The very fact I work for Rodger and that he's such a violent man, also means I know him when he's being the real Rodger. If he knew I was typing this about him and me, I'd be in big trouble (Sort of). But with his illiteracy and his dyslexia, he wouldn't probably understand what I'd put down anyway.
To the outside world Rodger can be a very intimidating man. He's thirty seven years old, six foot three, eighteen stone of pure muscle and he's got a short fuse. Yet to me this past eighteen months, he's been my gay lover. We make out in work and in public, I'm there to satisfy his lack of aptitude with computers and finance. But in reality this past year and a half, he's outsourced most of the work, and has me around to satisfy his carnal sexual need to fuck a cute younger man.
He knew before we had sex that first time, I had a girlfriend and indeed I knew he was married. All the same when he asked/told me to suck him off in his car, I carried out his wishes and had him fuck my face with his nine inch fat cock. He came flooding my mouth with his copious amounts of semen, and then told me from then on, I was going to be his fuck tool. The following week he booked a hotel room in a very expensive hotel in the countryside and taught me the pleasures of gay sex. I'd already experienced his cock orally, but having time and room to maneuver was much much more pleasing. I enjoyed the whole experience of him dominating me and knew when he said he was going to fuck my arsehole, I was just going to have to get to like it. It was by no means a pleasant experience at first, especially the first five to ten minutes as his cock, unsheathed, entered my rear hole. I'd already sucked on his large dick for over a quarter of an hour, taking him close to orgasm and then stopping when he pulled out. During those moments I had my first experience of having to lick and tongue probe his arsehole, and strangely enjoyed giving him pleasure that way. But having his cock penetrate me for the first time, hurt like a bitch.
Rodger wasn't gentle either. His approach to me sexually, was I was there to ensure he had a great time. And have a good time he was going to have, with or without my consent. Each thrust, further and further inside my body at first, was sheer hell. Then after those first five to ten minutes, my asehole just kind of accepted his cock. It was if it had it's own agenda from then on. I was a willing partner in most ways and knew entering that hotel, why I was there. Having his cock so deep up my arse was not only weird at first, so was Rodger kissing me passionately in the missionary position we were in. The moment my arsehole got used to his cock, I got it. I understood why some men love to get fucked. The feeling changed from abject pain to unbelievable joy. Any sense of not wanting him inside of me went and was replaced by needing him to fuck me harder to achieve even greater pleasure. And looking into my employers eyes, I told him so.
The gates or my arsehole opened and Rodger fucked me piston like, for an eternity of sexual positions and wants. I could not get enough of that feeling, the near orgasmic feeling of his cock pounding my arse and thrusting past my prostate gland.
As for Rodger, the moment he knew I was his for the taking, he went sex mad. I became like a rag doll to him. I thrown this way and that, as he searched for different ways and positions to fuck his new lover in. I'm not sure now how many positions, or for how long he fucked me for. But by the time he was ready to cum, I'd already shot my load at least half an hour before. He'd been fucking me stood up as I was made to lean forwards holding onto the door frame leading to the en suite bathroom. My cock was bouncing all over the place as Rodger pummeled my arsehole, and I had only seconds to et him know I was about to cum. When he heard me say it, he re doubled the force and depth of his cock fucking me, and I was almost lifted up by his powerful strokes. Without the need to touch myself, I shot everything I had all over the floor beneath me and onto the door frame in front of my face.
I was then lifted and thrown back onto the bed, had my legs pushed over my head so they were either side of my head, and had Rodger slam his cock back up my already well fucked arse. He really went for it in such a way I had trouble staying in that position, but Rodgers strong arms and hands held me like a vice. And with a few more hard deep thrusts my first ver experience of being fucked was over. Rodger came filling my arse and stayed in me for a age afterwards.
Pullng out, but keeping me in the position, my boss, the thirty seven year old muscled huge man, gently put his mouth to my arsehole and began to lick and tongue it. Almost it seemed at the time, as if he was making love to it tenderly with his mouth. Rodger carried on licking and tonguing me letting my legs fall back down and sucked in what was his cum and my anal cream. Moving up my body, he kissed me and we shared those juices.
We stayed kissing for some time with Rodger gently kneading my arse cheeks, as his tongue wound patterns over mine. Waking up some hours later, I felt his cock enter me from behind. He was spooning me, quietly and softly fucking my arse as he reached around to stroke my growing cock. With Rodger kissing my neck and his large hand wanking me, I came not too long later. Closely followed by his cock letting go up my arsehole. We showered together which is something I now adore doing with him, dressed and then left the hotel.
It was the start of a very close and extremely sexual relationship with my boss, and one I know I have to keep private. And I have done in the main. Only I had to express to someone, just how joyous it's been having someone like Rodger, someone who the rest of the world don't get to see. And someone who recently told me, he loved me.