Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2015 17:32:42 -0700
From: JC West <muscle.daddy.bear.1@gmail.com>
Subject: Big Neighbor Men Chapter 2: Chet
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Neighbor Men Series - Chapter 2
Chet
I left my wife and two daughters to make the three and a half hour
drive to house-sit for my parents over the weekend. It was also a
stressful time for all as after ten years of marriage; my wife and I had
come to realize we'd married too quickly without considering what living
with each other day to day would be like. Neither of us was truly happy.
She loved life in the big city, her corporate job, and all the parties and
events that went with that while I loved small town life, camping, and
barbecues in the back yard with close friends. She would keep the house
and our daughters, and I was deciding where and what I wanted to do next.
So I was grateful for the quiet driving time alone, and spent the
last hour thinking about and anticipating the solitude of having the house
and open space to myself. Feeding the livestock twice a day and unloading
a pallet that would be holding ten fifty-pound sacks of horse-feed when I
arrived would be all that was on my agenda for the weekend.
My parents still lived in the house they'd bought twenty-four years
ago on a plot of four acres. It was more than enough room to raise horses
for riding, a few heads of cattle that would eventually end up as neat
packages of beef in the freezer, ducks and chickens, and about one acre
devoted to a pretty large vegetable garden. The house sat in the northwest
corner back from the road as did most houses in that area outside of the
small town where I'd grown up. Two acres over sat a Church of Christ, and
on the other side quite a ways down was the Banes' place. Right next door
and in between us was the house they'd built for Mrs. Banes' elderly
mother. When Mrs. Banes' mother passed away, they sold only the house and
house's lot with none of the pasture land to a friend of my mother's since
childhood, Jeanette, and the Jeanette's husband, Chet Wolzbach.
During the last hour of the drive, I also began thinking about
Chet.
Even before they'd moved next door and lived in a nearby town, our
families spent a lot of time together. I always felt sorry for Chet
because Jeanette, by no means pretty on top of everything else, was a stern
woman who hen-pecked at him almost constantly. It was hard to understand
why they'd even gotten married. It was no surprise a few years ago when
Mom told me Jeanette was divorcing Chet and moving two towns over where she
worked. I only wished it had been Chet that had filed for the divorce; he
had certainly earned that over the years.
Chet himself, though, was a fascinating oddity to me. Tall, at
6'8", he had black hair, broad German features, a clear booming deep deep
voice, and owned his own small company that did air conditioning
contracting for large businesses and buildings. He preferred only working
part of each week over expanding to achieve greater income and nicer
possessions so that he could merely enjoy a relaxed life.
For as long as I'd known him, he was always clean-shaven, wore a
severe unflattering flat-top, and was always in light blue coveralls even
on days he stayed entirely at home. He spent most of his time at home on
his pride and joy hobby of miniature electric trains. He would take a
large flat of plywood, and then meticulously over several years build
countryside, towns, and winding railroad tracks on each before suspending
it all on winch systems placed side by side in the ceiling of his garage.
As a kid, going over to their house was fantastic for being allowed to run
all the different sets he built over the years for hour after hour.
I always saw him as a bit of a gruff dork that was rather
`economical' with his words. His jokes and teasing seemed rather lame, his
voice too loud, and his acceptance of his wife's treatment sad...plus, he
always looked frumpy and out of step with the times.
That was completely at odds with the man that would water ski
slalom whenever our families would get together to take out either their
boat or ours. Like him wearing light blue shapeless coveralls all the
time, he always wore the same swim trunks year after year. Unlike his
coveralls, though, the trunks were tight, form fitting, sleek, and showed
off his usually hidden physique. With the coveralls shed, his body looked
like it was built of boulders with impressive heaping muscle bulging from
his shoulders, arms, and chest with tree-trunk thighs below. Never getting
any sun and unlike most of the men that were friends with my parents,
Chet's skin was milky white while covered in a flurry of inky black silky
hair.
While he lumbered about like a bull in a china shop on land...up on
a single ski and leaned slightly backward with an obscenely large mound of
meat in his trunks thrust forward, he jetted and glided over the water
behind the boat like some graceful hairy giant in an expertly executed
dance of flowing athleticism. There was no end to the talk of others in
admiration watching the man with both feet locked into a single ski, moving
over the water as if born to it. Even at a young age, it was glaringly
obvious what people were talking about when they said it was impossible to
watch him without a sense of awe and admiration.
Watching him ski with his powerhouse body revealed, changed my view
of him drastically. He became a mystery for me in that on one hand he came
across as a frumpy dork, yet on the other he was muscular, agile,
impressive, and...well...sexy.
After the first time seeing him ski, I found myself subconsciously
seeking his attention...making jokes, asking questions, and finding reasons
to spend time with him. At first, I didn't recognize it as a sexual
attraction. And maybe, at that time, it wasn't sexual and was more just a
kind of hero worship. As the summers and ski trips continued while I moved
into puberty, I began thinking of girls...but, I also began thinking about
Chet. I began to imagine getting to touch his muscles and the hair of his
body, and also find out what it was that made that huge mound in the big
man's swim trunks as much or more than I began to imagine being with a
girl.
I was sixteen when something first happened, though it was really
nothing at all.
I was home sick, really sick, with an early flu and my mom had to
be in town all day starting at 10:00 AM for a planning and zoning meeting
since she was on the city council at that time. Home all day, Chet had
agreed to check in on me from time to time.
Even sick as a dog, I was still a horny sixteen year old and pushed
the sheets off me a couple hours after Mom left the house.
Even miserable, I began getting excited running my hands all over
myself as if they were the hands of someone else. Knowing he would wander
over from time to time during the day, my mind was turning to Chet. I
really didn't imagine anything specific, though. Just the thought of being
alone with him, even though he would just checking up on me while I was
sick, was enough to make my dick throb into a raging hard-on.
When friends would grab one or both of my nipples for the dreaded
'Texas Tittie Twister,' I noticed a shot of electricity would shoot up
through my balls and shaft to the head of my prick. So, as I lay in bed, I
reached up to alternately pinch and twist one and then the
other...spreading my legs and reaching down with my free hand to go back
and forth between lightly stroking my prick with a feathery touch to doing
the same across the sensitive ass-ring below. I'd gone to the public
library and stalked stealthily to the section with the books on sex for
ones that dealt with homosexuality. The pictures of ancient Greek art
depicting men with men, or boys, having oral and anal sex turned me on
every bit as much as looking at porn magazines with naked women and those
with men and women having sex. While both terrifying and having a taboo
aspect to it, I'd begun wondering about and wanting to experience what it
would feel like to do the things in those Greek pictures.
Even though if felt like hell, I was still getting so worked up I
began stuffing two fingertips into my hole hot with fever and slick with
sweat. My other hand left tugging at my nipples to fist my six inch cut
dick while the first switched back and forth between stroking and stuffing
my little asshole.
More quickly than I wanted, my hairless balls pulled up tight and
the hand at my ass flew up to grab the side of my head while cum shot up
all over my chin, neck, chest, and stomach. I caught deep breath after
deep breath with my body heaving and quaking while my legs stretched out
rigidly along the bed. Everything began coming down into intermittent
shudders as the last of my load spat out into my belly button. My whole
body went limp when the desire to fall back asleep began to spread through
me just as I heard the distinct sound of the back door softly closing.
Panicked, I jumped up to peer around my bedroom door and into the
hallway. It was empty and the house was silent.
I crept down to the end of the hallway and found the rest of the
house empty.
Knowing it was the raspy dry sound of the back door I'd heard, I
snuck over and looked through the blinds of its window to see tall blue
coveralls slowly striding from our backyard to the one next door.
I felt too badly to consider anything about that, and just dragged
myself back to bed. Once I'd cum and the excitement had passed, I felt too
crappy and exhausted to clean up. I just dropped myself into my bed on my
back to keep the sheets clean, and passed out.
I awoke later to the sensation of the mattress depressing to the
side of one hip with something large and solid covered in cotton material
moving to press into that hip.
Opening my eyes I found Chet there with a small soft smile on his
large features. One dinner plate sized hand of his moved to lie across my
forehead while the other shook a thermometer.
"You're pretty warm." The man's deep voice boomed louder than
necessary, but normal for him.
I opened my mouth groggily for the offered thermometer.
Chet leaned kind of across me to brace one big hand on the opposite
side of me and against the bare skin of my hip. He lifted the other in
front of him to study his watch while we waited the three minutes for my
temperature to register. I studied his big hand and hairy muscular
forearm.
Sleeve rolled up, his wrist looked as wide as my arm near my
shoulder. Muscle flared out and bulged widely farther up, and long thick
knobby fingers curved into a relaxed fist. Heavy silky dark hair ran in
long moving shapes down his arm and spilled over the stainless steel band
and watch. All that hair fascinated and excited me because everyone in our
family tended to be on the hairless side.
I did my best to hold back while staring enthralled at Chet's hairy
muscular arm, but lost the war when my traitorous sixteen year old dick
flexed and jerked over my young hairless balls rolling excitedly in their
tight sack. I knew it was coming on again immediately after the first
sturdy twitch, and even gritting my teeth couldn't stop it from happening a
second time back to back with the first.
I glanced up tentatively to find Chet's eyes, not on his watch, but
on my dick. That turned me on even more and I did nothing to hold back a
third lurching flex of my dick.
Afterward, Chet's eyes moved slowly up my body as if visually
assessing my naked torso until they reached my face. His eyes squinched up
in a double wink with a benign half-smile before straying back to his
watch.
I studied his face as he studied his watch, his eyes flicking back
down to my crotch where my prick was now near full mast quickly just before
coming back to my face.
Without a word, he reached and took the thermometer from my mouth.
"102." He said matter-of-factly. "Hungry?"
I just nodded, rather afraid of how my voice might sound with the
sexual heat rising up inside me.
"Well, your mom," Chet lifted his long burly body from my bed,
letting the palm of his hand graze across my now thickened and firm prick
as it pulled from where it had been anchored on the other side of me, "left
a bunch'a canned chicken soups out in the kitchen. That work for ya?"
He towered over me from the side of my bed, hands on his hips and
face void of anything but the question just asked.
"Yeah," I swallowed deeply, "that sounds really good."
"Deal." Chet left the room and I pulled myself from my bed and onto
my feet. I mulled it over in my head for about one second, and then
followed him down the hallway without putting on shorts or underwear. I
kept my attitude tired and wrung out from the flu to silently explain my
choice without my more pointed intent becoming obvious.
I was about half hard and arching out at about forty-five degrees
over my balls when I reached the dining room chair and Chet turned holding
three cans to ask which I wanted.
His eyes took me in from head to toe with a look equal parts of
disapproval, approval, surprise, and amusement while I answered that the
one in the middle would be great.
Once the bowl was in front of me, I ate while Chet read the
newspaper Mom had left on the table that morning.
Afterward and feeling a tad worse for being out of bed, I rose at
Chet's urging and felt a hand that spanned the distance from my neck to my
shoulder fall there while he followed me back to my bedroom. Though my
dick had gone soft while eating, the contact of his big warm hand had my
prick swelling and rising in front of me once again in spite of the way I
was feeling. I loved his much greater size behind me, even though I
couldn't see it. At 5'4", sandy haired, blue-eyed, and with a smooth body
next to Chet's 6'8", dark-haired, dark-eyed, and broadly-muscled hairy
rugged form, I felt small, young, and held protectively even with just his
one big hand on my shoulder.
After being in the dining room amid the scent of chicken soup,
walking into my bedroom was like walking into a damp cloud that smelled
heavily of cum along with a breath of lingering teenage sweat.
The hand on my shoulder pressed me to a stop before reaching my
bed.
"Uhmmmm, maybe we should get you a shower before your mom gets
back." There was a hint of a chuckle in Chet's deep resonant voice.
He didn't close the door or leave when I stepped in and merely
leaned his tall wide frame against the door opening. He seemed to take up
the entire space with his large body and blocked any view past him as he
watched me silently.
"I'll be right here if you have any trouble."
I nodded and reluctantly closed the curtain on the view of the big
man resting tall and sexy in the doorway.
I showered quickly with quite a number of strokes on my prick to
bring it full and almost fully hard before turning off the water and
shoving the curtain aside for a towel.
Under Chet's watchful eyes and proudly displaying my engorged young
prick for him, I began drying off until weakness seemed to roll over me and
I had to sit down on the side of the tub while my prick deflated to a
nearly flaccid state.
"Shouldn't have taken such a hot shower," Chet eased himself from
the doorway and stepped closer to take the towel. He began to finish
drying me off as he continued on, "I could see all the steam comin' up from
inside there. With that fever, you should've taken a cool shower."
After hanging the towel over its bar, Chet rummaged through
cabinets and came back with a bottle of alcohol before leading me back to
bed.
Once I was settled, he explained how his mother had used an
alcohol-damp wash cloth on his skin for fever when he'd been younger.
Explaining that the wash cloth had always felt flinchingly cold against
him, Chet poured some in his hand...sloshed it around...and then, eased it
onto my chest with a big paw that spread it over my skin. It was still
cool, but not cold, and I soon learned his mother had been right as I began
cooling down.
Well, I began cooling down in one way while heating up in another.
Those big work-rough hands rubbing across my chest and nipples sent
jolts through my young body. Fingers sliding into my armpits and across
the insides of my upper arms left my breath coming and going faster.
Moving down to my legs, those large hands swept circles on the insides of
my thighs and long stocky fingers roved up and brushed the tight sack of my
balls over and over again. I would have been mortified by the time he told
me to roll over onto my stomach with realizing my prick was now standing at
full throbbing mast if I hadn't been so caught up in the thrill of feeling
the big older man's hands all over me.
Rolling over clumsily with a brittle rigid hard-on left it somehow
becoming shoved back down past my balls and pointing straight toward my
feet.
This time, Chet began applying the alcohol with one hand at my
shoulders and the other down at my ankles...slowly bringing them closer as
he worked.
Soon, one hand was at my lower back while the other was once again
grazing my balls repeatedly only this time also stroking a new-found
sensitive area between my balls and ass. The more those big rough hands
circled, the more those thick heavy fingers stroked, and the more the image
of Chet's big hairy muscular body filled my mind the more the heat rose
inside me until I began subtly grinding my prick into the sheets...the
sensitive head tingling and bloated.
Without adding more cooling alcohol, those wide warm hands began
skimming over the soft skin of my ass. First one thumb and then the other
began slipping inside and teasing my tight young hole as each hand circled
sensually one after the other over each smooth supple mound of hairless
flesh. Stars shot past my eyes and a deep silent gulp of air rushed into
my chest to be held there while my prick let go and shot off between my
thighs and into the sheets. I did my very best to hold still and ride out
everything exploding inside and outside of me without a sound or movement
to give me away even when a wide thumb pressed and slipped into my hole
momentarily.
As my load began to lessen, my eyes fluttered open and I saw
through a hazy film Chet's body and head positioned toward my feet where he
could have easily seen my prick unloading my teenage load if he'd been
paying attention.
It didn't seem to the case, though, as he then stood up with a
quick light smack to my butt and a brief comment about me getting back to
sleep before he strode out of the room.
Again, after cumming, the feelings of being sick and worn out
returned. I waited for the sound of the back door closing to get a wet
wash cloth from the bathroom. I cleaned up the big mess I'd left on the
sheets and then washed out the cloth before dropping it in the hamper and
returning to my bed.
I did my best to stay awake, excited even through the exhaustion
and achiness of the flu for Chet's next stop in to check on me. After a
while, though, I drifted off in spite of my intentions and slept right
through his next visitation.
Around 4:00, I awoke on my stomach holding my pillow in both arms
under my head and one leg crooked out to the side of me.
Something drew my eyes across the room to find Chet slouched back
in my desk chair smiling quietly over at me with big legs splayed out wide
across the floor in front of him and a huge mound in the crotch of his
overalls.
Immediately upon seeing me wake, Chet pulled himself out of the
chair. Taking a couple steps toward me, he stopped to stretch and yawn
with the crotch of his coveralls straining vulgarly out in front of him.
The steps toward my bed and stretch caused something to shift under the
light blue cotton, and suddenly something wide, thick, long, and hard
pushed a curved outline of huge solid male meat coiled like a tense boa
constrictor ready to strike to one side of the zipper running from the
crotch to high on his chest.
"More soup, lil' guy?" He asked when finished.
"Yeah, I guess I am hungry again." I swung my legs over the side
of the bed unable to take my eyes from Chet's rounded slab of thinly veiled
straining adult cock.
Again, I followed him into the dining room where he continued on
into the kitchen. Again, my prick rose to arch out in front of me over the
sight of Chet's huge meat disrupting the smooth flow of his coveralls.
After taking a seat and him heating another can without asking
which I'd prefer, I watched with enthralled eyes as Chet walked toward me
with the massive curved outline of his wide cock shifting left and right
beside his zipper. It seemed it hadn't deflated in the slightest since
he'd first stood up from the desk chair in my bedroom.
"Should drink somethin.'" His deep voice was loud and serious.
"Just water." I answered.
He brought it back and reached past me to set it on my left even
though I'm right-handed, pressing a hard column of solidly thick male meat
into my shoulder. It hit me that Chet was left-handed. So, that would
explain why he'd put the glass there. Maybe having to reach across me
might also explain the pressing of his cock against my shoulder. I didn't
know. I felt confused. I was also excited by everything that had gone on
today, but still confused as well over whether anything had been
intentional or not.
After I'd finished and gone back to bed while he left that day,
nothing else ever happened. Things were different in another way, though,
after that. He talked to me more often and for longer times. He looked
and smiled at me more. He also began laying a hand on my shoulder, arm, or
thigh with a squeeze... all things he had never done in the past. But,
nothing similar to what happened that day ever happened again over the
following sixteen years and I came to feel I'd read much more into that day
than what had really happened.
Driving and only twenty minutes now from my parents' house, I came
out of my daydreaming memories to find my prick hard inside my briefs and a
nice sized wet spot in my soft gym shorts. Struggling with the steering
wheel and the speed on cruise control, I worked both off and pulled my
shorts back up while tossing my briefs onto the passenger seat beside me.
I couldn't help noticing that the sticky stain of wet precum on my briefs
was four times the size of the one on my gym shorts. I hoped they would
have time to dry before I arrived.
They were in pretty good shape by the time I arrived at the gate
that sat side by side with the one leading to Chet's house. I opened the
gate, drove through, closed it, and then continued on the quarter-mile
drive to the house.
I parked next to a pallet holding the ten fifty-pound sacks of
horse feed I was to put away and got out to the sound of Chet's voice
booming across the two yards from next door. Long energetic strides
carried his towering lumbering broad frame toward me with surprising speed.
"Well, ya made it safe n' sound! Good t' see ya, lil' man!" He
shook my hand vigorously with my hand all but completely disappearing
inside the man's huge muscular paw. Eyes dancing and sparkling with fond
excitement , he asked, "What's this, though?"
He put his finger in the center of my chest.
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion as I looked down only to
have him stroke a long heavy finger up from my chest and across my neck,
chin, nose, and forehead.
"Got'cha!" He laughed, still quick with the lame jokes. "Hey, you
need any help with your bags or anything?"
He leaned in the window and saw the two duffle bags in the back
seat.
"Naw, I got it, Chet. Thanks, though."
"Well, come on over when you're through." He rose up to his full
height with a huge smile on his face. Through puberty, I'd gone from 5'4"
to 5'8". But, the big man still towered over me by an entire foot.
He went on, "I gotta get the last of the work done on an outdoor
shower project, but it won't take me long at all."
"Will do, lookin' forward to it." I responded, honestly.
"See ya in a bit, then!" With that he was off, and I felt back at
sixteen again.
He'd changed some over the last few years. Bright grey flecked
here and there in his eyebrows and at his temples. His hair was longer,
rather wavy and silky, and fell a bit onto his wide forehead. Always clean
shaven before, dark stubble coated his jaw and a wide thick mustache
covered his upper lip completely. The wide width and thick dark border of
that mustache emphasized the mile-wide brilliant white smile underneath.
I'd never thought of him as really handsome before, but that thick heavy
mustache and longer more relaxed haircut emphasized the heavy eyebrows and
dark eyes along with the strong cut of his wide jaw and broad masculine
forehead.
I opened the back door and leaned in for my bags only to have my
eyes fall on the briefs I'd tossed back there earlier between them.
Sunlight streamed in through the window and turned the milky drool staining
the inside-out briefs into shimmering globs that left no question as to
what they were.
I balled them up furiously and shoved them into a duffel bag before
carrying both into the house. Settled in quickly, I came back out and
began the arduous task of hauling all the sacks of horse feed out the barn
while the hot sun beat down mercilessly.
All done, I came walking back and nearing the house when Chet
hollered for me to come over through the bushes and trees separating the
yards. There was an open space large enough for a person to fit through
that had been there since I was little. I made my way over feeling my
shorts and t-shirt clinging to me drenched in sweat.
Coming through the opening, I came to a surprised stop, "Wow!"
Chet was standing in the middle of a patio that was now four times
its original size and covered with a roof. There was a nice conversation
area with cushioned chairs and a couch whose frames were all rough-hewn
wood. There was a picnic table of the same framing as the couch and chairs
with its benches cushioned similarly to those of the chairs and couch.
Chet stood in the middle of it all with nothing on but a snowy white towel
that set off all the dark hair lying thick against his body. His hair was
wet and drops of water still clung to the tall man's shoulders.
"Oh! You haven't been back since I did all this. Just got it all
done a month ago, `cept for the shower I jus' finished t'day. Hey, come
take a look!"
"Love to." I managed to get out sounding eager while I was actually
rather dumbfounded at just getting over the surprise of all the work he'd
done on the patio only to have my focus switch to the startling sight of
Chet's tall muscular and hairy body clad in only a towel.
I walked over as he energetically explained running all the water
lines. Once there and towering over me, he pointed out the tile floor to
the shower that was mostly tan with concentric square borders of much
smaller deep aqua and turquoise glass tiles inset into the design.
"Here, reach down and feel it." He offered proudly.
I did and found the tan tiles feeling gritty and sandy while the
glass tiles were smooth. I looked up at him quizzically.
"I had a custom glaze done on the brown tiles that has sand in it
so they don't get slippery and cause any accidents. I had the blue ones
done the same way, but they ended up looking dirty. So, I replaced them
with regular smooth glass tiles. I also took out the plain showerhead I'd
originally gotten," He pointed upward to a big twelve-by-twelve square
chrome showerhead that looked like it had a hundred places for the water to
stream down. "n' got this `rain effect' showerhead. Figured why not go all
the way."
He continued pointing now at small shelves built into the side of
the house as if they'd always been there.
"I just finished puttin' those in just now, for soap, shampoo, and
anything else that might come in handy. Was prob'ly the most work right
there...takin' part of the wall out, refitting it, and then puttin' it all
back up." The shelves where all empty, but I could see that they would be
great for the reasons he'd put them in.
"Hey!" He turned to look at me as if an idea had just dawned on
him. "Shuck your clothes, step in, n' cool off. I'll go grab you a beer n'
a towel."
Before I could refuse, if my mind would have even decided to go
that route, he was gone through the patio door into the house. His tall
brawny frame usually lumbered around so heavily, it was a surprise to see
him go through the door so quickly.
Left with no choice other than making pathetic excuses or being
impolite, I stripped off my clothes and wandered onto the tile feeling
terribly exposed with no sides enclosing the area. Turning on the water
and getting it a nice tepid temperature, I found the waterfall effect of
the showerhead both relaxing and rather sensual. The tension of feeling
completely exposed turned to a more warm sense of having the opportunity to
put myself on display. Suddenly, the attraction to the big man I seemed to
have held onto all these years was flaring up strong and undeniable.
Standing naked under the shower, I almost felt like I had so long ago when
I'd known he'd be coming over t' check on me while I was sick and my mom
was away.
I worked out regularly at the small gym inside our office building
and drove away from the city every chance I had to go hiking. While
nothing impressive, I had a firm toned physique that had a decent enough
tan from spending time outdoors in just shorts. Since sixteen, I'd gained
four inches in height but only one in the length of my prick. Still, it
was what seemed a bit thicker than average with a plump head that almost
evenly met the girth of my shaft. I still only had a small tuft of dark
blond hair around the root of my prick and under my armpits, while a downy
line of it grew up the center of my stomach and disappeared well before my
chest.
At thirty-two now, people referred to me as boyishly handsome
saying I was one of those men that would likely have that quality no matter
how old I grew. I liked that, but I would have much more preferred deeply
rugged features like Chet. Still, dark golden blond hair parted on the
side and fell of its own will into my eyes...eyes that were small and
squinty and a very light shade of green. They were often referred to as
bedroom eyes which I assumed meant sleepy looking. I did have nice widely
placed eyebrows that curved downward from their centers in an almost
puppy-dog type fashion, rather wide high cheekbones, and a purely average
jaw. I guessed it all came together well enough.
All this was running through my head along with how Chet would see
me standing under the falling water of the shower. I was running my hands
slowly over my body, lifting my arms for the water to stream down my
armpits, and reaching down to lift and separate my prick and balls for a
thorough rinsing there as well when Chet's voice, sounding almost as if it
were in my ear, startled me out of my wandering thoughts.
"I brought soap for ya." He handed it to me, standing so close he
was almost in the cascading down from the showerhead. "Towel, too. But, I
don't have anything up yet t' hold it. Here's your beer...Corona...your
mom said that was what ya liked. You can set that on one of the lil' empty
shelves n' I'll hold on to your towel `til your ready for it."
I thanked him before he turned to walk away. I was a bit stunned
by the comment about the beer. It didn't seem like that would come up in
any conversation with my parents if Chet hadn't just come right out and
asked. Something about that left an unexplained excitement and odd feeling
of somehow being special sneaking through me, making my prick more full and
heavy. I took a drink and set the beer on one of the little shelves before
beginning to soap up under the falling water.
Confusingly, I was both nervous and hopeful that Chet's eyes were
on me as I ran the soap openly over my body while also being afraid of what
it might mean if they weren't. Standing there, I realized I didn't make
sense even to myself, though that stopped none of the excitement of being
naked once more in front of the tall handsome older man.
I couldn't help my prick rising fuller and harder, especially when
I reached down to slide the bar of soap over and around it...over my
medium-sized hairless balls...and then back to glide up and down inside the
cleft of my ass. Through it all, I gritted my teeth against the rising
excitement that Chet might be watching me while I pretended to be unaware
of the possibility...willing my prick with all my inner strength not to
rise up to a full raging hard-on. Feeling like I'd pushed myself as far as
I could go without that happening, I rinsed down and turned off the water.
Chet had moved to the center of the patio and appeared to be
staring into the distance with a glass in his hand. I had to wonder if
he'd just turned his head in that direction, or had been looking away the
whole time I'd been showering.
The sound of the water shutting off brought him over with my towel
and a smile creeping onto his face.
"Nice, isn't it. You seemed t' really enjoy that rain effect,
huh." There was just the littlest hint of mischief in his overly-loud
aggressive voice and the questioning statement that left me thinking he
hadn't been staring off into the backyard that whole time.
"Yeah. Wow. That really is nice. Kind'a made me forget about
everything and just relax. How much was it? If it's okay t' ask." I
tried t' cover my exhibitionist actions as best I could to seem innocent of
any purposeful intent while I quickly finished drying off.
I just still didn't know! I didn't know how to read him or
anything that was going on. Was he just being nice and unaware of his
effect on me? Or, was he intentionally sending signals he wanted me to
see? I felt so very confused.
But, then, I was even confused about my own intent! What did I
want here?! What did I expect? Was I ready for any of this? Was I ready
to try something openly with another man? And, not just any man. Was I
ready to try something sexual with another man that I'd known my whole
life...a man that had been a friend and neighbor of my parents all that
time as well as nearly twenty years older? What if I was misreading him,
and I put myself out there only to be rebuffed? No, I didn't think he'd be
harsh or mean to me. But, I still didn't want to suffer the crushing
embarrassment of making any type of attempt that might leave him
uncomfortable and disapproving of me.
Suddenly, I felt supremely nervous and fidgety. I wrapped the
towel around my waist tightly and reached for my beer. When I turned, it
seemed clear he'd noticed me go from completely relaxed to uptight and
tense.
"Here..." He turned and walked over the picnic table before turning
back to me, his voice dropping to an average pitch. "Lie down, it's still
hot as hell out here."
He took a few steps over to the table in the conversation area
while I stood paralyzed by nerves.
He picked up a bottle of alcohol. Memories came flooding back for
the second time today.
"Come on now, son. Ya know from when ya had the flu this works
great t' cool down, get on over here." Chet's voice quieted further,
garnering a soothing feel to it.
I didn't want to. Everything inside me screamed for me to come up
with some excuse. I looked around for my clothes. They were gone.
"Threw your clothes in the washer, no point in takin' a shower n'
gettin' all cleaned up only t' put on dirty sweaty clothes again. Come on
over n' take a load off." There was now a warm convincing tone to his deep
voice.
My mouth was so dry I couldn't speak. My body was so wracked with
sudden anxiety, I couldn't even raise my arm to bring my beer to my lips.
I found myself walking toward Chet and setting my beer on the table.
"On your back t' start out." His voice got louder again, though
not nearly as loud as usual.
I did as I was told and closed my eyes as if that action would
somehow shield me from anything that might happen next. I heard a metal
chair being unfolded and set next to me, and then felt the closeness of his
body to mine when he sat down.
Big hands, cool with the alcohol, slid over my chest. It was just
like when I'd had the flu, only now those rough hands avoided the area
where my nipples sat.
The soothing motions quieted the nervousness inside me and I began
to relax. My hands relaxed down from where they'd been clasped over my
stomach, coming to rest at my waist where the towel lay knotted tightly.
With my crotch fully covered, I relaxed further into Chet's gentle hands
while my prick began reacting again to the large man's touch.
The sandpapery feel of his palms and fingers began straying across
my chest, my nipples hardening while my prick jerked in response. It
seemed now that Chet's thick calloused thumbs were repeatedly stroking
across the sensitive nubs on every pass of his big hard hands.
One hand left my chest and one swift deft move flicked my towel
open to fall on either side of the bench while my prick lurched up into the
air and then fell lengthwise across my hip.
I felt Chet rise and the chair being moved farther down the bench.
Soon, those meaty hands were stroking cool alcohol across my lower legs and
moving slowly upward.
Reaching my smooth thighs, those hands began their circling motion
again...blunt fingertips lightly brushing my balls from time to time.
Chet was now concentrating high on my thighs. His fingers not only
brushed my balls where they lay against my leg, those rough fingers stroked
up the center of them and feathered across their width. At times the hand
on the side of my hips opposite him captured the head of my prick under
Chet's wrist, rolling and massaging it as his hands roved repeated over the
sides of my body there.
I was about to explode inside in both confusion and frustration. I
wanted to either leap up and run away, or turn and demand he tell me just
what was going on here.
Chet's hands abruptly left my body and I heard his deep voice order
me to roll over before I could do either.
Shaky with all the turmoil warring inside me, I managed to turn
over without falling off the bench.
The chair was slid back up to my shoulders. I folded my hands
under my head and rested my chin on them. One of Chet's hands pulled the
arm near him from under my chin to hang down and rest on the cement floor
while his other hand tilted my head toward him. Then, he pulled the other
arm from under my head and let it fall to the floor. I opened my eyes for
what I intended to be a brief moment, but then found I couldn't tear them
away from what I saw only inches from my face directly in front of me.
Big muscular thighs coated in silky dark hair sat spread wide with
the towel at Chet's waist falling on either side and completely open in the
center. Balls in an equally hairy sack and almost the size of lemons lay
heavily on the seat below. And, jutting out from the middle of it all was
the hugest cock I'd ever seen.
I couldn't begin to tell its actual length from my vantage point,
but it was clear this was a massive slab of hard male meat staring me in
the face. It was also uncut, different from mine. That difference was
fascinating and incredibly sexy for me. The heavy shaft looked barely less
thick than my forearm and three bulging veins wandered erratically up its
sturdy length. Though the weighty skin covering the hard gristle
underneath continued all the way to the tip of Chet's bloated cockhead, the
outline of the mighty flesh stood out hypnotically. It was clearly even
wider than the hulking girth of the shaft behind it, much wider. From
under its heavy shroud of pale skin, it was easy to see the underneath had
to be about two inches from the tip back to the ridge behind while the top
sloped powerfully back around three and a half inches before it met the
ridge joining it to Chet's ponderous shaft. The head of it was huge, and
there was still eight or nine inches behind it. Looking closely now, it
seemed Chet's cock had to be easily eleven or twelve inches in length and
around three-quarters of that in girth! His cock was humongous! And, it
was rock hard and staring me right in the face.
I could sense Chet's hands doing something above me out of my range
of sight. His huge cock lurched and swayed in front of me. Cool alcohol
spread across my back. Big strong hands came down upon my skin. Chet
inched forward in his chair. The heavily-hooded mighty flaring head of his
cock came close enough for me to deeply inhale its stale musky and severely
male scent. Hands roved roughly and firmly across my back. Chet inched
forward in his chair again. The huge head of his cock cloaked in thick
foreskin nudged my nose and pressed against my lips. There was no
mistaking his intent this time. I opened my mouth not realizing what my
dry lips would cause when they seemed to grab the big older man's ample
foreskin and the huge slick head slid from underneath to invade and fill my
mouth bared and unsheathed.
In that moment, I felt my mind slip away as I felt myself falling
in space over the feel of Chet's huge heavy meat stuffed tightly inside my
mouth. One big dinner plate hand continued circling across my back while
the other came to caress and stroke the back of my head. Under the
reassuring feel of the tall burly man's hands, my tongue began swiping,
swirling, and lapping at the firm flesh lodged inside my stretched jaws.
I felt his body shudder through the hands on my head and back. I
opened my eyes to see those two huge hairy balls rolling alternately in
their slack sack and Chet's thighs wedge themselves farther apart.
He lifted up in his chair and the hand at my back reached across
the table without dislodging Chet's massive cock from my mouth.
Warm wetness slid into the cleft of my ass followed by thick heavy
fingers as Chet settled back into his chair. I groaned on the bloated
massive cockhead in mouth and rolled my hips wantonly when those incredible
wide fingers began stroking my heated hole repeatedly back and forth.
I no longer cared about what he wanted, what I wanted, what he
might think of me, or what would happen next. I was now careening down
slippery slope of the unknown with both my mind and body melting from the
wild feelings Chet's huge cock and probing thick fingers were eliciting
from my mouth and asshole.
A wide rough finger slipped inside me, followed by another forcing
my hole to open for it. A wave of dense heat spread over and through me as
if I'd been lowered into a steaming bath. Yes, it was uncomfortable...yet
there was also something incredibly fulfilling and right about it.
The fingers neither stroked nor moved, they simply stayed there
filling and widening my adjusting hole. I thrilled in the pressure of
it...thrilled in the feel of being stretched and filled inside.
Wanting to give him more in grateful return for the unimaginable
feelings flooding my receptive body, I pushed up on my arms and lifted my
head from the bench cushion. Though I had never given one before, I'd had
blowjobs more than enought times to know what to do. Twisting and swirling
my tongue and my mouth, I moved my face on and off the huge hard meat in
front of me. Suddenly, something thick and salty gushed inside my mouth.
Thinking he was cumming, I gulped and attacked Chet's huge throbbing cock
for more.
Using the moment, Chet forced a third finger inside my ass. Cold
rolled through me at the sudden sting of the sensitive skin there and the
dull ache radiating outward from the tight ring of muscle suddenly shoved
wider. Still, the feeling of him opening me up left cold moving into heat
and discomfort turning into deep pleasure that was as emotional as it was
physical.
Having stilled my actions on Chet's thick cumbersome cock
momentarily, I began suctioning and twisting my mouth from side to side
around it and diving on and off what I could fit inside once more.
The fingers in my ass began easing in deeper, pushing my limit
further and further at the same time as another gush of precum poured
across my tongue. My legs fell to the side of the bench and dropped to the
floor underneath, arching my lower back and pitching my ass up higher into
the air. The thick fingers inside me pushed deeper one more time and then
began an agonizing exit from my distended hole.
I clamped my mouth down and sucked furiously on the huge filling
head and what of the wide shaft I could reach in groaning protest against
the empty feeling now taking over my relaxing hole.
One more flood of precum poured into my mouth before Chet pulled
his lengthy and massively thick cock from my hungry mouth.
In two seconds, he was behind me straddling the bench and settling
the mammoth head of his huge rigid male meat against my vacated hole.
He pushed forward and I reached my hands for the bench to push
myself up into a sharp arch of my back with my head snapping back as the
humongous fat sloping head breached my hole to slide inside. I could feel
my hole opening up over the smooth blood engorged shape as it pushed
inside. I could feel the flesh gliding through the tight opening and then
shoving my ass-ring wider as the last of the head forced inside and my
virgin hole closed behind it over the hard throbbing massive shaft of
Chet's impossibly huge cock.
Having already opened up my thirty-two year old virgin ass with his
thick strong fingers, Chet thrust deep into me as a ragged gasp dove into
my chest. Lights flashed in front of my eyes and my head dropped forward
lax and lifeless at the driving force and sudden stop when he hit something
inside me that resisted him pressing further.
He wasn't done, though, and kept pressing while he shifted his hips
from side to side determinedly.
I felt something deep inside me stretching and widening under
Chet's powerful pressure. Big strong hands clamped down on my hips and
rotated them left and right opposite his own movements. I felt the
acceptance inside me building and that second entrance to deeper into my
body unfurling under the demanding movements of Chet's massive cockhead and
baseball bat shaft.
Suddenly, he burst through and lunged deep into my guts...huge
balls slamming against mine and the thick hair of his crotch grinding into
the soft skin of my ass-cheeks.
My arms jerked my head and chest back down onto the cushioned bench
in protective response to the sudden massive impalement on Chet's long
brawny cock.
He pulled back out and thrust back balls deep inside.
"OH GOD!" I couldn't stop the words from spilling from my mouth.
Back out, he hauled what felt like a mile-long tractor-trailer cock
from within me before shoving back into the hilt again.
"OH GOD, CHET!" I cried, my voice rising with the life-changing
thrust of barreling huge mature male meat charging back up into the core of
my body.
He ripped his massive cock from deep within me again, and reached
both hands underneath me to lock each on a separate nipple before thrusting
in again and again in rapid succession.
"CHET! CHET! OH FUCK, CHET! PLEEEEEEEEEASE...!!!" I began
shoving and grinding my ass back against him to meet his hard-pounding
thrusts like a wild animal now almost out of my mind with the crazy things
Chet's hard thick brutal cock was doing to my insides shoving relentlessly
in and out...the hands pulling and twisting at my nipples only increased
the frenzied fury whipping through my body.
His hands left my chest and slammed back into my hips, digging his
fingers into the soft pliant flesh.
He rose up behind me, carrying me with him up into the air as I
lifted myself onto braced arms and hooked my ankles behind his knees for
support.
Suspended in the air in front of him risen to his full height, Chet
began shoving me on and off his absurdly huge cock at the same time as he
began violently ramming in and out of me.
It was more than I could stand and I began yelling behind clenched
teeth at the same time as my quaking prick, slapping down and up against my
stomach, began shooting off load after load of cum all over the towel,
bench, and patio floor below me...my hole clamping down on the huge
pistoning meat like two fists holding on for dear life.
Chet roared from behind me and began pile-driving into me so hard
his balls crashed into mine, his hips bruised my ass-cheeks, and the teeth
in my mouth slammed against each other on each spine-compacting drive into
my spasming body.
His enormously hard long and fat bull-meat swelled even wider and
strained my already thinly stretched hole ferociously as jet after jet of
thick white-hot cum erupted inside me to blast and scald the glove of my
ass gripping his thrusting cock madly.
Over and over he shoved me on and off that massive spewing brute
between his legs until my own cum sputtered to a drool and his overflowed
from my fiercely-fucked sloppy hole to stream down my balls and onto the
towel below.
Even after I could feel that Chet's thick foot-long cock was no
longer blasting cum deep within my bowels, he still kept thrusting me on
and off him while his heavy meat strained still hard and steely as if to
coax one last bucket of cum from his huge balls into my belly.
My arms were about to give out and my whole body was trembling when
Chet finally bent his tree-trunk hairy legs to lower us both back down upon
the bench.
I landed softly in streams of both our hot wet cum. It felt sexy,
sweet, and somehow reassuring. It kept my mind from wandering off to
places of fear and insecurity right after something that had been so mind
shattering and life altering.
"You okay?" A deep voice came quietly from above me as a long
hairy muscular body came down to gently and completely cover and lie over
mine.
I turned my head to the side for a breathless and clipped, "Yeah."
"I've got schnitzel ready for the pan, hot potato salad on the
stove, and green beans with bacon and chopped onion set up for dinner."
That warm rich voice and damp breath swirled into my ear from mustached
lips less than an inch away.
I twisted underneath him to turn onto my back with shock and
confusion etched across my face.
Chet lifted up from me and rose slightly on his legs while folding
mine to roll me onto my back without dislodging his thick cock from deep
inside me. I groaned with the twisting sensation of his wide girth turning
against my tight sensitive hole and sucked in a quick breath when he
settled me back down the four of five inches that had escaped to lodge me
firmly back onto the thick base of his heavy cock.
Questioning eyes searched his once my body settled back down on the
feeling of having his huge hard meat stuffed completely inside me.
He gave me a simple shrug of one shoulder, "Waited a long time for
this. If I've read you right all this time, you have, too. And, I for one
ain't ready for it t' be over."
***
I only made the three and a half hour drive back home to pack up
the things I wanted to bring back with me.
I moved in immediately, both of us figuring we knew each other well
enough after all those years to decide easily this was what we both wanted.
The reasoning we gave my parents was that Chet lived close to them,
had a guest room, and I could get into another company that was in the
area. Once I did get in with a company nearby, we claimed continuing to
live with Chet helped both of us financially and left me close to Dad and
Mom without having to actually live with them.
It seemed the explanation worked well and was accepted without
question until four years later when my dad came to the glass patio door
one night while Chet and I were naked inside kissing and groping each other
passionately during an unscheduled pause in making dinner together.
We both stood in shock when we noticed him standing there, and then
grabbed kitchen towels to hastily cover ourselves as I went to let him in.
"Dad..." I began only to be interrupted.
"Just hold on a minute, I've got somethin' t' say about all this."
Dad shot a look at both me and Chet. "Now your mom and I have known about
this for quite a while. Ya get kind'a smart about these things as ya get
older. Our only problem with it is that we'd like t' have Thanksgiving n'
Christmas together as family, not as family and neighbor. Would there be
any kind of a problem with that for either of you two?"
Stunned, Chet and I looked at each other with wide eyes before
turning back to Dad and silently shaking our head 'no' in unison from side
to side.
"Now that that's settled, I'm over here for a couple eggs if you've
got `em. Your mom gotta notion t' bake a cake, but she only has one n'
needs three." Dad added as if nothing had happened.
"Uh, sure." Chet stuttered and moved to get two from the fridge.
After Chet handed him the eggs, Dad wished us a good night and was
halfway out the door before he turned and came back inside.
"And, by the way, you two ain't all that quiet when you get all
riled up t'gether, if you know what I mean. We've known pretty much from
the beginning. So, there's not much need for anybody t' feel
uncomfortable. And, Chet..." Dad reached out his hand in handshake
fashion, "welcome t' the family, buddy."
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