Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:57:52 -0600 From: newauthor59@hotmail.com Subject: Mr. Peterson and Mr. Outstate Part # 2. Mr. Peterson and Mr. Outstate Part #2 Mr. Outstate continues By newauthor59@hotmail.com This story consists of rimming, oral and anal sex between a teenager and adult males. Steve a white slutty cum bucket friend of mine gave me the incentive to share those fantasies that are hidden deep within me. I walked home from school that day, thinking of nothing else but Mr. Outstate hot cock and sweet spunk. I was feeling awful proud of myself seducing a married teacher, one that I have wanted since I first laid eyes on him. I left him standing with a look on his face as if he was in a trance, could not believe what had happened to him. Dam it was Friday and I won't get a chance to see again until Monday, but I had enough j/o material to last me until then. When I got home my mother told me that I had two messages, one was from Mr. Outstate who said that he wanted to talk to me first thing Monday morning, to meet him in his office at 8:00 sharp. He seems awful upset dear, I hope for your sake that your father does not get called down about you not doing your work. I got nervous now, thinking why does he want to see me so early in his office, is he going to make it hard for me? What if he took me to the principle and tells him what really happen? Will I get kick out of school? Will my friends and family find out? I turn and looked at mom with my head down and told her that Mr. Outstate was a stickler for putting all of our tools away and cleaning up and I probably did not do a good job at it, he gets really mad when you don't. Mom seem to have bought that story but then said oh yea, Mr. Martinelli called and want you to call him about working for him tomorrow. Ok mom, I will call him. I met Mr. Martinelli when I was going from door to door looking for after school jobs two years ago ; he and Mrs. Martinelli took an instant like to me and hired me to do odd jobs around their home. Mrs. Martinelli was 38 years old and Mr. Martinelli was 39 years old, the couple didn't have children of their own so they kind of treated me as if I was their son, always concerned about me and I loved working for them. I called and Mr. Martinelli answered the telephone, I loved his Italian accent, they are the only Italian people in our small town. Ah, Robby he said, are you gonna come tomorrow to help me around the house? Mrs. Martinelli, she's agonna make lasagna just for you. Yes sir, what time? What about say 9 o'clock. I will see you then. I hung up the telephone and went to my room that I shared with my younger brother James; I laid on my bed thinking about what had happened today and was hard as a rock and started rubbing my cock thinking about having a hard beautiful cock in my mouth and tasting that wonderful juice that is so new to me, yet I cannot get enough of it, then I started getting worried about what was to come on Monday. My little brother came into the room and started bugging me, jumping on his bed wanting to play. Not now James, I have something on my mind, please go outside to play. No he said, this is my room too. I grabbed my jacket and my note book and left the house, walking towards the wooded area where I had a special place just to myself. A couple of miles into the woods were a two room house that an old man by the name of Mr. Mott once lived in. The house never had electricity nor did it have running water, and an outhouse for a toilet. When I was much younger, I use to earn a quarter fetching pales of water and going to the grocery store for him almost every day. He was a kind man who didn't have family of his own so I visited him often and we would talk about everything, he never married nor did he have children and was the last of his sibling, none of the neighbors visited him in fact they called him a hermit so I was the only person to have contact with him, he was my friend. When he died a will was found and he had left me his house with everything in it and the land that surrounded the house and I was surprised to find that he own most of the wooded area about two hundred acres. I remember him telling me that a rich white man wanted his property and had offered to buy it but he refused to sell, now I know why, the property was huge. My mom and dad decided that his will, will be kept a secret from the community which was a hard thing to do coming from a small town. I was left with the taste of cleaning and dumping everything in his place; it was old and smelled pretty bad. There were some pictures and personal things that he cherished that I found in his home. Underneath a loose board I found a box, in it was some savings bonds and $30,000.00 in cash. When I told my mom about it, she was thrilled and said that it will go into the bank for me so when I am older I will have money for college, she and my father gave me a stern warning never to talk about it with anyone; they said that people in our town was not be trusted with this information. The saving Bonds totaled up to $10,000.00 and had reached their maturity so those were deposited into the bank as well. My parents took me to Birmingham and we deposited the money in the only black own bank there were in the country at that time and it belonged to Mr. AG Gaston. That was a proud day for me; I was thirteen at the time and knew of no one with that kind of money. I wanted to fix up the old house but my parents said that it was not worth spending the money for it and would not allow me to take money out of the bank. So I sat out to do it without the money in the bank, that's when I started looking for part time jobs after school and on the weekends. As time went on, I would frequently visit the city dump, you can find some good stuff the; I found an old table and three chairs, an old couch that pulled out into a bed and a beautiful old solid oak door. I took wood shop so that I could learn how to mount the door and fix up the place and as you can see, I am not very good at wood shop. Anyway back to my story. I left the house after my brother began to bug me and headed towards the woods to my special place "The Club House" I unlocked the door and went inside. I lit the kerosene lantern and lay on the old couch until sleep took over. I woke up a couple hours later, the lantern had gone out and I was hungry so I decided to go home. It was very dark, I only had the stars to see by so it was a good thing I knew the trails. My parents didn't worry when they knew that I was at my special place, of course they didn't visit it because they said it gave them the creeps. That is ok because it gave me all of the privacy that I wanted. I got up early the next morning, bathed, got dressed and headed out to the Martinelli's. I arrived around 8:30, half hour earlier that expected, so I waited on the back porch for the right time before knocking on the door. There was no light on in their bedroom, but I did hear them talking, in fact I heard Mrs. Martinelli crying so I crept closer to their bedroom window and listened to their conversation. Mr. Martinelli was telling his wife that he was very lonesome because she didn't want to have sex with him. She was crying telling him that it hurts too much, and that the doctors told him about how her vagina walls were not developed to handle a man with a penis his size. But I am not so big that you cannot get use to it if you woulda just try, I am so horny I make me crazy. Mrs. Martinelli agreed to try with him, but screamed out loud when entered her and begged him to take it out. I got so horny letting my imagination run away with me wondering just how big Mr. Martinelli's cock was, then the light came on so I moved to the side of the window, the curtains were pulled just a little to the right and I could see the door to their bedroom, Mr Martinelli was standing there naked and I saw his hot cock, it was about six inches and simi hard and very thick; he was apologizing to his wife telling her that he was sorry but this was making him so crazy , please just put it in your mouth and suck it a little, it ain't agonna bite ya. That's too nasty; I ain't agonna do that she said. Mr. Martinelli looking disgusted turned and bent over to pick up his boxers, his ass was facing me, it was so hairy, you could see hair coming from the crack of his ass that was at least half inch past his hairy cheeks, I could not move, I was transfixed, the sight was so beautiful it took my breath away. I asked myself, how Mrs. Martinelli could not want to please this beautiful man. I went to the door and rang the door bell, I heard Mr. Martinelli tell his wife that he would answer to door and that it is probably Robby. He came to the door in his boxers and no shirt. Come in son, he gave me a big hug and rubbed my shoulder. Let me get a quick shower and some clothes on and we will get started, he winked at me and left the room. Mrs. Martinelli walked in with a smile on her face, have you had breakfast yet? No ma'am, I hear you made lasagna and wanted to save my appetite for the best lasagna in the world, been thinking about it all night. She winked at me, I baked it last night, do you think you can handle a little piece this morning? I looked over at her with a big smile on my face; I can handle a big piece this morning. Sit child, and let me warm it for you. I was eating when Mr. Martinelli came into the room wearing a t-ship and baggy shorts, I see you have attacked the worlds famous lasagna already huh sport rubbing my head as he squeezed my arm, she's a good, huh? I looked up at him and said she's a good, he laugh. Don't eat too much; we have lots of work to do. We are going to clean the attic today. Mrs. Martinelli fixed Mr. Martinelli so coffee and he sat next to me and sipped on it. Would ya like a small piece of pasta pie Hun? She asked speaking to Mr. Martinelli, No, just coffee for now he said. When we were finished Mr. Martinelli looked at me and asked, Ready? Yes sir? First we must go to the hardware store to get some bags and rubber gloves no telling what we'll a find. We got into his pick up truck and speed down the road heading west. Mr. Martinelli was an electrician so he had such a neat truck filled with all kind of goodies. How's school son? It's ok, but can't seem to get the hang of wood shop, whata' ya need with wood shop anyway son? I was hoping to learn how to fix things, ya know I have a club house in the woods right? Yea, how many membas do you have? Just me, member of one. He laughed and said well at least you'a have a majority vote on everything. As he was driving, I couldn't help looking down at his hairy legs and his huge bulge between his legs; his cock dressed to the left almost touching the edge of his pants legs. I quickly looked up when he turned to look at me. We picked up the bags at the hardware store and on our way back when I spotted a very nice chair that someone had sat on the curve. Nice chair I said, he slowed down and looked over his shoulders then turned to me, ya mama and papa wouldn't want that would they? No but my club house sure could use it. Tell ya what, let's get it and when we've finished I will help you get it to your club house. Gee, thanks I said. We backed up got out of the truck and picked up the chair and off we went. The day went by fast, lot's of things to get rid of in the attic, there were some old pictures and couple of coffee mugs that they were going to throw out, I asked if I could have them, sure Robby take them. When we finished, Mr. Martinelli told his wife that he was ready for that lasagna. We sat down and ate. I dropped my fork and reached down to pick it up and knocked it further under the table and as I kneeled under the table to pick it up, I got a glimpse up his pants legs and saw his uncircumcised cock up close, it was huge even soft. I quickly returned to my chair before he or Mrs. Martinelli wondered what was taking so long. When we finished eating, he looked at Mrs. Martinelli and said I'ma gonna take Robby home and help him put his goodies in his club house. She told him to take his time (probably hoping that he didn't want to come home and climb on top of her). Come on son, by the way how do ya get to this club house of yours anyhow? We took the back dirt roads and there was one big enough for a single car to go through, it really was made for a horse and buggy, but he managed with his truck. After about two miles of nothing but woods, Mr. Martinelli looked at me and said you have some privacy here son. Yes sir, I like it. We finally reached my club house, got out of the truck and headed towards it. Not to shabby he said as he walked around the house looking at it. I opened the door and we carried the stuff in and he sat down on the couch looking around surveying everything. It's is so peaceful here, you'se can here nature all around. Hey son, there is no lights. Look like somebody started to wire this joint but stopped. He grabbed one of the chairs from the table and stood on it as he looked at the overhead wiring, he was on his tip toe as he was trying to see what had been done, the chair's legs were a little uneven and wobbled a bit. Grab and hold on to me son whilst I look at this thing. I grabbed him around the waste and held on. His ass was in my face and I kind of snuggled right into it, holding on to him, he moved higher on the tip of his toes and my arms slipped a little and I could feel my elbow at his crotch. Being an electrician he was so into what he was doing that he didn't notice that I had my nose flat against his ass inhaling his male aroma. Ok son, I'm coming down, and as he stepped off the chair, my arms moved up around his upper chest, I felt his pecks through his t `shirt. Ya know if you had a hookup I could wire this for ya. I have a kerosene lamp that I use when it gets dark; yea I saw it over there. Come, sat next to me son, let me talk to you; I sat down and he patted the area right next to him so I moved over and he then put his arm around my shoulder and told me how lonely he was being in this country without relatives and friends, he started to say more but then stopped and studied my expression. He put his hand under my chin, I know that you really like me and the missus son and I see you trying to imitate things that I do and I love it when you come to work for us I enjoy your company so much, much like a younger friend and sometimes a friend have to confide in another friend, you understand son? Yes sir! Oh my God it would be so much easier if I had something to drink. Why sir? Because I need to say something and it is hard, I don't want you to disrespect me or think less of me. You can never disappoint me sir, I love you because you have treated me so good when I come to your home, but if you need something to drink then maybe this will help. I pulled a bottle of whisky from under a loose board in the corner of the room. Where did you get this? It was left here by the man who use to live here. When I was cleaning out the place I found it and put it away. I was going to give it to my dad but I know that my mom don't like for him to drink. Mr. Martinelli took the bottle, looked at me and squeezed my chin, and said "just what the doctor ordered" and then grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me on the forehead. I watched as he opened the bottle and took a swig from it, frowned, then sat back. Ahhh that's potent stuff son. You want some water sir? Nah, why spoil the taste, he took another swig and then another and then a fourth one and then looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes and said that he and his wife was having some problems in the bedroom. Very innocently I asked, what do you mean Mr. Martinelli? First you have to promise what is said in this room stays between us, is that a deal? Sure sir, you can tell me anything and it's between us men. You are a good kid Robby, and cute to and I bet you don't have problems with the girls now do you? I only have had one girlfriend sir and all we did was kiss. Well kid, not much change once you get married, that is to some of us. What do you mean sir? Take my wife for instant, she don't like sex, says that it hurts too much and her doctor said in so many words that her cunt is defective. Huh? I asked, Yea that's exactly what I asked. I told her there's nothing wrong with your mouth but she tells me that is dirty and she won't do it. Son, I don't want to go and cheat on her with another woman, this town is too small and it will get back to her. I'm sorry sir, you shouldn't have to go through this but I don't want you to see another woman either. Son, I am tired of whipping the old stick ya know what I mean? Pulling me closer to him kissing the top of my head while holding me tight. I wanted to touch him so bad but was afraid to do so, Italian men are very affectionate but that is just their nature. Sir, you know what you need? Yea some tail, haaaa! son is it getting hot in here? No sir, I believe it is the whisky. Oh well he said and took another swig, mind if I take off this shirt son? In my mind I was saying hell noooooooo I don't mind, but just said to him no sir. I watched as he pulled the t `shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, he is so fucking hairy and smelled so good. Ya know son, she tells me that I am to hairy and it bothers her for me to cuddle with her at night. Mr. Martinelli stood up, looked around and asked where is the bath room? Outside sir, so I have to go outside to take a piss? No sir, I have a bucket in the other room, you can do it there and I will take it outside later; he kind of staggered a little in the other room and I heard him pissing in the bucket, I tiptoed to the door to take a look, his back was facing me, his shorts and boxers were pulled down and I could see his hot hairy ass and boy did I get hard. His pissing slowed and I quickly moved back to the other room and sat down, he came back in took a pillow from the couch, lay on the floor and propped his head on the pillow. He looked up at me, come son lay with the old man for a while, but there is not another pillow sir; that's ok, you can use my chest for one. I didn't have to be told twice, I lay next to him and he rapped me in his arms placing my head on his chest, I was so close to his hairy nipple that I am sure he could feel my hot breath. I moved my head a little and placed my hand on his chest and he let out a slight moan and asked what was I doing? Just touching your hair, is this ok sir? Yea kid its ok. I looked down and saw his bulge getting a little bigger and I knew that if I do this just right I might get what I wanted. Son, it feels so good to be here in the quiet of these woods, so peaceful. I began to rub his chest up and down, running the palm of my hand very lightly over his nipples, they were getting hard but he said nothing. I looked at his crotch, his cock was hard and pointing downwards almost escaping his shorts, I would guess that he is about 8 1/2" long and very thick. Sir, are all the men in your family hairy? Yea, it runs in the family. You should see my father, when I was a young boy I use to lay with my father and he would let me run my fingers through his chest hair like you are doing now. Was his legs as hairy as yours sir? Much more hairier and he had hair on is back too. But you don't have hair on your back sir, no I don't kid, but I have it everywhere else including my ass. The wife hates it all. I reached down and felt the hair on his legs, he just smiled. I got up on my knees facing him, and I felt his legs from his foot up to his thighs, he spread his legs and I played with the hair on the inside. Does it lay down when it gets wet like the hair on your head sir? Yes it does son. I leaned forward and licked the hair on his left leg and as I stared upwards I saw his beautiful cock, the head was peaking out of the foreskin and was nice and pink. He looked down at me and asked what was I doing? I want to see your hair lay down sir. He smiled and lay back down on the pillow and closed his eyes, I licked his leg again and moved up higher and higher, as I got closer to his cock his manly smell was so intoxicating I decided to go for the gold. I licked the exposed head, what are you doing son? I didn't answer, I just wrapped my lips around his cock and took as much as I could down my throat, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk son, what whattttt are you doing to me, stop, this is not right, I can't let this happen. Instead of pushing me away, he spread his legs wider now exposing his huge hairy balls, I took them into my right hand and continue to swallow his huge cock, he was moaning so loud now, begging me one second to stop and in another he was raising off the carpet trying to shove his cock down my throat, I knew that he could blow any minute and I didn't want it to end to quickly so I removed his cock from my throat, pull his foreskin completely back and licked his beautiful wet head. Please son, bring me off I need it so bad; not yet sir, I want more of this hot body of yours. I put one of his huge hairy balls in my mouth and gently rolled my tongue around it and then I let it go and took the other one in ,my mouth and did the same as I was unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them down and off his feet and then remove his socks leaving him totally naked. I pushed his legs up to his chest exposing his fucking hairy ass man it was so fucking beautiful I thought I was going to loose it, I looked up and he still had his eyes closed so I started kissing his hairy ass cheeks and licking them. I stared at that hot ass crack, so much hair protruding out of it; I move in and buried my face in his crack and started to lick his hot rosebud. Robbbbbbbbbbbby oh Robbbbbbbbbbbbbbby no, no, no. Please son oh my god please. The more he begged no, the more I sucked on his hole, it opened up and my tongue went inside licking his inner walls and that's when I heard him sobbing. I looked up and he had pre-cum dripping onto his stomach and I knew then that those sobs were of joy. Reluctantly, I released his legs and moved up to where the pre-cum had spilled and began to lick it from his hairy stomach. I moved up farther and took one of his hard hairy nipples into my mouth and sucked on it like a baby sucked a mothers nipple; he grabbed my head and began to kiss my forehead and then pulled me next to him and bit my ear and then licked the insides of them. Robby, what we are doing is wrong. No it is not; I love you Mr. Martinelli, I am giving you what you need and I both need. His big beautiful brown eyes met mine, he grabbed the back of my head an pulled me towards him, our lips met, and he kissed me with such passion I wanted it to last forever; I was in heaven, I reached for his cock, he had spilled another puddle of his sweet juice on his stomach, I scooped it up and put it at the entrance of my hole and pressed my finger inside my boy pussy lubing if to receive his large hot cock. I was still a little sore from the fucking that Mr. Peterson had given me a week ago, but I didn't care how much pain his cock would cause, I wanted this man more than anything else at this moment. We were still locked a passionate kiss when I grabbed his cock, pointed it at my hole and move back and his huge head popped into my tight ass stretching me wider than Mr. Peterson cock had. Mr. Martinelli eyes got big; he started to set up pushing his cock deeper into my stretched hole. No Robby I don't want to hurt you. I pushed him back down and I sat up straight and with a lot of pain lowered myself slowly on this wonderful Italian cock until I felt his hairy pubes brushed my balls. You are so tight Robby, you alright son? Trying not to frown; yes sir! You feel like velvet on my cock Robby. I began to ride that monster and it began to hit the right spot inside my hole, that love knot, he started pushing upward as I was sliding down giving my prostate one hell of a ride, I began to see stars, fuck me Mr. Martinelli, fuck me hard sir I screamed. He grabbed my head and pulled me forward and pressed his lips to mine and slid his tongue into my mouth, then rolled me over onto my back keeping his cock buried deep inside me and began to fuck me so hard and so fast, sticking his tongue in my ear licking and biting my ear lobe, his hairy chest was massaging my smooth chest. I screamed out of pain and passion, my cock was rock hard, I shot my load all over my stomach. I could still feel his hard cock deep inside me, he was still fucking me hard, his sweat falling down his face, his chest now wet, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his ass, holding onto him, never wanting to let go, I'm a cumming, Robbie ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mr. Martinelli came and came and came, he had such a powerful orgasm that he shook all over and then laid on top of me with is cock still deep inside me. He laid on me a little longer and then rolled over to his side exhausted, his eyes were closed and he lay quiet. Mr. Martinelli finally spoke; Robby, you know what we did was wrong I'm a old enough to be your fatha. Did you like it sir? That's not the point son, we shouldn't done it. Sir, I came to your home early this morning and I heard you and Mrs. Martinelli fighting about the sex, I hurt for you so much that I couldn't stand it. I love you and Mrs. Martinelli and I don't want you to leave her for another woman; please sir let me make you feel good when you need it. This wasn't your first time with a guy was it Robby? No sir; how many times have you done this before Robby? A couple sir? Who with son? I promised that I wouldn't tell sir. Did you like it with the other guy? Not as much as I did with you sir. He pulled me to him and kissed me on the head. You really like what I did to ya son? Yes sir. But ah ... but what son? Nothing sir? Come on son, there is nothing that you can't tell me, now spill it. I wanted to eat your ass some more sir? That felt great Robby, you really like that? Yes sir, you taste so good, can I lick it some more before you leave sir? He looked at me for a minute and then said sure son, if it makes you happy. I asked him to turn over onto his stomach and he did, I took the pillow and put it under his waist so that his ass was in the air, I pushed his legs apart so that I could lay in between them and started kissing his hairy ass, I love the feel of his hair on my face, then I opened his cheeks and was staring at his hairy crack and dove in licking it, biting and chewing on as much as I could, he started moaning real loud, I reached under him and pulled his cock between his legs and started to stroke him as I continue to eat that hot sweaty ass hole. Ohhhhhhh fuck Robby that feels good son, EAT MY ASSSSSSSSS, yea, get that tongue it there you little cocksucker. Eatttttttttt me; he hole relaxed and opened up like a rose bud and I rammed my tongue as far up his hole as it would go. FUCK ROBBYYYYYYYYY, YOU COCKSUCKING LITTLE BITCH, EAT MY FUCKING SHIT HOLE! AWKKK! His cock started getting hard again, I started stroking his cock, still tongue fucking his hairy hole, and he began moaning louder and louder. I released his cock and asked him to get on his hands and knees, he did and I laid my head on the pillow under him and pulled him towards me, his cock just out of reach. Fuck my mouth, fuck it hard and talk dirty to me sir. With that he lowered his cock to my lips; I opened my mouth and his fat uncut cock slid down my throat, he began trusting faster and faster; TAKE MY COCK, YOU FUCKING LITTLE COCKSUCKER, TAKE IT DAM YOU; I grabbed his hairy ass pulling him deep into my mouth and throat almost gagging. I pulled his cheeks apart and began to finger his hot hole; soon my middle finger had penetrated his tight hole, sliding it past the knuckle attacking his prostate. DAM SON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA TOUCHING? AWW, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD, YA LITTLE CUM BUCKET. I was getting so hot from his hard pounding and dirty talk that I shot my load without touching myself; he was pounding is cock so hard now that I had a hard time breathing, just as I thought I was going to pass out, he shouted; I'M A CUMMING !!! and shot another hot load and I swallowed it all. Mr. Martinelli fell to his side exhausted, I looked at him; he was so handsome and had this happy and content expression on his face. We laid there in silence for a few minutes and then we both got dressed. Robbie? Yes sir! I may have some more things in the garage that I can give ya for you club house if you want `em, we can check it out tomorrow if ya like? I will be over after church sir. Thank you son for giving me what I need most. With that, Mr. Martinelli grabbed me and kissed me hard tasting himself as he rolled my ass cheeks in his big powerful hands. Come on son, let's go, I'll drop you off at home. I hoped you enjoyed part two. Part three will be coming soon. I would love to hear your thoughts. Newauthor59@hotmail.com