the middle like some, but uniformly tubular and straight. "Very nice, " I thought as I lowered my head and took the nice man's pretty prick into my little mouth. That he would become less nice later in the afternoon, never occurred to me. I found the length of his cock very pleasant in that I could take a lot of it into my mouth and still have enough left to jack off with my hand. It seemed so natural and smooth that I was surprised and disappointed when he stopped me and he got up off the couch. I had just assumed that I would get a nice mouthful of hot cum and we would have another beer before I did it again. Not so fast. A good suck was just a beginning for him. "I'm gonna fuck you, Boy. You ready for that?" Not so much a question, as a Notice of What's Next. I got scared. It was a big cock, bigger than I had ever taken before and it had been a long time since I was fucked. Still, I did go there of my own free will and knew deep inside that he would do it to me and that there was no escape once I got his blood boiling. "Are you sure it will fit?" I asked pathetically. "You can scream all you want, " he replied, "nobody will hear you." I thought, "Oh, shit." But I was excited nevertheless. I had forgotten how bad the pain could be. I hadn't noticed but he had brought back from the bathroom a first aid kit which he left on his desk. He now opened it and took out a tube of burn ointment made mostly of Vaseline. He pulled me to my feet, led me to an overstuffed armchair. Turning it around, he bent me over the back of the chair and spread my legs. My feet barely touched the floor and my ass was just high enough for him to fuck me. The burn ointment was cold as he took a gob on his middle finger and worked it into my tight little anus. After several gobs were so applied, his big fingers slid easily into my hole and I thought I was ready for him. He greased his pole and jacked it a few times to gain rigidity then began to push it against my dainty little hole. Push, push, push, I bore down as they say, to open my rectum, push, push, push, I was beginning to feel the pain of entry, my heart raced, I was breathing hard and whimpering girlishly. Still he pushed, harder and harder, thrusting over and over. Stop, more lubricant. Then again, thrusting hard, till finally as tears came to my eyes, in popped the head through my anus and the real fucking began. A horrible fullness and incessant pain set into my ass and I couldn't seem to catch my breath enough to cry out, so I just groaned with each inbound stroke as he pumped into me, holding me by my hips so I couldn't slide away. The chair wanted to move away under his assault on my butt, but his grip on me was strong. When he got into a sustained rhythm, he finally spoke, "This what you wanted, Kid? Is it good? You're gonna have my baby, Sweetheart." I was too stressed to answer, but the pain was becoming more bearable with each passing minute and I found myself wanting it to last longer, fearing he would unload before I got to the enjoyable stage, assuming there was one coming. I barely felt my own orgasm, but I knew when I ejaculated and the throbbing of my asshole was diminishing. I sensed his release was near by the increased frequency of his strokes and his heavy breathing. I thought also that his dick was larger or harder, but there was still enough pain that I was unsure about that. Sure enough, he went faster and faster and made some grunting sounds as he pumped his jizz into my ass. I didn't feel it, but I could picture it in my mind, squirting up my colon. Then suddenly, it was over. He went to the bathroom to wash his dick and he brought me some paper towels to wipe my ass. I was bloody and sore. I went in the bathroom and used wet paper towels on my asshole until finally the bleeding stopped. I got dressed. He said, "Come back anytime; I will give you a good deal on Vett parts," then he laughed and rubbed the top of my head with a big hand. I said, "Thank you," and went out the door wondering why I was thanking him. Same reason I went back for more, I guess.