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From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 14: Louisiana Uncle Russ Pt.5
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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 14
Louisiana Uncle Russ Pt. 5
I followed and caught up with Hoss quickly. He was walking slowly,
relaxed, with his hefty arms and shoulders rolling with the smooth stride of
his big dusty tan work boots. The only thing that told of the tension within
the muscular Turk was the repeated taut clenching and unclenching of the
big fist holding his keys.
He walked to the passenger side of an early eighties model Ford pick-
up with a relatively new coat of brilliant blue metallic paint. He unlocked
and opened the door before motioning me inside a cab that had recently
re-carpeted floors, new leather upholstered seats, and a dash that had clear-
ly been replaced with a modern one.
"We will see Uncle before we go to lunch." He mumbled in a deep bass
voice that reminded me of the guy that provided the voice for Darth Vader
in the Star Wars movies. The sound of it seemed to roll through my chest
and head in a way that left me feeling warm and nervous.
We drove out to what was the Barrilleaux home. It was a huge old plan-
tation style mansion set on its own city block on the outskirts of Lake
Charles with its front yard a war zone of landscaping equipment and sup-
plies.
Uncle Russ squeezed my shoulder when we approached, but continued
the phone conversation he was on. He motioned for me t' sit on a pile of
potting soil bags while I waited, and held a finger up in a 'just a minute'
signal to Hoss.
Two men were loading a small trailer behind a tractor mower when one
started the motor and turned on its headlights against the darkening gloom
of the storm rolling in.
The light from them came from behind Hoss and shot right into my eyes.
I put my hand over them against the glare and found myself staring into the
low-hanging cock and balls straining downward from Hoss' wide-braced
thick legs. The light from behind turned his gauze pants from plan soft
material into a shadowy sheer curtain.
Damn, did no men in Louisiana wear underwear???
I watched the whole package shift and sway when Hoss would look over
his shoulder and then turn back to Uncle Russ after they'd begun talking. I
figured it had to be a trick of the light that his balls seemed huge and the
crisp shadowed outline indicated they hung about five inches from Hoss'
crotch. What really seemed impossible, though, was the thick cock in front
of them that seemed to hang down yet another five inches! I could even see
the ridge clearly defined where the meaty head met the low-slung thick
shaft.
When Uncle Russ ended his call, the two men both turned to the side as
Uncle Russ pointed across the yard in darkening of the storm. For a short
time, the lights from the tractor mower blazed through his gym shorts also.
The effect wasn't nearly as clear as it was through the thin gauze of Hoss'
draping pants. It was obvious from where I sat, though, that Hoss' cock
more than matched Uncles Russ' in thick girth. In the black and whites
shadows of both men's clearly light-outlined equipment, I could see there
were differences...differences I studied with both fascination and a drying
mouth.
Uncle Russ' fat cock hung mostly straight down from his crotch, and at
about seven to eight inches of flaccid floppy meat. Hoss,' on the other hand
hung down about TEN, but seemed to curve and arch outward from his
body as if in a permanent state of partial excitement. Another thing was that
the proud head of Uncle Russ' cock flared out widely from the shaft and
made up about three inches of the huge meat. Hoss' seemed to flow from
the wide shaft with very little difference in width and appeared to be more
stocky in its length compared to Uncle Russ.'
I was jerked from my involved study of both men's thickly displayed
male tools when I heard Uncle Russ calling my name and felt him shaking
my shoulder. My vision had lost focus in contemplating the differences
between the two big men's heavy cocks, and I hadn't noticed him turn to me.
Uncle Russ explained that Hoss and I would pick up lunch for the three
of us, but that we would bring his back and then go back to the work site
where we'd been before unless the storm broke. If it did, Hoss would take
me back to his house as Uncle Russ didn't want me out in the storm while
he and his men covered and put away all the equipment.
Uncle Russ had gotten a call from Mom saying Aunt Ginny wasn't having
a good day. He was going to spend the rest of the day at the hospital and
give Mom a break if the storm broke. As Hoss had been to Uncle Russ and
Aunt Ginny's house before, he could take me there either when Uncle Russ
got home giving Mom a chance to rest and relax or when Mom got there.
With butterflies in my stomach and without looking over at the big Turkish
man for his reaction, I used concern for Mom resting to say I was fine with
spending the rest of the day with Hoss if he was.
Hoss must have given Uncle Russ some signal of agreement.
"Okay then, I'll see ya in a bit." Uncle Russ turned and walked away
at the same time as Hoss walked silently past me leaving me to follow his
broad shoulders once again to his truck.
I guess they had discussed lunch when I'd been lost in my close exam-
ination of their pendulous male equipment because we pulled up into the
parking lot of Leonard's Food Quarters where Uncle Russ had taken me
before. We were inside ordering when the storm let loose a torrent of rain,
lightning, and thunder.
Hoss mumbled in his deep dark voice that he'd not been to Leonard's
before and proceeded to study the varied menu displayed near the ceiling
behind the counter.
I stood beside him with my eyes cut to the side studying his face now
having an opportunity to do so without being noticed.
Christ, his body had been what I'd noticed before...but, taking in his strik-
ing middle eastern features left me rather stunned by how incredibly and
darkly handsome was the man standing beside me.
His hair was black with no blue or brown to it, just shiny silky black
and cut short so it lay close to his head and fringed lightly just over the
squared shape of his broad forehead.
He eyes were big, wide, and half-lidded as if he had just woken up and
was still half asleep. It gave him a drowsy relaxed look that left thoughts of
him lounging in bed stripped of all clothing sliding through every corner of
my mind.
Thick, long, black lashes lined the rims as did skin a bit darker than the
rest of his face almost as if done in a pencil to set off the brilliant white and
odd dark green-gold of his eyes themselves. Noticing the color for the first
time, I found myself struck by the way they made him seem even more
exotic and foreign than just from the striking mid-eastern structure of the
big man's intense face.
Over his eyes slashed thick heavy black brows that arched slightly upward
from the center two-thirds of the way across those big eyes to suddenly veer
downward dramatically in a way that gave his exotic masculine features a
look that was all at once both sexy and darkly severe.
A strong straight nose sat starkly male between high wide cheekbones
that were harsh and hard underneath the golden chocolate skin smoothed
over the stern planes making up the man's handsome face.
A thick dark and full mustache, parted slightly in the middle to reveal
full, fleshy, brownish dusty dark-pink lips before brushing downward to
cover the outer two thirds of his sensual upper lip.
A strong jaw angled from below smallish softly curved ears to a stub-
born jutting chin. The striking line of his jaw was bristled with a few days
growth of bristled beard that showed just a few flecks of golden brown and
silver.
Everything came together to form a face that much more belonged on
a magazine cover rather than beside me in sweaty landscaping gear.
I found myself feeling an odd sense of guilt and regret that I'd only paid
attention to the big man's physique and dropped my eyes in self-blaming
regret for not taking note of everything else that made him such a handsome
striking man.
When my eyes fell, I discovered something else I hadn't noticed before...
his hands.
They were HUGE! I thought both Uncle Russ and Francisco had big
hands, but they looked average in comparison to the wide muscled baseball
mitts extending from the long sleeves of Hoss' shirt.
Not only were they big, though, the backs of his hands and fingers were
covered in black furry ringlets that caught the light in the diner as if slicked
with oil.
The food came in white paper bags after a short time of waiting at the
counter. We grabbed everything and ran through the downpour to jump into
Hoss' older model pick-up.
We and the bags of lunch were drenched by the time we made it into
the cab. I shut my door quickly and peered out the window on my side.
"Wow! It's really comin' down hard!" I watched the sheets of rain all
but obliterating the view of the cars and trucks next to us.
"Yes." It was the first thing he'd said to me since we'd left the trailor
office, and hearing his deep smooth voice when I hadn't expect any response
surprised me into flicking my head around to look at him.
The absence of light caused by the storm left his strong dark features
heavily shadowed. Those big sleepy eyes held mine in a piercing way that
left it hard for me to breathe.
I fidgeted in my seat, uncomfortable under his quiet stern gaze. "So, how
long have you lived here?"
I asked the question feeling as unable to blink under the unmoving gaze
of those strangely colored eyes.
Those eyes never blinked or wavered from under his prominent brows
when he answered minimally, "Four years."
"Oh, did..."
I was interrupted...his deep severe voice stopped me from finishing my
question.
"We should get back." His eyes slid down to my chest before he exhaled
deeply, turned forward, and started the engine.
Hoss pulled from the parking lot and eased onto the street cautiously.
His eyes were intent on the road as we crept along...the low visibility
giving me the chance once more to cut my eyes discreetly to study the big
Turkish man.
I watched the muscles in this thick neck flex and ripple under his dark
golden skin. His jaw seemed to be grinding almost imperceptibly as he
drove in the pouring rain.
My eyes dropped lower.
His open long sleeved shirt hung at his sides and hid his chest, stomach,
and crotch from my view. It didn't, however, hide the rain soaked thin
gauze pants clinging to his wide thighs. Two thick muscles ran side by side
from his hip to his knee on the thigh nearest me. I watched as they flexed,
bulged, and relaxed in his shifting of the gears.
We eventually pulled in front what must've been the Barrilleaux home,
though I couldn't see ten feet from Hoss' truck in all the rain.
Hoss grabbed the wet paper bag with Uncle Russ' lunch and dove
out
of his truck into the downpour.
He disappeared almost immediately in the silvery sheets of rain.
Several minutes passed and I was staring aimless out the window when
the world lit up with a long stream of lightning followed by a drawn-out roll
of booming thunder.
I grabbed the dash and leaned forward at the bright pulsing light reveal-
ing Hoss' tall muscular physique jogging back to the truck. What I saw left
me sucking in a fast deep breath as my jaw dropped.
Now soaked to the bone, his draping gauze pants had become completely
see-through and the wind had them plastered down the front of his body.
There was no mistaking the thick ten inches of Turkish cock flopping
heavily left and right with each plodding step. No less mistakable were the
two almost tennis ball sized balls shifting and rolling with Hoss' pants ad-
hering to them like shrink-wrap.
All too soon, the lightning faded and Hoss' jogging form disappeared
from my view until he yanked the door open and threw himself inside.
Without a word or glance in my direction, he wiped the rain from his
big bedroom eyes and then drove away from the job site.
I wanted to talk to him...to draw him out. I wanted to change what
ap-
peared to be his clear dislike of me. I felt an ache inside me for this big
dark handsome man to notice and at least approve of me. I wasn't foolish
enough to think this man that was obviously and harshly straight could find
me attractive in the way I found him. I just wanted him to like me.
He was so dark, handsome, and sexy in my eyes that I also wanted to get
to know him better. He'd looked at me back in the parking lot at Leonard's
in a way I couldn't read, but that might have held at least some kind of in-
terest.
With Uncle Russ, I'd been discovering that I was attracted to him.
But, I'd thought it was only him...not that I was attracted to men in general.
The situation with cajun Francisco, while completely different from what
was going on with Uncle Russ, clearly said my sexual interest in men wasn't
just relegated to my handsome redheaded uncle.
I'd been impressed with Francisco's older beefy physique and the odd
coloring as well as the dense thickness of his body hair. But, I didn't think
of him as handsome, nor see him as someone with whom I would be excited
to spend time.
Hoss, like Uncle Russ, intrigued and attracted me in many ways.
I struggled with trying to come up with something to say that would
sound relaxed and natural in starting a conversation with the muscular
Turkish man.
"Is it far to your house, Hoss?"
"Hassam." Was the only answer I got.
In the loud drumming of the rain on the ceiling of the cab, I wasn't sure
I'd understood him.
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
"Hassam. My name is Hassam." His voice was deep and severe, but
not angry. His eyes never left the rain-shrouded road in front of us.
"Oh, sure...Hassam. Hassam, is your house far?" I asked again, feeling
and sounding even to my own ears like an annoying adoring younger
brother.
"Somewhat." Was the only response I received.
We drove along in silence after that until he turned onto another road
that seemed to be lined with trees and brush from what I could see of it
through the rain.
Less than a minute later he parked the truck.
"Americans shorten everything. A man's name can carry honor
and
pride. Hassam is a name that has been in my family for generations, and I
don't care to have it abbreviated. It is my preference."
Somehow, I felt educated rather than chastised.
Hassam finally turned his face toward me, his eyes roamed down my
torso and then returned to my face with no expression on his own.
"There are stairs. You will follow me."
"Yes sir." I gulped slightly. There was something older, mature, and
almost fatherly in the way he spoke and looked at me. It confused me
some. It disappointed me. I felt I must've misread his face in Leonard's
parking lot. It seemed he held no interest in me even on a passing level
beyond simply babysitting me for my uncle.
He opened his door and dashed out and around to my side as I got out
and reached back in for the wet paper bags of food.
Hassam jogged in front of me through a yard that was little more than
a clearing.
Only about ten steps from the truck, the bags gave way and all their con-
tents spilled on the ground.
Not seeing this, Hassam continued on until he reached the steps and
turned to find me trying to pick up all the spilled containers.
He jogged back and lifted me by the arm while raising his voice above
the rain to tell me to just leave it all.
I lost my balance standing back up and fell sideways into the muddy
ground only to have him reach for my arm again and lift me back to my
feet.
He moved me in front of him and pointed forward.
I took off and came to steps that went up a older barn-like building to
a second floor.
The steps ended on a landing that turned to the right onto a large cov-
ered deck.
I didn't have time to take it all in. As I stopped in the middle and start-
ed to turn around, warm hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it
over my head.
Without thinking, I responded by kicking off my shoes and opening my
cut-off shorts.
Hassam came around and moved past me to the other side of the deck
that was sectioned off by a banister that matched that of the rest of the
deck. He leaned past the railing and turned two faucets I hadn't noticed.
Water came cascading down from an ceiling-fixed shower head. He
reached a large hairy hand into the falling stream and adjusted the faucets
until he seemed satisfied with the temperature.
I just stood there, naked and unsure, as he turned back to me.
His eyes ran quickly up and down me before turning to look out through
the rain, motioning me inside the shower area with a tilt of his head before
he hurried past me.
I got under the warm running water and turned to find him hurriedly
kicking off big bulky untied work boots. He yanked off his socks, his long
sleeved shirt, and his t-shirt...a small pile of rain-soaked clothes forming at
his feet on top of the pile of mine.
Hassam untied a drawstring at his waist and then pulled his wet pants
off one widely muscled leg and then the other. He straighted back up with
them held in front of him over his crotch when time stopped for me.
Jesus!!!
He....he....he....
Holy shit!!!
He was nothing like I expected.
I'd thought Hassam looked like a big bodybuilder, but that wasn't the
case
at all.
He was big...BIG! But, not like a magazine cover except for his darkly
handsome and exotically striking masculine face. He seemed to be all
chest, shoulders, arms, and legs. His body was huge, powerful, sloping, and
sleek...not covered in tightly bound, harshly defined, and striated muscle.
Heavy thick arms fell from cannonball shoulders that then sloped up-
ward towards his neck in powerful muscle that rose atop his back. Meaty
pecs curved outward from his collar bone to just below dusty brown nip-
ples. His legs were wide and heavily muscled, but not over-sized as I'd
originally thought.
What set it all off like the lightning crashing through the sky, though,
was the extreme wealth of thick, black, curling ringlets of hair exploding
over the big Turk's wide physique.
Starting over the tops of stocky toes and brawny feet, all that hair climb-
ed Hassam's legs as if trying to reach his shoulders. Where his thighs join-
to his hips, the hair disappeared and gave way to dark glowing coppery
skin.
From behind the pants gripped over Hassam's big cock and balls, his
crotch fanned out in a lush mass of wet curls that hid the skin below.
Over that, the thick twisting mass of hair climbing Hassam's legs re-
turned rush out over his stomach, chest, forearms, hands, and shoulders...
leaving only the front of his biceps and a small section of the front of his
shoulders free of the swirling blanket of rich thick ringlets.
It seemed time had come to life again, but only in draggingly slow mo-
tion while my eyes, body, and mind took in the full sight of him.
When my eyes...drunk dizzy and overwhelmed, slid up to his face...I
found Hassam looking back at me in a way that almost seemed as if he were
patiently waiting for me to finish my blatant perusal of his magnificent
physique.
We stayed like that, neither moving and eyes locked in a way that
said
nothing but raised a number of blurred distant questions in my mind.
I watched as a muscle in the big dark man's thick neck twitched and then
noted a slow swallowing movement in his throat. Seeing that, I realized
Hassam's eyes never left my face...never traveled down my body...never
glanced away from my own.
His full sensual lips parted behind his wide downwardly angled black
mustache while he took a slow breath from between them.
"There is soap above the faucets." His voice was quiet and deep with
the words delivered slow and as if there was something else he'd have rather
said.
"Okay." My throat was closed almost too tightly to respond.
"I will get towels."
Hassam dropped his eyes from mine and turned to a sliding glass patio
door I hadn't even noticed before.
The action left my eyes glued to his back as he disappeared inside the
house.
Where from the front all that wonderful thick dark hair faded at his hips,
from the back it just continued up a big wide meaty muscular ass and then
coated the wide expanse of his back, shoulders, and arms. The effect was
that of watching a living carpet of twisting swirling black hair over a
hulking muscular frame walking away from me.
I jerked my eyes down to my crotch in fear only to find that my fascina-
tion with Hassam's thick hairy physique had left me too overwhelmed to re-
act below the waist, thankfully.
I grabbed the soap and lathered up quickly, rinsing off just as Hassam
came back out the door he'd left open.
A thick bright gold-colored towel was wrapped around his waist and
he had toweled off to where all that lush male hair fluffed out like a black
full-body halo around his strong wide physique.
He handed me a deep emerald green one, "Something to drink?
Water? Tea?"
"Tea. Tea would be great." I answered back unsettled, confused, and
cautious.
"I will be inside." He left the deck and moved back through the open
door.
I dried off quickly, glancing around the deck and noting the simple wood
benches lining the railing with ferns at each corner. I wasn't prepared for
what was to come as I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked
through the patio door and into Hassam's home.
I just stood inside taking it all in.
Unlike any other home I'd been in, the entrance led right into Hassam's
bed and bathroom. It was all one big room with a four poster bed of clean
black lacquer slender framing on the left wall, a long black double sink
vanity with a walk-through into the next room on each side in front of me, a
big black porcelain roman tub...black tiled open shower...and black
porcelain toilet on the left side of the room the wall of which was solid floor
to ceiling windows , and all of it it black, chocolate brown, and tan.
The only place that wasn't black, brown, and tan was the bed itself.
White sheets and pillowcases with a brilliant violet-red comforter folded
into thirds as the foot of the bed drew all the attention in the room.
I turned and slid shut the door behind me thinking of Uncle Russ telling
me Hassam came from a wealthy Turkish mega-yacht building family.
Attempting to act casually about seeing his home, I walked across a huge
cushy and intricate Persian rug to one of the walk-throughs into the next
room.
I was stopped dead in my tracks inside the door frame.
The rest of Hassam's home was yet another big room that was the
kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one.
Right in front of me was the living room which was nothing more than
a huge space taken up entirely by a double-deep oversized square couch
that surrounded a huge tan brick fire pit with a black hood rising over in and
up into the twelve foot beamed ceiling. The couch was a light tan color
with a mass of black, brown, and tan pillows lining the back with an
opening in the center in front and across from me to walk through.
Each side of that part of the room was made up of the same floor to ceil-
ing windows as in the bedroom along the tub and shower wall. Unlike in
the bedroom...two-thirds of the way up to the ceiling, chocolate brown
beams criss-crossed each other in wide frames with small lights set inside
here and there.
With the dark hardwood floor and large open area feel, the effect was
completely masculine and inviting even without the fire being lit.
My mouth formed a silent, "Wow," before I moved from the doorway
to walk around the big couch area further into the room.
Hassam was behind a heavy natural wood table about twenty feet long
and three feet wide with six small unlit candles in glass holders of varying
brilliant colors running its length and four chairs on either side.
With his wide muscular hair back and shoulders to me, Hassam was work-
ing at a black granite counter-top set in rough natural wood cabinets that
matched the dramatic yet simple dining table.
"I am making borek...Turkish...meat, cheese, spices, flaky dough..." He
must have noticed my coming into the room, but kept working instead of
turning around.
That sounded good, and I said so.
I heard sizzling and began to smell something smoky and spicy in the
air. On the other side of the sink centered in the counter top from where
Hassam worked was a stove top that blended in so well I hadn't noticed it
before. A frying pan was on top and clearly the source of the engaging
aroma coming from the kitchen area.
Silence stretched out with only the quiet sizzling the background.
"Your place is really nice. You must've spent a whole lot on it. It's ama-
zing." I offered as a compliment only to have Hassam turn around with a
look that flashed across his face as if to say it was rude for me to have men-
tioned cost.
The look quickly left his face like he'd made a decision to ignore what
he considered a blunder on my part. He turned back to working on the
meal.
"I do this all myself. It is my hobby...calming. I like this work with wood,
the land, and plants. It is good for the soul to make something...ummm...
special, from what nature provides."
I sat silently processing the quiet depth of what he'd said before asking
if I could help with anything...eager to try to develop some kind of
conversation and friendship with the bigger man.
He turned and pulled out a chair on the kitchen side of the table with a
motion of his hand for me to sit saying simply, "You are a guest."
I felt dismissed, and watched him work in silence.
After a while, he spoke again.
"You are from Texas. You like it here in Louisiana?"
"Yes..." I stuttered in surprise. It was the first time Hassam had given
any indication of any interest in talking with me. "...very much."
"What brought YOU here?" I added, eager to draw him out now that
he'd given me at least a small opportunity.
"Weather and my sister."
Getting him to talk was like pulling teeth.
"How is it different from Turkey?"
"Turkey is a big country, but I am from Istanbul...very crowded, very
hot...mostly tall buildings and streets."
"And, you like landscaping?" My mind was racing with how to keep
him talking, though his answers were clipped and brief.
"It is the most reason I came here."
I watched his big hands move and work. I loved the way the hair at the
juncture of his wrists and hands thickened and bunched together with his
movements. I also loved looking down his legs to where his large feet
gracefully balanced the massive body above them. It seemed as if every
part of him shouted 'sex' in my head.
"What do you like most about it?" I realized I hadn't spoken in a while.
"Everything. It is irrigation, the drip system, I am mastering now. Your
uncle, he allows me to learn each part so I will one day know it all."
Hassam turned his dark handsome face and wide stern eyes over his shoul-
der to me. "And, do you like landscaping?"
"Oh yes," I answered quickly and found I was being honest as well, "I
love that you can take something and make it great by knowing what to do
and where."
Hassam just held my eyes intently as if considering my statement intent-
ly.
Just when I was beginning to feel uncomfortable under his dark steady
gaze, he added, "It is the same for me."
"What is of most interest for you?" He asked almost as if testing me
in some way.
"Well, I guess the drip systems you mentioned. Francisco..."
"Francisco is not a good man, there is no honor in him." I watched the
muscles in Hassam's arms, shoulders, neck, and face tighten before he turn-
abruptly back to his work.
He finished our meal without further conversation and put the square
pastries he'd called 'borek' into the oven.
He heated two glass mugs of water, dropping a tea bag into each before
turning to hand me mine.
It was the first time he'd really faced me since I entered the house. A
long thick bulge curved his towel outward between Hassam's thighs. It was
hard to keep from staring.
"I had an American friend when I was your age, Stan. He was very much
like you in many ways. His father worked for my family's company for
many years."
"Do you keep in touch?" I felt there was something in the sudden turn
of the conversation I should be noticing, but didn't see what.
"No." Hassam's face closed up instantly, his dark eyes becoming hard
and unreadable. "The deck will be nice with the rain."
It came across a bit like an order with Hassam moving past me and to-
ward the bedroom and deck. I followed wondering if it was possible to feel
comfortable and relaxed around the big unsettling man.
We sat outside commenting from time to time on the temperature and
the volume of rain until the timer for the oven went off.
We retreated silently back inside to eat with me complimenting the spicy
meat-filled pastries and Hassam saying little.
Afterward, he put the dishes in the sink and then leaned over with his
hands fisted atop the counter on either side of him.
"What you do with Francisco...you do this often?" He body had gone
rigid, his back ramrod straight.
My mouth dropped open, and I merely stared at his wide furry back blin-
king in surprise as embarrassed heat filled my face.
"I came to the door and saw." It was the only thing he offered in expla-
nation.
"No...I....." Words failed me and I didn't even know where to begin in
trying to answer him.
"You like Francisco?"
"No....it was...."
"Well?" He demanded softly, but firmly.
"He...he kind'a forced me."
"You said, 'no'?" Even though I couldn't see it, I would swear a thick
eyebrow dubiously raised itself up high on his forehead.
"No...I...I didn't know how t'....I haven't done anything like..."
"There is no honor in doing such things with someone when you have
nothing inside for them. You do not like Francisco, then?"
"No." I said simply, dropping my head as feelings of guilt and shame
washed over me.
"These things...these things such as you do with Francisco today, they
should not be done with someone who has no honor or respect for or from you.
These things, they are for someone who sees only you in a room with hundreds.
They are for someone you see only, though many others stand near. To do other-
wise is to take something beautiful from God and make it no more than dirty
animals in the street. To join the soul through the body, this is a high gift.
I did not like to see you like that...to see you with that man in that way.
You are young, beautiful. To join your soul and your body, it should....it
should........it should not be like that."
Just then, he turned. The look in his big eyes reflected the light in a
way that was too bright, too saddened, too concerned, and too something else I
couldn't explain or understand.
I just looked down at the hands in my lap unable to answer in my shame
and embarrassment.
"Tom."
I looked up and across at him.
"Why are you being nice t' me?" I asked before I knew the words were
coming out. For some reason the depth and maturity of his words had left
my eyes stinging with despair over how he must view me.
"Why is this that you like me?" His eyes remained intent and gave no-
thing away of what was going on behind them.
"You're....you're different. You're quiet and kind'a mysterious t' me.
I feel curious t' know more about you. And," I answered tentatively...unsure
of my answer, but afraid to do anything but tell the truth...and, forgetting he hadn't
first answered MY question, "you're very handsome, big, and strong.
That was before, though. Now... I dunno. The way you see things. The
way you feel about things. I've never met anyone who is anything like
you."
Suddenly, everything changed about him....softened...relaxed.
"It is warm, but still nice to enjoy the rain with a fire I think." He moved
and eased my chair from the table as I stood in an automatic response.
Moving to the fire pit, he turned a knob in the brick work that started a
clicking sound followed by blue flames igniting under the wood stacked in-
side.
I sat down quietly on the edge of the sectional, watching the wood warm
and turn orange-gold where the blue flames lapped at the edges.
"The towels, they are still damp," Hassam turned to look down at me.
He unwound the towel at his waist and dropped it on the brick
border.
His hair-crowded body was bared in front of me in all its dark muscular
splendor. His long heavy Turkish cock and big furry balls lay right in my
direct line of sight.
A big hand, fur covering the back and the backs of his long thick fingers,
came up and pointed one of those long wide fingers at my towel.
"The damp...it is not good for the couch."
Recognizing his meaning, I stood and removed my towel, placing it on
top of his.
I stood there staring at my own feet...feeling small and insignificant in
front of this man who possessed such a huge physique, mind, heart, and
soul.
Large, warm, work-roughened hands grazed my rounded shoulders and
brushed down my arms. Sliding softly behind my back, Hassam gently
eased me into his body.
The carpet covering his skin pressed against me in a springy cushion
between his skin and mine.
I felt something escape my chest, throat, and lips, It might have been
a sigh. It might have been a soft moan. I don't know, I just felt it happen as
he pulled me against him and those massive arms and hands encircled my
smaller frame.
My head rested right between the hairy mountains of his chest, the thick
furry muscle hugging my face reassuringly before he softly released me.
Hassam lowered himself back into the corner of the sectional nearest us,
raising one knee and propping it against the cushions alongside him. His fat
lengthy dark cock lay across the other hip, cushioned in the black springy curls
there while his big hairy balls rested on the seat underneath him.
"Tom."
As much as I didn't want to...as much as I was afraid to...I knelt unstead-
ily on the cushion between his hairy spread legs and slid my body up his.
I felt my mind reel at the feeling of all that thick coarse spiraling body-
hair rasping against my skin as I moved up his much bigger and more pow-
erful body.
Even in the warm damp stormy Louisana air, his skin felt hot against mine.
I thought I would pass out when I once again lay my head into the thick
pelt of hair coating his wide brawny chest and felt his big strong hairy arms
encircle my back a second time.
I felt like it wasn't real...more like it was a dream as one big hand came
up to cup my neck and pull my mouth up to his. His head dipped to mine,
his mustache tickling and teasing the soft skin of my face as his thick
tongue slid inside my mouth to taste and inflame me.
His strong hand moved to the side of my face as he eased me back, his
thumb tracing the line of my cheek back and forth slowly.
"It has been many many years since I want someone in this way."
I was deeply drawn to him...his quiet masculine manner of few words, his
incredible pumped-up hair-coated tall physique, his long solidly thick cock, the
bottomless depth in his heavily-lidded sexy eyes, and the rich dark
flow of his deep voice.
I reached up for his full sensual lips...not by his call this time, but by the
desire of my own body, mind, and heart...and squirmed to nestle myself deeper into
the warm blanket of his hair and muscle.
Hassam's thick tongue moved inside my mouth to fill and leave no room
for anything else. In that moment, I felt nothing else around me but the
powerful way the meat of his tongue filled and took command as the kiss
deepened. He captured my mouth with his...stroked my own tongue and the
walls of my mouth in a way that almost left me feeling as if he were making
love to my face with his.
One big hand came to the back of my head and pulled my face more
firmly against his. His other hand wedged between our hips, forced mine
upward, grasped his cock, and settled it between us before pulling away
only to slide around my waist, grab the small of my back, and pull me back
against him.
Immediately, his thighs eased wider and his hips began grinding that huge
thick cock into the hairless skin of my young stomach. The warm breath
from his nose became hot, damp, rapid, and forced.
The grinding turned to humping and hunching into me, almost feeling
as if he was inside my stomach.
His breath began expelling forcefully against my face at the same time
as his tongue began thrusting in and out of my mouth and reaching deep
into my throat.
Strong hands jerked up to grab into the hair on both sides of my head
as he pulled my face away from his.
Those heated, dark, strange eyes bored into mine as if reading every
thought that had every gone through my mind. I felt violated by that stare,
but glad as well. I slid into that violation with desire equal to what I felt
pouring over me.
"Tom."
The big hairy hands gripping the hair on the sides of my head used their
grasp to force my body down his until I was pushed below his crotch and
staring in shocked disbelief.
The thick mass of curling black hair foresting Hassam's heaving stomach
was drenched in thick milky-white ball juice so copiously there seemed no
way for it unless he'd cum without me knowing.
I looked up in askance to hear him misread the questioning look on my
face when he said, "I am sorry, I know I am very big."
I looked back down unable to believe I'd only noticed the cum all over
the big man's hairy stomach when my eyes fell on the huge cock straining
and bobbing most of the way up Hassam's hairy stomach.
There was no doubt that huge cock was closer to thirteen throbbing inches
of dark vein-crossed Turkish bull-meat than the twelve I'd originally
guessed. I glanced to my wrist and forearm laying along his furry thigh to
realize his massive meat, the color of milk chocolate, was slightly thicker
than my own young-adult wrist!
Not only was it huge, though. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! It was
BEAUTIFUL!!!
One thick dark vein began at the side of the base before curving upward
and to one side as it branched out in more thick knobby erratic pipelines
standing out across the silky dark skin sleeved over the massive shaft
underneath.
A thick tube the size of my middle finger ran the length of the under-
side and gave Hassam's cock the look of something that could breed farm
animals. I was in startled awe!
Thick foreskin strained tightly over a huge cock head that I'd misjudged
greatly when I'd seen it outlined in his pants back at the Barrilleaux place.
Even three-quarters covered by its sensual hood, I could see that what
was bared was huge and almost square in its meaty masculine shape with a
deep enticing slit bisecting the wide breadth of it.
Broad and bulky, the head still swept downward about three inches to
suddenly flare out in a wide ridge that hadn't been visible in the shadowed
outline inside his gauze pants earlier.
"Tom...please..." Hassam's voice was deep, tense, and shaky.
I didn't look up...I was too entranced.
I saw my own hand move to that humongous, near thirteen inch, slab
of
Turkish male cock to watch as if seeing someone else's hand curve around
the massive shaft and leave two to three inches of space between my fingers
and thumb.
Gripping lightly, I slowly pulled the heavy skin covering the massive shaft
downward to slowly reveal that beautiful thick cock head one glistening
milk-chocolate centimeter at at time until the thick foreskin snapped and
rolled behind the wide flaring ridge.
I heard a deep gravelly gasp from above me and watched as cum...no,
precum spit in a thick jet from the incredible head to add to the milky mess
already coating the thick curling hair crowding Hassam's stomach.
"TOM!" I could hear the clenched teeth in the demand that was also
a
plea in the big man's deep tense voice. Hassam hadn't cum earlier. It had
just been huge amounts of pre-cum pooling on his stomach that'd left me
confused about where it had all come from.
I slowly moved his huge cock back toward my mouth, the gentle upward
curve of it and hardened steel state leaving me feeling as if it were fighting
against its forced change in angle.
I pressed my lips to the square blunt cum-slick head. Opening up, I tried
to force my mouth downward only to find the corners of my mouth stretch-
ed painfully past their limit and putting the pressure of a tight band around
the bulging cock head as I forced myself further.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" Came from above me as
the humongous shaft in my hand began flexing wildly and the fat head ex-
panded further inside my mouth at the feel of my lips sliding over the thick
ridge to settle where the huge head met the huge shaft.
Cum blasted into my mouth with a force that felt as if it put a two inch
dent in the back of my throat.
Warm, thick, spicy, sweet, and salty sperm erupted into my mouth with
years of pent up need.
I felt as if each spewing eruption thrust quart after quart of thick Turkish
seed into my hungry mouth.
There had been something in the way he's said my name with such great
need, desperation, and warmth that I wanted to take everything he had to
give me and more.
Uncle Russ had been my introduction to sex with another male. But,
there was something about Hassam that enthralled me and pulled at my in-
sides.
I was so drunk on the huge cock in my mouth and the buckets of cum
filling my mouth, pouring down my throat as I swallowed hungrily over and
over, and the vast amounts of thick seed rising in my belly that I didn't even
register that fat cock head pulled from my mouth and being rolled onto my
back with my legs pushed up and outside Hassam's strong hairy thighs.
I began to again become aware of what was going on around me when
his mouth descended again onto mine, his fat tongue sweeping inside to lap
and stroke my cum-slathered tongue and the walls inside.
I felt drops of sweat fall onto my cheeks...once...twice...and then in a
steady stream that didn't somehow seem possible.
I opened my eyes slightly as Hassam mumbled my name into his kiss
and found his eyelashes beaded with tears before they fell onto my face.
"Tom..." He mumbled again against my mouth as my eyes fell back
shut and his tongue dove into me once more.
Something huge, thick, and hard was moving up and down my back along
my spine.
The coarse bristling woolly hair and mass of thick precum covering the
big Turk's stomach rasped back and forth across my tender young upturned
ass and hole.
Fire shot through me as I awakened inside to thrust my own tongue into
his kiss and slid my arms around his incredibly wide back to comb and pull
my fingers through the dense wiry curls bursting outward from the skin un-
derneath.
Our lips still meeting in the center, Hassam pulled back just enough to
say my name clearly, "Tom..."
He dove back into the kiss at the same time as he shifted both our hips
to bring his hard thick cock up to sheath itself in the cleft of my young ass
slicked up by his cum-slathered belly sliding back and forth rapturously
over it.
That massively long and thick uncut Turkish cock riding back and forth
across my young sensitive hole left me shuddering and fisting my hands in
the wealth of coarse hair spilled across his broad muscular back.
Hassam muttered my name again deep inside his kiss and eased his hips
back while he lowered my hips slightly.
Pressing back forward the broad head of his massive bull-cock met the
small opening to my asshole as if guided there by an unseen hand.
I didn't think or care about his size.
I didn't think or care about the pain that was to come.
I cared about giving him what he wanted from me and having Hassam
give me what I wanted from him...all of him.
As fast as the lightning outside, the realization that I wanted this man's
conversation, his mind, his body, his cock, his cum, and his heart seared
through my brain at the same time as he pressed the huge head of his cock
into my hole.
I felt it widening.
I felt the slickness priming the way.
I felt the resistance and my mind overheat at the pain building at my young
asshole as the man I wanted so much in so many ways pushed more of him-
self into me...little by little...as he continued passionately devouring my
mouth, uttering my name, and dropping tears on my face.
The pain increased. My asshole throbbed and went limp against him
as it and I gave into the fact that there was no real choice for me in my heart
or in my body but to accept the pain in order to have Hassam in the way I so
greatly wanted.
I cried out into Hassam's kiss. I couldn't hold it back and pain was now
coming in rapid waves throughout my body leaving my body and mind feel-
as if both were about to melt within it. Still, I didn't for one second want
him to stop.
"Tom..." His voice was soft, warm, a reassuring embrace. He halted
his entrance and moved his mouth to kiss his tears from my cheeks, fore-
head, and chin.
He moved back to dive gently into my mouth at the same time as he
hunched his hips slightly forward.
Bright lights burst behind my eyes, ice shot through my veins and into
my stomach, and my arms and legs struck out to grip him tightly as the rest
of his broad meaty head thrust into me and my hole slid behind to grip the
thick steel shaft just past the ridge that had shoved my hole beyond its
capacity.
Hassam held me as tightly as I held him. I became aware of that at the
same time as I became aware my chin was on his shoulder with the side of
my face pressed into the side of his and that my breath was coming in heav-
ing gasps.
He just held me...letting my body come down from the shock and adjust
to the huge wrist-thick cock embedded at the wide head inside my spasming
young hole.
"That is the worst." Hassam said softly against the side of my head.
"It is not all, Canim, but the worst is past."
"For me, put my cum on my cock...for you, put my cum on my cock."
He said quietly as he eased my back away from him and lifted his torso to
hover over mine.
I looked between us...past the inky black curls carpeting the twin moun-
tains of his chest and the hard firm line of his stomach down to the froth of
black hair gracing the base of the big man's wrist-thick, near thirteen inch
fire hose cock...and then finally to the flood of pre-cum now coating my
own stomach and still clinging to his.
I slid my hand down, surprised at how much of his pre-cum still drenched
both our stomachs.
With my hand thoroughly coated, I reached further and wrapped it around
as much of Hassam's mammoth mule-dick as I could.
I felt my mind roll inside my head at the feel of his huge thickness inside
my hand and the sight of what could have been a dark rich brown veiny
forearm thrust just inside my hole stretched wider than should have been
possible.
"Awwwwww...." The sound came quietly from my own throat in heated
awe over the sight and feel of that huge massive cock inside my ass and
hand.
My amazement and thrilled near disbelief at the magnificent size of Hassam's
huge Turkish meat left my hand beginning to stroke the powerful and
almost impossibly wide throbbing steely shaft of hard flesh. Ten inches of
wrist-thick hard cock gave me plenty of room to stoke the monumental
column of beautiful Turkish male dominance between where it began at the
base of his crotch and remained stuffed inside my overstretched asshole.
Hassam began pressing inward.
I gripped and stroked his long fat shaft more firmly and quickly with
need.
As he closed the distance between his crotch and my ass, the pain flared
and my tight young hole began to burn again with an ache that was both
pain and desire.
I could feel the tremendous girth shoving my small asshole wide and
the bulging network of veins moving past the outstretched hole of my now
hypersensitive opening.
I stared without hearing the gasping moans rising from my chest at Has-
sam's beer can Turkish meat forcing its way inside my body as my hand
stroked and gripped its hard massive girth.
Further he pressed inward, opening up and widening the part of my body
inside that now tightly sheathed Hassam's huge bulky cock until more than
half had been stuffed inside and there was no more room for my hand in
between our bodies.
My hole body was tingling as if every inch of my skin was being teased
by millions of icy cold needles taunting the nerves underneath. The pain
from the invasion of my teenage ass by Hassam's massive monster cock had
faded to a minimal ache and left constant jolts of electric sensations firing
through my body and into my head.
Hassam stopped his entry and moved my head back from its position
of watching the amazing sight of his huge bull-cock forcing its way into my
tight hole until my head rested back on the couch once more.
Poised over me, staring down with those strange intense mid-eastern
eyes that searched my face intently, big hands gripped both sides of my face
as he returned to stuffing that massive slab of hard meat between his strong
hairy thighs deeper into my young body.
He moved more determinedly this time. The feel of his huge thick cock
moving into me purposely rather than gently set something off inside me
that tore at my mind and body. Those hard rippling veins scorching a sear-
ing path across my paper-thin teenage hole left my body beginning to buck
and thrash in mindless ecstasy merged with now slight tingling pain.
I heard the sound rising up from my throat as if it were coming from out-
side the house and not from me. It was half-groan and half-whimper as my
body and mind crashed together. I felt as if my asshole, balls, and dick had
suddenly caught fire and that fire was now racing up the shaft of prick at the
same time as the sound in my throat began to rise into a breathless scream.
Hassam dropped his huge body to cover mine and his mouth to capture
my own again. Stifling the explosion from my lips as the explosion from
prick splashed between us, Hassam's tongue dove into my mouth and then
went rigidly still as a rumbling roar from his own chest vibrated through my
jaw.
His massive cock buried deep within my young ass began convulsing,
thrashing, and torturing my brutally stretched hole with the repeated flexing
and expanding of its mammoth girth.
He was unloading inside me!
At the same time as I spewed my load between us, he splashed bucket
after bucket of thick, searing white hot, Turkish cum up into my writhing
young hole.
My toes curled as my legs shook from the combined impact. My fingers
slid through dense hair and fisted in the dark coppery skin underneath. My
chest sucked in the humid, woodsy, n' masculine scent of his sweat. My
skin drank in the feeling of all that coarse hair scraping and rasping across
it. My mind splintered and fell away from my body.
I had to breathe.
I couldn't get enough air.
I broke the kiss an turned my head to the side, my chest heaving and my
body shaking as I gulped in breath after breath.
Hassam's head fell to my neck, his mouth kissing, nibbling, and caressing
the skin there and across my shoulder as he muttered, "Canim..." over and
over.
When his cock finally stopped gushing and beating a wild rhythm deep
inside my ass, he pulled away to look down at me.
"Canim...it means my life, my soul." He smiled and lowered his eyes
somewhat self-consciously from my face.
I looked at him, barely able to take in what he'd just said. I registered
it, but couldn't focus on anything but what had just taken place in and out-
side my body.
"I've.... " I struggled to put my feelings into words. "I've never..."
"I know. For me, too, it has never been like this...and, I have more past
to say this. You are so beautiful..."
"...here..." A large hand moved to cup my face.
"...here..." It moved to press against my forehead.
"...here..." It slid between us to lay over my heart.
"...and, here..." He leaned away an brought both hands to slide across
my shoulders, down my sides, and along the outside of my raised legs.
Hassam straightened further, his eyes roving down my hairless chest,
past my cum-washed stomach, past my half-deflated prick, past my slack
balls to where his impossibly thick cock still lay shoved deep inside my ass.
His eyes stayed locked there as his big hairy muscled arms wrapped
around my thighs and slid down to where they joined my hips.
Slowly, gently...he began easing his huge cock from my tender hole.
My prick jumped at the sensation...the feel of that hard, rough-textured
horse-dick slowly rippling its way across the strained taut skin of my
asshole.
Hassam's eyes jerked up to mine, questioning. Then, flicking back down
to my teen prick as it jumped again and began to thicken and harden once
more.
Hassam's eyes found mine an held them...darting back and forth from
one to the other.
"Oh, Tom...Canim..."
I opened my mouth, but found there was too much inside me to put a
voice to. I just slowly nodded my head and hope what was in my eyes
would say everything my lips couldn't.
He continued easing out.
I slid my hands up to his shoulders an pulled myself upward to look be-
tween us.
Hassam followed my eyes and, at the same time, both of us found his
huge, hard, thick, veiny cock coated in gobs of white cum and pulling the
tight ring of my ass outward as each inch struggled free from the clenching
grip of my hole.
"Tom..." Hassam's eyes flew up to mine...wide and enthralled.
The grip of his arms on my thighs tightened and pulled them further
apart.
As his eyes remained locked on mine, he reversed directions and began
one excruciating, mind bending, nerve shattering, heart exploding, slow
thrust back deep inside my young body.
I climbed up on him. I had to. I had to cling to him with everything I
had to keep from drowning in the feel of his massive body forcing its way
back inside me.
As he had earlier above me, I cried into his shoulder at the enormity of
the feelings and sensations raging through me. His words from the kitchen
came back to me.
"To join the soul through the body, this is a high gift."
I'd loved Uncle Russ...worshiped and been attracted to his strong hand-
some masculinity. But, this was different. I'd admired Hassam's handsome
face, his incredible body, and...yes...his massive cock. But, again, this was
different.
I was pulled in by his strong serenity, the depth of his thoughts...heart...
and soul, the care and intensity in his words and eyes as he'd spoken to me.
As Hassam pressed his hips firmly into my upturned ass and began to
slowly haul that incredible huge cock from my spasming hole, I felt almost
as if he were taking the very breath from my chest along with it.
He pulled all the way out until the clutching of my hole threatened to
expel even the last inch of the bloated head topping his monster cock.
He released his arms from my legs and reached up to cup my shoulders
in each hand before easing me away and back down onto the cushions of the
sectional.
His eyes found my tear-stained emotional face.
His hands slid down my body to either side of my hips.
He pushed back up inside me as he pushed his hands back up my chest,
and slid his hairy chest and stomach over mine until his lips closed over my
mouth and stifled the gasp from his huge cock sinking back deep inside me
in one smooth thrust.
My legs jerked around him and dug my heels into the firm hairy mounds
of his muscular ass...urging him deeper inside. Then, they climbed further
up to circle around his waist and tilt my ass higher to pull him even deeper
still.
He must have sensed my intention and my need for him and his huge
beautiful cock because he pulled his hips back, raking his massively thick
hard meat with all its bulging veins through the tight ring of my ass, to dis-
lodge my legs and pull out to the tip once again only to thrust in hard and
deep this time.
My eyes shot open and my arms clamped around his neck. I felt as if
he'd shoved his cock so far up inside me it was about to thrust up into my
throat. I felt skewered on it, impaled, and stuffed completely with his huge
thrusting Turkish meat.
Hassam's lips left mine and his face slid to my ear, "I am not hurting you."
It was at once a question and a statement.
"No! Oh, god! Nooo..." I cried into his shoulder as he hauled back and
thrust deep inside once again.
"Good!" His voice was hard, deep, and hot.
His arms slid under my back as he raised slightly above me.
The next thing I knew, I was in the air cradled in his arms encircling
my
lower back.
My legs were splayed wide across where his biceps met his shoulders
as he used is strength to swing me upward and away from him only to let
my own weight and gravity crash me back hard onto his huge raging cock
until my body shook with the impact of him bottoming out inside me.
Over and over the threw me off and slammed me back down on that mam-
moth cock jutting out powerfully from his huge hairy body.
Over and over I cried out at the feel of that massive, vein-etched,
Turkish cock barreling up into my ass and my body ramming back against
his own.
I could hear myself babbling. I was fevered, lost, being thrown around
in jolting sensations that seemed to reach all the way out to the tips of the
hair on my head.
Harder and harder, Hassam slammed me onto his humongous cock.
Deeper and deeper, it seemed he rammed that beautiful, incredible cock
into me.
More and more fire poured into my veins from the savage thrusting into
my tight young ass.
I felt like I was nearing the edge of my sanity when I heard my name being
called desperately from that deep rich voice that seemed to wash over every
part of me.
"Tom!"
"TOMMMM!!!!"
I felt myself falling for a moment only to feel my legs folded up on the
sides of my body and Hassam's hairy heaving sweaty chest and stomach fall
down on top of me.
Still, his hips rammed his huge powerful cock up deep inside me over
and over again...the feel of him ramming through my insides coupled with
the jarring of his muscular hips into my bent-double ass sent wave after
magnificent mind-wrenching pleasure radiating through me.
Hassam jerked away and pulled upright, pulling my legs against his hairy
chest, throwing his head back, and yelling my name again as I felt that in-
credibly thick cock expand further and begin unloading deep inside my ass
once again.
Suddenly, he yanked his cock from my well-beaten hole and rose to his
feet for a second beside the sectional as another blast of cum spewed out
and splattered across my chest.
A second later, in a blur, he was straddling my chest as a jet of cum
volleyed across my face just before he pulled my mouth over the fat head of his
gushing thick meat.
I grabbed for it with my lips, mouth, tongue, and throat. From the angle,
I couldn't get much of his huge length inside. But, I had three inches of
spewing fat cock head lodged in my greedily sucking mouth and got to taste,
savor, and soar in the thick seed that blasted inside.
Before long, Hassam's breathing began to come down...the cum belching
from his huge cock began to slow...and, my belly became as full of his load
as my lovingly destroyed ass.
I looked up past the ten inches of vein-covered horse cock left outside
my mouth...past the tight hard hairy stomach...past the heaving hairy moun-
tains of his chest...and past the hard flexing muscles of his thick arms and
shoulders to the strong bearded jaw thrown back and riding out the last of
the quakes of pleasure reverberating through the big man's massive body
and knew without a doubt that I would never sleep with another man as long
as I lived.
It's now been thirty-four years since that night, and...I never have.
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