I was 18 years old. I didn’t have a car yet, so I used to hitchhike all the time. One day, late afternoon, I was hitching back from the beach. This car stopped, a Corvair. A man older than me was driving. When I opened the door, he asked where I was going. I told him the north area. His response was, “Me too. Get in.”

His name was Fred. He lived about three miles from me. Anyway, he gave me a ride to the street I lived on. Thanking him for the ride as I was getting out, he asked if I often went that way to the beach. “Yes, I do,” I said, and thanked him again for the ride.

I also worked near the beach at a grocery store, bagging groceries. Two days later, I met Fred again. I was bagging up his groceries. Along with the food, I saw a package of condoms, extra-large size. Fred said, “Nice to see you again, Dick.” As customary, I offered to help with his bags to the car. He accepted.

As I was putting his groceries into the trunk of his Corvair, Fred asked when I got off work. I told him usually 8:00 or a little after. He just nodded, wished me a good day, and drove away.

It was almost closing time, and I was helping an older lady with her groceries, when I saw the Corvair pull into the parking lot. As I was walking back to the store, it pulled up, and it was Fred. He said he was going by and thought I might need a ride. I honestly didn’t think too much about it. I just thanked him and said yes.

On the way, he mentioned he needed to stop to pick up some beer. After the beer stop, we were pulling onto my street when he asked if I wanted a beer, saying we could park at the dead end and drink it. A beer? Sure. I liked beer.

The dead end had no houses, just the canyon going down the hill. We were sitting in the car. One beer turned into three. I was feeling it. Fred had been asking me about girlfriends and what we did, when he turned it to asking if we were having sex yet. My girlfriend and I had been making out, and she let me feel her bare tits, but only on the outside of her pants for a pussy grope. She had only touched me outside my clothes.

Fred was asking if I had ever had a blow job or tasted a pussy. “Well, no, I hadn’t.” That’s when he started to rub my left thigh, then asked if I would like to find out what that felt like.

I asked which one. He said, “Blow job.” I was pretty loose from three beers, fourth one in my hand. I just nodded my head yes. Fred then started rubbing my crotch. My prick leaped to erection. He unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly, reached in, pulled my underpants out, and grasped my dick.

I thought I would cum right then. He was the first person to touch me there. It was electric. He stroked me a few times. My pre-cum was flowing. He smeared it over my cock, then bent over and took me in his mouth.

I had never felt anything like that before, his warm mouth, the tongue whipping all over my cock. I might have lasted a minute or two when I orgasmed, at least ten squirts of cum. Fred just swallowed and swallowed. He kept me in his mouth until I became too sensitive, and I pushed him off me.

After coming down from that orgasm, I started feeling embarrassed, so I made excuses to get home. Thankfully, my parents were out. Lying on my bed, the events with Fred were going through my head. I was thinking how awesome a blow job felt. I knew I would be looking for that again.

I didn’t see Fred for four or five days. Then on a Thursday night, close to the end of my shift at work, I saw him come in. He bought a few things. I bagged them for him and helped take them to his car. I was really hoping he would offer a ride, and of course I wanted another blow job.

Fred chatted me up for a minute, then asked, with a wink, if I wanted a ride home. I tried to act casual, but I know I blew it. I went back into the store, checked out, and returned to the car. When I got in, Fred reached over and stroked the front of my pants, causing an immediate erection.

This went pretty much the same. He stopped for beer, a twelve-pack this time. Instead of my street, he pulled down a street that had only businesses, which were all closed. By the end of the second beer, Fred was rubbing my crotch. My cock had been hard since leaving the grocery store. I had a big wet spot on my pants from the pre-cum I was leaking.

The third beer, Fred suggested we get in the back seat, as it would be more comfortable. Just as I was climbing in, he said, “Dick, take your pants off.” So I took them off but left the underwear on. The front of them was soaked with slippery pre-cum. My seven inches was poked out the waistband. When I sat down, he pulled the waistband down under my balls, exposing my hard shaft slippery with juice, then pulled them all the way off me.

So there I was sitting bare-ass on the seat, with him cupping and massaging my cock and balls. Fred leaned over and took me all the way into his mouth, sucking up my shaft, then went down and had my balls in his mouth, licking and bathing them with his tongue. Damn, that felt good, my balls in his mouth.

This went on until I orgasmed in his mouth. Fred swallowed my cum but kept my cock in his mouth, running his tongue all over until I became too sensitive. Releasing my cock, he licked my balls, even got his tongue below them to lick.

Over the next two weeks, Fred would pick me up from work. He would drive to the same spot. We would get into the backseat. I would take off my pants and underwear, even my shirt. He would suck and lick me until I orgasmed.

It was Monday of the third week. We were in the same place after my work. This time he did something different. I was totally naked. He had me lay back on the seat, then lifted my legs up towards my chest. While sucking my cock and licking my balls, he started to rub my butt cheeks. He even slid his tongue down and swiped across my butt hole. It startled me. When he did it again, damn that felt good.

I didn’t say anything. I did moan when he did it again. He really got into licking my butt. I was enjoying it very much, even grabbed his head to hold him there. I would later find out this was called rimming. God, I loved it.

The fourth time he did this, he had been rimming me, was back to sucking my cock, and running his finger over and around my asshole. When he pushed his finger inside my butt, my orgasm was immediate. It felt like I blew a massive load of cum down his throat.

Fred did ask me if I enjoyed the rimming and fingering of my bottom hole. Since I affirmed that I did, he continued that every time we got together, sucking and finger-fucking me. He found this spot in there he called the prostate, which when he rubbed it I would explode a massive load of cum.

Summer was coming to an end. I had been saving my money all summer to buy a car. I had $300 saved when Fred suggested I buy his Corvair, as he was going to get a new car, a Pontiac Bonneville. He said I could have the Corvair for $100. I knew getting my own car would mean no more after-work blow jobs and rim jobs.

I was going to college now, working weekends and afternoons and evenings. Fred would still meet me at that spot. I would get into his big car, in the back seat, strip down. He would blow me and rim my ass, then finger my hole until I blew a load of cum in his mouth.

During all these months of Fred servicing me, I had never seen or touched his cock. Was I getting curious? Yes, I was. So I asked him, “Fred, can you show me your cock?” He looked at me funny, almost a smile, when he unbuckled his pants, slid both them and his boxers down to his feet, proudly grabbed his hard cock, and held it up for me to see.

I asked if I could hold it. He was definitely bigger than me. His cock was longer and thicker. My fingers didn’t touch each other. It was warm, really hard, and had a little pre-cum around his piss hole. As I held him in my hand, rubbing up and down, I touched the slippery liquid leaking out, then brought my finger to my tongue to taste. It was salty but not really any other taste. I looked up at Fred and said, “Can I, ” Before I finished, Fred pushed my head down to his cock. I opened my mouth and took the fat head, licking all around it. Fred moaned and said, “Oh yes, I’ve been waiting for this for months, Dick.”

My first time with a cock in my mouth was very erotic for me. I loved it, the warmth, the taste, how hard it was yet so soft, the sounds Fred was making. Although I wasn’t ready for cum in my mouth.

I think he could sense I wasn’t ready for cum yet. Fred asked if he could cum on my cock. I pulled off and laid back on that big back seat. He got on his knees, jerked his cock. His face turned red, then he squirted all over my cock and balls.

After his orgasm, Fred bent me in half, exposing my asshole. He dived right in, rimming me and finger-fucking my hole using his cum as the lubricant. He even stuck his tongue inside me. He had been preparing me for his cock, fingering me, one finger, then two fingers. When he slipped three into me, it was painful. I pulled back, but he just kept at it until I was loving his fingers.

He massaged and tapped on that spot, the prostate. When I felt like I was going to cum, but only a large amount of pre-cum was literally pouring out of my cock. Fred had three fingers up my asshole when he engulfed my cock, and I exploded in orgasm, the most intense one ever. It felt like my insides came out my cock. His fingers were still inside me. My breath was jagged and deep. I reached down to grab his hand to pull him out of my ass when I realized he had four fingers in me all the way up to his thumb.

After that time, we would get into a 69 position on the back seat. The second time doing that, I let Fred squirt his load in my mouth. I didn’t love the taste, but didn’t hate it either. Yes, I did swallow his cum.

By now, I was in college. My classes were all in the mornings. I would study for a couple of hours, then go to work, meet Fred after work. We would suck each other. He would finger my ass.

There was a sudden change. Fred’s work shift changed. He was now working evenings, 4 to midnight. It took him a week before he had a day off and came by the store to tell me what happened.

I knew he was married with two young children, which now he was watching during the day as his wife worked days. So our schedule changed a bit. I would stop at his house. We would suck each other with his kids down for a nap.

I also had a girlfriend I met in college. We hung out a lot, had not fucked yet, but we did some heavy petting, bare tits and pussy, finger-fucking, and hand jobs, just no intercourse. We just didn’t really have a place other than my Corvair. It was too cramped for that.

Over at Fred’s one day, he’s quizzing me on the sex Jean and I were having. I explained the situation. He suggested that I borrow the Bonneville with the huge back seat. Fred said I could pick it up at his work, use it for the night so long as I got back by midnight.

I picked up his car that Friday at 7 pm. He even had a package of condoms for me. Fred was cool. He thought of everything. I picked Jean up at 7:30. Since it was November, it was dark by 5:00, so I drove us straight to the spot Fred and I used to park. Jean let me eat her pussy and fuck her. She sucked my cock also. I did try to rub her bottom, but she stopped me, saying, “What are you doing? Don’t touch me there.”

Borrowing Fred’s car became an every-weekend thing. Jean and I fucked every weekend. She also let me cum in her mouth one time. She didn’t like the taste. Oh well. Fred’s blow jobs were better, plus him rimming me was great.

Jean and I broke up after I told her I was bisexual. She thought it sounded gross two men sucking each other, but then she didn’t really like sucking cock anyway.

So other than my hand, Fred was my only sexual outlet. I started going to his house every day. One day he was asking me about Jean and our sex, what we did. When I told him about her knowing I was bisexual and dumping me, he asked about fucking her. Did we do any anal stuff? He felt sad for her not trying it.

A few days later, Fred asked me if I would like to try anal sex, fuck him in the butt. I thought about it and said sure, I’d like to try that. He said he needed to go shower and clean his butt out, and asked me to listen for the kids.

He took about half an hour, then came back into the room naked, his big cock swinging and his big balls hanging loosely. He looked tasty. I had gotten to be a good cock sucker and ass licker.

Fred handed me the lube and a condom. He told me to go slow. He would direct me as to when to push in, when to stop. I lubed up his hole, pushing two fingers in. When I pulled them out, I looked and they were clean. I felt better about it now. I lubed up all around his hole, put the condom on, added lube to the condom.

Positioned my cock at his hole, he said, “Just hold yourself there. I’ll push back.” I waited with my cock at his opening. As he pushed back, I felt my cock enter a really tight space. He stopped for a moment, then pushed back some more. A little farther in I went. My cock head was all the way in. Man, it was tight!

Fred just kept pushing until I was balls deep in his butt. The feeling was awesome, hot, tight. He was squeezing me with his ass muscle. He told me to go ahead and pump into him. I started slow, in and out, in and out, faster and faster. I was really pounding his hole when I felt it. My cock expanded, started jerking. I squirted stream after stream into the condom.

It felt different than a pussy, tighter, hotter. I just stayed in him until I went soft. As I pulled out, the condom slipped off and the bulb end with the cum was still in his ass. Fred didn’t waste any time. As soon as I pulled out, he spun around and took me in his mouth, cleaning the cum off my cock. He reached back and pulled the condom out. It was full of my cum, really full. I must have squirted at least ten good shots in him.

Fred and I continued on like this for the next month, sucking, rimming, fingering, and fucking a few times a week. I had just finished orgasming inside Fred, bare. Yes, we were now barebacking. He liked the feel of my big cum loads dripping out. He asked me if I wondered how it felt to be fucked.

Well, I had been thinking about it, just was kind of shy to ask. Fred suggested I try. He said he would go slow, stop if I couldn’t take it. I mean, his cock was way bigger than mine. We did measure each other one time. I was 6” and 5” around. He was 7” and almost 7” around.

The next time we got together, I told him I wanted to try taking him in my bottom. We went to the bathroom. He showed me how to use the shower to clean my anal cavity out for fucking. It took me 45 minutes before I was satisfied I was anally clean.

Back to the playroom I went. Fred was waiting, hard as a rock. His cock was vertical, pressed up against his stomach. I don’t think I had ever seen him that erect. He had me get on my hands and knees. He rimmed me, fingered me, yes, all four fingers. When he felt I was loose, he slathered lube in my hole and all around it, coated his cock. Placed his cock at my entrance, told me to push out like I was pooping.

Fred pushed in at that exact moment. His cock head slipped in. The stretch was incredible. It burned. He held still just like that. When I said okay, he pushed in more. I stretched some more, but it didn’t hurt. I was just getting a full feeling.

Finally, I could feel Fred’s thighs up against my ass cheeks. I reached under me and back. His balls were tight against me. I guess he was balls deep! Fred waited for me to relax, then he fucked me, slow shallow, slow deep, fast and deep, push in, squeezing his balls up against me.

I felt everything. I loved the deep penetration. He had been inside me, fucking me for at least 10 minutes. I started to feel something different. It started in my belly, then spread to my groin. My legs started to shake when I felt my soft cock started dripping, no, actually a stream just ran out of me. It was semen. I was ejaculating without touching or even having a hard cock. It was a mind fuck!

Fred did cum inside me. I did feel his cock expand and pulse, then a heat spread through my cavity. He stayed inside but pushed me onto the floor. I was lying in my cum. He was on my back. When his breathing returned to normal, he pulled his still semi-hard-on out of me, rolled over, and just rubbed my butt cheeks, fingering my hole a little.

We relaxed like that for a few minutes. Fred said he wanted to see how much cum I had inside me. He asked me to get back on my hands and knees. He spread my ass cheeks and said to push out, see if his cum would exit. It took a few pushes, but it did come out, a spurt, then a big glob, then just some drips.

That time we showered together. Fred kept fingering my butthole, telling me how loose it was, easy to get all four fingers in. Teasing me, saying he should try putting his whole hand inside there.

Fred and I continued on like this for another year or so, until I got a permanent girlfriend who I didn’t tell about any of what I did with Fred. I did run into him about fifteen years ago. He was old, still married, kids all grown up. He recognized me immediately. We chatted a bit. Never saw him again, but those memories are still vivid for me.