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It's my first attempt at a story and is dedicated to the Nifty author Muscle Daddy Bear, whose unmatched erotic fiction and encouragement have inspired me to try my own. Comments are welcome: lovebigburlybears@gmail.com. ##### "Let me get this straight," the big bear of a janitor said. "You're skipping class because you're tired? Come on, boy, you need a better excuse than that to fool ole Gunner." He took a sip from his styrofoam cup of coffee and looked at me knowingly. From where I lay under the covers, I smiled at the janitor with more than a little cunning. Being a bit of a late bloomer, I had just started to feel the thrill of playing with myself, and I had taken the whole day alone in my dorm room to masturbate. I had heard from the other boys about shooting my load, and I was determined to do it. As a seventeen year old boarding student, though, I wasn't supposed to be in my dorm room during the day. Gunner had opened the door to my room to mop the floor and caught me laying on my bed, furiously stroking my young dick. Gunner and his assistant Jimmy worked at the Montana school I attended. They were considered "the help" by the other teachers. Since the janitors didn't like being looked down on, they really didn't care about the school rules. To be honest, they were all usually pretty stupid rules anyway! Gunner was more interested in horsing around with us boys. Which is why we all liked him. Besides, it was springtime and everyone bent the rules this time of year. It was in the air. I had always been drawn to the janitor, whose real name was Mr. Gunman. I couldn't put my finger on why, though. It was probably because he was so physical with me when nobody showed me any affection as a kid. My parents were busy with their professional lives, and if they weren't at work, they were socializing with their friends in Beverly Hills. Their friends were all big name actors and theater types. I did not have a lot of experience with mature blue-collar men like Gunner and Jimmy. When they showed me their mini porno pamphlets (crudely drawn photocopied affairs that they called "fuckbooks"), or asked about whether I'd "eaten pussy yet" or "banged a hot piece of ass", I felt embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. It was like they were letting me in on a secret. The big janitor loved to horse around, to pick me up and throw me over his back and give me Chinese rope burns or noogies. I remember one time Jimmy and Gunner tackled me and dragged me into the maintenance closet where the mops and brooms were stored. Jimmy put me in a headlock and had me unable to move. Gunner lumbered towards me with a leer and opened his broad muscled arms that boasted a thick coating of golden hair. His shirt sleeves were ripped off at the shoulder, and a faded Indian ink tattoo wrapped around his massive right bicep. I must have looked terrified, because he burst out laughing. When picked me up and turned me upside down like a sack of flour I started laughing, too. He held me up by the legs, and my head landed face-down in his belly, my nose and mouth pressed against his stomach. He jerked my body up and down in a big bear hug. "I got you now, kid!" I found my face pressed into what I thought was a rough undershirt. Then I understood that it was his belly. His bare, very hairy, belly. With the motion of his roughhousing, his shirt had bunched up and pulled out of his pants. My throat went dry. A carpet of coarse hair scratched against my face and I could smell Gunner's skin, almost like cedar, and something else, something adult and musky and masculine. Seemingly on its own, my mouth opened and I felt tasted this adult man's body hair against my lips and tongue. Unaware of what was going on in my head, he laughed and held me still for a few seconds with my face pressed into his ample stomach. Then, like a bear with a trout, he shook me playfully from side to side, unknowingly using his own motions to drag my mouth across his fur. I don't know if it was the blood rushing to my head from being upside-down or my pounding heart, but I felt like I was going to pass out. Then it was over. I was standing back on my feet, my knees week. "You're such a scrawny thing," he said. "I could probably pick up three of you!" he said. He was right, too. He was a big man, and despite my age, I was still only 110 pounds. In that moment, with my tousled brown hair and blue eyes, I must have looked like a trembling faun. He rubbed my head and told me had to get back to class. ##### Having just caught me skipping school to jerk in my room, the janitor stood in the doorway deep in thought. He took another sip from his cup of coffee and fixed me with that stern, warm look of his which always made me melt a little. Gunner was a tank of a man in his mid-fifties with a boxer's crooked nose set between light brown eyes. Solid like an ox, he stood at about five foot eight inches and must have weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. He had a broad barrel chest that strained the buttons of his flannel shirt and from his neckline sprouted a thicket of chestnut-brown hair. His belly spilled out over the top of his Levis like over-proofed dough. I could tell from the threadbare patch of denim on the right inner thigh of his jeans that he usually stored something big there. He ran his thick fingers through his beard and nodded at me. "I've got some cleaning to do around here, but I'll be back to check on you." He threw me one of his winks and closed my door. I collapsed back on the bed, relieved. I took my six-inch cock back out. It was still hard. But before I could resume stroking, the door opened again and Gunner poked his head back in. "And remind me, I have something to show you." Then he was gone. An hour later, after jerking myself with no relief, I had to pee. The dorm bathrooms were down the hall. I pulled my shorts on and walked down to them. It was one of those older setups, with four open urinals with no dividers and a step down to a sink. Just as I started to let loose, I heard the bathroom door banged open. "Ho ho! What do we have here? Someone's feeling better?" a familiar voice boomed behind me. I turned around and there was Gunner, grinning in the doorway. "I, uh, just had to pee then I'm going back to my room." He shrugged. "Nothing wrong with that," he said and moved to let the bathroom door shut behind him. "When you gotta go, you gotta go." My flow was finishing and I started to shake my penis dry. "But actually," Gunner said, "Taking a leak my not be a bad idea. I may as well drain mine while I'm here. Coffee goes right through me." As he strode up to the urinal beside me, his tree-trunk thighs pushed out the bloated pouch in his jeans lewdly. His bare tattooed arm bumped against me as he unzipped his jeans. I got a heady hit of his dizzying body smell. I tried to watch what he was doing without turning my head. He fished inside his pants for a few seconds and hauled out what looked like a rolling pin. From the side it was difficult to see clearly, but something long and thick was definitely hanging out of his pants. He groaned theatrically and I heard his heavy stream hit the water. "Fuuuuuck that's nice" he said while he emptied his bladder. I stared hard at my own dick. My flow had dried up. I should leave and go back to my dorm room, I thought. But I couldn't. I had to get a better look at what made that big bulge in his pants! I risked what I thought would be a quick glance and did a double-take, completely taken with what I saw. Hanging out of the fly of his jeans was seven inches of fat meat as thick around as my wrist. The soft wide tuber was slightly darker brown than the rest of his pale skin, and it was covered with thick cowl of foreskin that bunched up over the fat head, not quite covering it and leaving a small eye about the size of a penny. From the middle of the eye his piss slit jetted a golden stream. His was the first uncircumcised penis I'd ever seen and with the combination of the unknown and the sheer size of his genitals, my eyes must have popped out of my head. He looked over at me while and I tried to drag my eyes off of his magnificent manhood to meet his gaze. It was hot as hell in the bathroom and I could see his forehead had a few droplets of sweat on it. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked, with a wink. I looked back down stupidly, spellbound by the raw power of such a big adult cock. My mouth hung slightly open and I think I involuntarily licked my lips when I saw that there were golden hairs all around the base forming a thick nest of pubic hair. "I, uh..." Gunner chuckled. "You what, boy?" "I just, uh..." "`You just uh?'" he said, mimicking my thin teenager voice. "Say what's on yer mind!" My voice felt barely audible, like I was trying to speak into a wind tunnel. "Well, I guess I never seen one like that before," I finally got out. "Like what?" he asked. The sound of his piss hitting the water and the potent manly smell coming from his underarms were really starting to get me horny. The contact where our arms still touched was like electricity. I don't know if he noticed it or not but he did not pull away. I felt a creeping warmth spread from the top of my head to my neck. "Your, um...thing?" I said, with a slight wince. I looked up at him. "My `thing'? Would you speak Engli - oh, ho ho, wait, you mean this?" he asked, and crudely shook the fat prick in his hand. He was looking directly at me and I was looking directly at his crotch. His flow was starting to lessen. "You never seen an uncut cock before, boy?" I shook my head. The way he was talking about his own piece made my dick start to tingle and thicken. I stuffed myself back in my shorts and stepped down to wash my hands at the sink, just below his urinal. I could sense his cock was almost directly in my line of sight, a little above eye level. "Well, it's just like yours, I reckon. Still works the same. Just has an extra layer on it!" Gunner said. His voice dropped a little. "See?" I looked up to see him skinned himself back with his thumb and forefinger. The thick folds gathered behind the ridge of his head. Then he very deliberately and very slowly moved his fingers forward and the skin popped over the ridge and wrapped around the head again. He pulled it up to completely cover the tip, forming what looked a snout. He pulled back and repeated the motion, looking down at himself while he did it. My heart was skittering in my chest as this bear of a man showed me his most intimate body part. He shook the last drops of urine into the urinal and then glanced up at me. His voice lowered further. "You wanna see it closer, guy?" I was too nervous to respond. He spoke up loudly, breaking some of the tension. "Aww go on. You can take a good look if you want. Nothing to be ashamed of, son. I know y'aint never seen a real man's piece before. If you're curious, I'm not gonna stop ya." With his hands on his hips, Gunner gestured at his crotch with his head. I tentatively moved up the two steps and crouched down before him on the bathroom floor. The sharp disinfectant smell of the urinal mixed with his piss and body scent. Though I wanted to touch him, I didn't dare. I just fixed my eyes to his massive meat, hanging lewdly out of his buttoned-up jeans. My eyes took in every detail: the way his pubes grew almost half-way up the shaft, the wide middle trunk of the shaft itself, and the rubbery thick skin folds that wrapped around the ridge of his cockhead. His rosy slit was gleaming. He looked down at me. "Don't worry, aint nothing queer about seeing what another guy's piece looks like. Especially if you've never seen an uncut one. And since you're missing school today, I may as well teach you somethin', right boy?" I nodded dumbly. My eyes roved upwards, taking in his big belly and beard and inked biceps. His eyes twinkled with amusement. As if in response to my ogling, his flaccid member twitched. "It's just a part of the human body. I don't know why they cut the skin of you kids these days. It's a shame." Inches from my face, he absent-mindedly rolled his thumb around the cock head, then inserted it inside the ample foreskin. The shape of his thumb slid around under the loose skin. When he slid it back out, his hairy knuckle was shiny and wet. Lust was beginning to replace fear as I realized that I wanted to taste this man's penis more than anything else in the world. I wanted to take his straight cock in my mouth and pleasure him. I was rock hard. Gunner smacked his forehead with his other hand. "I almost forgot! There's something else I wanted to show you!" >From his back pocket he pulled out a little booklet with some drawings or diagrams on it. "Have you ever seen my latest fuckbook?" I shook my head, still unable to take my eyes of his cock. His hands were busy with the booklet but his cock almost looked like it was thickening! I couldn't be sure though. My own cock was busy leaking over my leg. "Well, it's a book with all the different sex positions in it. Blowjobs, missionary, doggie, and the like. Do you know about those?" "Yeah" I said thickly. "My friends and I looked at my dad's porn magazines." My uncle kept his Penthouse and Playboy and Swedish Erotica magazines in his basement bathroom and I had spent many hours going through them over the last year. Sometimes the pages were stuck together with old loads. That spring, I'd even found a spread that still had my uncle's wet cum on it. "This one here is my favorite" the burly janitor said. He held the drawing down to show me. It was a drawing of a woman with two big-cocked hairy men that looked like lumberjacks. One had his dick in her ass and one in her pussy. "Aint nothing like spit-roasting a gal with a buddy! And then having her suck yer cock." Gunner's own cock was waking up in front of me. I slowly settled down onto my knees while he talked. With my nose so close to his crotch, I caught the rich, musky smell of his manhood. I was high on the sight and scent of of him. "Me and Jimmy got one broad last week. Ho ho! She took my whole piece, which not many people can do." With this he hefted himself proudly. The head must have been a full two inches thick, even at the blunt tip! Clear liquid had gathered in the natural pool that his foreskin created. "We'd had a couple of drinks and smoked a joint and I knew that she was good to go. She kept staring between m'legs like she hadn't eaten in a week. As soon as I pulled it out, she swallowed it all down and vacuumed a big load out of me." The thought of doing that to him made me moan. "What's that, boy? You say somethin'?" he asked. "You do know what a load is, right?" He sounded like he was uncertain if he should continue so I shook my head no. I wanted to see if he'd explain more so I'd have more time learning about uncircumcised penis. Gunner frowned and scratched his belly. He pulled the flannel shirt tails out of his pants and itched real good, showing off his hairy ample stomach that I had had in my face just two weeks ago. The fur that I'd run my mouth across was so thick that I couldn't even see his skin. It was just a carpet of golden brown hair covering his big belly. He ran his fingers through it while he talked and it sounded like he was rubbing sandpaper. "I think my wife's using a new detergent" he said absently. "Anyway, yeah...so I thought you knew what a load was? I could swear I saw you pullin' on your pud earlier in your room. But if you don't know, just jerk the head of your prick real fast and it should feel pretty good. You'll get a cum soon if ya do that." I put on my best disappointed face and looked up at him glumly. "Whats wrong, buddy?" he asked. "I've tried, Gunner. I'm not sure I know what to do. It's really frustrating". It was hard to look sad with this bear's thickening penis and furry stomach so close to my face. "Ah shit, you spoiled rich kids don't know nothing!" He pushed down on his cock , annoyed by the thought of a teenager not knowing how to ejaculate yet. The rumpled foreskin pushed up over the head and closed completely for just a second, then the skin lips parted, a milky bubble forming in the space between them. More goo oozed out of his crimson slit and gathered in the natural pool formed by the folds. The bubble popped and coalesced into a heavy drop that slid from the tip of his cock in a lazy string, drooling down about an inch from the head. Hypnotized, I jerked back to reality when he spoke. "You really haven't started already? You're definitely old enough, that's for sure. Hell, I started at eleven." My boner was straining against my leg inside my shorts. He was either intentionally ignoring it or he was totally oblivious. "Nope, I haven't," I told him. "Is it fun?" He shook his head in amazement. "Yessir, it sure is. Nature will take over and it should shoot off right quick at your age. I don't think I should have to explain much more, if you know what I mean." His penis started to shrink, the skin scrunching back like an accordion. He made like he was going to tuck in his shirt and zip himself back up, like we'd gone too far. It seemed like the incredible moment was going to end when an idea dawned on me. "Wait, so whaddya mean exactly?" I asked, with a puzzled look on my face. "Am I just supposed to rub it like I'm washing it?" "Aww shit, boy," he said. "You should know what to do. It's instinct for all us men!" He looked down at me crouched before him with my young face inches from his penis. My blue eyes searched his and something seemed to give way in him. He lowered his voice, put one hand on my shoulder and peered at me intently. "Is ole Gunner gonna have to show you how to beat your own damned meat?" For a moment there was no sound except for the fluorescent bathroom light. When I finally spoke, my voice cracked slightly. "Could you....I don't know...maybe show me?" As soon as I asked, his prick started to unfold again, the head pushing its way out of its warm folds. He grunted and took his hand off of my shoulder. His thick hairy fingers wrapped around as much of his uncircumcised log as he could hold. The tip was about half visible now, with another milky bubble forming on his slit. The string of liquid was still dangling, about twice as long now, still with a heavy drop at the end. "I'll show you what to do, and then you go take care of yourself, okay?" Still on my knees in front of him, I nodded. "Watch real close. Now I'm gonna show you the technique, but I'm not gonna actually get m'self off. That wouldn't be right. But here's how you do it for future reference." Gunner moved his other hand up and down his flaccid cock. After a few strokes, he frowned. "Well, I guess can't show you right if I not hard," he said and looked around as if there was something nearby that might help him get hard. "But no farther than that, boy. I know what happens when you horny teens get excitable and I ain't that way. But I don't mind teaching ya, since nobody else has taken the time." I nodded eagerly. He licked his lips and his rising cock swung lazily in front of him. He squeezed his hairy fingers around the hairy base, his hands barely able to form a C around it because it was so fat. Within a few seconds he had stroked it to at least nine inches long and as thick as my forearm. The liquid string of precum had become a wide rope that was thrillingly close to my lips. I could see that his head was starting to really get a shine it. Back and forth he moved his big paw, sliding the skin sheath all the way over his head then pulling it all the way back again. "So do you think you get the idea, boy? Or do you need to see more?" he asked, his voice not quite as stern as before. I slipped my hand into my shorts and tried not to be too obvious as I imitated his movements on myself. I kept my eyes riveted to his dick. "Do you mind just showing me a little more? I think I get it but I wanna be sure." Fully hard now, the big janitor closed his eyes and settled into his masturbating his mature donkey dick in my face. "Okay, okay, but...make sure you pay attention so I don't gotta do it again." He let his head fall back. The thick strand of precum swayed closer to my face. It couldn't have been more than an inch away. "You see how I'm stoking the head, son? Watch how I out a little extra pressure there on the top." He milked the head and more of his cock drool emerged from his foreskin. "Oh yes, I definitely see," I replied. "Is that what makes that stuff come out?" When he wasn't looking, I darted my tongue out and scooped the gooey strand right out of the air and into my mouth, pulling more of his nectar with it. It was slippery and warm and tasted entirely of man. I slid it all over my teeth and the insides of my cheeks with my tongue, coating as many of my taste buds as I could with what little I had. Another groan escaped my lips. I had to have more. With his free hand Gunner dug his furry nuts out of his jeans and adjusted them. He rolled the swollen eggs between his thumb and forefinger, then made a fist and pulled down lightly on the whole hairy bag. When he did this, precum pulsed out of his puffy slit and down the sides of his shaft like a garden hose that wasn't fully turned off. His foreskin was soaked and it made a sloppy wet noise when he fisted it up and down. "Uh, buddy? I'm gonna need to take a break." he said, his voice raspy and weak. His forehead had broken out into a full sweat. He put one hand on my head to steady himself, but he didn't stop masturbating his adult cock in my teenage face. His body gave a little shudder and he muttered something about how long it had been since he shot a load. "I think I almost get it. Gunner. Just show me a little bit more?" He grunted and his bloated prick fattened and turned darker still, the sopping wet foreskin all slick with his drooling juices. The head seemed almost twice the size. The thick skin folds could barely get around the ridge it now. They bunched up behind it, covered in white froth. While he gathered momentum, ropes of wetness were flying off his meat and and hitting me in the face. The ones that missed my face landed on my cock, slicking it up. The bathroom stank of sex. My face was close as I dared get to him, so close that his giant mule dick surely felt my ragged breath on it. "Did you feed your load to the girl you fucked last week?" I asked. He moaned and looked down at me, curling up his lip lewdly at the memory of getting his cock sucked. "Fuck yeah, boy, you know it. I fed her my dick then she swallowed my load," he snarled. Gunner closed his eyes again and leaned forward, still supporting himself with his hand on my head while he pleasured himself. His cock briefly smeared across my cheek and upper lip, leaving a gooey wet trail. "Oh fuck, I gotta." he said. His big balls were pulling up tight now, hugging the base of his hairy dick. "Can you show me the stuff you fed her?" I whispered to his cock. I had my own out now and was jerking with him. I licked hungrily at the milky stream he'd smeared on my lip. What I couldn't reach with my tongue, I scooped up with my hand, greedily licking it from my fingers like a kid with a melting ice cream cone. He fisted himself hard and fast. "Fuck, boy, I think I'm gonna -- awwwrrrrr" He grabbed the sides of my head and and bellowed like a boar. His piss slit gaped wide open and bloomed thick white milk. The intensity of the impending orgasm made him stumble forward, forcing a good two inches of his fat dripping bull meat into mouth. Instinctively, my lips closed around the head just in time for the first blast of thick adult cum. His eyes widened in protest. I slid my tongue right into the foreskin and suctioned half of his fat meat down my throat without missing a beat. The second shot hit the back of my throat. Using my tongue, I coated the hairy shaft with whatever I didn't swallow. I pulled him out while I pumped him. Gunner's swollen prick and foreskin folds were sloppy with cum and drool. My body began to shudder and still the janitor struggled to pull me off of his dick. More semen was pumping out of him as his orgasm crested again. Fuck it, I thought. I pushed my head down on his cock and took as much of it as I could. "What the - NO- you shouldn't be--" He tried to push my head away from him but the lower half of his body seemed uninterested in stopping and his crotch buried itself in my face. Three-quarters of his big tube eased inside me just in time to taste the several more shots of his sweet-salty cum. My hot mouth was now slick with his cream, just a sloppy sleeve of flesh for his pole. I moaned and started to deep-suck him with all I had as he blew more of his jizz into me. Gunner gasped. His resistance vanished. With my head in the vice of his meaty paws, he jammed his entire cum-lathered meat into me, his balls noisily slapping my chin. I was unable to breathe but I didn't care. His massive pole stretched my throat, pushing it wider and wider to accommodate his bloated girth as he fed me. I saw myself in the sink mirror and it looked like I had a length of thick plumbing pipe lodged in my throat. Gushing hot cum backed up into my tonsils and nose and leaked out the sides of my obscenely strained lips. I felt my own cock spasming madly in my hand as he fed me a seemingly unending stream of semen directly from his bull nuts. His orgasm must have gone on for a full minute. Soon I heard voices of the other kids in the hall but I didn't care if anyone saw me. I nursed Gunner's prick until there was no cum left on it, cleaning out every bit of white goo from inside the folds of his foreskin and using my tongue to scoop up the stuff that had leaked out onto his hairy sac. When he finally opened his eyes, his hands were still dug into the sides of my head and his face was red from exertion. There was a big pearly shot of cum on his jeans. With a slow and deliberate movement, he scooped it up with his thumb. Looking around for something to wipe it on, his eyes found nothing. Those gentle brow eyes finally came to rest on me. He sighed. "Jesus, kid," he said, looking away. Yet he still pushed the pearly-white glob into my mouth. I crudely slurped the cock juice from his thumb. When he pulled me to my feet, I was barely able to stand. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My young face was covered in a lather of saliva and semen and snot. Gunner zipped himself up and cleared his throat. "You should get yourself cleaned up," he said, "and I should get back to cleaning."