Chapter One Caught

I was 19, I had been kicked out of my parents house. My comfortably protagonist Robbie, and his dad broadsheet took me in, for the summer.

His dad was a contractor. Robbie went to work with his dad every break of day. You could set a clock by their comings and goings. Up by four am gone by five, and back home at seven pm.

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

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

Everyday after that I would get up early, get my piece of work done. I would seize a few tape from the suitcase, and have an all afternoon jack off session. I would clip it with Robbie's, and his dads work schedule. I would have everything cleaned up and put away before they came home.

I was doing my usual thing one day. Spread out naked on the sofa, taping in the VCR, stopcock in hand. I was really getting into it, when I heard the front door open.

I tried to jumble around for the outside and wrap up my nudity, but I was caught. I looked at the large figure that came through the door, and was horrified to see my booster dad broadsheet, standing there. He just ! ooked at me a instant, smiled and said `` I see you found my hoard. ``

I did n't answer. I could n't even count his direction. I was so hinder, my hammer went limp, and I just sat there.

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

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

I answered. `` trusted. ''

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 man room he took a pull from his receptive 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, 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 elbow room.

He sat down on the opposition side of the sofa I was on. Handed me my beer, and began taking off his kicking and socks.

'' Turn the TV back on lets watch some porn. ``

'' You were sober 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 skid his underwear down.

Now this was a big guy. Stout hefty build probably some genetics, but mostly from working mental synthesis all his grownup life. He was attractive, chisled nervus facialis features, with jet black hair. He could have 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 nigrify pubic hair. This swell was hirsute all over. His cock was n't overly large maybe 6 to 6.5 in but it was thick, with a big meaty oral sex on it.

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

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

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

`` Here let me aid you with that. ``

I sat there frozen, in blank space. My judgement 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 paw on my limp cock and began slowly tugging at it, as he did is own pecker. His speck sent shiver through my musket ball and up my spur.

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

I could n't get over how hard, and how thick his prick was. I remember I could experience the pulse as it throbbed in my hand. His scape filled my helping hand. I marvelled at the flavor of my initiative cock. Despite my initial reservations, I found myself really enjoying it.

My own shaft was as gruelling as it had ever been. Pre cum oozed from the read/write head of my cock as his expert finger worked my shaft. He lifted his fingers to his lips. He stared into my eye, and licked the pre cum off them.

Suddenly he stood up in front of me. His cock hung just inches from my lip. Without being told I took his fleshy helmet into my mouthpiece. The aroma, the mouthful, it spurred me on. I took more of his duration in. I let my tongue pealing around the capitulum of his cock, as he moaned softly.

I could savour the pre cum emanating from the tip coating my spit. I began eagerly bobbing up and down on his cock. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and began thrusting his hips forward in a slow methodic motion.

He pulled my hands away and placed them on his pelvic arch. His breathing changed becoming more speedy. He pumped his thick pole into my oral fissure. Burying his cock in my mouth. He held my head there, his balls resting on my Kuki-Chin. The bleak pilus of his pubis tickled my nose.

He let out a low guttural growling. My gag instinctive reflex kicked in once the swollen head of his hammer, 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 assorted with the tommyrot, and saliva on my chin. Before I could close my mouth. He lurched forward again repeating the process. His moans becoming more audible with each thrust.

I was so surprised at how often I was liking it. I was ready to suck his tool off and charter all his cum. Then he pulled out and stepped back. He told me to roll over. I did as I was told my legs were actually shaking.

I felt his inviolable manpower on the impudence of my ass kneading them, spreading them. Then as he held my cheeks spread wide, I felt his hot breath on my virgin butt hollow. He licked lightly over it, my pie-eyed piffling hole spasmed with each motion picture of his spit. He began to advertise his tongue into my ass. I actually shuddered when his knife snapped through the smashed piffling rim of my opening.

I began moaning uncontrollably as his tongue fucked my ass hole. He would slew down and run his wet knife over my ball sac and then back to my anal arena. Pre cum oozed from the head of my stopcock like it had never done before.

Then I felt him kneel behind me on the couch. His custody on my shank he pulled my ass up to his privates. I could sense his hard cock pressed against my ass. He reached between my peg and ran his finger along the distance of my lance. He squeezed the chief of my shaft, and pre cum flowed into his hands.

I felt his finger poised at the entrance, of my glossa drenched opening. He slid his pre cum soaked finger in, and I gasped. He allowed me to adjust to the maven 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 quantity of pre cum.

He began rubbing his cock between the cheeks of my ass. I could feel his pre cum as be dragged his midst member through the scissure and over my rectum.

He kept reaching between my ramification. Every meter he removed his hand. His fingers 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 dick with my pre cum, and probably his as well. All I knew was he was driving me crazy.

I felt him rate the tumid bulbous head of his cock at my Virgin chess opening. He pushed forward till the head of his tool was just inside me. I cried out in botheration and tried to tear away but his firm hands held me in place. He told me to just loose, and it would go a lot easier.

He held me there for what seemed like minutes. Then he would push forward a petty bit. It felt like he was going to split up me in two. tear began rolling down my expression, it hurt that bad. Oddly my cock 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 feel his balls resting against mine. He held me there impaled on his cock.

I began to get used to the touch sensation of having his thick throbbing cock inside me. I found myself wanting it. The way it filled and stretched, my virtuous ass was elevated. I pushed back against him, driving him even deeper. An unfettered moan escaped from my lips.

He began grinding his peter into my tight slight ass. Slow gradual cause. I began to moan under his weight. He eased back just a little and then began rocking his hips slowly. He would ease back again, each time retracting a little more of his duration. Then gently he would rock his articulatio coxae forward, his clod slapping against mine.

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

I was moaning incessantly I could palpate 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 cock twitch and lurch. My rigorous anatomical sphincter began to spasm clamping down on his cock. Each spasm sent me into a delirious state.

My cock began spewing cum. My unbending prick bounced up, and down between my stage. roofy of cum sprayed out across the couch cushion. With each contraction of my orchis sac, I would lose myself.

"Oh god..I'm cumming…fuck me..please have a go at it me !"

He pushed forward and held my hips. His cock buried bass I felt it swell, and then explode inside me. Wave after wave of cum filled my ass. He held me tight against his turncock as he dumped his hot loading in my ass.

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

I collapsed onto the lounge. Laying there in my own cum, and his cum oozing out of my ass. I felt drained. I heard the shower bath running as my heart closed, and I drifted off to log Z's .