Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 18:10:55 -0800
From: John Nunya <auld_fart@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Papi - We Meet

Part One of the Big Papi Stories

DISCLAIMER:

Gay, underage, oral, anal

This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic scenes of sex between
a consenting underage boy and an adult male. If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Author's Note:

I wrote this story and hold all rights to it. If you like it, please share
it or send me an email at auld_fart at yahoo dot com. Please don't repost
this story or publish it elsewhere without my explicit (heh) permission.

Copyright 2014 Auld Fart, All rights reserved.

I met Big Papi when I was 14 and horny. But then, that last part is
redundant; at 14 I was always horny. I'd jerk off in the shower in the
morning and in the bathroom after lunch and just before I went to
sleep. And I'd jerk off in a park bathroom on the way home from school
every day. I got a special thrill from looking at the graffiti on the
walls, wondering if I'd meet any of the men who wrote their names and
numbers on the door. And I enjoyed putting my dick through the glory hole,
feeling the cool air on my exposed cock and fantasizing about who might
grab it and start sucking. Usually, just the thought of it was enough to
get me hard and I never lasted very long when I started pulling my cock in
the park bathroom. But that one day it lasted long enough to start my first
great love affair.

The day that I met Big Papi was like any other. I'd gone to school where I
studiously ignored the teachers in favor of texting under the table and had
stopped off at the park bathroom for a quick jerk. As usual, the bathroom
was empty (honestly, I'd probably have run out if there had been anyone
else in it). I was in the second stall, which was the farthest from the
door, and had pulled my shirt up and my pants down while I jerked away. My
eyes were closed and I was deep into my favorite fantasy (exchanging blow
jobs with the school's quarterback, Timmy Johnson) when I suddenly heard a
deep voice say "What do we have here?"

Shocked, I opened my eyes and saw that I'd forgotten to lock the stall door
which had quietly swung open on me, exposing me to anyone who might walk
in. And who had walked in was a man who stood looking at my exposed body
with something like amusement. Even in my shock, the solid muscle that
packed his six foot two frame and the large bulge in his jeans made me just
a little harder.

I quit jerking and tried to cover myself with my hands, but he was having
none of it. He strode into the stall and shot the lock home. As I heard it
click, my brain went "Oh, shit!" and my cock started to droop. I backed
into the corner to get as far away from him as possible, but he was having
none of it.

"You came in here for a reason, boy," the man's voice growled at me. "Let's
see what it was."

He reached out for me and casually moved my hands out of the way so that my
cock was in plain view.

"Not bad for a little boy," he said. "Let's see what else you got."

With quiet efficiency, he pulled my T-shirt completely off. As he rubbed my
chest with his rough hands, I started to protest but he put one big hand
over my mouth and said "Rule number one: You talk when I tell you to."

He then sat on the toilet and lifted up my feet to pull off my shoes and
socks. Next he lifted me onto his lap and pulled my pants and underwear
completely off in one quick motion.

"Rule two: You wear clothes only if I say you can."

He then ran his hands idly over my ass and legs for a few moments, pulling
my cheeks apart to rub his thumb over my hole and tickling the sparse hairs
on my calves. When he was done with the inspection, I was harder and more
scared than ever. He smiled at me and then put me on my feet in the corner.

"Do you want to have sex?" He asked. At my nod, he smiled. "Then come
closer. Today is your day."

His big arms reached for me and pulled me closer. As he gathered me into
his arms, I felt the heat of his body and smelled his deeply masculine musk
and something in me relaxed. I knew that I was safe. While I relaxed, he
ran his face up and down my chest, tickling me with his stubbled chin as he
gently licked my nipples.

"That feels good!" I said.

"I told you that you only speak when I ask you to!" he said. He quickly
pulled me face-down onto his lap and slapped my ass with his hand five
times, quick as lightning. The combination of the sudden pain from the
spanking and the rubbing of my cock against his jeans was intensely erotic
and almost sent me over the edge. Looking in my eyes, he saw that I was
close and stood me back up. Putting one hand over my mouth, he pulled me
toward him with the other. His mouth formed a warm circle as it glided down
my belly to my cock. With a sudden motion, he swallowed my cock to the hilt
and started to suck.

My moans of pleasure were stifled by his hand as he continued to suck on my
cock, his head making small movements back and forth. Every few seconds
he'd stop and lick the inside of my thighs or take my small balls into his
mouth for a moment. After what seemed like an eternity (but was probably
more like five minutes), he said "Give it to me. Give your cum to Big
Papi!" and started to suck harder than ever on my cock.

I couldn't hold it in any longer and shot the hardest load of cum I'd ever
done into his hot, waiting mouth. As I came, he held me up with one hand
against the intensity of my orgasm which threatened to leave my pooled on
the floor like so many of my loads. When it was finally over, he stood
up. Towering over me with the smell of his manhood filling the air, he
said, "Come back tomorrow if you want to be my boy."

And with that, he unlocked the stall and walked out, leaving me naked and
hungry for more.