I felt his busy fingers scuffling around me, he told me to bend over the bench in his allotment shed. My eyes watered as he squeezed me down there, he’d done that before but never in the confines of the shed. “You like that, Lad? They’re meant to be squeezed and teased - like this, feel it?” I closed my eyes and wondered when he would stop, his handling was quite rough and I felt any moment he may hurt me. But then he loosened my belt, took down my jeans to the knees and took hold of my cock and stretched it back so tight, swinging me around for a good gander at it like he was a doctor examining a patient. “You know you ought to wash behind this?” he said. “It will get all cheesy if you don’t and you will get nasty things wrong with you.” He smiled at me now with that certain look about his eyes, I felt something more was going to happen.

“Ever seen a man’s full grown prick?” he asked.

I stumbled with my words, did not quite know what to say but felt he was going to show me no matter what I said. He did and no mistake, he lifted it up with his hand and I saw it growing.

“Now no need to be scared, Lad - it is just that I want to teach you some fundamentals, want to show you just how it feels with this lodged up your arse.”

My senses were alert now, the size of it! And he wanted to get it inside me. But he aimed to and soon he had me perched over his bench again briskly opening the lid of a jar of Vaseline. “This will help first time, Lad. It’s gonna hurt but I will be gentle at first, till you get used to it -then you see, you will love it - and then we can enjoy all sorts of new games together.”

Oh My God. What could I do? Jo was a big guy, six ft tall at least and I was only an eighteen year old midget compared with him. I was beginning to realise why all the questions when I agreed to help him on his allotment for a fiver and hour, he’d found out I wasn’t particularly interested in girls, but gay? When he mentioned that word and was I? Well I had never really thought about it. Does not liking girls always mean you must be the other way inclined! Obviously Joe thought so and now I was beginning to feel him stretching the cheeks of my arse wide, telling me to stretch my feet apart and already |I felt the pain of his cock enter my, stretching me until I thought he would rip me apart.

“Ouch!” I yelled. That so hurts!

“Be better when you get used to it, Lad you’ll see. You have got a lovely arse, I knew I wanted it first time I saw you, said to myself I will be fucking that ‘afor long. Now bend it a little more Lad, let me slide a little deeper up inside you, want you to feel the full throb of hard hot prick up your arse.

He began to thrust, in and out, gently at first. I felt the surge, the pain as he gradually worked it further inside me and the relief when he came away, every time he thrust I heard what seemed likened to the growl if an