BOB'S BIG BOY

	Normally celebrities don't stop through our small town, so
it was news when they announced Robert Kelker-Kelly, the hunky soap
actor, was going to be signing autographs at the Wal-Mart that was
opening.  I'd had the hots for him ever since he played Sam Fowler
on Another World, when he was just a teen.  The first time I saw him
as Bo Brady on Days of Our Lives I almost died.  He turned into quite
the stud with his mustache and buff bod.  I even grew mine because of
him.  I'd spent quite a few nights with the VCR on pause, staring at
that muscular, slightly hairy chest, jerking myself off with lust for
him.  Sometimes I'd catch an outline along his pants and I could 
swear it looked like a cock, but no man could be that well hung, even
a man who looked like a Tom of Finland drawing come to life.

	Unfortunately for me, I thought, the day he was signing was
a day I was scheduled to work.  I'm a glorified bellboy at the small
hotel here, and usually I don't mind working weekends.  But I was
quite upset at missing the opportunity to gaze into his eyes, have
him smile that gorgeous smile.  I spent the next few days sulking
quietly, and when Friday came I was noticeably moody.  But I kept
smiling, even though I was downhearted.  When four o'clock rolled
around, I was going to find a six-pack of Bud and drown my sorrows.

	I was an hour from doing so when I heard the bell ring, and
I went through the door to help the next customer with their bags.
And I almost fainted when who should be standing there but Robert
Kelker-Kelly himself!  I gazed into his eyes, and he flashed that
dazzling smile.  The countergirl told me to show him to his room,
the Presidential Suite, which was called that since Jimmy Carter
once spent the night there.

	In the elevator, I asked him why he was here a day early.
He said, "I want to have a day to rest up before I meet my fans.
Get a good night sleep and early-morning workout beforehand.  Is
there a gym in the hotel, or anywhere nearby?"

	I said, "Sorry, Mr. Kelly, but the closest one is about
thirty miles away."

	"Call me Robert.  Too bad.  I guess I'll have to stick to
sit-ups and push-ups in my room."  The image of him wearing just
a pair of shorts almost made my dick hard right there.  He yawned.
"Jeez, I'm feeling tired.  I think I'll take a nap once I get 
unpacked."

	The suite was on the top floor, with a terrific view of
the town and countryside.  To my surprise, he started taking off
his clothes as soon as he walked in the door.  He started with
his jacket, then his shirt.  I stood there speechless, wondering
when he was going to notice I was there waiting for my tip.

	He sat on the bed, taking off his shoes, then socks.  As
he started unbuckling his belt, I ahemed loudly.  He looked up.
"Oh, excuse me.  Hey, how'd you like to add to your tip?"  He dug
into his loose-fitting pants and took out his wallet.  "Could you
get me a Coke?  I'm really thirsty."

	"Sure, no problem."  I grabbed the one, went to the vending
machine, and hurried back to the room.  When I walked in the door,
I wondered if I stepped into heaven.  Robert's back was to me, and
he'd taken off the rest of his clothes.  His butt was slightly hairy
and round with muscle.  With the light coming from the window, he
looked like he was posing for an artistic nude.  I wanted to kneel
before him and kiss his ass, lick his anus.

	Then he turned around, and I dropped the can on the floor.
I gaped in shock as the longest, thickest, most incredible cock
I've ever seen in my life lay between his legs.  He trimmed his
brown pubes to make his cock look even bigger.  The skin was creamy
white, and small blue veins snaked their way along the shaft.  The
head was cut and fat, as big as a plum.  I tried to estimate the
length, as it reached just past his knee - maybe eighteen inches of
giant dick attached to him.

	I felt faint, and my knees buckled.  Robert rushed towards
me and grabbed me before I too hit the floor.  He slapped me gently
a couple of times, and I focused on his face.  Then I realized my
hand was touching something, and it was his cock!  I immediately
pulled my hand away, afraid of what he'd do.  Instead, he laughed
and said, "Don't be scared.  Lots of people want to touch it, but
this is a new way."

	I stammered, "I...I'm sorry.  I...I didn't mean..."

	"Sure you did.  As soon as you saw Bob's Big Boy you wanted
it"

	"What?"

	"Bob's Big Boy.  You've heard some guys name their cocks?
Well, someone gave me that name, and it's stuck with me since."

	"Wow.  It's...it's the biggest..."

	"That's what everyone says.  But they've never met any
other men in my family."

	"Really?"

	"Yeah.  You should see my cousin Jason.  Only one who comes
close to what I've got.  Would you like to know how much I've got?"
He took my hand and placed it on his shaft.

	I took it back.  "I have to get back to work."

	"When are you done?"
	
	"Four."

	"Well, at four-oh-one, you're coming up here and you'll see
just how big a tip you'll get."

	I was distracted for the rest of the hour by the thought of
Robert's giant dick invading my tight ass or fucking my throat.  I
had to calm down constantly, not wanting to come in my pants.

	When four came, I went back to his room, still in my uniform.
Robert had showered, and now had a towel draped below his waist.  At
least six inches of dick appeared below it.  He quickly took it off
and walked towards me, the dick swaying pendulously.

	He made the first move, kissing me hard.  Our mouths opened
and our tongues darted in and out, wet and hot.  He started taking 
off my uniform, kissing my neck lightly.  I reached down and hefted
his big schlong, caressing it to life.  It responded to my touch, 
and stiffened slowly.  I lifted it, and the head reached the center
of his chest.  I continued stroking it as well as I could, when you
consider the shaft was so fat I couldn't wrap my hand around it.

	I took his cock and rubbed it in the crevasse of my pecs.
He began thrusting forward, like he was tit-fucking me while still
standing.  His dick grew bigger, longer, and soon it reached my
neck!  I didn't even have to bend forward to suck it as I licked
the head, now the size of an orange.  I opened my mouth wide and
stuffed the head in.  Pre-cum oozed from the tip, and it tasted
salty and sweet.  Delicious.  I took the rest of my clothes off
as I kept the head in my mouth.

	He moaned.  "Yeah, that's it.  Bob's Big Boy loves your
hot mouth.  Come on, stud.  Take more."

	I knelt before him, now jerking off my own eight-inch
tool.  I had been proud of my size until now.  I was able to
take a couple more inches before my jaw felt tired.  As I took
it out of my mouth, I asked, "How big is it?"

	"Twenty-six and a quarter inches long, and ten and a
quarter around."  He had a wickedly sexy smile on his face as
I stuffed his dick back in my mouth.  He grabbed the back of
my head and shoved about ten inches worth into my throat.  I
thought I'd gag, but I somehow managed to adjust to it.  More
and more of his dick slid in, until I had at least eighteen
thick inches of Robert's huge dong.  "Oh, man, you're fuckin'
good!  Don't stop, don't stop!"

	I had to catch my breath, so I took it out, then shoved
it back in.  I kept this up for over ten minutes, and I thought
he would've cum by now.  Instead, he took his cock out and said,
"Now Bob's Big Boy wants to enter your drive-through window."

	No way, I thought!  He couldn't fuck me with that giant
cock, could he?  But I wanted him.  I wanted to feel him fill me
with his monster prick.

	He sat on the bed and rubbed his cock against his face.
He licked the shaft and head, and I joined in.  He said, "Sit on
him.  You've got him all lubed up, now let him in."

	I was a little freaked by the way he referred to his cock
like it was a person, but who was I to argue?  I almost came myself
when I felt the huge head touch my sphincter.  I jumped on the bed
and stood on it, my cock in Robert's face.  He began sucking it as
I lowered myself onto his shaft.  I grabbed it and guided it in.

	The pain was intense at first, but once the first inches 
were in me I got comfortable.  Then he reached my prostate, and I
shot my wad down his throat.  He drank every drop, then said, 
"Your cum tastes almost as good as mine."

	I kissed him as more and more of his dong slipped inside
me.  I was in exquisite agony and had to bite down my screams of
ecstasy.  Suddenly he grabbed me, still impaled on his giant cock.
He lifted me up and threw me on the bed.  He fucked me fiercely,
slamming his massive shaft further in me.  I reached down, and he
still hadn't stuffed every inch of his cock into me.  Sweat dripped
from him onto me, and I was lost in the rapture of being fucked by
the most incredible man on the planet!

	To my shock, I felt his cock expand even bigger inside me.
He saw the look in my eyes.  "Yeah, buddy, it's up to thirty inches
now!  Take it, take it all!"  I still don't know how, but I must've
shifted my body around somehow, because the next thing I knew I was
feeling his pubic hairs and huge, heavy balls the size of grapefruit
slapping my ass.  I had thirty inches of freak cock in me, and the 
next thing I knew I was cumming all over myself.  My face, hair, chest
were covered in my cum.

	Robert began pulling himself out, and I felt like I was
being turned inside out.  Inch after massive inch left me, and I
saw some blood on his shaft.  He pulled the rest out quickly, and
I felt like I'd been vacuumed.  He stroked once, twice, then 
moaned loudly as cum spewed from his dick like lava from a volcano.
It hit the ceiling, the wall behind me, and me.  Soon the sheets
were covered in cum, as was I.  His heavy, hairy balls looked sore.


	He fell atop me, kissing and licking me all over.  His limp
dick rested on my belly.  After a few minutes, I said, "You are the
greatest superstud in the world."

	He smiled shyly and said, "You're not so bad yourself."

	I spent the rest of the night with him, his magnificent
cock invading me orally and anally again and again.  I was amazed
by his stamina, but obviously he'd done this before.  When I woke
up the next morning, I gave him a morning wake-up call by sucking
his dick until he shot another thick wad of cum into my mouth.

	When I left, he wanted to give me five-hundred dollars
for the wonderful night, but I didn't want to feel like a whore.
I told him he gave me the biggest tip I'd ever received already.
But he did give me a special picture of him, one with him wearing
a police uniform with his giant dick hanging out the zipper.  He
autographed it to me with the words, "One the best fucks of my
life."  I keep it in a special place and look at it every night,
hoping that I might find a man like him one day.

	And whenever I visit a Bob's Big Boy, I smile.