This will be another multi-part story loosely based on my sexploits. "Luke" is all of my favorite daddies I've had the pleasure of being with over a lifetime all rolled into one. I know my leading men all have very similar physical descriptions. These are the men who turn my crank and the men I have traditionally chased my whole life. You get no apology from me on that score. And what do you really pay for this stuff? I hope you will see fit to make a donation to Nifty. It's the only place I know of on the web that you can scour like this for your own special brand of kinky lit, whatever that brand might be. So be a stand-up guy. Comments can be sent to me at boyatthart@yahoo.com.
Big Daddy Luke (part 1)
by Boyatt Hart
This happened in the late 70s before the advent of bear culture. I was 25 at the time and it was not a very gay friendly era even for the most routine of gay guys, much less a gay man with my niche taste in men. From my earliest memory I was always drawn to the big daddies, and I mean BIG. So I didn't fit in with the emerging gay scene, which catered to "young and pretty" and those who chased after that "ideal". Being an avid strength trainer I was a big, strong guy who tipped the scales at over 250 pounds and was a dedicated admirer of those hypermasculine, older men who possessed even greater size and strength.
My first encounter with a man who fit my ideal was with a co-worker named Luke. He stood about my height, six feet, and weighed upwards of 350 VERY solid pounds. He had a round, manly, rugged face with a perpetual five o'clock shadow, perhaps not classically handsome but incredibly so by my standard. He had a big, firm, beautiful, round belly, a barrel chest, massive, strong arms and wide, thick shoulders that fairly swallowed his enormous bull-like neck.
Luke's build was comparatively narrow at the hips giving his powerful looking, broad back a hint of that sexy V-taper, and he had these big melon-like buns that sat atop tree-trunk sized thighs that spoke loudly and clearly to the immense strength of his lower body. Couple all this with the huge package that strained at his trouser leg whether standing or seated and what you had was a man whose mere presence made my dick spring uncontrollably hard.
At over seven inches long and a good five and a half around it was nearly impossible for me to mask and was a source of considerable embarrassment at the office anytime Luke was within viewing distance. The men on our crew, many of them in their 50s and 60s, often teased me indirectly with comments about their own uncontrollable hardness in their youth, assuming I was dreaming of girls I think. But Luke, always in my constant gaze whenever we were in the same location, never made mention of it and frequently chided the other men to lay off, even though in truth he seemed to go out of his way to make himself easy viewing for me.
We worked in teams of two with the older guys in the lead role. On Friday morning at the end of my first week the office chief came in as usual to announce who would be teamed with whom. Before he could get a word out Luke's velvety bass voice boomed, "I'll take this guy," planting a firm, manly slap on my back.
That was that. No argument, just a little muttering under the man's breath as he put his eraser to his pad and then turned his pencil around to scratch in a quick revision to his list.
I was at once thrilled and scared to death at the thought of spending an entire day with this god of a man, in my eyes at least. We were soon on the road for our day's work and in no time he had laid his back story out for me almost in its entirety. Having reached age 52 he found himself with his son out on his own at last and his wife uninterested in him for anything but a paycheck. So, they mutually consented to a divorce.
He said he loved her still and had been faithful to her for the duration of their marriage. But she had long been a mismatch as a sex partner and, although they remained good friends, he was glad to finally be free to once again pursue his true sexual identity as bi, which he had only briefly been able to act on while he was in Korea with the Marines.
"That's not something I make known about myself in any general way," he said with a knowing smile, "but I'm pretty sure those stares of yours haven't been because of my wardrobe. So if you're as open to this invitation as I suspect you are, we could sure get to know one another a lot better and have ourselves a damn good time in the process. And if I've read you all wrong then we can just pretend this conversation never happened."
My head was swimming at the speed and ease with which he relayed all this to me. I confirmed his suspicions about my attraction to him and stammered my surprise at all he had said.
He laughed, sounding relieved, and said, "I just figured you knew you were my type, too. Why do you think I've been finding ways to be around you at every opportunity? You're a big ol' boy like me...better looking maybe...and that big ol' hard-on you've been sporting since you came on board has been on my mind...a LOT!"
"Sorry 'bout that," I said with a blush.
"No need to apologize, boy," he said with a grin, "I've gotten a big kick out of it and, besides, I know what it's like to pack more meat than you can hide."
"That's a fact!" I blurted in agreement.
With that out of the way we dove into our assigned route and then decided to go to an isolated park to eat our lunches and resume our conversation. When we were done eating Luke got to his feet, unzipped his trousers and casually hauled himself out of his fly balls and all. I was dumbfounded by what he presented to me and, judging from his laughter, it must have shown on my face.
"No sense keeping a secret of what we're gonna be bringing to the party," he said in a good-natured but serious tone, "Here's what you get to play with. Now let's see what you'll be bringing me."
I stood, unable to take my eyes off the enormity of his generously portioned equipment, and struggled to get my already erect meat on display for him. I finally gave up trying to maneuver it out through my fly after a clumsy struggle and simply undid my slacks at the waist. He let out a long, approving whistle as my raging hard-on sprang out for his inspection.
"I haven't been at this too long now, mind you, but you look quite a bit bigger than the fellas I've gotten to play around with these last few months," he said looking quite pleased with his find, "It's even bigger than it looks stretching at your pants."
He reached out and wrapped his huge right hand around it, giving it a gentle tug. I could scarecely believe my eyes as his hulking, hooded member, far bigger than anything I had ever seen except in porn mags, began to plump up and lift off of his magnificent ball sac. Soon he too was fully erect and, with his left hand, he took hold of my right wrist and guided my hand onto it. I shivered at the feel of it, very warm and so fat I had to squeeze to get my thumb and middle finger to meet around its bulky girth.
"Let me show you something," Luke calmly said as he stepped forward and touched his gaping piss slit to mine.
Before I knew what was happening he rolled his ample foreskin forward so that it enveloped both our cock heads. Again I shivered and unexpectedly erupted in orgasm.
"I thought you'd like that," he said brimming with condidence.
Luke let our cock heads continue to share space in the warm, velvety confines of his wonderful shroud, suspended in the viscosity of my copious load. I think I could have stayed like that all afternoon but the burly brute stepped back to unhook us and admire how thickly I had coated us. Luke then pulled out his handkerchief and was about wipe us clean when I stopped him.
"I'm the one who made this mess on you. May I clean you up?" I asked as I sat on the park bench.
He grinned as though he had struck paydirt and stepped toward me, rolling his manly skin back off of his beefy, cum coated glans.
"As horned up as you've got me right now I know for sure I'll mess in your mouth the exact same way," he cautioned.
"I sure hope so," I assured him as I opened wide and let him guide the meaty head of his incomparable appendage into it.
I thrilled to its rubbery firmness and closed my eyes as I contentedly nursed on him. Tasting my own cum was nothing new, having done it hundreds of times by then. But tasting it on the head of another man's dick was totally new; especially from the dick of a man who seemed to have stepped straight out of my dreams.
He placed a hand on the back of my head and sighed his contentment as I worked my tongue over the highly sensitive head of his turgid member. His breathing became labored and an occasional, faint moan floated up from deep within his cavernous chest.
"Here it is!" he announced as his grip tightened on the back of my head.
Immediately Luke flooded my cock-stuffed mouth with a taste that was at once familiar, yet distinctly different from the one I had been enjoying till that moment. It was different, but just as delicious. I opened my eyes and gazed up over his great belly into his rugged face, his eyes twinkling and his beatific, ear-to-ear grin wreathed in those grandfatherly jowls I had instantly fallen in love with.
The giant eased his grip and gently patted my head as he said, "You're really somethin', boy!"
His eyes closed and he gently probed my mouth with his flagging tool as I sucked every last remnant of his seed from it.
Then he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Stand up so I can clean you off now."
I watched admiringly as his member softened to the point he could haul it back in through his fly, even as my own had stiffened again from sucking him off and watching the splendid show that followed.
He sat and fondled my resuming erection, admiring it sincerely.
"You sure got a nice one," he commented as he began licking the head.
Suddenly he devoured about half of my length and began slowly working his big, round head up and down on me until, with a little more than two inches to go he triggered his gag reflex on it. My gland ached from the second round of stimulation but I simply could not refuse him this prized moment of male bonding.
Luke pulled off and smiled up at me as he said, "No man's ever brought me enough dick to do that to me before." He then planted a kiss on my cock head and continued, "And your cum tastes as good to me as my own!"
I swelled with pride as I watched Luke go back down on me, satifying his urge to please another man but being careful not to exceed his newfound limit. The behemoth did finally manage to induce a second orgasm in me, although nearly dry, before concluding his mission.
I packed my equipment away and we got back in his car to finished the day's work, both of us feeling on top of the world and talking like men who had been friends for years. Before getting back to the office we made plans for me to come stay with him at his apartment the following night.
Once we arrived in the office parking lot, however, Luke pulled a pack of mint gum from his shirt pocket and tore a stick in half for us to share.
He winked and said with a laugh as jolly as Santa himself, "As good as all that cum tasted...and believe me I plan on tasting a lot more of it on Saturday...we better not let these guys catch us with it on our breath!"