Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2018 12:48:28 -0500 (EST) From: Freddy E. Subject: The Summer I Became An Adult The Summer I Became An Adult By Cresive Please support NiftyArchive!! ---------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to relate a, mostly, true story to the readers of NiftyArchive. This adventure actually happened. I say mostly true, becaue this is how my then addled brain remembers the events and I may have a fact or two misconstrued. As many of my avid readers will remember, I was a late bloomer and even today, still have a baby face that makes me look years younger than I am. When I was in Highschool, this was a burden--especially if I wanted to sneak into a bar! Today, I don't mind it as much, but that is another story. This story takes place the Summer after Highschool. I was working several jobs, trying to save up for college in the Fall. I had to pay my entire way through college and money was very tight. I was able to land a couple jobs that paid decently, and delivered furniture and other odd jobs to earn as much as I could. The reason I am telling you all this information is to illustrate that, although I did have many friends, I didn't have much social life because I was so busy. One of my many jobs was working as a sandwich maker at a hip, new deli. This was hard work, but it paid well, and fed me. I would keep this job through most of my college career, again because it fed me. Another job was working for a retail company, although I was working in an office, not in the store. My boss was a nice guy, and a friend of the family which enabled me to get a better paying position than just working a register. I was still at the bottom of the totem pole, so I my job description changed on a daily basis. I didn't mind, as I would rather keep busy as the day would pass much faster. I was very parsimonious and managed to save quite a bit of money for school. I also was able to fix up a wreck of a car so that I could get between my jobs. If I could, I would actually ride my bike which wasn't too cumbersome and saved money on gas. Being so busy, and cheap, I didn't get out of the house much, and other than my jobs, I didn't do very much that Summer. That all changed about mid-July! I was working in my retail job when a handsome man walked into the office. When I say handsome, that doesn't do him justice. He was so handsome, that I stopped what I was doing and my eyes followed him as he entered the office and had a look around. My bug-eyed face followed him as he casually said hello to people and looked around to get his bearings. He had an air of authority about him, but there was something else that had me awe-struck. I couldn't take my eyes off him and I kept trying to get a better look at his handsome face without being too obvious. Typical for me, I was unsuccessful, and he noticed my staring, smiled and introduced himself. His name was Robert Clark, and he walked over to me and shook my hand. I stammered my name, shook his hand and tried to extricate myself from an embarrassing situation. Even though I was awestruck, I was still a bashful teenager and to be overtly noticed was the worst possible outcome for me. Just then, my boss rushed over to save me--actually he rushed over to make sure he welcomed Mr. Clark to the office. The two men walked back to my boss' office and I continued to stare at the muscular shoulders and tight ass of Mr. Clark. His tailored suit fit his body like a glove and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I haven't had such a reaction to anyone in a very long time'the last was with a girl I dated my sophomore year. I couldn't get enough of Mr. Clark and made excuses to walk past my boss' office to get another look at him. Now, I will describe him, but my description will not do his beauty justice. Mr. Clark was about six-feet-one, maybe 225 lbs, he had a handsome, round face with a smile that could melt you where you stand. He did have a cock-sure dignity about the way he carried himself, and he had that charisma that successful politicians have--the kind where everyone they meet is an instant friend, and he possessed a smile could that disarm a prison guard. Even his clothes were sharp and made you want to be around him. I was young and his aura of power was just as seductive as his incredible good looks. Other than someone who took my breath away, I didn't know anything else about the man. I would soon find out though. My boss was very nervous about Mr. Clark, so I figured he must be an officer with the company. That made my fascination over him even more dangerous! If Mr. Clark knew I was lusting over him, he may fire me and ruin any future applications for employment. I decided that I needed to leave him alone and find a corner to hide in. After a while, my boss introduced everyone to Mr. Clark and told them to be on their P's and Q's around him. Mr. Clark gave a chuckle when I was introduced. He made a loud announcement that we were old friends and he looked forward to working with me. Being a shy kid by nature, this overture made me want to crawl into a hole. I was embarrassed that I was singled out in front of my more senior co-workers. In addition, he made it seem as if I was the boss's favorite and I had only met him twenty minutes before. As expected, I did get some ribbing from the office workers, but mostly everyone was scared to death of Mr. Clark. I was too naive to understand how having the big boss around was much different, so I just went about my day; doing what I was told. What I didn't know, is that my face would smile every time I saw Mr. Clark, and he naturally responded to my reaction thinking I was friendlier that I really was. My fascination with Mr. Clark also drew me to him more so than I normally would have allowed. I would try to catch glimpses of him and my eyes followed him around the office. The end result was that I had many more interactions with Mr. Clark than someone of my lowly position should have. Mr. Clark didn't make my life easy. He would often single me out as the brunt of his jokes. Today, I would have either returned-in-kind, or at least realized his joking was a way to endear himself. However, being as bashful as I was, each joke or public attention only caused me to turn beet red and want to disappear. Mr. Clark was either cruel, or thought my blushing was cute and continued to draw attention to me. This went on for a few weeks and made me think I was disappointing everyone in the office. My co-workers were either jealous of the attention I received, were relieved it was me who had the limelight, or just piled on with the criticisms. Fortunately, my stubborn streak kicked in and the ribbing just caused me to double down on my work which then fed into the cycle of public attention. To make a longer story shorter, I worked my ass off trying to not disappoint my boss or Mr. Clark. The more attention I was given, the harder I worked. Mr. Clark eventually began to notice me more, and even started to congratulate me on achievements here and there. Having him put his muscular hand on my shoulder as he gave me an "attaboy!" would cause my knees to buckle. Mr. Clark also started to frequent the deli in which I worked and continued his teasing of me to my boss there. For some reason at that time, I figured all bosses knew each other, so I figured there was a conspiracy to make my life miserable. I couldn't get away from him if I tried, but I never tried as I still relished every minute I had with him. His sandwiches were always a little more special than normal which made him frequent the deli more often. One day, I was told to get two hotel rooms for a site visit at newly established office of the company. Being eighteen, I had no idea of how to do this. I had to learn as I went, but I found the address of the other branch, researched local hotels, and made the registrations. You have to remember, this was MANY years before the internet, so I had to find and use a local directory and a map. Fortunately, I had actually spent a lot of my life in the town growing up, so everything wasn't too foreign to me. I was rather proud of myself for successfully navigating the task and presented the reservations to my boss. In the spirit of full disclosure, I mentioned that I grew up in the area which seemed to garner some attention from both bosses. Mr. Clark was in my boss' office, and suggested that I assist him in the inspection and tour, especially since I knew the area. My boss was taken aback, but since he didn't want to go, he threw me under the bus and told me to accompany Mr. Clark. I would be gone for three days, and had to coordinate with my other jobs, but since I thought this would be important, I worked my schedules to allow me to go. I also had the idea that I would have Mr. Clark to myself and could get to know him better. This thought motivated me to make the trip workout. Fortunately, The deli owner was actually proud of me for being so industrious that I was being groomed for management in the company. I didn't really think of the trip as such an event, as I hadn't been on a business trip in my entire life. We were also only going a few hours down the road, and to a town where I had actually lived for a few years, so it wasn't like I was going to Hawaii or some exotic location. On the day of our departure, Mr. Clark met me at the office, packed my suitcase into his Mercedes and we were off. I would normally have been a chatterbox the entire trip, but when I climbed into his car, I was suddenly embarrassed and overcome with fear. It was only after I climbed into the car that I realized that I would be alone with my Adonis (who was my boss' boss)for the next three days! No more furtive glances, no escape into my work or another office, but together! I barely remember the drive to my old hometown. I do remember that the car smelled of Mr. Clark. I took in some deep breaths to burn the smell into my brain. The smell almost soothed me, but I was still petrified of messing up my life on this trip. My aloof mood must have been obvious as Mr. Clark would put his hand on my leg to try to get me to calm down, but that only made things worse! I was already sexually excited by the sight, and now smell, of the man. Having him place his big hand on my leg only made my body tingle and engorge my cock. The styles back then didn't really leave much to the imagination when it came to such things, so if he kept the attention up, it would be very obvious how I felt about him. Have you ever been in such a surreal situation? I was petrified that I was going to do something stupid in front of my boss' boss. On top of that, I was also petrified that I would slip and let Mr. Clark know that I was infatuated with him. conversely, I wanted to endear myself to Mr. Clark. I was having sexual fantasies that I had never had before over this man. Therefore, I never moved my leg when Mr. Clark placed his hand on it. All I did was try to register everything about how his hand felt when he put it on my body. His hand felt warm and reassuring--and like sexual dynamite! All of these sensations overwhelmed my brain and all I managed to do was answer any questions with single syllable responses, and tried to look at the dashboard or the scenery whizzing by. Mr. Clark thought my mood entertaining so he peppered me with questions about my life, growing up in the target city, etc. I guess he didn't mind having a brain-dead teenager as a travel companion. I think he actually placed his hand on my leg just before asking me a question to see how it would affect me as I tried to answer him. He knew the game he was playing and I was powerless and too inexperienced to do anything but allow this powerful man to manipulate me. The one talent I did have was as a navigator. I found our hotel without much trouble and we were soon unpacking the car. I only had a single suitcase, but Mr. Clark had a few bags and a suit bag. I figured my job was to be his personal valet, but he had a bell hop take our stuff. Since the hop was my age, I felt weird handing him my stuff, but I did as I was told and followed Mr. Clark to the front desk. Here is where my life changed. I had screwed up the reservations, royally!! Mr. Clark gave me a furrowed brow and stern look when he found out that there was only a single room reserved. That meant we would have to share a room! Fortunately, his cheery demeanor returned and he accepted the single room. In my confusion, I only hoped that Mr. Clark didn't think I messed up the reservations so I could see him naked!! Again, I had failed him and I felt like crap--although, I was intrigued with the idea of seeing Mr. Clark in the nude! The mixed emotions only increased the ongoing confusion my brain was trying to comprehend. When we arrived to the room, I noticed only a single bed (although it was a king bed, which I had never seen before). Having only a single be meant that we would have to share it, and the excitement mixed with increased fear of retribution almost caused me to shut down. I just braced myself for a tongue-lashing for messing up the rooms, and also only having a single bed in the room. As much as I wanted to be with Mr. Clark, I was almost in tears and frozen with fear. Mr. Clark tipped the bell hop, looked at me and started to laugh. I must have been a sight at that moment. This was also a cross-roads of sorts;I could either be fired, or get my deepest and most secret wish. I just stood in a corner of the room not knowing what to do. Fortunately, Mr. Clark started to give me directions and I was soon unpacking what we needed. Mr. Clark then undressed to his underwear and told me he was going to take a shower. I just stood there bug-eyed as I watched this Adonis undress. Mr. Clark looked like a linebacker--maybe one just past his prime, but still in great shape. He had great skin, and just that perfect amount of hair covering his body. I loved the way his chest and belly hair met at his midline and formed a river going down to his underwear. He had well-developed pecs, and just enough paunch in his belly to make him look like a well-fed and successful man. Ogling Mr. Clark gave me an obvious erection, which Mr. Clark couldn't help but notice, had he looked at my crotch. I had seen many naked men in the gym, pool, etc., so I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I just stared as he disrobed. He chatted with me, but I have no idea of what we discussed. I only remember cataloging every inch of Mr. Clark's body. Even his legs looked strong and sexy. My mind began to imagine Mr. Clark lounging at a pool as I tried to glimpse up his bathing suit to see the jewels it contained. Once he was down to his boxers, he walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. I wanted to walk over to look in the bathroom so I could watch him strip naked, but I was too nervous to do that. I also didn't want to get fired, or beat up, or worse, so I stood there for a while, before finally turning on the TV. I never did pay attention to what was on the screen, but instead replayed the vignette of Mr. Clark disrobing in front of me. That sight was worth all the trouble I thought I was in for messing up the room reservations. (note: I later found out that Mr. Clark had called and cancelled the second room). When he was finished, he walked out drying his hair and a towel around his waist. My infatuation with Mr. Clark's body resumed and I compared the difference between his dry hair and how his wet hair clung to his skin. My staring continued until Mr. Clark told me to take a shower so we could grab some dinner and plan out the next day. Here is where my small head took over. Since Mr. Clark had stripped down to his skivvies, I did the same on my side of the room--away from the bathroom. I tried to pretend it was just like being in a locker room and proceeded to take off my clothes. I couldn't look at Mr. Clark, but I could tell he was looking at me. I stripped down to my tighty-whities, got my toothbrush, and walked by Mr. Clark to the bathroom. I tried to get a close up look at parts of Mr. Clark's body, even tried to mentally will his towel to fall, but I just stared at his well-tended feet as I walked by. Like his body, his feet were much more substantial compared to mine which I observed when I walked by. I didn't realize until I was in the bathroom that my staring at his body also gave Mr. Clark an unencumbered look my body. Thinking back, he must have had a nice eyeful as I walked right by him wearing nothing but tight underwear. I am sure I was sporting at least a half-mast cock, which would have been noticed by anyone within a mile from me as I walked by Mr. Clark. Once in the bathroom, I pulled off my underwear and stepped into the shower. The shower had an semi-opaque glass door which didn't leave much to the imagination and I felt very naked when Mr. Clark walked in to finish getting ready. He still had his towel around him, but I was totally naked behind only a glass door. He made small talk as he shaved, brushed his teeth, etc. I tried to focus on washing my hair, but I realized that when I reached my arms to my head, you could see the outline of my penis through the glass. As much as I would have loved to have Mr. Clark open the shower door and ravage me, I was still a virgin and frightened of actually having sex with anyone, let alone someone to whom I was so attracted. I tried to keep my back to him under the guise of being bashful and not wanting Mr. Clark to think I was taken by him. Finally, after I had washed every inch of myself twice, I was defeated and had to turn off the shower. When I opened the door, I tried to position myself behind it so I had some modesty left. Mr. Clark reached over and grabbed a towel and handed it to me. Saved, I began to dry myself off. It was only later that I realized that Mr. Clark had a perfect view of my body from the mirror on the other wall. Thankfully, I didn't know it at the time, otherwise I would have sprung an instant hard on!! However, the view left nothing to the imagination and now my Adonis knew exactly what my naked body looked like. My infatuation with him was so great that I still pop a boner thinking about how he could see my naked form without me knowing. We both dressed, and headed off to dinner. I did manage to see Mr. Clark's balls as he donned his underwear. They looked HUGE! I couldn't see his penis, but I did catch his tush in the mirror. Like the rest of him, he had a muscular ass, that was covered with a downy of hair. The sexual tension/frustration I was under was overwhelming! I didn't want Mr. Clark to think me gay, although I couldn't help but stare as he was the handsomest man I had ever met. Had he reached out and grabbed me, I would have let him do anything he wished. Dinner was a harried affair on my part. I know how to conduct myself, but my mind was racing with sexual frustration and I couldn't keep myself together. I barely ate anything. In fact, I couldn't even read the menu!! Mr. Clark would laugh, and make a suggestion or two to help me out. He mentioned that when his son was my age he only ate hamburgers, etc. etc. I did order a burger and a beer. I was carded, but I was legal age (18 was legal age at the time), and ordering the beer made me feel more adult. I made sure only to drink one! We finished dinner, I plotted out our route to the office and we returned to our room. My anxieties peaked again when I realized there was only one bed. Fortunately, it was a king bed, but still, I would be sleeping with my boss' boss--and with the man I was having wet dreams about for the last month. I could tell Mr. Clark was a bit anxious about our sleeping situation, but his smile didn't abate one bit. When we returned to the room, Mr. Clark fixed himself a scotch, offered me one, but I declined. He stripped down to his underwear and t-shirt. I did the same, sans t-shirt. This time, I did notice that Mr. Clark took in my semi-naked form when I undressed. I felt a little self-conscious, but also enjoyed the admiration. I had been "secretly" admiring Mr. Clark for some time, I was happy he took the time to look at me. While we watched TV, Mr. Clark couldn't help himself but to mention that I had small feet. This caused me to blush as I was self-conscious about him noticing my body and couldn't bear any criticism by this man, even a casual observation about small feet. He continued to talk about my body and said my feet were nicely formed and cute. Just then, he got up to refill his drink he reached out and squeezed one of my feet. I was totally unprepared for the body contact and the thrill of having Mr. Clark touch me, the nice feeling of the quick foot massage and the idea of having my Adonis give me attention all centered in my crotch and within a micro-second, I was tenting my underwear. Almost within seconds, I was sporting a 7.5 inch hard on; one that you cannot disguise or camouflage. Before I realized my situation, Mr. Clark had turned back to face me and noticed my situation. He was just mentioning how soft my feet were but stopped, laughed and declared that I had a stiffy. I almost started crying I was so embarrassed, scared and excited at the same time. I don't have words to describe the situation, but the conflicting emotions attacking my psyche all at once just shut down my brain. Mr. Clark, just sat back in the bed, put his drink on the side table and reached out and took hold of my penis. The electricity of his touch shot through my underwear and straight up my back to make my ears ring! I was paralyzed and just stared as his manly hand fondled my penis. I was both petrified and overly stimulated. I was embarrassed about being erect, but I also had that excitement you have just before you open a present or are about to receive a long sought-after prize. Fortunately, I just lay there and let Mr. Clark take the initiative. I was hypervigilant and remember vivid details of that moment. Mr. Clark was so much more masculine than I was at the time. The hair on his hand looked so much thicker and wiry than mine. My legs at the time barely had any hair on them, so the contrast of Mr. Clark's hairy arm on my bare legs was not lost on me. The view of how chubby fingers engulfed my underwear-covered penis still causes a sexual thrill to this day. Mr. Clark then gave my penis a couple of squeezes which over loaded all my circuits. I started to cum in my underwear. Normally, it takes a while for me to cum--the side effects of multiple masturbation sessions/day. However, Mr. Clark's touch was so electric that I came without further stimulation. My underwear was stretched across my penis, so each ejaculation just soaked my underwear before dripping down my shaft and Mr. Clark's hand. It was so fast, I had no warning it was coming nor was I able to try to delay it. This caused the relief of my orgasm to be overwhelmed by my embarrassment of cumming too quickly and shooting in front of my boss? boss. Mr. Clark just stared as my underwear became translucent and he only moved his hands when I was finishing shooting. Again, he laughed at my misfortune, before giving my penis a shake or two. I just sat there petrified as Mr. Clark examined my glans through my translucent underwear. He told me that I couldn't sleep in those, and he got up, walked around the bed and bent over to remove the last stitch of clothing I had on. I just lifted my hips and allowed Mr. Clark to strip me naked. Once my underwear was off, Mr. Clark used it to wipe up the rest of my cum from my penis and pubic hair. My attention at once focused on the hand that Mr. Clark placed on my hip to steady me as he wiped my crotch clean. Intersperse with how his hand felt on my hip, I registered my embarrassment/willingness at having Mr. Clark staring and wiping down my penis, pubic hair and balls. I didn't have much pubic hair, but it was coated with sperm. When he was finished, he cleaned off his hands, and stepped back to look at me. Paralyzed from my afterglow/embarrassment/desire for Mr. Clark to ogle my now naked form, etc., I just lay there so Mr. Clark to take in the view. He told me to get up so he could get a closer look, so I stood and allowed Mr. Clark to examine my body. Mr. Clark stepped back and took in the scene before him. I was probably about five-feet-nine (I was to grow another three inches in college), I was probably about 140 lbs and I only had a single hair on my chest which I plucked for years until I was able to grow some friends for him. My blonde hair gave the impression that I as hairless, and my pubic hair wasn't that thick, so I could have passed for a boy, 3-4 years younger than I was. Mr. Clark took in my nudity with an unabashed leer. He stood there, still holding my underwear in his hand, as his eyes registered everything about my naked body. Feeling awkward, I had to stand there and endure the ogling. Again, I was a rush of emotions. I greatly desired all the attention I could get from my Adonis. I was enthralled that he wanted to look at my naked body. However, I was also post-orgasm and a little embarrassed that I was naked in front of this man--who was obviously enjoying the view. Finally, Mr. Clark said that we need to retire to the bed. He then turned off the TV, finished his drink and told me to climb into bed. I had never slept naked before and it felt weird to climb into the bed. Just before Mr. Clark turned off the final light, I noticed he removed his t-shirt and boxer shorts. I was finally able to get a good look at Mr. Clark's ass, which was hairier than mine, but also much more substantial. I wanted to reach out and feel it, but I was terrified to do so. I just closed my eyes to record the view before rolling over to sleep. A king bed is huge and not knowing any better, I tried to stay as close to my edge as I could. Mr. Clark would have none of that, and scooted to my side where he placed a hand on my shoulder. This caused me to turn toward him a bit. Taking this as an opening, Mr. Clark rubbed his hand down my arm, then to my side. He was gentle, as he rubbed down my rib cage and then to my abdomen. The sensation of this man's hand on my body caused another erection which was soon discovered by his beefy hand as it slid down my belly. This time, when Mr. Clark wrapped his hand around my penis there was no underwear in-between!! I hadn't had anyone touch my erect penis until this day and the sensation was amazing. I felt the warmth of his hand at the same time I felt my penis emitting heat--it was if the two parts were taking turns discharging warmth to the other! When his hand started to massage my phallus, I almost shot right there. In fact, I probably would have erupted, but I had just cum so I was able to hold my second orgasm back a while. I soon felt the warmth of Mr. Clark's body against mine. I closed my eyes and imagined his masculine, hairy body enveloping my smaller, almost hairless body. Just then, I felt his hard penis against my backside. I was a complete virgin, and this was my first real sexual encounter, so everything Mr. Clark did was novel for me. That also meant that imagining Mr. Clark's penis entering my butt was hypothetical and wishful at best. I had no idea of how it would really feel, so my imagination made it the focus of my existence at the moment. That is to say, I was becoming putty for Mr. Clark to mold into whatever he wanted. In my mind, I was willing Mr. Clark's penis to enter my body so that I could be as-one with him. Not being able to process the information flooding my brain, I rolled over to face Mr. Clark. His face was contorted into a lustful, conquering look that scared me at first. Just then, he leaned forward and began to French kiss me. At least I had done this before, so I returned the kiss as Mr. Clark began to fondle my body with his rough hands. Taking my cue, I began to run my hands all over Mr. Clark's body. He was hairier than me, but not a bear. His skin was otherwise smooth and silky soft to my touch. I tried to reach down and rub his butt, but he was too tall and I couldn't reach. Instead, I leaned back and ran my hands across his chest and belly. When I did so, Mr. Clark's hands ran over my breasts and he expertly grasped my nipples between his thumb and the base of his first finger. This sent chills down my spine as I submitted to his manipulations. Mr. Clark's cock was rock hard and pushing up against my testicles. When he instinctively moved his pelvis forward, his penis would push my balls up against the base of my cock. I have no idea of what nerve he hit when he did this, but my pelvis responded as if I was a woman and his penis was entering my vagina--today you may call this frottage, but then I called it amazing!! Again, I was lost in the millions of sensations my brain was trying to process at once. I did envision his larger, hairier genitals as they interacted to massage my cock and balls. The visual almost made me cum on the spot! Mr. Clark then lowered his hands and began to knead my butt cheeks. He expertly coordinated squeezing my gluteal muscles as he pushed his penis into my testicles which sent another wave of new sensations for me to process. At this point, I was in some dreamlike state, and unable to direct my thoughts, actions or bodily responses to Mr. Clark's assault. Sensing my openness, willingness or whatever state I was in, Mr. Clark opened my legs and allowed his penis to slide to my backside. He continued his pelivic gyrations only now, his penis head was rubbing on my sensitive anus; again creating novel sensations that my overtaxed mind struggled to process. Mr. Clark then brought my leg up to his waist which opened my hole for his penis to invade. The invasion wasn't sudden, but I was still caught off guard and jerked a bit when his cock head penetrated my anal ring. Mr. Clark must have been a voluminous precummer, because his penis slipped right in as if it were lubricated. Being invaded by Mr. Clark's penis finally overwhelmed my brain and my body just went into reflex mode. Mr. Clark's penis entered my body fully and rested before Mr. Clark began to fuck me; slowly at first, but very soon he built up to a rapid pace. Even though we were facing each other, my legs were drawn up to his side so his penis had unobstructed and free access to my rectum. Eventually, my mind wrapped itself around my ongoing situation. I was naked in a hotel room with my boss' boss as he was taking my body for his sexual gratification. Thoughts of being a harlot (or whatever the male version of that would be), submitting to a Casting Couch, etc. etc. raced through my mind as Mr. Clark continued to piston in and out of my ass. Finally, my mind settled on the fact that I had been secretly trying to endear myself to this man and I finally had him inside of me. This realization caused my body to really react to the fucking, and my hips started to bounce off Mr. Clark's pelvis in time with his motions. Mr. Clark noticed the change in my behavior and movements and really delved into deflowering the young office boy. Long before I wanted it to end, Mr. Clark's body tensed and I could tell he was sending his seed up my ass. I heard a few animal noises as Mr. Clark relished his orgasm. He also hugged my body tight to his so that he could plant his seed as far up my rectum as he could. Even though I was becoming more aware, my mind still trying to catch up to what was happening. Just as I was consciously realizing that Mr. Clark had just bred me, my mind was overwhelmed again when Mr. Clark kissed me on my lips. We kissed for a minute or two as he removed his softening penis from my rectum. Not wanting to soil the sheets, he went into the bathroom to clean up. I was left in the bed, naked, and fearing that my backside was bleeding--it wasn't, but I was sweaty from the activities and sweat was dripping from my newly fucked ass. Unfortunately, my mind was still on a 5-minute lag, and I was just coming to grips what I had done. Even though my infatuation had created my current situation, I was struggling with what I had created. As my mind wrapped itself around what I had just allowed to happen, I began to get anxious, then worried, then panicky. The longer Mr. Clark was in the bathroom, the more panicked I became about what I had just done! Personally, I was upset that my first real sexual encounter was gay--I had resolved that I would have sex with a woman before anything else. That broken promise fed into the post-coital realization that I was naked, in a strange hotel with my boss' boss!! Had I just gotten myself fired?! Was this powerful man going to kill me? What was I going to do?! I got out of the bed for the purpose of getting dressed so I could escape any further harm or embarrassment. I didn't have a plan, other than to get dressed and run away. I would have to find a friend from when I used to live in the area. Perhaps I could find a way home from there! Just then, Mr. Clark came out of the bathroom, with a sated, and triumphant grin on his face. He looked at me and smiled from ear to ear--he was obviously proud of himself. His smile was just what I needed as my anxieties melted away and I wanted to rush to his arms so he could comfort me further. I dropped my underwear that I finally found on the floor. I stood there, naked for a moment before I rushed to Mr. Clark's awaiting arms. He gripped me into a bear hug that I wanted to last forever. I had never felt so loved in my life. His body was warm and strong enough to melt away every fear I had in my life when he hugged me. His strong arms engulfed me in a bear hug that at once made it difficult to breath, and at the same time made me feel as secure as the day I was born. I was aware that I was as naked as the day I was born, but I the cool air on my naked body was balanced by the warmth I felt emanating from Mr. Clark's body. Mr. Clark picked me up, lay me on the bed and we went to sleep with him spooning my body. When I woke up the next morning, it was to another erection pushing at my backside. Half-asleep, I just opened my leg and allowed the penis to enter my rectum for a second time. As Mr. Clark's penis entered my body, I felt like business trips were the best idea ever invented by man!!!