Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2005 19:21:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Bigg Benn <biggbenn8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Papa Fred part 1(?)

This is dedicated in loving memory to the REAL 'papa Fred'- yes there
really is (or was RIP) a 'papa Fred'. The names have been changed...well
because they have.  Any feedback greatly appreciated to
biggbenn8@yahoo.com

I had just relocated to a new town and was feeling lonely. Having always
had a 'thing' for older men I knew of a group called Mature Men. I looked
up their website and found a local chapter. The monthly meeting wasn't
bad-though hard to believe at age 35 I was considered 'chicken'. The
meeting was fairly interesting, nice eye candy and I got an invite to the
annual Halloween Party.

Being shy I chose to wear an old 'monks' robe I have had for years. A pair
of old sandals, a pieced of rope for a belt & the outfit was complete.  I
liked the fact I could wear nothing underneath & feel more comfortable and
'flop'. I showed up not sure what I was expecting. Costumes can be a tricky
thing- you don't know what you are seeing is 'real' or not... I wandered
around the room, not sure what to say- and being naturally shy doesn't
help. There were the usual costumes, drag, silly, weird, interesting & some
not in costume... or were they?

Me? I am hard to miss- I am 6'5", bearded, 275, your basic big ol' bear-
yes big everywhere, size 16 feet, thick dick and I am told 'bull' balls. I
solidly filled out the monks' robe- due to my shyness I kept the cowl
pulled up a bit. Having nothing on underneath made feel a bit 'frisky' as
well.

I walked over to the big sofa (the host had a well furnished home). Looking
for a place to sit, I noticed an empty spot near a 'rancher daddy' type. He
was tall, lanky, in a western shirt, skin-tight jeans, boots, and cowboy
hat. He was easily 6'2" or 6'3"- hard to tell with the hat & boots on. He
was silver bearded, nice face, delightful green eyes, an easy smile, he
also had that 'weathered look' of a real rancher- his hands were large,
solid, gnarled & masculine- hands that could have only been developed from
time outdoors. Then I noticed something else. He must have had a cucumber
or dildo shoved down his left pants legs- the pants were tight but 'that'
couldn't be real-just part of the 'old hung horny rancher' costume. I was
intrigued & there WAS an empty seat- I asked if the seat was taken- he
looked over and up...and up. His eyes widened at my size and with a twinkle
in his eyes said 'Yes'. I looked disappointed and looked around, then heard
a low chuckle as he hastily added, "It's saved for you".

As I tried to get my robes gathered and not sit on my full 'bull' balls, I
sat. At first I thought I had sat on a cushion or something- but then
realized whatever I had sat on was hard, firm and boney? I felt whatever it
was wiggling towards my ass & balls. Confused I looked over to see the
'rancher' with his hand under me. I apologized profusely thinking I had sat
without looking, but he just grinned & asked in a voice with a soft Texas
drawl- "Guess I musta done that...." With a light grin, his voice lowered
"should I move it or let it stay?"

I was flustered to say the least. I wanted to it stay, but was rapidly
getting rock hard- thank god for the robes- but I wasn't sure what was
'acceptable' at the party being 'the new guy'. I scooted my ass, lifting up
for him to move his hand- as he pulled his hand out I felt him make a grab
for my fattening dick. He smiled- I blushed. I felt like I was in over my
head with this sexy stud.  Was it my imagination or was there a very low
wet spot in his tight jeans? I figured maybe it was the soda in his other
hand.

So we sat, I have no idea what we talked about- I noticed the other men-
okay a few were damned sexy- esp. the big furry bear in the toga with
nothing else underneath, but why go for dessert when you have prime beef?
We talked, flirted, ate, drank. The evening wore down. As I got ready to
leave he quickly left the group he was talking to & casually asked where I
lived- I said I was new to the area and knew how to get home- but not much
else. He grinned showing a wonderful smile and said we could go back to his
place and he would bring me back here- turns out he lived not far- but I
was baffled as to where.

So to simply we took his, of course, truck. I couldn't help but notice how
'flexible' that 'dildo' was when he sat down- maybe it wasn't?

We wound up at his condo- nice, neat but rather old fashioned- like him I
later discovered. Once in the door he couldn't wait to get his large strong
hands up my robe. I spread my legs and let his surprisingly delicate hands
wander up my furry legs.  I moaned in pleasure, leaning against him. I felt
awkward as he was doing all the work- I looked around & suggested we go
somewhere else. As we walked down the hall I noticed he walked with a bit
of a limp. When we got in to his room with its old bed and thick comforter
on it did I realize what was wrong. His pants really were that tight and to
make it worse- apparently he was NOT faking the bulge down his left pants
leg- it almost looked painfully hard and bloated.

He sat down with a grunt & a slight wince. He bent over to pull off his
boots but I could tell something was wrong. I started to pull the robe off
& then noticed the look on his face- I asked if I could help or? He looked
at me embarrassed & said that he was now regretting wearing his ancient
jeans- he had put on more weight than he had thought. He had not planning
on getting this excited either. I looked at him- now curious. He leaned
back on the bed to reveal his massive erection that appeared so thick it
was impeding his ability to bend over comfortably to get to his cowboy
boots.

I smiled, with not a little bit of curiosity and well, fear- & offered help
with his boots. The sheepish smile returned & he muttered thanks. I bent
over to pull off the worn boots- the first coming off with a muffled 'ahh'
on his part- the second boot he used the opportunity to playfully feel up
my ass with his socked foot. His playfulness was really intriguing me, and
only making me hornier.

He stood, his boots now off. I realized that he was in fact as tall as I
had initially thought. He stood at about 6'3", just a bit shorter than me-
I liked the slight height difference.  We kissed, deeply. His passion a
nice surprise. He was a wonderful kisser. We were both getting hotter and
hotter- I tried pulling his shirt off- but the pants really were that
tight. He quickly took off my robe (the sandals long gone) and made
appreciative sounds. I stood their naked and hard, my bull balls swaying
slightly. I looked down- curious to see what I had gotten myself into. I
offered to help unbutton those jeans- but both sets of hands only got in
the way. He wrestled with the buttons, each one releasing more and more of
him- by the second button I managed to get his shirt tails out of his pants
to reveal a tanned chest with just a faint dusting of hair- enough to be
masculine but not enough to be smooth. He finally undid the last of the
buttons- with an embarrassed look on his face he said 'I need to lie down
to get these off....' I would have thought he was kidding had their not
been the most amazing wet spot half way down his leg.

He lay down with an odd look on his face; I took the hint, grabbed the
cuffs of his battered jeans and slowly began pulling them down- enjoyed the
eroticism of the moment. I could hear his relieved sigh as he became 'free'
from the self imposed tightness. What I was NOT ready for was the monster
that was revealed. Once the jeans passed his groin I saw the base of his
cock, his silver bush of kinky pubic hair, then his egg sized balls, I kept
pulling only to reveal more and more of his thick shaft. To my utter
delight I finally to the 'end' to reveal a mass of loose foreskin shiny
with copious amounts of pre-cum. Okay, I gotta admit I have a major
weakness for other uncut men. Another reason I have always enjoyed older
men as there seems to be a greater chance of 'hooded meat'.

I let his jeans drop to the floor and stood in amazement looking down-
realizing the old adage IS true- be careful what you wish for (or in this
case, fantasize about!). He put his hands behind his head, enjoying the
moment. He apparently liked what he saw as well- his massive cock slowly
rising like a dinosaur of old, the head covered in several inches of
wrinkled foreskin. I could see strands of precum leaking down, onto his
legs. I don't think I moved for a few minutes, just fascinating watching
that humongous cock sway lightly, bobbing- as strands of precum drooled
out. Gathering my wits about me I crawled up on top of him. His strong,
lanky arms wrapped around me as we kissed and rolled around on the old,
slightly musty comforter. It was an odd, but wonderful feeling-his massive
dick mashed between his smooth and my furry belly. My belly soon became wet
with all the precum. I was beginning to leak a bit too- I think 'inspired'
by the sight and feel of him. He began grinding his hips into me, with an
odd rhythm- he gasped suddenly and I realized what he had done. His
thrusting has caused his long foreskin to finally pull back and my belly
fur was now tickling his now exposed head. I also realized he was
EXTREMEMLY sensitive as every time I jiggled my furry belly he moaned
softly and I felt even more, as if that was possible, precum.

We rolled side by side- I reached down with my hand and grasped that
baseball bat of a cock. I marveled at the size and 'heft' of him-
commenting on it, he rolled on his side and said 'We're the same thickness'
I replied there was simply no way... He said "fine... grab me' I did,
admiring the movement of the off the amazing amount of foreskin back and
forth over it. "Now grab yours"- I did. "How does that feel? Feel any
difference?". I be damned if he wasn't completely right- trust a big dicked
man to know big dicks. I have never felt mine to be 'huge' but had always
gotten compliments on it... Now I knew why- I later measured us both at 7
1/2 inches around, but that's another story.

I said "but you're so....', he said with a sexy smile 'So are you buddy'.
We then commenced to another 20 minutes of kissing, groping, snuggling,
wrestling and sweating. We wound up both covered in sweat and/or precum- it
was hard to tell at that point. I crawled down between his legs, marveling
at the sheer size of that fuck tool. Ever hear the old saying 'Too much of
a good thing?' well Papa Fred was the embodiment of that one. I tried
everything short of taking off my lower jaw and only succeeded in getting
the massive head and an enormous amount of foreskin in my mouth. No more,
no less. I wanted to ask if that was okay, but the constant dripping and
his happy moans told me I was on the right track. While trying to figure
out how and what to do with this monster, my hands wandered to his grade A
large size balls- nice but well, I was still curious. Wiping my finger in
all the precum & spit I started working my way back from his sloshing
nut-sack to his hole. I heard him groan happily. It almost felt like his
ass pulled my finger to it. I toyed with his ass mouth for a moment,
rubbing lube around it. I could feel his breathing intensify- my mouth
around his gargantuan cock-head the entire time. My finger slid easily into
his tight hole- once it was in the all the way I could feel his cock head
throbbing happily. I began to finger fuck his horny hole- my tongue being
bathed in his steady stream of man-juice. I could feel him spreading his
legs, wanting more. I happily obliged. I began running my wet finger around
his opening, massaging the asshole, feeling him open up- he continued
dripping a steady stream of precum down my hungry throat. I pulled my
finger out, causing his hole to tighten back up; I heard an intake of
breath- disappointment? I lubed 2-3 fingers with more precum and spit. I
slid two fingers back into his begging hole. I knew I was on the right
track as I heard him elicit deep gasping moans that seemed to start
somewhere in this toes and end in his thick shaft. I slowly slid the 2
greased finger up his hole, when they hit the base of my hand he muttered
huskily 'fuck yeah...fuck yeah...fuck yeah" his legs spreading wider and
trembling slightly. His massive hands held on either side of my head-
urging me down on his huge cock. I gagged momentarily, his hands eased the
pressure, and I took a deep breath- my jaws already aching but somehow got
another inch in my hungry throat. He precum continued to ooze steadily, my
mouth not able to catch it all. I could feel the precum dribbling past my
mouth and onto my beard and hands.

I began to really work his tight fuck hole, causing him to thrash and hump
his cock into my over-stretched mouth.  Damn I thought- big dick- big
bottom really IS true. By this point he was going crazy. I with my index
finger I could feel his prostrate throbbing and was massaging it
unmercifully.

He grabbed my head & pulled me off his fat dick with an audible smacking
sound- turning my head, his green eyes begging with lust he said "FUCK ME
now!" there was almost a bit of pleading in them. I said 'where?' looking
around, he reached behind him to the ancient side table, he deftly pulled
out a magnum and lube. I said 'put it on me fucker' and he quickly ripped
open the condom, spit into it and slid it over my now dripping thick dick.
I started to reach for the lube & he shook his head, running both hands
down his engorged cock and using the wetness to wipe his hungry ass.
"There" he grunted, 'fuck me NOW' he moaned. I quickly rolled him over, he
got the message and raised his ass up in the air, ass hanging slightly over
the bed, his big balls and dick dangling obscenely underneath him, even
from this angle I could see precum being generated like shiny spider webs.

Grabbing him by the waist, I nudged the fat head against his wet sphincter.
Not sure how fast to go, I pushed against his ass ring.  He grunted and I
could feel him leaning into me, 'Damn' I mutter


Stay Tuned for Part 2.