Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2018 18:45:24 +0200 From: Phil Ossifer Subject: BJ for Mr. Fox - 1 Mr. Fox was our next-door neighbor. He was about 6'2, well built for a man in his mid 50s and he had a perpetual hard on for the little boys in our neighborhood. I ran around with four other boys, all 10-12 years-old. I was the youngest, Mike was the oldest and the instigator of sex play in our little group. In tree houses, barns and trusty woods, Ronnie, Andy and I took turns sucking Mike's hard pre-teen cock and letting him fuck us in the ass. He was just starting to enter puberty and was sprouting hair around his balls and under his arms. I thought he was the sexiest boy I had ever seen. Mr. Fox had lured Mike into his barn years ago, probably when he was six or seven. All Mike ever said about it was that the old man had a big, fat cock and a huge nut sack that hung down between his legs holding a pair of walnut-sized balls. He said they played a lot when the man's wife was gone for the evening and Mike's parents thought he was with one of us. "That old fucker sure can shoot a load," Mike said, jacking his nearly hairless, rock-hard 5" dick. I was mesmerized by it and couldn't wait for him to put it back in my mouth. As I sucked him, I tried to picture Mr. Fox's big dick and wondered when I would get my turn. "Just go over there when you know Mrs. Fox ain't home," Mike had told me. "He'll know you want it, I guarantee it." And that's just what I did. It took me a few days to work up my nerve, but knowing Mike wanted me to suck the same old man cock he had sucked somehow gave me courage. Mr. and Mrs. Fox lived alone. Theirs was the last place in the neighborhood before all the farms and countryside started down the blacktop road we lived on. The two story, white clapboard farm house stood back off the road, and to get to it, you had to go down a narrow lane. I road my bike down behind the house and parked it near Mr. Fox's gray pickup truck. In case Mike was wrong and the old man didn't know what I really wanted, I was planning on asking him if he needed any chores done because I wanted to earn some money to fix my trailbike. It was as good of a cover story as I could manage at 11-years-old, and I made sure to lay some groundwork with my mom and dad before heading over there. Mr. Fox opened the screen door and welcomed me in. He was wearing just a "wife beater" and some boxers. The TV blared the evening news in the background. "You're Ricky, right?" he said as he closed the large wooden door behind us. "Yeah." "Live right next door?" "Yeah." Mr. Fox switched off the TV and sat in his easy chair. He motioned for me to sit right in front of him on the matching ottoman. As he settled into the chair, he spread his legs wide. I could see his huge package bulging under the thin cotton of his boxers. My own little cock started to harden. "You're a good-looking young man," he said. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. He put his arm on my shoulder. I was wearing a tank shirt, so I felt his warm, calloused hand on my skin. It was strong, manly and made me quiver a little. "Well, uh...My friend, Mike said..." I stammered. "Oh, Mike. Yeah, he's a fine boy. He helps me out around here a lot. Well, he used to. Now that he's gotten older, I guess he's busy with other things." Mr. Fox said, laughing a little. "Fact is, I sure could use a boy like you to help me out sometimes," he added, rubbing his stiffening cock through his boxer shorts. "Mike tells me you know just what I need done around here." I nodded. I smiled, looked at his hand on his cock, then back up to his face. His steel blue eyes locked with mine. His silver hair and white goatee made his reddish complexion glow, even in the dimly lit room. We stared at each other as his cock responded to his fondling and grew harder and harder. He chuckled a little as he unbuttoned the fly and slipped it through the opening. I had never seen a grown man's dick, except in pictures and video clips. I was amazed at its size and how powerful it looked. "Don't be afraid, this is just between us. Our little secret, son." Then he pulled me off of the ottoman to the floor between his legs. My face was inches from his hard, throbbing tool. I looked up at him again. He leaned forward and kissed me, forcing his large, hard tongue past my lips into my mouth. I had never been kissed like that in my life, but it seemed right and I wanted it, so I kissed him back. "Fuck, little boy, you want Daddy, don't you?" "Yes, Sir," I managed. With that, Mr. Fox eased my head down to his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the head in. I had sucked Mike enough to know what to do, though his was not even a quarter as big as the man-sized member I was about to pleasure. I protected the big tool from my teeth with my lips. I swirled my little tongue around the bottom side of his cockhead. I opened wider and edged my face down more. Soon the tip was breaching the back of my throat, something Mike's dick had done a few times before. I wanted to please him. I felt a strange bond with him. Like he was giving me something I always knew I wanted. As I listened to him groan with pleasure and he eased back into his chair, I loved knowing that I was pleasing him like this. I bobbed my head up and down, stimulating Mr. Fox's big tool with my little mouth and tongue. I summoned all the spit I could and swirled it around the head, letting some of it ooze out of my mouth and down his shaft. I stroked him with my little hand, hearing him groan even louder. I kept it up. I had never tasted cum, but I had seen cocksuckers swallow dozens of times in porn clips. I knew cum was the essence of the man and that when he came it would prove I had served him well, and right then, that's all I wanted to do, serve the man who was using my little boy mouth. The thought that I might get a blast of creamy white cum for the first time in my life motivated me to redouble my sucking and jacking efforts. "Easy now, little boy. Slow down. Let's make this last a little. You ain't in a hurry are you?" Mr. Fox growled. I stopped, ran my tongue down his long shaft and back up again as I had seen in some cocksucking porn and looked at him. "No," I said. "I am here for you." "Fuck yeah," Mr. fox said. He stood up and pulled his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. He pulled his wife beater off, too. I stood there, kneeling before him like he was a god. And to me, he was. His hairy chest, huge erect cock and yes, those famous low hanging, enormous balls. I had never seen so much male beauty in all my life, and certainly not this close, in person. He ruffled my hair and smiled at me. "Get naked for me, son." I tore off my shorts and tank shirt. My cock was making a tent pole in my cartoon underwear. Mr. Fox smiled when he saw it, reached over and fondled my crotch as he bent over for another long, lingering wet kiss. His rough hand caressed my bare back and shoulders. Then he reached into my underpants from behind and squeezed my hairless little ass. He grabbed my briefs at the sides and whipped them down and off of me in a singular motion. My 3" little boner sprang upward toward my stomach. Mr. Fox cupped my ball sack and bent down to suck me. His huge, hot wet mouth swallowed me whole. I shuddered, and thought for a second he had made me instantly cum. That's how good it felt. As he sucked me, he wet his finger and slipped it into my little butthole. Mike had fucked me quite a bit that summer. I got to where I loved it. And Mr. Fox's middle finger was about as long as Mike's cock. I pushed my butt back toward his hand as he eased it into me. "Someone likes their hole fucked, don't they, boy?" Mr. Fox said lustfully. "Oh yes," was all I could manage. "You clean it out for Daddy?" he asked. I had taken a shower late that day and did my best to get a soapy finger or two up there, but a total cleansing like a bottom is supposed to do was still foreign to me at this age. "I...I...I tried, yes." "We'll save fucking for another time, get back on my cock," he ordered, sitting down in the chair and pulling me toward him. I was all too willing to resume servicing him with my mouth. This time as I sucked, large globs of salt-sweet pre-cum oozed out and coated my throat. Mike had talked about men making pre-cum and I had seen a couple of pictures, but that's all I knew about it. He held the back of my head down so even if I didn't like what was going on, I was forced to keep sucking. I loved the security of his hand on my head anyway, and as I pumped up and down, he found a rhythm he liked and pushed down and pulled up letting me know he was in full control, fucking my young, willing mouth and throat. I do not know why I didn't gag on that big tool. I just wanted to please him so badly that when it slipped past my mouth and into my throat I somehow was able to focus on his pleasure rather than being choked by it. His groans and moans made it easier. Soon he was lifting his ass off the chair and thrusting me from underneath. His tool stabbed my tonsils and precum started oozing out of the corners of my mouth. At times I had a hard time breathing, but that's when Mr. Fox would ease up, let me suck on the head of his meat or push me down to lick his balls while he stroked himself. It was obvious, I was not the first underage boy to give him a blowjob. He knew how to make it so I would want to do it again and again. After several cycles of throat fucking, slow head sucking, ball licking, he ordered me to just suck the head of his cock and jack him slowly. Then he held my head lick a vice, rubbed his huge balls and I felt his cockhead pulsing in my mouth. The first blast of hot, salty cum filled my mouth completely. I had no choice but to swallow it. Then came another, and another and another. I swallowed as much as I could, but it was too much and streams of white, sticky gue eased down his shaft and into his thick pubes. Mr. Fox groaned and moaned just before he started blasting my little boy mouth with cream. After that, it was like he had control over his spurts and was pissing the cum into me. I looked up at his face as I swallowed for the third or fourth time, desperately trying to keep the load from leaking out and saw him with an almost sadistic grin on his face. He knew he was filling me with cum. He knew it was going to leak out, and he was almost laughing at me trying to swallow it all. I thought he was done shooting his load into my mouth, so I tried to ease off of him, but he pushed down further. That's when he blasted two more ropes of cream right down my throat. It was searing hot, and I felt it go all the way down my throat and into my stomach. Finally he released his grip. I gulped for air. I smiled and looked up at him, knowing I had pleased him. He ordered me to clean him up. There were pools of cum in his pubic hair and leaking around his balls. My little tongue lapped up as much as I could. He used his fingers to feed more of it to me. When I thought I was done, he squeezed his cock from base to tip three more times and fed me several little pearls of his semen. I loved knowing I was getting every drop and he got off watching me lap it all up. Mr. Fox then pulled me up, so I was standing between his legs. He put his hands on my ass cheeks and sucked my hard-little dick. In about four strokes I was tensing up and about to cum. Just as the orgasm took over, I felt his fingertips in my ass crack. I threw my head back, shuddered all over and enjoyed the hardest, most intense orgasm I had ever had. Of course, I wasn't shooting cum back then, but it was still a powerful feeling. I even felt tears well up in my eyes it was that intense. Mr. Fox sensed what he had wrought in me and pulled me close. I felt his hairy chest against my skin and melted into his arms. All of this had transpired so quickly. It had been less than 20 minutes ago, I was knocking at his door, unsure what would happen next. But Mr. Fox was waiting on me. He knew what I wanted, what I needed, and he was prepared to give it to me.