A true tale of my first cock adventure which developed into a longer term arrangement and introduced me to dressing. My first story… be kind x
Bill and Ann had always been our neighbours. My parents got on really well with them and they were always friendly and sociable. They had kids early and they had now moved out, Bill was about 50, Ann in her early 40s. Ann was very attractive, petite but wonderful tits and the cutest ass. Bill was a builder to trade and had his own business. Ann was a nurse and worked at the local hospital.
They had the nicest house in the street which Bill had worked tirelessly on, extending and renovating. Now boasting an impressive den, with large pool table, darts, bar etc. This was quite unusual back then and was always great for parties. Bill being the hospitable type he would also let me my friends and I use it, or sometimes I’d have a few games with him if I wasn’t up to much in the evenings and Ann was working nights.
One such evening around 7pm I was round, enjoying a few games with Bill. Ann had left an hour earlier for her shift. We were chatting as usual, absolutely nothing out the ordinary, just like all the previous evenings like this. I bent over the table to take a shot, then things did take a turn. I felt Bills hands on my hips, his hands wrapping just under the cheeks of my ass squeezing gently. I froze completely, still lying bent over the table, my eyes still focused down the pool cue. I didnt know what to do, what to say. My heart started pounding out my chest instantly. Every second felt like an hour. I assume Bill took this as an invitation to continue, his hands still softly caressing my ass through my jeans but he had moved closer and I could now feel him pressing against me. An obvious erection was forming in Bills trousers and I could feel it finding its way between my cheeks, slowly grinding, pressing harder against me with every movement.
Not a word was muttered from either of us, though it was clear we were both enjoying it. Bill was now fully erect and though this was the first cock I had felt against I could tell it was a good length and as solid as any pool cue.
Bill’s hands slowly moved from my ass around to the front of my jeans. Without thinking I moved myself slightly off the pool table to allow him access, still fully bent over with my head on the tabletop. I thought he was going to feel my cock, which was still soft, I presume due to still being in complete shock. His hands met at the top of my jeans, undoing the buttons, loosened them off. His hands slowly started peeling them downwards, along with my pants, all the way down to below my knees. His hands run back up the backs of my legs before firmly grabbing my ass, groping and spreading my soft cheeks. The overwhelming sense of exposure was exquisite, the cool air on my virgin hole. Bills hands left me again and could sense Bill’s trousers were now being loosened. I tried to breath normally but my heart was still racing, my body tingling all over. His hands returned to my hips and now his naked, solid cock was back on my ass, slowly but firmly grinding against my tight and smooth hole. The feeling was incredible, feeling so wrong but so, so right at the same time. Completely unable to stop what was happening. Bill’s pace quickened, his cock taking longer strokes up and down my ass. His breathing now audible, interspersed with some moans. His body pushing hard against me, pinning me over the table, my small cock still limp and soft. Then the loudest groan with one final long shove against me I felt his seed spill onto the bottom of my back. Bill pulled back slightly, his still firm cock head now nestled right against my hole, still spilling his warm cum against me. After a minute Bill pulled back, I stayed in place, my used ass felt wet all over. He placed a box of tissues on the side of the pool table, then the first words spoken, “you better get cleaned up and get home”. This was to be just the beginning. |
