Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 06:11:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boyatt Hart <boyatthart@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Daddy Luke (part 2)

This will be another multi-part story loosely based on my sexploits.
"Luke" is all of my favorite daddies I've had the pleasure of being with
over a lifetime all rolled into one.  I know my leading men all have very
similar physical descriptions.  These are the men who turn my crank and the
men I have traditionally chased my whole life.  You get no apology from me
on that score.  And what do you really pay for this stuff?  I hope you will
see fit to make a donation to Nifty.  It's the only place I know of on the
web that you can scour like this for your own special brand of kinky lit,
whatever that brand might be.  So be a stand-up guy.  Comments can be sent
to me at boyatthart@yahoo.com.



				Big Daddy Luke (part 2)
				    by Boyatt Hart


Luke had given me directions to his place as we left work and asked me how
early I could be there.  I told him as early as he wanted.  He said the
earlier the better and left it at that.  I could hardly sleep after our
frisky afternoon encounter at the park.  My mind had raced all night
anticipating what he had in store for me.

I was on the road by 9:30 that morning and found myself having to
consciously watch my speed on the drive, as my eagerness seemed to be
getting the better of me.  Spying his car under the tenants' covered awning
I parked in the uncovered row behind him and nervously carried my overnight
bag up the steps and located his door.  I took a few deep breaths to calm
myself before knocking.

After three raps I heard his soothing bass voice boom out, "Who's there?"

I identified myself and he told me the door was open and to let myself in.
When I got inside he was nowhere to be seen.

"Luke?" I called out.

"Back here, changing the bed," he replied, "Wanna give me a hand?  Oh, and
now that you're here how about turning the deadbolt so nobody walks in on
us."

I followed his voice down a short hallway to an open door.  My knees almost
buckled as I saw his nude form carrying out the task, instantly springing
me fully erect.

"Hope you don't mind my informality," he said as he looked me over while
scratching his enormous balls.

My heart was pounding and my mouth went dry, unable to respond, as my eyes
drank in the sight of him.

"Cat got your tongue, boy?" Luke asked in a playful tone, smiling as he let
his bull balls tumble back down onto his thighs.

He then rolled his hands into two massive fists that he rested on his hips
and continued, "Had a hard time getting to sleep last night thinking about
this so I ended up snoozing a little later than I intended.  Just woke up a
few minutes ago and was trying to get the bed ready for us to enjoy ahead
of you getting here."

"Let me help," I finally managed to stammer out.

"Get those clothes off and let that thing get some air first," said
pointing at my hard-on, which was straining at my trousers as usual.

I quickly set about obliging his instruction.

"Not so fast," the burly giant cautioned as he sat at the foot of his bed,
his huge balls cascading over the edge of the mattress that helplessly
sagged under the weight of his powerful bulk, "I want to enjoy this."

I'm sure I blushed but I happily obeyed, my eyes glued to his incredibly
masculine display.  I slowly removed my shirt and pitched it to him.  His
eyes stayed on me as he pressed the shirt to his nose and inhaled my
freshly showered scent from it.

"Mmmm," he sighed and then, in a lusty tone, "Nice belly, boy...firm and
round.  Nice big muscles, too...big strong boy!  Mind showing off a little
for me?"

I could scarecely believe my ears, unable to contain my smile as I gave him
what he wanted by tensing them up and running my hands over their contours.
He let out that familiar long, low whistle as he admired me and I broke out
in chills as I saw his huge, hooded cock begin to swell and lift off of his
incredibly potent looking balls.

Studying his reaction to me I slowly unbottoned my trousers at the waist,
freeing my belly to settle to its ungirded posture.

"You want to do the honors?" I asked as I peeled the flap of my fly over
exposing the zipper.

"Come here," he said with an expectant smile.

I stepped forward enough for him to reach out tug my zipper down.  He ran
his hand over my hard-on and then worked his thick fingers into the
waistband of my underwear then slowly worked it all down over my hips until
my rock hard dick sprang up in his smiling face.  He slid his right hand
under it and broke into a grin as he discovered that, with his finger tips
barely brushing my scrotum, my cock head came to rest on the heel of his
palm.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed as he licked it and planted a kiss on the top side of
my glans.

Next he reached around me and sunk his fingers into my glutes, then pulled
me to him and pressed his face to my belly, my raging erection poking him
in the chest.  Slowly his left hand worked its way around and up the
contour of my gut up onto my right pec.  Another sigh escaped him as he
kneaded its muscular density and gently pinched my erect nipple between his
thick thumb and pointer finger.  I cradled his big, round head in my arms
and gently pressed it against me, savoring the feel of his bristly morning
beard digging into my fuzzy belly.

When his appetite for skin contact was sated he told me to finish getting
out of my clothes and to lay them in the chair behind me to my left.  I
stepped back and saw that his monstrously fat hard-on was at full mast.
Never letting his gaze stray from me he absent-mindedly wrapped a paw-like
hand around his corpulent meat and retracted his ample foreskin, revealing
a big crimson colored head glistening in the clear juice that was copiously
flowing from its gaping slit.  I shivered at the sight of him, struck by
the simultaneous beauty and vulgarity of his incomparable masculinity in
sexual arousal.

I turned to prop myself on the arms of the chair to finish getting my feet
out of the clothing bunched around my ankles.  The bed springs gave a
grateful groan as he rose from it behind me and caught me offguard by
stepping up to run his huge hands over my back, his big pre-cum slimed cock
head pressing into the underside of my balls as I raised my legs one at a
time to shuck off my pants.

"Nice broad back.  Nothing frail about you, boy!  We're gonna be able to
get down to business and just let 'er rip!" he said as he landed a playful
swat on my butt.

"As opposed to what?" I asked.

"As opposed to the normal sized people I've been fucking since my divorce,"
he said without hesitating, "I'm always afraid I might hurt them if I don't
hold back."

"Gotcha," I said, "well, you're right about that.  The last thing I want is
to finally get with a man like you only to have you hold back with me."

I ran my hands over his firm, mountain-like physique and lastly took his
massive member in my hand giving it a solid squeeze as I said, "I want
everything you got, mister!"

He grinned that winning grin of his, palmed the back of my head like a
volleyball and started to press my face to his, then suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked, thinking he was having second thoughts about being
with me.

"I'm still in my pajamas," he replied inciting a look of confusion on me as
I gazed on his naked form.

"I sleep nekkid," he explained with a chuckle, "I'm just saying I haven't
cleaned up yet, and I sure as hell haven't brushed my teeth.  Don't want to
run you off."

I told him I had no intention of running anywhere and that I was ready for
him to take me in a kiss.  My sincerity apparently won him over and he
resumed with an approving smile, pulling me into his embrace and stuffing
my pie hole with his thick tongue as he lewdly groped and squeezed me like
a melon in a supermarket.

The strength behind his forceful embrace was breathtaking.  Electricity
surged through my body as I sucked his tongue and tried my best to match
his raw power.  Our raging hard cocks routinely glanced off each other like
swords in a fight beneath our bellies as we ground them together.

When he finally broke our embrace we stepped apart and admired each other
again for a moment until he broke the silence by telling me he would love
to have some company in the shower.  In spite of the fact I had already
showered a short time before I was unable to resist his invitation.  So we
finished dressing the bed and he invited me to stretch out on it while he
took care of a few preliminaries. In a few minutes Luke called me to join
him.

Being an older apartment complex the quarters in his toilet were a bit of a
tight fit for us, but all of the skin contact as we maneuvered around each
other only added to the excitement for me.  He bent over to start the water
and I caught my breath as his globe shaped glutes parted slightly and his
enormous balls bounced out at me from between the backs of his naturally
muscular thighs.  I couldn't resist caressing and gently squeezing them,
eliciting a sigh of satisfaction from him.

We stepped into the shower when the water was his preferred temperature, me
in front, and laughed as we discovered how inadequate the dimensions were.
He asked me to lift the lever that engaged the shower head.  I managed to
get turned in that direction and as I bent down to raise it the meaty head
of his fat, rock hard cock poked at my ass crack.

"Nice," he cooed as I happily pressed back against it.

The steamy water rained down on us as I turned to face him again and he
pressed my face to his for another deep kiss.  After Luke released me he
reached around me to fetch the soap from his shower caddy.  Handing it to
me he raised his powerful arms above his head one at a time so I could
lather him up.

Our bellies rubbing together I proceeded to soap his vast convexity with
slow circular motions, savoring the feel of him and guaging the density of
his musculature in the process.  Even his armpits were convex with thick,
fibrous muscle.  I had to lick them, to his delight.

Given his incredibly heavy beard I expected him to be as hairy as an ape
but, except for his arms, legs, the patch of hair decorating the cleft
between his pecs and the treasure trail starting below his belly button
leading down to his pubic bush, his very ethnic looking, olive toned skin
was incredibly smooth.  His huge, round gut glistened seductively, drawing
my hands to it like a magnet.

I don't remember how long we stayed there but long enough to grope and
explore every nook, cranny and crevice of our combined six hundred plus
pounds.  We explored each other's butt crack with probing fingers, squeezed
each other's balls, chewed each other's nipples and just generally enjoyed
being squeezed into that tight space with each other.  I do remember that
near the end I was playing with that ample hood that covered the head of
his raging hard dick and asked if he would slip it over mine again.

He laughed and said, "You remember what happened when I did that to you
yesterday, right?"

Then wrapping his beefy paw around my hard-on he continued, "I don't want
that to happen again.  I've got plans for this thing."

"I'll be a good boy," I replied as I peeled him back and ran my thumb over
his gaping slit.

"Go ahead," he said as he pecked my forehead with kiss.

I maneuvered my arms around and under our bellies and lined our dicks up
head to head, then rolled his velvety foreskin toward me until it's
miraculously soft warmth enveloped me as well.  It was very difficult but
somehow I managed to refrain from shooting in it as I had the day before.

"How does it feel?" he asked as he took my hips in his giant hands and
pulled them toward him.

"I've never felt anything so wonderful," I softly replied wrapping my free
arm around his bull neck, "Now that I knwow what I'm missing I'd give
anything to still have mine.  Teach me how to please you with it."

He took the bulb of my nose between his teeth and started caressing the tip
of it with his tongue.

"That should give you some idea," he said with a wink, "Turn the water off
and let's get this show on the road."

We got out of the shower and began drying each other off.  When Luke turned
for me to dry his back I was stunned by its breadth as it fanned out from
his hips up to his wide, thick shoulders.  The tuft of hair in the small
just above his butt crack tantalized me and I curled a bit of it around a
finger.  We were completely at ease with the constant contact of each
other's hard cock as we leisurely worked at the task.

Once dry he told me to make myself at home and that he would join me after
his shave. I took his heavy jowls in my hands and caressed the densely
populated coarse stubble that tattooed the lower half of his face
blue-black.

"Can't you leave it till tomorrow?" I begged, "I love the feel of it
against my face and belly."

"Sorry, boy.  If I skip even one day there's not a razor blade out there
that can stand up to my second day's growth," he replied placing his hands
over mine and grinding the sandpaper stubble into my palms, "Trust me,
it'll be back again in the morning...hell, what am I saying?  It'll be back
by dinner time!"

"A goodbye kiss till then?" I asked.

His great belly shook with laughter against mine as he drew me into his
bulk and deep kissed me with a ferocity greater than all that had preceded
it.  The shock of it went straight to my dick, making it so hard I could
have fucked a brick.  I slipped my hands down from from his face and around
his immense chest and pulled myself as tightly against him as I could.  His
rigid bull cock glanced off my pubic pad as the head of mine nestled into
his plump, warm scrotum.

Luke held me that way until neither of us could last any longer and we had
to come up for air.

He planted a playful peck on the tip of my nose as he asked, "That enough
to hold you over?"

"Yes, SIR!" I confirmed.

"Ok, then, get lost and when I'm done I'll find you.  It's a small place,"
he instructed me.

"Can't I stay and watch?" I heard myself plead with the fervor of an
adoring child.

I'm sure I blushed, but he didn't flinch as he granted my request.  When he
was lathered up I got an idea what he would look like with his beard grown
out and couldn't resist running my hand over his enormous paunch in
admiration.  He smiled in amusement.

After he had finished and rinsed off the remnants of shaving cream I
caressed his wet face.

"You have a prize winner of a beard," I said tracing its still pronounced
pattern with my fingers, "Even clean shaven it looks heavier than most
men's morning stubble."

The giant positioned me in front of him and pressed my face to his for yet
another deep kiss, this time squeezing our hard cocks together in his free
hand as he did.

He released my head but kept our dicks together as he said, "Belive me,
boy, Mother Nature didn't exactly short you in the manly department
either."

Luke's praise made me feel proud and when he finally released our hard-ons
from his firm grip he led me back to his bedroom.