Reese
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The first (and last) time I was anally penetrated happened when I was 15 and a total virgin to any sexual activity involving another human being. I was over at my brother's house where I was celebrating New Year's Eve with him, his girlfriend, her two kids and their lodger Mike. We'd just rung in 1980 when I decided to stop partying for a bit and duck into one of the side bedrooms for a brief nap, as I knew they'd be at it all night drinking and dancing and what-not.
I was gently awakened some time later by the feel of a hand undoing the button of my trousers then sliding down my belly. As I'd never enjoyed another's touch "down there" before, I decided just to keep my eyes closed, pretend I was sleeping and go with the flow. By the time the first hand reached my penis, stroking it's base gently with one finger, I felt a second hand undoing my fly and easing down my trousers below my hips. "Fine," I thought, enjoying the alien tactile sensation of an unfamiliar hand rubbing my genitals.
Of course, I was fully erect in an instant and it took this helping hand some effort to coax my cock out of the tight trousers but, soon enough, I felt it standing proudly at attention and fully exposed as the gentle genital massage turned into a slow jacking handjob. Over time, the grasping grip was released and replaced by a wet mouth. "That feels incredible," I mused as the lips closed down around my shaft and a teasing tongue began encircling my glans and probing my meatus. Mmmm, my first blowjob.
With both hands now free and propped up on elbows, my unexpected molester then used his hands to pull my pants down to my knees and rolled me over on my side in a spooning position. It was at that point I could feel a penis probing my ass as a hand guided it's underside up and down through the cleft of my butt cleavage. This went on for quite a while until the exploratory dick head was perched right at my rectum and the handjob resumed. This time, however, rather than just jacking me off, it seemed as if he was using my cock for leverage, pumping it's swollen shaft downward to drive my asshole hard against his cock head.
This was getting nowhere, so, in sexual desperation, he released my penis from his genital grip, pulled his cock out of my ass cheeks and left, only to return moments later as I heard the sound of a jar opening as I continued pretending to be asleep. The next feeling was that of his fingers probing my asshole and sliding in with relative ease from the obvious lubricant covering them. Moments later, the burning sensation began - just warm at first but them escalating to a simmering boil. He'd accidentally picked up the mentholated Vasoline, the bastard!
I jumped out of the bed and, with my trousers down around my ankles, ran (okay, shuffled) as fast as I could out of the bedroom, through the living room within which my brother and his girlfriend were still dancing and into the bathroom to try to wash off this insipid substance. While I got some of it out, my ass still burned a bit through the next day.
Postscript: It turns out that it was Mike, my brother's lodger, who'd been masturbating me before attempting anal intrusion. After that experience, Mike jacked me off to orgasm a few times during subsequent overnight visits to my brother's house, but never - I repeat, NEVER - tried to fuck me up the ass again.
I was gently awakened some time later by the feel of a hand undoing the button of my trousers then sliding down my belly. As I'd never enjoyed another's touch "down there" before, I decided just to keep my eyes closed, pretend I was sleeping and go with the flow. By the time the first hand reached my penis, stroking it's base gently with one finger, I felt a second hand undoing my fly and easing down my trousers below my hips. "Fine," I thought, enjoying the alien tactile sensation of an unfamiliar hand rubbing my genitals.
Of course, I was fully erect in an instant and it took this helping hand some effort to coax my cock out of the tight trousers but, soon enough, I felt it standing proudly at attention and fully exposed as the gentle genital massage turned into a slow jacking handjob. Over time, the grasping grip was released and replaced by a wet mouth. "That feels incredible," I mused as the lips closed down around my shaft and a teasing tongue began encircling my glans and probing my meatus. Mmmm, my first blowjob.
With both hands now free and propped up on elbows, my unexpected molester then used his hands to pull my pants down to my knees and rolled me over on my side in a spooning position. It was at that point I could feel a penis probing my ass as a hand guided it's underside up and down through the cleft of my butt cleavage. This went on for quite a while until the exploratory dick head was perched right at my rectum and the handjob resumed. This time, however, rather than just jacking me off, it seemed as if he was using my cock for leverage, pumping it's swollen shaft downward to drive my asshole hard against his cock head.
This was getting nowhere, so, in sexual desperation, he released my penis from his genital grip, pulled his cock out of my ass cheeks and left, only to return moments later as I heard the sound of a jar opening as I continued pretending to be asleep. The next feeling was that of his fingers probing my asshole and sliding in with relative ease from the obvious lubricant covering them. Moments later, the burning sensation began - just warm at first but them escalating to a simmering boil. He'd accidentally picked up the mentholated Vasoline, the bastard!
I jumped out of the bed and, with my trousers down around my ankles, ran (okay, shuffled) as fast as I could out of the bedroom, through the living room within which my brother and his girlfriend were still dancing and into the bathroom to try to wash off this insipid substance. While I got some of it out, my ass still burned a bit through the next day.
Postscript: It turns out that it was Mike, my brother's lodger, who'd been masturbating me before attempting anal intrusion. After that experience, Mike jacked me off to orgasm a few times during subsequent overnight visits to my brother's house, but never - I repeat, NEVER - tried to fuck me up the ass again.