Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2011 20:50:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Uncle Tip  Chapter 13:  Coach Stennick

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Discovering Uncle Tip  Chapter 13:

Coach Stennick

	Mr. Larson, Uncle Cal, and I finished his patio over the
next three days.  Sometimes he fucked me in the middle of working,
and sometimes afterward.  Each time, though, he was more rough and
demanding than the last.  It was as if he wanted to explore his domina-
ting side.
	A week after we finished, he called and told Mom to ask
if I'd stop over t' help him move some of the heavier outdoor furniture.
She told me he'd said he'd take care of dinner as it might take a while.
	I arrived to find him in pale gray flannel lounge pants, tennis
shoes, and a baseball cap instead of dressed in rugged "stud" clothes.
There was something quiet about him that night...something that made
me feel kind of ashamed for having dressed in only tight gym shorts and
sneakers even though he was also shirtless.
	After we'd moved furniture that was easily light enough for
him to've moved on his own, eaten, and tidied the kitchen, he'd pulled
me against him and kissed me deeply...softly...and tenderly.  He'd, then,
taken me into his bedroom for the first time.  Across from the mirrored
doors of his closet, he'd made love to me three times.  He hadn't fucked
me this time, he'd made love to me.
	Though he'd used his solid body and long fat cock to drive
four loads of cum from my young prick, the tenderness and affection in
in him that night also somehow left me feeling nervous and confused.
	As he'd laid on my back after filling my ass for the third
time, he'd looked into the mirror at me and said he wanted me to stay
the night.
	He'd rolled off of me onto his back and pulled me to cuddle
across him from his side.  Staring up at the ceiling, he explained that he'd
missed me terribly and had begun to have feelings he hadn't felt since
his wife.
	Because of those feelings and wanting me to stay for the
night, he felt like we shouldn't continue my 'visits' to his house.  He felt
we should stop things where they were and try to go back to just being
family...closer than before, good friends as well as family, but no longer
having a sexual relationship.
	He was so thoughtful and caring in expressing his feelings
and concern for his own heart and my future, that I realized I'd come to
love this man I'd been so put off by in the past.
	I held him tighter and pressed my head into his furry chest,
knowing it would be the last time as both his arms encircled my chest
and hugged me closer.
	Later, after a warm last kiss, I drove off watching the dark
silhouette of his tall frame in the open doorway.  When trees blocked
my view in the rearview mirror of my truck, he still hadn't shut the door.
I wondered just how long he stood there after I left.
	Instead of feeling sad, though, the sight and thought of him
in that doorway left me feeling warm and happy.  I realized that, though
sex had been the start of it all, the two of us had both gained a close
loving relationship.
	He'd gone from a man I couldn't stand to one I couldn't
stop thinking about or keep my hands off.  In one night, though, he'd
gone from a hot "uncle" who turned me inside out with his thick ass-
busting cock, to a loving "grandfather" type man who held me close
rather than at a distance as he did with most everyone else.
	Even at sixteen, seventeen in a few weeks, I knew enough
to value the new closeness between us.


	Two busy weeks went by.
	Everyone seemed wrapped up in work, projects, and plan-
ning the atheletic booter's picnic and rummage sale.  Dad was working
till after dark, Uncle Tip was still absent and the source of many rumors
about drinking and odd behavior, and everyone else seemed equally in-
volved in their own worlds.
	Two dry weeks, and I was almost blowin ' a load just from
the wind blowing!
	The day of the picnic and rummage sale, I showered and
thew on a white wife-beater, gray gym shorts, and a cap.  Mom was
still making her devilled eggs and cupcakes to sell, so I headed down
before her and Dad to help with setting up.
	When I arrived at the park, I saw all the other early arrivals
parked way off at the far end and did the same.
	I was helping with setting up tables and shades when Linda
and Coach Stennick walked up with iced tea and lemonade dispensors.
	Greetings went around, they said hello to me as well...coach
not giving any indication that anything had ever happened between us.
	They left and then came back with more beverage supplies,
the day quickly becoming humid and sweltering.
	"Honey, get Joey t'....Joey, would you help Buck carry over
all the boxes of booster t-shirts, sweatshirts, and stadium cushions?"
Linda Stennick asked sweetly.
	"Oh, sure!"  I answered quickly wanting to please my favor-
ite teacher.  I smiled and then glanced over at Coach Stennick, our eyes
meeting for a few seconds too long.
	"Great, sport, let's head over.  I wanna getta quick count
of everything t' make sure each box holds the number its supposed to."
Coach said energetically.
	"Phew,"  He added, wiping a hand across his brow, "it's
gonna be a scorcher t'day!"
	He pulled off his t'shirt and draped it around his neck as
he turned to walk to his truck.
	I tied off the line to the canopy I was workin' on and then
took off after him.
	Walking a couple yards behind, I was drawn to watching
his body move.
	The wide shoulders and heavy arms of his mature baseball
player's physique shifted and flexed heavily with each step.  Big hands,
fisted at his sides connected to heavily muscled and  fur-covered fore-
arms.
	The thick coarse hair of his forearms curling over and half-
covering the watch on his left arm made my balls tingle as his powerful
forearms swung forward and back.
	A sheen of sweat coated his wide back and dampened the
medium-brown mats of curling hair on each side of his spine.  Dipping
at bit at the base of his spine where I could see rivulets of sweat stream-
ing down toward his crack, thin khaki walking shorts hung lazily off his
slender hips,
	That sweat created an upside-down triangle at his waist and
moved into a dark wet line an inch or so wide on both sides of the seam
moving down the center of his solid square ass.  The amount of sweat
soaking the fabric left me wondering if he'd gone commando today.
	Below that, strong wide calves bulged out...covered with
the same dense hair on Coach's forearms and back.  My gaze slid
lower to where bare feet were shoved into his enormous white athe-
letic shoes.
	I didn't even realize how intent my staring had become, nor
that he'd stopped at the back of his truck until I walked right into his
sweaty back.
	Coach inhaled, let out a long breath and then turned to face
me.
	I couldn't help it.  I couldn't force myself to step back and
I couldn't stop my eyes from raking heatedly up his tan hairless stomach,
the hint of roundness there somehow making him even more sexy than
if it'd been rippled and flat.
	Upward to his wide solid chest, my eyes continued their
slow crawl.  Pecs as hairless as his forearms, legs, and back were
hairy stood out at sharp angles...the nipples dark and seeming even
smaller than they were because of the amount of muscle pushing out-
ward from under the skin.
	My eyes finally made it up to his strong, heavily structured
face.  The broad jaw, cheekbones, and forehead built a perfect rugged
frame for the big golden-brown eyes that bored down into my own.
	"Gotta lot t' do here...should prob'ly get started."  He said,
his voice rather quiet.  The look in his eyes and distraction in his voice
said his words didn't match whatever was going through his mind.  His
darkly lashed eyes and deep voice made something inside me twitch
and ignite in a way that staring at his body hadn't.
	"Uh huh..."  Was all I could manage until he pulled his eyes
away and lowered the tailgate on the truck.
	"How 'bout you climb up there and hand me those boxes.
I'll put 'em to the side in the shade so we can get a count of what's inside.
Lemme know what's in each one, n' I'll stack each type together."
	I climbed up as he was talking.  Grabbing the first box and
handing it down, I noted,  "Sweatshirts."
	I watched him walk away, the muscles of his back and
shoulders making my mouth dry as he carried the weight a few feet from
his truck and placed it under the branches of a tree.
	When he squatted to set the box down, the dip in the waist-
band of his shorts gapped lower and gave me a clear view of smooth
hairless ass crack.  Even though it wasn't his ass I longed for, the sight
of it and the discovery he wasn't wearing any kind of underwear still
made my dick jump inside my shorts.
	Shielded by the truck from everyone setting everything up
on the other side of the park, the view was mine and mine alone.
	He stood quickly and turned to catch what must've been
a hungry look on my face.  I whipped around and grabbed another box
as he walked back.
	"Umm, sweatshi...t-shir...ummmm...cushions!"  I announced,
stuggling to regain my composure.
	He took the box from me, but just stood there before
turning.  Eyes locked onto mine, I couldnt' read the expression in them.
	Annoyance that we'd been pushed together again, perturbed
to have found me staring again, frustration...desire...indecision???  I
couldn't tell.  His face wasn't blank by any means as he looked up at
me, but it also gave me no clue as to whether the heat in his expression
was a good thing or bad.
	When he turned and walked away to set the box down, I
immediately grabbed another.
	"Cushions, again."  I said, and quickly turned for another.
	The next box wasn't marked and I had to open it to see
what was inside.  As I was closing it back up, I caught sight of his ref-
lection in the rear window of his truck's cab.
	His hand was doing something inside his shorts, and I
realized my ass was pushed back toward him with my gym shorts pulled
tightly across.
	Hope filled my head and then crashed as he jerked his hand
out when I turned around.  He took the box after I let him know it was
t-shirts again and walked away.
	I grabbed the last box and turned to see him walking back.
There was no mistaking the thick cock tenting out the leg of his shorts.
	He didn't meet my eyes, and took the box in silence as I
jumped down from the back of the truck.
	I knew what he'd said before.  I knew how he felt about
his job, his marriage, and what had happened between us before.  I
didn't want to make things any worse for him.  I had deep feelings for
him over and above the sizzling sexual attraction.
	Yet.......as he walked back toward me again, I couldn't
force my eyes away from the incredibly hot sight of that thick hard
meat shifting under the leg of his shorts as he walked.
	"More boxes in the cab, Joey..."  He voice was deep, quiet,
and careful.  His hand reached up for my neck and a thumb traced a
line across my cheek.  The hand slid to my shoulder and guided me to
the passenger side door.
	I opened the door, the touch of his hand and the nearness
of his body was putting me into a sensual haze.  He felt huge next to me
in the small space of the opening of the truck door.  The scent of him...
minty toothpaste, a light splash of his Brut aftershave, and clean sweat...
steamed off of  tanned skin heated by work and the summer sun.
	My own skin seemed to be on fire where his huge hand laid
easily against me.  His touch raced through me...past the pit of my sto-
mach, down to the base of my balls, and into the tight opening of my
ass.
	The seat was empty where his wife had ridden on the way
over.  I had to reach across for the first box and felt that big hand press
into my back.
	I exhaled and lowered myself submissively onto the seat,
arching my back in hopeful expectation.
	His other hand moved to my ass.  It pushed down, his long
thick fingers spreading wide to span almost all the way across.  The
feeling of his firm grip across my backside made me instantly his yet
again.
	I'd watched him try to avoid this both before and today.  I
felt his loyalty to his beautiful wife.  I felt his concern for his job and his
future.  I knew how fiercely he didn't want this.  The hand on my ass,
though, said his willpower wasn't strong enough t' stop.
	Suddenly, there was nothing in me but belonging to the big,
strong, handsome, innocent man.  Everything in the circle of my life nar-
to a pinpoint around the feel of his hand on my ass.  It was as if I no lon-
ger had a name, family, mind, or desire for anything but him.
	His hand began sliding back upward, a thick strong finger
delving in between my cheeks to graze across my asshole.
	His other hand moved up to my shoulder and pulled me
out of the truck.  Legs, weak and rubbery with desire, let me sink to
my knees below him.
	He pulled my head silently against his hip as my eyes wat-
ched his big hand reach down to unbutton the waist of his shorts.
	Wide muscled fingers gripped the tab of his zipper and
pulled it down in slow motion.  My breath quickened as he held me
pressed against him and reached inside his open fly.
	Rigidly hard, it was difficult for him to work his cock out.
He worked it up and across the hip opposite me and then, finally, hauled
it out near his bellybutton.  Released from his grip, it swung downward
and bounced in the air a few inches from my face.
	I looked in awe.  I hadn't had the chance to really look at
Coach Stennick's cock in the times before.
	Man, it was incredible as it stood proudly out from his open
fly!  Thick and meaty, it reminded me more of a baseball bat than a part
of a human body.
	The dark pink head was long and sloped...sweeping down
from the deep piss slit to a thick juicy flare, it abruplty joined the long
thick pulsing shaft.
	Seeing the heavy skin gathered just below made me realize
Coach Stennick was uncut.  Something about the thick cowl of foreskin
hugging the base of the head made my mouth water as much as the
impressive seven inch girth that swelled along its nine inch length.
	Looking from the top and side, I could see at least four
thick heavy dark blue veins snaking up that solid beauty.  I wanted to
feel them under my lips, to trace them with my tongue as I swallowed
that hulking meat.
	I pulled against the hand holding me at his hip, but he pressed
me more solidly against his hip and held me in place.
	I tilited my eyes and face up to him, straining with the need
to suck the big man's huge cock.
	When my eyes met his, a sharp intake of his breath was fol-
lowed by a slow shaky exhale.  Staring down, he licked his lips and then
chewed the lower one...indecision lining every sharp masculine plane of
his handsome face.  Then, he closed his eyes with a quick inhale and
exhale...and...began easing my head nearer to his cock.
	The first thing that hit me was the scent of his crotch...that
smell that only comes from a big mature man with a huge slab of meat
and heavy balls inside his pants.  That smell of musk, woods, and sweat
had come to be as intoxicating to me as the sight of the huge thick cock
and oversized balls of his that created it.
	I opened my mouth and pressed my lips against the thick
shaft.  Thrusting my tongue out, I began lapping hungrily at the solid tube
bulging from the underside of his throbbing meat.
	His eyes flew back open and onto mine as his body hunched
over slightly in shock at the sudden wet contact.
	His mouth dropped open, but then clamped back shut on
whatever he'd been about to say.
	Both hands shoved into my hair.  Fingers combed through
it and caressed my scalp, moving my head up and down the side of his
jerking shaft.  Then, his hands gripped the hair on both sides of my head
and pulled me back so the back of my head was pressed against the
side of his truck and my ass settled back onto my heels.
	Using his hips, he swabbed that fat cock all over my face.
Until that moment, I hadn't really realized just how hugely fat and long
Coach Stennick was hung!
	His cock was so wide it completely blocked the vision from
whichever eye it was over, and the length of it pressed past that of my
entire face.  The fact that his huge meat was longer than my head, left
my cock spilling a half orgasm into my shorts as precum shot forth
furiously.
	My tongue leapt out along with a sharp groan, which resul-
ted in him pulling his hips back and shoving his cock past my lips and
deep into my throat.
	"Honey!!!"  He body went rigid and still as his wife's voice
sang through the air.
	"Yeah, hon'..."  He called back, stopping my attempts to
pull away by anchoring his cock deep in my throat.
	WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING????
	"Yall need any help?"
	"No, hon,' we're just countin' everything.  Is the tea ready,
though?"
	He began pulling t-shirts out of the box still in the cab and
tossing them onto the box just beside us, using the movements of his
body to slowly fuck my throat as he talked to his wife on the other side
of the truck.
	"No, sorry, Buck.  We just need ice, though, and they should
be back with that any time now.  It shouldn't be long."
	Callmed down some, I realized from the sound of her voice
she was only halfway to the truck.
	I reached up and pulled his shorts down to his ankles, then
slid my fingers up through the bristly hair of his legs to his smooth ass.
Grabbing both cheeks, I moved my fingers inside the sweat-slick cleft
and began dragging them up and down across his responsive asshole.
	I figured if my asshole was that sensitive, his might be as well.
And...I was right.  His cock began jumping inside my mouth and throat
at the same time as thick tangy precum started pouring copiously from
the wide succulent head.
	"Well, that would be a great help,, honey...have a nice tall
glass of iced sweet tea ready for Joey and me when we start gettin' the
boxes over."
	"Awwww FUCK!"  He growled under his breath and drove
his wildly flexing cock deep into my throat, mashing my nose into the
eruption ginger-colored mass of springy hair at the base of his huge meat.
	"Of course, see you boys in a bit!"
	I could tell when she turned and went back to the tables,
because he suddenly reached down and grabbed my head again.
	"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!  Goddamn it...goddamn it....GET UP!"
	I was slow to respond because I didn't understand why he
wanted me up instead sucking the cum out of that mammoth cock of
his.  The big fucker was obviously ready to explode.
	"Joey!  Goddamn it!!!"  He grabbed my arm, hauled me
up, threw me over the seat, jerked my shorts down, settled his cock
between my asscheeks, and began fucking me from outside just as
his thick hard cock began shooting cum all into my crack.
	I wanted it in my mouth!!  Desperately!!  I wanted to taste
him!!
	I wrestled and fought.  Breaking his grip, I twisted around
and locked my lips on his cock only long enough for one powerful jet
of the thick white cum to blast inside.
	"Son of a bitch!"  He hissed, and threw me back into posi-
tion and resumed flooding my asscrack with his cock juice.
	After his cum began to subisde, "Now, now you can have
it.."  He let me go and I dropped to my knees like a starving dog to
swoop down on that long meaty mule-dick, nursing and milkling every
last drop of the sweet tangy salty syrup down into my stomach.
	"Come on...come on..."  He pulled me to my feet as he
stepped out of his shorts.
	I rose and started to pull my own back up.
	"No, just pull 'em off and come on, damn it!"
	I did as he ordered just before he grabbed my arm and
dragged me into the trees.
	A branch caught my wifebeather and tore it along the way.
About twenty feet in, we came to the irrigation shed for the park.
	Coach Stennick threw open the door and shoved me inside.
	He slammed the door, then crossed the room determinedly
and threw me over a long shelf/workspace.  The next thing I knew, his
cock was at my ass and shoving inside.
	"JOEY!"
	"Ohhhhhhh god!  NO!  EASY, COACH, NOT SO FAST!"
I cried as pain sliced through me.
	"I can't!  I can't!  I'm sorry...FUCK...but, I can't!"
	He pulled out and slammed into me again, generously lubed
by the huge load he'd already deposited there!  The pain was intense,
even so, but subsiding almost immediately.  It felt as if he were ramming
my insides into a straight path for his rough plowing.
	He lost his balance and took me with him as he fell back-
ward into a pole in the center of the small room.  The impact shoved
him up even deeper inside me, feeling as if even part of his ball sack
were shoved up within me!
	"COACH!"
	"Awwwwwwww FUCKKKK!!"  He growled, and pro-
pelled both our bodies forward.
	I threw out my hands and braced myself against the wide
shelf, going up on my tiptoes as his cock and body crashed into my ass.
	"Oh Joey!"  He slammed into me again, grabbing my hips
and then my shoulders.
	Cum slathered down my balls and dripped on the floor as
he began pounding my ass.  Over and over his cock slammed deep in-
side me.  He slammed over my prostrate on each stroke, which left me
feeling as if I were in a constant state of cumming.
	I was going out of my head.  The room was filled with the
smell of his cum mingled with that of his crotch, armpits, and light Brut
aftershave.
	I felt as if I were drowning in him...his smell, the feel of his
hands and body on mine, and the feel of his cock busting my ass like
never before.
	He was fucking me brutally...swinging his hips from side to
side and driving in at a new angle each time.  While my body struggled
to adapt, the force of each savage entry stoked a new fire from a dif-
ferent place inside my ass!
	I was half crying and half babbling as the walls of my ass
felt him driving his cock inside.  It was as if the left side of the tunnel
of my ass was being stroked and pummeled...and then, the right...and
then, the top...and then, the bottom...and then, diagonal........
	It didn't seem as if it would ever stop, or that my ass would
ever loosen up enough to make taking him less of an ordeal!
	The rippled texture of the gristle underneath the skin of that
massive cock abraded my tender teenage hole on each mind-blowing
stroke.  When he pulled all the way out, slamming the head back past
my shrinking hole flashed white across my vision as my whole body
jerked in response.
	It was as if I had no feeling anywhere else in my body
except at and inside my asshhole.  I completely forgot about my dick,
his pounding and owning of my ass was already more than my mind
could handle.
	He pulled us both to the ground and, then, rolled over till
he was on top of me again.
	He jerked my hips up, and plowed in again.  As he stret-
ched my tight sixteen year old hole left and right, it still gripped him des-
perately.
	"You just don't know..."  He hissed.
	"Linda can't..."  He gritted out between heaving breaths.
	"I'm too big..."  He grunted, continuing to thrust deep in-
side me.  "...have t' hold back"
	"Fuck, Joey, FUCK!"  He exclaimed, climbing his huge
rough hands up to my shoulders.  Holding me in place, my teeth slam-
med together as he rammed into with even more fury than before.
	I didn't know how much more of it I could take!  My ass
was on fire...tender and sore....exhausted and swollen.  He was fucking
the holy hell out of me!!!
	Just then, he flipped me over on my back and clamped
both big hands on top of my head.
	My legs flew around his waist and then lifted even higher
with a will of they're own.
	In this position, the effect on my asshole was the same.
Every powerful thrust slammed the ribbed shaft of his cock past the
tender abused tissues.  It was as if I could feel every vein and ripple
of skin setting my hole on fire as it rammed through.
	Inside was different, though.  Inside, it felt as if he were
slamming the head of his cock up into my chest and shoulders!!!  Al-
most folded in two, with my own dick trapped between our stomachs,
I almost expected to feel his cock punching up into my throat!
	I was losing it!
	I wrapped my hands around his back and attacked his neck
with my mouth.  I scraped my teeth down the sides and then pressed
my face up into his armpits.  As he held my head in a steel grip and
fucked my ass like a stud bull breeding a cow, I lapped and sucked at
the dense pit hair and tender skin underneath.
	He growled and thrust even more roughly into me as his
sweat poured down the side of my face before I slid over onto his
chest.
	When I latched my mouth onto his right nipple, it was as
if the last cord of restraint within him broke.
	His body began bucking as if it were out of control.  He
was hurting me with the brutal force of his body and huge cock, but
still....it was him....it was Coach Stennick...and, it turned me on even
more in spite of the pain to feel him completely let go and slam my ass
into oblivion.
	I could feel it.  I could feel the precum signalling his impen-
ding load.  My asshole was getting wetter and wetter, the smell of cum
becoming heavier and heavier.  He was crushing my body between my
head and my hips, and still slamming into me like there was no tomorrow.
	Even through the pain of his savage assault on my ass, I felt
my balls tighten up only an instant before my dick began spewing in be-
tween us.
	His chest muffled the yelled reaction, and I bit down lightly
on Coach's nipple as I cried out and rolled it between my teeth.  His
hips suddenly slammed his monster cock so deep and so hard into me
that stars exploded behind my eyes on each ass-busting thrust.
	His horse-dick widened to rigid steel and strained my young
asshole until it felt as if it might tear as searing white cum suddenly began
to flood my ass.  I could feel that huge meat spasming inside me as he
unloaded deeply into my body.
	"AW SONOFABITCH ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH..."  I
felt the strained roar from his chest as he struggled to keep quiet.
	"AWWWWWWWW FUCK YOU, JOEY, FUCK YOU,
GODDAMN IT...FUCKKKKKKK...!!!!"
	Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of me and stood up on
shaky legs even as my own dick went on shooting up under my chin.
	He planted his big feet outside my thighs as my legs fell to
the floor and thrust his hips forward as his huge cock continued gush-
ing.
	He slid both hands over and toward the back of his head
as he cussed and thrust his mammoth cock into the air...splattering my
chest, stomach, and face with buckets of his thick hot load.
	After what felt like hours, the force of the cum erupting from
his thick meat began to lessen as he dropped to one knee.  Chest heav-
ing, he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes and wiped the sweat
away.
	I grabbed his hips and dove onto his cum-drenched cock,
sucking and milking the last of his drooling cum from the monster hang-
ing between his legs.
	When I knew I'd sucked out every drop and had lapped
off every trace of his thick cum, I slumped back to the ground in a heavy
cloud of deep warm satisfaction.
	I found his eyes intent on mine.
	"Joey..."  His chest still heaved.  "Joey...I don't know..."
	"I gotta get back."  He'd decided not to finish what he'd
been about to say.
	"Here,"  He stood, grabbed my shirt, and ripped at the tear
from the tree branch I'd gotten as he'd pulled me to the shack. "I'll say
you went home t' getta new shirt 'cause the one you had on got ripped
on a tree when we were unloading.  That way you can get cleaned up."
	He stood and pulled on his shorts.  His arms then fell to his
sides and he looked down at me quietly.
	Crossing the room, he knelt down at my shoulder and ran
a hand through my hair to the back of my head, dragging his fingers
across the outside of my neck as he pulled it away.
	"I'll see ya later..."  He dropped his head as his lips twitched
at the corners in a hint of a resigned smile.  "...sport."
	I watched him walk out.  Something inside wished I'd said
something, but also felt as if it was completely okay that I hadn't.
	I laid there, covered from forehead to balls in Coach's huge
load, and just drifted in a dreamy after-haze of having been thoroughly
fucked by a hot handsome man I cared for and admired so deeply.


	My eyes slid across the room without purpose, but stopped
when I thought I saw a face through the grime of the only window in the
old irrigation shack.
	I brushed it off as only my imagination until the door opened
and Rick Halverson stepped into the frame.
	"That was pretty fuckin' hot...watchin' you take Stennick's
cock like desperate two-dollar whore."
	As my eyes widened and focused in both fear and shock,
I realized his shirt was hanging unbuttoned from his wide shoulders and
his open jeans were shoved halfway down his thighs.
	He leaned casually against the doorframe and tipped his
baseball cap way back before pushing his hips and cock forward vul-
garly as I laid there unable to move.
	He pushed away from the doorframe and slowly swaggered
over to my feet, stopping and running his gaze pointedly from one end
of my body to the other.
	"Seems t' me you're a boy-whore with an ass that can't get
enough big dick.  N,' son, have I gotta big-ass dick for you!"
	Fear, not excitement, made me look down.
	Oh jesus!  No!  Oh my god!!!  What was between his legs
couldn't be real!!
	About fourteen inches of enormous cock stood out in front
of him.  Thick as a beer can, it had to be nine or ten inches around!  It
wasn't hot, it wasn't sexy...it was ugly and terrifying.
	Thick veins crisscrossed heavily over almost every disgus-
ting inch of that hateful looking cock.  Gnarled and knobby, it looked
as if had been beaten and twisted like a tree limb in a tornado.
	I felt my stomach getting queasy at the sight of it.  The head
alone looked repulsive in its sickly yellow color and oversized helmet
shape.
	"I ain't got time for you t' suck it.  Plus, I know as well as
you do that your ass is where you really want his fucker, ain't it!"  He
wagged his eyebrows in a raunchy way that made his words turn my
stomach.
	I had to get up.  I had to get out of there.  I had to force my
legs and body to move!




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