I'd been secretly watching our neighbor for the better part of an hour. Staring out the living room window, I got an eyeful of the man as he repaired our brick walkway. My dad was paying him to do the job, and they agreed he would also fix the wooden fence at the back of our property.

"Make yourself useful to Hugh if he needs any help," Dad told me before he left for work. My mom was out of town visiting my aunt, so I was now alone in the house. I couldn't ignore the nervous flutter in my chest while pouring a glass of iced tea for Hugh.

He greeted me with an easy smile when I carried it out to him. "Morning, Alan." I watched as he took several swallows of the drink. "Not as hot today," he said, casting a glance at the sky. "It's pretty nice out here with the breeze."

"Can I do anything to help?" My voice sounded overeager, not at all casual like his.

Hugh gave me a quick look up and down, unable to hide his smirk. "You ain't cut out for this kind of work."

My face burned at his words. Standing at his side, I felt like a weakling, with my thin frame and smooth hands. Hugh was powerfully muscular, and his skin held a deep tan from all his time outdoors. Until recently, he'd worked in construction, but now that the jobs had dried up, he was working as a handyman. Dad understood that money was tight at Hugh's house, and he readily paid our neighbor to fix all the things Mom had been nagging him about.

Hugh must have noticed how his remark stung me, for his expression softened a little. Between more swallows of tea, he tried to make small talk, asking me how my summer was going. All the while, I admired the deep blue of his irises. "You must be looking forward to fall, when you'll head off to college."

"I'm excited. A little nervous," I said.

"Well, that's normal. You ain't ever lived anywhere but this town." Hugh gave me a meaningful stare. "Away from here, you can sow your wild oats."

I immediately averted my eyes. Growing panic made my pulse race as I wondered if he knew the truth about me. But how? Had he caught me sneaking glances at his body? That thought caused nervous sweat to bead on my skin. My parents had no idea I was gay; not even my best friend knew. At that time in the early 1980s, in a small town like ours, no one would dare to admit such a thing.

Secretly, I hoped things would be different at college, and Hugh's remark made me feel like he'd somehow sensed my deepest longings.

"Thanks for the drink," he said now. I took the glass from him, still afraid to meet his stare. "You know, it is getting a little warm out here. I think I'll take this off."

Despite my anxiety, I couldn't help but watch as Hugh pulled his T-shirt over his head. My God, the man was gorgeous! He was my dad's age, but their bodies couldn't have been more different. I feared I might start drooling at the sight of his muscles rippling under his taut skin. I'd already noticed the way his jeans hugged that firm ass.

Of course, Hugh caught me ogling him. When our eyes locked, I feared I'd see anger, or worse, disgust on his face. Instead, he stroked his short beard and flashed a grin. I was almost certain he'd performed that mini striptease on purpose, just to get a reaction out of me.

And he sure did! My cock hardened beneath my shorts, threatening to remove any doubt Hugh might have had that I was attracted to him. When he took a bandana from his back pocket and wiped his brow, my gaze was riveted to every movement. I knew I must look like an idiot, standing there and openly staring, but he didn't seem to mind in the least.

Finally, he ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair and said, "Guess I'd better get back to work."

Then he winked at me.

With that sly gesture, the man made me his. He knew just who I was, and he seemed to welcome it. That sliver of attention encouraged me to remain outside for the rest of the morning. Though Hugh wouldn't allow me to do any of the repair work, I was quick in fetching various tools he needed. To my surprise, we made easy conversation.

By the time he stopped for lunch, I was almost out of my mind with horniness. At eighteen, I never dreamed a man like him would express any interest in me, platonic or otherwise. I'd spent all morning lusting after his body, and I was desperate to offer him mine.

Before I had a chance to do something stupid, Hugh headed home, where his wife had a meal ready for him. Once I was back inside, I rushed to the bathroom to jerk off. My grip on my cock was punishing, but I told myself I needed to get this out of my system. All the while, I fantasized about Hugh lowering his jeans and demanding that I suck his dick.

I came with a shudder, and after I was through, the familiar shame settled in. Glancing in the mirror, I noticed that my blue eyes were wide and somber. My brown hair had grown a bit too long, and I realized Dad was right: I should get it cut before I left for school.

Hugh returned a little later, and despite my previous masturbation session, I found that simply being in the man's presence reignited my arousal. He was pure sweat and testosterone, his skin glistening in the afternoon sun. At a few minutes past three, he climbed to his feet and stretched. The sight gave me an instant hard-on.

"There's still plenty of work to do on this walkway," he said, "but I'm going to stretch my legs for a bit. I'll check out that back fence and get a better idea of what needs to be fixed."

Though I was pretty sure Hugh and Dad had already discussed what needed to be repaired, I immediately stood. "I'll come with you."

A comfortable silence settled between us as we headed toward the property line. Hugh studied the old split rail fence, seeming to take note of the boards which had come loose. I walked with him along its length, and we soon ended up behind Dad's shed. A stand of nearby trees made the spot feel private and isolated; looking around, I realized we couldn't be seen by anyone in the few neighboring houses.

It was now or never, I told myself. I couldn't be so stupid that I'd misread all the signals Hugh had given me today. Hadn't he led me to the most secluded spot on my parents' property for a reason?

I feared he could see me trembling as I turned to him. Still, I managed to flash what I hoped was a seductive smile. "Are you sure I can't help you with anything?" There was nothing at all subtle about my tone.

Hugh lifted an eyebrow while regarding me. I held my breath, praying I wasn't making a dangerous mistake. Taking a step closer, he said, "Well now, what did you have in mind, Alan?"

I stared at his bare chest. How I wanted to touch him! But I couldn't even say what it was I wanted. When he grasped my chin and forced me to look at him, I tried not to flinch. "Don't be shy," he urged in a voice that made my dick grow achingly hard. Taking my hand, he placed it between his thighs. "Is this what you want to help me with?"

"Yes," I moaned. I didn't need any coaxing to start stroking him through his jeans.

"That's quite a tempting offer. You ever done this before?"

I could only shake my head. By this point, I was so excited that I was practically panting.

Hugh was clearly excited as well, for his cock readily responded to my touch. I let out a faint cry of surprise when he pulled me close. "You want to suck my dick, don't you?"

"So much!" Sheer horniness prompted me to grind against him.

He laughed low and soft, obviously pleased by my desperate state. His hands moved to my ass so he could squeeze my flesh. "Is that all you want? Or do you want to fuck, too?"

I dared to plant a kiss on his neck. "I want you to fuck me, Hugh." Despite my brazen request, my voice was strangely timid. Even now, I feared being rejected.

"Well, you're in luck." Hugh took a step back and unbuttoned his jeans. "My wife and I used to fuck like rabbits. In the last few years, though, she's lost interest. I've stayed faithful, but I'm frustrated as hell." He was slow, almost teasing, in unzipping his jeans. When he finally lowered them, along with his briefs, I feared I might come right then. That gorgeous cock was fully hard and ready for me. I guessed it was almost seven inches long, with a girth that made my sphincter reflexively clench. Unlike me, he was uncut. His foreskin had retracted to reveal his glans, and I marveled at how pink and moist it was.

As I sank to my knees, all my anxiety was obliterated in the face of blatant need. Leaning forward, I closed my eyes and breathed deep. Hugh's scent was strong after a day of working outside. My mouth watered with the eagerness to taste him. At that moment, I had no way of knowing that this man would shape so many of my future desires. Years later, when I was far more experienced and confident, I would enthusiastically go down on my lovers before they had a chance to shower. I craved that musky aroma, which always reminded me of Hugh.

Finally, I mustered up the nerve to wrap my fingers around the base of his cock. I was gentle in stroking him while swirling my tongue over his tip.

"You like that?" he asked in a raspy voice. Gazing up at him, I readily nodded. "Show me just how much you like it."

I realized he didn't want me to be tentative, and though I'd never done this before, I let myself go wild for his dick. Licking and kissing his shaft, I tasted the salt of his skin. While resting a hand on my head, he groaned from the pleasure my mouth gave him. My own lust only grew as I nuzzled his hairy balls.

"Suck on them," he urged.

I felt deliciously filthy drawing his right nut between my lips. To my disappointment, I couldn't get both of his balls in my mouth at once. My moans joined his while I suckled each one in turn. With my fingers circled around his cock, I continued stroking him. Of course, his foreskin was a new experience for me, and I loved the way it felt beneath my hand.

"Ah, that's so fucking good!" Hugh gently grasped my hair. "Now wrap those lips around my dick."

Taking him in my mouth, I discovered I'd need to open wide in order to accommodate his girth. After sliding my lips a few inches down his shaft, I was pleased that the effort didn't set off my gag reflex. Still, I didn't yet have the nerve to attempt more. Instead, I returned my attention to his tip.

Though I was clueless about giving head, I proved to be a quick learner. It helped that Hugh was vocal about what turned him on. The moment my tongue teased his frenulum, he made a sound like a growl. "Goddamn, you've got me so hard! Keep working that magic with your tongue!"

As I eagerly licked and sucked, I was treated to the taste of his precum. I heard his gasp when my lips slid farther down his shaft. Nothing could have prepared me for his cockhead invading my throat, and while I managed not to choke, my eyes watered at that relentless pressure. Futilely, I tried to swallow. His coarse pubic hair tickled my nose, alerting me to just how much of his dick I'd taken.

When I had to pull off to take a breath, Hugh drew my head back so he could see my face. His smile was almost tender. "What a talented cocksucker you are!"

I grinned at his praise. It was exhilarating, gazing up at him and witnessing his fierce arousal. While taking him in my mouth again, I continued holding his stare.

"Those eyes of yours are prettier than any woman's," he murmured. "No doubt you'll get plenty of dick at college." Burying his fingers in my hair, he gave a gentle thrust between my lips. I busied my hands with stroking the lower part of his shaft and fondling his balls. The lust-filled noises he made excited me so much that I didn't even mind my aching jaw.

"Fuck, I'm too close!" he suddenly said before pulling me off his dick. "Can't come until I'm deep inside your ass."

I let Hugh draw me to my feet and take off my shirt. My face flushed with embarrassment at my lack of muscles, but he seemed to delight in touching me. His fingers toyed with my nipples, drawing another moan from my lips.

While he kept his jeans and underwear lowered, he ordered me to strip naked. I would have happily done whatever he'd asked, and as I removed my shorts and briefs, I continued reeling from the fact that I'd just sucked my first cock. My own dick strained out from me, as if begging for Hugh's touch. He took it in his hand, but one stroke had me right on edge.

"Wait!" I cried. "I'm too excited."

He grinned at the sight of my cock pulsing. "Oh, I can tell. Now, how about you get on your hands and knees for me?"

I immediately did as he instructed. At any other time, I would have been painfully self-conscious, but I was far too horny to worry about what Hugh might think of my slender frame and unremarkable dick. I didn't even fear getting caught while offering my ass to him. My mind and body were consumed by a singular need: to be fucked.

Hugh knelt on the ground behind me. When I felt him caress my buttocks, I let out a whimper. "I'll be careful with you," he whispered. Then, he spread my cheeks apart. A moan emerged from low in my throat as he grazed my tight flesh with a fingertip. Despite my vivid fantasies, I had little knowledge when it came to foreplay, so the last thing I expected was for him to lean forward and lick my hole.

"Oh, my God!" My eyes widened in disbelief even as I wanted to beg for more.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"Absolutely!" I quickly replied. "I just... didn't think you'd do that."

He chuckled at my astonishment. "My wife used to let me fuck her ass, but I always made sure to get her nice and relaxed first."

Hugh's tongue swept over my hole again, and I had to bite my lip to muffle more cries. Eagerly, he licked and kissed me while groaning with his own pleasure. Looking down, I noticed a strand of precum dangling from the tip of my cock. I wondered if he could make me come from this act alone.

Resting my cheek on the grass, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feel of his tongue insistently prodding my opening. The moment I succeeded in relaxing my muscles, he worked the tip inside. "Yes!" I groaned. "Oh, fuck yes! That feels amazing!" I didn't even bother stroking my cock, for I wanted to focus completely on the bliss of my first rimming. It was unbelievably intimate, having a man's tongue inside my ass. This was something I'd never conjured up in my imagination!

I was still in a kind of rapturous daze when Hugh began easing a finger inside me. Though I trusted him, I couldn't help but tense at the intrusion.

"You're too tight to take my cock right now," he said. "Let me stretch you a little."

Though I didn't fully understand what he meant, I quickly agreed. It didn't take long for his finger to start feeling good, and I shamelessly moaned as he worked it in and out of my hole. When he started adding another finger, I made an effort to stay relaxed. There was far more pressure this time, with two of his large digits deep in my ass.

I felt Hugh spread those fingers apart, and it was then that I realized how he intended to stretch me. He couldn't see my face, but he must have sensed my discomfort, for his fingers grew still. "You sure you want to do this, Alan? We don't have to."

"I want to," I insisted. I knew it was going to hurt, yet that knowledge couldn't subdue my lust. At least Hugh knew what he was doing, and he cared enough to go slow and make every effort to spare me pain. "I'm ready for your cock," I told him in a surprisingly steady voice.

Hugh spat on my hole, sending a delicious shiver through me. As he took hold of his dick and guided it to my opening, I remained in the same position, afraid I'd involuntarily tense up if I moved.

Pressure almost immediately yielded to pain when he began entering me. "Take some deep breaths," he said.

It was an agonizingly slow process, the stopping and starting as he worked a little more of his cock into my ass. The pain intensified to the point that I broke out in a sweat, panting from being stretched so wide.

All the while, he caressed my skin. "I'm almost all the way inside you now!"

"Give me every inch," I demanded in what sounded like a stranger's voice. My steely resolve persuaded Hugh to gently thrust deeper, and we both groaned when he bottomed out.

"My God, you are so tight!" I sensed his abject relief at finally claiming my ass. For a few moments, he remained completely still, giving my pain time to subside.

I couldn't hold back an astonished laugh as I basked in my own relief. "I can't believe I took all of your dick!"

"Believe it, baby! I'm inside you balls deep."

I was also incredulous that having my ass fucked could be so painful and yet so viscerally satisfying. Eventually, the pain lessened to a dull throb, and I was able to relax a little more. "I'm ready."

Hugh remained gentle, his thrusts bordering on tentative. I realized that was just as much for his benefit as mine when he said in a strained voice, "It's been months for me. If I don't take it slow, there's no way in hell I'll last."

His steady, tender rhythm was exactly what I needed for my first time. Once my body grew familiar with the fluid pump of his hips, much of my tension evaporated. Meanwhile, my pleasure continued building. Soon, I was releasing faint cries. "Oh, you feel so good! Yes, oh my God, yes, fuck me just like that!"

At that point in my life, I'd never heard of a prostate orgasm. All I knew was that when Hugh's cock hit a certain spot inside me, it was enough to make my jaw slacken and my eyes roll. His fervent grunts served to push me even closer to the edge. "Ooh, I think I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, yes! Come for me, Alan!" he growled.

I heard his breath catch in his throat when the contractions descended upon me. My ass repeatedly clenched around his cock, giving me another heady rush of pleasure and pain. After releasing a dangerously loud cry, I fell silent while the most powerful orgasm of my life made me shudder all over. Though I hadn't even touched my cock, I felt a little bit of fluid gush from it in what seemed like a halfhearted attempt at ejaculation.

"I'm close." Hugh's words were edged with need. "If you've had enough..."

"No, come inside me!"

He dared to thrust faster, striving for his own release. When I reached between my thighs, I found my cock still hard. It took only a few languid strokes for me to come yet again, and this time, semen shot forth in several powerful spurts.

The force of my second climax made Hugh swear, and his rhythm faltered as he got closer to orgasm. I was glad to feel his grasp on my hips tighten, for I no longer fully trusted my knees to keep me upright. In desperation, I reached behind me and grabbed hold of his thighs.

"Gonna fill that sweet ass with my cum!" he said through gritted teeth.

I was shameless in begging for every drop, and my filthy words served to push him over the edge. While surrendering to his climax, Hugh made no attempt to muffle his loud groans. I could feel his dick pulsing inside my ass as he came hard.

Afterward, he didn't withdraw right away. Instead, he stroked my back with those strong hands of his. Our breathing slowly returned to normal, and a mild breeze cooled the sweat covering our skin. Finally, Hugh pulled out, his movements gentle. Neither of us spoke while I pulled on my clothes. I realized I was afraid to look at him; would I see regret in his eyes? I wasn't sure I could bear that, not after what we'd just shared.

"Alan." The way he quietly said my name persuaded me to turn toward him. His smile was playful and full of affection. "You've had your first fuck," he said. "May as well have your first kiss, too."

I knew I appeared ridiculously eager, but that didn't stop me from rushing toward him. When he pulled me close and lowered his lips to mine, I couldn't resist slipping my arms around his neck. Our kiss, initially slow and tender, quickly grew fervent. Hugh released a low moan as our tongues met, and I was reminded of how he had so intimately explored my ass earlier.

He laughed at my inability to control the rocking of my hips. "Already wanting more, aren't you?"

I did want more. I wanted his dick inside me again and again. But I reluctantly withdrew from his embrace so we could head inside and wash up. Afterward, I poured cold drinks for us both, and when Hugh returned to his work on the walkway, I stayed right by his side. Our conversation flowed effortlessly. Despite the fact that we had little in common, I found I loved talking to him.

It was only when my father's car pulled into the driveway that my mask slipped back into place. It was the mask I used to hide the fact that I was gay and thought of cock during almost every waking hour. Even as cum continued seeping out of my freshly fucked ass, I pretended this extraordinary day in my life was just like any other.

Hugh seemed to understand my need to hide, just as he sensed my fierce desire for him. I heard him murmur my name while my father was still out of earshot. Our eyes locked, and he flashed that same knowing smile before telling me, "I'm going to need your help again tomorrow."