A few years ago I was a high school student, a sixteen year old boy in the tenth grade. I had a girlfriend, Renee, that I liked a lot. We’d been dating for a few months and this was the first romantic relationship for both of us. We liked to kiss and enjoyed some petting, but I’d done no more than rub her pussy through her panties. She’d actually pulled my cock free of my pants a couple times and jerked me off once. I didn’t think anything could feel better than that and I was surprised that she’d enjoyed it as well. My girlfriend had been quite excited that she’d made me squirt.

Renee Walters came from a nice home. Her parents weren’t divorced. She had an older sister in twelfth grade, and two younger brothers. I think one of them was ten and the other thirteen. They lived in a large house on a pleasant street, and seemed very normal. We’d been together well over a month when she told me that her parents wanted to meet me sometime soon. Renee had been keeping me a secret, but only because she was shy about her sexuality with her parents. I was the same way, so I could understand completely.

This news made me feel nervous, but I was excited as well. It seemed like an important moment, to introduce myself to my girlfriend’s mom and dad. I worried over what to wear and what to say, and I wanted to make a good impression, mostly because I wanted to keep seeing Renee. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in school. In fact, she was fairly average and a typical sixteen year old, but she was my first real crush and I loved her.

Her mother seemed very nice and reminded me of my own. Mrs. Walters had a warm smile and she liked to touch a person’s arm or shoulder when speaking with them. She didn’t mean anything by it, and it never bothered me very much. In fact, I liked her gentle hands and it made me feel like I was important and deserved her attention. Most adults, it seemed to me back then, barely paid attention to what a boy like me had to say.

Mr. Walters was a large person, but I wouldn’t call him intimidating. He was tall and thick in the arms and thighs, but not barrel-chested. Not overwhelming. But of course, he was my girlfriend’s father and that alone was enough to make me uncomfortable. He shook my hand and his grip was very strong, but I don’t believe he was trying to prove anything. It was a handshake and probably the first real one in my life.

“I’m going to have a word with your boyfriend,” he told Renee. We’d been sitting at the kitchen table, drinking iced tea.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” his wife said, offering me a smile.

“Let’s go down to the basement,” Mr. Walters suggested. “Get some privacy.”

The basement of their house was really more of a cellar and only roughly finished. There was little down there but the furnace and water heater, a washer and dryer for laundry. There were boxes and various things like old, beat-up luggage that probably should have been thrown away. For the most part, however, I noticed nothing remarkable as Mr. Walters led me around the cellar and behind the stairs. The only light was a single naked bulb dangling from the ceiling.

He spoke in a low voice and placed the palm of his hand on my chest. “You’re a good looking boy,” he said. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

I didn’t know what to say. I felt nothing but very confused and didn’t understand what was going on until he put his arms around my shoulders. He kissed me, just that fast. There wasn’t a lot of seduction. He didn’t try to talk me into anything. Mr. Walters touched me, he hugged me, and then he put his mouth on mine and I felt his thick tongue forcing its way between my lips.

Some boys would have struggled. Some, perhaps even most kids my age, would have run from the man, and a few would even fight. I stood stock still, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. One of his hands slid down my back to feel my butt through my jeans. Mr. Walters squeezed me and thrust his fingers deep towards the base of my balls, pushing against the denim and cotton of my underwear. A couple of times he would pull upward with his arm, as if trying to lift me off my feet with his fingers jammed beneath my butt. I felt very small and helpless.

He kissed me for several minutes and I didn’t feel any arousal. I actually felt a little sick. My stomach had grown tight and I felt real guilt in there. I felt ashamed and humiliated, especially as I wasn’t pushing the man away from me. I let him kiss me and explore my body. While he never let go of my ass, his other hand wasn’t idle. He had that one under my t-shirt, pushing it up my chest so he could feel my nipples.

I felt very little except pain as he would pinch and pull them, first one and then the other. After a few seconds on each, Mr. Walters would go back to rubbing my chest with his palm, sliding lower to my stomach. I felt his fingers slipping inside the waistband of my jeans once or twice, but he didn’t try to force his hand inside. He would just go back to my nipples and by the time he stopped kissing me, they were plump and dark red, and very tender.

“Get down,” he whispered, pushing me to my knees.

Mr. Walters kept me on my knees with one hand while he used the other to unzip his khaki trousers and free his erection. I’d seen other boys before, and I’d seen internet porn, but I’d never personally seen a grown man’s penis when it was hard. It looked huge to me and he did in fact have a larger than average cock, but at the time I had no idea what was large or small. I was a virgin and Mr. Walter’s didn’t give me a chance to get away.

“That’s it...” he sighed, pushing the head of his cock past my lips. My mouth was open. I didn’t resist.

At first it didn’t seem too bad, but very quickly I began to gag. His cock had a weak, but very acrid flavor. It was urine and I knew instinctively that it had to be piss. That’s what came out of a penis, after all, and it actually frightened me. I remember very clearly that I didn’t even consider the possibility that he might ejaculate, but the notion that Mr. Walters might piss in my mouth had me terrified. Of course, he did nothing of the sort, but it served to put me even more under his control.