When I was 15 years old, I earned extra spending money cutting lawns and doing odd jobs for people. One of my clients that year was a wealthy couple named Mr. and Mrs. Doermer who also had a very sexy 17 year old daughter named Angie. One Saturday Mr. Doermer asked if I would help straighten up the basement and also put away some of their winter clothing for the season. Since he was willing to pay $50 I quickly agreed. Mr Doermer had me start in Angie's room. Mrs. Doermer and Angie were shopping together at the mall and would not be home for some time. I was boxing up some of Angie's winter clothing and decided to snoop around a little. In her closet I found a clothes hamper and when I opened it I saw a pair of Angie's pale yellow panties on top of other soiled clothes. I picked them up and held them to my face. I inhaled deeply and was rewarded with a wonderful musky odor that immediately caused my cock to stir. Mr. Doerner was busy in the working in the basement, so I decided to enjoy the moment. I loosened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I then pulled my underwear to my knees and began to stroke my cock with my left hand while I held the panties to my face with the other. The aroma was unlike anything I had experienced at that young age. As I stroked my now rock hard cock, I imagined that I was fucking sexy Angie. I was just blowing my load into the panties when I was startled out of my fantasy. Mr. Doermer yelled "What the hell are you doing?" I dropped the panties and tried to reach down for my jeans when Mr. Doermer grabbed my arm and told my not to move a muscle. I was embarrassed and scared to death. I began to shake slightly and my now limp dick tried to shrink into itself. Mr. Doermer shook me real hard and again demanded what the hell I was doing. I was standing in front of him with my jeans on the floor, my underwear down around my knees and my now very small dick hanging out in plain sight. I could not speak a single word. Mr. Doermer looked at Angie's now wet panties and then focused on my cock for what seemed like an eternity and announced that he was going to call the police. I pleaded with him not to and told him I was sorry and would never do it again. He said once a dirty pervert always a dirty pervert. He told me to pull up my jeans and follow him . He told me to go to the storage room in the basement and when we got there he pulled the string that turned on the single light bulb. We entered and he locked the door behind us. I was really terrified. Was he going to kill me and tell the police he found a pervert in his daughter' room? My knees were weak, my mouth was dry and I was shaking. Mr. Doermer then said he would give me a choice; to either do exactly what he told me to do or he would turn me over to the police and give them Angie's panties with my cum on them. What could I do? I agreed to do what he told me to do. He smiled and told me to take off all my clothes. I know that my eyes were bugging out of my head. I really didn't know much about gay sex, but this was to be my forced introduction. Mr. Doermer saw me hesitate and reminded me about the choice I made and said he wasn't kidding. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and removed my shoes. I began to shake when I noticed Mr. Doermer was stripping. I removed my jeans and stood still in front of him in my underwear afraid to go any further. Mr. Doermer reached over grabbed the waistband of my underwear and in one swipe tore them off me. I was now totally naked in front of him and just watched while he removed the rest of his clothes. He then put his large arm around my shoulders and walked me to the side of the room where and old sofa sat piled up with boxes and old clothing. He told me to put everything on the floor and to sit on the sofa. I did as he instructed. He then told me to lean back against the side sofa arm and when I did he reached down and touched my penis and leaned over me. I wanted to scream. but I knew I was trapped. He slowly rubbed the shaft of my cock and my balls and said it was small but appeared eager. I tried not to, but I began to get an erection. Mr. Doermer leaned over and took the head of my cock in his mouth and started to suck it. His mouth was warm and wet and he really knew what he was doing. I couldn't help myself and soon swelled to my full 5 inches. His head was going up and down on my shaft and he reached under my ass with his two big hands and lifted me to his face. I began to pump my hips and it felt wonderful. My fear had vanished and I was really enjoying this. I felt about to blow my load, but Mr. Doermer had other ideas. He told me to sit up and he began to stroke his cock. I looked at it in amazement. I had seen other cocks in the locker room at school, but nothing as big or hard as this. It must have been 9 or 10 inches long and as big around as my wrist. It was sticking straight out at me and the dark red mushroom shaped head appeared to be the size of a gear shift knob. It was dripping pre-cum and Mr. Doermer grabbed both sides of my head and told me to open my mouth and suck it. I had never touched a cock other than my own and this was an unbelievable one to begin with. His monster twitched and bumped against my lips. I grabbed it with both hands and began to lick off the pre-cum. It tasted a little salty and not bad at all. I opened my mouth wider and Mr. Doermer began to lean forward forcing his cock into my mouth. I had never felt anything like this. It was hot and hard and throbbing. It felt smooth and almost silky. I opened my mouth as far as I could so that I wouldn't scrape it with my teeth, but sometimes I couldn't help it. Mr. Doermer was groaning and telling me that I was doing a really great job and to keep it up. I almost felt proud and wished that I could show someone what I could do. I was moving one hand up and down the thick shaft while I squeezed his balls with the other. I thought he might be ready to cum, but he suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth and announced that he had something else for us to try. He moved me around to the side of the sofa and pushed me forward until I was leaning over the arm of the sofa. Just when I was beginning to actually enjoy sucking his cock, Mr. Doerner was going to split me wide open with that massive throbbing monster. He grabbed my ass cheeks between his huge thumbs and pulled them apart. Then he began to lick my puckered virgin asshole. I could feel saliva running down my balls. His tongue was soaking me and was beginning to feel really good. It almost tickled. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it, but that's when the good feeling stopped. I suddenly felt an immense pressure on my asshole and I stopped moving. Mr. Doermer told me to relax, but I begged him not to fuck me in the ass. His only response was to push harder. I started to feel like my ass was being ripped wide open and my legs collapsed. Mr. Doermer pushed me down even harder on the arm of the sofa and forced my ass cheeks apart even wider with those huge thumbs of his. My asshole began to feel on fire, but the relentless pressure only continued. When I felt about to pass out he would retreat slightly and then shove another inch inside me. All of a sudden the awful burning and tearing relented. His cock was still going inside me a few inches at a time, but the pain had eased. Mr. Doermer began to slowly fuck my asshole just the way I had imagined fucking his daughter Angie what seemed like a very long time ago. It might have felt good to Mr. Doermer, but it was beginning to make me feel like I had to shit. Moaning and groaning on and on Mr. Doermer was stretching my little 15 year old asshole beyond its limits. Suddenly he roared "I'm coming, I'm coming" and I felt like he was pumping a gallon of hot goo inside of me. He shot load after load after load of his hot thick seed inside of my abused teenage anus. He collapsed on top of my for several minutes and finally pulled the massive invader from my ass. When the huge head popped free of my hole I got an uneasy feeling. Gobs of thick brown tinted cum shot from my ass and caused Mr. Doerner to laugh at my predicament. He told me to clean myself in the bathroom and to be ready for more "work" the following Saturday. He also told me that he intended to keep Angie's soiled panties for DNA evidence in case I decided not to show. He then put a $100 bill in my hand and said we had a great future ahead of us. What could I do? At 15 years of age I had money and a future.





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