Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2003 13:38:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dicky <caffeineman_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Mr. Rock" part 1

This is a gay related story, if you are offended by
gay activity you don't need to go any further than
this. This story is graphic and goes into detail with
gay activity and is intended for men and women over
the age of 18.


"Mr. Rock" Part 1

6-19-2003
 caffeineman_2000@yahoo.com

I love every and all middle school fundraisers.
Wrapping paper, magazine subscriptions, and best of
all candy bars.  If it wasn't for this candy bar
fundraiser I would not have gotten to see my next door
neighbor's dad, Mr. Rock, naked in all his bearish
glory.

It was the spring of my 8th grade year and I was at
the peak of my adolescent "horny all the time" stage
(which I have yet to grow out of). The sun was out of
control and was causing my shirt and shorts to stick
to my skin.  By the time Chris and I had made the
rounds around the block on our bikes selling that damn
candy we were soaked with sweat and in need of
something to drink.

"We can go count the money in my kitchen.  I've got to
have something to drink or I'm going to pass out,"
said Chris, my skinny, slightly awkward next-door
neighbor who I have been friends with for as long as I
can remember.

We threw our bikes down on the grass in the backyard
and stormed into the kitchen.  I am very grateful that
Chris didn't hear me but I gasped when we I saw him.
Mr. Rock, standing at the stove in nothing but a
towel, which was much too small for his large figure.
His big, taught hairless belly, constantly erect
nipples, and bulging biceps were right there in all
their glory.  Luckily he was on the phone and Chris
was pouring drinks, so I got to get my eyeful in
unnoticed as well as fantasize about doing naughty
naughty things to that man.

"Orange juice, or kool-aid"

I snapped out of attention to see Mr. Rock leaning
about a foot away from my face with his elbows on the
counter.

"Hey Bud, Chris asked you what you wanted about 5
times.  Someone sure has their head somewhere else,"
said Mr. Rock, looking right into my eyes.

"Ugh..ugh.....ummm...." I stammered, obviously
embarrassed and flustered by the proximity of his body
and that I was a complete moron.

"Kool aid" I finally stammered.  Mr. Rock just laughed
his hearty laugh and went back to cooking his lunch on
the stove.

Set up camp on the counter, and I began to count the
money we had made so far.  Growing up slightly poor,
this was the most money I had seen in a while.  To the
Rock's, it was pennies on a bucket.

My entire life Mr. Rock was like a second father to
me.  My own dad worked nights, se he slept in the
daytime.  I was always over next-door playing video
games, jumping on the trampoline, and swimming in
their pool.  Mr. Rock was the one who brought me to my
first baseball game, took me mini golfing with Chris
and his now ex-wife, and on vacations to Theme parks
and such.

I just recently started masturbating, and was confused
by the thoughts and images I had in my head.  I would
recall Mr. Rock, swimming with us, egging us on to
wrestle with him, wearing those ridiculously small
bathing suits, putting a towel on his waist and taking
off his trunks from underneath.  The towel exposing
his leg right up to his hip.

And here he was right in front of me with one of those
towels on, walking around the kitchen showing more leg
than I have ever seen.

I was half way through counting when I heard Chris and
Mr. Rock laughing about something.  I looked up to see
Mr. Rock playfully flexing both his biceps, puffing
his barrel chest our to mammoth proportions.  I was in
awe.  Being slightly stocky myself, I was always
ashamed at my bulk.  But here was this gorgeous man
showing it off right in front of me.

Of course every time Mr. Rock would catch my eye and
see me staring, I would look back down and continue
counting the money, trying my hardest to hide my
embarrassment.

As Mr. Rock started trying to flex each bicep one at a
time I noticed something about his towel.  Because of
all his movement the towel was starting to loosen.  I
could tell because his light brown pubes were starting
to peek out over the top of the fabric.

I felt my cock twitch with excitement.  Did he notice?
Was he going to fix it?

That's when it happened.  As Mr. Stone started flexing
even more wildly his towel finally gave up and fell to
the floor.  I gasped again and this time I'm sure Mr.
Rock heard me because when I looked at his face he was
starring at me, and that's when he winked at me.
I quickly look back down to see the fattest cock I had
ever seen.  4 inches of flaccid cock that was about as
thick as a beer can.

Chris jumped up and ran out of the room screaming and
laughing about how gross and disgusting it was to see
his dad naked.  I however had frozen. I couldn't tear
my eyes away.

Was it my imagination or was Mr. Rocks cock twitching
and getting fatter?

He was just smiling as he slowly gathered up his
towel, and walked down the hall away from me and into
his bedroom, stopping right before his door to see if
I was still staring, which I was, and to wink at me
again.

My cock was straining against my cotton shorts,
pleading to be touched.  Unfortunately Chris was
coming back into the kitchen so I plopped the box of
candy on my lap to hide my boner, and continued
counting the money.

"Did you see it? I saw only a glimpse of it before I
ran but it was enough. I can't believe I just saw my
dad's dick. GROSS!" Chris said making his face as
contorted as possible.

"Ughh...yeah that was..ugh..pretty gross...Luckily I
had my head down and was counting when it happened." I
lied.

My head was spinning.  I miss counted the money 4
times before just giving it to Chris to count, blaming
it on the heat or something.

While he was counting and distracted I quickly got and
made some excuse about having to go home and get
something and quickly flew out the door to the
backyard, my pulsing erection leading the way as I
jumped over the fence.  I ran in my house, which was
empty except for my sleeping father, and quickly beat
off to the image of Mr. Rock's cock.  It took me all
of 2 minutes to cum.

I cleaned up and headed back over there, of course
already horny again.

As I ran threw Chris's back yard I didn't notice that
my bike was by itself.  I ran into Chris's house with
out knocking as I always did, and called out his name.
No answer. As I made my way through the house I heard
these noises, but I couldn't put my finger on them.  I
checked the family room, I checked the dining room. No
Chris.  I made my way through the kitchen to go down
the hallway to the bedroom when I flashed back again
to the Mr. Rock naked earlier.  My cock did its usual
dance in my pants and I had to readjust myself a few
times.

I made my way towards Chris's room when I saw that Mr.
Rock's door was open.  I crept up closer and was
shocked to find 300 pound Mr. Rock, naked, on his back
spread eagle stroking his body and moaning.  His cock
only at half-mast was still fucking huge.  I had to
cover my mouth to keep from gasping again.  I decided
I could leave and pass this opportunity up, so I crept
into the bathroom that had both a door in the hallway,
and in his bedroom.  From here I could peek through
the cracked bathroom door and watch without him over
his shoulder without him seeing.

I watched as his big bear paws caressed his milky
white chest and belly, stopping to play with his
already erect nipples.  His cock slightly jerking with
every pinch.  I couldn't believe this was going on and
I was actually watching.

My hand had a mind of it's own because it slowly crept
to my crotch, massaging my once again raging hard on.
His groans and deep growls were the hottest sounds I
had ever heard.  I had watched plenty of porn, hell,
Mr. Rock once ordered it for us one time when he was
out of town, but up until this point I had only heard
girls moan.  I had never heard a guy moan, especially
not a bear this size letting loose sounds from deep
inside.  Let me tell you it was turning me on more
than anything.

His had slowly crept down to his semi-hard cock and
began to massage it to life, slowly bringing it to
full mast.  My eyes were as big as saucers when I saw
his cock grow to about 8 and half inches, still as
thick as a beer can.  His thick stubby fingers barely
touched as they wrapped around his shaft, slowly
stroking it.

I looked down at my shorts and began to slowly unzip
my pants letting free my straining cock.  My head was
bright purple, my balls begged to be played with.
My heart jumped as I heard a rustling from his bed,
but as I looked up I saw that he was just changing his
position.

"FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC" I thought as I realized now that
he changed his position I got to see right between his
legs.  He would have seen me if his belly wasn't so
big and his head wasn't thrown back in ecstasy.

His balls were big and hairy, and I imagined myself
playing with them, feeling their weight in my hands.
Mr. Rock was beginning to pick up speed on his cock,
moaning even louder than before. Precum was oozing out
of his head, generously lubricating his paw. I started
stroking my dick at the same pace as him, my breathing
getting heavier and heavier.  I watched as his hips
started bucking, pumping his thick cock without having
to move his hand.

He let out a mighty growl and moved both of his hands
to his nipples, humping the air. I watched rope after
rope of cum shot out of his cock and onto his chest,
face, and legs.

I barely even noticed that I was about to cum myself.
I furiously stroked my cock as I felt my body
convulse.  A stream of cum shot out and hit the door,
while the rest dribbled onto my fist.
"SHIT" I thought as I cleaned my hand off with my
tongue.

I quickly pulled up my pants and exited the bathroom
as quietly as possible.

As I jumped over the fence and into my own yard I'm
sure my smile was visible for miles.