Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2017 06:03:44 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Gary's Tale chapter five

Gary's Tale chapter five

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Gary's Tale chapter five

Standing there, looking around dad at the scene in front of me, I gasped as
the man of my fantasies, from the dining room last night was here, now, in
the flesh, and naked. Further, he was letting his little boy suck his very
large, man sized cock. What's more, he was hairy, extremely hairy. OMG! I
was speechless. Dad put his hand on my shoulder and gently pulled me
further into the room. As he did, he locked the door behind us. He patted
my back and explained that "Con" was one of his green grocer buyers at the
Vic Market. He also ran three shops around Collingwood, Fitzroy and
Carlton.

Possible explanation needed here, Jim. A green grocer is someone who sells
fruit and vegetables. They are a dying breed because one now buys produce
in the markets. But, we, and I believe in the States as well, have many
farmers markets, where you can buy fresh produce in season.

Back to my younger days......but, hang on, Jim, I seem to recall you
telling me that one of the readers had asked for a better description of
dad. I still think I adequately described, what to a ten year old was, his
most significant attribute. But, to satisfy the readers, I will try to
recall a more complete description. I think this would be an appropriate
place to do it. By comparing him to Con.  LOL Con moved his son off his
cock and I was able to have a good look at the man. Here was a man about
three inches shorter than dad's 6 feet, this would make Con 5'9". Their
bodies were completely different. Whereas dad, was fine boned but muscled
from his heavy farm work. By `muscled', think, shoulders, chest, and
arms. His legs, were a bit underdeveloped, compared to the rest of him. By
Contrast, Con was `big-boned', with a big chest and pecs, bulging neck
muscles, and a beautiful, warm grin. His thick arms were muscled, as were
his thighs and calves. I found out, some time later, he was into weight
lifting, as were his two brothers. As Con stood and approached me, I saw
his pronounced muscles moving with his stride. He had wavy black hair and a
neatly trimmed moustache, not one of those caterpillar ones. He also had
big brown, sparkling eyes and long, dark eyelashes.

Dad, sadly, was almost hairless on his body. What hair he did have, was
around his cock, balls, and butt. This hair was thick and light brown in
colour that matched the hair on his head. His legs, and his big bubbly arse
cheeks and crack were hairy, but it was his hairy crack that always drew my
attention and the fact he loved me to run my fingers over it as I teased
his cunt. He had very little hair on his chest, but did have a light band
from his belly button down to his cock. This "treasure trail" as I think
it's now called, widened out the more it went down his belly. So in effect,
he was hairy enough from belly button to balls and on down between his legs
and up his arse crack. Con was a striking contrast in hirsute male
beauty. He was hairy all over his well muscled body.

Once Con got close enough to me, he hugged me into his big body. Releasing
me, he kissed both my cheeks and hugged me into him again. I was all over
the place, as he had undone my dressing gown in the process and slid it off
my shoulders. Con stepped back and looked me over. Yes, my cock was already
stiff and throbbing. Then I was asked to turn around slowly so Con could
see my back, and I'd no doubt, his eyes would be getting into my boy pussy,
while he checked me out.

Looking at me, then at dad, Con grabbed me again and hugged me tight,
kissing both cheeks again. He told me in no uncertain terms that I was to
call him "Pappas" (Greek for daddy. So I was informed later that day).  As
I stood with Con (Pappas), I was almost seeing him eye to eye. Mum had
explained, some time before, that I took after her family; tall and a bit
gangly but with some definition. Today, it would be called a swimmers body
(which I was then). Anyway, mum stood 5ft 10" and I was as nearly as tall
as her. And yes, I did fill out and up, as I got older.

By the time Con had finished inspecting me, my heart had slowed to less
than beating at 500 MPH. My cock was still stiff and dribbly and all I
wanted to do was reach out and run my fingers through his body hair, just
like I used to do with Johnny, my older cousin. I must have made some kind
of movement towards Con, sorry, `Pappas', as he noticed and asked me if I
wanted to feel his body hair. I nodded and he stepped to me and taking my
hand in his, he ran it through his chest hair. He then slid it down his
chest and continued guiding my hand to his pubes. Then he let go of my
hand, stood still and waited to see what I would do. The only thing I
wanted to do was run my fingers through his fur again. And yes, Jim, it was
definitely fur.

I looked my Pappas in the eye, smiled and knelt before him. Raising my
hands up as far as I could, I ploughed my fingers down through his pelt
until I reached his groin. I stopped there and just looked at the thick,
black, and fucking luxurious pubes.  Picking up a few of the black curls, I
pulled them away from his body and was amazed at how long they were. I let
the pubes go and watched, fascinated, as they re-positioned themselves on
Pappas' body and fitted snugly back from where I had disturbed them. I
repeated the process at least another three times until I was satisfied. I
then looked at the big, thick cock, bouncing up and down under the back of
my hand as I had been playing with the pubes. It obviously wanted my
attention.

I knelt there, in front of my Pappas' cock and was enchanted by its length
and girth. Possibly no thicker than dad's, it was a good two inches, or
more, longer. Not only that, like me, he had cock skin that stopped just
short of his piss slit. What really made me lick my lips, were his big
hairy balls. Much bigger, and hairier than dads, by far. Having got to that
point, I wasn't about to back off, as I somehow knew I was meant to do
something to my new `daddy'. I opened my mouth wide and taking Con's cock
in one hand, I started to suck on it just as dad had taught me while
sliding his cock skin back and forth along his shaft. My free hand snaked
out and fondled his balls. The hair on them matched the hair around the
base of Con's cock -- thick, black and luxurious. I have never since, seen
such hairy balls.

I began to suck on Con hard and fast. I worked his cock skin back and forth
over his big cock head. I was moving fast, because I wanted to see what his
spunk was going to taste like. As I sucked his cock and fiddled with his
balls, my mind was working overtime. I felt around under those low hanging,
big balls and slid my fingers up between his arse cheeks. From what I could
feel, his cunt was as hairy as the rest of him. It was a given, I would be
exploring that part of my Pappas as soon as I could -- if he let me.

Con, realising I was fishing around between his legs, was gracious enough
to open them wide for me to explore further. I finally found what I had
been after. His arse hole. And fuck me! Jim, if felt really hairy. I also
knew by then that dad and Con had set this up. What for? I had no idea, but
I wasn't going to run away; I was too busy enjoying Con's massive cock and
hairy body.

As I sucked on Con, I finger fucked him from underneath. I was also
thinking of ways to get him onto a bed and really explore his hairy body,
and, well, get as close to it as I could without climbing inside him --
unless it was my cock in his hairy cunt. I was also certain I wanted him to
fuck me as often as he could, I wanted to feel that fur of his rasping and
scratching all over my boy flesh. To say I was hot and delirious with
sexual lust, would have been the understatement of the decade.

I continued to nurse on Con's big cock and was having a lot of fun while he
kept up a steady rhythm as he humped into my face. And when he pulled back,
I felt him squeeze my finger with his cunt and push himself onto my
finger. All I was doing with the finger up his cunt was looking for the
prostate like dad had taught me. I figured if I could find dads, surely I
could find my Pappas'. Guess what, I hit it and Con jumped about four feet
in the air and made a gurgling, strangled noise. I grinned widely around
his cock.

Sucking harder and finger fucking Con as I wanted, I continued to hit his
prostate about one try in three as my fingers worked hard for my
prize. Con, by then, was bucking about, yelling in Greek, and I'd no doubt,
wasn't telling me to leave it alone. So I figured he must have been his way
of telling me, and encouraging me, to go harder, faster and stronger. Well,
who was I to refuse my Pappas. After all, I wanted his spunk, even if I
drowned in it.

With a mighty scream that must have shook the whole fuckin hotel, Con
clamped down on my finger and grabbed my head. He, shouted Greek?
screeched? maybe some of his noise was ululating. He shot stream after
stream of warm, thick, spunk into my eagerly waiting mouth. I was amazed
that he continued to stand upright with nothing to hang onto but my
head. He bucked, shuddered and danced around as if unsure whether to fuck
my face or ride my finger. His orgasm raced through his body and flooded my
mouth in an explosion of thick Greek man cream - my Pappas' milk.

Once the main shots had filled my mouth, I began to slowly swallow. I kept
some of it in my mouth and swirled it around in order to appreciate the
thick, silky texture and delicious flavor as well as its unique aroma. It
was like a fine wine.

Pulling my mouth off Pappas' cock, I took it in my hand and started at the
base. I squeezed it hard and slowly with my spit and Con's spunk for lube,
drew my hand up to the cock head working out some residual man milk for me
to enjoy. Swirling the tip of my tongue around Con's big piss slit (and it
was much bigger than dad's, Jim) I scooped up the nectar of the Gods and
continued to milk Con's cock until I was satisfied he had no more to give
me. Then I felt him dragging me onto my feet and into his powerful arms.

I was happy, and from what I could gather, so was my Pappas. He lifted me
into his big hairy chest and covered my face with frantic kisses. I felt
his cock spewing more spunk onto my body. With a big sigh and a shudder,
Con thanked me for that and told me my slow up and down hand job, as I
cleaned his cock, caused him to have another orgasm. Albeit, a much smaller
one. I was sorry I missed out on eating it.



The whole experience proved too much for me. Suddenly, my cock began
spewing spunk all over Pappas's belly. He chuckled with delight, gently put
me down, dropped to his knees and sucked my cock into his throat. I stood
transfixed as he sucked on my cock. I was giddy with delight at the way
Pappas was reacting. When I had come back down from the intense waves of
orgasmic pleasure Con stood, put his arms around me and brought his mouth
to mine.

Pushing his sticky cock into my belly, Con continued to kiss my
mouth. Somehow, I twigged that he was attempting to put his tongue into my
mouth. I opened my mouth, and sure enough, my Pappas' tongue snaked inside
looking for my tongue. Oh! I was fuckin beside myself. I was so turned on,
Jim, as I had never experienced anything like this before. Con's tongue
continued to play with mine, while all the time moving his mouth over mine.

Sadly, Con's tongue was removed. Taking his arms from around me, Con put
his big hands on my cheeks and looking me in the eye, smiled. It was as if
he was devouring me with his eyes. I watched, fascinated, as he moved his
face into mine, again, and gently kissed my lips. He kept on kissing me
while humping into my very stiff cock. Yes I had stiffened again. Con
continued to kiss me but he slid one hand down between us and finding my
dripping, stiff cock pulled me off until I spunked all over his cock, belly
and balls. I was in heaven.

I had a very hairy man tongue wrestling mine for fuck knows how long. He
had put one of his hands at the back of my head for support while he
continued to kiss me, while the other hand held my still half hard cock.

He rubbed my fresh spunk all over his cock and mine. Then, finished with
that, Pappas planted his hands on my ass and humped me hard as if saying,
"Come to me Gary, I want you". He swept his fingers into my boy crack and
played with my pussy. I put my arms around Con's neck and kissed him. I
moaned with sheer pleasure as my hairy Greek Pappas teased my boy
pussy. All the time mashing his lips on mine. I was ecstatic, and he knew
it as much as I did... I was his, for as long as he wanted me.

Minutes later, the ardor faded somewhat and I looked around. I spotted dad
with the boy who had been with Con. Con explained he was "Spiros", ten
years old, and the youngest son of Stavros, Con's older brother. At the
moment he and Dad were watching us. I almost regretted having missed seeing
what they had been up to...almost. Noticing Dad's cock was only half hard,
I knew they too had enjoyed themselves.

I smiled warmly at Spiros and walked over to him and hugged him and kissed
his cheek. He smiled and said, "hello". I turned to dad, who, really, I had
forgotten all about while I was having it off with my Pappas. He simply
smiled and asked me if I thought Con would be OK for me? Giving my dad a
big hug, I told him I was not sure as I wanted to explore and play with his
horse cock and his hairy body some more. If, Con would let me.

Dad glanced behind me and grinned hugely. I found out why, when Con picked
me up and threw me over his shoulder telling me it was shower time and I
could wash his cock if I wanted, but if he got stiff again, I'd have to
suck him off. I just smiled when he stood me on my feet and hugged me into
him. I was finding out, Con was a warm and friendly bloke who always seemed
to have a happy disposition.

I did tell Con (I was never a shrinking violet so my mum had told me a few
years earlier), that I needed to be with him a lot more, and in bed as
well, before I made up my mind about him. He eyed me with a worried look. I
couldn't hold my serious face and started to chuckle at his sorrowful
expression. When he realized I was joking, he called me a "fuckin cunt" and
turned on the cold water.  And yes, Jim, I was standing directly under the
shower rose. He stood there blocking my escape and roaring with laughter,
while I was busy cursing and dancing about trying to avoid the icy cold
water.

I called Con a "fucking big shit cunt". Still laughing, my Pappas finally
adjusted the water temperature to our liking. He then grabbed the flannel
and soap (shower gel hadn't been invented yet!) and said he would wash my
back. When he began to focus solely on my ass crack, I questioned if he
could tell the difference between my back and my ass. He chuckled and
emphasized the distinction with a deeply probing, soapy finger. I approved
his action with a moan and a shudder. All too soon, with a playful smack on
my ass, I was asked to turn around. As I did so, there was an unholy racket
at the door to the bathroom.

Someone had tried to come in to shower and couldn't get in because the door
was locked. Then the door was kicked and banged and the ruckus got even
louder. Dad yelled out from his cubicle, where he'd been "washing" Spiros,
and asked me if I had accidently locked the door when I came in to get a
shower?

I loudly admitted I had, but it was accidental. Remembering, full well, it
was dad who locked it and softly told my Pappas so, with a chuckle. Dad
loudly called me a "ninny" and told me to go let them in. "Me"? I said,
"they may try to beat me up for locking the door".  Con laughed and told me
not to be a scaredy cat, he'd come with me as my minder.  Good, I had
him. I wasn't really scared, but I did think it was a bit unfair that it
was me that had to take the blame. I smiled sweetly at my Pappas and looked
down at his big cock, then at mine and asked shouldn't we be covering
up. He laughed and told me not to be ashamed, as most men would love to see
me naked. I reached out and played with his cock and yes, it
stiffened. Wrapping my hand around it, I all but dragged him to the
bathroom door. He chuckled all the way.

As Con played follow the leader with me, I worked his cock until he was
really stiff. He was till chuckling when I let go of his cock and opened
the door. The man, and I assumed, his two sons, didn't look that impressed
when I opened the door. The arsehole pushed past me rather rudely and
walked slap bang into Con and his stiff dick. I turned around and shot back
to the shower before I busted out laughing at the surprised look on the
man's face when he spotted Con's stiff cock sticking up almost saying,
"hey! Don't forget about me". I wondered what they thought, or if it even
registered that they had been greeted by two very erect penises. Jim, I'll
leave it there and continue on with my sexual adventure with my new
Pappas. I spend all day with the man and all night and he taught me a
lot. Well he had told me "Pappas" was Greek for daddy, and as I still
haven't learnt to speak it, I hope he wasn't pulling my leg.



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