Playing squash

I was a plump boy that had a very big chip on my shoulder and loved to excell at sports. Unfortunately, where I lived was pretty much out of town, so there were few opportunities to play. On the next block, Ray Hans' dad had built a squash court that was attached to his barn.

I found myself playing squash with Ray a lot. Ray was four years older then me and used to love to get me running around the court. We had played many times, always ending in a shower.

This day Ray was very excited. He told me he had scored his first head job from a girl in his class. She had sucked him until he was nearly there - but then pulled off when he started to cum. Ray said over and over how great it felt and looked. He said he tried to finger her -but that was not going to happen. He kept saying how he would love to fuck her up the arse.

When we came to have our showers, I found that I was quite hard after all the sexual tension in the conversations. When we were in the shower, Ray had a huge hard on. I looked at his in amazement. It was at least 8" in length and twice as thick as mine. I could not take my eyes off it.

To this time I had never even looked at Ray's body and had no desire to play with boys other then in aggressive games. Ray reached down and soaped my erection and smiled. I grabbed the soap and did the same to his. It felt so large and the head was as round as a one dollar coin. I kept running my hand up and down the shaft, and suddenly Ray's hand was on my shoulder nudging me to my knees.

We never spoke. As I went to my knees, his shaft was directly opposite my face. He pushed his hips forward and it hit me in the eye. I was excited beyond belief. My hand went around the nob and he pulled my head forward. I started to kiss it. I was shaking like a leaf.

I kissed up and down the shaft, then I took it in my mouth. Still not a word from Ray. As I was sucking on his nob, he reached down, took my hand and placed it on his shaft and moved my hand up and down. So there I was kneeling in front of Ray with his cock in my mouth, pulling him off.

After perhaps a minute, Ray pulled his penis away and knelt and started to suck me. I could not believe the sensation. I was shocked that his mouth was warm. I watched it go in and out then I was coming. Ray pulled away and spat out my cum. Still not a word.

I felt sick in the stommoch. All my desire had blown with my cum. 

We got outside the shower - there is a bench that we normally sit on. I sat and started to dry myself. Ray was looking at me -his hard on was even bigger then before -I felt ashamed and wanted to go. 

I saw Ray take a bottle of baby oil from the locker. He had this weird look and made me stand up, turn around, spread my legs and lean over the bench. My knees were weak and I was scared shitless. I knew what was going to happen as I felt him splash oil onto my arse then work it into my anus.

Still not one word was spoken. He applied more oil then I saw him oiling his nob and shaft.

There is a mirror at the end of the shower room and I watch mesmerized as Ray positioned hid nob against my anus. He pushed against me a couple of times, then applied more oil. He fingered me again, then his nob was there again. The vision of his hips moving as I felt the thrust of his cock against my anus, the look in his eyes. the look on my face - this was happening and nothing was stopping it.

I braced myself as his nob penetrated me. The pain was intense, exciting and the punishment I deserved. I felt that nob travel into me and then I could feel his shaft as my anus tighten around it. 

The next minute or so has replayed in my mind a thousand times. I wanted it to stop - the pain was killing. There was no escape from it -yet the fascination of watching him sodomise me in the mirror gave me the ability to separate from the pain and be consumed by the moment. He grunted as I did each time his penis bottomed out in my anal shaft. I lurched forward and struggled to keep my balance.

His actions were relentless, then he started to gasp and quivver - I knew he was coming.

I still remember that day -it is etched in my memory and comes now to rejoice me, where as for years it used to come back to haunt me.