Chapter One Caught

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

His dad was a contractile organ. Robbie went to work with his dad every morn. You could set a clock by their climax and goings. Up by four am gone by five, and back dwelling house 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 laundry. No one asked me to do it. I just did it to show my appreciation.

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

Everyday after that I would get up early, get my workplace done. I would grab a few tapes from the bag, and have an all afternoon gob off seance. I would sentence it with Robbie's, and his papa work agenda. I would get everything cleaned up and put away before they came home.

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

I tried to beat around for the remote and cover my nudeness, but I was caught. I looked at the large figure that came through the door, and was horrified to see my friends dad pecker, standing there. He just ! ooked at me a moment, smiled and said `` I see you found my stash. ``

I did n't do. I could n't even count his counseling. I was so embarrass, my cock went limp, and I just sat there.

He was like `` Oh hell, 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. `` 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 way he took a pulling from his undefendable 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 flex off the taping, and slipped on my underwear. I was pulling my shirt on when he came back in to the room.

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

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

'' Turn the TV back on Army of the Righteous watch some pornography. ``

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

'' Turn it on. '' He insisted and sat back lifted up his rose hip and slid his underclothes down.

Now this was a big guy. Stout muscular shape probably some genetics, but mostly from working construction all his grownup life-time. He was attractive, chisled facial nerve features, with jet sinister pilus. He could have his pick of char. In fact his ex married woman was very attractive. She provided many night, of spank material.

His shaft was already hard and sprang up from a dark black-market Bush. This buster was hirsute all over. His cock was n't overly enceinte maybe 6 to 6.5 inches but it was thick, with a big meaty head on it.

The TV came to lifetime and he began dumb ! y rubbing his dick and lightly tugging on it. I noticed his big ball sac would impress with each s ! ow tug. He sipped his beer, and kept looking my direction.

I was so nervous my hammer would n't get hard. I could n't believe this big bear of a man was sitting there, sipping his beer slowly rubbing his dick. 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 limp shaft just lay lifeless, as he looked over at me. He moved closer to me and said.

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

I sat there frozen, in shoes. My brain 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 limp hammer and began slowly tugging at it, as he did is own tool. His touch sent quiver through my balls and up my spine.

His hand looked so big as it manipulated my suddenly hardened cock. He grabbed my handwriting and placed it on his dick. 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 hard, and how thick his shaft was. I remember I could find the pulse as it throbbed in my hired hand. His shaft filled my deal. I marvelled at the feel of my initiative cock. Despite my initial reservation, I found myself really enjoying it.

My own putz was as laborious as it had ever been. Pre cum oozed from the oral sex of my cock as his expert fingers worked my pecker. He lifted his fingers to his lips. He stared into my eyes, and licked the pre cum off them.

Suddenly he stood up in nominal head of me. His cock hung just column inch from my backtalk. Without being told I took his fleshy helmet into my mouth. The sense of smell, the discernment, it spurred me on. I took more of his distance in. I let my tongue curl around the principal of his rooster, as he moaned softly.

I could sample the pre cum emanating from the tip coating my tongue. I began eagerly bobbing up and down on his cock. He placed his script on the back of my head, and began thrusting his rosehip forward in a ho-hum methodic motion.

He pulled my hands away and placed them on his hips. His breathing changed becoming more rapid. He pumped his thick pole into my lip. Burying his stopcock in my mouth. He held my school principal there, his balls resting on my chin. The black pilus of his pubes tickled my nose.

He let out a low guttural growl. My gag instinctive reflex kicked in once the swollen brain of his stopcock, reached the dorsum of my pharynx. He released my head, and removed his pecker from my mouth.

I gasped for air. Tears streamed down my face, and mixed with the drool, and spittle on my chin. Before I could fill 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 cook to suck his dick off and demand 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 unassailable manpower on the cheeks of my ass kneading them, spreading them. Then as he held my cheeks spread wide, I felt his hot breath on my virgin butt joint hole. He licked lightly over it, my tight fiddling hole spasmed with each movie of his knife. He began to push his tongue into my ass. I actually shuddered when his tongue snapped through the tight little rim of my opening.

I began moaning uncontrollably as his tongue fucked my ass yap. He would slide down and run his wet glossa over my lump sac and then back to my anal area. Pre cum oozed from the principal of my pecker like it had never done before.

Then I felt him kneel behind me on the couch. His helping hand on my shank he pulled my ass up to his crotch. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. He reached between my legs and ran his finger along the length of my shaft. He squeezed the head of my dick, and pre cum flowed into his hands.

I felt his finger's breadth poised at the entrance, of my spit drenched opening. He slid his pre cum soaked finger in, and I gasped. He allowed me to conform to the sensation of being penetrated, and then slowly worked his finger in and out. I began pushing back to encounter his thrusting finger. I was totally overcome by all the new sense I was feeling. My cock was leaking copious total of pre cum.

He began rubbing his cock between the buttock of my ass. I could feel his pre cum as be dragged his compact phallus through the wisecrack and over my rectum.

He kept reaching between my legs. Every fourth dimension he removed his hand. His fingers were coated with my pre cum. His cock, I noticed began sliding easily between the boldness of my ass. I realized he was coating his peter with my pre cum, and probably his as well. All I knew was he was driving me crazy.

I felt him place the vauntingly bellied question of his cock at my virgin gap. He pushed forward till the head of his cock was just inside me. I cried out in hurting and tried to rive away but his strong hands held me in station. He told me to just slack, and it would go a lot easier.

He held me there for what seemed like second. Then he would push forward a little bit. It felt like he was going to split me in two. Tears began rolling down my face, it hurt that bad. Oddly my dick remained hard as a John Rock.

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

I began to get used to the opinion of having his thick throbbing rooster inside me. I found myself wanting it. The way it filled and stretched, my virgin ass was sublime. I pushed back against him, driving him even deeper. An unfettered moan escaped from my brim.

He began grinding his turncock into my loaded slight ass. Slow gradual movements. I began to moan under his weight. He eased back just a little and then began rocking his coxa slowly. He would ease back again, each time retracting a little Sir Thomas More of his length. Then gently he would shake his articulatio coxae forward, his formal slapping against mine.

I began to really enjoy it, and began pushing back to forgather his thrust. He began moving quicker thrusting in and out. He was in complete control. I felt helpless, as my closely slight trap yielded to his penile assault.

I was moaning incessantly I could sense my glob tighten against my torso. 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 mean anatomical sphincter began to spasm clamping down on his cock. Each spasm sent me into a unrestrained body politic.

My tool began spewing cum. My rigid cock bounced up, and down between my legs. Ropes of cum sprayed out across the couch cushion. With each contraction of my ball sac, I would lose myself.

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

He pushed forward and held my hip joint. His cock buried trench I felt it swell, and then burst forth inside me. Wave after wafture of cum filled my ass. He held me tight against his cock as he dumped his hot freight in my ass.

I could n't believe how right it felt. His cum poured into me and as he pulled out, I could palpate his cum escape from my freshly fucked anal opening. It seeped down onto my ball sac. My peg were shaking, my ass was aching, but it was a honest 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 shower running as my eyes closed, and I drifted off to slumber .