Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2024 18:53:10 +0100 From: Steve Brann Subject: Carpentry Merit Badge Carpentry Merit Badge I am in my forties now, but when I was 13 and in the Boy Scouts I went over to a merit badge counselor's house to get my Carpentry Merit Badge. I was sent there by my scoutmaster. He told me "Mr. Smith is an excellent carpenter and a long time merit badge counselor. He has taught many boys all about carpentry and then some." I would later find out about the "and then some..." Mr. Smith, was in his early fifties, had the rather look of a big grizzly bear with his 6'2" height, shaggy jet black hair and full beard streaked lightly with grey, barrel chest, and thigh-sized arms hanging from cannonball shoulders. As a carpenter, he had big dusty round-toed work-boots, worn jeans, and a denim work-shirt tucked in with a well-worn belt. He had a quiet air about him that seemed neither stern nor friendly. That with his beard, towering stature, and bulldozer physique, left him intimidating for me. I couldn't help staring. The man was covered in thick curls of dark hair and could have easily passed for Tom Selleck. That wasn't all that grabbed my attention. His arms, shoulders, chest, and forearms weren't just big...they were heavily muscled. Wide and curved away from his frame, big muscle flowed from one part of his body to the next. Mr. Smith looked into my soul with his eyes. "For your Carpentry Merit Badge, you are going to build a wooden scaffolding that will hold a sling. I will show you later what will be going in the sling. " Over the next several afternoons we worked on the scaffolding. I was mesmerized by him and I was willing to do whatever he told me to do. One afternoon as he was bending over me, he grabbed my face and put his mouth on mine and began to kiss me. I felt myself getting hard as we kissed, and when Mr. Smith began to run his hands through my hair, kissing me deep, it made me melt into his strong arms. His tongue thrust back and forth raping my mouth. He abruptly broke the kiss off leaving me panting. Mr. Smith stared at me with his hypnotizing gaze as he took off his shirt, exposing his beautifully sculpted torso. He took my hands and placed them on his chest. I ran my hands over Mr. Smith's hard, ripped hairy pectoral muscles, rubbing my thumbs over his nipples in slow circles that made him moan a deep growl in his throat. After I did that, He pushed me to my knees in front of him. I began running the palms of my hands on his hairy skin and over his hard six-pack, feeling the trail of hair that led from his bellybutton down to his hard cock, which I could see clearly now, straining against the fabric of his jeans, its outline begging for me to touch it. I grabbed his cock through his jeans, squeezing on it, following its shape with my fingers. I rubbed it, pressing hard against it with my right hand, while with my left I began to unbuckle Mr. Smith's belt, fumbling with it a little until Mr. Smith helped me undo it and then unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. Seeing that, I pulled his jeans down below his knees, and now all that stood between me and Mr. Smith's huge cock was fabric of the briefs he was wearing. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his crotch, breathing in Mr. Smith's smell and using my lips to follow shape of his cock through the briefs. I kept going until I felt a wet spot on the fabric near the tip of Mr. Smith's cock, where his precum had begun to soak through. That was my cue. I yanked his underwear down, and his cock sprang forward, fully erect. When Mr. Smith's big piece of male meat came into view, it was clearly over ten massively thick inches of rigid cock. I'd seen magazines before, some that had men along with women. But, none where the men had anything between their legs like the huge slab of flesh jutting out in front of me now. The thick soft veiny skin that covered Mr. Smith's sturdy shaft continued over the flaring ridge of the doorknob-sized head that made up nearly four inches of the full length. Only a fourth of the tip lay revealed in front of me. The outline of the bulky brute underneath was thrown out in such high relief, it explained why the foreskin aspect hadn't shown through the outline of it swinging inside Mr. Smith's shorts on previous occasions. I'd only seen a couple of un-cut cocks at the gym in school, but always thought they looked odd. On Mr. Smith, it made his cock look especially mysterious, masculine, and hefty. One thick vein curved off center from the left up from the base to the edge of that huge slab of meat before it slimmed out just before then edge of his foreskin. It branched out in irregular directions that crisscrossed with those stemming from another large vein that angled up from just under the other side of the big cock's proud width. Like the heavy hood of foreskin, those veins only made Mr. Smith's cock look even more powerful and exciting. It was darker than the rest of the tall burly and muscular man in front of me. Though all the hair over his body hid most of the skin underneath, it was clear that the hulking bulk of Mr. Smith's cock was a deeper brown than even his tanned arms and legs.Everything about the big man's big cock enthralled me...the slightly darker color, the over ten inch length, the tremendous girth, the slight upward curve, and the strong branching veins roadmapping mighty male meat. Mr. Smith did nothing to hurry me, and let me take my time simply staring in awe before moving my hand back up to explore the big straining meat by touch. I squeezed it with my hand, marveling in the three inch distance between my thumb meeting my fingers. It jerked and bobbed inches from my face. I let go and curved my fingers to "pet" it along it's thick ten inch underside, a thick tube the size of my middle finger ran from base to tip. Mr. Smith's wide meat jumped and bobbed again as a rumbling grunt came from above me and thick pearly white fluid pulsed from the tip and drooled down toward the floor. A hand reached for the back of my head and gently urged me forward. The broad drooling head reached my lips, wetness spread across them and dribbled down my chin. I panicked. I knew nothing about how to do this except for the jokes I'd heard about keeping teeth off it. Mr. Smith pressed forward and my mouth opened of its own accord. The thick head pushed at the same time as the big cock lurched upward and something thick and salty with a slightly tangy flavor flowed inside. It wasn't really a good or bad taste. The fact that it came from Mr. Smith's cock, though, left me wanting more. My lips stretched as far as they could go around the big man's extreme girth. I had to strain my jaw uncomfortably, but the discomfort held no comparison to the excitement of having the big man's cock inside my mouth. I only had my tongue to use and, not knowing what else to do, I slid and lapped it against the prominent tube running along the underside until I was rewarded with another thick flow of salty fluid into my mouth. Mr. Smith pressed farther and sank more of his muscular cock inside until it hit the back of my throat. He still pushed further and I had to reach up and around his wide hairy thighs for balance. A soft quiet groan met my ears and he eased that thick meat back out to the head before sliding back inside as far as it would go. His legs bent and then straightened as he pulled back out and then pushed back in again. My jaw still ached from keeping my teeth away while my tongue kept at its lapping and slurping of the thick hooded head inside. I pulled at it with my mouth, suctioning against the huge width especially when Mr. Smith would draw it back from my throat. With my tongue snaking over its surface, it darted unintentionally underneath the thick cowl of foreskin. My tongue felt tightly hugged inside Mr. Smith's velvety foreskin and the spongy flesh of his burgeoning cockhead. He stopped all movement with a deep rasping sigh and I began sliding my tongue left and right to caress and explore the doorknob sized head cloaked in its thick soft sheath of skin. Mr. Smith's free hand came down and grasped his thick hard veiny cock about midway down. Slowly, he pulled the skin over it farther and farther back as the hugging sensation on my tongue slid away and began to feel the full bulk of his meaty cockhead bared inside my mouth. The hand on my head slid to the back and became an immovable wall when Mr. Smith suddenly thrust against the back of my throat and slid past. I fought against the hand holding me in place as that huge cock shoved its way down into my throat and toward my stomach. I swallowed hard against it, trying to force it back out while unable to breath. That only seemed to incite him more, and he hunched his hips to bury himself more deeply into my throat. "AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH!" The ragged sounds came from above me in short gasping breaths. He pulled back out and left me with only a second to draw in a deep quick breath before cutting it off by thrusting back deep into my throat. I became left completely absorbed in the huge fat cock thrusting down my throat and filling my body as well as the big strong older hairy man behind it. The humongous cock shoving down my throat. That incredibly long, incredibly fat cock being hauled back out. Shoving inside. Pulling out. Shoving in. Pulling out. The hand at the back of my head holding me in a steel grip. The warm humid scent of sweating cock and balls flooding my lungs. Huge cock thrusting downward into me Pulling back out. Thrusting in. Stretching. Plunging. My head moved back and forth in smooth, repetitive motions as my lips slid over Mr. Smith's shaft. Soon it was slick with spit, and when Mr. Smith grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face forward, I didn't resist. I let him shove his cock down my throat, fighting against the urge to gag, and was rewarded when Mr. Smith moaned in satisfaction, taking his cock out only to shove it back down again. "Ack, ack ack, ACKK, ackk, glug, glug, glug..." went the obscene sound of my throat fucking. I took it for as long as I could, and as Mr. Smith began to get into the rhythm of it, his urgency seemed to grow--he became rougher, harder in his thrusts, until I gagged for real and I had to stop, still on my knees in front of him, panting for breath and wiping my lips with the back of my hand. Mr. Smith grabbed me by the shoulders and motioned for me to lie on my back on the garage floor. I complied, not even caring that the concrete was a bit cold. When I was ready, looking up at Mr. Smith's cock hanging right over my face, I saw him kneel down over me and drop down on all fours, facing my feet, as if we were about to do a 69 with him on top of me. That wasn't what he did, though. He grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it to my mouth. I opened up for him right away, and took his cock into my mouth in the new position. It was soon obvious Mr. Smith loved throat-fucking me this way. He began to shove his cock down my throat, and all I could do was lie there and take it, feeling how Mr. Smith's huge cock was able to go even deeper in this position. "Yeah," Mr. Smith whispered, his hips moving with short, hard thrusts. "Take it. Fuck yeah. You're so fucking hot, Rob." He used one of his hands to reach forward and began to caress my chest, although he couldn't reach very well. I tried to answer him, but the only sound I could make was a choked, muffled groan. He was going faster now, and my eyes began to water as I tried to stop from gagging on Mr. Smith's big, hard cock. I kept still for as long as I could, letting him fuck my face, but eventually I had to turn my head around, coughing, swallowing my own spit. Tears were streaming down my face. After a long breath, I was ready to go again. Mr. Smith worked my throat hard. At one point he pinned both my arms down with his hands, so I was completely at his mercy with his cock deep in my throat and his balls slapping against my face every time he thrust. My own cock was rock-hard, dripping precum, but I couldn't reach down and touch it. Not yet. Mr. Smith let me have it until he began to sweat, his damp body hair matting up in places. but then his hairy legs locked rigidly and shuddered under my hands as the big man in front of me pulled his cock back back and forth. Through the tears filling my oxygen deprived eyes, I caught his large hairy balls pulling up tight against his groin at the same time as his other hand reached down to join the other in clasping my head in front of him. Cum blasted inside my mouth...more cum than I thought humanly possible. It spurted from the corners of my lips and even out of both nostrils of my nose before I could swallow and landed in heavy pearly drops in the dense dark hair on either side of the wide base of the man's incredibly thick mule-dick. No sooner had I swallowed the first mouthful of cum, than that huge cock erupted another gallon of cum across my tongue. I swallowed fast this time and thought I was ready when the next bucket splashed inside. It still shot out of my nose and the corners of my mouth again! Over and over that big adult cock exploded thick hot cum in my mouth and over and over I hungrily swallowed the new taste to which I was becoming instantly addicted. Mr. Smith's cock was still slobbering heavy streams of salty thickness into my mouth when he pulled completely back. I thrust my tongue out in fast lapping action while he began using his hips to trace the line of my lips with the huge head of his copiously drooling cock. Mr. Smith growled at me "It is time to show you what is going in the sling! YOU!!!!" With that he got up off of me and went over to a crate in a corner of the garage. He pulled out a massive leather sling bristling with metal hoops, fasteners, stainless steel studs and other assorted rigging. I saw there were Velcro restraints that I would learn were for my ankles and wrists. The sling and it's rigging were hung by the metal hook he had taught me how to install on the scaffolding. Mr. Smith told me to get naked and get into the sling. I was excited, scared, but eager to learn all about and my imagination went wild with what was about to happen. I practically tore off my own clothes and jumped into the sling as Mr. Smith attached my wrists and ankles to the Velcro restraints. My legs were pulled up and my whole body was in a U position with my ankles up level with my wrists and my 13 year old anus exposed to Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith had positioned the wooden scaffold I had built directly over the drain in the garage. It had a large wide grate with bars an inch apart. Mr. Smith turned on the hot water in the utility sink and let it start getting warm. Then he took a hose with an enema tube attached to it and inserted it into my anus. I felt the warm water began to fill my colon and my stomach began to bulge and cramp. He pulled out the nozzle and I immediately began to expel the water along with the contents of my colon. Mr. Smith repeated this procedure 5 more times till the output from my 13 year old asshole was clear water. Mr. Smith took off the enema nozzle and sprayed down the floor and drain. I swayed back and forth with my asshole dripping water like a pendulum in a science museum. Mr. Smith pulled out a rubber Soviet-Style military gas called a GP-5. It was olive drab with a full form head covering and two round eye goggles with a hose attached at the mouth. Mr. Smith attached the hose to a machine that had several canisters of various gases to include oxygen, nitrous oxide, and amyl nitrite. Mr. Smith started with nitrous oxide to relax me and then began mixing it with popper gas until it was 100% poppers flowing into my mask. I had sniffed and huffed poppers before from a bottle my scoutmaster had given me. I had used them to popperbate to porn goon videos, and tolerated them well, but this was an assault on my senses, on my mind. My eyes burned, and tears streamed down my face underneath the mask. The Amyl Nitrate was taking over. I wanted to suck cock and get fucked by cock!!! The urge caused by the poppers was undeniable. At first I tried to control the effects, but more and more fumes permeated my blood vessels and brain. The effect on my 13 year old pubescent libido was profound. The poppers filled my lungs, my nostrils, my throat-then it began to roar through my bloodstream. My brain was lit on fire with thoughts with nasty sexual desires I could no longer contain. My brain screamed, and I could feel my neurons twisting, tangling, spreading out like spiderwebs and taking over my body. My cock, and anus were all super sensitive now. Reality was distorted and I was in another dimension. All my inhibitions were gone and I just wanted to be a hole for Mr. Smith to use. Mr. Smith brought me back to reality with a few minutes of pure oxygen. I did not want to leave the distorted dimension and was wanting to go back when I felt a prick in my arm. Mr. Smith was injecting with something he called Dexadrine. I could feel my heart racing from it and the pure oxygen I was receiving. What I did not see was what was about to happen next. Mr. Smith had taken a wooden paddle he had made here in his shop that was a beautiful piece of craftmanship and began to paddle y exposed 13 year old bottom! WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!!! I saw stars and my eyes began pour forth tears as I cried into the mask. The pain was exquisite as I sought to escape the onslaught. Several times, my balls got caught in the way and were crushed against my body. I was swinging all over the place from the force of the blows and I was blubbering for him to stop. Eventually, he did, with the paddle. A new horror of pain replaced the paddle as he took a Rattan cane and swings it in a figure eight above his head, making a vicious hissing sound. Mr. Smith pauses for an instant, and swings. The pain feels like a knife slicing through my buttocks. I gasp and let out a small moan. Then as the blow fades, there is an aftershock, a second pain, intense yet deeper, that seems to slice through me as if to cut off my legs. I cry out in both surprise and agony. With that, Mr. Smith strikes me a second time, which feels harder and nastier than the first. The pattern is the same - an instant blinding pain followed by an aftershock that rips through my entire body. There is something different this time, however. After the second wave of pain, I feel a warmth flowing up my spine - an afterglow after the aftershock. I feel the exhilaration of complete submission. It flows through every atom of my being. Mr Smith announces it is now "Goon-Time" and adjusts the breathing machine to start sending popper gas back to me in a stronger form this time. Again, my brain explodes with all of the capillaries in my circulatory system opening up. My heart feels as if it about explode out of my chest! I am gasping for breath but all I do is take in more poppers! That is when I feel the head of Mr. Smith's horse cock begin to open up my 13 year old anus. My sphincter resisted the large cock even with all the popper gas I was inhaling. Suddenly my poppered mind raced with the realization he intended to fuck me hard. All I could do was lie there and endure the rolling pain slowly pulsing through me. "Here..." Mr. Smith eased that rigid mass of meat and muscle from my hole, and released the hands above my head to place them on one thickly muscled and hairy forearm. Oh, fuck! Oh, JESUS! He was pushing in deeper! The dull pain filled me up like ice water filling my body up to my eyes. I began to cry. I couldn't fight or even squirm. I had no strength. All I could do was lie there and take more and more of Mr. Smith's massive bull-meat up into my ass. Inch after impossibly thick inch forced its way into my young slender body. By the time the coarse hair surrounding that thick monster cock crushed into my ass, I felt like I'd become nothing more than a human glove for Mr. Smith's hulking meat. The fullness inside me that somehow seemed to swell my heart. It battled with the ache that throbbed all the way past the base of my neck. I breathed in the toxic vapors as the machine hissed like a hospital respirator. The throbbing at my asshole began to slowly fade. My prick that had almost retreated to nothing twitched and began to fill back out. His thick bear hips eased back and hauled a few massively thick inches of hard ten inch cock from my body, and then thrust back inside in a demanding stroke that left me gasping out his name and raising my back up against his chest. "Call me Daddy." Mr. Smith said. "Daddy.." I breathlessly answered into the mask as my body began to relax again only to have him stroke a few inches of his big powerful cock from my hole and then thrust back in hard and deep again. "Daaaaaaddy!" Came from my throat, from deep within the center of my body where the broad head of huge horse cock lay lodged up deeply inside my stomach. I didn't even think about the word or what it meant. He told me to say it and that's all I could process lying underneath his strong hairy body impaled on the incredible flexing cock between his legs. He pulled away from me. His dark eyes and stubbled face looked down on me hard and questioning. Purposefully, Mr. Smith began slowly dragging his huge steely length and girth from inside my belly. My breath caught, gasped, choked, and panted as more and more of his massive meat throbbed against and rode across my widely stretched asshole. My hands pulled at the Velcro restraints on my wrists on either side of my head. "Uh, uh, uh, uh..." My quick panting turned to clipped and quiet cries when he began alternating short stabbing strokes back inward on his slow extraction of the heavy horse-cock between his muscled hairy thighs. Reaching the wide flange at the base of his meaty cock-head, Mr. Smith slowed his retreat further to where my hole stretched achingly wider over the hefty pounding flesh. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, God...oh, God...oh, God..." I twisted my rubber mask covered head left and right pulling the hose with it as my hole became even tighter and turning it into a firestorm of almost unbearable searing sensations. All light was blocked even with my eyes open. They were open but I was blinded by the poppered haze I was in as his battering ram cock tore up inside me with one earth-shattering thrust. "FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!" I yelled, feeling like a telephone pole had been shoved up inside me to the base of my neck. I imaged Mr. Smith as a Centaur with his horse shaped cock fucking into me. My poppered haze was making me hallucinate. "Oh, God..." I lay under him, heaving my body up against his chest and back down again, pressing my ass back against him and then relaxing back...all the while groaning and writhing in the feel of his huge cock buried deep inside me. I wanted to feel myself get what I needed from him and feel him get what he needed from me. I shuddered and let the strength drain from my legs and upper body as I felt pleasure all the way down to the base of Mr. Smith's throbbing steely width. He pulled back to just the flaring head and then drove back in. He thrust inside again, setting into a powerful rhythm of shoving his huge meat into me and then hauling it back out. His face ground against my chest, his beard scraping my tender skin. His mouth found one nub on my chest. His tongue swiped, lips pulled, and teeth nipped as I bucked and floundered over him...riding his deep thrusts wildly and mindlessly. Again and again, he drove deep and hard into me at the same time as attacking my chest with his wicked mouth. I couldn't take it. It was too much. I began yelling, groaning, and crying out. It was his arms crushing me against him. It was the bearded mouth terrorizing the nub of my smooth chest. It was my cock grinding up and down inside all the dense coarse hair of his stomach and chest. It was his huge baseball bat cock thrusting deep up into my stomach. It was my assring flowering open on that incredibly thick adult male meat as it destroyed my 13 year old hole. I arched and thrashed as cum exploded up from my balls and spewed in between us. As my tight hole clamped down on the long hard fat cock barreling in and out of me, Mr. Smith released my back and grabbed my hips with demanding and powerful hands to slam me on and off his huge jerking horse-dick. All at once, Mr. Smith's big strong hands held me there as his huge cock began leaping, jerking, and wrenching deep within my insides. That massive slab of adult meat seemed to twist and buck inside me as heavy jets of cum began rocketing out and heaving his thick jolts of explosive seed against the taut walls of my ass hugging and clutching his erupting cock. I howled and screamed into the mask...the feel of his huge meat blasting cum inside me tore at my mind every bit as much as the earth shattering flow of teenage cum bursting from my own prick. Cum from my asshole dripped down to the floor drain below us. Gasping and panting he rode out the ragged release exploding through both our sweat-soaked bodies. Mr. Smith pulled the rubber mask from my head. His breathing began to slow slightly, replaced by his thick mouth-filling tongue swiping, teasing, and stroking against my own. The kiss played out long and soothing as his body and mine slowly climbed down from their intense sexual exertion. "Jesus..." Mr. Smith sighed long and exhausted as he leaned forward to gently ease his cock out of me. "Easy, lil' buddy..." He quietly sat back and began hauling his fat monster cock from deep inside me with aching slowness. God, even his easing that huge cock of his from inside me set my body on fire once again. I wanted to taste his cum and my own ass from his cock. He couldn't possibly know what it felt like to me to have his big mature cock inside me...moving into me...and, moving out of me. It was if the steady retreat of that massive meat was tugging at every possible emotion inside me as well as further inflaming the tunnel of my ass deep within me and the tight ring resisting his massive departure. I gasped and writhed, throwing my head back, when his ten inch length finally reached the point where the wide beefy head forced my hole wider and then allowed it to slowly close as if in a kiss over the slope to his substantial piss slit. He rose to stand above me...dark, muscular, hairy, and sweaty at the same time as I did my best to clamp my distended hole down so I could keep his heavy load inside me. As much as I tried otherwise, all the thick cum dumped up into my belly began drooling in uncontrollable streams from my overly stretched asshole to the floor drain. "You have earned your merit badge" Mr. Smith told me as he began to release me.