Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2018 16:27:39 -0700 From: Muscle DaddyBear Subject: Big Neighbor Men Series - Chapter 4: Neighbor Cop, Pt. 2 Please donate to Nifty. Any amount helps. Keep this site and the availability of the wealth of erotic material free as the volume of stories increases and the cost to maintain it does as well. ************************************************************************ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. 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In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Big Neighbor Men Series - Chapter 4 Neighbor Cop, Pt. 2 The rest of that night had been a long one of tossing and turning and dozing on and off rather than sleeping well. I'd gotten my clothes back in order and walked cautiously across the street into the house. It had had been quiet and dark with everyone asleep and only the light above the kitchen sink on. That was normal for this time of night with Dad and Mom both having to work the next day. It was just that that night had been anything but normal, and I'd expected to find one or the other still up and questioning what had gone on across the street. Luckily, that didn't happen. I went quietly to my bedroom, shut the door softly, and turned on the ceiling light. Bright light suddenly filled the room leaving my eyes taking time to adjust. I walked across the room to the dresser, kicked off my shoes and then reached on hand for the top for balance as I went to peel off my shorts. My eyes drifted up to the reflection of myself in the mirror over the dresser. Subtle gobs of pearly-white cum clung to my swollen and reddened lips while my hair stood up in a tangled mess. Sea green eyes met sea green eyes and my mind assessed that I looked exactly how I felt. The thick wet smell of male sweat and cum added into the sight of myself caused my prick to twitch and swell inside my briefs. I could feel my belly filled with one huge cop load down my throat and two up inside my butt. Walking toward the door to turn off the light before getting into bed, I could feel thick adult cum between the wet slippery cheeks of my ass on every step. Plopping into bed on my back, I hooked my briefs down under my teenage balls and began slowly stroking my prick while replaying the night in my head. Craving the feeling of that huge battering ram cock up my butt, I reached past my balls and found the puffy opening tender and stinging at my touch. Super sensitive, I found just grinding my butt against the mattress in a circular motion left waves of graphic anal pleasure coursing through me. I beat off again, and two more times during the night before Thursday morning arrived. When I had to get up and start getting ready for school, though, reality began creeping in. Questions and worries began rising up in my mind. Would Mr. Masterson tell anyone? Would he keep last night a secret, or would it spread around town? Would my parents find out? I figured he probably wouldn't say anything to most people because of keeping his job and avoiding scandal. But, what if he told a close friend or two about my repeated staring at him sexually as well as what he'd done to me? Even if none of those things happened, how would I act around him and how would he around me? I really just hoped I wouldn't ever run into him again. Well, that's not really true. I was already thinking about a repeat situation late at night with no one around. But, I didn't want to come face to face with him during the day. Several days went by, though, without seeing or running into Mr. Masterson in either his truck or police cruiser. An odd thing happened as my fears relaxed. I began hoping more and more that I would run into him again. Every day and night I beat off over what happened, over the memory of having sex for the first time and that it had been like with a man as well as the dominant force he'd used over me. I found myself frustrated with the desire for it to happen again. Yet, I had no idea how to achieve that without simply walking up to his house, knocking on his door, and asking for it. I had nowhere near the courage to do anything like that, though. It got more and more difficult to concentrate on my nightly runs at the football field with my mind returning to what happened with Mr. Masterson. I began running with no shirt or underwear, loving the feeling of being outdoors and my body as close to naked as possible. With my mind straying back to that night, I would often take off for the shadows of the bleachers midway through my hour and a half nightly run. Afraid to take them all the way off, I would push my shorts down to my knees and beat off in the open air replaying step by step everything the much bigger man had put me through. It was nearly a week since that fateful night and I was walking back to the track from the bleachers after jerking out a load to my memories when I saw a truck parked near mine. Nervous excitement zipped through me until I noted the truck wasn't Mr. Masterson's. From the other end of the bleachers, Bob Blasingame walked into the light carrying a toolbox in each hand. I knew of him. He, his wife, and two young daughters lived in town. She was a realtor and he was a contractor in town. He did everything from quick repairs to bigger remodeling projects. They weren't within my parent's circle of friends as their daughters were just starting school while I was nearing the end of it. I'd noticed Mr. Blasingame before, it was hard not to with his tall height, athletic body, and handsome face. He wasn't quite as tall as Mr. Masterson, but he still stood taller than most men around. He had deep blue eyes with heavy eyebrows that seemed to almost meet his eyelashes giving his eyes a narrow and gregariously squinted look as if he was always a bit silently amused with everything going on around him. Dark brown hair with hints of blond right in the front fell over his forehead while it was cut close at the sides and back. With a masculine framework of wide rocky cheekbones, strong jutting jaw, and straight prominent nose...a thick heavy handlebar mustache framed wide full lips in a way that gave his otherwise clean-cut all-American face a hint of a lewd and leering appeal. Most of the times I'd seen him, he'd been in tan Dickie's uniform pants and a matching shirt or just a white t'shirt. Where Mr. Masterson's body was piled with bulky muscle, Mr. Blasingame's physique was taut, wiry, and athletic with its broad shoulders and slim waist and hips. There was something in particular above everything else that always drew my attention to him. Just to the right of the zipper in the crotch of his pants, I had always been able to clearly see the defined shape of a broad impressive cock-head and about two inches of thick shaft. It wasn't like it stood out like a neon sign all the time, and he seemed completely unaware of revealing display frequently occurring in the front of his pants. It was only when he walked, turned, or stood a certain way. He'd been talking with a group of other men once and had leaned backward laughing heartily with his hands on his hips. That thrust about seven inches of Mr. Blasingame's obviously thick heavy cock forward and out with every detail of it flashed out in high relief underneath the tan material of his pants. It had only happened that one time, but it was a sight I'd never forgotten and one that raced into my mind as I watched him now walking toward me. I suddenly became self-consciously aware of my prick, still hard from just beating off, bouncing free and unrestricted underneath my shorts. I was used to being alone in times like this and had never worried about any last drool of cum leaking out into my shorts. Whether there might be any or not, I had no choice but to keep walking toward the track. I was hoping to just walk nonchalantly past him with a quick nod of greeting. Yet, there was a big problem with trying to accomplish that. A really heavy thick hard cock with a very pronounced wide head shot down from the crotch of his pants at a forty-five degree angle toward the ground. Despite my efforts to look everywhere but there, I found myself completely captivated by the way every step of his long legs made Mr. Blasingame's hard protuberance shift up and down a span of about three inches. Each forward stride of the other leg left that big shaft of hard adult meat thrusting more dramatically outward against the tent of fabric over it. The close he came, the harder I tried to look away and the more I failed. "Hey there! Tommy, isn't it?" He asked with a broad smile, coming to a stop right in front of me. "Yeah, hi." I answered feeling my face heat up with the flush of embarrassment over the teen erection flopping obviously inside my shorts. Not only did my prick refuse to go down in the slightest, I still couldn't force myself to pull my eyes from the straining cock inside Mr. Blasingame's taut pants. "Hey, uh," Deep blue eyes flicked quickly down to my shorts and back up before he continued with the smile on his face never faltering, "I gotta see what's goin' on with the scoreboard control panel. If you don't mind and have the time, I might could use an extra hand at some point." "Sure, I'd be glad to." I answered stiffly, not meaning it. I just wanted my prick to go down and for me to be able to get out of the uncomfortable position of him seeing me running on the track with a hard-on and no underwear. That desire was also tripled by the embarrassment of my inability to tear my eyes from Mr. Blasingame's arrogant cock. "Thanks, bud. I'll stick my head outta the booth and wave if I need ya. So, keep an eye out." "Okay, I'll do that." "Thanks, again." With a second flick of blue eyes down to my shorts, he walked past me and toward the steps up to the announcer booth. Three or four laps and then I'd apologize with a homework excuse and get out of there. That was the plan. I only made it two laps, though, before Mr. Blasingame stuck his head out of the announcer booth and waved. My insides clenched as I waved back and began jogging with resignation to the steps. With the jostling of running the track, my prick had only gone about halfway down. Jogging toward the announcer both, I did my best to force it down further only to have it react in the completely opposite reaction. Getting to the top and the door of the booth, I walked into warm summer air closed up in the small room damp with the scent of male sweat, muscle, and body hair. Ten feet deep and eight across there wasn't much free space with three folding metal chairs pushed to one side and Mr. Blasingame's two toolboxes strewn open across the floor. Mr. Blasingame was bent over the control board cranking open the wide shutters that closed the room off the elements when not in use and opened to give a full view of the field and scoreboard during events. His pants were off, though, off and tossed over the far side of the control board. In just his sweat-drenched white t'shirt and plain white boxers, long tan muscular legs flowed down into brown lace-up construction boots seemingly without socks. Rather than feeling shocked, I looked across the short distance thinking how tall and masculine he looked. Brown, copper, and blond burst out from the golden tan skin in a pelt of thick straight coarse hair up the legs of his boxers. Wet and semi-transparent, the thin white cotton pulled tight across Mr. Blasingame's muscular butt. The sight revealed a voyeuristic shadowed valley in between both mounds of muscle as well as the fact that the hair on the tall man's legs continued up over his athletic ass. The pure simple easy and raw maleness of everything about the man in front of me filled my head to the point I didn't even notice the now blatantly protruding physical reaction occurring inside my shorts. With the shutters now fully opened, he turned and wiped his brow with the back of his forearm. "Man, I should've opened those earlier...must smell like a barn in here." The pause afterward stretched out as I did my best to drag eyes up the tan hairy muscle of Mr. Blasingame's tan athletic legs toward his handsome guy-next-door face. My gaze stopped momentarily on the thick defined slab of rubbery cock hanging down heavily to the hem of one leg of his boxer shorts before they kept rising upward past the sharply defined tight muscle of his waist, chest, shoulders, and arms. The same heavy burnished fur of his legs bristled out wet with male sweat from his stomach, chest, and flaring strong forearms. I found his eyes on mine, just quietly looking at me when I was finally able to force my own onto his face. It was as if he was somehow smiling behind his heavy handlebar mustache, and yet not smiling at all. He seemed simply relaxed and quietly at ease. I felt like the expression on his face said he knew I'd been looking at him and what I'd been thinking. At the same time, though, it could have easily meant he hadn't noticed at all. I didn't know what to make of his expression, but it somehow erased some of the nervous clenching in my stomach. "Still pretty hot in here. I still have more on than you do, though not much." He chuckled, then slid a big hand over my bare shoulder and sent added heat down the backs of my legs. "I'm gonna slide underneath here, then I need you t' just flip one switch after another while I see which fuses are firing and what aren't. Slowly, one at a time. Make sense?" "Got it." I answered, relaxing even more and began to enjoy the time alone with him. He seemed nice and genuinely friendly as well as totally comfortable being in just his boxers, t-shirt, and boots in front of me. It was as if he gave no more thought to my hard-on than he did his own rather openly displayed cock, as if we were just two guys and neither warranted any attention. Feeling like he wasn't giving any thought to any of it left me finally fully relaxing around him. He got down on his knees and moved his head under the control board. "What are you, 'bout sixteen...seventeen?" "Sixteen." He grabbed the edge of the control board shelf and swung his upper body underneath, lying down on the floor and scooting farther under. "Sixteen. Good age. Good bein' in a small town, too. Folks think big cities offer a lot more. But, there's a ton t' experience t' be had in a small town of ya pay attention." He paused. "Now, start at the left and flip the switches across the top row. I'll tell ya each time when t' move on to the next." "Okay." I flipped the first one, having to lean forward because of my short height. There was a click and lights above half of the bleachers on one side came on. Leaning over left me unable look at Mr. Blasingame's long muscular and hairy body. With him not being able to see me, I'd wanted to have free rein in taking in everything I could of his partially exposed body. With the way I had to stand, though, that just wasn't possible. "Next." I flipped the first switch off and the second on. One set of lights went out, while another came on. "Next." I flipped the third and heard him shuffling around below me. "Hell, Tommy. In the top of one of the tool boxes behind you, there's a big clear package of fuses. Would you get that and hand it to me." "Sure." I turned and found the package. When I turned back there was a large hand with impossibly long fingers and wide knuckles stretched out from under the control board. That wasn't what made me stop and stare, though. Mr. Blasingame's long tan muscular hairy legs were splayed widely below me. The right leg, the one that was opposite from me, was bent at the knee with its boot on the floor and knee raised up toward the ceiling. The other leg was bent a bit, too, but lying flat across the floor and away from the other. The leg farthest away from me and with the raised knee had pulled that leg of his boxers tight against it. That pulled the other leg of his boxers automatically wide open to gape up and away from his other leg. Mr. Blasingame's balls and cock both spilled heavily across his hairy thigh toward the floor, the gaping boxer material leaving me with full unobstructed view of huge thick cock and low-hanging hair forested balls. Eight inches of fat heavy adult male meat lolled across his thigh, nestled in the dense bronze hair there like a big sleeping fleshy snake. The whole thing was a dusty cream color that ended in a wide mushroom-shaped head in a dusky rose color with thick soft skin gathered where the flared ridge met the meaty shaft. "Just a sec..." The large-fingered hand stretched from under the control board. "...it's hot as an oven in here." Mr. Blasingame's body began jostling some from side to side as he did something out of my view. Doing that, his cock rolled and flopped energetically back and forth across his hairy thigh. I could swear it stretched, swelled fuller, and flexed while his big balls drew up several times in their low hairy sack. Hypnotized by the huge thick adult male meat sprawling lazily across his thigh, I felt my own young chubby prick jerk to rigid attention and tent my shorts out six inches parallel to the floor. I was so hard staring down at Mr. Blasingame's huge energetic cock, my own prick felt as if it would shatter if I so much as touched it. Even my teenage balls felt the ache of deep desire and excitement. "Toss that on top of my pants, will ya? Then, hand me those fuses." If he knew anything of the lewd display of fat adult cock spilling out of his boxers as he handed my his t-shirt, his husky voice gave none of it away. "Sure." I took the damp shirt, pulling it to my nose to draw in any scent there just out of curiosity. Clean sweat, cedar, and the smell of open air swirled into my lungs as I then did as he'd asked. Staring down again at Mr. Blasingame's thick masculine meaty adult cock with every part of my body assaulted by jittery nerves and forbidden excitement, I nearly dropped the package of fuses I was about to pass to him. Suddenly, the thought ran through my head that I didn't want this to end. I wanted to go on all night helping Mr. Blasingame and getting to take in his innocently exposed heavy adult cock and hairy balls. Nothing like this ever happened to me. Even the time with Mr. Masterson had been miles different from this unintentional display of mature shifting, swelling, and flexing heavy cock. And, this time, the big man it was attached to seemed completely unaware rather than proud and aggressive. Mr. Blasingame's big hand reached out, those large strong fingers taking the package of fuses from mine. I could tell he had leaned forward to do that, and my eyes darted back to his thick cock as he lowered his back down to the floor. His fat meat flexed, the head blushing a deeper rose as it swelled fuller, and the entire thick length of it all rose up to hang a full heavy nine inches in the air just above his thigh brushing the tips of the coarse hair there. I gulped down a huge intake of air while a nervous buzzing suddenly assaulted my stomach. I felt like I was going to explode being so close to that handsome strapping heavy slab of adult cock yet unable to do anything but stare at it. "Would ya start slowly flipping the top switches from left to right again? Just like before." I heard him, but it took more time than it should for me to react. "Sure." I answered, noticing the weak and distracted tone in my voice. I leaned forward and flicked the first one. "Okay, and now number two..." Mr. Blasingame's voice came from below me. I flicked the second, and felt my prick lurch inside my shorts as the fabric of them brushed the underside of it. "Number three..." I felt the underside of my prick brushed lightly again and jerk upward a second time. A distant question of how the material of my shorts was touching the underneath of my rigid prick nagged lightly at the outer edges of my mind. "Number four..." Something brushed the underside of my prick yet again. I swallowed hard as my prick lurched in my shorts again from the mysterious sensation. When he began scooting out from underneath, I had no time to consider the realization that my hard teen meat had just been thrust forward underneath the control board right above him. "Can't see whether the fuses are firing or not with these lights on." He stood up right next to me and reached over his head for a box imbedded in the ceiling. I froze, my stomach turning to ice. My breath caught in my throat and refused to go in or out. I stood there with my mind reeling and feeling faint as Mr. Blasingame's thick swollen heavy meat pressed uncovered and bare against my forearm. The tall man flicked open a latch, the strong musky damp scent of him rolling over me and the taut defined muscles of his stomach, chest, shoulders, and arms furred with fiery dark golden brown hair stared me in the face. I heard the flip of a switch and the booth suddenly went dark and silent except for the loud pulsing of blood rushing through my ears. Mr. Blasingame didn't move and neither did I. Time stretched out, his thick cock flexing heavily and slowly pushing its way across the back of my arm. "I should prob'ly get back under there." Mr. Blasingame's husky voice was quiet. I noticed his breathing was shallow and quicker than normal as I stared into the shadowed view of the man's wide athletic chest and carpet of dense chest hair right in front of my face in the small darkened room. I watched in paralyzed silence as his tall hairy form slid from my view and under the control board. I looked down to find his boxers no longer gaping open at one leg. Instead, the fabric there was gathered at the base of the Mr. Blasingame's heavy cock and big low slung balls. The thick tall proud heavy cock itself was now jutting straight up toward the ceiling as he maneuvered his long body into place. "Wait. Maybe you should take a look under here t' understand what I'm doin' t' get a better idea of what speed we need t' go at t' get this done. Keep your hand on one of the switches and then lean your head under here where you can see all the fuses." I bit my lip with my eyes widening. Doing what he asked was going to put my head really close to the man's upstanding cock. There was nothing I could think of as an excuse not to do as he asked, though. So, I moved my hand to a switch and sank down on my knees without saying a word until Mr. Blasingame's fat hard cock was a foot away from my face. Then, I crooked my head under the control board where he was staring upward and not at me. "Okay," He said with distraction and continued looking above him, "flip the switch." I did. The click it made was louder from under the control board than it had been standing over it. "Okay, and now flip it back off." Again, I did. "Did you see it?" His eyes looked down his face and onto mine. "Nuh uh." I answered meekly, bees buzzing in my stomach with the long thick hard cock swaying in the air less than a foot away in my peripheral vision. "Look right here," He looked up and pointed at a short cylindrical glass fuse with a long wide muscular finger. "and flip the switch again." I swallowed and did as he asked, seeing the dim light flash inside the tiny cylinder. "Keep watching, and flick it back off." The loud click came again accompanied by the stadium lights connected to it going back out. This time, though, all the lights that usually lit it up while I was running went out as well. I instinctively turned my head to look behind me into the pitch dark announcer booth and found Mr. Blasingame's tall fat cock barely visible even though it wasn't far from my face. "Must be ten o'clock." His voice was quiet again. "Yeah." I wanted to say more, comment or add to what he said, but my mind and throat dried up staring into the dark at Mr. Blasingame's hard hefty cock. He scooted a little farther under the board and closer to me until one leg was at my knee closest to him and his big rugged cock was right below my face. "Since it's pitch black anyway, you mind if I tug these boxers off t' dry so I don't have t' head home in wet clothes?" "No." It was all I could say, though I could barely get the word out of my dry throat. "Thanks, buddy." Barely visible big hands came down and shrugged the white boxers part of the way down tan hairy muscular legs as far as they would go. Booted feet pulled back to his ass and he lifted his crotch up from the floor to push the boxers over his knees and down his calves. Hips in the air, his thick hard cock brushed back and forth across my face thrusting musky dark and rich adult cock and ball scent through my nose and into my lungs. Somewhere back in my mind the distant realization opened up that he had to be doing this on purpose. Anyone else would jerk their cock away from my face in embarrassment given the same situation. "Nice that it's just the two of us." The sound of Mr. Blasingame's quiet voice moved through me. "No one'll ever know if I mess anything up and have t' fix it. No one'll ever know about anything that happens but you n' me." I just stayed there silent and unable to move, and yet also unable to stop staring at the man's big hard cock. Yes, I'd been introduced to sex by Mr. Masterson. And, yes, I'd stared at both him and Mr. Blasingame before. I'd also stared at other men, too, though. There had been short stocky and lumbering Mr. Thompson with his fat wide bulge pressing out against and alongside the right side of his zipper, and Mr. Hennis whose clipped broad dark cock-head had flared outside the leg of his shorts resting on the seat of a lawn chair while he slept sitting next to his truck away from everyone else at the fair a couple years ago. There was also tall burly Judd Larsen who'd stood next to me at the urinal at the baseball field stroking, tugging, and milking a long fat rubbery hose of male flesh, the thick smooth foreskin moving hypnotically repeatedly over and off a heavy bloated cock-head while he smiled down and talked to me after having just finished taking a piss. And, yes, that had fueled thoughts and fantasies about those men and a few others. With the exception of Mr. Masterson, though, they were all married and most even had kids. So, I never entertained any possibility of anything really happening with them. I'd just begun to imagine it rather often. When Mr. Masterson had approached and forced me into doing much of what I'd thought about for a very long time, I'd taken that as just an extreme fluke. I believed it was something that would likely never happen with him again, and certainly not with anyone else. Yet here I was, struggling to breathe with what breath I had exhaling across the broad head of Mr. Blasingame's long thick hard cock pulsing against my face near my lips. Time seemed to stretch out while I knelt there on the floor struggling with what to do and what not to do, what I wanted to do and what I was afraid of doing. "Tommy." One of Mr. Blasingame's hand came from somewhere in the dark and curved soothingly around the back of my neck. There was no pressure and no encouraging me into action, just a gentle slight and affectionate movement of his long strong fingers against the tense muscles and tendons there. "We can get right back t' replacing the fuses..." The wide hand on my neck hugged my neck gently tighter, but again without nudging or urging. "...or..." Heart beating furiously inside my chest and blood rushing deafeningly through my ears, my lips parted. I couldn't stop them, and my mind felt trapped against considering any possible options. My brain spun too fast to think of anything but what instinct was leading me to do. I slipped my tongue out and swiped it slowly up the underside of the wide masculine head of Mr. Blasingame's hard jutting cock. The hand at the back of my neck swept slowly down my back, across the top of my thigh, and then curled around the hard teen prick covered only by my shorts. Sweat and musk poured off him in the hot summer air with him stretched out across the floor in front of me in nothing but his construction boots. "I gotta say, it was awful nice comin' up on you strokin' yourself off under the bleachers." The large hand softly enveloping my chubby young prick eased lightly forward and back. "Got me hot watching you n' thinkin' about all the times I've caught you lookin' at me." Embarrassment warred with excitement inside me. The hand on my prick moved to my arm and guided my hand to the thick damp pliant hefty mature cock standing heavy and free up from the tall man's crotch. His voice dropped lower and quieter, "You wanna have a good time with Daddy?" My stomach dropped at that last word and a jolt of the forbidden shot through me. Holding the thick fat cock of a man twenty years older than me was enough to spiral my mind out of all control. Referring to himself as "Daddy" left my prick twitching and jerking inside my shorts, my breath hitching in my chest, and my legs quivering and shaky. The furious bouncing of the head of my young prick against the soft material of my shorts had me feeling as if I was going to lose my load any minute now. My lips finally closed over the wide meaty head and a salty pearly of male fluid spread across my tongue. The thick impressive shaft jerked in my hand and went rigid as forged steel as the hand on my arm tightened possessively. "God..." The word was so quiet I barely heard it. The hand on my arm opened and moved away, sliding down to my leg before easing up and under my shorts. The heat of his palm and fingers seared the soft skin of my prick. The rasp of the rough surface of his palm and long bulky fingers against my young six inch length sent fire shooting underneath my balls and back into the tight hole behind. Still past being able to think, I sunk my mouth down on Mr. Blasingame's huge cock braced just past my lips. The wide powerful head hit the back of my throat at the same time as my lips met the fingers of my hand where they curved around his solid girth without meeting. I felt the tall older man's body shift below me as I tongued the obscene breadth of his shaft and held it pressing against the entrance to my throat. Soft wet warmth slid over the head of my prick just before a strong suction drew it deeper into the wet velvety heat. A wide meaty tongue curled around my length and seemed to stroke my twitching young prick as the warm wet mouth began moving on and off it. I shuddered and felt the whimper roll from my chest as my body began to shudder and shake under the entirely new sensations assaulting my teenage hard-on. The feelings were so intense I didn't even recognize that I was cumming until halfway through my tight balls unloading everything inside them into Mr. Blasingame's affectionately stroking mouth. "Beautiful..." I registered the quietly spoken word as Mr. Blasingame's wet mouth pulled off my spewing prick momentarily. His hard throbbing cock stood tall in my hand, though my mouth had moved away when I'd arched my back in the throes of releasing my cum into his waiting mouth and throat. As the shuddering eased within my body, I dove my own mouth appreciatively and excitedly back onto the older man's fat muscular adult cock. A rough hand slid over the tight sack of my small teen balls, sending jolts of pleasure striking through me. Moving past, the calloused pads of his hardworking fingers delved into the sensitive cleft of my ass. Sparks flew behind my eyes and my heart drove up into my throat as one rugged finger began teasing and toying with the tight opening there. Past any ability to control my responsiveness, groans rolled from my throat and vibrated over the thick heavy adult cock in my mouth while my hips circled and ground against the lewd and shameless sensations rushing through me from the blunt finger toying with my twitching young hole. Some deep-seated instinct left me pushing back until a broad stocky fingertip pushed through my tight little teenage hole and sunk inside me. My body swayed left and right of its own accord as my eyes rolled back in my head behind closed lids and a light floating dizziness filled my head. "God, so responsive. You're just fuckin' amazing, Tommy." I heard him, but didn't register it at the time with my mind tumbling over itself in the surprising and intense sensations radiating from within my tight and gently violated young hole. The wide fingertip eased out from my hole. I squeezed the huge thick hard cock in my hand and attacked it avidly with my mouth...suctioning, swirling, lapping, and stroking it with a mouth gone wild with appreciation for the feelings Mr. Blasingame had given my body by probing his heavy fingertip up inside me. The hand that had slid away quickly returned with slick wet fingertips now stroking and dancing across my little hole. One slid in and then back out. Another did the same. As I now furiously sucked at Mr. Blasingame's substantial adult cock, his wide fingertips traded off slipping inside me and fanning an increasingly hot fire burning there. Two fingertips slid in together. Tension shot through me as I slowed on attacking the fat heavy mature cock in my mouth. Speed began to return as my body adjusted to the stretch in the ring of my asshole. I could feel the fingers taunting, stretching, and teasing as they shifted inside me until a third fingertip eased in to join the first two. At the third sturdy fingertip added to the two others, the actions of my mouth slowed again as my whole body felt a flow of deep drifting sensual heat rise through me. It felt as if everything shifted into a dreamlike slow motion. The feeling was much like when a friend and I snuck bourbon from his parents' liquor cabinet...slow, languid, detached, and yet highly sensitized. My mind seemed to slide into neutral and just simply follow where Mr. Blasingame led without thought or decision. I tasted cum in my mouth...not thick pumping volleys of it, but slow heavy drooling across my tongue. My mind seemed to slip even deeper into everything happening around me as the cock in my mouth began to pour cum inside until it turned into long heavy powerful jets blasting against the back of my throat. I swallowed avidly and greedily, drunk on the thick salty load spewing into my desperately hungering mouth. Something was going on. Something I didn't understand. And, something I was aware of but didn't care to do anything but drown in. I felt everything happening to and around me. But, it was as if I was sliding deeply and rapidly into a place where my mind was shutting down and my body was overruling any question or analization of it all. It was different than it had been with Mr. Masterson. I wasn't being forced. Well, not in the physical way I had before. Yes, I felt I didn't have any choice. But this time, it was more that my body was offering itself with my mind cut off from making any decisions by everything Mr. Blasingame was was doing to me. Mr. Blasingame moved his thick drooling cock from my mouth and eased me face down on the announcer booth's floor. I felt my shorts being slid down my legs. I found myself naked with my young body pressed against the cool wood floor while hot damp summer air slid over the backs of my legs, newly exposed ass, and the planes of my back. Almost immediately, though, the long athletic muscular and hairy length of Mr. Blasingame's tall body eased up, over, and on top of my own. I sucked in a deep gasp of air and then expelled it with a long drawn-out groan of ecstasy at the intensity of the full physical contact of my body covered by the weight and crisp curling hair of Mr. Blasingame's body sliding over my skin. There was something about all the coarse hair of his long rangy physique scouring and rasping across my soft skin that sent me writhing and groaning against him. I could feel my legs being eased apart even through feeling like I was wrapped up in the fog of a hot humid dream. "Easy now." Hot breath slithered up through the inside of my ear and strapping adult hips aligned with mine to press the wide powerful head of Mr. Blasingame's thick heavy hard cock at the tauntingly stretched back entrance to my sixteen year old body. I found myself nodding in response and feeling the familiar electricity of excitement dancing across the tight ring of my ass hole as it began trying to relax for the tall man and big cock behind me. "That's it, just let it happen." Hot damp breath swirled enticingly in my ear again. The coarse hair of his thick mustache taunted the soft skin of my ear and strong teeth began to nibble lightly there. Shivers threaded down the length of my body as my ass rolled and squirmed against the bulky cock-head nudging my young hole open. "Yeah, that's it, handsome boy." Teeth and mustache slid down the side of my neck as my body's reaction increased. I was pushing back against the huge cock prodding the opening to my ass and moving my hips rhythmically in earnest. There was no denying it to myself or him, I wanted Mr. Blasingame's long thick hard cock inside me. "Yeah, open up nice n' slow for Daddy. Been waitin' quite a while for this. Thinkin' you have, too. There's no need t' rush anything." He had said "Daddy" again. My brain flipped inside my head and my prick jerked where it was trapped between the floor and my crotch. He reached for one shoulder and pulled it away from the floor, turning my body to expose one side of my chest without taking his mouth from my neck. Then his lips slid lower, tracing a path down from my neck. The change in position pressed his wide impressive cock more firmly at my hole as the ring of my ass began fluttering and kissing at the broad head that was working toward getting inside. Mr. Blasingame lowered his handsome mustached face down to where his lips locked on my nipple, his tongue and teeth began teasing and nipping at the highly sensitive flesh. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensations shooting through my body. I bucked underneath him and sunk the head of his incredible cock into my ass. "Oh yeah. You want Daddy's cock? Huh?" Mr. Blasingame eased his head from my chest and moved it to kiss my forehead, then my nose, and then my mouth. Thick tongue slid possessively inside and swabbed every corner erotically before pulling away momentarily. "You want Daddy's big thick cock up inside your tight lil' butt, buddy? Every time the tall handsome muscular man said "Daddy", the higher and more desperate the heat inside me rose. Mr. Masterson had used that word, too. He'd said it roughly and forcefully. From Mr. Blasingame, it was gentler and kinder...more affectionate and almost protective. However, it sent the exact same fiery heat blazing through me. "Yes, sir. Please." I gasped breathlessly, every bit as turned on by his use of the word "Daddy" as with everything Mr. Blasingame was doing to my body. "That's exactly what I wanted t' hear." With that he flipped me over, tossed my legs around his waist, and planted his strong hands at my neck. Anchored in place, he began slowly stretching my hole and feeding his huge slick fat adult cock up into my ass. My eyes bulged out at the slow stretching of my ass to accommodate his huge length and massive girth. His muscular cock rode into and over something inside me that left shock waves shooting through my body. I jerked, twisted, and fought against the grip of his beefy hands on my neck until I wrenched free to grab both arms around his neck. I plastered my smooth chest to his fascinatingly hairy one as my body jerked and convulsed against him. "Damn, boy." Mr. Blasingame muttered almost reverently as I felt the cum pouring from my erupting prick. "You want me t' stop now? I'd be disappointed, but I will." "No, no...we're good." I managed to get out weakly pressing my face hard into the wiry hair of his chest. "You sure, son?" "Yeah... Yeah..." I nodded against firm damp hairy muscle, gasping deeply and slowly as he began to continue easing the monster between his strong legs farther into my stunned and soaring body. "Ohhhhhh jeeeeesus..." I whimpered into his chest, pressing my face harder into the hairy muscle of his chest and tightening my arms around his neck as Mr. Blasingame's huge battering ram cock forced its way deeper into the core of my young body. "Lay back, tiger." Big rough hands moved to ease my arms from around his brawny neck. I didn't want to let go. I didn't want the separation. I wanted to stay where I was holding tightly to him. But, I was in too much of an overwhelmed daze to do anything but accept where he moved me. Being eased away from him, my eyes lifted upward to stare in virtual worship at the tall rugged man's strong jaw, thick lewd handlebar mustache, and heavy brows that tangled with the long dark eyelashes framing strikingly deep blue eyes. His stare bore back into my own eyes with every bit as much heat, fire, and intensity. "Fuck..." He growled low gravelly and almost angrily through teeth hidden behind the thick lush brush of his mustache. With that, one powerful arm slid under one of my legs wrapped around his waist to thrust it up across the length of his strong hairy torso. All of the breath in my chest expelled in a desperate rush as he dropped the weight of his long hard body on top of mine so I was for all intents and purposes folded in half with one leg still wrapped around his waist. His mouth dove down on top of mine, fat tongue dipping inside to assault my own. I began to scream unformed words of shock into his kiss and begging for him to stop that I didn't in any way mean as Mr. Blasingame slowly shoved the entire rest of his impossibly long thick bull meat into my quaking body. He moved his mouth just enough out of his possessive kiss to where most of our lips still touched. "Daddy's gonna fuck you sooooooooo good, son..." He rasped out with his voice deep and dark before taking my mouth with his own once again. He ground into me, swinging his massive white-hot cock around deep within my insides...raking the thick hair of his stomach and chest across my own smooth chest and teenage balls pulled tight below my hard prick. "Oh yeah, boy, Daddy's gonna fuck you real real good..." His mouth parted from mine just enough to growl the words out again. "Yeah, real fuckin' good..." My brain melted inside my head as rough hands moved to encompass and squeeze the young muscle of my chest. My body flipped into thrashing wildly as Mr. Blasingame began slowly stroking his huge fat horse cock from deep inside my stomach. "Christ, you're fuckin' incredible." His words were slow whisper as he rode more and more of his overgrown adult cock out through my clenching spasming hole. I caught brief glimpses of brow-shrouded blue eyes staring down at me as I bucked and writhed underneath him. My body suddenly arched tautly and went dead still as a groan ripped through me at the feeling of the flaring head of Mr. Blasingame's obscenely huge cock shoving the ring of my asshole momentarily even wider. I couldn't breathe or make a sound. Everything in my body had gone rigid and I found my head wrenched backward and staring wide-eyed up at the dark announcer booth ceiling. "Look at me." At first I wasn't sure I'd really heard anything much less what words had been spoken with Mr. Blasingame uttering them so quietly. "Look at me, Tommy." The words were still barely a whisper. I felt the rapid rise and fall of my chest as my breath came back and I slowly tilted my head back to look into the strong masculine planes of handsome man's shadowed face. Flaring cock-head shoved the tight ring of my asshole aside again as fire erupted around the tender opening, my eyes flying wide as Mr. Blasingame began pushing back into me. Deep blue eyes pinned me in place as big hands moved to grasp my upper arms in an immobilizing iron grip. Thick, hard, fat, long, bulky, muscular, swollen, huge, twitching, jerking, massive, demanding, dominating, wild, impossible adult rugged cock began forcing my body back open to accept its humongous nine inch girth up into my young sixteen year old ass. "OH...FUCK...GOD....NO...FUCK...OH MY GOD....HOW...HOW...HOW...JESUS..." the words and my breath were coming in short heaving pants as the room began to blur and tilt in my vision, "OH GOD...FUCK...OH GOD...OH GOD...OH GOD...OH GOD..." The enormity of it, the intensity of it, it was more than I was capable of grasping. That huge adult cock filling my insides, shoving my body open for its lumbering bulk, and thrusting up high inside my stomach felt simply not physically possible. Yet there it was, stroking in deeply without even yet being halfway within my body while my insides gripped his thick hard girth wildly and desperately. I felt as if everything in my body and mind started and ended with that huge fat cock flexing against my tight young sensitive hole as he continued burying himself into me again. "Look at me." Mr. Blasingame whispered quietly yet again with a calm control I couldn't comprehend. I turned my head and eyes. He was now just over halfway inside me. I could feel it. I could feel where inside me his huge cock had reached. Holding my eyes with his, he slowly rose his beautifully masculine muscular hairy torso up and away from me until it was perpendicular to the floor. His eyes moved down my body until they came to where his was sunk partway into me. They flashed back up to mine. "Look at that." Those deep blue eyes looked downward again. I looked, but I what I saw seemed entirely impossible. There was no way that humongous cock could be inside me the way it was. There was no way my butt-hole could stretch the way it was to take that wrist-thick cock up inside it. "Watch...watch my cock sink inside you. Watch Daddy make that cute lil' butt mine." I did. I wasn't capable at that point of doing anything other than what he ordered. As he began forcing more and more of his incredible fat hard adult cock up into me, I watched. I watched, growing more and more shocked stunned and excited as more and more of Mr. Blasingame's huge slab of overbearing bull meat moved into me. I watched him fuck that enture huge cock up into my body as my mind melted over the sight of it. "Oh jesus fucking christ...nooooo...nooooo...nooooo...oh my god...fuck...no..." A huge breath swamped into my chest, my head lolling to the side, and my eyes falling shut as I felt that obscene adult cock bury itself to the hilt inside my teen ass. "Fuck!" Mr. Blasingame growled and dropped his whole long hairy muscular body on top of my much smaller smooth one. The hands on my upper arms clamped down even tighter. He drug that huge hard cock out from my hole devastatingly. My voice cried out and my body flopped, convulsed, and arched to get away from him...to get away from the deep pleasure wrenching through my body too intensely for me to take. My mind careened inside my head. My hard young prick jerked inside the forest of hair coating of Mr. Blasingame's flat muscular stomach. "Christ, boy, but you're fuckin' incredible..." I barely heard the quiet words from deep inside his chest. He drove that huge baseball bat of hard adult male flesh back into my quivering cock-besieged butt-hole. "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!" The cry exploded from my throat. Full firm lips and heavy mustache came down upon my mouth, forcing my jaw open and thrusting wide meaty tongue inside. My own tongue lay limp and unresponsive inside as couldn't help continuing to cry out and yell into his demanding kiss. Strong athletic hips began thrusting hard and deep inside me, my body and mind past any ability to comprehend the depth and intensity of what the much older man was doing to me. I could feel the massive bulk of Mr. Blasingame's broad breathtaking cock grinding deep inside my stomach before lurching into its crashing exit from my battered and inflamed hole. Slamming back into me left me feeling as if the head of his huge adult cock was going to shove up into my throat at any minute. I could feel him pistoning in and out of me like some overheated piece of heavy machinery even though my mind couldn't wrap itself around the reality of it all. I felt as if my whole body was on fire with the scrape of the wonderful hair of his body sandpapering against mine, the mouth devouring mine, and the huge cock barreling in and out of me. I could feel his massive cock shoving my body open for its huge girth to thrust deep, shoving me open deeper and deeper for his hard rugged male meat. I could feel his pounding hips filling my body with huge adult cock on every mind-blowing powerful bulldozer ramming in and out of me. My hands pummeled, grabbed, and scratched across his back while my mind disintegrated inside my head. My world, every thought and sensation, narrowed down to just Mr. Blasingame's massive cock plunging deep inside me. The force of it set off explosive fire from the tight ring of my gratefully accepting ass, the depth of his thundering thrusts driving powerfully through my insides. I could feel my one free leg kicking him in the back and the cries of heated insanity erupting from my throat, but had zero control over anything happening inside or out of my body and mind as I flopped and twisted in his big strong hands. "Fuck!" He released his iron grip on my upper arms, one hand fisting in my hair and the other grabbing the back of my head to shove my face into his hairy chest muffling the mindless cries escaping my throat. In and out of me, Mr. Blasingame slammed his mammoth cumbersome cock...his salty sweat running down my face and body, the sharp dark musk of his hairy muscular body flooding my lungs, and the strength in his big hands and powerful thrusts reducing me to nothing but a crazed completely -submissive flailing mass of teenage hole for his huge hard cock. Grinding my face into his chest even harder, my nose closed so I had to open my mouth to breathe. Salty sweat slid over my tongue and I reached it out for more only to find it land right on a thick nub of taut flesh inside the wealth of hair there. I instinctively began sucking, licking, and tugging on it without even considering what I was doing. I was past being able to take any more. None of what I could and couldn't take mattered any more. Nothing mattered but that massive adult cock fucking my ass into oblivion. Nothing mattered but what it felt like to have the tall handsome muscular hairy and horse-cocked man ramming into and owning my young body. Mr. Blasingame's slamming hips became a jackhammer pile-driving his massive cock in and out of me as it began swelling even thicker and stretching my powerfully used and tender hole even farther than any time before. Huge heavy hairy balls slammed into my ass six inches below my abraded hole bruise the soft cheeks there ass on every punishing thrust. Over and over he powered his much larger body into my much smaller one. Over and over the huge hard fat cock rocketing in and out of my fevered hole sent fire racing through every part of my body and mind. His hips began driving in and out from every direction possible. My brain fried inside my head as he rearranged the insides of my body with every demanding thrust from each different angle. Every slamming entry and retreat rode the skin, gristle, and bulk of his massive length and girth across and through the tight delirious opening into my body. Electric shocks sliced through me from the raw nerve endings where Mr. Blasingame's powerful body shoved its way deep into my young accepting one on every masculine thrust. Every powerful pounding possessive violation of my teen ass and body stoked the fire and sensations raging through me higher and higher. Over and over he rammed that massive adult bull meat in and out of me. Over and over he slammed into me from above. Over and over he pounded my tight young hole more and more raw. Over and over he forced cries from my throat and tears from my eyes over how powerfully he was taking and owning my ass and body. Over and over his brutal thrusts and devastating retreats left me powerless and melting into the sea of depraved assault his impossibly thick battering-ram cock inflicted on my inexperienced teenage ass. Animal grunts and growls that began rising up from his strong hairy chest quickly turned into controlled roars from above me. Crashing his overgrown beefy hard demanding adult cock through and back out of my tenderized hole, he suddenly roared up and away from me...ramming that huge fat horse-cock into the hilt so hard my teeth slammed together. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" He sucked in a rasping breath as he jerked back out of me before bulldozing back into the hilt. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" He retreated and rammed back inside. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" He retreated and rammed back inside, again. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" He retreated and rammed back inside yet again. Ten, eleven, twelve times he rammed in and bottomed out inside me...thick white-hot cum pouring out and flooding my insides with buckets of heavy searing adult cum on every slam deep into my quaking body. Over and over he slammed into me and bred my teenage ass with his thick adult seed. "Fuuuuuck..." He released his grip on my hair and ran a big hand with long strong thick fingers through his sweat-soaked hair to rake it back from his flushed forehead when the shudders of cumming finally began subsiding from his tall muscular frame. "Oh, man." His eyes fell to my chest and stomach, his deep voice quiet in the dark announcer's booth with the words coming in between exhausted panting breaths. "That's more than one load, son." I looked down myself to find my stomach a pearly frothing mess of sweat and cum that was mirrored in the thick curling hair of Mr. Blasingame's chest and stomach. "Fuck," he began the slow agonized retreat from my thoroughly and incredibly fucked hole until I winced at the flaring ridge of his broad cock-head pulling through the tender teen ass-ring there. His tall hot hairy body loomed over me with his huge thick cock still jutting rock hard out from over big hairy bull balls, the soft skin that had been gathered behind the broad cock-head when I'd first seen it now lay seductively covering half of the wide bulk, his deep blue eyes scanned my prone body from under their thick curling lashes. "Man, son, I could cum again just lookin' at'cha." His eyes continued roving over me until they fell to mine. "Yeah, I really could." "I really could..." His voice dropped to a soft reverent whisper as he shuffled over on his knees to beside my head. "Ohhhhhh, yeahhhh..." His voice dropped even quieter, thick fingers reaching down to trace the hard sixteen year old prick lying against my stomach and slide through the mess of cum and sweat pooling across my stomach and chest, his eyes following the path of his fingers on my body. Those blue eyes slid up to mine. He move the wide head of his long thick fat hard cock to my lips. "Open your mouth, son, but don't do anything else." His voice was soft and almost requesting rather than ordering. I did, and looked up in awe at him...feeling those strong wide fingers tracing over my cum and sweat drenched skin. I felt his cock twitch against the side of my open mouth. It twitched and flexed again, and then a third time. Cum drooled into my mouth as his fingers stopped moving and his head tipped backward with a deep groan rumbling up softly from his chest. More thick hot salty sweet cum spat from the broad head of his heavy cowled cock and poured into my mouth. Six more times Mr. Blasingame's magnificent cock poured thick adult cum into my mouth as I swallowed it deeply into my stomach. (To be continued.) Other stories: Bad Uncles and Dads
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