Being Grateful
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated man and a young teen. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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I’ve been having some problems at home, so my dad sent me to spend some time working on his friend Max’s farm thinking it would “help straighten [me] out.” Whatever.

Max is a buff guy with brown hair and green eyes. He seems a little gruff, but I think that’s just for show. Kind of like a “scared straight” move. I can’t believe Dad thinks this will do anything for me.

The first couple of weeks weren’t too bad. The kids at the local school were okay. I wanted to play football, but it wasn’t the right season, so I decided to not play sports. Besides, I figured I’d be home by spring break anyway.

By the third week I was pretty bored between working on the farm and the redneck middle school, so I got into some trouble. Max actually spanked me when we got home.  He put me over his knees. “I’m 13! I’m too old to be spanked!” I insisted.

“Then act your fucking age.”

When he let me up, I noticed it seemed like his pants were bulging. I guess all my moving around on his lap while he swatted me gave him some wood. He went to shower. I was curious and made sure I was “accidentally” walking by when he came out of his bathroom.  He was naked, and I got to see his big dick flopping around as he walked to his bed.

I’m not gay, but I can’t deny that seeing his big dick got me a bit hard. I actually had a hard time getting the image of his muscular body, the dark bush of his groin, and his meat flopping around out of my mind. Later I heard him on the phone with my dad.

“The worst part was I had a chick coming over so I could finally get laid, but I had to cancel since I had to pick his ass up from school. Should’ve spanked him harder for that alone. Yeah, you know how it is. I haven’t had pussy in a long time. I’m horny as fuck, dude.”

I don’t know why, but that really got my attention.

“Hahaha! Yeah, he told me how he was too old to get spanked. He’s just lucky I didn’t yank his pants down and beat that bare ass. Hahaha! You’re going to earn mean dad of the year award if you aren’t careful. Yeah, she’s a freak, too. She can almost take a hard pounding. At least she can take enough that I’m a happy man.”

I had a mental image of Max fucking a girl really hard. I wondered how it would feel with his muscles on top of her and just how big his dick got when it was hard. Shit! I was getting hard, so I left the hallway and crept back into my room.

I couldn’t go back to school the next day since I had a 2-day suspension, so Max made sure I had plenty of extra work to do. I had such a hard time keeping last night’s image out of my head, though. By the time he was ready for lunch, I was feeling as horny as he was. If not worse!

We went into the mud room to take off our boots. I decided to make my move. “Max, I know I’ve been an asshole to be around.”

“I won’t correct you,” he said, pulling off his boots.

“But I do appreciate what you’re doing for me.” I moved closer to him, and he turned his attention to me. I looked into his green eyes and swallowed hard. “I know you’ve made a lot of sacrifices to have me here. You aren’t used to having a kid to deal with.”

“That’s fucking true,” he said, scratching his chest.

“And I’m sure I cramp your style somewhat.”

“Again, not going to argue.”

“Well, I . . . want to show you my appreciation.” I reached up and began undoing his overalls.

“By helping me out of my overalls? I can manage, dude.”

“No, that isn’t all,” I said. I pulled his overalls down and knelt before him. I looked up at his confused face and gathered my courage. I could see his dick as it lay in his boxers. I moved my face to his striped underwear, opened my mouth, and ran my lips along the edges of his soft dick.
“Timmy, what the hell are you doing?”

“Showing you my gratitude,” I answered. I quickly tugged down his boxers and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste his salty sweat.

“Fuck!” he said.

I pulled his boxers down as I felt his tool growing in my mouth. I continued sucking it enjoying the feeling of it swelling.

“This. . . this isn’t right, Timmy,” he said, but I could tell that was just talk. He was enjoying the feeling of his hard dick in my hot, wet mouth. When he was rock hard, I grabbed onto the back of his muscular legs and forced his meat deeper into my throat. I made myself gag, but I kept at it.

When I felt his hand on my head, I figured we were at a safe place. I moved my hands to his feet and pulled them out of his overalls and underwear. He slowly began humping my mouth, and I moaned loudly. My hands moved to his ass cheeks, and I squeezed them. I felt something inside of me ignite, and all I could think about what his thick cock. I wanted every inch of it in my throat. 

I wanted to suck the sweat off his balls, so I released his dick and began sucking on his big balls. I glanced upward and saw a hungry look in his eyes. It was then that I made a decision. While I continued sucking him, I undid my overalls and pulled off my shirt.

I returned his cock back to my mouth for a few moments while I gathered the rest of my courage. Finally, I let go of him and stood up. I stepped out of my clothing so that I was completely naked. He watched me eagerly as I reached above the washer and grabbed the container of lotion.

He looked confused as I coated his dick with the slippery lotion. “I was hoping you’d keep sucking,” he said finally.

“I’m sure you haven’t been able to fuck in a while, at least not while I’ve been here. So, I’m giving myself to you. Fuck me.”

I took him by the hand and guided him to the washer. I bent over the white, cold metal device and placed his hand on my bare hip. “Timmy. . . “

“Please, Max. I want to do this. I owe you.”

“You don’t have to give me your manhood as a thank-you.”

I reached back, grabbed his dick and pulled him toward me. “Put it in me. Stop wasting time.”

“I’m not going to be able to be gentle, Max.”

“I don’t care. My ass is yours. It’s your pussy.”

I felt his knob push into me. “Oh fuck! Max, this is a REALLY bad idea.”

I pushed backward forcing more of his meat inside me. I felt his fingers grip my hips hard, and he was shoving his dick into my aching hole. My asshole immediately felt like it was on fire. I was grateful I had tossed my shirt onto the washer, because now I had a mouthful of it as his thick rod burrowed into me. “This was a really bad idea, Timmy.”

I gripped the sides of the washer as more of the thick dick slid into me. “You don’t like it?”

“Oh, I fucking like it. That’s the problem. There’s no way I can only do this once.”

I was breathing hard, and I could feel sweat breaking out all over me. “Did I say it was only once?”

“Good thing, Timmy, because I’m fucking horny, and your throat and sweet ass are going to be getting lots of dick from me. Don’t you even dare think about telling your dad, either.”

“I won’t be telling anyone!”

Suddenly I felt one of his strong hands around my neck. His hot breath was on my face as he whispered, “That’s fucking right you won’t. You’re my little faggot now. And later, after I’m done filling up your virgin ass with my jizz, you’re going to get my cock down your throat, and you’ll swallow every fucking drop. Ain’t that right, fag boy?”

I nodded my head. 

“Speak up, boy.”

“Yes!” When his fingers tightened on my throat, I added, “Yes, sir!”

“That’s right. You show me some respect. Your dad know you’re a fag?”

“I’m not a fag!”

“Really? So you sucked on my dick and bent over so I could bury my thick cock up your ass because you ain’t a fag.” I heard his raspy laugh after he said this. “Well, you’re my fag now.”

His hands moved to my shoulders, and he gripped them roughly. I was forced to bite down on my shirt again as he forced his rod into burning ass. I could feel his fat meat move back and forth inside me. Soon, my hole relaxed more, and that’s when I felt him shove the rest of his flesh sword inside me.

“Yeah, fucker! Balls deep!” He began humping me faster now. I was grunting as his thick cock pounded my insides. He smacked my ass cheek hard as he rammed his tool into me. I could feel pressure building in my dick like when I jacked off. As Max fucked me, the pressure built up. I was moaning now. “You love that big dick, doncha you little bitch!”

I moaned louder, and I felt my cock explode. I cried out which was muffled by my T-shirt. I could feel my ass muscles clamp down on his dick. It was almost spasming as he fucked me. I felt his hand on my dick, and when he gripped it, my dick twitched again. “You came while I was fucking you! Goddamn, you really do love it.”

This seem to turn him on even more because he started fucking me harder. “Take every fucking inch of that fat cock, faggot.”

It was over soon, though. I could feel him coming into my ass, and he slapped me on the butt again as his meat unloaded deep in my hole. When he pulled out, my hole began clenching trying to get rid of the ache. He turned on the shower and got it to the right temperature.

“Get your ass in here. You’re going to clean me up. Wash that pussy well, too.” I joined him in the shower. I took the soap he handed me and washed him all over. “Make sure that cock is good and clean unless you want to taste your shit while you suck my cock.”

I definitely did not want that experience, so I made sure his dick was good and clean. When he got out, I finished washing myself. He put on some sweat pants and a T-shirt and entered the house. When I followed after, he was preparing lunch.

When we had cleaned the dishes and kitchen, he shoved me into the living room. He pushed me again so that I landed on the couch. He shoved his sweats down revealing his semihard cock. “Get busy. You’re getting some milk with your lunch.” 

I moved in and took his dick into my mouth and started working it. “Suck it like you mean it, faggot. You know you want that thick sausage!” I felt his fingers in my hair, and I began sucking him deeper and faster. “There you go cocksucker. That fat cock is your best friend now. Treat it right!”

He held a fistful of my hair as I tried to get his meat into my mouth. His low-hanging balls swung back and forth as he slowly humped my throat. When he started moving a little faster, I held onto his muscular legs.

He seemed to think that meant go faster. He let go of my hair and gripped my head with both of his strong hands as he started pumping into my mouth faster. “You want to swallow that jizz don’t you, boy?”

I didn’t think he really wanted an answer, so I just kept sucking. I had to focus to keep from coughing as his dick plunged into my throat more deeply. 

“Your dad didn’t tell me his boy was gay.”

I wanted to say I wasn’t, but first of all there was a big dick in my throat, and secondly this same cock had been up my ass not that long ago. And I had initiated it. I wasn’t sure what that really meant about me, but I wasn’t going to deny that I did enjoy this somewhat. I just hoped it meant he’d start going a little easier on me.

He wasn’t talking as much during the blowjob. He kept deepthroating me, and I struggled to not vomit when he did it. I figured there was no way he’d be getting that whole thing in my mouth, but he certainly seemed to be trying hard to prove me wrong.

After a while he stepped out of his sweats and moved onto the couch. I was forced backward, and with my body pinned against the back of the couch, he was straddling my legs with his knees while he fucked my throat.

I finally figured out things would be better if I held my breath when his meat was shoved in my throat. Once I got my breathing right, the gagging wasn’t nearly as bad. He never seemed to be fazed either way, though. He just kept humping my mouth regardless of what I did.

Several moments later it felt like his dick was getting more swollen. “Here comes your afternoon treat, fag boy!” He shoved his dick farther into my throat, and I felt his cock explode in my mouth. I swallowed as the fluid shot into my throat. He pulled his dick back a bit so that his cum sprayed on my tongue. “Taste good?” he asked. 

I continued sucking. His cum actually didn’t taste bad, so I was able to swallow a bit more eagerly.

“That’s right. Drink it all, homo!”

After a bit, he sat down next to me on the couch. He grabbed my head and pulled it to his groin. “Don’t waste a single drop.” I massaged his balls as I continued swallowing his jizz.

When we were done, I asked him, “Are you mad at me?”

“Why the fuck would you think that?”

“Because you keep calling me fag and all that.”

He was silent for a moment. “Look, I just don’t want you getting the wrong idea.”

“What is that?”

“That I’m into guys. I’m horny as fuck, and I’ll fuck you and shove my cock down your throat, but don’t for a second think I’m into all that other gay shit.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“Keep it that way, and we’ll get along just fine. But don’t think this is over. You opened a can of worms today. Now that I’ve had a taste of your tight hole, I’ll be wanting it again.”

“I know, Max.”

“And I plan on getting it in your mouth plenty, too.”

“I won’t let you down.”

The rest of the day things were pretty quiet between us. And a little weird. I guess that was to be expected. At bedtime, I was in my room changing into my pajamas when Max called me into his bedroom.

When I opened his door, he was standing next to his bed. He was naked, and his cock was standing straight out from his body. “Bend over,” he said pointing at the bed. I quickly stripped out of my pajamas and did as he ordered. “I think I’m going to take a bit more time with this one.” 

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but there was no turning back now.