Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2007 12:17:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: fernandobuddy <fernandobuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The caretaker's son - Part 1

	I am top and I like young dudes (of course they have to be at least
18 y/o); I would never mess with an underage boy, for obvious reasons, and
also because I don't like those naive kids that don't know how to behave in
a relationship. I prefer kids who have already been down the road and act
boldly. I like the feel of plowing a boy's ass and the feel of flooding him
with my cum, feeling his assring squeezing my cock as I dump my load with
my cock deeply buried inside him.
	I'm 6'2 tall, weight about 225 pounds and I don't really have a
pronounced belly, but my frame is rather heavy. I have a small ranch not
too far from my place, where I have this delicious peach boy, the
caretaker's son, who eagerly waits for me every other weekend to give me
what I want. He is almost 20 now and I've been fucking him for the last
year and a half (although I have been watching him for a little longer).
	I am married, got 2 children, and I have a very normal life with my
wife who suspects nothing about my not so orthodox preferences towards
boys. I have just turned 47 and I am constantly horny when I am in the
ranch. This kid is really a slut when we are just the two of us. I usually
work the whole week in the city and at every two weeks I hit the road
around 4pm to avoid traffic jams and less than one hour later I am arriving
at my ranch. He always asks me not to change my underwear from Wednesday on
(sometimes I have trouble in hiding this from my wife) because he likes to
smell me between my legs, he likes to smell my cheese and piss and funky
scent.  Many are the times when I fuck him hard in the ass with my
underwear stuffed in his mouth as he begs me to thrust hard.
	On the surface I am a NORMAL man like anybody else on the
streets. Looking at me one would certainly think that I lead an ordinary
life, with an ordinary wife and ordinary kids. If one is really interested
and pays closer attention one will notice a tall, white, heavy man with
short, wavy, brown hair and brown eyes; and if one is more than interested
and is a little BOLDER, he'll notice a package between my legs a little
more pronounced than normal.
	Now, when one has the chance to measure my tool, he'll discover
that I carry a not so big cock, around 8" long, but with a potential of
doing some harm when used with gusto. This is so due to the circumference,
which is more than normal. My cockhead has the shape of a bullet and gets
fatter toward the base. If one takes it in the hand he'll be able to
encircle it around the head, but his thumb and index fingers will not touch
each other for a full inch when they reach the base. So, you see, it's easy
to introduce it in any whole, but then, after the head locks in, the rest
won't be that easy to hit home. But I always make sure that nothing is left
out. Only the balls! And I am uncut!
	As for my story with the caretaker's son of course it took a while
for us to go from looking to actually fucking. As I said before, nobody
would ever suspect I would do certain things. I always liked boys but the
few opportunities I had to fuck one (which were few during all these 47
years) happened because I was sure the boy would not say 'no' and there
wasn't any chance of being caught. But this boy always caught my eyes and I
always wondered what he would say if I made any move.
	I think that he noticed me eyeing him because after some time he
kind of facilitated things, and the first time we really had something, it
was just 'grabbing' and squeezing. I got so agitated and fearful that I
hesitated allowing things to move from that point to sucking and fucking.
	Then, one day, I got so horny and that situation was getting into
me, that I cornered the caretaker's son (I'll call him Dave for now, OK? -
not his real name). On the same day I finally made up my mind about taking
step two in our advances, I told him that I needed his help in the garage
and when he stepped in I simply pushed him against the wall and I lowered
myself a little to line my crotch with his butt and pressed my cock against
his butt. He let out a muffled "ahh" of pleasure and I felt him thrust his
buns back against my cock, which, by then, was hard and leaking.
	Of course we could not do what I was yearning to do there in the
garage because his father or mother could appear any moment, but I was just
marking my territory, like a wolf marks his, claiming his bitches. I
remember that I whispered in his ear "do you really want to do this?" and
he said in a weak voice that he did. I asked him if he knew what the
consequences would be, and he shook his head affirmative. And then I asked
him if he would let me fuck his ass (by then I was almost crazy because I
kept rubbing his ass with my hard tool still in my pants, and my mind was
full of lust and visions of his hole chewing it).
	He then did something that I still remember very well and most of
the times when I jerk off that is the scene that comes to my mind and I
always end up cumming at the memory. He was wearing only a loose pair of
shorts and a white t-shirt, so he simply lowered his shorts and underwear
and his full rounded bubble buns were revealed to me and he said simply
"fuck me now!"
	I had no intention of fucking him then and there, but the sight of
his chubby ass made me do the unthinkable. I opened my fly and stuck my
cock between his thighs and I felt it travel the whole length of his buns
until my pubes grinded his cheeks. He moaned and I moaned, too. "Oh, fuck"
I said at the feeling of my cockhead sliding between his legs, smearing his
cheeks with my precum. He inserted his hand between us and grabbed my cock,
moved his cheeks and I felt when he stuck the cockhead against his asshole
and thrust back against me. I felt the bullet shape head of my cock enter
his pucker and I heard him let out a small cry of pain and I remember that
I gasped at being taken by surprise, but my mind was concentrated on the
feeling of his assring around the head of my cock.
	I wanted desperately to shove the whole thing up his ass and fuck
him hard like a whore, but I was afraid of getting caught and decided to
put a stop to the situation because I knew that it would be only a matter
of time now until I finally fucked his ass, since I knew that he wanted
that too.
	But before I let him go, my cockhead still trapped in his backdoor,
I asked him if he really wanted me to fuck him later and he said
'yes'. Momentarily deserted of conscience and good sense I lowered both my
hands, caressed his buns slowly, still feeling the warmth of his hole
engulfing my cockhead and without warning, I spread his cheeks with both
hands and gave one hard thrust against his butt and half of my cock went
in. The sensation was overwhelming and I wanted more, but I pulled back
quickly while his cry was still leaving his mouth.
	I did that only to show him what would happen later and also
because I felt a perverted urge of causing him some pain. Not that I am a
sadistic and like to inflict pain or something like that, but for us tops
(at least for me), I like to know that my boy is hurting a little, but also
enjoying being fucked hard.
	I looked over my shoulder to reassure that we were still alone and
moved my mouth close to his gracious neck and licked it; with his mouth
open and still recovering from my unmerciful stabbing he emitted a weak
sound of pleasure and waited to see what I'd do. I should have stopped then
'cause I was only prolonging my agony, but the sensation of entering him
was still burning around my cock, and I had to feel it once more before
putting an end to that situation.
	"Dear God, kid, you are driving me crazy!" I said and I did it
again. Still squeezing his ass cheeks as I talked, I moved them apart
again, and my cockhead, which had been pressed against his hole all this
time, gained position and I plunged my fat cock once more into that sweet
and warm cave in just one single shove of my hips, and once again he arched
his back and squeaked, but I was totally inside him so that all he could do
was squirm and groan while my cock reached his innermost point.
	As for me I was getting to the conclusion that I wouldn't be able
to stop before cumming. I grinded his buns and rotated my hips to cause him
more pain and also to dig deeper inside. It was exhilarating the sensation
of smashing his small frame against the wall while rooting my log into his
ass.
	But I had to stop!
	As if to remind me that we could get ourselves in trouble I heard
his parents talking outside - although they didn't seem to be coming toward
the garage - but that was enough to make me put a grip on myself and on my
urges. If they had entered the garage in that moment, they would have
caught me still in my clothes, nailing their son to the wall with my hard
cock jutting out of my fly.
	As I tucked my still hard cock away, and he slowly pulled his
shorts up, his face denounced that he was still feeling the pain of my cock
invading his ass. I told him that I would like to see him later in my
bedroom and he said that he would find a way to be there.

	You know, I have tried many times to write down this story about
Dave and me and it never came out right; I never found the rhythm. But now,
as I recount it here, I feel like I am living again that first time a while
ago and it feels like it was just yesterday.
	That night I was feverish with desire and my whole body felt like a
live wire. I spent the whole day with a semi hardon, my cock in a state of
semi awakeness, rubbing against my underwear, and because of its size it
was hard to conceal it. I don't know about Dave's parents, but I am sure
that he noticed the bulge in my pants every time he looked at me, and I
simply let him see what I had in store for him. A few times, when nobody
was near but him, I grabbed my bulge and rubbed it, massaging slowly,
telling him that I would fuck his butt soon.
	I could very well have masturbated but I wanted to remain horny,
abrasive, burning inside out because I wanted to cum in the boy's ass that
first time. So I waited until he appeared in my bedroom around 9 pm. His
parents had already said good night and I was getting ready to take a
shower when he appeared in the doorway. He said he had told his parents
that I would need his help putting aside some books I wanted to take to my
house in the city and so there he was, as eager to be fucked, as I was
eager to fuck him.
	I was in my underwear, a towel on my shoulder and he came in and
closed the door. Without saying a word he dropped on his knees in front of
me and ducked his head between my legs, right beneath my balls. I got hard
instantly (harder, I mean, cause I had been hard the whole time). Then I
felt his tongue trying to enter my underwear, licking my thighs and my
balls. I told him that I was going to take a shower but he told me not to
'cause he liked my scent, the scent of piss and sweat, and cheese. At that
I simply freed my cock and peeled back the skin covering my cockhead and
although there wasn't cheese properly (I am a clean person) you could smell
that raunchy scent so peculiar in cockheads.
	I squeezed the head and a drop of precum appeared on the piss
slit. He said "Ohh" and engulfed the head of my cock completely, sending
electric waves thru my body. Then he began to lap at my tool as he massaged
my balls, his hands jerking me off simultaneously.
	I put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to me, forcing
my rod down his throat, but he gagged; he could not take me whole. But he
did his best to make me feel hot. I didn't want to cum just yet, but I
could sense my jizz gathering up inside my balls and I knew that I wouldn't
be able to hold back until I fucked his ass. So I told him that I was gonna
cum and he got my meaning and swallowed my head and kept stroking my meat
as I groaned and moaned standing in the middle of my bedroom. Finally I let
out a roar, grabbed his head and shoved my cock into his throat and began
cumming. Somehow he managed to keep from gagging and ate all my spunk that
first time.
	When he finally let go of my meat it was swollen and reddish
angry. Looking at him I could see traces of my cum around his lips.
	Slowly I sat on the edge of the bed and told him that he was going
to get his reward soon.
	And he did!