Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 00:42:47 -0700
From: Muscle Daddy Bear <muscle.daddy.bear.1@gmail.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 15: Five Card Stud Dad Pt.3

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 15

Five Card Stud Dad Pt.3


	"...t' have that talk with him if he's at that age where he's gonna be wash-
ing his sheets in the mornings before we get up."  I heard Mom say the next day as
I approached the kitchen for breakfast.
	"It was prob'ly just a wet dream, but I guess you're right."  Dad responded.
"Not t'day, since I have t' go in t' work.  But, sometime this week or this weekend.
	"Brian!  Hope you slept well!"  Mom said way too brightly with a grin on her
face that earned a sharp look from Dad as I walked in.
	"Hun..." Dad said in her direction, then turned to me.  "I have t' go t' work,
but Mom has some shoppin' t' do for organizin' the attic.  You'll help her out with
that, won't ya, son?"
	"Oh, sure."  I played ignorant of overhearing their earlier conversation.
	We returned to the house two hours and twenty two plastic bins later.
	A truck was parked next door at John and Chelsea's house, a married couple
who'd moved in two months before.  They were out of town for a week, though, and
their garage door was open.
	"You must be Mr. Foss, Chelsea's father."  Mom called over as she got out of
the car.
	I'd heard my mom and our neighbor Chelsea talking about Chelsea's father.
She was worried about him.  His wife, her mother, passed away from a long illness
three years ago.  All he did since was work on his hobby of restoring antique clocks
and finish the room addition on their house he'd started before she'd gotten sick.
He stayed in good physical shape, but rarely left the house.  The man standing in
the driveway across from ours was very definitely in great shape.  He kind of had
the look of a human army tank whose body was pelted with thick curling hair that
glinted and shone brightly in the sun.
	"Ah!  And, you must be Mrs. Davidson."  The stocky man who was deeply tanned
with a close-cropped fringe of brown-red hair around his otherwise bald head and
full bushy beard crossed the distance between us.  One bulky muscular hairy arm
held tightly to a crutch under one shoulder as he limped closer.  Damp curling cop-
per hair swirled and thrust out from the tan skin of his arms and legs where they
extended from the cut off sleeves of his plaid shirt and worn khaki shorts.
	Even with the crutch, Mr. Foss appeared to be a very strong lumbering man.
	"It's a pleasure.  With my daughter and son-in-law vacationing, I brought
more of her stuff from home that's gonna go in her attic t' give me more room in
mine.  I just hadn't intended on tearin' my kneecap loading the truck for the trip."
	"Chelsea said you were coming and Brian would be glad t' help, wouldn't you."
	"Oh, sure!"  I said with a smile.
	I liked Mr. Foss...his heavily bearded and browed face with its bright pale
blue eyes and crow's feet crinking at the corners...his beefy limbs with their own
"beard" covering every inch of skin...and, the musky male scent poring off him from
laboring with moving the boxes from his truck left me a little enthralled with the
older muscular bulldog of a man.
	"Oh, I couldn't.  It'll be slower than usual, but I can get it all myself."
Mr. Foss protested.
	My eyes fell to the thatch of burnished curls exploding from the vee in his
shirt and traveled down to find a half inch rip in his shorts right next to the fly.
	"I'd like to," I jerked my eyes up to his, "I don't have anything else t'
do t'day."
	"You can get the storage bins from the car later.  Why don't you go ahead n'
help Mr. Foss with his boxes now."  Mom suggested.
	"Oh sure."  I responded with a smile.
	"Well, okay then.  I'll try to have him home quickly for you."  Mr. Foss said
to Mom.
	"Oh, no rush, I'm in no hurry."  Mom smiled and then headed toward the house,
"I have a number of calls t' make anyway."
	"Well, I'd given up on gettin' the boxes into my daughter's attic, but I may
be able t' accomplish that after all with your help."  Mr. Foss grinned me almost
face to face.  He seemed so much larger than me in muscular width, but his height
was a couple inches shorter than my own of 5'8".
	He showed me which box to get, and then led me to where I would put it down.
	As I worked, I began turning to find Mr. Foss' eyes on me in a way that felt
the same as the way Dad looked at me lately...a kind of hidden interest that made
my blood race a little inside my veins.
	I began to wonder about older married men.  Was I mis-reading things, or did
they all share an interest in something new and usually out of their reach?
	It was quickly becoming hard to think, though.  The closeness to this man a
decade older than my own father, muscular and hairy, damp and sweaty in the summer
heat, and the rich musky smell of him crowding around me.
	I glanced, when I could do so unnoticed, at the rip in his shorts...at times
seeing nothing but shadow, at others a hint of curling dark copper hair, and at still
other times, a flash of fleshy meat swinging against the small opening.
	My dick hardened inside my shorts, but the closeness of him gave me no chance
to rearrange it.  I could picture what I looked like in my mind...my tank top barely
meeting the waistband of my gym shorts, the thin material clinging to my sweaty
skin, my hard dick laying inside my briefs across my hip pressing outward against
the soft fabric.  Even without looking up as I turned with the each box, I could
see from the corner of my eyes, Mr. Foss' gaze drop and stay on my crotch as I moved
past him.
	On the sixth box, something nearly made him lose his balance.  I dropped the
box in my hands and grabbed for his shoulder to steady him.
	His face pinched tight with pain as sweat broke in across his forehead and
he hissed air inward through barely parted lips.  Eyes squeezed shut, he muttered
quietly, "Shit, that kind'a hurt."
	His face was a shade paler than before when he opened his eyes, "Must've caught
my shorts on somethin' sharp on the tailgate.  Well, let's keep goin'...I'm okay."
	I bent to pick up the box.  On my way to stand back up, my face came level
with an l-shaped tear in his shorts four inches in length on each side.  The corner
was right where the original rip had been.  Now. three inches of thick fat cock, a
portion of a heavy ball sack, and a riot of dark copper hair were clearly displayed
as if a voyeuristic curtain had been peeled open.
	Still riding out the pain of nearly falling and clutching his crutch for bal-
ance, it was clear he had no idea a good section of his hefty cock was now exposed.
And...I certainly wasn't gonna tell him and lose the chance to eye his heavy meat.
	We got the rest of the boxes from his truck and inside the garage when he
suggested we take a rest and get something to drink.
	I followed him through the glass outer door inside the house and sat at the
dining room table as he pulled two Pepsi's from the fridge.
	"I'll just stand," he advised as he handed a can to me, "as gettin' back up
is a real pain...literally."
	"Oh...no..."
	I turned to answer and found my eyes aimed right at the older man's crotch.
Supporting his weight on his good leg, he leaned against the bar facing me, propped
his crutch against it, and crossed his bad leg over the good at the ankle.  I watch-
ed wide-eyed as one fat round hair-coated ball rolled up and out of the tear in Mr.
Foss' shorts.
	His shorts pulled tight caused another result as well.  The three inches of
exposed thick male cock swelled from the opening.  The tear pulled back to the base
of it where long straight-ish crotch hair fringed the root of that big cock.  More
than that, Mr. Foss' stance and the taut legs of his shorts revealed another five
to six inches of fat cock snaking down the inside of his leg that ended in a wide
shaprly-defiined head that looked huge on its own.
	I stared as the whole heavy length plumped and a small wet spot formed where
the tip of the head lay.
	...problem."  I gulped in continuing the response I'd started and pulled the
Pepsi to my mouth.  I forced myself to draw my eyes up and away from Mr. Foss' un-
knowingly displayed thick mule dick.
	I looked up to find Mr. Foss with his can tipped back, his throat muscles
working powerfully as he drank swallow after swallow to down his can in one move.
	"Finished?"  He dropped his can, set it on the counter, and smiled.
	"Oh!  Just a sec."  I imitated his downing of the drink and then stood up to
follow him back out the door and into the garage.
	"Think we can get them up there?"  He stopped in the middle of the room and
looked upward.
	"Well, sure."  I answered, happy to find a way to spend more time with the big
man and his accidentally exposed equipment.
	"Flip on the light switch next to the door and then hit that button beside
it."  Mr. Foss ordered without turning around.
	I walked back to the glass door we'd just come back through and was struck
for the first time by the mirror-like relfection of myself.  Everything was clear-
ly visible in the glass down to the hard prick making a pronounced horizontal lump
across my crotch.
	Had Mr. Foss seen his own reflection in the same way?  Was he now aware of
the fact his cock and ball sack were openly exposed through the tear in his shorts?
	I did as I was told and the garage door came down to seal off the room and
reveal a trap door to the attic as the overhead light came on.
	I turned and stared at the man to find the questions in my mind forced to
the back by the sight of him standing in the middle of the garage.
	Wide shoulders capped on each side by muscle much like softballs or canta-
loupes were coated in thick curling coppery hair that flowed down thick muscular
arms that flared like cobras from his wrists to his elbows.  Big hands with long
wide knobby fingers hung heavily at his sides as if the weight of those meaty paws
pulled them down toward the ground.  His shirt hung from his shoulders straight
down to where the hem met his shorts.  No sign of his larger stomach from the front
showed from the back.  His shorts sat high on a strong wide ass and then fell to his
knees where hair burst out once again to coat thick bulky calves and curl over the
socks that slid into tennis shoes which looked about five sizes bigger than my own
and much wider.
	From the back, without seeing the smile lines around his eyes, he easily
looked as if he was in his early thirties.
	He also looked much like every guy next door...the ones pushing a lawn mower
or washing their cars with a garden hose...ones that you waved 'hi' to, but never
really looked at.
	However, Mr. Foss looked like one that spent a lot of time in the gym or do-
ing heavy work...a man you couldn't help taking a second look at.
	"Grab that ladder n' pull it over here."  Mr. Foss pointed to an aluminum
ladder in the far corner of the garage and shook me from the appreciation for his
strong mature body that had sidetracked my mind.
	I hauled it over and opened it up.  It came within about two feet of the at-
tic opening.
	"Climb up and see what you think."  He added.  "I'll steady the ladder."
	I climbed up to the top, pushed the door up and over, and looked inside to
see there should be no problem getting the boxes up and stored inside.
	"It looks empty in there."  I reached down, bent at the waist, to grab the
top of the ladder and steady myself for the climb down.  I glanced at Mr. Foss'
face to find his eyes roving quickly up the backs of my legs, over my butt, and back
down again.  His lips were slightly parted and his flashing eyes were intense even
in their hurried movements.
	I was holding onto the sides and climbing back down as the back of my left
hand brushed across cloth and then exposed flesh as I heard Mr. Foss' voice stop my
descent.
	"So, that look doable?"  I looked over to find his face and eyes up on the
attic door.  I slid my eyes down to find his fat cock pressed against the back of
my hand.
	"Yeah," I looked back up with him, "should be easy."
	"Well, let's get to it, then."  He raised his left arm to look at his watch,
then lowered it and looked back at me...the action slid his cock a couple inches
across the back of my hand and then back again.  I could have sworn I felt it flex
during its movement back, but that might have been my imagination.
	I grabbed a box and began back up the ladder.  Placing it up and through the
attic door, I climbed back down...sliding my hands down the sides...sliding the back
of my left across the exposed thick meat of Mr. Foss's fat cock on purpose this time.
	After several trips and climbing back down once again, my hand felt his full
length pulled from the torn opening in his shorts.  Grabbing a new box and turning
toward the ladder, I almost stopped in my tracks at the massive size and male beau-
ty of Mr. Foss' heavy meat.
	Thick and wide, it was almost as tanned as the rest of him.  It hung like a
huge flesh firehose crowned by a long fat helmet-shaped head of the same color.  It
had to be nine inches soft, easily, and it hung outside the tear in his shorts as
if daring me to ignore it.
	I wanted to touch it, to feel it in my hand, to rub it against my face, to
take in in my mouth.  I did none of those and simply carried the box to the top of
the ladder and then began coming back down.
	Somewhere in those few steps, I made a decision.
	As my hand neared Mr. Foss fat heavy cock, I turned my hand to cup and stroke
that wide impressive meat down to the fat head.
	An iron grip attacked my wrist and stopped its motion almost painfully at the
broad powerful head of that huge thick cock.
	I kept my eyes down and my feet in place on the rungs, fear prevented me from
moving anything.
	"I'm sorry.  Please, forgive me."  His voice was quiet, dark, harsh.  I just
nodded without lifting my eyes.
	"Another box..."  He added after a short silence.
	I walked to one of the last four boxes, picked it up, and turned to find his
eyes dropping nervously from my face to the floor in front of me.  A thick vein in
his neck and one on one side of his forehead pulsed rapidly, and his chest rose and
fell more quickly than before.
	I'd expected to find his cock shoved back inside his shorts.
	I was wrong.
	It hung right where it had been before.  Only, now, it arched a bit from its
formerly heavy downward straight line and eased away from his thigh slightly.
	I carried the box over with my heart beating so hard it felt as if it would
beat right through my chest and made my way up to place the box inside the attic.
	As I neared him on my way back down a big hand reached for my wrist and slid
my hand over his wide muscular cock again.
	I stopped, poised between rungs and lightly moved my curved hand up and down
his fat length.
	"Another box..."  He said again, soft..quiet..and breathless, and I moved
for another.
	When I turned to come back, Mr. Foss' thick cock was almost level with the
floor at his feet.
	He took my wrist again on my way back down to lead me to stroke his almost
rigid meat as it swayed heavily in front of him.
	My hand began getting slick with drool from the huge head of his long beefy
cock when he directed me to get the last box.
	Pulling the trap door to close the opening to the attic, I began my last trip
down the ladder.
	I felt hot, as if my whole body had a fever, and my head swam with what was
happening inside that closed garage.
	Once again, he moved my hand to his hard sweaty cock as I neared him.
	This time, I reached for him as I stepped off the ladder and dropped to my
knees in front of the big older hairy man in front of me.
	The huge helmet-shaped head of his thick stocky cock was wet, glistening, and
drooling a thick line of precum down a few inches from the wide deep piss slit and
toward the floor.
	I leaned forward and slid my mouth over that fat drooling head and savored
the thick rich salty taste of him as his body began to shudder.
	"No, Brian!"  Big strong fingers grabbed into the hair on my head and yanked
to pull me off him.
	"NO!!!  I'm...UNNNNNNHHHHH!!!!"
	I fisted my hands into the sides of his shorts and ignored the stinging in my
scalp as I refused to be pulled off that huge beautiful cock and what was about to
pour from it.
	Still, I wasn't prepared for the sudden explosion as cum burst from Mr. Foss'
thick hard meat, blasted against the back of my throat, ricocheted against the in-
side of my mouth, flooded it instantly, and spewed from both corners of my lips and
out against his shorts before I could swallow.
	Then.....swallow, I DID!!!  As fast as I could!!!
	Blast after blast filled my mouth as I gulped it down my throat and into my
rapidly filling stomach as Mr. Foss' body began to shake and collapse over me.
	The hand in my hair released its grip and splayed thick fingers across the
top of my head for balance as the other reached desperately for the ladder.
	I opened my eyes to find the cum that had escaped my mouth on the first blast
in ropes sliding down his shorts.
	The huge amount of escaped cum seemed to emphasize the massive amount being
fed into my mouth and stomach, and drove the heat inside me up to make me suck and
nurse at his fat cock wildly...and to reach inside the tear of his shorts to haul
out his big round hairy balls and stroke and squeeze them for more of what his huge
cock had to give me.
	I don't know how long it went on.  It seemed as if his fat meat had an end-
less supply of cum to dump into my waiting hungry mouth.
	With my head spinning, I felt myself pulled off him and onto my feet.
	I was too dazed and overheated by the huge amount of cum poured into me to
think or resist.
	In a fog, I felt myself turned and draped at the chest over a rung of the
ladder as my gym shorts and briefs were slid down my legs.
	A rough hand slid over the cheeks of my ass and long thick fingers stroked
and probed the cleft in between.
	A groan rose up from my chest as the tender sensitive opening into my ass re-
sponded to the thick rough fingertips stroking across its soft yielding flesh.
	I turned my head to look over my shoulder and found Mr. Foss staring at my
face and not my butt where his hand stroked and caressed.
	I felt the flush of heat, desire, and need...for what I didn't know, except
just more of him.
	At the same time, I couldn't miss the more desperate need in his own...or,
the look of deep affection and almost love that seemed to go hand in hand with the
raging fire in his eyes as they moved sweetly over my face.
	For the first time, he really looked deeply handsome to me.  The heavy brows
over those pale shining blue eyes, the thick bristly mustache n' beard all in deep
copper and framing his strong square face.  He seemed all starkly muscularly heavily
male, but also caring gentle and rather protective.
	All at once, he took a deep breath as something changed in his face, as if
he'd made some decision...and, he leaned over me to capture my mouth with his.
	Inside, I knew this was new for him...a straight man married to the same wo-
man all his life.  I knew my mouth was coated with his own cum, and yet his wide
thick tongue slid inside to bathe and caress my own.
	The kiss deepened.  Feeling his hairy bearded mouth scratching the skin a-
round mine made me groan and squirm with excitement.
	So lost was I in the warm tender heat of that kiss, I barely registered his
moving behind me...barely registered him aligning his hips with mine...barely noted
the nudging of his cock at my tight young asshole.
	He pressed inward and met resistance.  I was now as sweaty with both need and
the heat of the enclosed garage, but still not slick enough to make his entry easy.
	Thick calloused fingers traced my cheeks and jaw, and then moved to stroke
remnants of cum over my tight hole after the pressure there moved away.
	In seconds, the pressure of his big dick was back...the kiss continuing
through it all as if my ass was an afterthought.
	A huge hand gripped my hip and then slid up my side to my shoulder and then
back down my spine.
	I pushed back for him...wanting what he wanted...trying to make myself open
for the big warm hairy man behind me.
	Instinctively, I began rocking my hips slightly forward and back...kissing
the huge head of his thick cock with my hole and sliding a bit more of it over him
with each movement.
	He seemed to hold still, locked in his deep kissing of my mouth and letting
me take the lead on the entry of his big hard meat into my smaller younger body.
	Suddenly, the huge head thrust through the tight ring of my ass as my mouth
opened inside the kiss and inhaled a deep shocked breath around the thick tongue
dueling affectionately with my own.
	Surprise, dull ache, and icy numbness raced through my body as Mr. Foss grab-
bed my jaw and dove deeper into the kiss.
	At the same time, his grip on my jaw held me in place as he slowly forced inch
after inch up of thick hard older meat inside my unprepared ass...completely ig-
norant in his experience to know it was too fast for my small hole to adapt to his
huge muscular width and length.
	I hyperventilated into his kiss, my hard on shrinking to nothing...still my
heart and my mind somehow had no desire to stop him.  Instead, I felt exactly the
opposite.  I wanted him to take me exactly how he wanted to take me.
	I rolled my hips on him as he pushed that big hard meat deeper.  I worked to
pull him further in and exhaled with a rumble deep in my chest when I felt his hairy
hips settle firmly against the smooth soft skin of my ass.
	I opened my eyes drowsily with heat as he pulled back from the kiss.
	His eyes were closed as his head reached back and his tongue slid across his
lips.
	He stayed like that, breathing shallow as he snaked that huge thick cock from
my tight clinging asshole.
	Then, his eyes popped open and wide as his big rough hands reached down to
grab my hips and slowly shove his fat hard hairy cock back up into me.
	"Oh god..."  He groaned, staring up at the ceiling as he hauled all that thick
meat out of me once again and then shoved back in balls deep in one ass-splitting
thrust.
	The force of it knocked the ladder from under me, and his hands quickly fum-
bled to save me from falling.
	He jerked me up from crashing to the floor and back against his big hard body.
	The change shoved his huge thick cock forward inside my body to press outward
against the inside of my groin and stomach.
	I ground back against him without realizing I was doing it at the wild crazy
sensation his cock pressing forward inside me set off inside my body.
	I could feel his stumbling gait as he walked me forward.  The movement only
increased the incredible feelings inside me as his cock pressed forward and now
side to side with each step.
	I could feel my prick rock hard again and threatening to explode with my load
each time the big hairy man moved us another step forward.
	I knew, but couldnt' really grasp, when we met the door and he reached past
me to open it and continue walking us inside.
	My tank top came over my head and was tossed to the ground.  I could barely
focus on it happening, but knew he'd done the same with his when dense wiry hair
began scraping my back from my waist up to my shoulders and the deep musky scent of
him grew stronger and more heady.
	I heard a chair tumble to the floor and eased my eyes open just enough to
see the dining room table under me as he bent me over it.
	He left me laying there in front of him as the rough skin of his fingers and
hands stroked my back, my shoulders, my arms, my neck, and my sides as his cock
flexed and jerked deep within my prone body.
	His touch was sweet, warm, and tender inspite of the rough feeling of his work-
roughened hands.
	I could tell when his hands slid down to the sides of my ass that he'd leaned
back and was now looking down to where his huge fat cock shoved my small teenage
asshole around his thick girth.
	The quiet groan of, "Ohhh godddd..." as he began easing his thick male meat
from inside me confirmed my thought he was watching his thick meat stuffing my tight
young hole.
	Still, the confirmation fled instantly as the feel of that wide column of im-
pressive masculine pride stroking slowly from my hole and pulling it outward with
him sent my brain flipping over inside my head.
	I groaned and reached my arms in front of me to curl my fingers against the
smooth surface of the table in a effort to somehow give me a physical grip on my
now tentative sanity.
	When the big tank of a man behind me thrust back in, a bowl of fruit on the
table tipped with the impact and a few oranges rolled out to cross the table and
fall to the floor.
	I felt as shaken and tipped as that bowl as Mr. Foss' huge cock barreled deep
into me again.
	I gasped at the thrusting impact and arched my head backward as he stroked
that huge cock back out of my clenching hole.
	Suddenly, I was a confused mass of tumbling arms and legs, a big fat throb-
bing cock twisting at my asshole and deep inside my body until I found myself on
my back and staring up at the rugged bearded face of the older man above me.
	He reached over and jerked one tennis shoe off and then the other...ripped
a sock from one foot and then the second.
	Stepping back, he slowly slid his cock from my ass and shoved his shorts
down his legs.  All the while staring down at me as if not believing what he saw.
	I stared back feeling shock cross my face.
	His clothes didn't at all do justice to the hairy powerhouse body in front
of me.
	He looked like a proud golden gorilla standing there in all his muscular
glory.
	His chest that had been hidden by his shirt was high, thick, rounded, and
curved powerfully all the way up to his collar bones.
	Even from the front, his back was wide up high and vee'ed down to slender
hips only to flare back out at wide massive hairy thighs previously covered up by
his loose shorts.
	Dark golden red fur curled over all of him growing thicker and longer around
Mr. Foss' huge cock and above big pendulous balls hanging low in their hairy sack.
	At 5'6", his nearly ten inch cock would have looked much more "right" on a
man a foot taller.  Even so...what his body lacked in height, it more than made up
for in wide strong muscle and all that extremely male hair foresting his solid phys-
ique.  Somehow, it all added up t' his huge cock looking nothing short of perfect
on the handsome father of our neighbor.
	I could feel the expression on my face showing all my admiration and appre-
ciation for his hot, hairy, and pumped up body with white-hot desire as he moved
back against me.
	He thrust in again, carrying my legs up where they instictively wrapped a-
round his back as my hands reached up for his thick hard biceps.
	I stared back at him in new shock at several discoveries.  The power in the
strong bulging heavy muscle of his big arms...the dense hair under my hands...that
same thick curling hair coating his whole back and sliding against my smooth legs,
hands and feet...the hard hairy stomach abrading the underside of my prick and the
soft skin of my stomach...the huge hard nearly ten inch cock shoved up deep inside
my belly.
	"AHHHHHH!!!"  I cried as his bearded mouth crashed down upon mine in another
deep passionate kiss and he hauled his huge cock out of me to ram it back in.
	Suddenly, it seemed too much...too many sensations, too much shock at how
many ways this older man turned out to be hotter than hell itself, too many ways
in which he was making my body and mind melt underneath him.
	"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"  I cried again and turned my head to the side
from the kiss as he jerked his cock all the way out of me by accident and punched
back through my hole to barrel deep inside me again...his mouth sliding across to
my ear and his tongue diving inside before that treacherous hairy mouth slid down
and attacked my neck.
	Over and over, he pummeled his huge powerful cock in and out of me as my vis-
grew dark and small torn white pieces of paper seemed to float around me...groans
and cries from my chest became a constant crazed stream of warning I was going out
of my head.
	His thick massive cock slamming in and out of my insides, his hairy stomach
riding over and against my prick, his hairy back against my legs, and his hot beard-
ed mouth on my neck, the thick hairy muscle of his arms in my hands, the quiet bare-
ly-contained roar from his chest all blurred together until his big cock, thrashing
and flailing within my insides, began blasting thick splashing barrages of cum into
the soft walls inside my ass as he flooded me with his load and threw me over the
edge.
	Somewhere far off, I felt my body arching against his and the cum flying from
my prick into the sandwich of our stomachs, and heard the muffled cries from my
chest as I buried my face in the fur of his and held onto the big man for dear life.
	I writhed and bucked against his solid protective body as he thrashed and
rammed his huge exploding cock repeatedly inside my accepting and hungry one.
	I don't know how long we stayed like that...thrusting, jerking, spewing cum.
But, through it all, I kept hearing him quietly saying my name over and over with
his face buried into the curve of my neck.





(To be continued.)



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