Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 10:36:12 -0800
From: Kevin East Bay <eastbaykevin@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Can't Get Enough of Mom's Boyfriend (M/b, ws)

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		   I Can't Get Enough of Mom's Boyfriend

My father abandoned my mom and myself when I was about two years old. From
that time on I had very few contacts with other adult males. My mom moved us
in with my elderly grandmother, who lived on an old farm that was miles away
from any town. All of the kids who lived nearby, the closest being more than
two miles away, were all girls. Even at my one room schoolhouse, there were
only two other boys. I didn't have anything in common with these two. They
took great joy in bullying me around the schoolyard! So my playmates were
always girls. I was much older when I finally started to have regular
interactions with men. When I was a young teenager my grandmother passed
away. It wasn't until after she passed that we found out that the family
farm was over four hundred thousand dollars in debt. My mom worried day and
night what we were going to do if we lost the farm. Around this time my mom
started seeing a guy she met at a biker bar, his name was Hank. She would
never really tell me much about him, or if she was even falling in love with
him. It was several months later that my mom finally introduced us to each
other. When she did, she also unexpectedly announced to me that we were
going to abandoned the farm, move into town and live with Hank at his house.

It was obvious right away that Hank and I were two very different people and
it was going to be difficult for us to live together. He was a good-looking,
rugged brute of a guy. There were definitely three things that he let
everyone know he loved best; beer, pussy and motorcycles. I was, I guess
from being around only women for too long, a bit of a mama's boy. Hank was a
backhoe operator for the state highway department. He worked very long hours
and often came home late from work on his pride and joy, a 1977 Harley. You
knew when he was home by his load boisterous ranting and raving. As soon as
he entered the front door he would scream out,  "Bitch, get me a fucking
beer!" I remember that he was such a smelly, sweat reeking pig. You could
smell his man scent before you actually saw him. At the time I couldn't see
what my mom saw in him. Now looking back though, he really was a hot dude.
He was many years younger than my mom and was very solidly built, covered
with dark fur from head to toe. His arms were covered in tattoos of naked
women with their legs spread wide open. He had one tattoo that said
"Champion Muff Diver" At the time I didn't know what that tattoo meant, but
I knew it had to do with him being such a pig. At home he never wore
anything more than a ratty pair of jeans and a smelly white tank top that
exposed his constantly dank hairy armpits. I had never met anyone so rude,
crude and manly until I met him.

Not long after we had moved in with Hank, my mom found out that her sister
was dying from breast cancer. She announced that she was going to go spend a
couple of weeks taking care of her. I remember my stomach sunk to the floor
when I heard she was going away and leaving me behind alone with Hank. The
last thing I wanted was to stay with this smelly pig I hardly knew. I could
tell that Hank wasn't too pleased with the situation either; he kept telling
my mom that she should take her ' mamma's boy' with her. There was a lot of
yelling in their bedroom that night; my mom kept telling him she didn't want
to take me out of school. But as usual, later that I night I could hear Hank
fucking my mother as she cried out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" with their headboard
pounding on the wall next to my bed. I fell asleep in disbelief that my mom
would say such nasty things! Early the next morning my mom woke me up to
tell me that Hank was taking her to the airport. She asked me to please help
Hank out by keeping the house clean and making him diner. She also asked me
to help Hank out if he got too drunk, and to make sure he made it to his bed
all right. My mom took off and I was stuck with Hank for what turned out to
be three weeks.

On the very first night after my mom left, I made a spaghetti dinner for
Hank and myself. Hank usually showed up around eight o'clock, but at nine
that night, he still hadn't shown up. I set his dinner back on the stove and
decided that I would take a bath. I had just filled the tub up and entered
it when I heard Hank come into the house. I could hear him walking around
the house, mumbling out loud to himself. I then I heard him walking down the
hall towards the bathroom. Hank tried to open the bathroom door, but I had
locked it with an eyehook latch. Hank yelled as he pounded his fist on the
door, "Open the fucking door god damn it!" Then, all of the sudden, Hank
kicked the door and it flew open. I was really freaked out. I was not use to
being naked around other men, and I was very self-conscience that my body
was taking a long time to go through puberty.  I quickly covered up my small
penis with the bath bubbles. Hank announced that he needed to piss "like a
fucking race horse!" I was in shock as I saw him open up his dirty jeans and
pulled out his big dick, instantly letting loose a stream of piss. The tub
was situated in the bathroom in such a way that I was laying in it looking
right straight up at him and his cock, as he pissed in the toilet. He had an
uncut dick so he had to pull his foreskin back right before he peed. I tried
not to look at his dick, but I remember being so intrigued by how different
it looked to mine. Hank, holding his dick and pissing away, sneered at me,
"Real men don't take fucking sissy bubble baths!" He then turned towards me
and started to piss right on my face! I was horrified at what he was doing,
especially when his bitter salty piss got into my mouth. I screamed out,
"What the fuck are you doing!" Hank, laughing out loud told me to get over
it, that he was just having a little fun with me and that it was only piss!
Like I said, it really freaked me out. As soon as Hank shaked off the last
drops of his piss into the tub, he left the bathroom; I washed up and went
straight to my room. All I could think about that night was the sight of
Hank's big uncut cock streaming out that hot yellow piss. For the first time
ever that evening, I jacked off thinking about Hanks cock. The next few
days, I would make Hank's dinner and leave it on the stove for him and then
head to my room. After what had happened, I was actually a bit fearful of
him.

After a couple of days of avoiding Hank, he came to my room and asked if I
was alright, since he hadn't seen me in several days. I told him that I was
fine, that I had been busy with my homework. I didn't want him to know the
truth, that I was scared of him. He asked me to come out and watch some
television with him. It broke the ice for us and for the next several days
we ate dinner together and then watched television until Hank would pass out
from drinking too much beer. At bedtime, I would leave him in his chair and
go to my room. My mom called one day and asked how thing were going with
Hank and I. I told her it as ok, but that Hank would pass out almost every
night. My mom read me the riot act when she found out that I wasn't helping
Hank get into his bed at night. She told me that I wasn't to let him sleep
in the chair in the living room, that I was to help him to his bed every
night.

That evening, again we had our dinner and then watched television. Hank
drank a couple six packs of beer and was sound asleep on his chair. All he
wore that evening was a worn out old robe. I remember going to the kitchen
to get something to drink. When I returned to the living room I noticed that
Hank, still asleep, had shifted in his chair and that his robe was now
partially open enough that part of his cock was now exposed. I stood behind
the chair looking down at him and his cock for several minutes. I had never
seen foreskin on anyone except him up until that time. His dick was so big,
even when it was soft. You couldn't see any of its' head; the foreskin
completely covered it up and then some. Hank again shifted in his chair.
This totally exposed all of his cock and balls. His body was so incredibly
hairy. The base of his cock and his balls were completely covered in a mass
of dense dark fur. I wanted to get as close as I could to his cock so I
could see what it looked like. I went around to the front of the chair and
sat down on the floor in front of him and just stared at his cock. I didn't
know at the time that I might be gay. I hadn't really thought about at all,
but as soon as I had first saw Hanks cock, that is all I could think about.
Hank woke up later that evening, unaware that his cock had been uncovered
and that I had been staring at it most of the evening. I asked if he needed
help getting to bed. He just scoffed at me and then stumbled off to his
bedroom on his own. When I got to my bed, all I could think of was his cock.
I imagined what it must look like hard, what it might smell like and I was
even wondering what it might taste liked. I pushed a couple of my
spit-covered fingers in my asshole as I jacked off, imagining that I was
being fucked by Hanks big cock, like my mother had.

The next several evenings, Hank stayed out late and I didn't see him till
the next morning. Then one evening he actually showed up at dinnertime. We
ate our dinner together, then Hank went to his room and changed into his
ratty rob. When he came back into the living room, I noticed for the first
time that you could actually see the out line of his cock pressed into his
rob. He sat in his favorite chair, drinking his beer and watching television
with me. Every once in a while I would glance over to see if I could see his
cock. The way his rob was lying on his crotch; you could still see the
outline of his monster. A couple hours later, Hank was passed out in his
chair. His robe was still covering his cock. I wanted to see it so bad. I
waited about an hour, hoping that his robe would open up again like it had
several nights earlier. I started getting impatient, longing to see it. I
decided I would have to do something myself if I was going to get a glimpse
of it that evening. I softly called out Hanks name to see how sound to sleep
he was. He didn't respond. I again called out his name, this time louder. He
still didn't respond. At this point I was quivering in anticipation for what
I was about to do. I scooted over until I was directly in front of his
chair. I then got up onto my knees facing straight at him. I was so scared
he was going to catch me, but my desires took over any restraint I might
have had. With my hand trembling, I reached over and gently lifted up his
thin rob and pulled it over until his beautiful cock was completely exposed.
I couldn't believe what I had just done! I stayed on my knees looking down
and studying the thick veins in his dick. His cock was just lying there in
its nest of dark fur. This time his foreskin was already pulled back and his
red cock head was totally uncovered. It was so shinny and big. I wondered if
my cock would ever get to be as large and handsome as his was. I really
wanted to look at it up close. I again called out his name and again there
was no response from Hank. I then lowered my head toward his crotch. My face
was just inches from his cock. I could really smell the scent emanating from
his groin. At first I thought the smell was awful, that he needed to give
his sweaty crotch a good washing with soap and water. But as I continued to
look at his cock, the smell became as exciting as actually looking at it. I
found myself wanting to get as close as I could just to get as much of the
smell into my nose as I could. It was so astonishingly intoxicating for me.
I then wanted to touch it. I was still trembling uncontrollably. My mind was
racing wondering if I should touch it or not. The last thing I wanted was
Hank to find me doing what I was doing. I had no dought in my mind that he
would beat the shit out of me if he caught me. I slowly and gently reached
down and touched his soft cock. I couldn't believe what I was doing. His
cock was so warm. I slightly rubbed my fingertips across it for a few
seconds, still wondering what it looked like when it is hard. Hank then made
some noises in his sleep, so I quickly pulled away and rushed over to the
couch. My heart was racing uncontrollably from fear and excitement. I almost
felt like I was going to have a heart attack! I was so excited about what I
had just done. It was then that I realized that my own cock was rock hard
and that pre-cum was draining out of it, leaving a huge wet spot in my sweat
pants. Minutes later Hank woke up and asked me to help him get to bed. I got
him to the bedroom, hoping that as I did he wouldn't see my fresh pre-cum
spot. I then left him at his bedroom doorway, so he could get into his bed
by himself. I then went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. In the
bathroom I found the underwear that Hank had worn that day. The underwear at
one time had been white but was now a very dingy off-white. I lifted them up
to my nose and took a big whiff. There was no dough that these were his. His
dirty underwear reeked of his sweaty cock, balls, and ass. The front of them
were covered in piss stains, inside you could see traces of dried pre-cum.
There were even several of his dark curly hairs. I took them to my room and
jacked off cock three times that night. I was sniffing and sucking on his
underwear as I fingered my hole. All I could think about was what I had seen
and done to Hank.

The next evening Hank came home around nine. He was already reeking of beer
when he came into the house. I heard him head straight to the bathroom and
let out a stream of piss that seemed to last for minutes. When he came back
to the living room he just had a towel wrapped around his waist. You could
see were his cock had let loose a few last drops of piss on the towel. The
towel was so thin; that with this wet spot you could actually see part of
his cock through it.  I guess he had planned on taking a shower, but never
did. My mind was really racing for joy. He was already drunk and it wouldn't
take long for him to pass out once he settled into his easy chair. I offered
to get him his dinner, but he told me not that he wasn't hungry. He then
told me to get him a beer. I was surprised, he asked me in a nice way. I was
almost disappointed. I remember thinking I wish he would have said, "Get me
a beer Bitch!"  It didn't take long for him to down at least six beers. He
then fell asleep on his chair with both of his hands placed behind his head.
His dank hairy armpits were spread wide open. Just looking at his pits was
making my cock hard. I found that I couldn't wait to go over and smell his
skanky pits. It was weird, one day I thought he was the smelliest pig I had
ever been around, and then the next I couldn't get enough of his manly
scent.  I called out Hank's name and got no response from him. I then reached
over and lightly shook him; no response. I was shaking with anticipation as
leaned foreword to place my nose near his armpits. Man, you could tell he
had been laboring hard all day. His smell was so strong and intoxicating.
Looking at his armpits, bulging with an excess amount of hair, and smelling
the man scent coming from them had my cock harder that it had ever been. I
just stood there for several minutes taking in the smell. Hank had the
biggest dark nipples on his firm furry chest. They seemed to be larger than
silver dollars! I wanted so bad to reach down and run my hand through his
hairy chest and touch those nipples, but I didn't for fear of waking him up.
So all I could do is look intently at his chest and take it all in with my
eyes.

The only thing Hank had on was that old towel. He looked so incredible sexy
sprawled out in his chair. At first I didn't think I could unloosen his
towel so that I could uncover his cock. I wasn't even going to try, but my
yearning got the best of me. I had to see that fat juicy cock again. I again
positioned myself on my knees in front of his chair right in-between his
spread out hairy legs. I called out his name; no response. I then started to
gently tug on his towel. He had it tucked in tightly around his waist. I
didn't think I would be able to unfasten it without waking him. I slowly
kept tugging on it, slowly loosening it. Eventually it finally gave way and
opened up for me. Quivering, I pulled the towel over and off of his groin.
There was his cock waiting for me to check it out. This time his foreskin
was covering the head of his cock. It was really intriguing me how his
foreskin could cover and uncover the head of his cock. I reached down and
just very lightly touched the very end of the foreskin. It had a drop of
piss on it. I guessed it was there from his last time he pissed. It still
astonished me at how different his cock look to mine. I wanted to try to
pull his foreskin down and see the head of his cock again, but I was afraid
I would wake him up. So I just ever so slightly ran my fingertip along the
length of his cock. Even soft, it was many times larger than mine. Hank
seemed to be out sound, so I decided to go down and sniff his cock again.
Man, it was even stronger this time. The smell sent my head spinning. I
remember reaching down and feeling my aching hard cock as it was spilling
out gobs of pre-cum. I held my head over his crotch for several minutes
admiring his cock and taking more of the smell in. It was at this point I
knew I had to somehow taste it.

I lowered my head some more and stuck out my tongue aiming it for the end of
his cock. I couldn't believe what I was doing; I knew I was playing with
fire. I lightly placed the tip of my tongue on it and just left it there for
a few seconds. It felt really great feeling the warmth of his cock resonate
up into my tongue. I decided I would run my tongue over it a couple of times
and then stop. I ran just the tip of my tongue over the full length of his
cock and then ran it back. I knew I should stop, but I really wanted to
taste what it was like inside of his foreskin. I looked up and saw that Hank
was totally out of it, so I placed my tongue right at the opening of his
foreskin. I then started to very slowly push it into the tight opening. I
was really surprise to find that the taste changed quickly as I entered into
it. In fact it started to taste very strong of piss and sweat, but I didn't
stop. I wanted to try to at least get my tongue up to the head of his cock.
I pressed it in further, covering my tongue with the pungent taste of his
cock. I pushed it in until I could feel the moist slit of his piss hole on
the smooth head of his cock. I was in heaven! I really wanted to suck on his
whole cock, but I knew that there was no way I could get away with it.

I left my tongue there for a few seconds, taking in all of the sensations
and then I slowly started to pull my tongue out of his foreskin when all of
the sudden I felt Hank reach up and grab my hair and yanked my head out of
his lap with my tongue still sticking out. He had the look of a mad man on
his face. He was pulling on my hair so hard I thought he was going to pull
it out by its roots. I started crying and screaming, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Please don't hurt me!"  Hank yelled at me. "I knew it! You're a goddamn cock
sucking faggot!" He tightly held onto my hair not allowing me to move or get
away from him. I again screamed out, as I was trembling in fear, "I'm sorry,
please don't hurt me!" Hank, still tugging on my hair responded, " Just wait
till I tell your mother that her son is a fucking faggot!" I cried, "Please,
I'm sorry, please don't tell my mom, please!" Hank pulled my hair as he
picked me up onto my feet and threw me back down onto the floor. He stood in
front of me completely naked with the look of revulsion on his face.

Hank stood over me for several seconds and he then grabbed his cock and
screamed at me, "Is this what you're after you fucking cock sucker?" I was
so scared I didn't know what to say or do. He then grabbed my head again and
pulled it towards his crotch. My face was only inches from his cock. "This
is what faggots like you want, isn't it?" Hank roared, shaking his cock at
me. "Show me what you fucking cock suckers do, you little faggot!"  Hank
hollered out to me. I was petrified and didn't know what to do or say. As
scared as I was of him, I remember thinking, at that very moment, that I
really wanted to suck on that cock of his. Hank pressed his cock right up
against my face. Grinding his coarse pubic hairs on my cheek. The sweaty
smell was overwhelming, I wanted to open my mouth up and take his cock in,
but I was scared shitless that if I did Hank would really hurt me. "Come on
faggot, if you think you can handle a real man here it is, take it and show
it that you're worthy of its' load!" Hank said, still pressing his cock and
balls onto my face. Hank then grabbed my face with his big hands and
squeezed my jaw open, with little resistance from me. Squeezing until my
mouth was wide open Hank told me, "That's it boy, open that cock sucking
little mouth of yours so you can show me how good at sucking cock you are!"
Hank then reached down and pushed his cock into my mouth. He warned me, "If
you fucking bite me I'll rip your nuts off and make you into a little girl!"
I was uneasy, but for some reason I really wanted to satisfy Hank, so I
stretched open my mouth as much as I could and started to suck on his fat
cock. It was the first cock I had ever sucked on.  I couldn't believe I
actually had Hanks cock in my mouth! I was full of both excitement and
trepidation. Hank grabbed my head and pushed it back and forth on his cock.
He kept telling me, "Show me how much you love sucking my cock!" At first
his cock was very soft and it was easy to suck on, but within a couple of
minutes of being in my mouth, it started to slowly get bigger and harder. It
was totally filling up my mouth; I really started to wonder if it was going
to stop growing, until finally it did. His cock was extraordinarily large
and firm, especially compared to mine.  I clumsily tried to suck on it,
trying to find the right way to do it. Finally I got use to its size and was
able to get my mouth fully around his cock. Hank, with his hands still
placed behind my head, kept push and pulling my head back and forth on his
cock. "Do you like that big cock, fag boy?" Hank would ask me. I was trying
so hard to do it right, so that I might get a taste of his cum. It was
around this point that I realized that Hank might actually be enjoying the
blowjob I was giving him.

Hank was moaning in pleasure as I sucked on him. He then pulled my head off
of his cock and stopped me for a second. I thought 'Oh my god, I'm not going
to get to suck him off!' But Hank wasn't through with me. He backed up and
sat back down in his chair and then motioned for me to get in-between his
hairy legs and continue to suck on his cock. As I positioned myself, I
stopped for a moment to study Hanks cock. It was so extremely hard and mean
looking; you could see every vein that was running it. I leaned foreword,
pried it off his belly and continued to suck it. As I did, I could hear Hank
turn the VCR on. I couldn't see what he was watching, but I could hear some
bitch moaning as she was being fucked. Hank started breathing harder,
telling me that I was a good cocksucker. His cock was getting so hard and
big in my mouth, almost too big for me to manage. Hank was moaning out for
me to suck him faster and faster. Then all of the sudden, Hank started to
scream out, pushing my head down on his cock as it unloaded a huge amount of
cum into my mouth and down into my throat. I almost chocked as he unleashed
the torrent of cum. I couldn't believe what I had just accomplished. Hank
held my face down on his cock as his body continued to convulse from the
orgasm. I continued to suck on his cock, I wanted every last drop of his
cum. "You're not to bad at sucking cock, faggot boy, but next time you need
to take more of my cock down your throat" Hank told me, "Now if you don't
want me to tell your mother what you have been doing, you better do
something else for me." Hank stood up, still firmly holding onto my head and
pushing his cock deep into my mouth. My jaw was so sore; I hoped he didn't
want another blowjob so soon after the one I just gave him. Hank just held
me in this position for a couple minutes not saying a word. Then I started
to feel his cock very slowly unleash his hot piss. It totally put me off
when he had pissed on me in the bathroom the week before, but now, this
time, I wanted to take every drop of his piss. "Don't get any piss on the
carpet, boy!" Hank said, as I felt the piss start to rush faster into my
mouth. It slowly started to fill up my mouth. I had no choice but to try to
drink it as fast as it came. I gulp it down, trying not to let any spill out
of my mouth and onto the floor. I guess because he had so many beers, the
piss had little flavor, so I had no problem drinking it as it rushed into my
mouth. "Yah! Go on boy!! Drink my fucking piss! I've heard that you faggot
like drinking piss. Tell me you like my piss faggot."  I shock my head yes,
letting him know that I was indeed enjoying what he was doing. I guess he
had a lot of beers, because it felt like he had unleashed a gallon of beer
into my mouth and stomach. When he was done pissing, he pulled his cock out
of my mouth and then slapped it across my face several times leaving red
welts. "You owe me if you don't want me to tell on you. You come to my
bedroom tomorrow morning, or else!" Hank left me still kneeled down on the
floor, as he walked off to his bedroom. I sat there a few minutes trembling,
not out of fear from what had happen, but because of the pride and
gratification of having just sucking off Hank.

When I got to my room I stripped off my sweats. My cock was dripping pre-cum
and was rock hard. I couldn't jack-off fast enough. I kept reliving what had
happened in my mind. I really couldn't believe what I had done for Hank. The
thought also kept reoccurring to me that He might still tell my mother that
I might be gay. I lay there in my bed also wondering what he would want me
to do for him in the morning. At one moment I would be excited about the
thought of sucking on his cock again, but then I would start worrying he
would tell me to 'fuck-off' and then tell mom. He had been verbally and
physically rough with me that night, but somehow these actions had only
turned me on to him more so. The anticipation was too much; I could hardly
sleep, wondering what would happen with Hank in the morning.

I was actually able to fall asleep early that morning. Around nine a.m. I
heard Hank get up and go to the bathroom. I could hear his piss splashing in
the toilet. He once again took a piss that seemed like would it never quit.
Hank then headed back to his bedroom. I lay there a few minutes wondering if
I should get up myself when I heard Hank calling for me to come to his room.
"Faggot, get your ass in here now!" Hank shouted. Without hesitation, I
popped out of bed and pulled on my underwear and then headed towards his
room. Once I got to the opening of his bedroom, I could see Hank sprawled
out naked on his bed, stroking his cock as he watched a porno on the
television. "I know you want more of this big cock," Hank said as he was
pulling his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock. I didn't
answer him; I just stood there watching his every move as he played with his
growing cock. "Come on, you want to suck on him, don't you faggot?" Hank
said as he motioned for me to come over to him. I slowly walked over to his
bed. I could feel my own cock getting hard as I looked at this hot stud
stroking his cock. I climbed on the bed and in-between his spread out legs,
positioning myself so I could give him another blowjob.  Hank grabbed my
shoulder and said, "Not so fast you fucking dick licker. If you want to lick
on this cock of mine, you're going to have to lick my sweaty body clean
first! You can start with my toes and work up queer boy!" Hank was spread
out on the bed with both of his hands placed behind his head. I scooted down
and picked up one of his large feet. They were so big, rough and manly. I
opened my mouth and inserted his big toe. "That's it, clean me up right, and
I'll give you that spunk you're craving for." Hank said, as I continued
licking his toes and feet. I wasn't going to let him humiliate me. I was
enjoying what I was doing too much for that. I cleaned both of his feet and
had worked up his coarsely hairy legs when I got to the area of his hard
cock and balls. I tried to start licking on one of his egg size balls, but
Hank yelled out that I had to lick clean the rest of his body before I got
to suck on his cock and balls.

I then started to lick on his tight hairy stomach, the hair was so thick,
and that one could hardly see his skin under it. I felt like a cat licking
its' fur.  His abdomens were as hard as a rock, with little to no fat to
soften them. Once I got to his pectorals I couldn't wait to lick and suck on
his big nipples. I couldn't believe how big and firm his manly breasts were,
as contrasted to the softness of his nipples. I sucked on his large nipples.
It didn't take long for them to be as hard as his cock. Hank told me to bite
on them, that he could take it. So I mildly bit down on them. Hank screamed
out, "Oh yes! Chews on those nipples!" It was obvious that his was a big
turn-on for him, so I kept sucking and chewing on them for minutes. I then
worked my tongue over to his armpits. This was the area I couldn't wait to
get to. For weeks I had dreamed of the day I could press my face into his
dank pits and suck out all of its manly scent. Hank didn't let me down; his
pits were incredibly strong smelling and wet. I held my face in his pit for
a couple minutes, drunk from the smell. Hank grabbed my head and told me to
clean out his furry pits. The taste of them was even better than the smell;
I was so glade that there were two of them.

Once I had cleaned out all of the sweat from his pits, I then went to lick
his face. Hank suddenly grabbed my face and pulled me off. He sneered at me
and said "I'm no fucking faggot, so don't run your tongue near my face!"
Unflinchingly, I then moved down and tried to suck on his cock. Hank grabbed
me again by me hair and jerked me away, yelling out, "I didn't say you could
suck on my cock yet! You're not done cleaning me up! You get down there and
clean up my asshole, NOW! You fucking butt muncher!" I had done some things
to Hank that just a few weeks ago I would never even have considered doing
to anyone, but I had never thought about licking anyone's asshole, even
Hanks. I had some apprehension about licking his asshole. Hank then rolled
onto his side and lifted up his leg high into the air. With him still
holding securely onto my hair, he pushed my face right up against his sweaty
asshole. His butt was amazing, it was completely cover in dark hair and his
butt hole was a very dark pink color. The smell was intense but not foul. I
took a few seconds to take in the smell and then I stuck out my tongue and
aimed it right straight for his puckered hole. It was so smooth and soft;
the taste was not too bad. I licked it till it was completely wet with my
spit. I rubbed my face against his hole as I licked it. His furry butt felt
so good to me. Hank kept holding my head down against his butt. "This is
what you fags like isn't it. Sucking on dirty assholes!" Hank said rubbing
my face harder against his moist soft hole. I tried several times to push my
tongue up into his ass, but his hole was closed too tight. I tried as hard
as I could to get him to open his hole, but he never once let my tongue
reach the insides of his hole.

After several minutes of Hank pressing my face into his butt as I sucked on
it, he finally let me come up for air. "You did a really good job at that,
now you can have what you really want, cock sucker!"  Hank said as he pushed
my face into his groin. His cock was already rock hard. I took my hand and
pried his stiff cock away from his hairy belly and aimed it for my cock
hungry mouth. It already tasted so good. The inside of his foreskin was full
of pre-cum. I pushed my tongue under the foreskin and licked out all of the
pre-cum I could find. There was so much, it was almost like he had already
came inside of it. Inside I flicked my tongue around until I found his piss
hole. As fast as I licked off the pre-cum coming out of it, the more that
followed. It tasted so sweet and salty; I couldn't get enough of it. Hank
then pushed my head down harder. His cock started to slid down into my
throat. He kept pushing my head down so that his rigid cock would slide
further into my throat. I didn't know if I could take it, his cock was
totally filling up my throat. It was very trying not to let his big cock
chock me. I wanted to please Hank and take it all the way down. He then told
me, "Come on queer boy, anyone can lick a cock, only real cock suckers can
take it down the throat!" I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it, but then
it happened. His spit-covered cock finally slid down my throat as far as it
could. His heavy hairy balls lay on my chin. I held my breath as he slid his
cock back and forth in my stretched out throat. The tears were streaming
down my face as he held my head and told me, "Yah! Suck my fat cock, you
faggot!"  Every once in a while, I would get a chance to catch some air.
Hank kept plowing away, holding my head by my ears. Hank was in total
control. I could feel his cock getting really hard and thick. I was getting
less and less air, almost to the point of where I thought I would pass-out.
Hank was panting harder and harder, as he cried out, "Oh yah! Come on
faggot; take that cock all the way down your throat! Your reward is about to
come!" Panting and panting, Hank then screamed out, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as
his cock finally unleashed its' giant load. At first I didn't even taste his
cum as his cock unleashed it straight down my throat, but Hank continued to
pump his cock. Each time he pulled it outwards a gush of cum would fill my
mouth. Hank kept pushing and pulling his cock up and down in my throat,
which was now cum coated. The swelling in his cock started to go down
somewhat, making it more comfortable. I had gotten so use to his cock in my
mouth, that I was really disappointed when he finally pulled it out of my
throat and mouth. I savored the sweat cum that he had left in my mouth.

Hank lay motionless in his bed, with his eyes close. His cock was still
hard, pressed firmly against his belly. Cum was oozing out of his
foreskin-covered cock. A big puddle was forming were his cum was draining
right straight into his belly button. I lie on his bed; face down, as I
caught my breath. I didn't know what to say or do at this point. I was
thinking about licking up the puddle of cum his cock was creating. Hank then
abruptly reached over and slid his hand down under my underwear. He slid his
hand down until his middle finger found my hole. Luckily, my butt had been
sweating from our heavy session, because without spit or lube, Hank jammed
his finger deep into my moist asshole. I loved to finger fuck my own hole,
so I was really in heaven to have someone else doing it, especially Hank.
Hank continued to play with my hole, pushing and probing into it, without
either of us saying a word to each other. I really felt special as Hank ran
his finger in and out. He then pulled his finger out and then forcefully
jammed two fingers into my hole at once. His large fingers were straining my
tight hole to open up for him. It was hurting, as he pushed them in, but I
knew from my own experience, that the pain hopefully wouldn't last long.
Soon enough he had both fingers all the way into my hole. He would spread
them out forcing my hole to open up even more for him. Hank then said,
"Looks like your ass could use something more in it." He then pulled his
fingers out of my ass and sat up in the bed. He grabbed my ankles and pulled
my legs straight up into the air. He held onto my legs, with only my
shoulders lying on the bed. Hank then grabbed my underwear and literally
ripped them completely off of me. I was totally naked in front of him for
the very first time. As Hank pushed my legs forward toward the bed as he
sarcastically remarked, "I see your little weenie likes this!" I was so
embarrassed! My small cock was rock hard, but it didn't come near to
comparing to the size of his large cum oozing monster.  With my legs now
pushed down towards my head, my butt was totally exposed upwards toward him.
Hank then stood up on the bed, placing himself right in front of my exposed
hairless white ass. He then reached down and spread my ass cheeks apart,
forcing my asshole to open up for him again. Once he had my hole open as far
as he could get it by stretching my cheeks apart, he then plunged his
fingers back into my hole, forcing it to open up even further. I couldn't
tell, but it felt like he now had three or four fingers in my ass. As he
roughly fucked my ass with his fingers, he spat on his cock and positioned
it with his other hand. As soon as he pulled his fingers out of my stretched
out hole, he plowed his hard cock directly down into it. I cried out in pain
as it relentlessly forced its way into my virgin hole. Stretching it like it
had never been stretched before. For a moment, the pain was so intense I
wanted for him to pull out and stop. I reached out to try to stop him from
driving it in any further, but I couldn't stop his might. He didn't stop
pushing until it was planted all the way down into my ass. It was
excruciating, but I was in euphoria just knowing that Hank was about to fuck
my ass with his big cock. Hank then again grabbed my legs by the ankles and
started to push and pull his cock in and out of my ass. He didn't give me
the chance to get use to the intruder. His massive balls were pounded on my
ass as he fucked me. I was astounded at how quickly my ass started getting
use to being stretched out like it had never been before. Hank kept slamming
his cock back and forth, and in and out of my ass. He was panting and
groaning as he did so, looking straight ahead at the straight porno playing
on the television. My cock was so hard that it hurt, it was desperate to
unleash its' load. I remember thinking, "I wish he would just reach down and
jack me off a little." I knew I was very close to cumming. Hank never once
looked at me as he was fucking my asshole. He wasn't concerned with my
pleasure; all he really cared about was getting his fucking rocks off again.
  Then all of the sudden, with his cock still plowing in and out of my ass,
my cock started to unleash a stream of pre-cum. With my cock bouncing around
as he brutally fucked my ass. The pre-cum was flying in every direction.
Some even landed on Hanks arm. With almost the look of disgust on his face,
he quickly wiped it off. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls
and prostate. I was about to reach up and jack myself off, when all of the
sudden my cock went into its own orgasmic fit. I couldn't control myself as
I screamed out loud in pleasure. Cum started to spray out of my cock and all
over me on its own. Most of it landed straight onto my face and mouth. It
was the first time I tasted my own cum. I could then feel Hank's cock
swelling even larger, stretching my rectum to the point were I thought it
was going to burst. Sweat was pouring down his body, making his fur stick to
his body. His panting got heavier as he continued to plow into my ass. His
eyes were still glued onto the porno video. I could hear the guy on the
video scream put that he was about to dump his load up the bitch's shit
hole!  Hank then yelled out "Here it comes you fucking cum dumpster
bastard!" I could actually feel his load jet out of his cock and fill up my
ass. Hank held my legs as he slammed the last few thrusts into my now
extremely tender ass. I laid there in total ecstasy, knowing that this hot
man had just filled my ass up with his cum. Hank let go of my legs. His cock
literally popped out of my asshole and swung straight up against his hard
belly. He stood on his bed for a moment with his eyes closed, cum still
slowly excreting out of his cock. He then announced, "OK, time for you to
leave my room faggot! But remember, you still owe me boy if you don't want
me to tell your mother you're a queer!" I got up and walked out of his room
naked not saying a word. My face was covered with the smell of his sweat and
his sticky cum was dripping down my legs. I was glad he thought he had this
knowledge I was gay to use against me. Whenever my mom was out of town, Hank
kept my throat and ass filled with his cum.

Thank you for reading my story, I hope I was able to help you shoot your
load! I love getting emails from around the world letting me know what they
thought of my writing. So if you get a chance, send me one. I also like
hearing from other nifty authors.  You can reach me at:
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My other stories on Nifty are:

'What That Surfer Did To Me On The Beach'  Aug 2001,  (look under) Gay /
Encounters
'Showering With Uncle Jake'    Aug 2001,   Gay / Incest
'If Sister Only Knew'  Jun 2001,   Gay / Adult-friends
'My Unexpected Sexual Discovery"  Sep 2001,   Gay / Camping