One of those stories that comes to you at the least suspected time and interrupts what you're supposed to be working on in a series. The ADD kicks in and all of a sudden it's just sitting there ready to be written with your only job being filling in the details. This is fiction with bits of true sprinkled in from what could have been. It's also got a rough, non-consensual element so if that isn't your thing you might as well stop now.
Comments are read and appreciated so please comment. I have ideas of where I might take this one and there's more written but the writing muse comes and goes. Let me know if you want more.
I stared at my up the hill neighbor who reacted to my phone notification with a predatory stare. He had his own phone out which was sort of odd since I'd think of him being the last person with a smartphone. We were standing in his barn having a beer as was our habit when I was up for a weekend
Billy is in his mid fifties and rough around edges as a logger/rancher can be. Not particularly tall but wide a and powerful with a two-day beard almost all of the time. He had been our ranch neighbor since my family bought the place three decades ago and we shared mutual work as needed.
I didn't know what the sound was to tell the truth but I was soon to find out. "Semi Straight huh."
I must have looked like a goldfish at that moment. My mouth open and jaw working silently. That was my hookup name. My secret persona I had used on hookup sites. Gay hookup sites.
"Got to be since its showing less than half a mile an we both know nobody's closer than that. Picture looks like the middle of ya too and your phone thinks so." He smirked at that last bit and I realized I had left the location on for the hookup app I'd been experimenting with.
He looked down again and tapped his phone which made mine chirp again. He licked his lips "Says here you're a versatile bottom on the DL. #catcher #curious. That mean you like it up the ass or you're interested in trying it up the ass? Guess it's both our lucky days cause I like fucking queer boys up the ass. Go on, check your phone."
He pretty much had me. Looked at my profile and had me by proximity. "Looking for Tail" had sent me a message. I swiped up and 54 year old Top with a hairy chest filled the screen.
"Don't even have to swipe since you're here. Shuck those jeans and we can have some fun. Shit, this fucking great."
"Uhh, I've never done anything like this. Not really ready. I was just sort of curious."
"Cherry huh? Good thing I've taken a lot of cherries."
He wasn't getting it. I dabbled with the idea of sex with a man but I wasn't imagining it with a neighbor who looked and acted like a lumberjack. The picture had just confirmed what I could see now. The man almost had a pelt.
"Don't think I'm ready right now."
"Don't have the stuff to clean you out handy but I don't mind a little mud on staff when there ain't time."
I sort of cringed at that. He was as crude as he seemed.
"No, I don't want to do that now."
His eyes got hard. "Think you're too good huh. Mr. City boy not going to drop down enough to take a dicking from me?" He continued.
"What makes you think you have a choice here Mr. Down Low. Bet the missus don't know but would like to find out. Be sort of a shock that hubby likes it up the ass. Here!" I saw him hit a combination of buttons and then tap. It showed a text message with my profile picture as a screenshot and my wife's name as the recipient.
"Just gotta press a button and that little secret gets out."
"Don't" I was trying not to panic but inside I was. I had hid this part of life and here it was ready to burst out in the open.
"Whatcha gonna do to make it worth my while."
"Uh, I'll pay you" I blurted out. We were well off and Billy obviously wasn't
"I don't want your fucking money. In fact after that I know for a fact there's only one thing I want now. Your rosy red ass with my cock up it. You're gonna beg for it too. This thing takes movies and I want you begging for it as I take your cherry. Then you're gonna thank me for a belly full of my baby makers ."
I must have made a face that echoed the horror I felt. What I had gotten myself into."
"Don't like that huh, gonna enjoy that even more then. Best part is I betcha you'll end up being one of the neediest little bitches I ever plowed. You got that look about you city boy. So what's it gonna be? I press this little arrow thing right now or you go lean over that table and drop them jeans. I'm gonna count to three and when I hit three you best be showing that ass. ONE!"
My brain was going a million miles an hour but I didn't have a solution. "TWO. Boy you best start moving."
I shuffled over to the long heavy table that filled the room. I'd seen them use it before to clean deer and hogs they had hunted. Scarred with knife cuts, the thick, smooth laminations were going to be the place I lost that last bit of innocence a man could possess.
Woodenly I fiddled with my belt and jeans button and the pants slid down my thighs.
"Get them panties down and step out an kickem aside."
I silently just did it. The air cool on my bare ass.
"Oohee, look at that cute little butt. Bend on over and put your hands over your head. I want you looking at that wood top right now. Didn't have to get to three so you're doing good boy. You'll be getting what ya need soon enough an you won't have to be curious no more."
I could hear him moving around. Suddenly my hands were looped together with a nylon strap and he tugged them out so I was forced farther over the table. My legs were kicked wide like being frisked and likewise strapped to the legs.
"Gotta make sure you don't change your plans while I get some things ready." He laughed and gave me a slap on the ass.
It felt like forever but was probably ten minutes as I thought about what was going to happen. I had thought about having sex with a man but this wasn't how I imagined it. And soon I would have Billy inside my most intimate parts. Using them as a masturbatory sheath before he injected his semen into my guts.
I had no illusion that he'd use a condom. Safe sex to him would just be about not getting bitten. He didn't even care about me being cleaned out and I wondered how much it was going to hurt. Somehow I couldn't imagine this being tenderly being made love to.