If you were ever looking for the perfect example of a wimp, that would be me. I am the guy who cannot say boo to a mouse. Standing five-foot-seven inches, I weigh around one hundred and thirty pounds. I am not butt-ugly, but rather wispy looking. I live on a small-holding on my own, and yes, I am an accountant. At twenty-three years old, I have never had a relationship with anyone. My right hand, a modest collection of erotic DVD’s, and surfing porn sites on the internet, totally sum up my sex-life. The few encounters that I have had with guys scarcely bears mentioning, and I will therefore not bore you with those pitiful details. Before you gag or shake your head in disgust, let me tell about the experience that changed my life.

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Having been on a short vacation to visit an old school buddy who lived about two hundred miles away, I was returning home on a windy and rainy Sunday afternoon. At around one p.m. I stopped at a gas station, one hundred miles away from my home. Once the car was filled, as I was waiting for the credit card transaction to finalize, a big rough man with a backpack approached and asked, “Can you please give me a ride,” hoping I was heading in the direction he was travelling.

In my usual wishy-washy way, I nervously answered, “Sure.”

Without hesitation, his backpack was slung onto my back seat and soon we were heading off. I introduced myself as Ralph and he countered by telling me his name was Jonathan. After once again thanking me for the ride, Jonathan told me he was heading to a major city, a further one hundred miles past my small town. Upon explaining that my small-holding was a couple of miles before the town, I, nevertheless, promised to drop him off beyond the town to facilitate his onward journey.

By now his pong was circulating in my small vehicle and he apologized for his odour, explaining that he had been roughing it the previous few days. He informed me that his life had been rather hard over the previous year after losing his permanent job.

“Fortunately, I am no longer married, an added pressure that I no longer have to deal with,” he informed me, and then went on to say that he was very excited about getting the contract job, which he had been offered in the city he was heading to.

Jonathan was in his late thirties and must have been very good-looking when he was younger. He wasn’t unattractive, but it looked like his recent misfortune had taken its toll on him. He had week-old stubble and was to be in sore need of a shower. His clothes also need a good washing. Ten miles from my home he looked at me with a pleading expression and then asked if I would consider allowing him to shower at my home, before going on his way. He promised that he didn’t want to harm me in any way, but could really do with my assistance in this regard. Despite my earlier fear, I was taking a liking to this unfortunate man.

After pulling in at my home, I explained that having been on holiday my geyser had been turned off and that it would take an hour for the water to warm. Once inside, he asked if he could hand wash an outfit as all his clothes were dirty, and he didn’t want to arrive at his new job looking skanky. I then offered to wash and dry all his clothes for him. I also suggested that he could stay the night and that I would drop him off the following day.

The smile on his face was awesome as he thanked me profusely. After retrieving a thermal blanket from my linen cupboard he stripped and was soon sitting on one of my kitchen chairs wrapped in the blanket. I had politely turned as he undressed, missing out on the sight of him naked. With all his clothes in the washer and awaiting warm water for his shower, I busied myself with a meal for the two of us. Luckily, I had beers in the house.

Forty-five minutes later his clothes were in the dryer, and I announced that the water would be warm enough for him to shower. Getting up he removed the blanket from his body and after folding it neatly, placed it on the chair. His body was stunning. Jonathan must have been at least six-foot-two-inches tall, and there wasn’t an ounce of flab on him. He was moderately hairy and he had a cock that I had only ever dreamt about. It was thick and floppy and swung before him with cavalier arrogance.

I told him to take his time and enjoy himself as he left toward the bathroom. It took him a good half-hour and when he finally re-joined me, he looked magnificent. Shaved and clean, he was really a good looking dude. As he approached with his elephantine member swaying boastfully, I had a tracksuit top and pants at the ready, which had dried sufficiently for him to wear. The meal I was preparing was also well underway and would only take a further fifteen minutes. Once dressed, he walked around my living area.

Most of my art was rather homoerotic and I wondered what he would make of it. Returning to the kitchen chair, he was very complimentary and said I had a lovely home. Twenty minutes later we enjoyed an early dinner. He kept thanking me and having finally relaxed, I was having the time of my life. His company was exhilarating and I was rather pleased about my rash decision at the gas station. I even defrosted a hot desert that I had been saving for a rainy day.

At around nine p.m., after a few more beers and fantastic conversation, I informed him that the spare room was ready for his him. Smiling, he asked me if I would allow him to thank me properly for my generosity. I shrugged apprehensively.

Staring intently at me he asked, “Would you allow me the honour of sharing your bed with you tonight?” As I began trembling he walked over and hugged me, before continuing, “You are more beautiful than you could ever imagine.”

After gently wiping the tears from my cheeks he kissed me, and when he affectionately began stroking my back, I started to sob. He tightened his embrace, holding me tighter and more lovingly than I ever experienced before.

Next, we moved through to the bedroom and undressed. Getting into bed I saw him place a tube on the bedside table. Having only ever tried anal penetration once before, which turned out to be a disaster because my partner on that occasion was unskilled and disgusted with my inability to follow through, I was somewhat apprehensive given Jonathan’s endowment. I was also very nervous about a possible repeat of my former failure. After he moved onto me, he resumed kissing me ardently. There was no hurry and the experience was breath-taking.

Upon turning me on my side he moved behind me before I felt his lubricated finger playing with my butt-hole. He gently inserted a finger and leisurely began opening me up. As he kissed my head, ears, and mouth, his finger kept stirring in my manhole. Gradually a second finger entered without too much discomfort as he continued massaging my hole.

He then gently pushed me onto my stomach and mounted me. As his shaft started sliding into my cavern, I felt a divine infiltration of fulfilment. His gasps echoed in my ears as he finally bottomed out. His penetration became rhythmic as his pelvis pistoned his large knob into me. When his hands moved under my body and located my nipples, he began to tweak them. My horny howls only intensified his onslaught as his huffs grew ever louder. Thank goodness I lived on a small-holding because we were growling like animals, and when he erupted into my tight hole I ejaculated all over the sheet simultaneously.

He continued lying on top of me as we savoured the after-glow. Amazingly, his knob remained rock hard. After a few minutes as he again began to nibble my ears, his hips sprang to life once more. Then, upping the tempo of his thrusting he was soon hammering into me. After lifting his body he turned me onto my side, before clasping my right leg to his chest. As he continued to plunge his cock into me, he began to masturbate me with his right hand. After several minutes, as he announced he was getting close I took over from him and wanked myself furiously. With my leg grasped in both his arms, we bellowed loudly as our dicks gushed once more.

Next, as he lay next to me he announced, “Two down, four to go.” As I giggled he smiled, before resuming, “Six has always been my favourite number.”

A short while later after he moved me onto my back, he placed my legs over his shoulders. His entry was less gentle than before and within seconds I was being pummelled vigorously. Upping the ante, he repeatedly began withdrawing his cock all the way, before slamming it back into me entirely. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to walk the following day. The initial strain soon turned into utter bliss as Jonathan jackhammered my arse. I again began frantically pleasuring myself and soon the next tidal wave of spunk flowed from both of us.

Without withdrawing from my arse after round three, he told me to wrap my legs around his waist, before his sweaty body fell onto me. With my head cradled in his hands, his mouth molested my lips. Unbelievably, his pelvis again sprang to life before pummelling my butt was once. With all the sperm that I had received thus far, the sloshing sounds from my butt were getting louder. Drowning in perspiration and with body secretions everywhere, Jonathan unloaded his fourth deposit ten minutes later. I mentally thank goodness for mattress protectors.

As he lifted off me, he smilingly announced that a short break was in order. After towelling off we moved through to the kitchen for some liquid refreshment. Having consumed our drinks, we then moved through to the shower to freshen up.

Before turning the water on, he pushed me onto my knees. Servicing his large dick orally was rather an ordeal, but I have to give myself credit because I managed to take at least three-quarter of his monster in my mouth, and down my throat. With his hands on my head, we got a steady tempo going as he skull-fucked me. I was dying to taste his cum and was richly rewarded several minutes later when he unloaded into my mouth. It was yummy and when he pulled my body up afterward, we locked lips and shared the delicious snack.

After a lengthy kiss, my body was turned and after pushing my body against the wall, Jonathan again entered me. Soon, he was fucking me like a madman as his hands tightly gripped my hips. Upon pushing my backside backward and into him, I was also able to start tugging my dick as we lustily gyrated. After a lengthy session, when I surmised that we were both getting close, I begged him to unload into my mouth another time. Our timing was spot on and as I fell to my knees I receive his creamy nectar as I shot my own load on the shower floor.

Afterward, we enjoyed a well-earned shower before returning to the lounge for another round of drinks.

Jonathan now asked me about my emotional state after our sexual marathon. I told him I was elated, before sharing the history of my former anal failure and loveless existence with him.

After returning to the bedroom I discovered that he had lied to me earlier. Apparently, seven was his new favourite number! The following morning after breakfast I showed him around the small-holding. He was stunned by the lack of vegetables and fruit trees on the smallholding. Apparently, he was into working the land and said that he would definitely have developed the produce on the property far more aggressively. I then invited him to visit me whenever he liked and said that I would be very happy with his assistance in that regard.

Pleased by my invitation, he promised that he would definitely do so. As he was only due to report for duty the following afternoon at noon, I offered to take him to the city the following day. He was overawed by my offer, and as I was also only due back at work on Wednesday, I was very keen on having him around for the rest of Monday.

We visited a nursery that afternoon and bought ten fruit tree of his choosing before he busied himself planting them late that afternoon.

That evening we took things a little slower and only had sex five times. Having become a total cum-slut, I got to savour another three of his delicious loads. My overused arse was also put through its paces that evening, but I was holding up rather well and happily, could still walk properly.

At nine the following morning I drove him to his contract job in the city. Fortunately, accommodation had been provided for him and so he wouldn’t have to rough it any longer.

We spoke on the phone a few times that week and arranged for me to collect him from the bus stop in town, on Friday evening. Fortuitously, there was a regular bus service between my town and the city.

This, thereafter, became a weekly routine for us and my small-holding transformed over the next six months. Sex with him was always spectacular and Friday nights being the highlight of my week. We also broke our previous records, as his favourite number was extended to eight.

After six months when his contract came to an end I invited him to live with me permanently. Having fallen in love, it was a suitable arrangement for both of us. The fruit and vegetable garden flourished and we were soon selling our produce at a local morning market, on Saturdays. Apart from that income, which naturally belonged to him, Jonathan also frequently got work in town and made quite a good living.

Life was great!