As you can no doubt imagine, writing erotic fiction can be quite liberating. On the one hand it helps unfold some of your fondest fantasies and on the other frees you from many an adolescent hang-up. However, a lot of it is based on personal experiences and the greatest stories are when fact fucks fiction. One of my earliest memories is of the window cleaner climbing through my bedroom window and helping me with my 'morning rising.' Of course I'd been encouraging him by letting my bare ass shine in his face as he stood at the top of the ladder cleaning my window pane. My father was at work and my mother was out shopping and I was feeling horny as hell. I'd heard distant clangings and looked down to see him filling his bucket from our garden hose. He was wearing one of those one-piece overalls I'd always loved. You know the ones that open down the front and you step in and out of. I can't remember what they're called but they sure are sexy. Especially when a guy's got a great body bursting to get out of them. And Trevor the window cleaner definitely had one of those. I'd day-dreamed and wet-dreamed about him quite often for this wasn't the first time he'd cleaned our windows. But I'd never been alone in the house before and I'd never had the guts to lie there invitingly naked. Still I never imagined for a moment that he'd be so bold as to climb in and 'introduce' himself.

He didn't say a word. Just pressed my surprised head to his crotch, which was warm and hard, and before I knew exactly what was happening to me I was getting a three-course breakfast. His dick was the hottest, thickest, tastiest sausage I've ever had and his balls were like two new laid eggs, sunny side up. Inexperienced as I was I managed to make a hearty meal of my first man-flesh and my mouth was soon overflowing with his double thick cream. Then he was out of the window and down the ladder before I could ask for seconds. I lay there in shock for quite some time, Trevor's cum dribbling down my chin. It hadn't exactly been romantic but it had been great. I'd grabbed his ass as he mouth-fucked me and his butt cheeks were like two pumice stones. I couldn't get his pants down so I worked my hands in through the slits in the side of his overalls. I made it my mission to feast my eyes on those two bits of horny heaven before too much time went by. Meanwhile I gave myself a hand job using what was left of his cum as lube.

Afterwards I had a shower and replayed the whole scene in my head. I could hear my mother preparing lunch downstairs so I made my bed and made sure I sprayed the room with air-freshener. My mother can smell spunk a mile off as I discovered to my shame the first time I jerked off in bed. She's a bit of a religious fanatic and accused me of 'spilling my seed.' I told her the window cleaner had cum and gone (my little joke) before I could get downstairs and pay him with the money she'd left on the kitchen table. I said I could run after him if she liked. She looked at me curiously as I'm not usually so forthcoming (so to speak) but she handed me the cash and told me to hurry back.

I found him cleaning windows a few doors down. He didn't seem at all surprised to see me.

"You left without this," I said, my hand trembling as I gave it to him.

"Come round the back," is all he said. "They're away on holiday." I followed him.

There was a tool shed at the back of house.

He opened the door and I went in feeling a bit like chicken-licken following the fox into his lair.

"Let's get a good look at you," he said, undoing my shirt and my pants in one short swift movement.

My dick rose to greet him and my knees gave way beneath me. He grabbed me by my shirt to stop me falling over, then pulled me towards him and kissed me. It was my first tongue-in-mouth kiss and it spaced me out. His tongue was just as persistent as his dick had been earlier that morning but easier for me to take although my mouth was still tender from his first visit. As usual, he didn't say much. He was too busy taking his tongue on a tour of my torso and sucking my nipples until I thought I'd die with the pleasure of it. I'd never felt such sensations.

"Is this your first time?" he asked eventually although the answer was obvious.

"Yes," I said.

The word seemed to sweep through my body on an undulating wave of shivering happiness.

I never wanted him to stop.

"I want to fuck you," he said, "but I don't think you're quite ready for it."

By now he'd lubricated his fingers with spit and was exploring the tight rosebud of my ass.

"I'm ready, I'm ready." I sighed pathetically.

He had me so aroused he could have sailed a ship up my love channel and I wouldn't have turned a hair. At least that's how I felt at the time.

"Tell you what. Come back this evening after dinner. Let's say around nine."

"Ok," I said gratefully.

"And don't eat too much. I can't give you a full ass on a full stomach." he added.

Once again he was anything but romantic but even then, so early on in my career as a potential butt slut, I was beginning to develop a taste for dirty talk and rough treatment.

"Do you want me to jerk you off before you go?"

"Yes please," I said as if he was offering me a second helping of trifle or something.

Instead he went down on me and drooled on my dick and sucked my scrotum until I was whimpering with dizzy delight. Then just when I was thinking nothing could feel this good, he spat on the palm of his hand and had me groaning and grovelling at his feet as I came for the second time that day. But this was something else. My whole body shook and shivered and seemed to cum with me.

"That's enough to be going on with," he said and slapped my butt to tell me it was time to go home.

"You certainly took your time," my mother said as I rushed upstairs to repair the damage and make sure I was not emitting any give away smells. I was certainly living dangerously that day.

That night I told my parents I was going to see a movie with some friends and that we'd probably eat at McDonald's. It was dark when I got to the tool shed. I knocked softly on the door. It opened enough for me to squeeze my way in. It was warm and inviting inside as he'd lit an oil lamp which cast a golden glow on everything including his athlete's body. He was butt naked for which I was grateful as I was finally able to see his beautiful pumice stone butt and other parts of him I had only felt. He'd put a towel on the work bench and also some lube and a couple of condoms. This made it look rather like an operating table or an altar for a sacrificial lamb, except he was the one with the fleece. His body was coated with a fine haze of hair. Like the fuzz on a peach. Such a difference to the guys I'd seen at the swimming pool who had bodies like skinned fish. There was a kind of hallowed silence in the shed. Suddenly he seemed almost shy. He stood behind me and for a while let his body do all the talking.

I felt exactly as I had earlier that month while playing rugby football for our school team. Somebody in the scrum kept rubbing his package against my butt. I never found out who it was but it sure felt good. He was rough and I was ready. Now I was getting a repeat performance.

"I'll try not to hurt you," Trevor said as he undressed me. "I want you to remember tonight for the pleasure, not for the pain."

Once again my body shuddered at his touch and my knees turned to jelly as he lubricated my love hole. My hot ass sucked his cool fingers in greedily. I didn't care how much it was going to hurt. I wanted him inside me. We were standing in front of the work bench and he pressed his body hard against mine working his dick into me slowly and surely. Meanwhile my own dick seemed to be working its way into the equally hard bench like a horny woodworm. I don't know which end of me hurt most. I told him to go easy as my dick was between a rock and a hard spot. He laughed and pulled me up higher so I was kneeling on the edge of the bench and my legs were open like a pair of nutcrackers. Then he began pounding me with his bouncing Brazil nuts as he thrust his dick in and out of my ass and jerked me off at the same time. His dick felt like a red-hot soldering iron but it lit the inner furnaces inside me so gloriously that I fairly sizzled with the heat and pleasure of it. I was strangely reminded of a school visit to a glass blowing factory especially when my ass cheeks began to feel red and full like two growing goblets.

I groaned contentedly as his stallion reared up my rear, further and further, but he quickly muffled my cries and said, "Don't forget walls have ears and neighbours very long noses."

It was my turn to laugh. All I could think of was his very long dick which was taking me riding over the hills and far away. Soon something exploded in my head and his dick exploded in my butt. It was like the first time I took a high dive and my head hit the water with a shattering splash. Then suddenly I found myself boneless, bodiless and blissfully floating. He removed his dick slowly and wiped my ass tenderly like a nurse mopping her patient's brow. Then he wiped his dick clean. He was so scrupulous. An occupational hazard I thought happily until I discovered he'd used my boxers. I had to throw them away on the way home.

"Sorry," he said. "You got me so all-fired hot I forgot to use a condom." As usual, he was anything but romantic.

I walked home feeling he was still with me. Still inside me. I didn't miss my boxer-shorts. I was warm as toast and full of his hot butter. In fact my butt burned and smouldered well into the next day. Fortunately my parents had gone to bed. I was afraid to wake them by using the shower so gave myself a makeshift bidet in my bedroom. My ass felt sore and strangely empty. I soaped it gingerly and then nearly lost the soap in my ass crack. My asshole had gotten so darn big.

I smelled the lingering essence of him on my fingers and fell into a contented sleep, dick in hand, hoping it wouldn't be too long before our windows needed cleaning again.