Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 22:04:44 -0800 (PST)
From: gentlebearftl <gentlebearftl@gay.com>
Subject: Eddie the Butcher

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or copy without the express permition of the author. this story is fiction
although some of the theme is taken from real life however all names and
such are total fiction, should you like to make comment please email to
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Eddie the Butcher


Back in 1987 when I was 19, I worked in the deli department of a huge
supermaket. There were many employees and we were all like a big family.
The deli department shared a breakroom with the meat cuttting department,
and that's where I first encountered Eddie. I remember immediately not
liking him. He was loud, obnoxious, ugly, fat, and looked like clone of one
of those gumbas you see in mafia movies. In his late 40's early 50's,
short, balding, with a big nose and large frame, Eddie had an intimidating
demeanor.

Everytime I was relaxing in the breakroom and Eddie came in, I would find a
reason to leave. He was loud and seemed to come in only when there were
cute young "broads" (as he called them) taking their lunch breaks. One
particularly busy day he came in and started his usual routine. I, being
extremely tired and stressed out figured I'd just have to endure his
tasteless banter or tune him out. He was sitting across from me, talking to
a newly hired, very beautiful woman named Theresa. I didn't notice it
immediately, but he had pulled up a flap of his white butchers smock so
that his crotch was clearly visible. I couldn't believe what I saw! He had
what looked like a HUGE kielbasa laying across his thigh, and for a minute
I had to stare to make sure it wasn't fake, or maybe a tube-like crease in
the navy blue polyester slacks all the butchers had to wear. When he
shifted his legs a couple times and I could actually see the flange of his
cockhead, I knew it was for real. I got hard immediately. I heard him clear
his throat, and I looked up sheepishly as our eyes met. His muttered
something under his breath, pulled the flap of his smock back down to
conceal his bulge and gave me a disgusted look. He said goodbye to Theresa,
who was getting something out of her locker, and swaggered out, staring me
down the whole time.

As time went on, and my hormones got the better of me, I began to soften my
harsh opinion of Eddie. I started some small talk with him, found out he
was married, an Italian from Brooklyn and he loved sports. What I first
thought of as intimidating, turned into a warm machismo. We talked about
foods that our family cooked on holidays (I'm Italian too) and after a
while he seemed to warm up a bit. Of course, my favorite part of our
interaction was seeing that huge bulge he so proudly displayed. Sometimes
it draped across his fat leg, or down his thigh, but I always had to go to
the restroom after our chats to shoot a quick load before going back to
work. That big slab of meat in those navy blue pants was emblazened in my
mind and I jerked of nightly (and damn near every morning) to fantasies of
Eddie temping me with his crotch.

Fast foward to Thanksgiving. Our store did very little business save for
the those few last minute shoppers, so most departments had only a few
employees that were needed. The usually busy supermarket was like a ghost
town, and I did more cleaning than slicing coldcuts and cheeses. I clocked
out for my lunch break as usual and noticed Eddie in the corner, sitting
upright, but obviously sleeping. An intermittant snore confirmed my
suspicion. I very quietly got my lunch from the fridge and sat down at a
table directly across from him. I was delighted to be able to look at him
without fear of him seeing me gawk at his unconcealable basket. Before long
though he started to stir, scratching his big belly, yawning and in
mid-stretch he noticed me sitting there.

"Hey", he said, "getting any busier out there?"

"Naw", I replied "It's completely dead"

"I can't wait to get out of here!", he exlaimed, "My old lady is cooking up
quite a spread"

"Sounds great. My folks went out of town to see my grandmother, she's sick
and they dont expect her to live into the new year", I said, not meaning to
deflate his enthusiasm with my bad news.

"Tell ya what, why don't you come to my place for dinner tonight?", he
offered, ignoring the bad news about my grandmother. "We certainly have
enough, the way my wife cooks, we'll have leftovers for a week after
Thanksgiving!"

"I really appreciate the offer Eddie, but I dont want to impose....after
all, you'll prolly have company and I dont want to be odd man out"

"It's no problem, buddy....really. It's just gonna be me and the wife", he
said with a wink

"You sure?"

He got up, walked over to me and tousled my hair like my grandfather used
to do. "It's no problem at all. The store closes at 6 tonight for the
holiday, why don't you just follow me home. I only live about 2 miles from
here"

"Sounds great" I smiled

****************************************************************************

Eddie's wife Pat was delighted that I came. She was very warm, friendly and
affectionate. Everytime I finished a plate of her delicious cooking, she
insisted I have more. She was said she learned everything she knew from her
mother. Her mother obviously taught her well.

"Go easy on the kid, Patty" Eddie joked, "He's gonna explode, for
chrissakes!"

Eddie ate more food than I though humanly possible, about halfway through
the meal, he reached under the table and undid the button on his pants
"making more room" he said with a wink. We had antipasto, then pasta with
meatballs and sausage, then a glazed ham, and finally pastries with
coffee. When she brought a a bowl of fruit and a tin of assorted nuts I
thought I would burst. I couldnt eat another bite. Pat quickly cleaned up
as Eddie and talked shop.

"I'm going to my sisters to play some cards. Help yourself to any leftovers
if you get hungry" Pat said as she carried a care package of food out to
her car and drove off, leaving me and Eddie in front of the television
watching a football game.

"Do you mind if I get comfortable?", Eddie asked as he took of his pants
and shirt, not waiting for an answer. He said it give the appearance of
politeness.

"Not at all, make yourself at home" I said courteously. He smiled and gave
me one of his famous winks.

He was now in a pair of thread-bare boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. I
could see the outline of his cock against the thin fabric and could see
big, eraser-sized nipples poking through his shirt. He went to the kitchen,
got us a couple of beers and sat down in a recliner. I was not old enough
to drink, but I took the beer anyway and guzzled it down in no time. I
looked at Eddie watching the game, his big cockhead peeking out of the leg
of his boxers and I got an immediate hardon. When Eddie suggested I get
them another round of beers, I had to shift my dick so he didn't see it
jutting out while I walked past him. I got the distinct feeling he was
looking at my crotch when I walked by. When I returned, he told me to take
off my pants and get comfortable. I was felt so bloated and my pants felt
so tight after that amazing feast, that I did it without a second
thought. I think the beer might have lowered my inhibitions as well.

"Wont Pat be offended?", I asked nervously

"Naw, she always calls me before she leaves her sisters anyway. No need to
be worried, buddy"

I draped my pants over the edge of the sofa and sat down. Luckily I had
wore clean underwear!! Gratefully my erection had deflated in the meantime
and I returned my attention to Eddie's crotch and belly as he cheered and
roared enthusiastically at the game. I noticed that his cock appeared
larger. I could see the piss slit and I drooled hungrily. The beer was
hitting me pretty hard and I must have lost all discretion. The television
suddenly turned off.

"You still hungry?", he asked, with gleam in his eye, his voice deeper than
usual

I continued to stare at his cock, which had slowly snaked further out of
his boxers. "Yeah" I said quietly.

I got on my hands and knees and and crawled over to the recliner. Eddie
leaned back, and rubbed his big belly, occasionally pinching his
nipples. As I neared my target, I could smell the raw masculinity of
him. His huge dick growing bigger by the second, it started to raise up off
the seat of the recliner and I could see his heartbeat throbbing in it,
growing bigger with each surge of blood.

"I knew you wanted this since that first day in the breakroom", he sneared,
his voice and countenance changing drastically, "Everytime I get a new job
there is always some faggot that follows me around like a cock-crazed
puppy. You think you were being slick, but I knew you were checking out my
package today. I heard you come in and wanted to tease you"

I was hypnotized by his cock which was over 9 thick inches by now and still
growing. There was no way I would ever be able to get more than the big
bulbous head into my mouth, that's how big it was....and the smells. The
musky-sweet saltiness of his crotch was intoxicating. I leaned in and took
a deep whiff and reveled in the odor. He reached down with his big paws,
rubbed his lemon-sized balls and shoved his thick fingers under my nose.

"You like the smell of dirty, nasty old man cock, huh?" He asked, but it
wasnt really a question.

I couldn't hold out any longer, dazed, I opened my mouth and swirled my
tongue around the huge smelly head. It continued to fill out. He grabbed
the base of it, as if feeding it to me. He squeezed, and the skin on the
fully engorged head grew tight and shiny. His cock had to be over a foot
long and thick as my wrist. High on hormones and crotch-funk, I started
licking and sucking on that mule dick for all I was worth. I lost
control. I was whimpering and moaning, and he laughed at me between his own
lustful groans.

"I bet I could make you do anything for this.", he snarled as he slapped
that heavy dong on my forehead. "Bet I could even make you pay money for
sucking me off"

His laugh demeaned and aroused me at the same time.

"Get up!" he barked.

I stood up, disoriented, still buzzed from the beers, and he swiped off my
briefs and laughed as my 4" erection pointed straight at him, leaking.

"That's no dick, that's an overgrown clit" he snickered, angering me, and
my face grew red with embarassment and infuriation. It just made him laugh
harder.

"Turn around", he ordered, and I complied in spite of myself.

He stood up, and I watched over my shoulder, his big dick bobbing with
every slight movement he made. I knew what was coming, and as much as I was
afraid, I wanted it more than anything I ever wanted before in my life. He
reached over to the endtable where there was a bottle of hand lotion, it
was probably his wifes, and he pumped out a copious amount and worked it
all over his enormous, hot penis. He then pumped out a bunch more and
started hurredly, roughly working the cold lotion into my ass. I tried to
relax, but he was insensitive to the pain he was producing. I winced and
yelped.

"Shut up, faggot" he said...and I did.

I could feel the tip of his cock between my ass cheeks. He wiggled it
playfully, teasingly, sliding it up and down my crack.

"You ever been deep dicked before, boy? Well get ready!"

He pushed against my hole, but it was too tight. His earlier attempts to
open me up were minimal, but he didnt seem to care. He grabbed me around
the chest in a sort of choke hold and pushed for all he was worth.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh", I cried as his mule dick split me open and invaded my
tender virgin rectum.( I knew I was gay at that time, but had done little
more than play around with a few friends my age.) My eyes filled with tears
and I tried to pull away, but this man was a lot bigger and stronger than
me and he held me fast.

"Where you think you're going Buddy? Ah yeah, that feels so fucking
good. You'll be backin' into it in no time"

I was in serious pain. There was no way I could imagine liking this. Why
did so many gay men enjoy anal sex? It felt like a toothache in my butt,
only worse. His cock began to twitch and as it did, it slid millimeter, by
millimeter into my ass. It felt so hot, so much hotter than the rest of his
body. As it slid in slowly, I started to feel the first twinges of
pleasure, and I gasped with relief and lust.

"Told you you'd like it, faggot" he muttered, and read the sounds I was
making as license to push in deeper.

As he did, he hit a spot deep inside me that I never knew was there. My
cock started to get hard again and I moaned. He pushed in deeper, rocking
me back and forth on each inch of progress.

"OO OO OO OO" My moans synchronized with his rocking.

"You sound like a bitch in heat", he snickered and reached around to my
rockhard cock. Cum was oozing out in a steady stream, like I was have one
long orgasm. "That clit of yours is leaking pussy juice like crazy, you
damn bitch" and he rammed his cock all the way inside me.

"Oh yeah" I groaned in pleasure and in pain. "Oh yeah, fuck me!!" He pulled
that cock almost all the way out and then slammed it back in again. Over
and over he did this, slowly and deliberately, driving me crazy. Cum
dribbled out of my little dick and onto the tile floor. It was like I was
taking the biggest shit of my life. When he would start to pull it back, I
would feel empty and back into it.

"See?" he chuckled, "you like that big dick deep inside there. You cant get
enough of it"

I wriggled my ass onto his cock and relished the feeling. I felt my dick
spasm and my spincter clamped around his thick cock. Ribbons of cum shot
out of my little dick. I started to lose my balance, but Eddie held me
up. He started fucking me harder, like an animal. It started to hurt again,
but I quickly became accustomed to the assaulted and the feeling melted
into ecstacy. With a minute, my dick was rock hard again.

"Take my fucking load you bitch, you fucking bastard!", I could feel and
smell the sweat pouring off of him and he fucked my ass furiously, all the
while shouting obscenities. I came again before he finally shot his seed
deep inside me, like white hot lava.

When he regained his composure, he ordered me to lick up all the jizz I
shot on the floor. I went to the bathroom because I felt like I had to take
a dump, and he opened the door without knocking. His heavy bloated dick was
swaying like a pendulum. He turned on the water in the sink, and told me
wash his dick for him. I was glad to oblige. We both got hard again as I
lathered up his trouser snake, but before I could bring him off again, the
phone rang.  "Shit!, that's Pat", he ran for the phone patting his crotch
dry with a wash cloth.

He came back to the bathroom as I was finishing up. He held my pants out to
me. I put them on quickly. It seemed such an abrupt end to such an intense
experience.

"Thanks for having me over for Thanksgiving", I said as Eddie walked me to
the door.

"Dont mention it....and don't forget about the money you owe me"

"What money?" I asked, with a stupified look on my face"

"The money for the fucking I gave you tonight", he said, matter-of-factly.

I couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. He was ugly, fat, over 30 years
older than me, and he was expecting ME to pay HIM! I felt humiliated and
used, but for some reason it turned me on, and my little dick started
jutting out the from of my khakis.

"100 Dollars", he sneered, and he reached over and flicked my cock hard
with his fat fingers.

I winced in pain, and nodded my head "ok"

"...oh and next time, it'll be 200 dollars", he laughed as he closed the
front door.

I clenched my jaw in anger and drove home feeling degraded ...but I knew it
was a matter of time before I gave in and paid him the 200 dollars to be
fucked.