***This fictional story involves a romantic encounter between an older man and a young adult, if this is not your idea of a fun time please read no further! If you enjoyed the story I would love to hear from you! You can e-mail me at "dougdicksonart (at) gmail.com" I write for fun and the encouragement goes a long way to inspiring further stories :) ***
It was a beautiful sunny morning in late spring so I decided to do the readings for my coursework out on our front porch. I was finishing my second year of college, but still living at home as my parents had a really nice place in the burbs near my school. Besides, my mom worked long hours and night shifts and my dad was always away on business so I'd often have the place to myself.
I was trying hard to focus on this psychology textbook but the beautiful weather was distracting enough, until our next door neighbor Mr. Barker stepped out onto his own porch wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that was open at the front and a slender pair of briefs, throwing my concentration out the window. I let out a long lustful sigh, and tried to control myself and not make it too obvious as I glanced over at him, taking in all I could of his beautiful, shapely body.
Mr. Barker, though my folks always called him Fred, was a thickly built man. He was in his early fifties but kept in excellent shape, with just enough heft behind the muscle to keep him from looking like those overly sculpted Ken dolls you'd see at the gym. His dark brown hair was starting to thin but still swooped out in a handsome curl towards the front. This and the tufts of grey coming in on his sideburns only served to frame his perfect face all the better, he was older but still had a sort of boyish charm to him and a killer smile.
Fred Barker just exuded that kind of erotic, masculine energy that was the stuff of my wet dreams. Thick lips and stolid features, a strong browline and the gentle curves delineating that strong, square jaw all set my heart aflame. And here he was half-naked in front of me, offering me another rare peek at the pattern of bushy salt and pepper chest hair I longed to bury my face in.
Apparently he'd just woken up because after stepping outside he yawned, in his deep and gravelly voice, and stretched his arms above him, interlocking his fingers and pushing out that beautiful barrel chest and his firm belly. It may sound a bit embarrassing but one of the things I found sexiest about him was his belly. It was the perfect size, bigger than a paunch but you could hardly call him fat, and firm and solid from the well-defined abs underneath. I can't count the number of times I'd jerked myself off in bed imagining that thick hairy belly bumping up against my forehead as I sucked Mr. Barker off.
He scratched at his chest then made his way down the steps toward the sidewalk to collect the paper from his mailbox. Fred looked behind him as he reached the bottom step and noticed me for the first time, "Morning Pete!" he barked and hit me with that dreamy, penetrating smile.
I managed to stutter out "H-Hey Mr. Barker!" and quickly and awkwardly shuffled the position of my legs to hide my growing erection. Lucky for me he was no longer looking in my direction as he strut down the walkway. Every movement he made had a kind of swagger to it, which, as a kind of geeky and self-conscious kid I admired. He stooped down to pick up the paper and his robe shifted to the side revealing his muscular hairy legs the sight of which I drank down greedily.
By the time he made his way back up the walk he wandered over to our side of the lawn and leaned over against the railing by the stairs. I was transfixed, the bulge in those tight undies seemed just about overflowing, I really was trying hard to stop staring because I could tell he was about to ask me a question. He absent mindedly thumbed the waistband on his briefs, the curve of his midriff sloping under his belly leading down to that heavy looking pouch just barely concealing his big cock and balls the outline of which I was seeing quite clearly. "Whatcha studying?" he grinned.
"Uhh, yeah!" I wanted so badly to impress him but whenever he spoke with me my heart jumped into my throat and I could tell I sounded like an idiot, "just, this is just for my, uh, psych class, just some..." and I trailed off.
"Good man!" he bellowed, "your daddy must be proud to have such a hardworking kid." With that he sauntered off and back up into his own house, "keep at it, boy!" he said and I managed to chirp in a thank you as he slammed the door shut.
To give you some context I've had a crush on Mr. Barker since I was a kid. Unlike our other neighbors, Fred mostly kept to himself, and so I didn't know too much about him apart from what I could glean from careful observation. I didn't know what he did for a living but he must have worked from home because he didn't go out too often, except to go for a run around noon each day. My dad always asked me to mow the lawn in the warmer seasons and I'd learned to schedule that chore around Fred's runs as it'd offer me a perfect view of his warm up routine.
He'd always limber up in his front lawn before a run by stretching out his long, beautiful legs, while wearing some very revealing and tight running shorts that showed off his big, meaty thighs. As he circled the block each round I'd see him pass me by sweatier and sweatier. How I longed to catch just a whiff of his sweaty pits when he'd finally return with his t-shirt all wet, or if I could peel off those running shorts and bunch them up against my nose. This routine would fuel my fantasies each night, I'd bust a huge load just reliving my memories from earlier that day.
This morning wasn't my first time seeing him in various states of undress, in fact he'd often make that walk to the curb and back or take his morning coffee on the porch in the same state. I started to get the feeling he was a bit of an exhibitionist, and I couldn't fault him for it as he certainly had a body worth showing off. I was rarely lucky enough though to get such a close up view as I did this morning, and the really uncanny part was his breaking his gruff, reserved exterior to speak with me, which almost never happened.
The whole experience left my head spinning, and my cock was rock hard in my pants and ready to explode. I had to carry my textbook in front of my crotch when I jumped back into the house to hide the tent in my jeans. Then I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and furiously masturbated, picturing Fred's gorgeous, enormous package. I shot a huge load that hit me in the face and stained my shirt.
As long as we'd known him Mr. Barker was single, but he was known as being a bit of a lady's man. In fact, the beautiful women we'd see entering and exiting his house at all hours of the night became the talk of the neighborhood. People had all sorts of speculations about the nature of his relationship with all these women. I, however, could confirm that these relationships were exclusively sexual.
This leads me to a shameful part of the story. The way our houses were set up with our backyards enclosed by fences, Fred had the house on the corner, with our house right next door, and the only window facing his backyard with a clear view was mine on the second floor. At least once every few weeks, and especially in the summer, I just happened to look out my window and caught him fooling around with one of these girls in his backyard.
I've never been attracted to a woman but I could tell all these ladies were knock-outs, and some even looked as young as I was. I know I should have looked away, and in fact it was kind of sad watching because I knew he'd never want to fuck me in that same way, but I couldn't tear myself away from my little peepshow. Eventually, and it makes me feel gross to confess this, I bought a little pair of binoculars that I'd plant in the corner of the window and look out from.
Seeing these naked women was kind of a turn off, but it was all worth it to watch Fred fuck their brains out with his enormous, virile, imposing member. He really knew how to perform and take control, and would flip them over and around on every surface in his patio set, from the reclining chairs to the table and then down to the manicured lawn. He'd be spreading their legs apart, moving them into different positions while I panted by the window.
I loved watching his beefy muscle flex as he thrust forward and backward. When he would fuck their mouths I would imagine it was me on my knees in front of him, thinking I'd make just the same girlish squeals. Once I even saw him cum right on the girl's face, and it was almost like I could feel that precious cream right dribbling down my own chin.
I'd never been more jealous and aroused at the same time than these moments. On two separate occasions, kneeling by the corner of my bedroom near the window, I'd shot all over the wall and floor of my room without even touching myself, bigger loads than I'd ever made before. I really was crazy about this man, which was pathetic considering he barely ever spoke to or noticed me.
I tried to keep working on my schoolwork but I couldn't stop picturing his beautiful body leaning up against the banister in front of me. It's like his image was burned into my mind, and I would almost start drooling when I thought about it. When the clock rolled around to about noon I was too ready to head back out and get started mowing the lawn thinking it meant another shot to appreciate the stunning display of my studly neighbor's beautiful body.
Sure enough as soon as I got set up outside Mr. Barker stepped out in his running clothes. "Hey there," he called out to me. His voice sounded strained and when I looked over he was into a deep squat, stretching out his hairy, muscular legs and arms, "You sure do keep that lawn cut short huh Champ?"
"Haha, yeah, I guess, my dad he's uh, pretty anal about it, you could say..." I could barely think of the words I was saying as they left my mouth, I was a bit stunned that he was talking to me at all.
"Well you do a good job, looks like you're kinda anal yourself," he chuckled. He was shifting from one position to another as he spoke with me, each one more tantalizing than the last. "Hell I should hire you to do my lawn"
"Hey sure! I'd be happy to do it for free Mr. Barker!" I could hear myself shouting and even thought my voice cracked, I thought what a fool I must look like, but Fred was smiling at me and laughing like he thought it was funny.
"I'll bet you'd do a great job if I put you to work boy," the way he called me boy and champ was making me blush. He kept on with his stretches, now he had one knee on the ground with the other leg propped up in front of him, and that tight pair of shorts was riding so far up his ample thighs.
"Really, I'd be happy to, any time!" To that he just smiled, then went on with his routine as if to say he was finished talking, but I didn't want the conversation to end. My stomach was in knots trying to think of something to say, "great day for a run, it's beautiful out."
"Sure is! Why, you ever go running?" Fred was finished now and I could tell he was ready to run away from me, "I only ever see you with your nose buried in those books."
"Oh, uh, I guess you're right, haha, so focused on school I don't always get much exercise."
Mr. Barker sauntered over still laughing and gripped me by the arm. "Yeah it's true you look a little scrawny to me buddy!" he joked, then he tussled my hair playfully, "I always see you watching me out here, I get to thinking you might be a runner yourself and just don't know it, hm?" He turned away from me and started to walk off. His last comment left me a little dumbfounded, was I too obvious? Was he flirting with me? There was no way, as far as I knew Mr. Barker was 100% straight. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind. "Why don't you join me some time? I could use a training buddy."
As crazy as I was feeling I knew exactly how to answer here, "Well Mr. Barker, I could just get my stuff right now if you don't mind waiting a second?"
He turned back around to face me, grinning, "Oh yeah? Alright sure, atta boy! Go get your stuff!" Needless to say I dropped everything I was doing and was in and out of the house in some running shoes in a heartbeat. A few moments later we were on the road and he called back to me in his deep growl, "just try to keep up!"
He wasn't joking, Mr. Barker trained every day and it showed, I was gasping within the first few minutes, but watching his perfect ass in those tight shorts bounce up and down in front of me as we bounded down the street kept me going. I admired Mr. Barker, and honestly thought him beautiful in any state, but trailing behind him as I saw him in his element, his perfect body in perfect motion, he just looked so majestic it made my heart melt.
We hit a traffic light and paused, I caught up to him and started gasping to catch my breath, doubled over, which was embarrassing as Fred kept running on the spot to keep his heart rate up. I could tell he was taking some sadistic pleasure in watching me and he laughed heartily down at me. I was still gasping when Mr. Barker gave me a playful pat on the ass and said "Hey, you're doing good boy, for a rookie."
I was in too much of a daze to even register how crazy that pat would have made me feel in any other context, it was inconceivable to me that it could mean anything other than the sportif, masculine encouragement Fred meant it as. "Thanks Mr. Barker!" I managed to choke out through bated breath. I could see the sweat glistening on his brow, and the wet spots appearing on his shirt under those brawny arms. I wished so badly to just reach out and touch that wet fabric.
"Hey, I know a nice path we could take, different from the usual, into the woods down there, that sound good to you?"
"Sure!" was all I could say, I was still bent over, but now the traffic light had changed and Fred bolted ahead of me. I stumbled after him determined to catch up to this beast of a man. Watching his broad back and his substantial calves and thighs while I trailed behind him was so gratifying. All I could think of was replaying those scenes I'd witnessed through the window, reimagining how thick that erect cock was and how aggressively he'd shove it down those girl's throats.
We were deep into a nature trail now, just the two of us surrounded by trees, and everything was so serene. The sounds of our footsteps on the dry leaves and twigs. I kept picturing Mr. Barker depositing that load of semen onto that one girl's face, spurt after spurt. And here I was going on a run with this enormous man. Eventually though I wore out and my legs gave way. "Wait hold on!" I shouted. Mr. Barker was way ahead of me and hadn't even noticed how far behind I'd gotten. He jovially ran back to meet me.
"Need a break?" he laughed, he seemed to be not even straining himself though his shirt and shorts were now slick with sweat. I was leaning against a tree as I barely felt I could stand up straight at this point. The sun was really strong beating down on us both. Then he fulfilled my wildest fantasies and started to lift up the gym shirt revealing first his beautiful belly and then his powerful, hairy chest. His skin was bronzed and shining. "You don't mind if I take this off, do you? Getting hot out here!"
"Of course not!" I wanted to say go ahead and take your shorts off too but stopped myself, "I think I might do the same!" I tore my shirt off, but as soon as I did so I felt self-conscious, my chest was smooth, I had no muscle, I felt so tiny next to this perfect specimen of manhood. I couldn't help myself, "Wow Mr. Barker you really have a great body." I guess the exhaustion got to me, I couldn't believe what I just said, and prepared myself for a look of revulsion, but instead he smiled back at me, as if pleased to hear me say it.
"Thanks buddy," and went on to do a little flex for me. He seemed tickled with the compliments and I couldn't get enough of this show so I kept going.
"Wow," I looked up in awe, "your arms are so big," he grinned wider then flexed his biceps, which really were tremendous. I just stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide.
Through chuckles he said "You're acting like you never seen muscle before." I was so nervous that my shorts were about to start tenting up but I needed to keep my cool.
"Well, not up close like this, you're amazing," I moved my hand up as he kept flexing, "can I?"
"Yeah go ahead," he nodded and kept flexing. I reached one hand around his biceps and couldn't even make it all the way around. His skin was warm, and moist and rough. The muscle underneath was firm, "Big, huh?"
"Uh huh," I said, I was entranced, I used both hands and barely managed to cup around those thick arms. It was like the muscle was going to burst underneath me, he felt so powerful, "Mr. Barker you're so big..." I felt like I was crossing a line, I couldn't tell, but Mr. Barker kept smiling, I was stroking his ego and he was gloating and I just got the impression this was making us both feel good. Then I got an idea, "I bet you could even lift me up like it was nothing, huh?"
At this he laughed, "you don't even look like you weigh more than a hundred pounds, I could toss you around like a football, boy", then he stooped down and came in to grab me by the waist in one motion tossing me over his shoulder. I was in heaven, my bare flesh slid across his, I focused in and savored every sensation.
"How's that Champ?" I gulped hard, he had one arm wrapped around my waist above him and the other gave me a round of sonorous spanks on the ass, then he started doing squats just to prove how effortless this all was for him. My bare legs could feel that coarse chest hair rubbing against them and looking down I got perfect view of those ample, filled out ass cheeks and gorgeous calves and thighs I'd been admiring the whole run down now supporting the entire weight of my body.
My sweat mingled with his. As discreetly as I could I leaned in close to his pits and took a long, deep whiff, and the musky smell entered me like a powerful wave washing everything in my head away other than my deep lust and reverence for this man. After the squats he laughed heartily and bounded a little further down the path, leaving me bouncing up and down over his broad shoulders. Each bounce pressing me closer into those great big arms tightening around my waist. I even took advantage of the opportunity to let my face fall against his back, and my lips brushed momentarily against his rough skin as if by accident as I was being jumbled around.
After what felt like all too short a time he let me down, and I guess the look of awe and wonder I had on my face was entertaining for him because he gave me that hearty bellowing laugh again. "Wow! Mr. Barker you're amazing!!" What a crazy day, Mr. Barker barely ever talked to me let alone touched me, and now I had the privilege of feeling his body pressed against mine, something I would remember forever.
"Well, keep training with me boy and maybe you can be like me some day," he smiled and said between chortles. He patted me on the back then left his big rough hand there, "but it won't be easy, it's gonna hurt sometime," then he started rubbing my shoulder, "you gotta push through it..."
"Yes, sir! Mr. Barker, I'll do whatever you tell me to! Whatever it takes!" I was worried I was shouting a little too loud here but couldn't control my excitement. He gave my shoulder one final squeeze.
"Good boy!" I loved hearing those magic words from him. "Well it starts right here, let's hit the road!" and he bolted on ahead. This time I had gotten my second wind and felt truly renewed energy, and chased after him. Enjoying such a juicy reward I only prayed if I impressed Mr. Barker enough with my enthusiasm he'd want to keep running and working out with me and I'd get more chances to gaze at his perfect figure. My newfound speed gave me an even closer view of his now bare torso and the beads of sweat forming and falling across it.
Eventually we finally reached home, and although I was on top of the world I also was so sad that our time together would end. As we started to part ways I thanked him and reached out to shake those thick hands, my own looked like toys in his, when he asked me, "Well, why don't you come on back and we can have a drink together or something? Unless you're too busy reading your textbook there?"
"No, I'm not too busy Mr. Barker, that sounds great!"
He lead me into that same backyard I'd been watching him through for so long, a place that for me felt charged with energy. Once we were behind the fence safe from prying eyes he blew my mind by going straight to slipping off that sweaty pair of shorts and slinging them and that wet t-shirt on one of the reclining patio chairs. "Hope you don't mind if I jump in the shower real quick, that okay with you? I'll just be a sec."
"No, please take your time," I stumbled over these words as my eyes poured up and down the perfect vision in front of me. An old pair of tight briefs was all he had on and that cotton fabric seemed barely equipped to hold all that junk inside.
"Thanks bud, why don't you take a load off in the meantime, and when I come back out I'll grab us some beers!" I nodded and took a seat, naturally choosing the chair with his sweaty running clothes draped across the top. Fred disappeared inside, I waited awhile until I could tell he was really gone, then turned my head to the shorts at my side and took another big long whiff of his manly musk. He must have used these same shorts all the time, they had a pungent but truly delicious man smell to them that had my dick ready to explode with every sniff.
I waited even longer before I felt confident enough to touch the thin fabric slick with his sweat. I wanted to rub that wetness all over my face. First I just moved my fingers across it, then I slowly and deliberately buried my head into the workout shirt. It was like the sweetest torture being so incredibly aroused without release.
That was as far as I allowed myself to go, and started to rearrange the garments just as I'd found them. Not a moment too soon because when I finished and turned back round there was Mr. Barker still in those tight white undies and carrying two bottles of beer. He sauntered over and handed one to me.
"Shit, I forgot actually they're doing work on the water in the neighborhood today, shower will have to wait, sorry if I stink too bad, haha!" He was giving me a knowing smile. Had he seen what I was doing? How long had he been standing inside behind that glass door looking out at me? He lay back down on the seat facing mine and stretched all the way out, propping one foot up on the chair and the other falling to the patio floor, spreading his thighs wide apart. "Gorgeous weather, ain't it?" He had his beer resting on his belly, and one hand travelled down to scratch his balls.
"You can say that again," I just sat there staring at Mr. Barker. There was a bit of a tense kind of silence, I wanted say something to break the ice but I was so horny and confused I could barely think straight.
"So how long you been watching me from your lil window there, pervert?"
My heart sank, "Uh... Sorry, what?"
"You heard me, boy, and don't play dumb cause I know you ain't stupid." I didn't know how to respond, I was worried he was gonna kill me. I just stared off in another direction with my mouth agape like an idiot. Mr. Barker slowly got up out of the chair and walked over to me. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy, and sit up straight." I instantly did what he told me to, and sat up in my seat, and he gave me a hard slap across the face. That was punishment I knew I deserved. "Or maybe you think I'm stupid, huh?" He gripped me hard by the chin and shook me a little. "Well, lemme ask you, was it those girls you were watching? Or me?" He was standing close up next to me now, his dick practically bunched up hanging right in front of my face, so close I could feel the warmth coming off it, and see every detail of the coarse hairs covering his massive thighs.
I still couldn't answer, I was worried if I said yes he'd beat me to a pulp, and anything else he'd know was a lie. He lifted my chin up with his hand to look up at his eyes again, he was frowning down at me. "Tell me boy, it was me, wasn't it?" I nodded shamefully, and he slapped me across the face again hard. "That's what I thought," he turned around and went back to his seat.
"Listen Mr. Barker, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything by it! I can leave right now, I swear I'll neve-" when Fred cut me off.
"Oh no boy, you ain't getting off that easy." He looked kind of smug now, lying back and running his fingers through his chest hair now with his other hand slung behind him. "I bet you'd like it if I fucked you just like I do those slutty girls, wouldn't ya?" I couldn't tell what was going on, I just kept staring at him. "Answer me!" he growled.
In the tiniest voice I answered, "yes, sir," looking down in shame.
"I said look at me when I'm talking to you boy." I looked back up and saw that Mr. Barker had his hand on his crotch now, and was ever so gently rubbing himself through the fabric. "Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me?" I was still very confused now, but I started to feel a bit more comfortable than before.
"Y-... Yes, sir"
"How often?" I fell silent again, I didn't want to give him the real answer.
After a long time I said, "...I don't know, um... every once in awhile," Mr. Barker kept stroking, I could see his dick was getting bigger.
"I said how often?"
"Uh... Every day Mr. Barker"
He laughed lasciviously, "you little slut... Tell me, what do fantasize about when you're jerking off to me." I think Mr. Barker was trying to torture me, and it was working, I was writhing under his thumb and couldn't escape.
"I- I, uh" I stuttered over every sentence, "Uh, uhm... Well, I'm uh, sucking you off Mr. Barker..."
"You're jerking off every god damn night and you're telling me all you picture is just sucking me off? What else, you little pervert?"
I was scared and aroused, the threatening sound of his voice was to tell the truth making my cock drool and tremble. "I uh, well, uh, you're, you're fucking my face, sir, and uh..." Mr. Barker was fully erect now, and his cockhead poked through the band of the underwear, he was handling his balls and cock through the fabric. "and cumming in my mouth and on my face, and uh, I see you fucking me..."
"Keep going," Mr. Barker pulled his hard on out of the undies and started pulling on his massive, thick, delicious looking cock.
"You've got me in all sorts of positions, and uh, talking all sorts of dirty things to me, and making me gag and choke and uh, and slapping your cock in my face, and uh..."
"You wanna be my bitch, don't you?"
I looked away for a moment, and then back again, "Yes Mr. Barker."
"Then say it."
"...I want to be your bitch Mr. Barker."
"That's right, faggot. Why don't you come on over here?" I started to stand up from my chair but before I took a step forward he stopped me, "No, no, you crawl over on your hands and knees like the dog you are." I followed his every command and got down on my knees, looking up at him from this angle he looked even bigger than I already knew he was. As I made my way my rock hard cock twitched and dribbled precum all over the stone tile of the patio. Mr. Barker was cupping his balls and slowly stroking his hard meat which shone so bright in the sunlight, a drop of liquid then oozed from its tip.
When I got close by he gently pushed my head to the side with his foot, but what was a light push from those huge legs almost knocked me right over. I'd been no stranger to sucking dick, but I'd never had an experience like this, and it was driving me nuts with desire. The way Mr. Barker was shouting at me and commanding me and punishing me it was like he was unlocking something, he was finding the subservient little cocksucker inside me I didn't know was there and pulling him out.
"So you like the smell of my sweaty running shirt, eh? I think what you really want though is a whiff of these stinky pits, isn't it fagboy?" He raised his powerful arm above him, inviting me in. I was so grateful for the gift he was giving me now, and nuzzled my nose and face into that thicket of still perspiring armpit hair. I took a big, long breath inward through my nose and moaned and groaned, my precum dribbling onto the floor some more. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes Mr. Barker," I felt his moisture and those bushy wet hairs tickle my face.
"Tell me how much you like it bitch," he cupped his hand around my neck, pushing me closer.
"Thank you Mr. Barker, thank you so much Mr. Barker," I took several more long smells then buried my face in those armpits, rubbing his scent all over me, and he grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me closer. "Mr. Barker your sweaty pits smell so good..."
"Good boy," he whispered, then pushed me to the floor again. I loved the way he was slamming me around, I never saw him treat those girls like he was treating me and it made me feel so special. "Here you go, you're behaving so well I'm gonna give you a nice treat, open your mouth slut." I did as I was told, opened my mouth wide and waited and watched as Mr. Barker stripped off those old briefs slowly and balled them up, then careful placed them in my mouth, gagging me. I was so happy I wanted to cry tears of joy, his scent was everywhere inside me.
"Come on down here now slut, where it really stinks," and he moved his thighs apart, revealing his truly huge 9" member which was hard as steel and springing upwards. I moved my head down to his thighs still gagged on my hands and knees and nuzzled my face into the space between his balls and thighs. I felt everything so deeply, those huge balls pressed against my face, the feel of the skin of his cock brushing against my cheek, the whole time inhaling him. "That's right slut boy, that's what you really want isn't it?" I moaned through the ratty cotton briefs in my mouth and rubbed my head across his dick as he held the base pushing it into me. "Good boy, I'll teach you what a little slut you really are," his voice was so deep and rough.
He stood up now, and I looked up at him, he towered above me like a god. With one hand he grabbed hold of my head and with the other started slamming his cock down on my face and then rubbing the precum drooling from its tip onto my skin. It was like right out of my raunchiest wet dreams. Then he careful removed the gag and held me by the jaw again, and gave me what I wanted most of all. He slipped that enormous gorgeous cockhead which I'd longed for for so many years into my grateful, hungry mouth and cooed as he did. "You're gonna be my cocksucker aren't you? I hear faggots give good head."
I wrapped my loving lips around that thick meaty dick, and he started bucking his hips slamming his cock into me, showing no mercy. He groaned and grunted as he fucked my thankful face. "This is the Daddy cock you want so bad isn't it? Huh?" I only moaned some more, it was tough taking such a huge cock slamming against the back of my throat and gagging me over and over but I wanted it so bad it was like the most delicious feast I'd ever tasted and didn't choke once. He slammed and slammed and I would have been happy to have him fuck me like this forever. I watched his beautiful muscles move, the weight of his big manly body shift with each thrust, his belly slamming into me as I'd fantasized about for so long. My hands travelled across his legs, feelings the muscles in his calves and thighs flex as they worked hard to give me my satisfying reward,
"That's right you fucking faggot, take Daddy's cock! Yeah!" he barked at me. He pushed me down on his dick with my lips wrapped around the base and held me there. His cockhead must have been at least a couple inches all the way down my throat, my lips were wet with spittle which was dribbling down my jaw and my eyes were watering but I never once flinched, this was my greatest dream. Even the wet slapping noise of his shaft sliding into my throat was like music. While he held me down I slid my tongue around his tip massaging his shaft and trying to swallow even more. "God fucking damnit!" I looked up into daddy's eyes and he was looking down at me, his face in ecstasy. He pulled the huge shaft out and pressed his tight, full balls into my face now, "Lick me balls, bitch, that's right,"
I wasted no time and slathered his beautiful balls with wet licks and kisses, now that I had my voice back I thanked him over and over "Thank you, Daddy, thank you Daddy," I kept repeating this as I worked like a prayer, I jerked myself off and my other hand was cupping his waist and his abs, feeling their weight and girth, then travelling up to the thicket of chest hair.
"Good boy, that's a good boy, I knew you'd be a good little cocksucker. How long have you been waiting to take this dick, huh?"
"Years Mr. Barker, I'm so lucky to be getting fucked by you, thank you Mr. Barker thank you," of course these words came out between gasps and loving, drooling licks and kisses.
He shoved his erection back in my throat again, "I wish you could see how pretty you look with this hard dick in your mouth." I thought about what he must be seeing looking down at me and it made me so horny. He would be looking down at me looking back up at him as his huge meat slid in and out inch by inch. "Those sweet lips of yours are so wet, just like a pussy."
He briefly pulled the cockhead out and then slapped and pressed it down on my outstretched tongue again, then propped one leg up on the lawn chair before returning to fucking me mercilessly. This new position offered me another heavenly whiff of his sweaty balls. Fred was getting more and more vocal, grunting and moaning and growling, and he'd started to perspire again. He was grabbing me by the jaw and the back of the head as he worked.
"I bet you'd love it if I stuck this big cock in your asshole, wouldn't you Champ?" I moaned and cried out enthusiastically, muffled through the huge dick in my mouth, "Is that what you want? Huh, little slut boy?"
He pulled his dick out and slapped it all over my face giving me a chance to gasp out, "Yes please Daddy, I want you inside me!" He paused and let me worship his cock slowly, it was so rock hard standing proudly as I dutifully caressed it with my mouth and tongue, I really did feel like the luckiest boy in the world. Mr. Barker leaned down and brought me up to meet him now, those huge arms I had earlier been admiring wrapped themselves around me in a bear hug and his full, gorgeous lips closed over mine. His giant hands wandered over my midriff and cupped and groped my asscheeks. I could feel the hair on his chest and his belly pressing into me. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and tenderly started to brush his fingers against my hungry hole.
I moved my head down into his thicket of hair, kissing him softly as I went, until my lips found Fred's hard nipples and started to suckle on them. This made him coo, he raised a finger to my lips and I sucked on his big rough hands too, getting them wet. Mr. Barker used the saliva to press further into my hole while his other hand pressed me down as I desperately chewed and sucked on his tits. Each time he pushed deeper into my ass he would moan, "Oh yeah" and "That's a good boy." Eventually he had two fingers in down to the knuckle, then three, and his big burly arm was wrapped around my neck. Our dicks, both hard as steel and drooling, kept bumping into each other. "You wanna be Daddy's little bitch, don't you..."
"Yes Daddy," he reached his hands around me and pulled me upwards, then had me hug him and wrap my legs around his waist, carrying me again. Mr. Barker was so big and strong, I felt so safe and calm in his arms, his huge cock was pressing out and up against my asshole now which was quivering around it, so hungry for the thick member. He laid me on my back over one of the lawn chairs and slowly pushed the mushroom head against my hole, I just looked up at this beast of a man in awe as his imposing but perfectly beautiful figure towered over me. I relaxed myself completely as the delicious piece of meat slid further and further into me and entertained myself stroking Fred's firm belly which I had admired for so long.
He started to buck into me slowly and steadily, watching his face change as the pleasure washed over him gave me such huge satisfaction. I started to feel him all over, and especially the muscles moving and flexing as he fucked, his abs and his waist, his ass, up to his chest then grasping at his huge biceps like I did before, except they felt warmer now. When I grabbed at his arms he flexed them again and smiled and laughed as he continued to penetrate me. He pulled his shoulders back and looked down at his own erection entering between the lips of my asshole, his lips formed a satisfied O shape.
Fred's hand grabbed at my own dick which was not only ragingly hard but leaking loads of precum onto my belly, "Wow, you really do love this don't you..." he mused. He pulled my dick back and it flung forward when he released it, which made him smile. He slowly pulled out and then slid back into me, watching each time as with each thrust the slit of my dick produced another dollop of precum. Fred milked me from the base to the tip and more juice slicked around his fingers. "You think I'm sexy Pete?"
He scooped up the pool of precum on my smooth belly with his fingers and started masturbating me as he fucked me a little more vigorously, "Mr. Barker you're the sexiest man in the world, I want to get fucked by you every night." I reached down between his legs to feel the weight of his tight full ballsack, it was heavy.
"I got a lot of cum for you boy, I could fuck you morning, noon and night, you ready for that?" I looked back up at his stunningly handsome face which had a look of concentration as he focused on fucking me. He was such a beautiful, good looking man.
"Yes, I promise Mr. Barker, I want you so bad," I reached my hand up and held his neck then his cheek, felt his stubble. "I'll take your cum any time you want me, every day sir." He continued to masturbate me, gripping my hard-on firmly with his fingers slippery from my pre-cum, and I felt myself starting to mount to orgasm.
"You want to be my little whore? You wanna be a cum slut for your Daddy, huh?"
"Yes Daddy please let me be a slut for you, I want your cum so bad Daddy" Mr. Barker stopped jerking me off and leaned forward now fucking me harder all the time, I felt myself starting to lose control.
"You want this cum boy? Tell me how much you want it!"
"Daddy please dump your sweet, creamy load inside me, I want you to breed me Daddy, please fuck your hot semen into me, I want your cum in me!" My words started to mix with moans of ecstasy, my asshole tightened around Mr. Barker's perfect dick as jet after jet of my cum erupted all over my chest and stomach, hitting me in the face, he did not stop fucking me but quickened his pace as spurt after spurt shot out onto me.
Mr. Barker fucked harder, hunched over and about to climax, he scooped up a big puddle of cum and stuck his wet fingers into my mouth which I lapped up, then I felt his cock twitch inside me and Mr. Barker let out a deep roar which only grew louder as his precious load flooded my asshole. He kept crying out and I could feel his warm cream splash into me and each pump from his daddy dick. The dramatic crescendo continued as he cried out several times like an animal and both our still erect dicks kept pumping out more cum, until finally he collapsed on top of me, wrapping his arms around me and snuggling into me, his cock still nestled inside me.
Feeling the warmth and girth of this mammoth sized man on top of me, surrounding me with his big strong body, was almost as perfect as being fucked by him. We were both gasping heavily, and his thrusts did not stop but slowed, until they were just gentle humps packing his milky white daddy cream deeper inside me. He petted and stroked me, holding my head against his, and laying down big wet kisses on my mouth and my face, then pressing me back into his hairy chest. The cum I spewed onto my chest and stomach was now pressed between us. His cuddles and the feeling of being full of his seed, nothing could feel better. "Thank you Mr. Barker, that was so nice." He grunted.
After a long time he moved backwards and slowly pulled his still fully erect cock out of me. The shaft was frothy and coated with cum. "Why don't you clean that off for me," I was still reclining so he travelled over to me and fed me his meat to lick off the sweet delicious juice of his orgasm.
I gratefully licked every drop from his hard-on and his balls, savoring every taste, until he was spotlessly clean and then kept sucking on him some more. Having the meat in my mouth felt so right, and calming, like a pacifier. "Thank you Mr. Barker." I looked up at him and kept sucking slowly, just playing now.
"You're a good cocksucker and you've got a nice tight asshole, boy." He reached over and took a swig from the bottle he'd placed on the ground earlier, then sat down beside me. I placed my head on his lap and he stroked and tussled my hair, "but you can't run for shit," he joked and we both laughed. "We can work on that though..."