Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2001 18:46:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Sean S Subject: "Too Far" (M/t oral anal true) The following story contains scenes of explicit sex between an adult male and a teenaged boy. The story is true, from my own life, so if you're offended work it out in therapy or something. Your comments, reactions, whatever are welcome at seabear36@yahoo.com "Too Far" by Seabear When I was 16, I had a summer job doing yard cleanup and weeding at a steel plant in Seattle. I pretty much knew I was gay by then. I'd jerked off a lot with a friend from the time we were ten until we were 15 or so, and I'd had a hell of a crush on another boy in middle school. After two years of flirting and testing each other, I finally had sex with him and then he never called me again. My only experiences since then were showing off to men at the urinals - not waving it in their face, but keeping it out of my pants for a few moments after I was done peeing so they could look at it. I sort of liked having men look at me that way. There was a locker room in a small building near the main rolling mill that was empty unless it was time for shift change. I used to go in there to one of the toilet stalls every once in a while to jack off. I was usually thinking about one of the other boys that I worked with on yard clean-up, Ryan - he was a year or two younger than I and cuter than hell. One day, we'd been working along the fence line behind the scrap heap. The sun coming off the metal was intense, so we took our shirts off. Ryan's chest was driving me crazy. We were weeding, and I kept myself behind him watching his back and shoulders move under the sun and his ass moving beneath his jeans. We had lunch in our usual spot alongside the Ship Canal, shirts off and enjoying the breeze. I sat close to him and our arms and shoulders kept touching. About half an hour after we got back to work, I couldn't stand it anymore and excused myself to "take a dump." I headed into the locker room. No one was in there, and no one would be for another two hours or so. I went into the showers and looked around. I was feeling a little naughty and horny, so I pulled out my cock and started beating off in there. I imagined taking a shower with the boy, washing his back and then kneeling in front of him and taking his cock into my mouth. The front door to the locker room opened and I quickly jammed my cock back in my pants. I waited a second, wondering what the hell to do. It's a bit odd to be in the shower room and not be taking a shower... One of the men that worked at the plant, the guy that operated the big magnetic scrap crane, walked past the shower entrance and saw me. "What the hell you doing in there?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips. He was about my dad's age, late thirties, and had the long Bob Seger-style haircut and beard that was popular with blue collar types at the time (early 80's). I muttered something about looking for a mop for the janitor, but I could tell he didn't buy it. He opened his locker and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was taller than I, solidly built but not fat or husky at all. He was in shape from hard work, not from working out in a gym. I came out of the showers just as he pulled off his shirt. My heart started pounding. His chest was hairy, with firm pecs and a flat stomach that disappeared into his jeans. His shoulders and upper arms were hairless and smooth, but his lower arms were hairy and powerful. I'd never looked at a man's chest before, never really saw the power and strength and control a well-shaped hairy chest exudes. "Leaving early?" I asked, pausing. I knew if I could hesitate just a few more seconds I'd see him in his boxers. Or even naked. He nodded, resting one hand on the wall as he untied one boot then the other. "I'm going fishing this afternoon. Too nice a day to waste working." I nodded as he pulled off his socks and threw them in the bottom of his locker. He glanced at me a second, grinned, and then started undoing his belt buckled. "You like fishing, kid?" "Yes," I said. I could hear my own voice, high and tight. My mouth was dry. He turned away from me as he slid off his jeans and boxers in one shot. I stared at his ass, shockingly white under the broad and tanned back. He threw his pants in the locker, grabbed his towel and soap and turned around. I stared at his cock, so much bigger than mine and the other's I'd seen so close. It was thick, heavy looking, cut and surrounded by a thick patch of hair. "You ought to come with me sometime, " he said. I looked at his face, and he winked at me and headed into the showers. And I thought I was horny before... I headed into a toilet stall, latched the door shut and had my pants around my ankles in a second flat. I sat for a moment, wondering if I really should be jerking off with someone so close but at 16 you answer when the cock calls. I started jerking off, trying to keep quiet and listening to make sure the shower was still going. I closed my eyes and thought about the man I'd just seen. "If you pull it much harder, it might come off," I heard him say. I opened my eyes and saw him looking over the door. I'd been going for a few minutes, but the water was still running. He'd snuck up on me. "Open the door," he said, his voice heavy and low. I did. He stepped in to the stall and stood in front of me. He closed the door behind him turned to face me. His cock was semi-hard, still pointing down but getting thicker and fatter as I watched. It was inches from my face. I looked up at his face, and he smiled and put one hand on the back of my head and pulled it toward him. I let him, and kissed the head of his penis. It was still wet from the shower, and he smelled of man and Ivory and shampoo. His wet hand caressed the back of my head, his fingers running through my hair. I opened my mouth and brought the hardening cock in. It tasted perfect. He grew and swelled as I sucked on him, moving my lips back and forth across his thick shaft and letting my tongue explore the ridges and folds. When it was hard, I pulled my lips off it and looked at it, at the ramrod straight shaft under a large, round head. He told me to stand up. I did, and he kneeled in front of me. He licked my belly, nuzzled his face against my nuts, and then took my cock into his mouth. It was incredible. The sounds he made seemed loud, obscene slurping and gulping noises. I worried about someone hearing us but then I didn't give a damn. He reached one hand up between my thighs, up higher until it cupped my ass from between my legs. He worked his thumb closer to my asshole until he was drawing tight circles around it. He moved his hand so his index finger was poking around the edges of it. I closed down. I remembered getting fucked by David, my middle school crush, and that had hurt bad at first. David had been my size, though. He was too big. There's no way. "Relax, baby," he said between licks on my cockshaft, "open up." He spit on his finger and started to massage around the hole more. I'd never been massaged like that. My ass responded on it's own. I beared down on his finger, and with a jolting pop it entered me. I heard him moan a little, and I yelped in surprise. He started moving his finger in and out as he sucked my cock. His breathing through his nose got louder and faster. Suddenly, he pulled out his finger in a sudden move and my ass felt empty. He stood up, told me to wait and left the stall. He brought back a bottle of hand lotion from his locker. "Turn around," he said. I shook my head. He just grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. He pulled me close to him. I felt his cock jabbing me in the back, around my kidneys, and felt those powerful arms wrap around my chest and pull me close. I could feel the hair on my shoulder blades. He kissed the back of my neck, nibbled on my ears, kissed my cheeks as his fingers played around the outside of my asshole and between my legs. He lowered both of us down. I let him bend me forward, over the toilet seat. I put my hands on the pipes behind the tankless toilet and spread my legs. My mind didn't want this to happen. I knew he'd rip me apart if he tried to put that monster in me. But I couldn't stop. I'd gone too far to turn back. I heard him squirt the lotion into his and and I turned to watch him lube his cock. He ran lubed fingers up and around my ass. "It'll fit, baby," he said, noticing my fearful gaze. "It'll hurt, but it'll fit." He scooted forward, putting his left hand on my shoulder and using his right to guide the monster toward my hole. "No," I said. He didn't believe it either. He pressed it against my ass, and I clamped down to keep him out. "Relax, baby, it'll feel good I promise." I tried, but I couldn't. He tried to pull me toward him with the hand on my shoulder, but I resisted. He leaned forward, began kissing my back and neck and ears while massaging my asshole with his finger. It popped in easily. I could feel myself loosen. He pulled the finger out and in one sharp jab slammed the head of his cock past the sphincter. I yelped, tried to move away from him but both his hands held my hips firmly in place. He started slowly rocking back and forth, moving his massive cock just a half inch deeper each time. The pain was excruciating. I was being stretched too far. I wondered if it would ever go back to being closed again. I asked him to stop, pleaded with him to let up on the assault. He ignored me, telling me "Just a few more and I'll be there" or "It'll get better, I promise." I realized that he was going to go until he came. I wasn't going to stop. And I didn't want him to stop. I wanted this. I wanted to know that I'd brought him off. I wanted him to desire me the next time he saw me. I wanted to drive him crazy, just like David had driven me crazy. I screwed my eyes tight, took a deep breath, and impaled myself all the way on to him. I just pounded my ass back, taking him all in in one quick move. He moaned, his fingernails digging in to my flanks. "Jesus, boy," he said, " didn't expect that." He slowly pulled his cock out. It hurt when he pulled the head out slowly, but as soon as it was out my ass felt empty and cold. He put more lube on his cock and began to slide it back in. It was easier. Still a little painful, but as he started fucking me I began feeling part of what I'd only glimpsed at with David. The huge shaft and thick head were pressing down on my prostate. My whole groin was tingling. I felt like I had to shit and pee at the same time from all the pressure, but soon I adapted or something and all I felt was the white hot friction around my opening, the amazing whole body tingle a good prostate massage gives you, and the incredible feeling of this huge piston working my young ass. I grabbed my cock and started jerking off as he nailed me. I began grunting with each stroke, a deep grunt I'd never made before that was coming from someplace in my chest. He put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, but I couldn't stop. His thrusts got deeper and slower. My legs began to buckle with convulsions as an orgasm started deep inside me. I started spraying the toilet bowl with watery semen and then the shockwave hit. I started pumping what seemed like gallons of come onto the floor as he started pounding me violently, jamming me forward until me head was almost hitting the pipes. My orgasm kept coming, my ass tightening and milking the invader. He gave a tremendous thrust, jamming me against the toilet and wall, his fingernails digging deep enough to draw blood. I could feel the waves of come moving down his shaft as he unloaded into me. I felt liquid dribbling out of my ass and dripping onto my balls. He jammed into me a couple more times, deeply, trying to bury his entire body deep inside me. He stopped, breathing heavy, then slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. I quickly got up on the toilet as come and lube drained out of me. He looked at me. He squeezed one last drop of come out of his cock onto his index finger and wiped it against my mouth. I licked my lips and looked up at him. "Yeah, I'll have to take you fishing sometime." He walked out. I did see him again, but that's another story. I'd been gone almost an hour by the time I got back. Ryan looked at me strangely for a moment. "Must have been a hell of a poop," he said, grinning. I smiled back and didn't say anything. __________________ Comments, suggestions and feedback are welcome at seabear36@yahoo.com.