Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2012 15:02:36 -0600
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 13; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc

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Growing Up Naked – Chapter 13

Matt worked at the theater one more week to complete the digital
installation. I was rewarded nightly with mouth stretching exercises and a
steamy hot protein shake for my service to the big guy.  Matt brought his
straight DVD porn collection that always included equal male screen time to
play on the new system.  After everyone was gone, I would go to one of the
theaters without any clothes on standing down front jacking my cock.  Matt
would start his porn, come down into the theater naked and sit his big
hairy ass down in a seat.  I would then jack and show off for him while
some cunt was getting fucked in the background.  He would masturbate
looking at me and looking at the screen.  He would always play with his
erogenous nipples.

In short order, the desire to be on my knees with his cock spreading my
willing mouth would be overwhelming.  I became his little suck whore like
those bitches on the screen.  The distinction between them and myself was
the money shot was deposited in my throat, not on my face, tits or ass.  I
was so grateful each night for the wad of warm jizz from my hairy bear
friend.

The final night I walked into the theater to find a sheet laid out on the
floor, a tube of lube and some towels.  I stood next to the sheet in my
usual spot waiting for my baldheaded stud with anticipation like I had
never known.  I thought, 'He's going to widen my other orifice with his
thick man meat tonight.'  I was giddy with excitement.

The movie started.  The bitches were screaming in the background that
annoying high-pitch squeal females make having sex.  Matt walked into the
theater and down to the front.  He was fully clothed.  He had on tight
jeans that were protruding in the front with his semi-hard cock, black
boots, and a tight white t-shirt that showed off his belly hanging over the
jeans and all that chest and back hair coming out from the top.  He hadn't
shaved in a couple of days, which accentuated the contrast of his baldhead.
He was one sexy fucker and looking at him like that made me want to cum
right then.

Matt sat down in his seat rubbing his cock through the denim.  He sat
watching the film while I played with myself.  He was such a frigging turn
on.  Ultimately he ordered, "Get on your knees bitch and chew on my jeans."

I got down on my knees taking my moist mouth to his denim-covered crotch.
I could feel that delicious throbbing tube separated from me by a rough
layer of cotton.  Oh, how I wanted what was on the other side.  He seized
my head with his meaty hands rubbing my face into his crotch.  I was beside
myself.

Eventually, he pushed me away unbuttoning his fly and lowering his jeans
down to his ankles.  There it was in all its stubby, wide glory.  Matt's
cock.  Matt's stumpy muscle.  Matt's mouth and ass stretcher.  God it was
beautiful.

"Suck it."

I didn't need that instruction, but I relished the command.  I went for it
as I never had before.  I wanted that fat piece of wood as wet and ready as
possible for its expansion of my asshole.  I worshipped it more than ever;
more than even the first time because I knew that his cock was going to
impale me and I was desperate for that to happen.  I could feel my butt
widening in anticipation without me even touching it.  As I sucked on his
tube, I noticed how my butt was moving back and forth knowing the pleasure
it was going to receive.

Finally, he commanded, "Get on the sheet on your hands and knees."  I did
thinking 'is he going to fuck me like a dog?'

No.  He got down on his knees behind me, took his corpulent fingers
spreading my cheeks and exposing my hole.  Next thing I knew he spit on my
hole and buried his burly, beard-stubble face in my ass.

I screamed with pleasure.  "Oh, God!."

His tongue dove all the way inside forcing my sphincter open with just its
strength.  This drove me insane.  I pushed my ass more toward him feeling
the bristle of his beard on my cheeks.  I dropped me head and arms to the
ground.  I could no longer support the weight of my upper body with this
attack going on.

Then he pulled away, reached for the lube, applied it to my hole, wrapped
his pudgy shaft with more lube, and pushed inside me with one fell swoop.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"  It hurt like a mother
fucker, but I didn't care.  I wanted that man pipe since the day the owner
introduced Matt to the staff.  I was getting what I wanted; what I needed;
what I craved.  I was not going to complain about the pain.

I felt the weight of his burly body on my back with his paunch resting so
warmly on my craving buttocks.  He started to pummel my hole with his
gouging conduit.  He wasn't verbal; he just moaned with the most guttural
pleasure sounds.

Eventually, he pushed me down onto the floor.  My cock was smashed into the
hard sheet-covered carpet.  His full weight lowered onto my back making
breathe difficult.  He continued to slam my hole for several minutes.
Then, he pulled out with a new order, "Get on your back fucker."  I flipped
faster than a greased pig in slop, which essentially I was and am.

Matt took his hands together on his t-shirt and ripped it wide open in the
front exposing his super hairy chest and those luscious man nipples he was
so famous for. I wanted to reach out and wrap my mouth around each one but
that was not to be.  This was his way of teasing and torturing my desires.
He lifted my legs over his shoulders and quickly plunged his continually
solid meat back into my arse.  My thighs rubbed up against his hairy torso.
Fuck, he knew what he was doing.

Matt started grinding my hole faster and faster.  There was no letting up
now.  This was it.  I was going to receive my hairy bear stud's babies.  He
was going to impregnate me.  I was so hot that if I was a woman I would
have conceived that night.  I was as queer for this man as those contessas
on the screen behind.

"Yeah Matt make me your bitch.  Please Matt.  Give me your seed.  Oh fuck
man.  You are so incredibly hot.  I want you.  I need you.  I got to have
your load.  Fuck me Matt.  Fuck me.  Make me yours.  Oh God.  Oh Christ.
Yes.  Yes.  Stretch me.  Hollow me out.  Abuse my pussy hole.  Bung me.
I'm your pussy bottom.  I'm your cunt.  Make me need your beer can.  Give
me your liquor.  Sperm me.  Oil me.  Milk my hole.  Juice me.  I got to
have it.  Give it to me fucker.  Give me your load.  Give it to me man.
Take me.  Make your bitch.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  Oh
Fucccccckkkkkkkkkkk!"

Matt spasmed repeatedly into my cunt.  Sweat was pouring off his brow.  His
entire body was matted from the oozing of perspiration from taking my
pussy.  Once he regained some amount of breath he pulled out collapsing on
top of me with a thud.  His panting continuing against my ear.  Finally, he
pushed up a little.  I caught a moment of air before he pressed his lips to
mine kissing me fervently.  I could still taste my sweet ass fluids as his
tongue dipped into my mouth.

I started to rub my cock against his furry belly.  I planned to caress his
paunch to orgasm but he surprised me by getting up and swallowing my rod
with his masculine mouth.  I screamed and it wasn't a minute before I
ejaculated my happy juice down his accommodating throat.  My juice was
happy and so was I.  Fuck.  What an experience!  He pulled my old trick of
not allowing release of my cock's head when sensitivity arrived.  I roared,
writhed, moaned, cussed; but Matt was way bigger, way stronger and way
heavier than myself.  There was no fucking way he was letting go of my
cock.  He wanted me totally orgasmic and spent.

When I had calmed down, Matt crawled back up to my mouth to caress and kiss
me deeply and lovingly.  I tasted some of my sperm, but he had clearly
wanted to digest the majority of it.  I grabbed onto his baldhead and
snuggled to my big hairy bear.  Oh my God!

We laid in a deep embrace for a long time.  Finally, I said that I thought
was should go.  He agreed.  Matt rolled off of me.  He folded up the sheet
and towels.  We didn't use the towels because neither of us wanted to wipe
anything off of ourselves.  I hugged and kissed him one more time and said,
"Thank you Matt.  That was very special.  You are a wonderful man.  If I
wasn't so young, I would fall for you pretty hard.  I will always remember
you."

"You're welcome, John.  I think you are special too.  Take care."

Matt gave me one last big hug and a kiss.  He pulled up his jeans, turned
and walked up the aisle.  I watched his butt waddle away.  I miss him.  He
was a great guy.  Thank you my friend.

I was never able to read Matt about what his preferences were.  There
seemed to be a hesitation with him.  It was as if he wanted to talk to me
about something; however, he never did.  He was a nice guy.  I miss his
baldhead and that thick cock.  I owe him a debt of gratitude because
practicing on his cock made me a much better cocksucker.

I got home that night with the redolent scent of sex.  I wondered if Dad
would notice.  He had a habit of fucking me when I came home late after a
night of sex.  Tonight I was coming home with the essence of Matt on my
used body.  I quietly crawled into bed.  Dad rolled over to acknowledge my
presence.

"Hey baby."

"Hi Dad."

Dad snuggled over to me, took a whiff and said, "Oh, my boy smells good
like he's been a slut tonight."

"Yeah, Dad.  It was Matt's last night at the theater.  We had amazing sex.
He fucked me with his big bear poker.  My ass is stretched wide like never
before."

"Well, since that hole of yours is all lube up it might as well get another
cramming."

"Yes Daddy.  Fuck my hole.  Add your cream to Matt's."

Dad got up on his haunches.  He raised my legs over his shoulders.  He
didn't lube his dick or my hole.  He plunged his Daddy meat straight in me
and immediately started pounding my ass.  It wasn't long before Dad creamed
shooting his load into my well-oiled depository.  When he was done, he got
off the bed, took a whiz in the toilet and scrambled back into bed.  "Good
night, son."  He gave me a kiss and was out like a light.

This left me with a problem; a hard cock and no one to play with.  I
decided that I would slip out of bed for a few minutes.  I needed to
release a second load before sleeping.  I thought about going on the
Internet, but that would be boring after being laid twice in the past few
hours.  'The front door!'  I exclaimed to myself.  I walked right to the
foyer, turned on the porch light, opened the door and walked onto the porch
without a stitch.  From the stretching of my ass tonight, I was not holding
the cum inside me.  I felt it dripping out.  I reached back to get some
jizz along with my still greased bum for some lube.  I oiled my hard,
throbbing cock and started jerking off on the front porch.  I wanted to
display.  I wanted people to see my naked body.  I wanted people to watch
me shoot my hard man teen load.  Fuck I was so hot.  I fantasized about
Mr. Taylor seeing me with him jerking his cock on the window.  I fantasized
about some of the hunky neighbor fathers watching me.  They couldn't sleep
and came out for some air only to see me naked and jacking on my front
porch.  It didn't take long before I shot some more ropes of cum.  There.
Now I could turn in.  I went back getting as close to Dad as possible.  I
wanted to feel his warmth and body next to me all night.



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