This is dedicated in loving memory to the REAL 'papa Fred'- yes there really is (or was RIP) a 'papa Fred'. The names have been changed...well because they have. Any feedback greatly appreciated to biggbenn8@yahoo.com
Thanks to those that have encouraged me. Again, Papa Fred was a real man...this story is very true... Writing this really made me miss him...and make me want to make `stew'...
I don't how long we stayed that way. Minutes? Hours? Days? This was to be the beginning of many days and nights together...
I discovered something else about Papa Fred- having been `around the block' a few years he was very creative in bed, with an imagination matched only by the size of his horse-cock.
As our relationship progressed, he would do different, surprising things. One day he called me at work- telling me he was making beef stew for dinner. He then proceeded to tell me what he was using, beef, onions, mushrooms, wine, and several large gnarly carrots that I had seen n the fridge.
I asked why he was telling me all this? His voice dropped as he said he couldn't help but thinking of what it would feel like up his ass?
I muttered something about him kidding when suddenly he . "There" he gasped, "got one in..."
I said `a what?"
I could here him whimper as he said..."h-h-hang on..." and then whimpered.
My dick now rock hard I asked..."you okay?"
He grumbled "yeah....that carrot was bigger than I thought..."
My dick throbbing quietly I listened intently as I could hear him working the fat carrot in and out of his hole. "Need more" he half moaned/muttered.
I half kidding suggested, "Isn't there more carrots"?
I could hear the phone slip as he said "Yeah, h-h-hang on". Next thing I know I hear an almost inaudible throaty whispered growl as he said "Got it up against the counter...greased up....hang on buddy..."
I said, afraid of the answer, but feeling a wet spot growing "the what..?"
He moaned "the other fuckin' carrot, fuckin big one...."I heard him pant, and could almost hear him straining as he pushed his ass back... Suddenly I heard him go "nnnnnghhhh!"
I fumbled at my pants, my cock felt ready to break; I tried to call out "Fred? You okay? You there?"
Meekly I heard "y-y-yeah...my ass slipped and I got both of them in me... side my side..." he huskily moaned.
"And?" I asked....
His voiced dropped a bit..."Afraid to touch it....ass is so stretched...dick throbbing" he almost whimpered, practically muttering to himself..."hurts so damn good....." he shuddered another moan.
I was afraid to say anything; I could hear the pain/pleasure, hell just plain hotness in his voice...
"Trying to slide one... move one..." he mumbled then..."SHIT! God, oh goddddddddd....ooohhhhhhhh damn yes...oommmmmm...Ben......Ben! Ben! Ben.....oh Ben" he half cried/muttered/sobbed. I could hear a series of grunts that almost ended in howls...
Afraid that he had hurt himself I wanted to yell into the phone..."Fred? Papa??"
There was silence for a minute, then the distinctive sound of 2 `thuds' as something hit the ...floor?
He came back on the line, I could hear sheepishness in his voice..."Ooops" he muttered, I could almost hear him blushing..."
"Okay stud, tell me what happened..." I said, trying not to laugh (or cum).
"I sorta goofed" he muttered..."I was going to fuck my self with the 2 carrots but well...I went in too fast and they slipped in me and ...um...well I sort of made a mess...."
"A mess?" I asked, almost afraid to ask... thinking he had torn or hurt himself or...who knows with this character.
"I was trying to pull them out and well, I shot off all over the slow cooker...I was going to save the load for you buddy but..."
I heard a commotion outside my office and had to beg off (and hide my growing wet spot), so I got off the phone.
That night at dinner he never DID tell me if those were "THE" carrots in the stew or if that was "just" sour cream in the stew...The dinner was incredible... The dessert will be the next story....