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If you were ever looking for the perfect example of a wimp, that would be me. I am the guy who cannot say boo to a mouse. Standing five-foot-seven inches, I weigh around one hundred and thirty pounds. I am not butt-ugly, but rather wispy looking. I live on a small-holding on my own, and yes, I am an accountant. At twenty-three years old, I have never had a relationship with anyone. My right hand, a modest collection of erotic DVD’s, and surfing porn sites on the internet, totally sum up my sex-life. The few encounters that I have had with guys scarcely bears mentioning, and I will therefore not bore you with those pitiful details. Before you gag or shake your head in disgust, let me tell about the experience that changed my life.***Having been on a short vacation to visit an old school buddy who lived about two hundred miles away, I was returning home on a windy and rainy Sunday afternoon. At around one p.m. I stopped at a gas station, one hundred miles away from my home. Once the car was filled, as I was waiting for the credit card transaction to finalize, a big rough man with a backpack approached and asked, “Can you please give me a ride,” hoping I was heading in the direction he was travelling.In my usual wishy-washy way, I nervously answered, “Sure.”Without hesitation, his backpack was slung onto my back seat and soon we were heading off. I introduced myself as Ralph and he countered by telling me his name was Jonathan. After once again thanking me for the ride, Jonathan told me he was heading to a major city, a further one hundred miles past my small town. Upon explaining that my small-holding was a couple of miles before the town, I, nevertheless, promised to drop him off Avrupa yakası escort bayan beyond the town to facilitate his onward journey.By now his pong was circulating in my small vehicle and he apologized for his odour, explaining that he had been roughing it the previous few days. He informed me that his life had been rather hard over the previous year after losing his permanent job.“Fortunately, I am no longer married, an added pressure that I no longer have to deal with,” he informed me, and then went on to say that he was very excited about getting the contract job, which he had been offered in the city he was heading to.Jonathan was in his late thirties and must have been very good-looking when he was younger. He wasn’t unattractive, but it looked like his recent misfortune had taken its toll on him. He had week-old stubble and was to be in sore need of a shower. His clothes also need a good washing. Ten miles from my home he looked at me with a pleading expression and then asked if I would consider allowing him to shower at my home, before going on his way. He promised that he didn’t want to harm me in any way, but could really do with my assistance in this regard. Despite my earlier fear, I was taking a liking to this unfortunate man.After pulling in at my home, I explained that having been on holiday my geyser had been turned off and that it would take an hour for the water to warm. Once inside, he asked if he could hand wash an outfit as all his clothes were dirty, and he didn’t want to arrive at his new job looking skanky. I then offered to wash and dry all his clothes for him. I also suggested that he could stay Escort Ataköy the night and that I would drop him off the following day.The smile on his face was awesome as he thanked me profusely. After retrieving a thermal blanket from my linen cupboard he stripped and was soon sitting on one of my kitchen chairs wrapped in the blanket. I had politely turned as he undressed, missing out on the sight of him naked. With all his clothes in the washer and awaiting warm water for his shower, I busied myself with a meal for the two of us. Luckily, I had beers in the house.Forty-five minutes later his clothes were in the dryer, and I announced that the water would be warm enough for him to shower. Getting up he removed the blanket from his body and after folding it neatly, placed it on the chair. His body was stunning. Jonathan must have been at least six-foot-two-inches tall, and there wasn’t an ounce of flab on him. He was moderately hairy and he had a cock that I had only ever dreamt about. It was thick and floppy and swung before him with cavalier arrogance.I told him to take his time and enjoy himself as he left toward the bathroom. It took him a good half-hour and when he finally re-joined me, he looked magnificent. Shaved and clean, he was really a good looking dude. As he approached with his elephantine member swaying boastfully, I had a tracksuit top and pants at the ready, which had dried sufficiently for him to wear. The meal I was preparing was also well underway and would only take a further fifteen minutes. Once dressed, he walked around my living area.Most of my art was rather homoerotic and I wondered what he would make of it. Returning Şirinevler escort to the kitchen chair, he was very complimentary and said I had a lovely home. Twenty minutes later we enjoyed an early dinner. He kept thanking me and having finally relaxed, I was having the time of my life. His company was exhilarating and I was rather pleased about my rash decision at the gas station. I even defrosted a hot desert that I had been saving for a rainy day.At around nine p.m., after a few more beers and fantastic conversation, I informed him that the spare room was ready for his him. Smiling, he asked me if I would allow him to thank me properly for my generosity. I shrugged apprehensively.Staring intently at me he asked, “Would you allow me the honour of sharing your bed with you tonight?” As I began trembling he walked over and hugged me, before continuing, “You are more beautiful than you could ever imagine.”After gently wiping the tears from my cheeks he kissed me, and when he affectionately began stroking my back, I started to sob. He tightened his embrace, holding me tighter and more lovingly than I ever experienced before.Next, we moved through to the bedroom and undressed. Getting into bed I saw him place a tube on the bedside table. Having only ever tried anal penetration once before, which turned out to be a disaster because my partner on that occasion was unskilled and disgusted with my inability to follow through, I was somewhat apprehensive given Jonathan’s endowment. I was also very nervous about a possible repeat of my former failure. After he moved onto me, he resumed kissing me ardently. There was no hurry and the experience was breath-taking.Upon turning me on my side he moved behind me before I felt his lubricated finger playing with my butt-hole. He gently inserted a finger and leisurely began opening me up. As he kissed my head, ears, and mouth, his finger kept stirring in my manhole. Gradually a second finger entered without too much discomfort as he continued massaging my hole.

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