My First Cornholing

This is a true story concerning something that happened to me several years
ago and I still have trouble believing that it really happened. I have
always wanted to tell someone about it, but was afraid I would be found
out. I have never attempted to write an erotic story before, so please bear
with me.

I am presently in my mid 40's, married with three children, very straight,
except for the incident I am going to try to tell you about. I was born,
raised and presently live in Tennessee. Being from this region of the
country, I never considered having sex with another male when I was growing
up. Of course, while I was in my teen years, I would joke with the other
boys about it, but none of it was serious except for one boy.

We lived in a town of about 10,000 people, but my father owned three farms
outside the town. He had a man living on the largest farm who was I guess
was what you might call an 'overseer'. The man had several children, and I
hate to say this, but the whole family was rather crude and what would now
be called a bunch of 'rednecks'. My father would sometimes drop me off at
their house so I could go hunting with the man's boys. I think I was about
15 when I first found out one of the boys had a sexual interest in me. He
was about 2 or 3 years older that me, big, and probably not overly
bright. I had been hunting with him several times, but always one or more
of his brothers was also with us. One day when my father dropped me off
this guy, whose name is Ben, went with me alone. After we got down in the
woods and set down to wait we started to talk, at first about girls. He
wanted to know if I had ever screwed a girl and I told him I had not, but
wanted to real badly. He said he had screwed several girls (probably a
lie), but what he really liked to do was, in his words, 'cornhole' boys. I
remember I felt really strange when he started talking about this and
didn't want to talk about such things, but, at the same time, I guess I was
curious. He said he had done it to all his brothers several times and I
think the youngest one was only about 9 or 10 at the time. He said his
older brother, who was away in the army, had done it to him and how much he
liked it. He then wanted to know if we 'city boys' were doing it to each
other. I told him I didn't have any friends who would consider doing such a
thing. Then he said something I have never forgotten, " Have you ever been
'cornholed', I sure would like to 'cornhole' you". This really started to
scare me and I told him if he didn't stop talking about this I would tell
my father. He might have been stupid, but he knew what his 'place' was so
he shutup and never mentioned it again. At that time some of the old
Southern class system was still recognized and I am sure he thought I was
much higher on the social scale than he was. I never went hunting with him
alone again, but I really probably didn't have anything to worry about
since I think he was actually afraid I would tell.

I never thought much about this incident for several years. I went on to
college, got married and started a family. When I was 22 my father passed
away and I inherited all the land he owned and the guy, Ben, who was
married now, still lived on the property. I guess I was 26 or 27 when I
became obsessed with anal sex due to a couple of unrelated incidences. A
friend of mine had some old 'stag' movies he loaned me to watch. These were
the old black and white 8mm movies that were around before VCR's. I took
them home and, one night when the wife was out of the house, I watched
them. They were all about the same, but one stood out. It didn't have any
women, just a man and what looked like a teenage boy, and the man proceeded
to fuck the boy in the ass. This just about blew my mind, but I hate to
admit it I was really turned on.

At that time I had never had a complete physical exam and my wife had been
bugging me for quite a while to have one. So I finally broke and made an
appointment. I had never really thought much about what the doctor did to
you when you got a complete physical, but I found out. After the usual
x-rays and drawing of blood, etc. the doctor came in and started to look me
over. He had me lower my briefs and he checked me out in front. Then he
told me to turn around and bend over so he could do a rectal exam. I was
never so embarrassed, because, even in my naivete, I sort of knew what he
was going to do next. He asked if I had ever had a rectal exam before and I
told him I had not. He then told me I would probably find it to be a little
uncomfortable, but just to relax. He put some lubricant on his gloved
finger and started to massage my asshole. Even in my embarrassment I have
to admit it sort of felt good. He then pushed his finger in me and
proceeded to probe around for quite awhile. It definitely hurt, but, at the
same time, it was a turnon and I actually started to get a partial
erection. This scared me because I didn't know what the doctor would think,
but he seemed not to notice. When I got home I immediately had to
masturbate and couldn't wait for my wife to get home so I could fuck her.

From that time on I couldn't get anal sex off my mind. First I just had to
fuck my wife in the ass. This took a lot of persuasion, but see finally she
gave in. I have to say my wife is a wonderful woman and I really appreciate
her. She is a 'proper Southern lady' and to submit to such an act took true
love on her part. At first she couldn't stand it, but endured for my
sake. I just couldn't get enough and after a period of time she got where
she actually asked me to do it sometimes. As much as I enjoyed my wife I
knew I needed more. I hated to admit to myself, but I wanted a man to fuck
me in my ass and I wanted it bad. My thoughts really bothered me and it
worried me that my desires made me a 'queer' or some other weird type
person. I was not turned on by men's bodies and did not want to fuck them,
but I couldn't get the idea of getting fucked off my mind. I became
obsessed by the thought of being 'taken' by another man to the point I
actually had fantasies about being made up and dressed like a woman while I
was being fucked. This went on for about a year and it was becoming such
an obsession I was actually losing sleep over it. I finally resigned myself
the fact I was going to have to get ass fucked or go out of my
mind. Looking back on it all I realize how dangerous this could have been,
but this was before the AIDS scare and I had never really given 'safe sex'
much of a thought.

Now I really had a problem. I did not know where I could find a man to take
care of my problem. I knew a couple of guys everyone said were gay, but
they both were definitely on the feminine side and what I was looking for
was a real man. After a lot of thought I remembered the guy, Ben, and our
teenage chat. Ben now worked for me so I did see him at least once a
month. I thought long and hard about this before I made up my mind. The
more I thought about it the more it seemed he was just right. Although he
was definitely a crude clod he was also definitely very manly in an animal
sort of way. Also, since he lived on my property and worked for me I felt
like I had a hold on him and I could trust him to keep his mouth shut.

Very soon after I had made up my mind he came to the house to settle up for
some crops. I always believed he liked coming to my house just to look at
my wife. Anyway, after we finished with the finances I followed him out to
his truck. I was nervous, but I asked him if he still fucked other guys in
the ass. It definitely took him back, but he finally was able to say he had
not done it in a long time, but still would like to if he ever got a
chance. Then he asked why did I want to know. I said I just remembered the
time years ago that he told me he wanted to 'cornhole' me. That really made
him nervous and he said he was just a kid then and he was sorry. He was
very polite and always called me, "Mr. Tom". I then told him if he ever
said anything about what I was about to tell him I would kick him off my
property. He nervousness made me braver. I then told him he could be honest
and asked him if he still wanted to fuck me. It took awhile but he finally
managed to say he would. I then told him I was still a virgin, but lately I
had thought a lot about it and had made up my mind I wanted to experience
taking it up the ass and not only I wanted but wanted it the worst sort of
way. I could tell he wasn't sure I was serious, so I assured him I was very
serious. He then started to loosen up a bit and asked me when and where did
I want to do it. I knew I had reached the point of no return so I asked him
what he thought about me coming down to the farm the following Saturday
mourning. He said that would be great and then he left.

After he had gone reality set in about what I had just done. The next
couple of days were pure hell. I was so nervous I could hardly sleep or
eat, but Saturday finally came and, although it has been almost 18 years
now, I can remember that day like it was yesterday.