Chapter One Caught

I was 19, I had been kicked out of my parents sign. My best friend Robbie, and his dad handbill took me in, for the summer.

His dad was a contractor. Robbie went to work with his dad every morning. You could set a clock by their advent and departure. Up by four am gone by five, and back home plate at seven pm.

I was unemployed, and because I really could n't pay anything, for staying there. I cleaned the firm, mowed the lawn, cooked and did the laundry. No one asked me to do it. I just did it to evidence my appreciation.

One day I was straightening out the garage, and I came across an old grip. When I went to move it. I noticed it had something in it. I opened it and found a smut cache of VHS tapes.

Everyday after that I would get up early, get my piece of work done. I would take hold of a few tapes from the suitcase, and have an all afternoon Jack-tar off session. I would sentence it with Robbie's, and his pappa work schedule. I would have everything cleaned up and put away before they came domicile.

I was doing my common thing one day. Spread out naked on the lounge, magnetic tape in the VCR, cock in hand. I was really getting into it, when I heard the front door open.

I tried to shin around for the remote and cover my openness, but I was caught. I looked at the with child figure that came through the door, and was horrified to see my friends dad card, standing there. He just ! ooked at me a moment, smiled and said `` I see you chance my stash. ``

I did n't answer. I could n't even look his direction. I was so chagrined, my shaft went hobble, and I just sat there.

He was like `` Oh hell, lighten up. We all do it. I might even conjoin you. ''

Then he walked in the kitchen asked if I wanted a beer.

I answered. `` Sure. ''

I looked at the clock it was only three in the afternoon. While he was getting our beer. I hollered into the kitchen.

'' Why are you home so early ? ``

As he came back in the front elbow room he took a drag from his undefended beer and simply said. `` It 's raining. ``

"Damn."I thought"How could I have been so stupid."

While he was in the kitchen. I managed to turn off the tape measure, and slipped on my underwear. I was pulling my shirt on when he came back in to the room.

'' You did n't have to do that. '' He kept looking at me as he crossed the room.

He sat down on the opposite side of the lounge I was on. Handed me my beer, and began taking off his boots and socks.

'' Turn the TV back on Army of the Pure watch some porn. ``

'' You were good about that ? '' I just looked at him as he began stripping down.

'' Turn it on. '' He insisted and sat back lifted up his hips and slither his underwear down.

Now this was a big guy. Stout muscular material body probably some genetics, but mostly from working mental synthesis all his adult life. He was attractive, chisled facial features, with jet black hair. He could experience his pick of women. In fact his ex married woman was very attractive. She provided many Night, of spank material.

His cock was already hard and sprang up from a dark black bush. This fop was hairy all over. His cock was n't overly turgid maybe 6 to 6.5 inch but it was chummy, with a big meaty head on it.

The TV came to sprightliness and he began dull ! y rubbing his turncock and lightly tugging on it. I noticed his big chunk sac would move with each s ! ow tug. He sipped his beer, and kept looking my direction.

I was so nervous my cock would n't get intemperate. I could n't believe this big bear of a man was sitting there, sipping his beer slowly rubbing his cock. I would sneak peek over at him. He must receive noticed and directly he was telling me to get naked.

I did as he told me and removed my t shirt and underwear. My limp hawkshaw just lay lifeless, as he looked over at me. He moved closer to me and said.

`` Here let me help oneself you with that. ``

I sat there block, in topographic point. My mind was racing. I almost dropped my beer. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"I wasn't gay. Was he gay ? He couldn't be."I told myself."He was married, and has kids."

He placed his hand on my hitch pecker and began slowly tugging at it, as he did is own cock. His touch sent tingles through my balls and up my vertebral column.

His helping hand looked so big as it manipulated my suddenly hardened stopcock. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his tool. He moved my hired man up and down on it before pulling it away, and letting me continue on my own.

I could n't get over how firmly, and how thick his cock was. I remember I could palpate the heart rate as it throbbed in my hired man. His irradiation filled my hand. I marvelled at the feel of my inaugural stopcock. Despite my initial qualification, I found myself really enjoying it.

My own cock was as toilsome as it had ever been. Pre cum oozed from the mind of my cock as his expert digit worked my shaft. He lifted his finger's breadth to his backtalk. He stared into my oculus, and licked the pre cum off them.

Suddenly he stood up in front of me. His peter hung just inches from my backtalk. Without being told I took his fleshy helmet into my back talk. The flavour, the taste, it spurred me on. I took Thomas More of his length in. I let my knife roll around the head of his cock, as he moaned softly.

I could savour the pre cum emanating from the tip coating my tongue. I began eagerly bobbing up and down on his putz. He placed his hand on the back of my drumhead, and began thrusting his hip joint forward in a slow methodic motion.

He pulled my hand away and placed them on his hips. His breathing changed becoming more rapid. He pumped his thick perch into my lip. Burying his turncock in my mouth. He held my nous there, his orchis resting on my chin. The black hairs of his pubic bone tickled my nose.

He let out a low pharyngeal consonant growl. My gag reflex kicked in once the swollen head of his cock, reached the back of my throat. He released my head, and removed his cock from my rima oris.

I gasped for air. Tears streamed down my face, and sundry with the baloney, and saliva on my Kuki-Chin. Before I could close up my mouth. He lurched forward again repeating the process. His moans becoming more audible with each thrust.

I was so surprised at how much I was liking it. I was ready to suck his cock off and conduct all his cum. Then he pulled out and stepped back. He told me to undulate over. I did as I was told my stage were actually shaking.

I felt his strong hands on the face of my ass kneading them, spreading them. Then as he held my buttock spread wide, I felt his hot breathing spell on my virgin keister golf hole. He licked lightly over it, my miserly little hole spasmed with each moving picture of his lingua. He began to advertise his tongue into my ass. I actually shuddered when his knife snapped through the tight little rim of my opening.

I began moaning uncontrollably as his clapper fucked my ass hole. He would slide down and run his wet spit over my ball sac and then back to my anal retentive area. Pre cum oozed from the head of my cock like it had never done before.

Then I felt him kneel behind me on the couch. His manpower on my waist he pulled my ass up to his crotch. I could feel his hard putz pressed against my ass. He reached between my peg and ran his digit along the length of my shaft. He squeezed the headland of my peter, and pre cum flowed into his hands.

I felt his finger poised at the entry, of my tongue drenched porta. He slid his pre cum soaked finger in, and I gasped. He allowed me to adjust to the sensation of being penetrated, and then slowly worked his finger in and out. I began pushing back to meet his thrusting finger. I was totally overcome by all the new sensations I was feeling. My cock was leaking copious amount of money of pre cum.

He began rubbing his stopcock between the impudence of my ass. I could feel his pre cum as be dragged his thick member through the crack and over my rectum.

He kept reaching between my branch. Every meter he removed his paw. His fingerbreadth were coated with my pre cum. His cock, I noticed began sliding easily between the cheeks of my ass. I realized he was coating his cock with my pre cum, and probably his as well. All I knew was he was driving me crazy.

I felt him place the large bulbous head of his hammer at my Virgo the Virgin curtain raising. He pushed forward till the head of his cock was just inside me. I cried out in pain and tried to pull away but his strong hands held me in place. He told me to just relax, and it would go a lot easier.

He held me there for what seemed like minutes. Then he would push forward a little bit. It felt like he was going to split me in two. Tears began rolling down my look, it hurt that bad. Oddly my pecker remained hard as a rock'n'roll.

Again he told me to relax and he pushed forward a little more. He waited and then he was finally all the way in me. I could palpate his balls resting against mine. He held me there impaled on his cock.

I began to get used to the feeling of having his midst throbbing cock inside me. I found myself wanting it. The way it filled and stretched, my Virgo ass was sublime. I pushed back against him, driving him even deeper. An unfettered moan escaped from my backtalk.

He began grinding his cock into my fuddled short ass. Slow gradual movements. I began to groan under his weight. He eased back just a short and then began rocking his hips slowly. He would facilitate back again, each prison term retracting a little to a greater extent of his duration. Then gently he would rock his rose hip forward, his orb slapping against mine.

I began to really enjoy it, and began pushing back to meet his thrusting. He began moving quicker thrusting in and out. He was in concluded control. I felt helpless, as my tight footling jam yielded to his penile assault.

I was moaning incessantly I could finger my balls tighten against my body. He was now fucking my ass, pummeling it, taking it.

I moaned out.

'' I 'm gon na cum. ''

I felt my putz twitch and lurch. My tight sphincter began to spasm clamping down on his cock. Each spasm sent me into a delirious state.

My dick began spewing cum. My rigid turncock bounced up, and down between my pegleg. Ropes of cum sprayed out across the cast cushion. With each contraction of my ball sac, I would lose myself.

"Oh god..I'm cumming…fuck me..please get laid me !"

He pushed forward and held my hips. His cock buried inscrutable I felt it puff up, and then detonate inside me. Wave after wave of cum filled my ass. He held me tight against his cock as he dumped his hot load in my ass.

I could n't believe how good it felt. His cum poured into me and as he pulled out, I could find his cum evasion from my freshly fucked anal opening. It seeped down onto my lump sac. My legs were shaking, my ass was aching, but it was a good ache.

I collapsed onto the couch. Laying there in my own cum, and his cum oozing out of my ass. I felt drained. I heard the rain shower running as my eyes closed, and I drifted off to sleep .