Arthur Becomes a Man
"Rap! Rap! Rap!" It was a polite yet very firm message coming from my front door. I leapt out of my bed and went to the door.
"Who is it?" I asked afraid to open the door because I wasn't about to parade my nakedness to just anyone.
"I am here to fix your toilet?" he said.
"Oh, okay, are you alone out there?" '
Yup!"
I opened the door. He came in and I said, "Hey, I was sleeping and am not dressed, please ignore my body."
He gave a little laugh and said, "Don't worry about it."
I had lived here for a year but never had needed anyone for repair work. "I see you around here all the time, but don't know your name. I am Jeff."
"Art," he said as he made his way to the bathroom with his toolbox. A short fat man with jet black hair. Not exactly handsome but at the same time quite loveable looking. He looked not unlike Antonin Scalia but with better hair and a brighter smile.
"The handle doesn't seem to want to work so I have to take off the top of the tank every time I want to flush."
"Okay, this shouldn't be long."
I put on a pair of underwear and went to the kitchen to plug in the coffee. "Hey, Art. You want some coffee?"
"Sure!"
I put a couple of slices of raisin bread in the toaster and poured myself some juice.
"There. It's done," Art said.
He walked into the kitchen and I put the toast and coffee in front of him. "Take anything in your coffee?"
"Just sugar."
"Sorry, my friend, that is just something this house does not have. How about some vanilla ice cream?"
"Sounds good."
I took the ice cream out of the freezer and dropped a decent sized scoop into his hot coffee. It floated for a second but melted quickly.
"So Art, tell me about yourself. How long have you been in Florida? I know you are not originally from Florida."
"Nope. I am not, Pennsylvania. But we have been here since 1969."
"You mean you came here right after you got married."
"Just about."
"And you were never happier."
"Right.
"We all gotta say that. No one wants to hear that things aren't going great. But I do have a pretty easy life."
"Single?"
"Yup!"
"For how long?"
"Always."
"Never married?"
"No. I'm gay. Hundred percent."
"I would have never guessed. But who can tell about those things anymore."
"It is a different world today." I offered him the toast and butter.
"Do I know your wife? Do you two live on the property?"
"Oh yeah! You probably have seen her. She is at the pool a lot."
"Oh yeah, I have seen her."
"Yeah, she's quite a sight, isn't she?"
I smiled afraid to be rude by laughing but I certainly could have.
"So, you have been here since 1969 and you had just been married. That makes you about 63, right?"
"Nope! I am 73."
"And you are still working?"
"Why not?"
"Indeed. Why not if it is what makes you happy."
"Happy? Who gets that?"
"I do!" I announced boldly and with a big smile.
"What do you do?"
"I do whatever I want. I go where I want, I eat what I want. I love who I want. It is all about me."
"You are lucky."
"No, Art. I made my choices. The grass is always greener. You live with someone whom you care about and you are there for each other. You are never lonely. So you are lucky, too."
"Not true, man. You don't know. Just because you live with someone doesn't mean you aren't lonely."
"So you can't stand your wife, Art?"
"I tolerate her."
"This is probably getting way too personal way too fast. I apologize."
"Don't! It feels great to finally admit to it out loud."
I leaned forward and put my hands on his head and pulled his lips next to mine. I knew he wasn't going to resist. It was a deep and warm kiss. He pulled me closer and our lips didn't part for what seemed like minutes.
"I don't think I have ever felt anything that powerful. WOW!"
"Art. It's here anytime you want it. Have you ever had sex with a man?"
"Nope!"
"I didn't think so. If you are ever ready, I am happy to show you how exciting it can be."
"When?"
"Whenever you want, Fox."
"How about now, handsome? I have been wanting this for a long, long time."
He seemed very confident. Almost too confident I thought. But the smile was melting me.
"Art, you don't seem very nervous. That surprises me. Most newbees would be pretty scared."
"I am scared. Trust me. I haven't a clue what to do. But I am too old to stop and worry. And I like you. I trust you and you seem to like me."
This was going to be fun but not typical. I had never been with a fat man before. He actually sort of looked like a snowman, but the hair was stunning. I could see a few white ones which made it obvious that this was not a dye job. And the smile and good feelings made the whole scene very natural.
"I just got up so let me go into the bathroom and clean up. You come and watch."
I took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. I had him sit on the recently repaired toilet. I took off my underwear and rubbed them into his face and he inhaled as he laughed.
"Jesus! I can't remember when I was last this hot!" he bellowed.
I took the soap and lathered myself under my arms and in my crotch area. Then I took the bar and stroked my asshole with it while I made twisted fuck faces. He was stroking through his pants. I took the towel off the bar and wiped myself off. After replacing the towel I immediately dropped to my knees and pushed my face against his crotch though he was still wearing his uniform.
"Oh Jeff. This feels so good!"
I undid the long zipper and put my hand inside. He wasn't wearing underwear which sort of surprised me and I grabbed his rockhard cock around the base. It was not really that long but it was decently thick. I took it out and looked at the circumsized head. I kissed it and licked it as he moaned. Then in one quick motion I dropped my head taking it as far into my mouth as I could.
"Put your hands on my head and force me down, Artie," I snapped.
He ran his fingers through my hair and forced my head down on his cock which almost reached the back of my throat."
"Oh man! It has been so long. I forgot what this feels like."
"Plenty more adventure to come, Old Man."
"What else is there?
"Ass work, Art. You are gonna love that."
"That sort of scares me, Jeff."
"You are working with a pro, man. There is no need to fear. It will be total pleasure. And remember, if there is ever a time when you aren't comfortable, just tell me and we will change our strategy. The idea is to have fun and for both of us to have the biggest orgasms of our lives. Or at least try to. I am going to turn you into a man you never thought possible." I gave him another sweet and tender kiss on his lips. "For now though, give me something to put on my toast."
I took him by the hand and led him back to the dining area. He was walking with his clothing around his ankles, carefully but quickly. I dropped to my knees as he was standing and put his cock back in my mouth. "Let me know when you are close, Gorgeous!"I helped him off with his shoes and jumpsuit. He stood in front of me totally naked with that fat beautiful belly. I took some butter from my plate and used it to lube his ass. His moans made it clear that this was something he never expected. I put my mouth back on his cock, slid my middle finger inside him and with my free hand started pinching his nipples.
"Oh! This is too much. I can't last much longer."
"Fine, just let me know when you are about to pop, I gotta know."
My mouth got tighter and my head bobbed harder on his cock as my finger fucked him ferociously.
"This is it, Jeff!. This is itttt!!!"
I took his cock out of my mouth and emptied his load all over the toast on my plate. What a load for a young guy! For an old man like this, I was startled. And it just kept coming.
"Here, Sexy. Sit down," I said, relieving him.
"Oh Man! I never!" he stuttered, totally out of breath.
"Just take it easy," I said as I bit off a chunk of my cum-soaked toast.
"You are really something, Jeff. And you seem so calm on the surface."
"I am gentle, Artie. But a piece of ass like you doesn't come along often."
He was still breathing heavy as I grabbed his hand and touched his sweet pudgy face. I waited for him to calm down.
"Rested?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, you got my number and you know where I am. Anytime you need another lesson, just make an appointment," I smiled.
He put on the jumpsuit as I slipped his work shoes in place and tied them. I didn't really want him to go yet but didn't want to make him think that I was going to take up his whole day. What a ball we could have had!
I walked him to the door, kissed his forehead and he said, "See ya."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
He looked around and said, "What?"
I held out my empty hand in front of him and said, "You don't really think I was going to give you that just for fixing my toilet, do you?"
He looked shocked and took out his wallet. "How much?"
"What was it worth to you, Old Man?"
"More than I got with me."
"Then let's call it even for this time."
I pulled him next to me and planted another warm wet kiss as our tongues began to explore. I knew at once that he understood I was playing a game.
He opened the door, I gave his cute big bubble butt a nice brush, and off he went. I went into the kitchen and put my lips to the coffee cup he had been using and drank the rest.
It was the most depressing day I had felt in many many years. I couldn't stop thinking about this man. That bright smile just wouldn't leave my mind. I played over and over every word we expressed, things we didn't say, imagining if I hadn't made the first move. I had regret over starting this because it was going to gnaw at me a long time. I hadn't fallen for someone in 20 years and with the great pleasure comes an intense loneliness.
I tried to think of things to do. I couldn't read. My mind wouldn't settle down. I hated going to movies now. There was no theatre going on because it was summer and Saturday daytime television was painful. Did I want to go get lunch? Alone? Or could I call my friend, Berniece and maybe we could meet at a restaurant. But I wouldn't be able to say much because my mind was just racing with the fact that I had really fallen for this fat old guy.
Had I been able to sleep the entire day I would have been grateful. It was a dreadful and almost cruel day. I did the little bit of shopping I needed. I balanced my checkbook and paid some bills but the numbing thought of being without my new friend was really hurting me.
At four o'clock the phone rang and I dreaded answering. "Hello?"
"Hi, Loverboy, Is everything all right with the toilet?
"Everything is all right with that. But not with something else. I wish you would get here as soon as possible."
"I'll be right over!"
I was trembling for fear that I would say the wrong thing. More sex wouldn't be good, it would make me more mixed up. I had been so direct in the past that I knew this is the only way it would work.
I heard the familiar rap and went to the door. "What's wrong, Jeff?"
"It isn't anything you can fix with that tool box."
"So, are you sick?"
"No, but I feel very bad. Artie, what happened this morning is very unusual for me. I am not a very sexually ambitious person and I can only do something like this if I have real feelings."
He looked confused and sad, as if he were ashamed.
"Artie, you might think this is sudden but I think I have fallen for you."
His mouth dropped opened and after a few seconds he said, "I don't know what to say, Jeff."
"Friendship isn't enough. I have no interest in just being friends. If there is no chance for us, I gotta know now. This has only happened to me two other times in my life, and now that I am older, I can't play that game of hoping again. It is too painful. I just need to know if there is a chance."
There was total silence for what seemed like hours yet was probably no more than 20 seconds.
"Gee, Jeff. I don't know what to say. The whole day this entire thing just kept playing over and over in my head, I thought it must have been a dream. I had no idea you were taking it seriously. I thought you probably did this sort of thing regularly."
"No, sir! I can't. It is way too personal for me. Let me be more frank, Art. I want you. I want to be with you. I want you in my life. I want you to sleep next to me at night. I want to do things with you, not just fucking. If it can't be you, then I am better off alone. I know it when it happens and it happened this morning."
"But it isn't something we can just fix in a minute."
"Really? Why not? You live with someone you cannot stand. I am offering you all I got. Just go home and pack a bag and toothbrush."
"You mean that?"
"Do you really have to ask that? Is your wife going to even care if you are gone for the night? Come on, Artie, let's get on with our life together. Men are different. We don't need to be overly polite, we know what is important. We don't need to make this difficult. And we don't need to hurt anyone. She'll be fine, trust me!"
"I have trusted you before and I was right, so why not again? But Jeff, I am a lot older than you are. Probably 20 years, do you realize that?"
"We are men, Arthur. I am not going to have your baby. You told me how old you are. That doesn't change what I feel. There are gonna be fights. There are gonna be things we don't like about each other, but I want you to be with me til the end. I know it. I mean it. I will fight for it."
"Jeff, this is just so fast. And I have never had anyone say these things to me before. It's sort of scary."
"Wake up next to me tomorrow morning, Artie, and your fears will be gone. I promise. What have you got to lose, man? You can stay with Mrs. Artie and get by or you can be my man and I will do everything I can to make you happy. By the way, what is your last name?"
"Margulies."
"Philadelphia?"
"Of course."
"What have you got, loverboy? 10? Maybe 15 years? Take a chance that they are gonna be the best you have ever known. I know you know I am right; and I know that you are in love with me, too. Resisting is just a matter of time."
All was quiet and then Artie burst out crying. "No one has ever said these things. I don't know if I should believe them."
"Take a chance, Artie. This opportunity probably isn't going to come along again for you. If nothing else, I promise you a lot of fun."
"There are things to consider."
"Like what?"
"Security."
"You mean money."
"Of course!"
"Artie, money is no worry. I have plenty and once we are a couple, what's mine is yours."
"I can't do that!"
"It is a pride thing. I know. I felt that way once. You will get over it soon. The point is that money is not a worry. Was the sex yesterday lousy? Is that the problem?" I said with a devilish smile.
"It was unlike anything I could even imagine."
"And that was just the start. Once we own each other, I am going to insist on something every day. I am going to give you a workout. You are gonna be so tired that you won't have time to fix toilets."
He seemed a little more settled. But it was obvious his mind was still racing. And though he wasn't arrogant, there was definitely a sense of pride about him that was noble. Whatever the outcome, the decision would be made with fairness and consideration for my well being, too.
"Arthur, tell me what are your worries?"
"I don't know. Everything just feels so fast."
"Let's set up some sort of security. A sort of safety net in case things don't go as we hope. I don't have anything to worry about because I know they will. Maybe we should have some sort of pre-nuptual agreement."
"Are you being funny?"
"Not at all. I am just trying to give you the confidence to be able to do what you want most. Maybe you don't even want to be with me in a relationship. Maybe I was so thrilled by you that I am just imagining you want it as much as I do."
"That is part of the problem, Jeff. I just don't know."
"Then begin by doing one thing. Stay overnight and in my bed and see how you feel in the morning. That is going to answer a lot."
"Ya think?"
"Trust me again,"
"Okay, you win. I'll go get my stuff."
"I don't cook, so we will go out to dinner."
He got up and left at once. I wasn't even sure he would be back. But just to say all I did made me feel better. My head was clear. I might be disappointed but felt sort of free of the whole thing.
At six o'clock the familiar rap let me know that all had gone okay. I greeted Artie with a big kiss and he held me for a long time. I took his bag and tossed it away from us. He was still wearing his jumpsuit. I got undressed in a hurry and he followed. When we were both naked, I went to the bedroom and Artie followed. I got under the covers and opened it up as an invitation to him. No words were exchanged. We began a long embrace with our rock hard penises pressed against each other. Kissing and licking each other's noses, ears, eyebrows, cheeks, all over our faces. And when the initial lovemaking was done, I turned him so that his ass was against my cock and wrapped my arms around him. No move was made for anything else. What we were enjoying was greater than any sex either of us had ever experienced. "Artie, if I could fall asleep in this position and never wake up, I would die so happy."
We lay like that, wide awake for two hours. Neither of us indicating we wanted dinner. "I gotta pee," he said. He got up and I followed him into the bathroom. We locked lips and I held his penis as he released his warm flow. After he had finished I dropped to my knees and put his still excited penis in my mouth to catch any drip that he might still have had. It was delicious.
Back in bed, curled up, I said, "I want to do something with you and it isn't for your excitement, but my own. If you get pleasure from it, fine, but this is for me. Will you help me, lover man?"
"Anything!"
"It might seem like acrobatics at first but just go with it."
"I can't wait."
I got below him and pushed his knees back so that his asshole was staring at me. I pressed my face in and started rimming him. "Oh, my God. I never felt anything like that before." I kept licking and pushing my nose and my tongue inside as he cried and stroked his cock. I stroked myself at the same time and needed to release. I dropped his legs and shot my load very hard all over his belly. "Oh man! That was sooo cool!" he laughed. I got a towel and started to clean him off and he held my arm back, and said, "No! Not yet. Let me feel it for awhile!" He rubbed the semen all over his chest and face. We resumed our position as my still dripping cock emptied between his asshcheeks and shriveled up.
"Remember something, Baby. You need to be fucked. You need to know what it's like. I am getting you ready for it. You will know. And if you don't like it, we will never do it again. But because you are such a good lover, something tells me that you are gonna love it."
"Okay, Dad!"
"When my semen was on your chest it felt really good, didn't it? Comforting?"
"Oh yeah! Right!"
"Now, it is almost nine. If you want to go out for dinner, you let me know. Arthur, I am your slave tonight and for many more. Whatever you wish is my duty. I am honored to serve you, Master."
"No one ever said anything like that to me," he laughed.
"Well, get used to it, Slut!"
"Slut? No one ever thought of me like that. It feels so sexy."
"As long as you are with me, if you live to be one hundred, be prepared to be the vital sexy man you are."
This time he took my head in his hands and planted a long wet kiss on my mouth. Finally, I didn't take control and felt secure.
We fell into a peaceful sleep.
At three o'clock I awoke to notice that Artie was looking at me. Just looking at my face. I reached over and touched his face and said, "Will you hold me for awhile?"
"Sure."
I turned so that my butt was against his crotch and he held me. It was not uncomfortable but being at least six inches taller than he, it was awkward. Awkward but wonderful and I fell back to sleep.
The sun was starting to come up and Artie tried to get up without waking me. He went to the bathroom and I could tell he was taking care of his morning ritual. When he got back to bed, I said to him,"Now is the time."
"I was hoping you would say that, Jeff."
I was sure that he had made himself especially clean. I put some saliva in my hand and put it between his asscheeks, then I put more. And still more until he was very wet. I stroked the outside of his hole with my finger. He moaned in pleasure. He started to say something, and I said,"No words, my love. Words will just get in the way."
I continued stroking slowly and felt his erection growing tremendously.
"Arthur, remember, if you feel any discomfort, you gotta let me know somehow so that I can make adjustments."
"Okay, Lover. But tell me something. When do I get to suck on your cock?"
"Looking forward to that, huh?"
"Been thinking about it for 73 years."
I turned over on my back with my hardon standing up straight and said, "Let the feast begin."
Arthur got on his hands and knees over me. He took my cock in his hand and tried putting the entire cock in his mouth at once.
"Slow down, my friend. Savor it for awhile. You will work yourself up to that. Just enjoy it."
He licked the entire cock like it was a lollipop, licking my balls, licking the area between my cock and asshole, just enjoying it with his very firm tongue.
"I had no clue it was going to taste so good."
"Like candy, isn't it?"
"Oh man, I might get used to this."
From this position I couldn't really reach his asshole with my face so I continued probing his hole with my fingers as he kept up his oral exercises. He moaned in pleasure as he got more aggressive with my cock. His ass still felt pretty tight and I knew he wasn't ready for cock. I put a good amount of KY in my hand and spread it all over his twat while he continued sucking slowly. I slipped my index finger into him and he let out a huge groan of satisfaction. In and out for a couple minutes, then I slid my middle finger in next to it. He was accepting it easily and I spread my fingers. I took them out and slid my thumb inside and he said, "Jesus! I can't take this, I might come."
I stopped and pulled him away from my cock and kissed him. "Artie, remember something. If I am fucking you and it is going right, every stroke should feel like you are releasing a giant shit."
"Really? That is what it feels like?"
"You know that great feeling you have after you release a huge piece of crap?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Well, you should feel that with every stroke."
"Bring it on, Mister! Bring it on!"
"There are lots of different positions we can try, but at this point I need to be looking at your face as much as I can. Is that okay with you?"
"God, that feels so romantic."
"I am a romantic. The fucking doesn't interest me like the lovemaking. Are your knees strong?"
"I think so."
"Then I will turn over on my back and you position yourself so that you legs straddle my body. Take my cock in your hand and lower your ass onto it."
I bent my knees to give him support and he climbed onto my crotch.
"Just relax there for awhile. Do you feel comfortable?"
"Very."
"Can I just look at that handsome smiling face for awhile and remember this beautiful moment?"
"Please do."
No one can know exactly what someone else feels. But I know that at that moment, I had never felt such peace and happiness. I wish those minutes could have continued forever. But the memory remains vivid.
"Art, it's your ass, and your moment. I think you know what you have to do. Whenever you are ready, begin. And if it hurts too much, just stop and wait. I never had any pain the first time and you shouldn't either; it is a matter of letting your breath control your ass. Breathe deeply as you slide down on it and everything should be fine. Don't hurry! Remember that it should feel like you are taking a dump. And if for some reason some shit does slip out, don't worry about it. It happens to all of us sometimes. I love you. I love your shit. Just continue. We will clean it up when we have finished and we will laugh."
"God, I am lucky!"
"No! I am lucky! Don't ever forget that. Hot eager virgins are not so common. Especially ones with beautiful smiles. And remember something else. If you really have feelings for me, nothing, I mean nothing will feel as wonderful as having me inside you."
"I know that now, Jeff."
He lifted himself, reached around and gripped my cock. He put the head next to his entrance which was very lubed, and pushed it in.
"Breathe, breathe!"
The look of pleasure filled his face as he slowly continued lowering himself.
Once my cock was all the way in, I gripped his thighs and said, "Now, just leave it there and enjoy the feeling."
Art looked off into space as he continued deep though not exaggerated breathing. Words could never communicate the facial expressions he made.
"Listen! When you are ready, start to pump. And more important than anything, forget me and think only of your satisfaction. That is what will bring me off. Be sluttier than anything you thought possible, Bitch!"
"Oh, Jeff, I do feel like a complete sexual pig."
"Good! Because that is exactly what you are."
And off he went, pumping away as if he was riding a horse. I reached up and pinched his nipples hard while his sphincter stroked my cock. He smartly tightened his muscle to give my cock that extra charge. I knew that I had to let him cum first. And by about the thirtieth stroke he let out a huge groan as his cock shot the length of my body touching my chin.
He got off and lay back breathing very heavy as I positioned my cock and shot my load all over his face.
"AWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" he sighed.
I collapsed next to him and took his hand in mine as both of us breathed desperately. I then released a huge fart. He did likewise after several seconds. We turned to face each other and gave tender kisses.
"I gotta be honest, Art. After I have fucked a guy, I can't stand the sight of him, so get dressed and get the fuck outta here."
"Don't tell me what to do, asshole! I will go when I am good and ready."
God, it felt good to be on the same plane.
"So what do you think? Are you staying?"
"You were right that I would know by morning. What do you think my decision is?"
"I got it! Virgin Sluts get that first taste and then they can't get enough."
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