WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between adult males and minor boys. Please do not continue reading if you find this offensive, if you are underage or if this type of story is illegal where you live.
(M/M con, oral, bi, bear)

  Country Ways
Chapter 9
Being Bull - (Part 3)

About midway between the time I got my first piece of ass and the time I got a divorce, I had an epiphany.

I was never able to undo the trauma my son personally went through as a result of what my wife had done to him right after he grabbed my penis. He shied away from me from that night on, and every time I tried to pick him up or embrace him, he would look me in the eyes as if he knew some horrible secret he was afraid to tell then raise his little fists and cover his eyes and start bawling. This went on for weeks, and invariably, his mother would come running into the room and demand to know what it was ‘I had done to him’.

I was beside myself, and I tried everything I knew to break through his fear, but nothing I did seemed to help, and to make things worse, I noticed as the weeks passed, he began clinging closer and closer to her. It was as though he had made up his mind that for him to survive in our house, he would have to make some kind of an alliance with his abuser and leave me the hell alone.

It got mighty ugly in that house during the weeks that followed and it culminated to a point to where I demanded that we all sit down and she explain to him that it was OK for him to touch me and hug me and that mommy wouldn’t hurt him if he did.

She didn’t like that idea at all and flat refused to participate. She said I was over reacting and that he was fine, but I knew better. I saw the fear in his eyes every evening I came home, and it tore me up. I should have flown the coop back then, but like an idiot, I stuck it out for nine more years and by then, I was pretty much the living dead.

The Sunday afternoon I returned to my parent’s house while I carried out the divorce was the lowest moment in my life. A lot had happened the past fourteen years since I had moved away and as fate would have it, it all goes back to the night I lost my virginity. Dad did take mom to the doctor that next morning and that marked the beginning step in the long, grueling processes a family suffers when a key member is stricken by cancer. They didn’t find out the definitive cause of her increasing fatigue until about a year or so later and they hid it from me for a long time after, but eight years and ninety-nine days after my son was born, my mother passed away.

About a year before her death, it was finally revealed to me whom it was my dad was referring the day he sat me down to teach me about condoms. I would be lying if I said I didn’t often think about that day. I always wondered what sort of man could bring out such feelings in my dad, but one day when I dropped by unannounced after work to check up on mom, that man was standing right beside him at my mother’s bedside helping him to get her comfortable so she could eat.

His presence was so unexpected, I though mom had passed away, but when I saw that she was alive, I knew instantly what place he had in my dad’s life. After they got mom properly situated and I said my hellos, he walked around the bed to me and suggested that I go with him to pick up some things she needed.

I just nodded dumbly, and as I followed him out of the house, it occurred to me I had never once in my life not done what this man told me to do. We walked together down the sidewalk for a block or so without speaking then he suddenly stopped and put his arm around my shoulder.

“Dan I’ve known you ever since you were old enough to walk and I want you to know despite the circumstances surrounding us meeting in this way, I am glad it is finally done. I know your father must be nervous as hell wondering what is going to come out of this little walk we are having, so I want to spell everything out to you very clearly. Feel free to ask any question you want. Nothing is off limits. I just hope that even if you find it hard or impossible hard to accept, you’ll trust that am speaking from my heart and not being deceitful to you in any way.”

As he spoke, the congested urban street where I was born seemed suddenly distant and unreal to me. My head was spinning, and I felt as if I was standing in the middle of a Kinetoscope. I was vaguely aware of the passing glances we were getting from the passersby in the neighborhood, and as everything whirled around me and I fought to keep my focus on him, I suddenly remembered the night dad called me and told me Liam’s wife had been killed in a traffic accident.

“Dad called me the night your wife died Liam, he was extremely upset. So much so, I guess I should have been able to put two and two together back then, but to be honest; you are the last person I would have ever thought could be capable of getting involved with him in such a way. I must admit that ever since the day he told me about it and what it meant to him, I’ve often wondered who you might be, but I didn’t want to pry. He has been so generous of himself to mom and me, and I always thought he deserved to have something in his life that he didn’t have to share with the two of us even if it meant we weren’t the entire focus of his love. I love him that much Liam.”

“I pushed your dad out of my life for almost a year after that, Dan. I had all kinds of feelings of guilt about our relationship I didn’t think I would ever overcome, but your dad was so supportive and unselfish in his love, I was finally able to come out of it. I wouldn’t have made it without him Dan. I’m afraid he may react the same way once this is all over, and I just hope I’ll be able to handle it as gracefully as he did should that happen.

He’s a good man Dan. He means everything to me. He’s done more for me than I could ever explain to anyone. If it hadn’t been for him, I probably would have killed myself years ago. I feel like I owe my life to him. I hate seeing him go through all this. You have no idea how painful this is for me. I know a little of what he is going through, but my wife’s death was sudden. I didn’t have to suffer the agony he’s had to endure all these years.”

Liam moved in with dad a few months after mom’s funeral and since that time, they had made a quiet, discreet life together. People in the neighborhood were now used to seeing Liam out of uniform and they had both had more than their fair share of lady suitors through the years, but I knew in my heart that nothing on earth would ever break these two men apart. There was a spiritual bond between them that transcended all else. In fact, in a lot of ways, they were practically the same person, and despite their reputation for being the big, tough guys in the neighborhood, I eventually allowed myself to witness the perfect beauty of their shared existence, but getting to that point turned out to be a difficult process for me.

Like almost everything else in my life, I had avoided coming to grips with what their relationship actually meant to me. I kept in touch with my dad by phone, but I had only been back to the house a few times to visit ever since Liam moved in. It is hard to explain what it feels like once you realize that your mom is gone and your dad is now living with another man. In a way, I felt as though all remnants of my childhood had been erased and even though dad and Liam did everything under their power to make me feel at home the few time I had come to visit, I was unable to fully accept these changes in my life.

When I first moved in with them, I was too emotionally spent and confused to respond in any sort of civil manner to their concerns about me. I took to hiding in my bedroom after I returned from work and would often fall to sleep without having any dinner. They tried to force me out of my shell at first, but after a week or two, they just left me alone to sort things out on my own.

My wife threw a fit when she got the news I had filed for divorce and threatened to ruin me until my attorney produced photographic evidence of all her extramarital affairs over the last seven years. I was damn close to ripping his head off the day he first revealed to me he had pictures of her escapades until I let it sink through my thick skull just how much of a friend he actually was.

I had met him in a bar - the place where I had my epiphany.

Not long after my son turned six, I began to suspect that my wife was having an affair while I was at work and he was in school. That marked the second time I should have gotten out of the marriage, but I had no actual proof and thought perhaps she was just going through a phase and eventually, things would work themselves out. I wanted so badly to keep us together for the sake of the boy I tried several times to sit down with her to discuss our relationship, but each time I tried, she would get all defensive and accuse me of just being insecure.

For several months, I took to hanging out at a neighborhood bar after work just to avoid my own home. It was there that I made the acquaintance of an attorney. He and I had hit it off pretty well, so one night I brought up the subject of divorce. After filling me in on all of the state laws, he asked me why I had asked, and I told him it was only a gut feeling, but I suspected that my wife was having an affair. I tried to made light of it by saying she wasn’t putting out as much as I would have liked, but the truth was that by then, I really didn’t give a damn one way or another.

I discovered there were a lot of men my age that were going through a lot of the same things as I, and one of the things that struck me the most after hanging out in that bar for several months, was that dad had been right all along the day he told me men had a need to express themselves sexually in ways a woman would never understand.

I thought he was wrong about that after the first time I had sex with Nancy at the drive-in. The way her eyes lit up when I swelled my body up in front of her and slapped her dripping-wet pussy with my stiff dick made me feel positive that he was wrong, but after I blew my load all over her, that look of hysterical terror in her eyes was real as real could be, and I was too inexperienced to realize how real it actually was.

She cut off all that type of behavior from me from that night on, and she did it in such a skillful and subtle way, I wasn’t consciously aware of it until years later and what I realized from hearing other guys at the bar talk about their marriages and wives, I wasn’t alone in that experience.

A few drinks and the company of strangers allowed me to hear stories and confessions that fellows might never share otherwise, and even though these stories were often told as a joke, the sly grins and sympathetic nods one would see from the other men after it was told, spoke volumes about the underlying truth in what was being said.

I frequented that bar after work for about six months until I was offered a position manning a service truck in the evenings and during that time, I began to understand a lot of things my father had tried to explain to me about being a man that I had tried to avoid within my own self. More than once I noticed the physical attraction that certain men seemed to have toward one another and how as the night drew on they would become more physical with one another as they talked. Pats on the back and arms around the shoulders were often just the beginning of far more intimate gestures and I couldn’t help but thinking about what my dad had said about himself and Liam and how difficult it had been for them to break through the social barriers that restrained them from what they really wanted from one another.

I saw this very need acted out in all kinds of ways in that bar and by the time I took the job operating the service truck, I sure as hell knew that need had been building up within myself for a number of years. I’d never had any close friends outside of my father, but ever since the day I went down on his dick like it was all there was in life, I knew how strong that need could be. I had not been able to deal with all of the subsequent feelings I had about that day like I should have, but once I began to witness the interactions of other men once their inhibitions were lowered by alcohol, I began to accept a lot more about my own closely guarded feelings.

After I started working the night shifts, I rarely ever went back to that bar, but the few times I did, if that attorney was there, he would make a point of seeking me out for conversation. He was a bit of a car buff and I always just assumed he liked hearing my take on certain makes and models, but once I contacted him to see if he would handle my divorce, that was when I began to realize he cared for me in a way I didn’t ever suspect. He said he did it at first in hopes of proving to me I was wrong, but when he found out the truth, he’d been secretly compiling a dossier he knew would be helpful to me the day I decided I’d had enough.

Once my wife realized what I had on her, sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth. She begged me to come back to her, and at one point, I was ready to give in. When I made overtures to my dad about going back to her, he got so mad I thought he was going to kill me on the spot. If Liam hadn’t been there to settle us both down, there was little doubt that we would have come to blows.

This came down about a month after I moved in with them and once Liam got my dad settled down, he forcefully ushered me out the front door and told him we would return a bit later. He escorted me out of the neighborhood to an old, empty bar and sat me in a far corner where we could be alone. He ordered me a drink and said nothing until it was served, but after the bartender left, he wasn’t much more restrained than my dad had been and didn’t waste any time getting right to the point.

“You are so damn close to making the biggest mistake of your life Dan that I don’t know what to do. What the hell is wrong with you? I know you’ve been beaten down by all of the crap you’ve had to go through with her for all these years, but I always thought you had more self-respect than this, son.”

I wasn’t prepared to hear Liam refer to me as ‘son’. My anger got the best of me and I lashed out at him like a spoiled child.

“You are not my mother you fucking faggot so don’t call me son!!”

He jumped out of his seat and had me pinned up against the wall so fast that even though I was pissed as hell, I couldn’t help but be impressed by his prowess. We struggled briefly before the bartender shouted that he was calling the cops if we didn’t leave immediately.

We both exchanged glances. I knew Liam had brought me to this place because it wasn’t anywhere near his beat, but the humor was lost on him. He threw me back in the chair and turned to the bartender and shouted, “We’re just having a little demonstration is all. He’ll be fine.” and to my surprise, the bartender put down the phone and walked right out the front door.

I was in shock, and for the first time in my life, I feared for it. Liam’s voice had not only sounded like he was thug, he was behaving like one. I suddenly realized how little I actually knew about him, but before I could fully appreciate what was going on, he grabbed me by the collar and as soon as the bartender was out the door, he was right up in my face.

“Call me anything you want you little prick, but if you ever say those words to your dad, you’ll be pushin’ daisies out of the ground! You want a piece of me? Have at it! But there ain’t no way you’re gonna pull this shit on your dad, buster. Now you’d better straighten out all these stupid, fucked-up notions you’re harboring or I’ll see to it that you never get a chance to say to him what you just said to me. You got it!!?”

He was ready to fight to the death, and I was so frightened and embarrassed, I just sat there frozen in my seat. He paced all around me for a full minute as if he didn’t know what to do with me before he finally spoke.

“Now get up and pull yourself together.”

He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his billfold and threw fifty bucks on the bar then put his arm around my shoulder and led me out the door. The bartender smirked and nodded to us as we exited as if he had been standing guard there all along, and as we made our way down the street, Liam’s firm grip on my shoulder made me feel as though I was being abducted in broad daylight.

My mind was racing. After what I had just experienced, I felt as though I barely knew this man and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know him. I felt certain I had just witnessed a side of him that not even my dad was aware of and I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure I would ever live long enough to tell him about it.

We walked together in silence until we came upon a small, quiet park. Liam guided me over to a bench and had me sit down beside him. When I finally got the courage to look him in the eye, all the anger was gone in him and all I saw was the familiar kindness and understanding I’d ever seen in his eyes throughout my life.

“I’m sorry for what happened back there Dan. It was a huge mistake on my part to start off like that, but I guess I needed that to force me to think through what is really going on here.”

“What is going on here Liam?”

“What’s going on here Dan is there is a son who needs to spend more time alone with his father and I am in the way of that. I’ve made the stupid mistake of assuming you feel towards me the way I have felt towards you for as long as I can remember. I didn’t call you ‘son’ back there to demean you Dan, I said it because that’s how I feel and think of you in my heart, but my feelings don’t’ matter right now, yours do.

You can’t go back to her Dan. It will be the death of you and you know it. There is nothing there for you. There never has been. You have got to stop running from yourself and face your life like a man.”

The fiercest blow from his massive fist could not have struck me any harder. I had always wondered if dad had told him what had happened between us leading up to the day Liam caught me being truant from school and now after hearing that, I was almost certain he had. As I recoiled from the blow, he reached out and held me in his embrace, and we both began to sob.

“Every day I put on a uniform to uphold the laws of this state - the same laws that dictate that I am as much a criminal as those I help to put away, but if that uniform ever showed up at your father’s doorstep to enforce those laws, I wouldn’t hesitate to blow a hole right through it. I live with that everyday Dan, and I have no problem with it, but still, it makes me want to cry whenever I think about it.

I know that it may be difficult, perhaps even impossible, for you to accept your dad’s and my relationship Dan, but that is how much I love him and I feel the same about you. I used to keep a weary eye on you when you were a toddler and your dad would allow you to run around in the shop while he was working. I believe I told you that once before if I remember correctly.

What I didn’t tell you was that during that time, I came to feel as though you were my own and any chance I had, I watched over you to make sure you didn’t get hurt. It almost killed me the day I saw that he was planning to leave the neighborhood. I guess I knew then, even though I wasn’t willing to admit it to myself, that I was drawn to him in a special way.”

He turned away to wipe away a tear, then continued.

“I guess what I am trying to say is that I consider us as family, Dan. You may not feel it the way your dad or I would like for you to, but the fact is that’s what’s going on with us. He loves you more than life itself Dan, and if you ever said to him what you said to me back there, it would kill him.

Our relationship is based on a whole lot more than sex Dan. In fact, it is a very small part of what we share. I just hope that one day you can allow yourself to see that. I know how difficult it must be for you to be in that house and not have your mother there, but all I ask is that you try and see what you do have and not dwell on what you don’t.”

“I’ve always wondered if you knew what had happened between dad and I the day you caught me truant from school. I guess he told you after all.”

He froze for an instant as though he wasn’t sure what to say, then he looked me right in the eye and said, “No. I didn’t know anything, but I remember that when I saw him a few days after you and I had our little talk, he seemed equally as upset as you did. He’s never told me anything about that.”

I wanted to tell him, but I didn’t know how. Because of what dad had said to me when I first reach out to touch his cock, I felt as though Liam was indirectly responsible for what all went on between us that day.

He saw it in my eyes, the torment, the fear, the need to get it off my chest, and he groaned, “Oh no. . . .”

It took a while for him to get the details out of me, but when I finally came clean and began recounting the particulars of what had happened and what led up to me ever doing what I did, Liam folded his hands in his lap and looked down at the ground as he listened.

When I finished telling my story, he turned his head toward me and caught my eyes and said, “So how do you feel about all of that now, Dan? That’s what’s important, what you haven’t said.”

“I don’t know Liam, I wish I knew. I feel so many different things, I’m not sure how I feel.”

“He’s an animal, your dad. Just to let you know, and not that this will help, but he and I were in the throes of some of the most passionate, uncontrollable sexual encounters you could ever imagine at that time. The first time I met him all I could remember thinking was how full of life he was, and after we got involved, I found out first hand just how true that really was.

I’m not going to try to defend him Dan, but let me tell you something - something I’ve never told anyone, including your dad. When I was young, I got fixated on my dad’s cock. It was all I could think about. But I was too afraid to ever do anything about it. And let me tell you something. . . I still think about it to this day Dan, and believe me, if I ever felt there was even a remote possibility that I could get my hands on it, I be down on it so fast it would make your head swim. I’d make that motherfucker beg me to stop sucking his dick before it was all said and done. So don’t feel like you’re all alone buddy, cause you’re not.”

He offered up a wry smile which told me he wasn’t just making it up. I was stunned and didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t give me time to speak.

“So you tell me Dan. Whose shoes would you rather be in? Yours or mine? I’d much rather be in yours. At least you got what you wanted or at least what you thought you wanted - and if you ask me, you still aren’t sure about what it is you want. Ever since you moved in with us, I’ve sensed there was some sort of unfinished business between you two and now I know damn well there is. But me? Well I’ll probably be wondering and fanaticizing about it until the day I die.”

“Have you ever thought about telling your dad how you feel towards him Liam?”

“I think he’s known all along Dan. Now that mom is gone, he’s been behaving differently towards me. The last time I visited him, he asked me why I am still living with your dad after all these years and haven’t remarried. I just made excuses to him - saying I’m not ready to get married again, but I guess time is running out on that story. It is strange though, recently, when we talk on the phone, he’s been saying things that hints to the fact he knows what is going on with me and he can accept it.”

“Like what?”

“It’s subtle stuff - things that only I would ever pick up on. He’s always asked about your dad and how he’s doing, but now, there’s a different tone in his voice when he does - I think he knows how much your dad means to me.

He senses there is unfinished business between us as well Dan, and the older he gets, I believe he wants all of that resolved. I plan to go visit him in a few months. I know he will bring it up again, and I’m debating whether or not to tell him the truth. I know if I do, I’ll have to tell him everything and that worries me some. There’s no telling how he would react if I ever told him I’ve wanted to suck his cock ever since I was a little boy. He’s a gruff son of a gun - just like your father. It’s quite possible he would haul off and waylay me.”

I laughed. “And what the hell are you Liam? You sure as hell ain’t no pussy cat. I thought you were gonna kill me back at that bar.”

He looked at me and smiled a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You’re no pussy cat either - at least you weren’t before you ever got married to that woman. I’m only gonna say this one last time. If you go back to her, you’ll be making the biggest mistake of your life. Fuck her Dan. Move on. There’s plenty of other fish to fry.”

“If I remember correctly, you said the same thing to me the day you caught me being truant from school.”

“I remember that come to think of it. I was certain you was having girl problems and I hated seeing you depressed like you were. I swear, I had no idea what it was about Dan, but I knew something was bothering you on an emotional level and I was pretty damn sure it was sexual in nature. You don’t survive all these years doing what I do without being able to put a quick read on people.

All I can say is Dan, only you know what it is you want and need in your life, but going back into that situation has no future. Find you someone that loves you for who you are. You deserve it.”

The next day I thought long and hard about everything Liam and I had said to one another. He was far more introspective than my dad was. He had seen a lot of things in his life that fortunately, most people never have to deal with. I had a new-found respect for the man once I understood those experiences hadn’t gone by without affecting him on a personal level, but the main thing I learned after hearing everything he had to say, was how lonely it was for him living inside that uniform. I now realized that my dad was the only close friend he’d ever had, and I think that contributed a lot to how things turned out between them.

He had been right about me as well. I did have a lot of unfinished business with my dad I needed to attend to. The shell I had hidden myself under was covering up a lot of things I was having a hard time facing about myself, and my relationship with my dad was only a part of it.

While I sat at a truck stop that morning and sipped on a cup of coffee waiting for a call on the radio, I thought about my little secret I had hidden underneath the seat of my truck. Actually, by then, it wasn’t so little, but it wasn’t the size of it that mattered, it was the fact that I even possessed one that I had avoided directly dealing with for all these years.

Not long after I got married and all the newness wore off, my need to have ample anal stimulation to get fully hard came back to the forefront. At first I tried to hide if from my wife, but she eventually caught on. We discussed it and I tried to explain to her that I was plumbed a little different than most men. She seemed fine with that explanation at first and she let on like it didn’t matter much to her, but I always felt she thought from that point on, I was somehow flawed.

When I first suspected she was having an affair and began working night shifts just to get away from the house, I started masturbating again. The nights I wasn’t busy, I’d park at a quiet rest stop and try to catch some sleep - but many of those nights I’d spend jerking off, and inevitably, I’d end up with my finger up my ass before I could get fully hard. As the years went by, it took me longer and longer to get myself off, and one day, I finally broke down and bought my first dildo.

At first, I bought the ones that didn’t have any resemblance to a penis, but the one I now had tucked away inside my truck was fourteen inches of the meanest looking dick you could possibly imagine. It helped me to get a good load off, but the downside was that it was a pain in the ass to manipulate. It was just too damned big and as they say, in the long run, it’s not the meat, it’s the motion; but once I had it in me, I could squeeze my ass around it tight and it helped me to get as near to a full release as I could.

I didn’t use it all that often because it was such an ordeal to utilize, so consequently, I walked around half-hard most the time like I used to do when I was in high school. My dick rarely was fully soft, but it was rarely fully hard either. I showed off a lot of meat, and not long after I took the job of manning the tow truck, I soon learned there were plenty of truckers out there that showed more than a little interest in helping me out with it.

There were times when I felt so desperate that I almost gave in to the temptation, but I never did. I could count off a hundred reasons why, but I guess the main reason had to do with how I was raised. I needed love as much as I needed sex and I simply wasn’t able to separate the two. Besides, I didn’t have much sexual interest in men at the time. Once in a while, I’d see a fellow that I’d catch myself looking twice at, but for the most part - like most married men, I considered myself ‘straight’.

It was just a device and I wouldn’t allow myself to put an owner to it, but as the years went by and the dildos got larger and more human in shape, I wasn’t any longer able to avoid doing so. When he first appeared in my fantasies, he was just a blur - a dark figure towering above me fucking me relentlessly, but he was always a big form. I began to realize I would never be satisfied having a man as a sexual partner unless he was at least as big and strong as myself, and I knew realistically the odds of that were slim, very slim. In all my years, I had only met a few men that were as big as myself and the only two people I knew personally that were bigger than me was my dad and Liam.

As luck would have it, I didn’t receive one single call that entire day so I had ample time think about a lot of things I had avoided in the past, and by the time I was heading back to the house, I pretty much determined I was through with women for the rest of my life.

I didn’t understand them, and they didn’t understand me, and accepting that fact was a big step for me.

My wife had said to me many times, even before we were married, that I was a ‘man’s man’. She first said it to me in high school when she realized all of my friends were male. At the time, I took it to mean she thought I was a man among men, referring to my size. I didn’t give it much thought until I was trying to work things out with her and during one of our conversations, she said it once again and the way she said it made it sound more like an indictment than a simple observation.

Hell, I think most guys feel as though they have more in common with other men than they do with women, but I had the impression she meant it as though I didn’t have any attributes that women found attractive. It hurt me at the time, especially coming from her, but when I fired up the truck to head back to the house that night, I was bound and determined I wasn’t going to let anything she said or did in the past or in the future to ever affect me again. It was over between us, and she didn’t matter any more.

‘I am who I am,’ I thought, ‘and if the rest of the world doesn’t like it, they can kiss my big fat hairy ass.’ I meant it, and it was a huge relief to me when I realized deep inside myself I really did mean it.

When I arrived home that evening, Liam wasn’t anywhere to be found and dad was still working down in the shop. Things weren’t actually settled between us because Liam and I hadn’t returned back to house until mid-night, and by then, he had gone to bed.

He was surprised to see me.

“I figured you’d be up hiding in your room.”

“I’ve stopped hiding dad. I’ve made up my mind, I’m not going back. You’re right, there’s nothing for me there. I think I’ve had my fill of women anyway. I’m sorry about what happened yesterday dad. Do you need any help?”

He smiled and nodded to himself as he lowered the hood of the car he’d been working on. “Not unless you’d like to spot me while I do some bench-presses. I just finished up here. Replaced an alternator is all. Liam called around five and said he was going to have to work night shifts this week to cover for a friend so I was just killing a little time checking out the rest of the engine. Didn’t find anything so I was about to call it quits.”

“I’ll run up to the house and throw on some sweats dad.”

When I returned, he had already changed into his sweats and was sitting on the bench doing some curls. He looked up at me when I entered the room but stayed focused on the weights.

“So I guess you two had a lot to say to one another yesterday afternoon and into the night. I was starting to worry about you.”

“You should have worried about me dad. He almost killed me.”

He shot me a genuine look of concern that slowly dissipated only after he saw me smile.

“You don’t want to get him riled, son. It could be detrimental to your health.” He smiled at his own joke, but it was an all-knowing smile - one that punctuated the absolute truth in what he’d just said.

“You’ve never told me how you two ever got involved with one another dad, much less how you even met.”

He stopped and sat the barbells down on the floor and sized me up to see if I really wanted to know. I sat down on the floor and folded up my legs and just looked at him without saying a word. He clasped his hands together in his lap and studied me carefully before he finally spoke.

“We met a few months after you were born Dan. It was getting mighty rough in this neighborhood. For Sale signs were popping up on homes and businesses all up and down the street. Your mom and I had put off making any decision about what we were going to do, but once you came along, we no longer had any doubts, but frankly, I wasn’t too happy about it with the business and all. I’d worked damn hard to get this place going and I felt like it was being stolen from me.

I’ll never forget the first time he showed up at my shop, Dan. I had just gotten back under a car when a huge shadow loomed over me and blocked my light. The work wasn’t going well on that damn thing and I got pissed off, so without seeing who it was I told him to move his fat ass out of my light and I would be with him in a minute.”

I laughed and dad looked up at me and grinned. There was no denying that Liam had a big ass.

“He stepped out of the way, but when I slid out from under the car and saw who he was, well, I have to admit, I liked him right off the bat. I’d never seen him around before and well, I was a bit embarrassed when I realized he did have a fat ass.”

We both giggled.

“I could tell he was a little pissed off and we stared one another down for an instant before he introduced himself and all he said to me was, ‘I was wondering if you would do me a favor and take down that For Sale sign and help me out around here.’

I swear Dan, I almost kissed him right then and there.

There was a determination in his eyes like I never saw before in my life - much like what I suspect you must have run into yesterday from what I can tell.

Anyway, I was feeling so bull headed and angry just thinking about moving, I went and pulled off the sign and stuck it in his hands and told him to go show it to everyone else on the block and if by the end of the next day I could look down the street and see that all the rest of them were gone, I wouldn’t ask for it back - and by golly, by the end of the following day he was right back in my face.

The son of a bitch waited until I was back under a car before he showed up and damned if he didn’t step right up and block off the light like he did the day before. I just had a gut feeling it was him, so I didn’t say anything until I had finished what I was doing, and as soon as I slid out from under the car, he tossed twenty or thirty For Sale signs on top of me and said, “Here’s your sign.”

“What did you do?”

“I just laid there covered with those stupid fucking signs and looked him in the eyes and said, ‘So what do you want me to do now? Kiss your fat ugly ass?’”


“I swear that’s what I said to him. He grinned at me and said, ‘You can kiss my fat ugly ass after I get the rift raff locked up. There’s gonna be a meeting here in your garage tomorrow evening at eight - thanks for volunteering the space.’ Then he turned on his heels and walked away.

It’s more or less been like that between us ever since Dan. He sees this neighborhood as his own creation and in most respects, it is. His dad had a lot to do with his determination from the bits and pieces I have managed to garner from him through the years, but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about it all that much with me.”

“I don’t think any of us can appreciate what those guys go through dad. All I know is that I saw a side to him yesterday I could never have imagined. It was as though he became someone completely different. . .”

He started laughing. “Oh! So you really did piss him off huh? I’m surprised you’re still alive.”

“It didn’t seem all that funny at the time dad.”

“Look, son. I don’t know what you are trying to tell me, but I can tell you this and you don’t have to believe it if you don’t want to, but it’s the truth. He loves you as much as I do. So if you managed to get him that riled, you must have stepped in some territory you damn well didn’t belong. He’s human like the rest of us. You push the wrong button, and he’ll damn well let you know it. So what did you say to him?”

“I’m not telling dad. You’re right, I was being a jerk and I got what I deserved, but I realized from what happened that he walks in all walks of life.”

“He doesn’t walk in them son, he walks right through them. I worry about him all the time. He can’t keep that up forever. I’ll be honest with you, I fear for his life at times. There’s more than a few guys he’s put away that wouldn’t mind seeing him dead. . . Hey! Are you going to sit on your butt all night, or are you gonna lift weights? Why don’t you get that fat ass of yours up here and show me how weak you are? Looks to me as though it could use a good work out.”

“You have no idea dad, you have no idea. . .”

That evening marked the beginning of a new chapter in all three of our lives. We had supper on the table for Liam when he returned just after midnight, and when he saw that the two of us were up together and had found out we had spent the evening working out, he smiled a smile that hid more secrets than the Mona Lisa.

The day my divorce was finalized, dad and Liam threw a surprise party for me. While dad and I were at the courthouse, Liam tried his hand at baking a cake which surprised the hell out of both of us.

He’d started working out with us the week after he finished working the evening shift for his friend (which I have always suspected was a total fabrication on his part) and dad was surprised the first evening he showed up in his sweats to join in. Dad had confessed to me the week before that he was remiss that he’d never been able to get Liam to stick to any given routine with him, but from that day forward, Liam began attacking the weights with vigor. He’d bulked up fast, and he looked almost frightening, but when we saw him wearing one of mom’s old aprons, dad and I cracked up. The full length of it barely went down to his crotch and how he ever managed to get it tied behind his back was a complete and total mystery.

He’d gone all out. On the kitchen table along side the cake there were gifts he’d wrapped up for all of us and after we sat down and had our cake and champagne, he handed them out to us. He opened his first, and acted surprised when he pulled a new pair of sweats out of the box for himself. Then it was dad’s turn. The box looked to be just like the one Liam just opened so we both figured it was a new pair of sweats for him as well, but when dad opened it, it was empty, just stuffed full of paper. Dad was about to playfully hit him over the head with it when something hit the table and rolled right into his lap. When dad lifted it up, he began to sob. It was a gold wedding band.

Dad had buried his with my mom, but Liam had always worn his; but when dad raised his hand up above the table, so did Liam and he held it out to reveal that he was no longer wearing his. What took place after that was one of the most beautiful and bizarre moments I will ever experience in my life.

Dad glared at him and said, “You son of a bitch. I ought to shove this up your ass.”

“Well now you have something hard enough to shove up my ass.”

Dad leapt up and ran upstairs and when he returned, he had two rings in his hand. “I’m trying hard to ignore that smart-assed remark you just made.”

Liam stood up and got right in his face and said, “I always told you we needed a witness.”

They fumbled with the rings to sort out which one was which, then placed them on each other’s hand and just like that, the ceremony was over. They just stood there and stared into each other’s eyes and finally I got my wits about me and jumped up and shouted, “You may now kiss the bride!”

I said it like someone might say ‘Gentlemen, start your engines!’, but from what happened afterwards, I thought I was a referee at a wrestling match. The kissed one another roughly and passionately, then Liam picked up my dad and before I knew it, he started beating Liam on the back and they both fell through the doorway into the living room.

“I HATE it when you pick me up you bastard!”

“I love it when you’re pissed off.”

They fought and wrestled around like two kids, and the joy and the passion I witnessed as they tore the living room apart, brought me to tears. By the time it was over, the household inventory was down by one coffee table and a lamp, but it was by far the best wedding I had ever attended, and I had been to more than my fair share.

I was deeply affected by that because I realized that unlike my own, I had no doubt that this bizarre ceremony solidified a marriage that would last through eternity.

We cracked open the bottles of champagne Liam had cached away in the back of the refrigerator and after we made a round of toasts, they sat me back down at the table and offered me my gifts. One was in the shape of a large shoebox and the other was a long tube; they made me open the shoebox first.

Like two gloating parents, they were so intent on me as I opened the box, you would have thought I was three years old and when I finally saw what was inside, I felt like one. It was a toy truck. A quarter scale version of a service vehicle similar to the one I worked out of, only it was far more elaborate than the one I drove. It was obviously hand made but it was welded together with such precision, I couldn’t imagine it being possible. I just stared at it dumbfounded.

“Liam made it for you son.”

“Liam! When in hell did you ever learn to weld like this?”

My dad was beaming he was so proud. He turned to Liam and hit him on the shoulder and said, “See. . . I told you!” Liam tried to hide his embarrassment as dad turned back to me and said, “I taught him years ago son.”

“You can’t even come close to welding this good dad.”

“Hey now! You’re old man still has a pretty good touch, but I have to admit I could never do as good a job as he did. Molten metal reads his mind. It’s uncanny.”

Dad was fawning all over him and Liam was getting embarrassed as hell.

“You’re as full of shit as a Christmas turkey Daniel!”

We all laughed but the two of them seemed to get a bit nervous as dad handed me the other gift. It was wrapped in gold foil and had ribbon tied tight around it and when I released the knot, an entire set of plans rolled out in my hands.

“Liam and I want you to have a real one son - a long-hauler. We think you should quit your job and strike out on your own and a truck like this would allow you to go anywhere in the country and make a living. You need to get away from here and put some distance between yourself and all you’ve been through.”

“These units aren’t cheap dad. Especially the one you guys have in mind.”

“It’s all taken care of son. Besides, we already decided to build it whether you wanted it or not. Liam and I were wanting a project we could work on together and we’re pretty sure we can sell several copies of it at a good profit. So what do you think?”

I wasn’t sure if I was ready for something like that, but the more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me.

“Lets go for it! How long do you think it will take for us to put it together?”

They both laughed and stood up and said, “Follow us.”

They led me around the block to a small, old warehouse they had rented and sure enough, inside was the actual truck. I was stunned. It was all but completed.

“We just got it back from Dillon a couple of weeks ago. What do you think of the color?”

“It’s beautiful.”

And it was. Dillon was an eccentric old man who was well known in town for his paint and bodywork. He and dad had been sending one another business for as long as I could remember and it was apparent that this job received his special attention. In fact, the closer I looked at it, the more I realized just how incredible the whole damn unit was.

For a guy like me who had made his living working out of one for the past seven years, it was nothing less than a dream. Before they were even half finished showing me all of the features they had built into it, it occured to me that they have been working on this project for several years. I was ready to hop in it and drive away to a brand new life, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized how so very badly I need it.

“Liam’s time hanging around the fire station was well spent wasn’t it son?”

“Huh?” I was still in my own new world and had lost track of what they were saying.

“I think he’s already headed down the road with it, Daniel.”

They both laughed at Liam’s joke, but only I knew how true it was.

Everything that happened after that day, happened in a blur. The three of us spent the next two weeks finishing up the truck and detailing it for a small equipment show they had targeted months before to take it to. They had signed up for it mainly as a lark - a way to keep them motivated to finish the project, but as the day drew nearer to the exhibition, they finally had to face the fact that if they were actually going to take any orders, this ‘little project’ of theirs might end up drastically changing their lives.

By the time they sat down and decided between them on a price they could live with to build another one, it got up there pretty steep and I don’t think either one of them ever expected to actually take any orders after they decided on a number, but I knew better. I knew that if the right people saw what they had created, they would have to scramble.

Call it a mean streak if you want, but after having gone through everything I had with these two men in the past months and experiencing all of the drastic changes they had made in my life, I made damn sure that the right people were there. The orders kept pouring in and before the three-day event was even over, dad was scrambling to figure out a way to fill them all.

About a month later, it was nearing time for me to leave. I gave my notice and said my goodbyes to my co-workers after contacting a lot of long-haul truckers I’d met through the years to find out where I might head out to strike out on my own. When I explained to them the type of truck I had to work out of, they almost all mentioned the same locale - a treacherous stretch of remote mountainous highway they all referred to as the “pass”. It was a long way away, but they all assured me that they would be thrilled to know that I was there in case of a break down, and that, they said, was practically an everyday occurrence.

Having lived in a city all my life, I wasn’t sure I was cut out for such a place, but when I mentioned it to my dad, he thought it would be a perfect place for me to get away to and take stock of my life. Besides, he said it would be a great proving ground for the truck and he was anxious to know how it would fare in the real world.

He had been busy as hell making preparations for production and was barely able to handle all those details so I had been covering for him at the shop the past several weeks to give him time to hire on the help he needed. Change was in the air and as the day approached for me to head out, it hung over the two of us like the last shower of Spring.

The weekend I’d set for my departure, was also the weekend Liam had planned to go visit his father. Despite all of the activity surrounding the production of the trucks, the three of us had managed to keep up a fairly steady routine of lifting weights in the evening, and as the day approached for him to go visit his father, he began going after the weights like an animal.

I helped Liam load up the car the Friday morning he left to go visit his dad. He’d bought a few things his dad was wanting from the city and after we had it all packed, I shook his hand and wished him good luck. He stopped and held me with his eyes and said, “Thanks. I figured you might sense what is going on with me. It’s time Dan. There’s no need in putting off the inevitable. He’ll figure it out eventually if he hasn’t already.”

“Have you told dad?”

“No I haven’t.”

“He suspects something is up with you Liam. He told me as much a few days ago.”

“I told you he was an animal. He has a sixth sense about him. I thought I’d done a pretty good job of not letting it show.”

“He loves you Liam, he loves you more than anything on earth.”

“That place is reserved for you Dan and don’t you ever think otherwise. Hell, I feel the same way towards you whether you believe that or not.”

“I’m beginning to Liam. I guess I pretty much had that figured out after I survived our barroom brawl. I’m a little slow you know.”

He laughed. “That’s our secret remember? You ever give that one away and I will whip your ass. . . So when are you planning to leave?”

“I’m not sure, probably Sunday morning. We took in a lot of work yesterday and I want it all done by the end of the day so dad doesn’t have to mess with it over the weekend. I’m hoping we can spend a little down time together before I head out.”

“I think he’s wanting the same thing Dan. He’s been down in the shop since five this morning.”


“That’s your dad Dan. You ought to know that by now. He takes things as they come and as long as it’s within his power to do something about it, he doesn’t complain - even if it isn’t always the way he wants it when it’s handed to him.”

We hugged and said our goodbyes and after Liam pulled out of the garage, I went upstairs and pulled on my coveralls and went down to the shop. I looked over the job tickets dad had laid out on his desk then looked through the office window out in the garage and saw him working under a car.

He had changed quite a bit through the years. He was heavier now by at least another thirty pounds and although his added size and girth made him appear even more like the brut he always was, the added years had made him look more staid and refined. The joy, the pain, and the contentment that was the story of his life was written on his face and he was now more handsome than he ever was.

I stood there for a moment and watched him work as the memories this garage held for me passed through my head. Even though he had a grage full of lifts, dad had always preferred working on his back whenever he could. Liam was right - he was an animal. He just liked getting himself right into it no matter what he did.

I heard him grunt and saw him reach down between his thick thighs to adjust his cock and I remembered the first time I ever took notice of his man-bulge - right after I saw him jacking off in the laundry room. I smiled at myself as I remembered how after that day all I could think about was wanting to grow up and have a big ol’ hefty cock like he had.

Well now I did, but little good it did me until I had another one stuck up my ass. With all of the change and commotion that had surrounded our lives ever since my divorce, I’d not had much time to dwell upon my life and personal needs, but I now felt a calm serenity - somehow I had managed to finally accept myself and the way I was.

I still didn’t know in all certainty what it was that I wanted on a personal level from anyone other than him; and after all of the years that had passed, I wasn’t sure how to communicate my need to him. I secretly feared how he might react, but I had made up my mind that before I left, I would try like hell to cut through all that had come between us.

I braced myself and was about to step through the door to the garage when I saw him once again grab his crotch and push his cock off to one side.


He reached down and grabbed it again and began sliding it further down his pant leg. It struck me it was no small coincidence he was fumbling around with his cock right when I was thinking about it, and it made me laugh. He began sliding out from under the car so I stepped through the door before he could notice that I’d been watching him and said, “What’s the matter dad?”

He gave me a sheepish grin. “Oh nothing. I was needing to take a piss is all. I kept trying to put it off until I’d finished pulling the oil on this one and all of a sudden I started getting a hard on. I don’t guess that’s ever happened to you.”

“Not really dad. In fact just the opposite happens to me. Mine tries to shrivel up into a knot if I wait too long to take a piss.”

He laughed. “That’d be the day. From what I can tell, you walk around half-hard all the time.”

“I guess I do dad, I guess I do. . .”

“What the hell does that mean - ‘You guess you do’? Either you do or you don’t. I know one thing for damn sure, you haven’t once used the rags I left for you beside the bed since you’ve been here. You must be getting that thing taken care of somewhere. You getting some on the side you haven’t told me about?”

I laughed.

I could tell he was feeling frisky now I was there to help him out. I really didn’t want to start in on something that might sour his day, but I figured the way we were joking around, this was as good a time as any to tell him the truth about myself and see how he would react.

“No, I’m not getting any on the side dad. I told you months ago I had my fill of women. Besides, I can’t get a hard on any longer unless I’ve got a big ol’ dildo stuck up my ass.”

He howled like that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “Now you are starting to talk like a married man. That’d happen to me once in a while, but I was always able to take care of it with a finger or two. Sounds to me like you’ve got it bad!”

He was smiling as he headed off to the toilet, then he stopped and turned back at me and said, “You know, I was starting to really worry about you, but I guess you’re alright after all son.”

After he returned, he was still grinning when he came over to where I was working and raised the garage door.

“I hate doing this, because I’d like more time to talk to you about that dildo of yours, but I guess we need to open for business. We’ve got several people that’ll be coming by in a few minutes to pick up their cars.”

As the morning sun poured into the garage, twenty years of senseless pent-up anxiety washed right out from my soul. I stood up and stretched in the sunlight as though I’d just awakened from a deep sleep. Dad looked over at me and smiled, and I felt as though I’d just been reborn.

He no more than got the third garage door up when the first customer came in to pick up his car. For some reason, that lit a fire up my ass. I already wanted this day to be over and all of these cars out of here and by noon, between the two of us, we had finished up the day’s work except for one car that needed a new clutch.

I knew by the make and the model we would be hard pressed to get it out by the end of the day, but I was bound and determined it was going to happen.

Dad was with a customer when I pulled it into the garage and just about the time I lifted the hood on it, he came out and told me it could wait until sometime next week.

“Let’s do this today dad. This is a two man job if there ever was one and you’ve got a whole lot on your plate for next week.”

“Well I guess we can do what we can and then finish it up tomorrow.”

“We’re gonna finish it today! Maybe I can convince you to take the day off tomorrow so we can talk about that dildo I need shoved up my ass.”

I knew right after I said it that perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I wanted him to realize that as far as I was concerned, it wasn’t a joke. He studied me good and hard before he finally looked down at the floor and said, “Well go ahead and tear into it if you want. I’ll run by and get the parts and pick us up something to eat at the deli.”

“We’ll need new radiator hoses. These are going to crack as soon as I touch them. Same for the air conditioning.”

He shook his head and smiled. “I know. I know. I made a list when I took it in. I tend to do that you know. . .”

“And call the customer and tell them they can come and pick it up by six o’clock.”

“Six o’clock! That’s pushing it even for the two of us.”

“We can do it dad.”

He smiled and shrugged then went and made the phone call. By the time he returned with the parts, I almost had the motor ready to pull. It was a daunting task, but the old magic of the two of us working closely together returned about mid-way through the job and from that point on, everything went off without a hitch.

We finished up with time to spare and the close bond the two of us used to feel whenever we’d worked hard and fast to get a tough job done once again cemented us together. Although I could tell he was tired from a long day, dad displayed a youthful exuberance I hadn’t seen out of him in years. We horsed around together as we swept out the garage and after the customer left with her car, he came up behind me while I was finishing putting away the tools and put his hands on my shoulders and began massaging the back of my neck with his thumbs.

“To be honest, I was dreading that job son, but it turned out to be down right fun.”

I rolled my neck in his hands and leaned over and pushed my butt right up to his groin.

“That feels good dad.”

He smacked me on the butt and said, “So you need a good rub down do you?”

“I need more than that dad.”

“Well alright.”

He ran his hands up and down my spine and I leaned over even more, scooting my butt tight against him. He leaned over me and ran his hands up the side of my torso and squeezed me around my shoulders. The heat of his groin on my butt and the weight of his belly on the small of my back sent a chill right through me. He rubbed my neck and shoulders for a while, then ran his hands back down my torso and patted me on the butt, “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m getting hungry. Let’s call it a day.”

I pushed my butt tighter to his groin as he rubbed his palms all over it and as he leaned back over me to kiss me on the back of my head, I felt his plump cock press tight against me.

“I love you son.”

“I love you too dad. I need you.”

“I need you too boy.”

We didn’t say much to one another while we had dinner other than to discuss the day’s work and by the time we finished and had everything put away, I was emotionally and physically spent.

I still wasn’t sure if he actually understood what I had been trying to communicate to him throughout the day, but by then I was too tired to care. I all I wanted to do was take a shower and get to bed, so I excused myself and went upstairs.

He was still down in the living room reading the paper when I stepped out of the bathroom so I just quietly slipped into my room and got in bed. The hot shower had both stimulated and relaxed me, but my mind was devoid of thought as I snuggled into bed.

I was beginning to doze off when I finally heard him come up the stairs and subconsciously remembered all the times I used to lay in bed as a child and listen to the sounds he made as he cleaned himself up and readied for bed.

I was nearly sound asleep when I heard him open my bedroom door and I remember muttering ‘Good night dad’ and rolling over on my side facing away from him like I used to do when I was a child. He stepped over to the bed and rubbed his hand down my back and kissed me on the cheek. His hands felt soft and smooth and he continued to lightly rub my back as he gently pushed me over on my stomach.

I buried my head in my pillow and felt the weight of his knee hit the bed and through my groggy consciousness, it finally occurred to me that he was rubbing oil on my back. I tried to wake up, but his soothing hands kept me in a dream-like state.

He took his time with me, slowly and lovingly massaging every part of my body as he worked his way down to my feet, and by the time he finished with them and gently lowered them back on the bed, my entire body felt like putty.

He slowly and lightly ran his hands back up my legs then straddled them and cupped his hands underneath me around my testicles and ran them up the length of my prostrate towards the depths of my hot orifice.

I spread my legs tight against his inner thighs and that was all he needed. He ran a hand down the length of my hot, hairy crack then fed his throbbing cock in it with the other. I felt his cock-head swell - pushing my sweaty cheeks open as his stiff shaft drove it deeper down my crack. When he neared the gates of my desire, he rubbed his cock head all around it with his meaty paw and began muttering to himself as he coated my orifice with his manly balm.

He pressed harder and harder and once my entire crack was gooey-wet with his spume, he growled as he felt the heat of his violation.

A jolt of fire raced up my spine and every muscle in my body flexed from the sudden intrusion. His fisted hand spread me wider and wider as it fed me his heat and I buried my head in my pillow and clawed at the bed.

He lifted one of his legs and placed it between mine forcing my thighs out wider as he wedged himself up my canal. I broke out into a cold sweat and cried out in silence and began to shiver. He forced more of himself inside me then lifted his other leg and spread me wide.

Nothing I’d ever done in my life had prepared me for this. All the years I’d messed around with myself with my fingers and rubber dildos was nothing like feeling the power and heat of his heavy, hairy body pushing his searing-hot flesh down my fuck hole.

My insides racked and fought against the penetration, but he didn’t relinquish. He forced my legs wider with his knees and bored his way up my ass. I arched my back and fought the pain and had it not been for his strength and determination, it never would have happened, but once he was deep inside me, he slowly lowered himself to me and held me tight as I adapted to his forceful penetration.

My body shook in his tight embrace, and as we lay there, the brutal realities of being fucked up the ass beset me. I realized that if I had ever tried this when I was younger, I would never have recovered from the experience, but as the pain began to succumb to the heat of my lust, I knew this was what I had needed for a long, long time.

Dad’s raging rod started to throb as I began to relax, and feeling it squirm inside me as he held me perfectly still in his tight embrace brought fourth sensations and desires I never knew were possible. I was now one with him - a willing prisoner smothered in his masculinity and there was no place else on earth I wanted to be.

There wasn’t any part of him that I wasn’t aware of. Every hair on his body stimulated my flesh. Every beat of his heart and breath he took filled me with life and every time his cock throbbed inside me, it sent a fiery chill right up my spine.

My cock began to swell with each and every throb of his own, and each time he felt my prostrate press tight against his cock, he breathlessly coaxed me on with his inhuman utterances. Every pulse and throb built in a silent crescendo until he slowly rose up and rode me in a steady fuck.

He fucked me hard and well, man style, and kept doing it until my canal was hot and slick with his soothing lubricant. He then grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me tight to him and burrowed his thumbs into my butt crack on each side of his burning shaft and spread it wide giving himself room to penetrate me even deeper. I cried out in silence and began slobbering on my pillow as I felt him rip through virgin territory.

He grunted his satisfaction, then leaned over me and licked me between my shoulder blades right up to my neck and bit it gently like a bear picking up a cub. His hands wrapped around me and cupped my breasts then like a steam powered locomotive pulling out from the yard, his body began to chug .

The pressure from his hefty body was immense; his big belly heaved against the small of my back with each stroke of his fat, fleshy piston and it forced my ass to arch up to him each time he slammed his groin into me. The weight and power of his body was almost more than I could bear but as we gathered steam and his cock swelled tighter and tighter against the walls of my canal, I felt myself drawing nearer and nearer to climax.

Sensing my urge, he slid his hands down my body and groped up under my groin and when he felt my stiff cock in his hands, he squeezed it tight then raised up on his haunches and lifted my right leg and turned me on my side.

“Roll over boy.”

When I turned over on my back and saw his shadowy figure towering above me, I knew this was what I’d been dreaming about and jacking off to for all these years. He never once looked me in the eyes, he just raised my legs up on his sturdy shoulders and pulled my ass up where he wanted it then stuck himself back in me like a laborer dutifully going about doing his job.

He fucked his hole a few times then stopped and pulled my ass up a little higher and adjusted his weight until he was comfortable in the saddle then spit in his hands and began stroking my cock as he started his drive. I kept waiting for him to look up at me, but he never did. He just concentrated on his fuck while he stroked my cock with his meaty fist.

The look on his face was what ultimately sent me over the top. I’d seen that focused and determined expression a thousand times whenever he was intent on his work. He was handling me like I was in for repairs; and he was determined to do the job right.

He spit down on my cock a few times like he was angry with it then gathered his saliva up in his hand and started pounding it in his fist good. A few drops of cum oozed out of me and fell on my stomach, then a few more. He grunted his approval at the sight, then slammed himself in me hard and fast and I began to blow.

My body jerked violently when that first long rope of spunk blew out of me and landed on my chest. His eyes open wide and he began to tremble, and I was taken away by the anticipation of feeling his hot load blow up inside me.

The force of my orgasm shook my entire body and feeling the pounding throb of my cock in his firm grip each time I shot off was like an out of body experience. Long ropes of spunk went flying up over my head and by then, I was a goner.

The heat of his fuck and the power of his fist was more than I could bear and I shook and trembled like the skewered fuck-pig I was as rope after rope of my spunk flew all over the room.

“Blow it out of yourself boy! Yeah! Let it go little buddy. . . let it all go. . .”

And I did. I squeezed my ass tight around his throbbing cock and felt his hot juice gush inside me as I unloaded all over the room. He reared his head back and slammed himself deep and as I watched him loose all control, cum began streaming out of me like piss.

I watched in amazement as he unleashed the full fury of himself on me. His entire body reared up and drug me up with him as he fucked his seed up my ass in hard, ripping thrusts. It filled my canal and began oozing out of me and once he had me completely lubed up with his splooge, he began fucking me with retribution.

Cum continued to poured out of me as he fucked me with all his might, and once my orgasm began to wane and my cock started to soften, he began to grind his cock all around inside me for his own pleasure. He watched with morbid satisfaction as my cock shriveled up to nothing, and once it was completely soft and short and stubby, and my balls were small and firm and tight up against me, he broke out into a big, wide, lustful grin then fondled my little pee pee as he might if I was just a little boy.

He stretched my legs out wider and wider as he ground his cock all around inside me until he was able to get close enough to rest his big belly firm on top of my little penis; and the moment I reached under it and cupped my little dick in my hands, he grabbed my legs and fucked me hard.

His cock throbbed so stiff and mean, it racked my insides, and when I bucked my ass to relieve the pressure, he slapped it forcefully.

“Yeah little fuck-boy how does that feel?”

He was out of control - in a private world of his own. He had me completely over powered and so swept away in his fantasy, all I could do was watch and plead with him.

“Fuck me daddy! Fuck me!”

He slapped my ass again then shot a load up it as he rammed himself deep. I bucked again as the spunk blew through me then he wrapped his arms around my legs and held me tight like he was holding on to a jack hammer and finished himself off.

His big, burly body jerked each time he shot off. Then his furry stomach would heave, and he would grab my legs tighter and ram himself deeper and his body would jerk and start the sequence start all over again. By the time he was finally through with me, he had me scrunched up against the headboard like a rag doll. My ass was raw and my head was spinning and all I could feel was a numb tingling inside my rectum.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, my mind drifted away to a private place of its own, and the next thing I remembered, it was daylight.