Date: Mon, 5 May 2003 14:49:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: WMC <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: Burly Dad's Fuck Buddy
All the usual disclaimers apply. As always, if anyone chooses to place
this on a site other than Nifty I would appreciate the courtesy of being
asked first. The sex is ficticious but the character of Frank was very
real. Please remember that in the 70s we thought there was no STD that
antibiotics couldn't cure. These days I would never consider playing
without protection and I hope you won't either.
Feel free to write me if you enjoy this kind of story. I'm always "up" for
hot chat.
BURLY DAD'S FUCK BUDDY
By WMC
I was 23 at the time so this all took place 26 years ago. He was
50 and one of the most strikingly masculine men I have ever had the
pleasure of knowing. Although his face was full of manly character, it was
not one of those faces you might find in a catalogue modeling big and tall
men's clothes. He was just one hell of a big man who was clearly
comfortable in his own skin and had one of the most infectious and
disarming smiles you could ever want to see.
I was newly graduated from college and had taken a job at the
municipal tax assessor's office to buy some time while I pondered my
future. It was my first day and, as I emerged from the stairwell that led
to the loft which housed the desks of the grunts and turned to my left, I
almost stumbled when I took my eyes from my feet.
There at the first desk sat this block of a man with a paw-like hand
outstretched to greet me. My gaze was riveted to his head-to-toe thickness
and, as he backed his swivel-chair out and turned to face me, I got my
first look at his prize winning basket. It was a stunning display.
Beneath his firm looking gut, which almost rested on his thick, widely
spread thighs, was a prominent bulge the likes of which I had never seen on
a man before. There was an outline of about five incredibly thick inches
of penis lying on a pair of balls that were bouyed up on his thigh by his
seat cushion.
I felt myself blush as I realized how shamelessly I had gawked at his
prodigious endowment. He quickly stood and his hand swallowed mine in its
firm grasp as he introduced himself to me as Frank in a bass voice that
softly rumbled up from his cavernous chest. I stammered out a greeting in
reply as I took in his titanic build.
Frank stood about 6 feet tall and must have weighed in the mid 300s,
all wonderfully solid and breathtakingly distributed over his extra large
frame. Like many men his age he wore his pants belted a little high up on
his belly and I felt the stirrings of an erection as I glanced down at his
crotch just long enough to see that his dick and balls were still quite
obvious in the right leg of his rather loose fitting trousers.
His tie rested Oliver-Hardy-high on a firm paunch that strained the
lower buttons of his white shirt and the breadth of his thick shoulders
looked as if he might rip out his sleeves at any moment. Being the start
of a typically hot Texas summer, he had skipped the formality of an
undershirt and his dark brown nipples were evident under the breathable
fabric of the short sleeved sport shirt. I also couldn't help noticing the
way the teeth of his spandex watch band had to space themselves to
accommodate the spectacular thickness of his wrist as he pointed me to my
desk with his left hand.
His face was lined with age but his wavy hair was jet black. I first
thought he must dye it until I realized it matched the color of the fine
hair that curled against his powerful forearms as well as the blue-black
shadow of his freshly shaven beard on the heavy jowls that wreathed his
winning smile.
The job consisted of daily trips out into the county for the purpose
of estimating the property values on which the taxes were assessed. We
were sent out in pairs to measure houses and out buildings and record any
improvements the property owner had made since the last valuation. Then
after lunch we would go somewhere nice and cool to calculate the property
values before returning to the office.
The first three weeks I rode with a man named George and to this day
I think of him as the biggest asshole I have ever met. There was
absolutely nothing pleasant about this man and the six to seven hours each
work day I had to spend alone with him seemed more like six or seven years.
I spent my time tight lipped as he aggressively criticized my work and
reeled off one diatribe after another of his extreme, right-wing
conservative outrage. My only means of coping was to let my mind secretly
scroll through my growing list of Frank sightings, imagining how the organs
that hung so noticeably down his right trouser leg must feel and taste.
As my second week was drawing to a close I was already contemplating
tossing in the towel. Not even the daily visions of supremely masculine
Frank were worth the aggravation I was experiencing from the interminable
hours I had to spend with George. As we walked in through the basement
entrance of our office building that Friday afternoon I quickly disappeared
into a small employee men's room to drain off our last cup of coffee and
take a much needed break from the man I had quickly come to view as my
tormentor.
I really didn't have to go all that badly and stood at the sole
toilet waiting for what little urine I held in my bladder to work its way
out while I contemplated quitting. The door behind me creaked open and my
heart sank at the thought that it might be George. To my surprise and
delight it was Frank who appeared in the mirror over the adjacent lavatory
sink.
I was trying not to be too obvious about staring at his reflection
when he broke the silence by asking me how things had gone with George that
day. I heard him unzip as I confessed that it had been all I could do to
keep from killing him. When I looked into the mirror to judge his reaction
I was stunned to see that Frank already had the length of his fat, hooded
member hanging on display from his fly in anticipation of relief.
"Ed is trying get rid of you," he announced, "George is the single
most unlikable man on the staff and he's banking on you quitting so he can
give the job to his kid."
Ed was our supervisor and, according to Frank, had arranged for his
son to get on when school let out. The Personnel Office apparently screwed
up his plan by giving the job to me instead.
"What do I do?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off of his
magnificent manhood.
Unfazed by my attention he rested his huge fists on his hips and
said, "You've got to make friends with George and you've got to do it fast.
My guess is if you don't do it by the end of next week you'll be let go."
"Any ideas?" I asked as I flushed and stepped aside to wash my
hands.
Frank maneuvered behind me to the toilet and took a long, noisy,
hands-free piss while he began sharing his thoughts with me. I was nearly
unable to follow him for the thoughts that raced through my head as I took
in the sight of him with his dick exposed and flooding the toilet bowl.
That weekend I mulled his words over and decided to take his advice.
I swallowed my pride and began to treat George as a mentor, following up
every one of his asshole remarks about my work with "How do I fix it?" and
sharing in his rage whenever he launched into one of his conservative
tirades. By the end of my third week anyone who cared to notice, and there
were many, thought George and I had become best friends.
When the next Monday rolled around I was thrilled when Ed teamed me
to ride with Frank. Frank's usual rider, a slender and unassuming man
nearing retirement, was assigned to ride with George. Frank looked at me
with a smile and winked. I kept my cool and tried to appear to our
supervisor as though this change meant nothing to me, but once in the
safety of Frank's beat looking 72 Cutlass I let out a sigh of major relief.
With an amused smile he congratulated me on turning my situation
around. I quickly acknowledged his part in it and thanked him sincerely
for his savvy advice as I shook his beefy hand.
That was the start of my fourteen month run as Frank's rider and it
stands out unequivocally in my mind as the most fun job I ever had. The
pay was lousy but, as you will learn the farther you read, the perks were
incomparable.
Frank was tremendously fun to be around. His rugged looks,
physical presence and jovial attitude were such a stark contrast to what I
had been used to while riding with George.
I learned the first day that he had retired the year before from a
career as a sheriff's deputy and had served in the Marine Corps during the
Korean conflict prior to that. He was a gifted conversationalist whose
past was fodder for what seemed like an endless supply of interesting
stories and whose inquisitive mind kept you engaged.
To have spent so much of his life in the military and in law
enforcement, his language was refreshingly absent of the gratuitous cursing
I had found so tiresome with George. This is not to say Frank was prudish.
He was far from it. His stories detailed his adventures with the Sheriff's
Department and in Korea, often reminiscing with descriptive clarity about
the prostitutes he frequently bought as a Marine.
Those stories were of particular interest to me. He had this classy
way of telling them without relying on coarse street language to create the
imagery that fired my imagination with visions of the giant who sat next to
me stuffing petite Asian girls as tightly as condoms. He was never a youth
as I visualized the action he described in his stories because I had no
other frame of reference for his appearance.
No, not prudish at all...he was exactly what I was figuring out
that I like in a man. He was big, strong, masculine, jolly, hung like a
bull and horny as hell.
By the end of my first week with him I almost came to dread being so
close yet unable to experience the sex I figured I would only ever hear
about. I was at once titillated by the graphic nature of his tales and
jealous of the women he paid for that which I would gladly have given him.
Late in the second week that all changed when I found myself between
his thick thighs, eagerly stuffing my mouth past the point of full with his
incredibly hard, fat, uncut dick. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Frank's preferred location for the afternoon number crunching
session was an out of the way park that was so rarely visited there were
many days we never saw a sign of another person. We were working through
the cards, idly chatting back and forth, when Frank casually said in his
inimitable way that the best head he had ever gotten was from a guy.
I couldn't resist following that line of conversation and one thing
quickly led to another until the order of events reached its natural
conclusion with me sucking him off. He was as hot as a firecracker, too.
His impressive girth stretched my lips a bit as they conformed to the
contours of his thick shaft and were soon effortlessly gliding over its
saliva slicked surface.
We were seated on the same side of the picnic table facing each
other. I leaned toward him as he leaned back with his left elbow resting
on the table and his right hand propping him up from behind. I went down
on his gorgeous, throbbing tool and didn't come up until I had siphoned his
sizable load from his bull balls.
The sheer joy that registered on his rugged, fatherly face as he
watched me swallow it gave me a warm feeling of satisfaction.
"You're really good at this," he complimented me.
I felt that familiar heat in my face that let me know I was
blushing.
"Well," I hesitantly started, "a man like you would surely inspire
anyone to give their best."
He laughed and dug in his pocket as he said, "I see this fat old
body naked every morning...Robert Redford I ain't."
"That's his tough luck," I replied as I squeezed his corpulent
scrotum through the flimsy summer fabric of his trousers.
When he pulled his hand from his pocket he offered me a stick of
gum and smiled as he said, "Here, take this. I don't think it would be a
very good idea for us to show up back at the office with my seed on your
breath."
I popped the head of his flagging erection back into my mouth and
sucked out the remaining semen that drooled from his slit, savoring its
tart taste, before sitting upright and accepting the stick of Doublemint.
With my face no longer at his lap he stood and started to retract
his hefty organ, still glistening with my saliva, through his open fly.
"Can I see your balls?" I asked.
He paused and took a quick look around, then reached into his fly
and hauled out his astonishing bag.
"My God! They're beautiful!" I extolled.
I quickly reached out and gave his warm, dark colored sac a gentle
squeeze then scooted forward to lick the bulging testicles it sheathed.
The tip of my nose disappeared in the ample hood of his penis as I sank my
lips into his scrotum and gave it an appreciative kiss.
"We'd best be heading back to the office," he reminded me.
With my curiosity about his endowment satisfied I eased it all back
through his fly and made sure to situate it just the way he liked. I
slowly zipped up his pants and then boldly helped myself to one last feel
for the road.
When I stood up he laughed and pointed at my tented crotch as he
said, "Well, I guess we have time for you to take care of that before we
leave."
"Thank goodness!" I declared as I awkwardly freed my raging erection
and quickly pumped off a gusher of a load while he looked on in amusement.
I pulled a tissue from my pocket and milked the rest of my load into
it before stuffing myself back in my pants, still hard as a rock. He shook
his head as he eyed my obvious bulge and I laughingly assured him it would
be gone by the time we reached downtown.
"I hope so," he said, sounding a little nervous.
We closed up our briefcases and headed back to his car. Suddenly
an uneasy feeling came over me that he was starting to regret what had
happened. We rode a few miles in silence with my dread growing. It
quickly disappeared, however, when he finally said he hoped we could make a
habit of it. I assured him that nothing would make me happier and a
contented expression returned to his face. Once more I was on cloud nine.
The next Tuesday our work load was light enough that it was obvious
we would have an opportunity for a repeat of the previous Thursday. He
finished running the numbers on his cards first and stood facing me from
the other side of the picnic table.
"It's darn hot today. I better air this out for you," he calmly
stated as he unzipped and pulled himself balls-and-all out of his pants.
My heart skipped a beat as I watched him roll his foreskin back off
of the fat, glistening glans.
"I always practice good hygiene but heat like this can make us
hooded guys spoil in hurry," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, taking his
dick in hand and inspecting himself.
In spite of his distraction I managed to stay on task until I came
upon the last card, which showed two fireplaces in his diagram but only
listed the house as having one. I asked him to look at it. He walked
around to my side of the table with his bulky organs seductively bouncing
and swaying in rhythm with his powerful stride.
"Oh, yeah," he said as he leaned over and took a look, "they bricked
this one up but I never updated the drawing. Just put an X in it."
I couldn't resist reaching over and placing the index finger of my
right hand on the exposed head of his cock, marveling at the way it dwarfed
my fingernail. He looked at my hand and then at me.
With a wry smile he admonished, "Work before play."
"Yes, sir," I agreeably confirmed and quickly finished running the
numbers on it.
This time he told me to turn around and he remained standing as I fed
his flaccid shaft through my parted lips. I began sucking and felt him
slowly grow erect in the moist warmth of my mouth. Soon I had enough hard
dick teeming from my lips to get both hands on it while I furiously slurped
and sucked on his huge knob.
I pulled off of him long enough to admire the beautiful shape and
uncommonly large size of his bloated organ, using the tip of my tongue to
trace the thick veins along its shaft and tease the frenulum. A shiver ran
up his broad back as he watched and his belly shook with almost nervous
laughter. I wrapped a hand around its thick base and began pounding the
back of my throat on his big, rubbery glans. He moaned.
I continued my frenzied pace until the muscles in my neck became too
sore to continue. Without removing his dick from my mouth I reached up,
took hold of his thick wrists and positioned his strong hands on the sides
of my head. He immediately understood and took over the action, using my
mouth like a masturbation sleeve.
He seemed to enjoy the assertiveness of this role and began working
my head on his tool with increasing force. I completely relaxed in his
powerful grasp and took advantage of having my hands free to play with the
huge balls that bounced and danced as they hung draped against his pants.
Then, as his pace continued to gather steam, I reached around his hips and
sank my fingers into the big, powerful haunches that were powering his
forceful thrusts.
His erection became inflexibly hard and he was obviously close to
orgasm as he unexpectedly pulled my mouth off of it.
Turning my face up toward his he said, "You don't have to swallow if
you don't want to."
"I want to," I assured him.
He grinned almost from ear to ear as he guided my mouth back onto his
dick and resumed. I had never been happier than I was at that moment,
worshiping at his masculine altar. In a matter of seconds his big vein
pulsed against my tongue and a salty flavor permeated my taste buds as he
brought himself off.
I kept his erection sheathed in my mouth until I was sure he had
completely emptied his balls. After I released the nearly flaccid organ
from my mouth to plop down onto his exposed scrotum he pulled out his
handkerchief and dried his dick off. I then took the liberty of placing
him back in his pants as I had done the time before.
I stood and freed my own hard-on to give myself some much needed
relief. He stepped up behind me at the edge of the cement slab and reached
around me, taking my erection in his firm grasp. The size of his hand made
my dick look almost like a child's as he skillfully masturbated me and, to
be so sinewy, it was surprisingly smooth. I felt his freshly sucked member
hardening against my buttocks.
My instinctive reaction was to grind my butt against its increasing
resistance. He responded immediately by pushing harder into me and briefly
interrupted my hand job to spit in his palm. The oscillation of his
barrel-like torso and stiffening penis against my backside as his slick
fist pumped my raging hard meat all added up to a spectacular orgasm. I
relaxed back into his substantial bulk and sent my load spewing onto the
dirt before us.
When he let go of me I turned around to see that his hard dick was
tenting out his right pant leg. I offered to service him again. He
thanked me anyway but said our time had grown too short. So we climbed
into his Olds and headed back to the office with our erections clearly
ready for more action but unable to indulge them. I couldn't take my eyes
off of the obvious outline of Frank's thick hard-on as it more than used up
any slack material in his trouser leg. The lingering memory of it kept me
hard several minutes after he had gone completely flaccid.
On the way back to the office I went on about how much I liked his
burly physique and ample endowment and what a thrill it was for me to suck
off a man like him. He listened graciously but who knows what he was
thinking.
All I know is that every week continuing through the fall in which
the chance to orally copulate him arose we seized it. Some weeks not at
all, but many weeks found us at it once and sometimes as many as three
times. He taught me everything there was to know of his favorite
techniques.
Nicest of all was that he made me feel genuinely liked. I was not
just some cocksucker to him. He treated me like a friend in that he seemed
to enjoy my company as well as my sense of adventure with his dick, which
had quickly earned me the nickname of Sport.
As winter set in it got too cold to avail ourselves of the park I had
come to think of as his. We tried a few times to let me take care of him
in the car, but his physical size made it nearly impossible for me to have
the needed space to work in. After one particularly long dry spell he
informed me that his wife and son were going out of town for the weekend to
see her parents and asked if I would be interested in visiting him at his
home.
"We can get properly naked there and maybe even explore some new
territory. What do you say, Sport?" he asked.
I was practically bouncing off the ceiling of his car as I agreed.
My mind raced the remainder of that week wondering what this new territory
was he wanted to explore.
When I showed up at his door at 9:30 that Saturday morning he greeted
me in his bath robe. He looked incredibly sexy with the terrycloth
material draped over his burly frame, loosely cinched around his
ball-shaped belly and exposing much of his firm, smooth chest.
After closing the door he turned and opened his robe, inviting me in
with him. I stared in awe at his beautiful bulk and stepped in, running my
hands across his chest, over his firm paunch and down to his magnificent
genitals as he closed the cotton fabric around us. I then slipped my arms
around his great girth and rested my head on one of his thick shoulders,
letting him hug me the way I had longed for him to.
He told me he was just getting ready to shower for the day's
festivities and asked if I would like to join him. Of course I had already
bathed, but I couldn't refuse such an invitation and followed him into his
bedroom.
He shucked his robe then turned and smiled. I could feel myself
starting to tremble slightly at the sight of him. His nakedness was
everything I had imagined it to be and more. The heaviness of his morning
beard stubble against the smoothness of his large torso, his erect nipples
jutting out of his dark brown areolas, the firmness of his belly, the
powerful legs that supported it all...every detail of his imposing
presence commanded my attention.
There was a basic chill in the air that had his scrotum tightly
stretched over the egg-sized testicles within that had parted to
accommodate the lemon-shaped lump of uncut dick that lay between them. He
rolled his hands into huge fists and rested them on his hips. The
undeveloped muscular density of his arms, each thicker than my 16 ½ inch
neck, was spectacular. If this guy had ever bothered taking up weights he
had the raw materials to have made a champion strongman.
I was shaken from my lustful admiration by the sound of his bass
voice as he said, "Just put your clothes on the dresser."
With that he disappeared into the master bath and started brushing
his teeth. When I was naked I walked into the bathroom just in time to
watch him step onto his scale.
"Look at that," he said somewhat surprised as I saw the dial settle
on 342, "I'm down five pounds."
He then bellied up to the toilet and turned the tide in the
porcelain bowl with a thick, forceful stream of piss. He saw me watching
him and eyed the erection I had been sporting since my first glimpse of his
nude body.
"Is there anything that doesn't get you hard?" he asked with a
chuckle.
"Nothing about you that doesn't," was my quick reply.
He reached down and milked out the last few spurts. After a few
tugs on his dick it began to swell and he shook off the final drops. He
then faced me and, with one thick arm hanging at his side, proceeded to
slowly jack himself fully hard with the other.
"There...now I don't feel so underdressed for the occasion," he
stated with a mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he opened the shower
stall and ushered me in.
I couldn't resist giving his grade-A meat a squeeze as I scooted
past him into the tiled shower. He followed me in and a shiver ran up my
spine as his belly pressed into the small of my back and I felt the head of
his engorged member nudge the bottom of my butt crack.
He reached around me and turned on the water. It was ice cold at
first, but then quickly began steaming around us. I turned in the close
quarters so that we were standing belly-to-belly with our cocks touching.
I ran one hand over his expansive chest, teasing his erect nipples while I
groped his hard dick and big, tight balls with the other. He grabbed the
soap and we took turns lathering each other up, carefully exploring each
other's naked form as we did.
When he turned for me to soap his broad back I was erotically
charged by my close proximity to his big, firm ass cheeks. After tending
to his back I sank a soap-slicked hand into his deep crack and slowly
worked it up and down its length, occasionally teasing his tight pucker
with a finger. I squatted down behind him and parted his powerful haunches
so the water could run between them. Unable to resist, I buried my face in
his butt and began licking his squeaky clean sphincter.
Rimming had never seemed even remotely tempting to me before that
moment, but something about Frank made it an irresistable prospect. It had
obviously been quite a turn on for him, too, because when he managed to
turn around his dick was as hard as steel as it came to rest against my
cheek. I stared in wonder at the huge bag beneath it, now loose from the
warmth of the shower, and leaned into suck and kiss the giant orbs it held.
"Nobody has ever done that to my ass before," he said with a giggle
that caused his magnificent belly to shake.
"Truthfully, I've never done it before either," I replied, "but
then I've never been with a man who had quite the same effect on me as
you."
He helped me to my feet and surprised me by placing his hand on the
back of my head and forcefully driving his tongue into my mouth. The rasp
of his dense stubble against my clean shaven face went straight to my erect
penis like an electric shock. We deep kissed with me sucking his tongue
like a miniature dick for what seemed like several minutes, although I'm
sure it was shorter.
"Now we've both done something we never thought we would," he said.
I took one of his nipples between my teeth and teased it with the
tip of my tongue. He raised his powerful arms and revealed his thick,
convex pits. I leaned back and admired them momentarily before diving in
and tasting them as well, undeterred by the fine hair that was matted
against them.
"It's been a long time since anyone made me feel this desirable,"
he said.
He enfolded me in his thick arms and slid a hand down my back to
fondle my butt cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his bull neck and we
remained in each other's embrace while the warm water rushed over our
bodies.
When we separated he turned off the water and we stepped out of the
stall, toweling ourselves and each other dry. I knelt on the carpeted
floor to towel off his beautiful endowment. His penis was the kind that
gains as much if not more in circumference as it does in length when it
erects. Thus, while still longer than mine, its true magnificence was its
thickness. I took it in my hand and marveled at the barrel-like shaft. It
ballooned out from behind a fat head that peeked just over half way out
from his velvety foreskin. I kissed his slit and then stuffed my mouth
full of his plump stalk while gently tugging on his sagging scrotum.
"I've got us a fire ready to light in the rec room if you'd like to
adjourn there," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair.
On our way there he stopped by the thermostat and turned the heat
up a bit more. Once in the rec room I saw where he had spread out a big,
cushy throw before the hearth.
"I'll get the fire lit," he said.
I took in the sight of his great balls bouncing out from between
his thick thighs as he bent over with his back to me. His deep crack
tantalizingly parted above them and I couldn't resist dropping to my knees
behind him and running my tongue over his scrotum and up the length of his
crevice once more. He moaned and turned his hulking frame to face me again
as the fire roared to life behind him.
I watched as he grabbed his dick by its fat base with one hand and
then guided my mouth back onto the head with the other. He pumped the
beast a few times as deep into my mouth as he could fit it and then pulled
it out.
"Want to lie down?" he asked as he rubbed his rigid member on my
face.
"I want to suck your big, fat dick in any position you say," I
responded.
He smiled and proceeded to stretch out on the throw. I waited for
him to get comfortable, propping himself on some throw pillows, and then
snuggled up next to his portly girth. I felt incredibly safe as he tucked
me under his arm and let me grope his wonderful balls and stroke his large,
rock hard erection. His approving sigh comforted me all the more. We lay
like that for over half an hour, talking shop and laughing as my hands
explored regions of his huge body that I had only tried to imagine till
that day.
I climbed up onto his great belly, my legs uncomfortably straddling
his wide hips, and began alternately sucking his erect nipples as he ran
his big hands up and down my back. He encouraged me with praise for my
skill as a lover while I nursed on his fleshy pecs and ground my hard-on
into the warmth of his plump sac. I thrilled to the sensation of his fat
erection throbbing and flexing against my stomach.
I dismounted his hulking body and rested against his thigh to begin
giving him the oral stimulation I knew he desired. Grabbing his thick
stalk at the base I gave it a good squeeze and aimed it at my face. The
big head bloated up and retracted his foreskin until it was more than
half-exposed. I stuck the tip of my tongue into its leaking hole and
savored the salty flavor of his pre-ejaculate.
When I looked up to see his reaction the cheeks of his round,
unshaven face billowed out as he exhaled and leaned his head back on the
pillow with his eyes closed.
"Suck me," he calmly instructed.
I obediently sank my salivating mouth down over the head of his
dick and worked my tongue under the hood. He gasped in delight and raised
his head to watch me dine on his knob. When I sensed his anticipation had
reached its peak I pushed my head down to let him see my lips stretch out
around his considerably thicker shaft. I was barely able to avoid scraping
his sensitive skin with my front teeth but my back teeth couldn't entirely
clear the ungainly width of his engorged member.
With my mouth completely stuffed I still had about an inch of play
for my hand to masturbate him. I then sank my clutching fist down into his
pubic fat, peeling his foreskin completely off the head, and began slowly
working my mouth over the entire length that I was capable of
accommodating. For the benefit of his view I took it especially slowly as
my lips rode over the contours of his bulging glans.
I make no secret of my love of large men with big dicks. To this
day when I see a man with Frank's burly build I always imagine him laying
out a slab of meat that dwarfs my own, so I saw no reason to play it cool
with him. For me, sex with Frank was a celebration of the masculine ideal
he represented to me and he was fully aware of it.
Now I had been lucky enough to find a few men by age 23 who laid out
some pretty impressive meat. But they had either found their size a source
for conceit with running commentary ("yeah, suck that big dick!") or played
it down with that hollow sounding false modesty (the old "oh, it isn't THAT
big").
The thing that made Frank such an ideal sex partner for me was that
he seemed completely aware of everything he had to offer with no
pretensions. He served up his incredibly masculine qualities in the spirit
of sharing them with those rare few of us who could recognize and fully
appreciate their true value. Every creamy load he had pumped out of those
magnificent balls and fed down my throat seemed as much a gift to me as it
had been a rewarding orgasm for him. Frank accepted my praise and
attention without judgment and I guess that's why I found it so easy to
completely lose my inhibition with him.
The quick suck jobs in his park were one thing, but to be lying naked
with him in his home and have the time to savor his sex was something
different all together. I took advantage of this new freedom to drag out
the proceedings by working his erection with a deliberately slow pace that
kept him on the verge of an orgasm for most of an hour.
I had to fight my own desire for his seed to avoid bringing him off
too soon. His scrotum stayed tightly drawn around his prodigious balls as
I slowly sucked him until his body would start to become rigid time and
again. Then I would remove his rock-hard tool from my mouth and
passionately lick and kiss it until he cooled down enough to continue. He
kept his eyes glued to my stretched lips gliding over the surface of his
saliva coated organ as he praised my diligence and stamina.
It gave me a sense of importance to know that he trusted me to coax
him into blissful orgasm and I tenaciously applied myself to the task.
When at last I felt my shoulders and neck beginning to give out I steadily
quickened my pace and brought the noise level up notch after notch until
his body began to stiffen again. My final move was to pull his steely
member from my mouth and finish him off with my hand as the head of his
bulky hard-on danced and jiggled inches from my face.
Unable to hold back any longer he looked on helplessly as his
imposing erection angrily spat four thick strands across my face and in my
hair. When the torrents of his life-giving seed began to subside, rolling
down his thick shaft and dripping off my fingers onto his scrotum, I
happily slid my mouth over the head again and milked him with my hand until
his beautiful balls had spent their last drop. I then propped myself up
again on his powerful thighs and gazed at the pleasure registering on his
manly face.
"Damn, Sport...you're a mess," he said, looking pleased with
himself.
"Well, for all the times I've sucked your dick I've never actually
seen you come," I replied with complete honesty.
"I reckon you had a front row, center seat for that one from the
looks of you," he said with a laugh.
I laughed with him and peppered his loosening scrotum with kisses as
we listened to the soothing crackle of the fire that was dying down beside
us. When he came down from his sexual high he said that it would take him
a while to recharge after a load like that and suggested we break for a
bite of lunch. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw that the clock
showed 11:45. I had been so absorbed in the thrill of our prolonged
encounter that the morning had flown by.
We went to the bathroom and he grabbed two washcloths from the
closet, pitching one to me. When I looked in the mirror I saw his semen
coagulating into pearly globs on my face. I took an odd sense of pride in
my appearance as I watched his reflection wiping the evidence of our
morning's activity from his corpulent genitals. After he pitched his rag
in the lavatory sink and left I attended to the mess on my face.
We remained naked in the kitchen and I basked in the glow of sexual
satisfaction he radiated as he prepared our lunch. Getting myself off had,
as usual, taken a back seat in my labors on his fantastic tool. So, my
hard-on still raged as I studied his hulking body in motion.
"We'll have to do something about this," he stated as he grabbed my
erection and gave it a gentle tug.
He served up the sandwiches and popped a couple of beers. As we ate,
the conversation mostly centered on the sex we had just enjoyed and the
uncommonly large size of his endowment. He was amused by my fascination
with it after all the months that had passed since I started sucking him,
but he was his usual gracious self in accepting my praise.
Twelve-thirty found us back in the rec room stretched out next to
each other with me fondling his ample basket as he pressed my face to his
and drilled his tongue in my mouth once more. Again, the prickly sensation
of his dense morning stubble had my cock so hard it ached for relief and I
wondered what plans he had for it.
I had always imagined him to be completely straight with a penchant
for excellent oral service until that day. However, the passion in the two
kissing sessions he had bestowed on me and his comfort level with the feel
of my hard flesh against him made me realize that, whatever his
self-perception, he enjoyed this kind of close physical contact with
another male. That he was strictly a top man should have been a turn-off
for me but, like so many other firsts I was experiencing with him that day,
I found myself enjoying the submissive role he assumed of me.
His big dick was still soft as I wrapped my hand around it and when
we broke from the kiss I asked him to roll over on his stomach. With some
effort he maneuvered his giant frame into that position and, straddling his
big legs, I began to knead my fingers into the firm mounds of his big ass
cheeks. He moaned in response.
I parted them and teased his tightly puckered hole with my extended
middle fingers. Again he moaned. I then sank my face between them and
lapped at his sphincter.
He hiked his butt into my face and I looked up from his ass just in
time to see him slip a hand under his substantial girth and adjust his
stiffening member for greater comfort. I dove back down and resumed
licking his asshole with renewed passion as my hard dick pressed into the
cleft of his legs. Not letting up for several minutes, I listened with
excitement as his language became uncharacteristically coarse.
When I finally stopped and crawled off of him he rolled over with his
fat prong standing at full mast and looking like 342 pounds of burning
lust. I reached down and felt the heat in his blood engorged member,
slowly stroking the thick stalk below its half-hooded head.
He then rolled onto his side to face me and I watched as his balls
tumbled from his lap down onto his thigh and his hard dick angled out from
beneath his belly toward the floor. Seeing him completely nude in a state
of arousal was a potent aphrodisiac and I wanted in the worst way for him
to fuck me, but I figured him as strictly oral where man-on-man sex was
concerned and had decided not to broach the possibility.
My heart skipped a beat when he asked me to roll onto my stomach. I
eagerly followed his instruction and then felt his hands on my waist as he
straddled my legs on his knees. He pulled me up on my knees in front of
him and proceeded to swipe the fat head of his hard-on up and down my
crack, pausing and applying extra pressure each time it passed over what he
called my "sweet spot".
"Get me wet," he said as he let go of me and leaned back onto his
haunches.
I turned around on all fours and stared in wonder at the tool nature
had granted him for sating his sexual urges. It looked more than beautiful
jutting up from between his powerful thighs with his hulking torso as its
backdrop. I took his erection in my mouth and tasted my own butt crack as
I profusely coated it in my saliva, being careful not to apply suction in
order to avoid bringing him any closer to the edge than he already was.
When he said he thought it was ready to try I turned my ass to him
again and thrilled as he urgently pressed for entry against my "sweet
spot". My tightness was resistant. He said he needed more spit so I
obliged him once again, tasting a more anal flavor on his dick head than
just my crack as I drooled on it.
A couple of minutes later he was at my butt, once more trying to
force his way inside. A shock ran through my body as the big head finally
popped in.
"There we go!" he gloated.
I soon learned that the shock of the head was nothing compared to
that of the thickness of the shaft behind it and, as he slowly snaked it up
my bowels, I couldn't help sounding pained. He stopped to make sure I was
alright, but once I confirmed that I was he steadily fed his dick up me
until he was in balls deep.
His magnificent instrument was momentarily paralyzing and he rocked
me up and back in opposition to his short, methodical jabs, keeping me
filled with the full length of his uncompromising girth. I soon recovered
some control of myself and began working with him on my own.
At that point he began to withdraw and my sphincter involuntarily
clutched at his steely hardness. However, it was no match for the raw
strength of his thick chest, arms and shoulders.
"I'm ready to fuck you now," he announced, "Slick me up one more time
and then put a pillow under you to hike your butt up for me."
I had never been tempted to take a dick straight out of my ass into
my mouth before, but in the face of Frank's overpowering sexual presence it
was something I suddenly hungered for. My ass still burned from
penetration as I paused to admire the vulgarity of its size and sloppy
wetness before determinedly devouring as much as I could and slobbering on
it like a man possessed.
One taste of the depths of my ass on him and the submissive desires
he was unlocking within me rose to a new peak. I dutifully followed his
instructions and soon found him hovering on his hands and knees over my
backside, probing my crack with his dick. Unable to hit my "sweet spot"
unaided, he lifted one of his hands from the floor and guided his bloated
cock directly to its target.
"Hold on tight," he declared as he sank into me.
I felt his mighty thickness fill me until his balls came to rest
against me and he then started grinding them in a circular motion, causing
his wonderful organ to gyrate in my guts. I instantly jolted in orgasm,
sending who knows what fantastic sensations up his sheathed organ to his
pleasure center.
"That's it...go ahead and come! Boy! That's a big one isn't it?"
he said with pride.
Truthfully I wasn't sure if he was talking about his penis or the
orgasm it had induced in me, but the right answer in either case was yes
and I grunted out my confirmation. He responded by letting me feel his
tremendous gravity as he dropped to his elbows and lay on my back, all the
while powering his hips into my cock-stuffed butt.
Exactly what portion of his weight pinned me beneath his burly
corpulence as he tenderized my insides I cannot say. It was enough,
however, to make the point that I no longer exercised any control over my
fate.
Every so often he repeated the circular grinding of his big balls on
me and I sank deeper into his control each time, pushing my ass back into
his loins and excitedly squeezing his potent member with all my might. He
would groan in animal lust and nibble at the nape of my neck with
increasing ferocity the more claim he staked over my being.
In all he was probably inside me for at most five minutes. It had
taken less than one of them for him to fuck every thought in my head that
had nothing to do with him right out my ears, leaving me completely
dedicated to his pleasure. For whatever time he remained in me I was
blissfully consumed in his unbridled lust.
At some point he straightened his arms again and began driving the
full length of his fat shaft through my distended hole with all the
pulverizing force his powerful haunches could muster. I felt his hard-on
thickening and prying at my hole like no cock I had held in me before as
the pounding he gave my ass soared to a peak of frenzy.
Suddenly he roared out the most vocal orgasm I've ever heard and I
felt the telltale pulsing of his immense organ emptying his tightly drawn
balls into my aching bowels. Unable to escape his gravity even if I had
wanted to, I lay obediently still beneath him and welcomed the copious load
he was depositing inside me. He sat upright on my legs with the head of
his dick still in me and savored the joy of the orgasm I had just helped
him achieve.
"Good job, Sport!" he exclaimed with a playful, two-handed swat on
my buns.
"I'm not sure I've ever had a fuck as good as that," he continued as
he pulled the head of his dick from my hole and rolled onto his broad back.
I turned my face to him and smiled, unable to think of a response
as I ran a finger over the juicy, swollen lips of my tender ass. He was
lying back in total contentment with his arms behind his head and I could
see his still erect penis looming up over the horizon of his big, round
belly.
I came up on my knees and swelled with pride as I saw the evidence of
my ass on his dick. Impervious to any sense of shame at that point I
hunkered down over it and hungrily sucked it into my mouth as his load
seeped from my battered hole and rolled down my perineum onto my balls.
"Mmmm, that's nice," he sighed as he watched me clean his flagging
erection of the mixture of his semen and my anal juice.
Realizing then how much this simple act of self-sacrifice meant to
him, the passion I applied in my sucking instinctively jumped up a notch or
two. I kept him in my mouth until he was completely soft and pushed my
tongue into his velvety foreskin to make sure the head was thoroughly
cleaned before letting it fall from my lips onto his thigh. I then rested
my head in his large, warm lap and kissed his sagging scrotum as I thanked
him for the most profound fuck of my young life.
"You're welcome," he said as he laid one of his thick, sinewy hands
on the back of my head and pressed my suctioning lips to his big, soft bag.
We lay like that for quite some time before he helped me up onto his
mountainous torso and cradled me against his thick chest in his powerful
arms. I apologized for my semen leaking on him as my cock and balls
nestled into his, but he assured me it was nothing to worry about.
The rest of that afternoon we spent cuddling and I managed to coax
one more delicious load from him with my mouth before I had to go home and
get ready for the night out with my chums that I had previously committed
to. He saw me off with another probing kiss.
Our oral adventures at work continued with new meaning for both of us
after that day and I have no reliable estimate of how many times I got to
suck him off in those circumstances. I can report that we got to spend
three more such Saturdays together, though, and that the fulfillment I
experienced in those meetings was unparalleled in our on-the-job oral
dalliances.
I knew I had fallen deeply in love with Frank on my drive home that
day. My heart was his for the taking but I understood that his rightfully
belonged to his wife and son. Whatever the emotional cost to me in being
unable to devote my life to him, I'm grateful to this day for that small
part of his he was willing to share with me.