I was your typical sixteen year old. I was carefree, felt invincible, and didn’t really think about my next step. It was the summer of 1977. I was vacationing with my friend’s family on the west coast. We surfed in the early mornings, skateboarded in the afternoons, and went exploring in the evenings. As long as we came back his parents didn’t seem to care.
One morning it was storming something fierce. We ended up hanging out waiting for the storm to pass. By the time we got to the beach it was crowded and the waves were very calm. I wasn’t that great at surfing and so I still went out just to get more practice. My friend had spotted a couple or cute girls and went to hit on them. The surfing wasn’t good and by the time I had gotten back, my friend had disappeared. I wasn’t worried and opted to lay out and wait. I was this lean muscled 5’7″, shaggy blond hair, blue eyes, tan except for my trunk area, and very young looking for sixteen. I was laying out when these two guys showed up and asked if they could lay out next to me. I thought it was cool they asked and said sure. They were much older than me or at least that is what I initially thought. They were more muscular, had the thick moustaches, hairy chest and legs compared to me with almost no body hair, and dark tan. They wore these tiny spandex shorts that barely covered their impressive junk. I tried not to watch but it was hard to ignore them rubbing oil over their bodies. Then they just laid out. I was drying off and flipped over onto my stomach. I overheard one guy say, “Look a that ass!” At first, I thought they were talking about some hot woman so I looker around and noticed they were both looking in my direction under their sunglasses. It gave me a funny feeling and wasn’t sure what to think. The sun quickly dried my backside and I got up. One of the guys asked me my name. I told him and he said his name was Martin. He looked kind of Hispanic, he was very attractive for a guy, had a very thick moustache, muscular and hairy compared to me. He reached out his hand to shake mine. I could smell the oil on his skin and something in my shorts moved. I got excited and stimulated. He held onto my hand longer than normal. I stood there unaware of the bulge protruding in my trunks. I was captivated by the huge mound in his tiny spandex trunks. I saw it move and I then became aware of mg surroundings. Martin asked me where I was going. I told him I needed to find my friend. He joked that we were friends and I had already found him. We laughed and zit saw his friend turn over and look at me. He licked his lips and then blew me a kiss or so I thought I had seen that. Martin asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint with him and his friend. I had done some pot before and liked how it made me feel. Since it was free, I said sure.
I thought they were going to light it up there but Martin said it was back in his van. He and I walked up to the parking lot. Martin asked me how old I was and I lied because I was afraid he might not want to share with a sixteen year old. I told him I was eighteen. Martin said he was twenty-foor. We got into through the side of the van. It was carpeted and the back seat was folded down. Martin had me go in first. There was a heavy smoke smell. Martin slid the door shut and joined me. He put his hand on my upper leg and moved up quickly on me. I jumped from his aggressive move. His hand rubbed against my cock. I was very nervous and aroused. I asked him what he was doing. Martin started to rub me and getting me hard. He was breathing heavy, “You wan to suck my cock?” I looked at his cock growing in his tiny trunks.
It dawned on me there was no pot to smoke. I was feeling weird and politely said, ” ummm, I probably shouor go.” I was breathing heavy as Martin began to pull my trunks down, my cock sprang out. He then took my hand and used it to rub him. It was hot and I was feeling very weak and powerless. Martin moved fast and within a minute we were both naked. Martin and I kissed. It felt great! I weakly said, “I don’t think I should be here…” I sighed. My mind was telling I better not, my cock and body was screaming just do it!!
Martin was relentless. He forced me down on his huge cock. It was long, thick, veins popping, with a sexy mushroom shaped tip. I licked and kissed his tip letting it pass my lips into my mouth. Martin forced me down and even though it surprised me, I stayed relaxed. Martin guided my head up and down on him. Saliva drooled from my mouth as I started to really get into it. It was hot in the van and our bodies were sweating. Martin grunted. His cock going deeper down my throat. My throat gargled on him. Martin was fully erect when he pulled me off of him. I looked weary at him. My jaw ached from being open for so long. He repositioned himself and pushed me around to face the front of the van. Everything moved so fast. He began to finger me and I groaned at how fast his fingers penetrated into my pale white ass. My cock loved it and bounced as I struggled to not fall onto my face. Martin used two fingers hard and jammed them into my ass. I moaned and winced in discomfort. I tried to relax my breathing but struggled. Martin also told me to relax. Then he pushed his warm cock up behind me. Instinctively, I pushed my ass back into him. His tip ran up and down on my hole. I found it exhilarating. Then Martin told me to ask him to put his cock into my ass.
I said weakly, “Can you stick your cock into my ass?” It sounded funny to me saying it out proud. Martin kept teasing my wiggling ass with his tip. He spit down on his cock and rubbed it. Then he was much more stern when he told me to beg him. I did so but it wasn’t convincing enough. Martin was obsessed. He was past the point of no return. He scolded me by spanking my ass hard with his strong hand. I jumped away and cried out. My eyes watered and I turned around. One look at Martin and I knew he wasn’t playing around. I was going to get fucked either way. I thought better than to mess around. In the most pleading way I could, “Please, please breed me!!” I moved my ass back into him. Martin pushed his tip into me.
I swore loudly and cried silently as he opened my ass up. My insides were being stretched and it hurt so badly. Martin went in further and the deeper he went the louder I got. Martin held my narrow pale hips and dug into me deep. In my mind I wanted to stop, the pain was intense but I managed to sputter, “fuck me, fucked me hard.” Martin drilled me violently. He called me his bitch and said I had a great tight ass. I somehow kept moving as my head drooped up and down. The intense burning sensation in my ass got to an extreme point to where I felt nothing. My whole body broke into a feverish sweat. Martin was exerting himself over and into me. Then quickly he took his long stank flesh stick out of me. I fell forward and Martin hovered over me as his warm juice was deposited onto my lower back and ass. The smell of man sweat, smoke, and my ass stank on his cock made me sick. I felt this insane emptiness in my ass where his cock had been. Martin rubbed his cock into his semen on my backside. My body became very achy and I couldn’t move paralyzed by Martin now resting over me. He kissed my upper back and my neck. I barely could breath with him on me. My ass throbbed and I groaned when Martin stuck it back into me. I begged to him that I didn’t
know how much more I could take. He started pumping into me not as hard as he initially was. Still his cock felt good in me even as it caused me so much pain.
Martin grunted as he pumped my ass. My moans weakened and I stopped begging him to stop. I submitted to Martin. I told him my ass was his after some promoting. Martin pulled out and said I could go. He laid back on the folded down backseat and watched how I moved gingerly around barely able to put my trunks back on. I opened the side door of the van. The hot outdoor air felt cool compared to the sweaty hot box van. I stumbled out and looked around. My ass pulsated and I could still feel Martin inside me. My ass drooled as stinky mixture of semen, fecal matter, and blood down my left leg. I walked with a timid limp back to wear I left my surf board and Martin’s friend. He scoffed at me and smiled knowing full well I had been bred. I limped around not able to sit down and cried without tears. My friend had left me and I somehow got back with a ride in the back of some couple’s truck. They asked if I needed to go to the hospital with the now caked on blood on my legs. I passed on the offer and just wanted to get back to my friend’s house. I was fortunate no one saw me. I showered and the water stung my ass as I gently washer myself. I was broken and tired.
I fell asleep on the bed wearing just a bath towel wrapped around my waist. I didn’t wake until late the next morning. My body ached even worse and my ass was on fire. I tried to hide my pain but it was obvious as I got a glass of water. My friend saw me and asked what had happened. I thought about not telling him the truth but he knew me too well so I just spewed out what took place. He wasn’t shocked and seemed to know that I was secretly gay. I wanted to ask him how he knew but wasn’t in a talkative mood. I was cramping and my stomach was giving me fits. I tried to take a shit for days but nothing. I ate very little. I slept on my stomach or side alto. I did drink lots of water. I didn’t go out either. My friend had moved on from being sympathetic and his hormones were in overdrive as he was fucking one of the girls he met from the beach. He took advantage of her mom working during the day to pound the girl.
Just eight days later, I had a massive hard poop. It felt amazing to finally push all that shit out of me. My ass was still sore but I longed to see Martin again. I had hoped to see him when I walked the beach but never found him. Started to ask around and I met a guy who said he knew Martin. He looked me over and asked me how old I was. Again I said 18. He looked at me suspiciously and asked me to describe Martin. I decribed Martin in great detail and the guy smiled. He boldly blurted out, “mmmmm, so did he bareback you?” I nodded somewhat ashamed. He asked my name and gave him my phone number. In return, he told me that he would pass it on to him. I felt optimistic.
Days, then a week passed. I waited for Martin to call me. I had fully healed. I replayed what Martin did to me over and over in my head. Each time more erotic and it got me excited. I was masturbated, using varied blunt objects into my ass. I found screwdriver handles the most pleasurable. I bought lube and learned of how to clean my ass. I even flushed my ass out before going out. The enemas made me feel weak and I had lost weight. I was even more lean than before. I was sexually frustrated. Martin had ruined me, my ass wanted more, I wanted to do more but he wasn’t around. There were personal ads that were hung on these cylinder shaped poles around some of the places I walked around near the beaches. I found one that was buried under some newer posting looking for young gay men for modeling. I memorized the number and called it one afternoon. It rang several times and I was about to hang up when I gruff voice answered. I was startled by him coughing and clearing his throat loudly. “What do you want??” he said in a booming voice and very direct. I swallowed hard and timidly asked if this was the number I had dialed…..just in case it wasn’t. He verified the number and asked me again what I wanted. I again asked meekly if this was the place looking for models. His response was unexpected and he seemed put off by the inquiry. He asked me how I found his number and I told him where I had found it. Then he proceeded to tell me how he posted that a while back and got cold cocked by every fake gay guy on the planet. He swore often while telling me. Then he asked me when I could come for an interview. I said whenever, but needed to meet soon. He asked me why, because my friend’s family was going back in a couple of weeks. The man exhaled loudly, “So you’re full of shit!!” I stayed silent unsure what to say because he was probably right. After a short pause, he asked if I still wanted to meet. I said yes.
Two hours later, I arrived at his apartment. The man wasn’t what I expected. He was tall, 6’3″, he was lean muscled with a bit of a belly he didn’t have a shirt on and wore only these off brown shorts, he was shaved on top with hairy legs. He looked me over and let me in. He introduced himself as Wayne. He stared at me while smoking and then asked me my age. I told him eighteen and he raised an eyebrow. He quickly asked me my birthday and I rattled of my actually birthday with the correct year to verify my age to him. He laughed and joked that most guys messed that one up. He gave me a wink and his gruff tone became more pleasant. His living room was small. It had a small yellow couch with two book shelves with various things on them. There was a camera on a small table and a video camera on a tripods. There were two umbrella like shades on both sides of the couch. Wayne ushered me into the kitchen area and we sat down at ten table. He asked for my identification. I didn’t have it on me. He said no worries and got up. He grabbed a camera and pulled this grey background down and had me stand in front of it. He took a few pictures and then we sat down again. He pushed a paper with loads of words towards me. This is pretty standard but you can read it if you like. All I saw was a bunch of big words. I was shocked and he quickly went over the contract and I understood the details. Wayne asked me if I had done any modeling before and told me no experience was preferred. I signed it and then he slid another piece of paper in front of me as he quickly took the other. One the second sheet were a list of different sexual items. He told me to check the ones I was willing to do. I was unfamiliar with quite a few and needed Wayne to explain them. He seemed put off by how many times I needed help. I checked most of boxes yes because Wayne told me it could make me more money. I signed and dated it and Wayne verified. Then he looked it over. While looking it over he causally mentioned, “You’re not eighteen are you?” he glared at me. I wanted to be strong but I failed. I looked away ashamed and told him I wasn’t. After busting me he smiled. “Don’t sweat it, I’ve got a guy who can make you eighteen. I knew you weren’t eighteen!” He laughed and seemed proud of himself. He made me tell him my real age. Wayne looked at me lustfully. He carefully moved his chair next to mine and showed me one last piece of paper. He told me this was standard, he talked about what we were about to do today. I was to do a strip video with pictures, masturbate video with pictures, do a pov video of me giving Wayne oral and Wayne barebacking me. He informed me he had the rights to everything and I would be compensated with a flat rate of xxx amount of money. I agreed to the terms and was excited to get started. Wayne asked if I needed to prep myself and I said no. We went to the living room. Wayne had me undress. It wasn’t as straight forward as I thought. We did it mutluple times with Wayne directing me. Then we moved onto masturbation. I needed to slow down and it was more choppy than natural. My explosive ejaculating excited Wayne. We started joking and I was comfortable being naked and masturbating for him. My cum exploding really had Wayne going and he asked me if I could do it again. The hours slipped by. Then it was time for Wayne and I. I got dresses as Wayne held a camera and proceeded to undress me over and over. He talked to me while video taping me. I was this kinky young model who was to seduce Wayne into having sex with me. Wayne talked to me while playfully trying to get me to stop. I wouldn’t be denied. I unzipped his shorts and began to suck his nice shaved cock. I had never seen a shaved man’s cock. Wayne was very long, slender, his hard cock curved slightly to the left. He was cut and his cock easily slid down my throat having prelubed. I slurped slowly on him. I made gushing gargling sounds as I complimented him over and over how huge he was. Once satisfied, we moved onto the finale. Wayne rimmed my ass. I lost it and went wild for him. His tongue was masterful! I moaned loudly and over acted a bit. Wayne then probed me with his long fingers. He was very gentle and took his time. I made mistakes begging too early for his cock and to enjoy the slow fingering. Wayne put two in and I got very aroused. I begged him to stop because I wee getting too aroused. Wayne cooled it down. I sucked on his cock one more time coating it with a thick layer of my saliva. Then he laid down and I slowly lowered myself onto him as he video taped me. He played with my nipples as his tip entered into me. I slowly moved up and down going deeper and deeper. Wayne’s cock felt so good. I moved up down on him. Wayne moaned and playfully begged me to stop. I couldn’t as I looked at the camera. It all felt so good. Too good! Wayne had gently been touching my cock when I lost control. My whole body jerked and Mr head bobbed up and down as my cum shot out of me. I kept riding closing my eyes to avoid Wayne’s disappointing look. I was supposed to cum at the same time as him. After all my aftershocks were done. Wayne ordered me off of him. I apologized and fortunately Wayne wasn’t that upset. We had to wait until I could recover. We washed up our cock, hydrated, ate a little something and then we continued after getting Wayne hard again. I got hard easily and we continued this time Wayne stuffed his cock into me from behind. He held the camera and video taped his cock going inside my ass as I moaned in delight. I was having a blast and enjoyed Wayne! I moaned and moved into him as he just sat there on his knees letting me slowly push my ass back into him. Then when it was time we meshed our cock together and he stroked us off. I held back hard. My cock was burning as I struggled hold back until Wayne was ready. His cum oozed out as mine shot out and up into to the air and landed on us both. I moved back and licked the cum off of his cock. He stuffed his cum soaked fingers into my mouth. I licked it up and showed off my prize. Then I swallowed it. We finished shooting. Wayne let me shower in his bathroom while he wrapped a towel around his waist and went into a another bedroom to start editing.
I was naive thinking this was more than just sex. When I got out, I went to Wayne and hugged him from behind. He immediately asked me what I was doing. His tone said it all. I backed away as he told me to get dressed. I got dressed and we sat down at the kitchen table. Wayne was very blunt. He told me it was just a job and not to get too emotionally attached. He warned me that was a good way to get hurt. I nodded but didn’t fully understand the gravity of his words. Wayne and I scheduled another time for the following day. He warned me to hydrate and not to play with myself or have any sex. He paid me in cash and I left feeling conflicted. On one hand, I just prostituted myself out and on the other hand, I got paid to have sex!! What a wonderful feeling! And my ass didn’t hurt as much!!
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