Date: Tue, 23 Apr 91 18:29:24 -0400 (EDT) From: "David A. Gillespie" Subject: STORY: mrporter.txt MR. PORTER Mr. Porter had been my swimming instructor for my three years in high school. Each year my fascination with him increased as I slowly developed into a young man. Mr. Porter had always given me special attention and I assumed it was because I was the fastest swimmer on the team. When I reached my senior year my body had become very taut and muscular. My arms, chest and legs were exceptionally developed and a fine growth of dark brown hair grew between my pecs and trailed in a thin line down my flat stomach and into my trunks. My cock was really fat and long and I often secretly compared it to the other guys in the showers. I remember how I used to get off on the girls who eyed the bulge in my trunks at swimming meets. But that was all over now. Summer was starting and I would probably never see my old high school or Mr. Porter again, but the picture of that ruggedly handsome man seemed to be indelibly imprinted in my mind. The sight of him in his nylon swimming trunks is still vivid to me. He had the most incredible body I had ever seen. I think he was of Italian lineage. His broad shoulders and full back slimmed into a tight V-shaped waist with firm bulging buttocks just below. Rigid nipples both thick and fleshy erupted beneath a growth of dark curly hair that descended his tight rippling stomach muscles into the tenuous concealment of his confining nylon trunks. I used to watch his huge biceps flex and trigger a wave of muscle across his protruding chest as he gave the class instructions. I remember several times when he would have me come in alone on Saturday afternoons for practice. We would be alone in the entire gymnasium and I would be in the pool looking up between his squatting hairy thighs at the huge bulge of his swimming trunks and into his clear, blue eyes. He would smile when I stared too long and his thick bushy moustache would spread across his upper lip and curl into a smile. On occasion, he would get in the pool along side of me to give instructions. One day he was supporting me while showing me how to get the full benefit out of the butterfly stroke and I was just inches away from the bulk of flesh of his huge pectorals and nipples. His crotch pressed into my side and I immediately got excited. My own cock strained into an instant erection that I'm sure he couldn't help but notice. I finished that afternoon doing laps and I was grateful for the fatigue and loss of erection. Now summer was here and I was already enrolled as a freshman at the state university that was about sixty miles from my home. I had worked three consecutive summers to earn my tuition so I could enjoy one summer of leisure before starting college. No more studying or staying up late after school for wrestling matches, swimming meets or French Club meetings. I had already compiled a list of books to relax with during my brief respite from curricular activity. My only companions this summer would be Voltaire, Dostoyevsky, Kafka and Chekhov. At least I thought so, until I found myself on campus and confronted with Mr. Porter and coming to terms with my sexuality. Little did I know summer would relieve me of my unremitting virginity. It surprised me when I met Mr. Porter on the university campus that day. I had access to the voluminous stacks of the university library and was making considerable use of them when we met. I almost didn't recognize him in his tight jeans and plaid shirt. He was such a striking figure in those faded jeans with a definite bulge at the crotch. He was much friendlier than I had ever anticipated because in class he always maintained a friendly but aloof, no-nonsense attitude about him. We had coffee and I discovered he was taking a summer class at the university. It surprised me even more to be talking about music, cinema and my summer reading list with him and on an adult level. We met for coffee several times after that and each time brought us a little closer as friends. I still surveyed his body and at times he would catch me staring into the opening of his shirt at his massive chest or at the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Several times our knees would touch beneath the table in the student union and remain that way until we left. I was becoming more and more attracted to him but I didn't know how to release my feelings for him. I did feel comfortable with him and had no shame over my lustful feelings. One afternoon, we were alone in the library stacks and he invited me over to his apartment. A day or two later I found myself walking over there. It was a warm summer afternoon and I was purposely taking my time walking in and out of the pools of shade created by the huge trees that lined the sidewalk. I started constructing his image in my mind's eye. I could see his sinewy hairy thighs leading up to the beefy bulge of his nylon trunks. And those muscular arms and chest of his, covered with thick, curly hair. I quickly felt a tightening in the crotch of my jeans as I approached his apartment. It was a beautiful place situated high above a tree shaded garage. It looked more like a studio than an apartment. It was sparse in its decor, but what he had in the way of furniture was of excellent quality. He was dressed only in cut-off jeans when I arrived, exposing his massive hairy thighs and muscular chest. "Would you like a beer, Tony?" he asked, gingerly. "Huh...sure," I said, feeling the tightness in my crotch again as I watched him walk into the kitchen. He was so handsome. He returned and we sat on the huge rug that stretched to cover the shining hardwood floors. "So what's up, Tony? You going to be on campus for the weekend?" "I hadn't really thought about it. What are you doing?" I asked as I watched his fat cock slide slowly and conspicuously out of his cut-offs. He didn't seem to notice. "I thought I'd relax and get some sun out on the deck and catch up on my reading. If you're free why don't you join me?" "Thanks, maybe I'll take an early bus in tomorrow and spend the day if it's all right," I answered. I couldn't take my eyes away from his crotch and his half-exposed cock and testicles. I was sure he would notice the erection in my jeans. "Well, you're welcome to spend the weekend here if you'd like," he said in his low voice. I couldn't believe my ears. Would I! I couldn't wait to see him in his nylon trunks and be just inches away from him. We talked quite a bit and I was surprised at how loquacious I became under his gaze and all the beer we were drinking. As the afternoon progressed, I found myself becoming very relaxed. I had taken off my shoes and socks and shirt as we reclined on the floor watching an old movie on the tube. It was a warm afternoon and I was fascinated with the beads of sweat rolling down from Mr. Porter's hairy armpits and over the round massive flesh and veins of his biceps. It was that afternoon I started addressing him by his first name, Doug. I was surprised to discover he was only twenty-eight; just ten years older than me. Well, I managed to watch the film but my real interest was Doug's beautiful body. I wanted to lick the sweat from his hairy armpits and feel all the muscles stiffen in his arms beneath my touch. The more beer I drank the more involved I became in my fantasy. We both made several trips to the bathroom to relieve ourselves of all that brew. One trip to the bathroom, I was standing over the john, just pissing away, when Doug came in and stood beside me. He pulled out his huge uncut cock, and started pissing along side of me. I glanced down at the piece of flesh he was holding in his fist. It was all I could do to get my hand around my own cock, but his was even thicker and all I could was watch that steady stream of piss shoot out from the tip of his cockhead, half exposed from his fleshy foreskin. I glanced up at him and his steel blue eyes were staring at me. Embarrassed, I hurried and finished and returned to the living room. When Doug returned several seconds later, he was devoid of his cut-offs. I stared at his huge flaccid dick and heavy balls, which swung freely in their sac between his broad hairy thighs, as he approached me. He was completely at ease and in control. I was dumb struck at the beauty of his perfect body that I finally got to see totally nude. He sat down beside me cross-legged with his fat cock resti ng below a thick bush of dark pubic hair. He lit a joint and passed it to me. "Here, see if this relaxes you," he said, handing me the grass. While we smoked, I could barely divert my eyes from between his legs. I openly surveyed his body from his flashy nipples, pointing obtusely from the bulk of his protruding chest to the thin trail of hair that descended his hard stomach muscles and fanned out below his navel to become a tangled bush of pubic hair. I thought he was reading my mind when he slipped his hand down to his cock and slowly pulled his foreskin back off the broad round head of his dick. The big slit of his cockhead was wet and had a shiny film of precum juice. Looking into my eyes he said, "Tony, take off your jeans and let me have a look at that beautiful ass you've been hiding from me for three years." Obediently, I pulled my jeans off. My cock was erect and protruding stiffly over my balls. Doug reached over and pressed his muscular body into mine. He became erect instantly. He kissed me hard, shoving his tongue deep into my throat, then reached around and grabbed my ass. Bending me over the sofa while I was on my knees, he vigorously started rimming me, making soft slurping noises. It was a new experience for me and I couldn't help but moan deeply in my throat as he forced his tongue and coarse moustache up between my cheeks and into my hole. His firm hands groped at the round mass of my pecs and his fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples, sending chills of excitement throughout my body. I thought if he continued much longer I'd explode all over the sofa. Then he stop ped. I was ready and really hot from the rimming I just received when Doug turned me around and inserted his big fat cock between my lips. My jaw widened as I tried to take as much of Doug's thick prick into my mouth. Then he placed his hands on either side of my head and started sliding in and out of my mouth on strings of wet saliva. His heavy balls banged against my chin with each thrust. His coarse pubic hair rubbed into and became part of my much-thinner moustache as he pressed his crotch against my face. A sweaty, musky scent filled my nostrils as I gripped Doug's hairy thighs to steady myself. He then stopped and withdrew his uncut meat from my mouth. Neither one of us spoke. He motioned me to follow him into the bedroom while he continued stroking his cock and watched me remove the last of my clothing. Once we were by the bed, he slowly pushed me down onto it and wrapped his sinewy thighs around my head and began pumping his dick into my mouth again. One time it slipped out and I took it between my hands, barely able to believe it's beauty, and I started licking his heavy egg-shaped testicles when I felt Doug's hand slip around my own erection. He stretched and reached between my legs to my ass, massaging it gently and forcing his index finger up into the warm space. Then I turned with him and found his moist mouth enveloping my throbbing cock. Doug cupped my buttocks in his hands and guided me in and out of his mouth. I was in such ecstacy, that I shot my load almost before I knew it was happening, and writhed with pleasure while watching some of my semen trickling down Doug's chi n and into his chest hair. Then, pulling me to his lips, Doug shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, forcing the still warm cum back into the body it came from. Our muscles pressed hard into each other, and Doug grabbed my nipples between his thumb and finger and squeezed and twisted them into his own. "Now, I'll show you what I've wanted to do to you for those three years you strutted that hot ass of yours around the school gym," Doug said, huskily, deep in his throat. He turned me on my back, the shadows from the trees outside the window caressing his broad shoulders, and spit a wad of saliva into his palm and forced the warm liquid beyond my puckered hole and into my ass. I eyed the huge piece of meat protruding from between Doug's hairy thighs. Then he spit again into his palm and covered his thick cock in the sticky juice. He broke something under my nose and as I inhaled a hot metallic rush raced through my body. Doug slammed into me at that moment with one quick thrust up to the root and his pubic hair. The coarse growth tore into the soft skin between my legs. His heavy testicle sac hit me hard on the buttocks. Doug held my legs, spread-eagle, high in the air. I moaned from the pain and the intense pleasure as Doug unrelentingly pounded into me again and again, guiding his huge cock all the way out and then finding the warm moist opening of my ass and slamming into me again. Doug kept steadily pumping until the clock on the bed stand read 1:10, then 1:20, and then 1:30. I had regained an erection watching Doug's muscles tighten and relax as he pounded into me. Then when I couldn't hold it any longer I sprayed my hairy stomach and chest with another load of cum before Doug's final thrust sprayed the inside of my ass with his hot load of thick cream. Doug's body was covered with sweat but he didn't withdraw his huge cock from my hole. He lowered my legs and with one of his hands massaged the fluid of my load into my stomach and chest. He rubbed it around my hard nipples and then bent over and licked me into a frenzy, all the while keeping his still erect cock in my tight ass. I looked up a Doug's muscular, hairy body outlined in the soft afternoon shadows. I ached to suck on his nipples, fleshy and erect on his gorgeous, hairy chest. Sensing something in my eyes, he guided my hands to them and I gently pulled and squeezed them. "Harder, Tony," Doug whispered. "Harder. Make me feel it." I pulled harder at the fleshy nipples and could almost see the ripples of pleasure racing through Doug's body. Slowly and pleasurably he pressed his pubic hair into the space between my legs. He withdrew his cock, broke a popper under his nose and inhaled and then passed the vapors my way. Doug surveyed my taut body, sticky with cum and sweat, and felt his thick cock throb and twitch. He gripped the thick piece of flesh with one hand and rubbed his balls with the other. Then he rubbed his hands down my hairy thighs to my ankles and lifted them high in the air again. I noticed the beads of sweat glide down the round hard muscles of Doug's biceps to his hairy arm pits, then down his side. Doug's huge cock stood waving at attention. Then with the same force as before, Doug shoved his dick back into my already cum-filled ass. Holding tightly to my thighs, he slammed into me again with all his weight. He fucked my ass as wildly and urgently as before, shoving his rod deeper and deeper until it was almost hurting. Doug was hot from the excitement of fucking me and watching me cum all over myself. He grabbed my balls in his hand and roughly squeezed them until my own cock was stretched to its hard on again. Then he brought me to another crashing climax and watched the cum sp urt and ooze from my cockslit. Quickly he withdrew and straddled my chest and finished beating off in my face until his white hot load sprayed over my face and moustache. Then with his hand, he rubbed his white juice into my face while I tried to lick his hands. His raw throbbing cock and testicles rested on my chest. Sometime later, we showered together and I enjoyed lathering up his hairy torso. I rubbed soap around his flaccid cock and balls. Even soft, his prick felt heavy in my hand. We dried ourselves and then retired to the bedroom and relaxed on the bed. As I lay there next to him I ran my hands over his muscular chest and hard nipples. I followed the thick trail of hair down his stomach and into his crotch. I held his fleshy limp penis in my hand and he stretched and moaned as I massaged both his balls at once. I spread his thighs and went down on his flaccid dick, pulling back the skin and sucking the broad cockhead. I had had his cum up my ass, and now I wanted to taste it from the source. "What do you want, Tony?" Doug whispered. "Huh? I said after taking his cock out of my mouth. "Say it. What do you want?" he repeated. I didn't understand what he was getting at and looked at him unsure. "Tell me you want to suck my cock, man. Tell me you loved it shoved up your tight asshole. You want this thick piece of meat down your throat, Don't ya, boy?" he said, a little louder as I noticed his cock beginning to swell. I caught on to the game he was playing because his voice wasn't threatening. I told him I loved his huge uncut cock shoved up my ass. I told him I loved him pounding into me again and again. I told him he was beautiful and had the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen. "I want you to fill my mouth with your cum. I want to get down between your big hairy thighs and suck you off," I said, really getting into it now. My own cock was hot and erect. I started licking his heavy balls and sucked him until he exploded another thick load, into my mouth. "Oh suck it, Tony. Suck it," he moaned. And suck it I did for the rest of the summer, just as I continued getting his dick rammed up my hole; and I loved it.