My heart is pounding and I've got a big bulge in my jeans as I turn off the two lane highway.
The motel is two cinderblock buildings facing each other across a cracked parking lot. A faded wood sign over the first unit's door reads "Office." It's midafternoon and only a couple of the spaces are occupied. I ignore the office and park in front of room 14. I turn the engine off and stare at the battered metal door.
I had a sheltered background. We never talked about sex in our household. My parents seemed to think that avoiding the topic would keep anything bad from happening. Of course, that didn't stop my sexual feelings, which grew stronger as I got older.
When I was in my early teens, Dad warned me that older gay men preyed on kids like me. I didn't believe him, but he was really insistent. Somehow, that focused my increasingly intense sexual urges. I'm straight, but I still found myself fantasizing about older gay men.
When I got older, I started visiting local gay chat rooms. I'd post pictures of myself and requests like "straight 18/m wanting to meet an older man to try X." A lot of older gay men said they'd love to get their hands on me. They didn't mind me being straight. That was an extra added attraction.
Sometimes, we'd have cybersex. That was all right, but my weakness was hearing what older men thought about how I looked and the ways they'd make me submit to them.
Now, I'm 18. I have a girlfriend. We've been together for almost a year and I lost my virginity to her last month. I've never had sex with a man.
I'm scared. Part of me wants to drive off, but the rest is getting out of the car, crossing the short strip of pavement, and knocking on the motel room's door.
The door opens after a few seconds. The man standing there is naked, except for the towel tied around his waist. His muscular body is covered with lurid tattoos, but I hardly notice them. I can't stop staring at the big bulge in the front of the towel.
He looks me over and smiles. "Hi Kid. Come on in."
I step into the room. He closes the door behind me and puts the chain on. "I wasn't sure you'd come. A lot of boys chicken out."
"Not me." I'm not going to say how close I came to running away.
We look each other over silently. His screen name is "Rooster." He's a white guy in his early 50s. He looks sort of like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson--a giant muscle man with a shaved head and a black and gray stubble beard.
Rooster walks around me in a slow circle, looking me over. I'm 5' 10" tall and weigh 165 pounds, with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a face the online guys call "cute." He's at least seven inches taller and 100 pounds heavier than me.
"Jee-sus!" He has a pronounced southern accent. "Yo ass sure looks fine in those tight jeans." He pats my butt and then slides his hand between my legs, fondling my cock and balls through the fabric.
He grips my shoulders and turns me around. "You're a real cutie. Way hotter than your pictures."
"Uh... Thanks!" Facing this big intimidating man, I can't think of anything else to say.
Rooster reaches out and runs his fingers through my hair. "You're a cocky kid." He unbuttons my checked shirt and pulls it open, revealing my bare chest. "Nice YOUNG body, pretty face, sexy sly smile, lips made for cocksucking..."
He unties the towel and lets it fall to the floor. I gasp as his newly-freed cock snaps up like a switchblade. It's several inches longer and a lot thicker than my fair-sized pole, with prominent veins and a wide flaring head.
Rooster grins and says, "You like my cock." I can't speak. I just nod.
"You want to touch it." I nod again. Rooster grabs my hand and guides it to his crotch.
My fingers instinctively curl around his stiff rod. They barely close around its girth. The top two inches of his shaft and his broad cock-head protrude from my closed fist.
This is the first time I've touched another man's cock. It feels weird. My hard-on gets even bigger.
Rooster unfastens my belt and opens my fly, then pushes my jeans down around my ankles.
"Lookie there." He runs his fingers over the big bulge in my tighty whities. There's a big wet spot at its tip. "Somebody's horny."
I tighten my grip on his stiff rod as he yanks my shorts down, freeing my straining pole.
"Ooh-Wee! You got a Gawdamn purty dick there, boy!" He curls a huge hand around my hard cock and tight balls.
He looks me over like a hawk preparing to dive on a squirrel. "You want me to play with that purty dick, don't you?" I nod and he says, "What's that? I can't hear you, boy!"
"Yes... sir..." It's hard to get the words out. "Please play with my cock."
"That's better." Rooster makes a circle with his thumb and index finger and slides them up and down my stiff shaft while squeezing my balls with his remaining three fingers. "You like that. Dontcha boy?"
He's way rougher than my girlfriend when she jacks my cock. It hurts a little, but also makes me horny as hell. "Yes sir." I stroke his rod, running my closed fist from its base to its crown, rubbing my thumb and index finger over its tightly stretched skin.
The tension in my balls builds rapidly. I'm close to coming when he releases my throbbing dick, pulls our bodies together, and kisses me.
I'm shocked and frightened by his savage male kiss. He rapes my mouth with his tongue while rubbing his hard cock against my stiff pole. Panicked, I try to pull away. He's too big and strong. He kisses me even harder, thrusting his tongue down my throat while kneading my buttocks and fingering my crack.
"You're a cocky kid," Rooster growls. "You need some discipline." He puts me over his knee and raises a huge hand.
Crack! His hand strikes my buttocks, making a noise like a pistol shot. It hurts, way more than all those times Dad paddled my bare butt. "Oh shit..." I moan.
"Did that hurt my little cocky kid?" He fondles my butt cheeks briefly, then smacks them again, harder than before.
Crack! I scream and try to twist away. He restrains me easily. He pats my ass again, then Crack! Crack!... Crack! Tears fill my eyes, but my cock is rock hard.
