Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 23:11:12 EDT From: Buddy69r@aol.com Subject: Donut Hole ------------------------------------ A sincere thanks to all of you that have sent me feedback. It's amazing that I've gotten great comments ranging from guys in my neighborhood to men in Canada, Asia & Europe. It's great to know there are so many guys that appreciate beefy masculine MEN. As always, comments can be sent to buddy69r@aol.com ------------------------------------ God I hate mornings. I am not a morning person. I loath getting up any earlier than I have to & most of the time I'll just lay there in a daze for several minutes until that internal voice in my head says, "Alright fuck-head, time to get up & earn a living." Christ I hate that fucking voice! Being the manager of the men's department in a downtown department store meant that I had to be there bright & early for our twice annual inventory. Because of the size of the store & not wanting to inconvenience our customers, we do inventory six hours before opening so as to hopefully be complete & have the zombified staff off the salesfloor before the first paying customer walks in the front door. That meant I had to be in the department & ready to lead my team by 3:00am. I did tell you I'm not a morning person, right? Being that I had to be at work before any sane person would be, I at least didn't have to get dressed up in my normal three-piece suit & designer tie. I just threw some sweats on (didn't even bother with underwear), pulled a tee shirt over my head, slipped on a pair of sneakers & was out the door. Shit, didn' t even need to shave or trim the goatee this morning. Driving in the pre-dawn darkness, my stomach suddenly rumbled. Damn, I was hungry & if I'm a grouch getting up this early for work, I pity the poor folks that would have to work with me if I was sleepy & hungry! While my slowly awakening mind was processing all of this, I noticed a brightly lit shop with a flickering neon sign that said "Dad's Donuts" & below that "Open 24-Hours." Pulling right up to the shop, I parked & entered the store. The smell of baked goods & coffee made my stomach gurgle & I figured it was early enough that I could fill up with some empty calories before I headed off to work. No one was in the shop when I first entered but the door chimes alerted whoever was working that I had come in. A low voice rumbled out from the dark open door behind the counter, "Hold on, I'll be right out!" As I stifled a yawn & sleepily eyed the donut case, a big hulking stud came out from the back room. "Morning buddy," he smiled at me, "what can I getcha?" Suddenly I was wide awake. The stud was a little over six feet tall & a solid chunk of a man. He had dark brown hair streaked with grey & a fu manchu stach. His wide shoulders seemed to strain the tight v-neck tee shirt he was wearing--swirls of dark hair flecked with grey peeked out of the neckline & his big solid nips looked as though they'd be tearing holes in the fabric any second. He had a stained apron tied around his solid gut (the fact that the apron was white with pink stripes somehow made it endearing) & you could see smears of flour all over his front. I was suddenly mute. I just continued to gape at this hunk--he smiled even broader & I detected a mean little twinkle enter his grey eyes. "No one comes here this early except for the beat cop Rodriguez...he's off today but whenever he's on duty he always stops by here to fill up." He put both ham-like hands on the counter & leaned towards me making his huge biceps flex & strain his shirt. "So, being that Rodriguez ain't coming in today, I guess that leaves just you for me to fill up, huh buddy?" I just gulped & nodded dumbly at him. He smirked & leaned even closer towards me. "Whatever you want, bud, I can make for you. How about a nice donut hole covered in white frosting? Or a nice looong cream filled eclair?" His tongue flicked out of his mouth & I nearly lost it then. By now I was fully awake & my dick was straining the front of my sweats. I again nodded & practically croaked out, "Yeah I'm starving...whatever you think will satisfy me would be great!" His lewdly smiling face suddenly turned stern & he said, "Well buddy, how about we go back there where the fresh stuff is?" He jerked his bull-like head towards the dark doorway & disappeared without another word. I quickly made my way around the case & entered the dark back room. It was warm with the ovens going & the smell of yeast & baked products made my head spin. "Over here buddy," I turned towards the voice, "let's see what dad can feed ya to make sure you come back..." I saw that the hunk had stripped his tee shirt off but had kept his workpants & apron on as he leaned against a metal table that held a partially decorated cake. I walked up to this bull stud & ran one hand up thru the thick pelt covering his belly & chest. I looked into his eyes & said, "Daddy, you bet I'll be coming back" then leaned down & flicked the tip of my moist tongue across his thick hard nipple. A low moan rumbled out of his gut & he wrapped a huge meaty arm around me. "Yeah buddy," he whispered, "make daddy feel good..." I ran my tongue wetly across his chest to his other nub then worked my way into his sweaty damp armpit as I continued to pull at his solid nips. He sighed & clamped one of his huge hands on the back of my neck. "How about feeding daddy some of his sweet sweat," he said & stuck his tongue out at me. With a groan, I pulled my salty wet tongue out of his pit & we locked lips. He pushed his tongue & a big gob of saliva into my mouth. I swallowed & groaned again as I ran my hands all over his burly hirsute body then under his apron to grab at the massive hard lump that strained the zipper. He pulled back & smiled down at me. "You really are hungry this morning, aren 't you boy?" I simply fell to my knees & began to undo his trousers as he lost the apron. As his flour-stained pants fell to his ankles, I leaned forward & kissed the damp packed jock that was straining with meat. With my lips glued to his jock-encased dick, I raised my eyes & met his leering stare. "Go on boy," he growled softly, "get that thing nice & wet for your hot ass." I pulled the jock to one side & about eight inches of fat reddened meat plopped out. I skinned him back & lightly ran the tip of my tongue across the head of his cock. I prodded at the dick slit until several thick heavy drops of precum seeped along my lips & tongue. Pulling his wet foreskin to the base, I wetly engulfed his entire hot prick down my clutching throat. "Oh yeahhhhh," he whispered, "even Rodriguez has to mouth that fucker a couple of times before he's hungry enough to take it all in one swallow." I could only grunt as I began to bob my head back & forth on his fat sausage. My eyes began to water as he took over, again grabbing the back of my head & slamming his cock into me. He pressed his meat all along my throat & invaded my throat while I snorted the aroma of his sweaty pubic bush. He shoved himself even deeper than before & held me there for a minute until I almost blacked out. Finally he pulled back &, satisfied with the slickness of his prick, pulled me up to face him. "Dad's gonna plow your butch little twat in a second, OK boy?" he hissed at me --as though I could or would deny him anything at this point. He pulled my face towards his & again shoved his hot wet tongue into my mouth while he yanked my sweatpants down to my ankles. "Lean over the table with your ass up," he commanded. I quickly lay across the workstation with my butt raised high. My face was just inches from what he was decorating: a cake covered in pink frosting with white roses & little plastic ballerinas. "Happy 9th Birthday, Michelle!" was written across the center of the cake. "Daddy's gonna love frosting the inside of these cakes," he muttered to himself in a low voice. He suddenly slapped my hard cheeks, pried them apart & dove in tongue first. "Jeeeeezus!" was all I could moan out as he attacked my chute with his hard wet tongue. He shoved a couple of his thick fingers into my mouth then fingered me for a few minutes before returning them to my mouth for more spit. He alternated between fingering my butt & sticking his tongue in. He licked, prodded & finger fucked my hole for about 15 minutes as I lay there babbling. Finally he pulled back, hocked up a wad of saliva & spat the burning gob directly onto my twitching hole. "Here comes daddy, ready to get cream-filled boy?" he asked as his impossibly thick purple cockhead speared my assring open. I moaned in delirious pain as his hot poker wormed itself all the way into my ass. "Oh yeah!" he brayed, "what a way to start the morning, huh boy?" We fell into a hot fuck rhythm as he would pull out until the head of his cock was on the verge of falling out of my gripping ring then slowly shoved all the way back in so that each vein & hair on his shaft seemed to hit every nerve in my hole on the way back in to pound my prostate. "Ready to get that donut hole iced?" he panted. I could only grunt as he suddenly rammed all the way in & froze. I could feel that thick meaty prong begin to pulsate up my butt then the soothing warm sensation of being filled with daddy cum. We moaned in unison & stayed joined groin to rump for several minutes. He finally slowly pulled out then squatted behind me & sucked that huge daddy load out of my ass. Still on his knees, he prodded me to turn around...I looked down at his handsome butch face. He smiled up at me then opened his mouth slightly to show me the milky load he had just hoovered out of my butt. He grabbed my ready to burst cock & shoved it into his mouth while he once again shoved a thick finger into my ass. I hammered into his mouth but could only last a few seconds...I unloaded a thick salty wad into his mouth while he hummed & moaned. Standing up, he again smiled at me as a trickle of jizz ran out the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward, I opened my mouth & he fed me our combined load. Twenty minutes later, I was back on the road to work. I had three pink bakery boxes filled with four dozen donuts to share with my co-workers. I've also been invited to return to the bakery tomorrow morning to meet Officer Rodriguez. God I love mornings.