Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2018 23:15:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Darrell <lpwimsey@yahoo.com>
Subject: AFTER MR. GREEN -2: Mr. Garrett

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This story involves sex between an adult male and an underage boy. The
characters are based on real people, but the names have been changed and
the events are fictional, but founded on fact.

    I can't remember exactly when I first started idolizing Mr. Garrett,
but it must have been shortly after we moved to Shalom. I was only 5 then,
but of all the men who sat in the congregation of my father's small church,
Herbert Garrett captivated my attention the most. He was an imposing man,
over six feet tall with a barrel-like chest, a full head of hair mixed gray
and black, and most impressive of all a huge mustache on his super lip that
matched his hair in color. I had never known anyone with a mustache before,
so I'm sure that's what made him so distinctive to me. But most of all was
his deep bass voice which resonated around the sanctuary like a deep organ
when the hymns were being sung. He was a very interesting man.  I wasn't
particularly interested in him sexually until after Mr. Green had
introduced me to the pleasures of man/boy sex. And when Mr. Green had moved
away, I was yearning top find a new man to make love to me. I started
looking a Mr. Garrett through new eyes and began to wonder what he carried
between his legs and what it would be like to be kissed by a man with a
mustache. The more I looked at him the more I wanted him.

    Mr. Garrett was married to a very pretty woman, who just happened to be
the librarian at our small town library. During the summer between 4th and
5th grades I was spending a lot of time in the library reading old National
Geographic magazines, surreptitiously looking at all the photos of naked
and women from countries I had never heard of. One day I was hunkered down
leafing through a magazine when Mrs. Garrett came over to the table where I
was sitting.

    "Davy," she said. "Would you do me a big favor? Mr. Garrett needs the
keys to the car and I forgot to take them out of my purse. Would you run
them down to our house and take them to him?"

    Even if I had not been secretly overjoyed at the prospect of seeing
Mr. Garrett in his house, I would have done the favor because I was a good
boy. "Of course. I can do that."

    Mrs.Garrett handed me the keys to give to her husband. "I'll call your
parents and let them know where you are." Not that they would mind. After
all Mr. Garrett was in church every Sunday, and in our small town, somebody
always knew where you were whether you wanted them to or not.

    I was excited about seeing the Garrett house for a couple of
reasons. Mr. Garrett was the main reason, but also it was one of two
pre-Civil War houses in our town, and was rumored to be haunted or at the
least very historic. Maybe I would get a chance to ask Mr. Garrett about
that.

    It was only about three blocks to the Garrett house from the library,
so a very short walk. I was nearly breathless with anticipation by the time
I got there. I rang the door bell and stood there eagerly awaiting what I
hoped would be an adventure.

    The heavy wooden door opened, and there stood Mr. Garrett, a
magnificent view. He was wearing a short sleeve lavender shirt and white
pants with sandals. I was enchanted by his handsome good looks. I had never
seen him outside of church where he wore his usual charcoal gray suits with
a vest. I immediately noticed that there was chest hair sticking out of the
top of his shirt and his arms looked vaguely like a bear. I looked down at
his feet and there was even a little hair on the arches of his feet and a
sprinkling of hairs on each toe. No wonder he had a mustache! He was hairy
all over, at least in the areas I could see.

    "Come in, Davy," he said warmly. "Let me get you a Coke or
something. Would you like that?"

    "Yes, thank. you, Mr. Garrett." I was afraid my trembling voice would
betray my inner thoughts. He turned to go into another room I assumed was
the kitchen. As I watched him leave I could see the outline of his white
briefs through the cotton fabric of the pants he wore. I had to wonder if
his ass was hairy too.

    He came back into the room with a cold bottle of Coke. What a treat
this would be. We didn't have soft drinks at our house. It was a luxury my
father's salary would not accommodate.

    "You've never been to our house before, have you, Davy?" His bass voice
rumbled as he spoke. "Would you like me to show you some of the historical
features of the house? It's very old, you know."

    "Oh yes," I answered. I hope I didn't sound too eager. I was interested
in the house, but I was more interested in just being in the formidable
presence of Mr. Garrett. "I'd like that very much."

    The house had been built out of gray stone taken from a quarry about 15
miles away. The window sills were several inches deep, and the ceilings
were high and had an ornate crown molding. There were several fireplaces in
the house, each massive and made from the same gray stone as the outside of
the house.

    We toured the first and second floors, and I confess to being a bit
bored by the whole thing. Then Mr. Garrett said, "I've saved the best for
last. We'll go down to the basement. Do you know what the Underground
Railroad is?"

    I didn't. So I was about to get a concise lesson. "Well, this house was
a stop on the Underground Railway, which was a series of safe places where
runaway slaves could hide on their way to Canada or other places where they
would not be returned to slavery. I'll show you where there was an entrance
to a tunnel that led to an exit in the field behind the schoolhouse. It's
been sealed off now, and the tunnel has been filled in, but it was a real
thing in its day. Remember we're only an hour from Missouri which was a
slave state."

    Suddenly I was very interested. We defended a fairly steep stairway
into the basement. In addition to the sealed up entrance to a tunnel, there
was a huge model train set extending for what looked like infinity all
around the basement.

    "The model train is my hobby. I come down here to get away from things
and pretend I'm a kid again. Do you have a train set?"

    "No,' I replied. "My brothers had one but by the time I came along it
wasn't working anymore. I always kind of wanted one, but it's just been too
expensive."

    "Come over here and let me show you how it works." I went over to where
he was standing at a small table with all sorts of motors and switches on
it. "This is called a transformer, and it generates the electricity that
hits a small box under the train carriage and makes it move. Here you run
the train. I'll help you."

    As I cautiously put my hand on the lever of the transformer, I felt
Mr. Garrett behind me and then his huge, hairy hand covered mine as we set
the train into motion. I could feel the warmth from his body close to mine,
and the touch of his hand on mine was sending bolts of electricity through
me. The train wasn't the only thing getting charged.

    I couldn't help myself. I pushed back against Mr. Garrett, wanting to
be as close to him as possible. His arms, covered thickly with that dark
hair, came around me and pulled me tighter against him. "Oh, Davy," his
magnificent bass voice murmured. "You are such a beautiful boy! Let me hold
you closer."

    I was thrilled to be held this intimately by Mr. Garrett. It was a
fantasy coming true. I turned within his embrace and faced him. I knew I
wanted more, and I was pretty sure he did too. I put my hairless arms
around his neck and pulled him down to me. I needed to be kissed, and kiss
we did.  Kissing a man with a mustache was a new experience for me, and I
loved it. Feeling his bristly adornment rubbing against my smooth face was
turning me on. Our tongues dueled with each other and I wanted to have him
never stop. My boy-cock had been hard since the first touch of his hand,
and I had to see him naked. As I pressed myself ever tighter to him, I
could feel his hardness pressing into me. "Oh, yes," I thought. "He wants
more."

    "Davy, we shouldn't be doing this. What would your father say? I'm a
deacon in his church, and what if someone found out about this?"

    "Mr. Garrett, don't worry about my father. He will never know, and I
want this as much as you do. Maybe more. I've dreamed about this for a long
time. Please don't stop. May I call you 'Daddy'?"

    He pulled away from me slightly, and started to unbutton his
shirt. "Yes, Davy, my son. You can call me 'Daddy'. I will love you the way
all good daddies love their sons."

    Daddy's hair covered chest was now revealed in all of its glory. My
small hands were irresistibly drawn to his chest as I ran my fingers
through the silky hair which covered him. His nipples were brown nubs
poking through the hair, and I had to kiss them and make love to them. As I
sucked his man-tits, the hair tickled my face, again creating new
sensations running through my body.

    I put one hand down and felt his erection through his white pants. "Oh
god," I thought. "It's huge." I knew where I wanted that hard cock put. And
I wanted it badly! While I was rubbing his hardness and thinking definitely
impure thoughts, Daddy's big hands were pushing under the elastic of my
little shorts, and I felt his hands on my bare buttocks rubbing and
probing. It was heavenly. Soon the shorts and my little tighty whites were
in a puddle on the floor and with a quick upward tug, Daddy had my shirt on
the floor as well, and I was standing there naked with my boy-cock standing
straight out in front of me.

    "Daddy," I pleaded. "Please get naked too. I want to see all of you."

    Mr. Garrett undid his belt and pulled down the zipper of his summery
white pants. I was treated to the sight of his white briefs with a definite
bulge in the crotch. As he pushed his pants and briefs down, I noticed the
'Fruit of the Loom' logo. Mine were a catalog generic, so I was
impressed. But even more impressive was the intoxicating vision of his
large cock and pendulous balls. His body hair was not limited to his
chest. There was a lovely nest of hair above his not raging hard penis, and
his legs were covered with hair. I could hardly wait to be lying next to
him naked, feeling all that wonderful body hair.

    I immediately knelt in front of my hairy god0daddy, and took his
throbbing cock into my mouth and fondled his bill balls in my little
hands. Remember, this was not the first adult cock I had sucked, but I was
pretty sure it was the biggest. My new Daddy, was an inch or so longer and
a good deal thicker than my patient teacher, Mr. Green. So we would see if
I had learned my lessons well. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and
went down his shaft until his cock head hit the back of my throat. I so
wanted to love him fully. The moans rumbling from his massive chest
indicated that I must be doing OK.

    I pulled off and looked up into his deep brown eyes, and said, "Daddy,
please fuck me. I want you inside of me."

    Daddy looked at me and said, "Are you sure?"

    I nodded vigorously. "Oh, yes. Please, please give me all of your
beautiful hard cock." I think I had surprised him because his eyes widened
a bit when he heard the son of his minister begging to be fucked.

    In all of my excitement of seeing sealed underground tunnels and
electric trains, I had not noticed the day bed over in the corner of the
basement. Mr. Garrett, 'Daddy', led me over to the couch, and sat down,
puling me with him. He lay back on the couch with me on top of him. The
feeling of all that body hair rubbing my smooth, hairless nakedness was
thrilling beyond belief. He rolled me over on my hands and knees, and for
the first time in my short life, I felt the hairs of a mustache rubbing
against my ass. Daddy was licking and kissing my little pucker and it was
fantastic.

    "Are you ready for me?" he asked. "Let me know if it hurts and I'll
stop."

    "I'm ready. Please fuck me!" It had been a while since I had had a cock
inside me, and I needed to be fucked by a real man, and I was about to have
my needs fulfilled. I felt the head of his thick eight inches pressing
against my waiting hole. Daddy pressed and suddenly the head broke through
and he was inside my love chute. I sighed loudly. "Oh, Daddy! You feel so
good."

    That was all the encouragement he needed, and I felt Daddy continue to
push his big cock into my willing ass. Soon I felt the hair of pubic area
on my naked ass. He was all the way in, and I was loving it. "Oh, Davy, my
son. You are so tight. I love the feel of your ass on my cock. Where did
you learn to do this?" "Daddy, I love having you inside me. Now fuck me."
The last part of his question about "where" could wait. Daddy began to
piston up and down and my ass was loving the feeling. Without ever totally
taking his cock out of my ass, Daddy turned me over and my smooth little
legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, pulling him into me as far as
he could get with every push. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him
in so I could kiss him as he fucked me. My little boy-cock throbbed between
us, and I knew I was going to shoot my boy cum shortly. I hadn't been able
to cum very long, and it was exciting to know it would happen in this
position, with this man.

    "Daddy, I'm going to cum," I yelled. I heard his rumbling ass voice
say, "So am I. I'm going to shoot in your hot little ass." And he did. And
I did. I shot my boy-cum between us, matting the hair on his stomach, and I
could feel the sperm hit the walls of my ass. Daddy had made me his boy. Mr
Garrett rolled over on his back pulling me with him, his cock still inside
me. Slowly I could feel his cock shrinking, and when it popped out of me, I
felt like I had been deserted. I had loved being fucked by 'Daddy'.

    Mr. Garrett rolled over to the side of the daybed, and sat there.
"Davy, we need to get cleaned up before I can send you home. And I need to
be decent when my wife gets home." He took my small hand in his big hairy
hand and led me to a shower stall that he had put in not long before. The
basement was his man cave long before man-caves were popular. We washed
each other's body, and I occasionally leaned over to kiss his limp cock.

    Finally I was dressed and ready to go back out into the world.
Mr. Garrett had again put on his white pants and lavender shirt. Before I
opened the door to leave, he pulled me into his arms for a final kiss
good-bye. I wished I could have spent hours cuddling with this bear of a
man. Maybe next time.

    I didn't see Mr. Garrett again until the next Sunday in church. His
secret was safe with me, and mine with him. He smiled at me, and then
winked. I knew there would be next time. My little boy-cck got hard just
thinking about it.


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