Memories
As I write this, I find that the vividness of detail has not faded through time because I've thought about this interaction quite a bit over the years. That has a way of keeping things fresh. I don't wish to forget it though, and until now I'd never considered sharing it. To me, this was a bad sexual experience even though others may call it something else. Many of my stories have a non-consensual angle to them, and maybe this is why. In those stories even with the overtones of force, the characters that I write about work through it and come out stronger in the end, even if it means they had to change some in the process. Anyways, this is something that happened to me in 2004.
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The radio station Dee was listening too began to dip into the sandy tones of static as he drove down the highway, just beginning to lose his favorite station. The university was only an hour and a half drive from home, a cruise-controlled straight shot he'd done many times before. His thoughts were focused on the things he had to get accomplished this weekend. At the beginning of the summer he'd agreed to work under a professor doing some fabrication, but it required him to do 20 hours a week at the university machine shop for the whopping sum of $50. The carpenters he usually worked for couldn't accommodate him only working 5 days a week, so he ended up just working at a local grocery store instead. Even the schedule there forced him to do his 20 hours in 2, 10 hour days, which mostly fell on the weekend. They came as a welcome break. After all, he liked building things at the university.
Dee tilted his head a little to keep the rising sun behind him from shining in his eyes through the rear view mirror before remembering that it had a little lever on the bottom that cut down on reflection. It wasn't an asshole behind him with high-beams on, but the early morning sun. In the back of the mini-van was a small mattress and his bag with a change of clothing, toothbrush, flashlight, and some food in it. He'd been sleeping in the mini-van to keep the cost of the trip down. It made no sense to pay $60 for a hotel when the trip itself only brought in $50. In a way it was fun, sort of like a camping trip, in a parking lot... That's how it started at least. It slowly turned into more of a drag, and with it an isolated feeling. Not many students were around in the summer, so he usually would just work late, sleep, work again, and leave. Now that it was late June, this routine lost all novelty. For now he distracted himself with finding another radio station and thinking about what he had to do.
The day passed quickly in the machine shop. For as small as the room was, it was packed efficiently with all sorts of tools... a large cut-off saw, lathe, mill, drill press, 12 ton press, all donated or scavenged from surplus sources. A work table in the middle was littered with screws, wires, and a gutted control cabinet. It was about 9PM now, and Dee's bag sat open on a stool with some dinner half eaten on a plate on the nearby bench. The young coyote had just finished cutting off some pipe, the 1.5 ft fiber reinforced disk whirring down to a stop. As he turned from the tool, he was startled by the janitor who had come in a few moments before while the coyote was cutting the pipe. Dee waved and plucked the foam earplugs from his ears, tossing them into a nearby garbage can. The janitor was a pig rounding the corner on his mid sixties and looking not a day over 40, and always stopped in to say Hi when Dee was working. His name was Karl ("with a K"), and was assigned to this floor of the building.
"I don't think I've seen anyone else working in here, especially this late" Karl said, equally happy to take a break from his own job.
"Yeah, just wrapping it up here, it's getting late." On subconscious cue, he yawned. The pig was looking at Dee's bag, which had been present the times before, but not open before.
"What's with the suitcase? You sleeping in here as well?"
Dee shook his head, "Naw, I've got a mattress in the back of my van. It's just one night and its free after all!" He felt some of the original excitement of the concept come back when justifying it.
"Whaat? Sleeping in your car? You should have told me sooner! You're welcome to crash at my place. I've got a couch."
"Really? ...Alright yeah I'd appreciate that"
"Good, I'll drop you off during my break at 11. I don't get off 'till 2."
Those words pinged Dee in a way he'd never really experienced before. This guy, though one he'd talked to for the last few weekends, was still a stranger. On the other hand, the pig always seemed nice and he liked talking to him. Just turning 20 a few months earlier, Dee felt more independent, and this was an opportunity to make a decision as such.
The next hour crept by despite the coyote's best efforts to distract himself with screwing around with stuff in the shop and packing up his bag. Not more than a second passed ten o'clock when Karl showed up again, and the two headed off to his car. Dee furrowed his eyebrows at it... a PT Cruiser, they looked so ridiculous. When the coyote got in, Karl asked "Are you at least 18? I'm sorry but I have to ask" The coyote said he just turned 20 (semi-proud of that fact... it's nice not being a teenager anymore) The two exchanged smalltalk on the ride while they drove to a relatively clean trailer park near campus. He let Dee in and showed him around quick... the couch, the bathroom, seeya later! Granted, Karl only had a half hour break to do all this in.
Dee was tired, and after turning to unpack his bag while the pig drove off, he poked around a bit. Lots of shampoos, creams, dyes, and gels in the bathroom... no wonder Karl looked so much younger than his age. A computer with the usual accumulation of junk on the table around it. A post-it note with username and password on it for email. The password was "abc123". Why the hell did he have to write that one down?
The shower was small, but sufficient. Fitting for a single-wide trailer where living space is already at a premium. The young coyote towelled off and made his way back into the living room, sitting down with a dull thud on the couch. "Aah god damn it!" he growled out, sore. The couch was little more than fabric wrapped wood. Calling it a bench would have been more accurate. He supposed that it came with the trailer, and was made as cheaply as possible. Ah well. Not much other options at the moment. The pillow was soft at least, and after turning a few times he found a comfortable enough position to fall asleep in.
A little after 2 AM Dee was woken by the sound of the door opening and then the light coming on. He waved sleepily to Karl and sat up on the couch. They exchanged brief greeting while the pig put away his lunchbox and settled in a bit. Much to Dee's surprise, Karl took his pants off in the living room before going into his bedroom. "Weird", the coyote thought, and in the stillness that followed he grew sleepy again, laying back down on the couch to try and get some rest without giving that little interaction a second thought.
Around 5 am the half-light of dawn began to fade into the sky. Dee was not finding rest easy in this normally peaceful time. His legs were stiff, his back was stiff, one of his arms had managed to get more sleep than he did, and tingled painfully now that it had been woken. The coyote slunk off the couch and sat down on the floor, doing some basic stretched he did every morning to try and sooth some of the soreness. Karl must have heard him stir, because he came to the bedroom door and asked him how he slept.
"Ehhhh... not that well. Different surroundings, and all" Dee replied.
Karl shook his head a little and said "Sorry that couch isn't more comfortable, it came with the place... you can come sleep in my bed if you like, there's room"
Somewhere in the back of Dee's mind, alarms were going off and red flags were waving, but the soreness and thoughts of a nice bed was enticing enough to ignore them. He did feel a little uneasy, though.
"Yeah, ok, thanks" he said, and followed the pig into his bedroom. He got into bed on the far side, and Karl got in behind him. Dee lay on his side facing away, genuinely trying to squeeze in some rest before going back to the machine shop later this morning, and ignoring the niggling feeling in the back of his mind about what the situation was growing to be. This was cemented by the deep breathing the pig was doing, obviously facing Dee's back, and from the sound of it close as well. It was.... distracting, one could say. It became very clear to Dee at that moment that he was not going to get anymore rest this morning.
He heard movement and felt Karl brush his hand over his rear, sort of a flitting motion that pretty directly traced a finger along the coyote's asscrack. Dee froze, and his stomach rose to somewhere in his chest. He'd never been touched like that before, especially by a stranger. He was far from a virgin, but until now it was really just playing around with mutual masturbation with a friend he grew up with. He felt it again. So many thoughts passed through his head, but mostly it was how lonely he felt working so much with little time for anything personal. On top of that, he was always taught sex with strangers was promiscuous and wrong, and that ideal conflicted heavily with that lonely feeling and with the current situation he was in.
Dee felt like he had to do something though, because this whole playing-asleep thing wasn't panning out. The yote rolled over to face Karl in the still-dark bedroom. "Oh good, I was afraid you weren't gay" Karl said quickly, and began to rub the coyote's chest and pull up on his shirt. He was very clearly excited. The coyote helped it off, sort of on auto-pilot in this new experience. Next was his shorts, discarded similarly in the crumple of bedsheets. Karl was in the typical sleeping clothes of a white undershirt and boxers. As soon as Dee's shorts were off, the pig had his nose down to his groin, licking at the coyote's crotch and sucking on the tip of his sheath. It felt good, there was no denying that, but the young yote couldn't seem to get more than just half hard. Through all of this, it never really occurred to him to say "No". A part of him wanted to enjoy this, and really he was trying to, but the fear and apprehension he felt was not making that possible.
Karl moved between Dee's legs and hoisted them up, bending down to nuzzle under his balls and push the yote's tail up a bit. A sniff for judging cleanliness and then the pig's tongue was doing something the coyote had never felt before. For a moment, Karl's tongue slurping around the young canine's pucker stole all attention. It felt amazing, simply amazing. Dee lay there on his back groping at himself while the pig stepped it up a notch and forced his tongue down into the yote's ass, licking all around while what felt like sucking lightly. He had to admit, Karl was good at this, really really good. No doubt he'd had plenty of practice.
To Dee's dismay (and also Karl's), this still wasn't enough to get the coyote really into it. Sometimes when the yote had to piss, it was difficult to get aroused, so he said "I have to go tot he bathroom", to which Karl echoed "...you have to go to the bathroom." in some disbelief and frustration. Nevertheless, Dee went into the small bathroom and tried to urinate. It felt like he had to a moment ago, but doing so now was proving difficult. Eventually he was able to relax enough to drain his bladder, and returned to the dark bedroom.
Now, the pig layed back and pulled down his shorts, pointing to his erection. It was short, porcine in shape and fully slid from the fat fleshy sheath that currently surrounded its base. The coyote got the hint, and it seemed like the right thing to do anyways. When Dee leaned in to lick the pig's exposed member, the smell of sweat and stale fart greeted him. At this point in his life Dee had not gained an appreciation for sweaty musk just yet, but there is still a difference between that and plain fat stink. The yote grimaced a little and started to suck and bob his muzzle on Karl's cock, which is something he wasn't particularly good at given the amount of times the pig smacked his head when a tooth grazed here or there. Eventually Karl pushed Dee's head away and said "Up, up"
Dee was relieved. He wasn't having fun and this whole thing was turning out to be a mistake. It ended with Karl jerking off while Dee lay there next to him, after which they began to talk. It was beginning to become a lighter in the room as the sun rose.
"Are you a virgin?" the pig asked
"There is a friend home that I grew up with, and we played with each other on camping trips and sleepovers. Nothing too serious, just friends, we fooled around a lot growing up" Dee replied, arms loosely folded.
"Well that's alright, we don't have to have sex if you're saving it for your friend."
"Ok" ...."how'd you get that scar on your head?" Dee had always wondered, because it was big and kind of made the pig's head look a little oddly shaped.
"When I was much younger I fell asleep at the wheel and crossed the center line. I hit a car head on full of teenagers that were speeding. When I woke up in the hospital I kept asking if they were OK. Only one of them survived. I had a bad head injury. I pray for them every day"
Dee didn't press further. They talked about other stuff, college things, the drama that surrounds being a janitor. The coyote was telling Karl about how something or other was gone out of the machine shop (since other students used it), and the pig burst in with "Just like your virginity, ahahahaha!". It wasn't until that very moment that Dee realized that he was just a piece of tail that this guy was going to brag to his friends about landing. Overwhelming disgust washed over him as the reality of the situation replaced some of his inexperience.
"I better get an early start on work if I'm going to get out of here at any decent time"
The pig agreed, and after breakfast they drove back to the university. It was a quiet ride, and before Dee got out of the car, Karl said "There's no need to tell anyone about this, it's just between you and me, it's our special thing" Dee nodded and said goodbye. All day I the shop it was hard to keep focused as a variety of new emotions mulled about inside him. It had been his first sexual experience with someone who wasn't his childhood friend, and it wasn't all that fun. Parts of it were, he loved being rimmed. All in all it just felt weird, the pig seemed nice but it was clear he didn't really care, and Dee didn't know how to deal with that.
Over the rest of the summer there were awkward encounters where the janitor would come into the machine shop during his shift and close the door so he could hug and try to grope Dee in semi-privacy. The second time one of the other janitors walked in while they were hugging, and that was the end of that. Once the fall semester started back up, Dee saw less of the pig since their schedules were so different, which made it very convenient to create the gap. One of the times Karl came into the machine shop Dee finally managed to say that it would be best if the pig didn't visit him anymore. Karl scoffed "Oh it's going to be like that huh?" and left with a huff. From then on the coyote blanked him when they passed in the hallway, especially when he was walking with a professor.
After a few semesters Dee stopped seeing the janitor all together. He must have got a different job or something (though Dee hoped he had gotten fired....) It was a relief not to always be reminded of his poor decision. Life goes on, live and learn.