First time meeting Claude

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First time meeting Claude


It was the summer of my eighteenth birthday and, preparing for college, I was looking for a job. When I met Ben he immediately told me i must be Liz's son, since we were look-alikes. I admitted mom's name was indeed Liz, but she had passed away a few years ago.


It turned out Ben had studied with my parents and even dated my mother a couple of times. He had been out of town on his father's buisness but was now back since he inherited his dad's company and a few appartment blocks, one of which was on the street where I lived, maybe ten houses away, reachable by the same back alley. My granfather had forged metal railings for his dad and he wanted me to scrape and repaint them, since they had grown rusty without proper care.


I wasn't sure I'd be allowed to take this job, but Ben told me he'd run it by my grandfather and get permission. He'd pay me well and I could give part of the money to Dad. He had to buy me material and work clothes, Grandpa said, and he'd tutor me on the intricacies of metal painting/restoring if I needed. He knew I was quite useful with this kind of work, since I had spent so many hours with him at the forge over the years.


Not only did Ben provide me with the best tools, new jeans and denim shirts to work, he also took me to the Bay to get a couple of very nice T-shirts and a pair of shorts ( to change into after work, if I wanted ) . Since this was the first time I got really nice clothes and not leftovers from my older bro, I felt very good about the job. The money was also a lot better than I expected ( Ben was a rich man ) and there were some side benefits.


After the job I was always welcome to go change at Ben's and listen to TV or movies that I liked. Ben also didn't mind me drinking a couple of beers before going home, and the conversation was always pleasant. If I wanted to shower after a very hot and sticky day, I was allowed to, and Ben often had leftovers from his order-in dinner. He also had a nice dog that always seemd to be thrilled when I went there.


I resisted the shower offer for a month or so, and, the first time I did, I was surprised that he had many girlie magazines in his bathroom, along with some sex toys ( I wasn't too sure for some of them, but he definitively had a dildo in his shower stall ). I didn't discuss it with him.


Hw obviously enjoyed looking at me when I came from work and the T-shirt/short combo was probably quite revealing. It didn't bother me. He had some games on the cable TV set and never minded to listen to whatever I wanted. Discussion about music was also interesting. Of course he had a VCR , some movies, and a sound system of a quality a young man could only dream of ...


One evening after a beer or two, he asked if he could put one of his movies on and I agreed. It was porn. I watched and immediatelty had a hard-on, which did feel a little uncomfortable in the skinny shorts. He reassured me that, even tough he liked younger men, he would never try anything on me. He did say that if I wanted to masturbate he had all the tools in the bathroom and I could go relieve myself.

This weird state of affairs lasted a month or so, and I was getting used to the stimulation and stares when the phone rang and Ben had a quick conversation. He told me his friend Claude was visiting soon and it would probably be best if I left.

After a couple of beers, I was intrigued by this visitor-to-be, so I told Ben I'd like to meet his friend. He shrugged his shoulders and said all right. Ben started a movie but we didn't have to wait long before Claude showed up.


Wow! you didn't tell me you had a guest. And a good-looking one at that !


Claude was in his early twenties, sported a moustache and was not shy. When he ogled me, he noticed the bulge in the shorts right away ( probably caused by Jenna Jameson ) and kneeled beside the lazyboy I sat in.


In a swift gesture, he rolled down the shorts and had my dick popping out in two seconds flat. Nice, you're cut, I love it, he said as he started tonguing the head. I don't know if I was shell-shocked by this stranger working on my cock but the sensation was pleasant ( to say the least ) and weird, as Claude made slurping sounds and stopped every few strokes to compliment me. What a nice prick you have. Your precum tastes wonderful. Your balls are huge, there must be warm cum in there for me to drink.


It was the first time I got a blowjob but obviously not the premiere one for Claude, who, masterfully brought me close to orgasm then somehow didn't allow me to climax. He pushed under me and I understood he wanted me to rise, and when I did the shorts were taken off. He had a lot more access now, lifted one of my legs on the lazyboy's arm and started to massage my balls. His thumb was drawing circles around my anus and I felt the moisture. He licked a couple fingers from his other hand and started playing all over my butt.


Ben had moved, sitting on the bed to catch a view of the action and told Claude: Stop playing with him and suck him. Claude seemed amused at that and said. He's younger that I, I want to make sure there's consent. You want to cum do you ? He looked at me and I nodded. He then took almost all my lenght in his mouth, pulled back and said. Not enough, You have to ask me. Please I said. He replied Say Claude make me cum. I pleaded. Say it. Then I uttered what he wanted: Claude, make me come, please.


I expected him to swallow my dick but instead he pulled me towards him and off the lazyboy. I don't know if it was the surprise move or the pain of having a couple of inches of hard cock rammed into my virging asshole as I slid but I started coming like never before. He had put Vaseline on his dick or in my ass, i dunno, but he was in, and his dixk was huge and hard. With my orgasm came the spasms, i couldn't control it and with each jolt another inch of his manhood ripped inside me.


My surprises were far from over. I felt fire and water inside me as he unloaded his sperm, and the mix of sweat, sperm, lube, blood and who knows what else seemed to facilitate the lubrification of my insides. Claude shoved me back on the lazyboy, that now reclined, grabbed one of my legs and thrusted his entire eight and a half inch in me, his belly squeezing my sack, his balls slapping on my butt. The sound was eerie, there was no resistance anymore, five, ten, twenty more shots... I lost count amd could barely breathe. Pain and pleasure flirted, so intimately entwinned it was impossible to discern where one ended and the other started...


And then he got up and left. You're a great fuck, Norm, much better than Ben deserves. I hope I'll be around later this summer for another shot at that ass. Within seconds he had rezipped his jeans, grabbed a couple beers, slid em in his backsack and ran off...


Ben also had masturbated but I was too tired to mind. He went to the kitchen and brought back some warm water towels and helped clean me up. I knew now why he wanted me to leave but I was deeply satisfied that I had stayed. The silence was precious...


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