Date: Fri, 22 May 2015 08:14:19 +0200
From: patrickbuckley55@gmail.com
Subject: Caretaker Bill

Caretaker Bill

Chapter One:

When I was thirteen years old my mother and I moved to an apartment block
that was very conveniently located close to my mom's work. She worked six
days a week at a shopping center as the manageress of a clothing store. My
parents had gotten divorced years before, and I saw very little of my dad
who lived quite far away. It was a very quiet apartment complex, and there
were only two other kids in the block. They were two little girls of four
and six years old, and I therefore never bothered to befriend them. In the
corner unit on the ground floor the caretaker, Mr. Rogers lived. He always
insisted on being referred to by his first name, Bill.

Bill was a big man. Not all that tall, being just short of six foot. He was
however substantially overweight and must have weighed around two hundred
and fifty pounds. He was quite gross and would never have won a hygiene
contest. His unctuous fat head and face sported a full beard. The hair on
his head was arranged in a dreadful comb-over. He had large ears, a thick
nose, and fat lips. His lips always seemed partially hidden by an unkempt
stained mustache. His mustache surrounded prominent nicotine-stained
teeth. His porcine eyes were topped with very bushy eyebrows.

Bill was hairy. This was evident from the buttons on his shirts that
strained over his gut, revealing tufts of hair all the way down to his
trousers. Bill's hands were very large and coarse with the telltale signs
of him being a heavy smoker. His nails were ultrashort, and it was clear
that he was nail-biter. Bill always had two large damp patches under his
arms. On occasion I also saw a damp patch running down the back seat of his
trousers.

Having said all that, he was a very pleasant person and a marvelous
handyman. He was always prepared assist all the tenants with any problem
they may encounter. When mom and I moved in, Bill came around to introduce
himself and welcome us to the complex.

Although I did not notice at the time, in retrospect Bill became gradually
friendlier with me over the following six weeks. He would always engage me
in conversation as I played in the small garden in front of the complex. He
also started placing his hand on my shoulder as he spoke to me, and would
often ruffle my hair as we shared a joke. Once or twice he even invited me
into his place for a cold drink which I naturally accepted. His home was
very basic. Despite the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and male sweat, it
was fairly neat.

On one occasion when he invited me for coffee, I noticed a porn magazine
lying on the coffee table. Having just crossed the magical threshold to
puberty, I unsurprisingly quickly paged through as he made our coffee in
the kitchen. The pictures were extremely graphic and I immediately popped a
huge boner. When he returned with the coffee he laughed when he saw my
flustered expression, and apologized for leaving the magazine where he
had. I assured him that it was no problem at all. He swore me to secrecy
admitting that he had an entire collection of these magazines. We agreed
that this would be our little secret, with a promise that I could visit and
page through these magazines at any time I chose.

As he sat on the sofa next to me, he gently caressed my shoulder during our
discussion. As I was leaving he accompanied me to the door. Placing his
hands on the sides of my head he reaffirmed our agreement. I nodded before
he bent down and kissed the top of my head, telling me what a good boy I
was.

The following day I received my next invitation. As I sat down on the sofa
there were a pile of magazines awaiting my perusal. Being a hot day we had
cold drinks instead of coffee. Bill again sat next to me on the sofa. As I
paged through the magazines he asked me if I wanked frequently, and I
acknowledged that I did so at least twice a day. He told me that he did so
a lot more frequently than that, and was virtually always randy. He asked
if I felt like wanking right there and then. I felt a little uncomfortable,
and sensing my discomfort he said that he would wank with me if it made me
more comfortable. I hesitantly agreed. Bill walked to the front door and
locked it; "Just in case" as he put it.

Chapter Two:

As Bill returned he removed his t-shirt and encouraged me to do the same. I
shyly conformed to his request. As Bill began to remove his trousers I also
pushed the shorts I was wearing down. Bill placed his hand on my shoulder
and reassuringly told me that I had nothing to worry about. Bill's entire
body was covered in hair. Close as he was I could whiff his pungent odour
that seemed to envelop us. Next while pushing his underpants down, he told
me to follow suit.

His stiff cock was as thick as whisky bottle, and had a fat foreskin that
covered the entire head. It was dark and thick veins protruded ominously
over its entire surface. His dark balls were enormous and looked like a bag
holding two oranges. The entire ensemble was surrounded by a mass of hair.

Bill sat down on the sofa, and told me to stand in front of him as we began
masturbating. His hand scarcely fitted around his huge dick as we wanked
together. After several minutes as I was about to shoot, he told me to do
so all over him. I shot my pathetic load on Bill before he also started
cumming. As he came he squeezed his foreskin shut over the head of his
cock, and it looked like a volcano erupting tons of lava. The sperm spewed
out over his hands and onto his stomach. His mass of cum was thick and
lumpy.

He asked me if I had ever tasted my own cum, as he lifted his hand to his
mouth and licked lumps of jelly off his fingers. I answered that I had
never done so. He said that I should give it a go at some time. He then
asked me to retrieve a towel from the bathroom before cleaning himself
up. I had been dying to touch his huge member throughout our encounter, but
refrained from doing so. I did not to appear to be a "homo". Once done, we
dressed and I went on my way after my customary hair ruffling.

That night I did taste my own cum, and found it rather pleasant. Before
falling asleep I pondered what his impressive lava would taste like. I did
not see Bill the following afternoon. That night as I masturbated I thought
about his unbelievable cock, and hoped that we would have a repeat
performance soon. The following afternoon I was again out of luck, as he
had to attend to a plumbing problem that one of the tenants was having.

With the weekend upon us, I knew that I would not encounter Bill till
Monday. My wish was finally realized on Monday when I was invited to join
Bill for a cold drink. The door was summarily locked as we entered his home
on this occasion, and all the former protocol was dispensed with. We
speedily undressed and were soon naked with him seated, and me standing
before him. This time however Bill pulled me in much closer, and soon our
cocks were touching. He began playing with my penis, and I could see from
the horny encouragement in his eyes that he wanted me to feel his dick.

I placed both hands around his member and started tugging at the
monster. Being cut as I was, I was memorized by his foreskin. I began
pushing it down further and further to exposed more of his cock-head. With
one final yank the head burst out of its confinement. A strange pissy/fishy
smell assailed my nostrils. The cock-head was far larger than it had seemed
in its sleeve. It slimily glistened and was a dark purple colour. White
flecks were randomly scattered all over the head. Once out, the head would
not retract back into its sleeve and only did so later when Bill's cock
softened later.

He now took over from me, and began jerking his own cock as I pulled on
mine. When Bill ejaculated his sperm shot out like a sludge pump covering
us both in cum. Bill motioned me to my knees and scooping wads of cum,
alternated feeding the globs of nourishment to both of us. By now his cock
had softened enough for him to sheath his glans once more. When I returned
with the towel to mop up the remaining residue, he pulled me towards him. I
finally experienced my first ever grown-up kiss.

His fat tongue forced its way into my mouth, as he raided my oral
cavity. He held my head tightly in his hands while doing so. As we broke
apart there were strands of spittle still connecting us. He then pulled me
onto his lap as he resumed our oral wrestling. I was intoxicated by the
taste of nicotine flavored spit, and his pungent body odour. Bill had
become the most beautiful and exhilarating human I had ever met. Every
fibre of my being knew that I would give myself over to him completely from
here on. He owned me, and I would be entirely at his beck and call. We
parted soon after, and I could not wait for the next sacrament in his lair
of gratification.

Chapter Three:

The following day when I was summoned, we moved straight though to his
bedroom and undressed immediately before getting onto his bed. He climb on
top of me and started kissing me in the same fashion as the day before. As
he licked my neck, ears and face I mewed like a little kitten. His clammy
essence swamped us in a haze of testosterone. His weight was fantastic as
he oppressed my small frame with his bulkiness. He gyrated his huge manhood
between my youthful legs excitedly. I was happy to surrender to his bulk,
and wanted to suffer agonizingly as he brutalized my small anus with his
abnormal manhood.

I begged him to fuck me. Slowly and hesitantly he inserted his two tobacco
stained fingers into my arse. He started prodding and exploring as I bit
the pillow in lusty submission. I would rather die than not go through with
this torment. A third and fourth finger was eventually added, and I thought
I would pass out from the pain. When his dick finally started assaulting my
sphincter, I almost bailed as the agony reached fever pitch.

Before long however his cock-head lodged itself in my anal passage, and I
hung in sweating as never before. I was praying for the pain to subside. It
took forever but I finally began to feel a diminishment of distress. Bill
held still in me for the next five minutes, and I finally relaxed and
started breathing normally once more.

It astonished me that an arsehole could stretch to this capacity. I was
rather pleased when his excitement reached the point of no return. He
roared like an animal as he seeded my traumatized arse expelling a copious
barrage of gelatinous semen into my bowels. He sighed with relief upon
pulling out of me and not seeing any blood on his dick. He turned me over
and kissed me passionately for the next couple of minutes. I departed
shortly after, having experienced my first plowing.

Bill and I would have a relationship for the following four years until I
turned seventeen. Regrettably my mother got a far better job offer far away
from our happy little apartment, and we relocated. I lost contact with Bill
after we moved.

He however set a precedent in my life. From then on I was always be in
search of a new Bill, and would only ever seek out large men to satisfy my
sexual needs. The bigger and uglier they were, the better. Beauty as they
say is skin deep.