Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2019 01:45:54 +0100
From: Johnny Manipulator <johnnymanipulator@gmx.com>
Subject: The Wrong Text, Part 5

The Wrong Text, part 5

By Johnny Manipulator.
johnnymanipulator@gmx.com


Bill was mortified when he realised he'd sent the text to his wrong
son. Sam. Ed. It wasn't unheard of to muddle them up. They were similar in
lots of ways. Same muscular build, broad of shoulder, heavy of rear. Both
with handsome, manly, reliable-looking faces. Both a little shy and
innocent compared to their more worldly mates. Perfect sons, he couldn't
wish for better. They'd both grown into good men. He was very proud.

It had been Danny who had provoked him, had altered the balance. Danny who
had changed the way he looked at Sam. That strange relationship they had,
those long weekends, the way that Sam had become more shy and withdrawn
since he had been hanging out with the older man. And then there were the
texts, the provocative images of Sam, naked, begging, his face red from the
huge club-like cock casting a shadow across is handsome, defeated face. The
strange, desperate demands. Mistaken texts for sure, but they did something
to Bill. They made him curious and question his thoughts. They made him
unaccountably aroused.

Bill had never really explored his sexuality. He'd travelled very far up
the road of being the dutiful husband, the heterosexual dullard, always
ignored as a sexual object. Boring reliable Bill. But there were thoughts
that kept him awake, that intruded on his perfectly boring days, his
sensible conversations, his matey chat. He had known since he was a
teenager that he'd been hugely, monstrously well endowed. It had always
been a bit of a turn-off for his girlfriends. More than anything he'd
fantasized about being fellated. This was something that had never
happened. He'd always been too gentle to insist, and no-one ever seemed
interested. But these pictures of Sam, these messages, they had reminded
him that these suppressed thoughts had grown over the years. What he
wouldn't do to be fellated like that. Like Danny was being fellated. By his
handsome twentysomething son, Sam.

Replying to these random texts he'd receive from Sam, and rarely, Danny,
made his head cloudy. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. It was
hard to get his huge unappreciated penis to go down. It was hard to stop
masturbating. Bill was all over the place. But he loved the illicit thrill
of it all. It had revealed a world to him he'd never imagined. Not a
homosexual world, he'd been aware people were gay and was fine with
that. More, it was the realization that people really liked sex, they
really went at it, they were consumed by it.

And so it was because of that muddle-headed, highly erotic state that he
somehow managed to send the wrong text.

- - -

Ed, Bill's older son, now nearing 30, a big muscular man in tight chinos
and sensible check shirt, was up a ladder. He and his younger brother both
still lived at the family home with their dad. He was trying to find a tent
belonging to his brother's workmate, a friendly, quiet, middle-aged man
called Nick, who was currently stood at the base of ladder holding it
steady. His technique was peculiar, Ed thought, but he didn't want to make
a fuss about it. Rather than holding the ladder Nick was holding on to Ed's
large round khaki-clad arse cheeks. It felt strange and intimate, but Ed
knew Nick didn't mean anything by it and he didn't want the man to feel
awkward.

The problem was, he couldn't find Nick's tent. In the end, he decided to
text his dad. `I've looked hard. All I can see is your tent.' he sent. He
didn't hear back straight away but didn't want to alarm Nick, so he kept
quiet. He stood there, head in the loft space, while below Nick stared
closely at the seat of his snugly fitting trousers, his hands clutching
onto those fat cheeks, gently wobbling them in the palms of his expert
hands. The seam of his khakis was stretched tight, as the fullness of his
out of proportion backside pushed against the soft cotton.

Eventually a reply came. It was a picture message. Typical dad, can't use
his phone properly. Ed clicked on it. He wobbled on the ladder in shock,
glad of Nick's firm hands clutching his fat arse. The picture was,
unmistakably, his dad's enormous cock. Unmistakably because the picture was
taken from below, and his dad's smiling face was grinning down, mostly
obscured by the vast size of his massive hard dick. Ed gulped, and shifted
on the ladder again. The hands on his arse gripped tighter, more in
control. He stared at his dad, the smile, his massive cock. Fuck! What was
going on here?

Who did his dad think he was sending this picture to? Now he had seen it he
couldn't unsee it. One thing that was obvious was he had so much of a
bigger cock than Ed. Muscular and manly as he was, Ed's cock was no-where
near the enormous beast that his dad's was. That was a bit embarrassing, he
thought to himself. Behind him those hands squeezed his big cheeks. His dad
had a really massive dick. Very long and thick, with a fat, bulbous head
from behind which his dad's leering grin seemed so ... well, dirty. Which
wasn't his dad at all. Fuck, he thought. How had his dad been hiding this
massive secret all this time?

The hands behind him were gently pulling his big muscular thighs apart, and
so unthinkingly Ed shuffled his feet to the edge of the ladder steps on
each side. He propped his elbows on the edge of the loft and stared at the
picture. His change of posture resulted in him pushing his big arse back at
Nick, who was stood very close, his face at exactly arse height, his hands
holding as much of each mighty cheek as he could. He smiled and shook his
head. This was the best day he could remember for a long time. Especially
as whatever had captured Ed's attention meant Nick was now in sole charge
of this big man's big arse. He gently squeezed the cheeks, feeling their
heavy fullness. He cupped them and ran his hands over them. Still no
movement from the big man. So Nick continued to manhandle this muscular
man's large butt as Ed remained stuck at the top of the ladder, staring
open mouthed at the unsolicited picture of his father's enormous penis.

Should he ignore it or should he respond? Was this stiff upper lip time or
cheeky bants? He thought instead it was time to be a responsible adult. He
wouldn't shame his dad, nor would he ignore him.
	`Who's the lucky girl that was meant for?' he texted his dad. Some
miles away, in town, sat on a bench in the busy high street, Bill received
his son's message. Oh god, oh god, thought Bill. Ed has been a gent. He's
given him a way out. To save face. To save face, the kind of face hidden
behind enormous fat obscene massive ultra-hardon. Oh Christ, now he was
getting hard in the shopping centre. Which really was a problem because his
cock was much, much too big to hide. He looked back at Ed's text. What a
relief. He relaxed, even as his cock throbbed. He dashed off a reply.
	`Sorry, was meant for Sam!' Send. He sighed. Then it hit him. Oh
shit, oh shit! Recall, recall, why didn't these things have a fucking
recall button? For stupid horny middle aged men who couldn't control their
fucking massive dicks. But no, signal was perfect, went straight through.

In the loft Ed read the text from his dad.
	`Sorry, was meant for Sam!' Meant for Sam? He was sending his
massive cock photos to Sam? What the actual fuck. Was this some kind of
baffling family joke he hadn't ever been privy to? It had an exclamation
mark. Maybe that was supposed to be funny. His dad doing banter. But no,
his dad might have a fucking massive cock, he might take photos of it while
smiling, he might sext some poor fucker with the resulting picture. But he
would not, absolutely not, do banter. His dad was a complete banter free
zone. He was prepared to accept he might be some huge-dicked pervert, but a
cheeky bantering lad? Fuck. Off. `Sorry, was meant for Sam!' He looked back
at what as meant for Sam. Christ, it was enormous. He decided to text his
brother just to check whether their dad had been displaying any worrying
signs to him too.

Meanwhile, behind him, at the foot of the ladder, Nick was wondering if
there was a way of removing this fine muscular man's trousers while he did
whatever he was doing up the top of the ladder. He reached round and felt
for the button. Above the tight stretch of his big arse the actual
waistband was a bit loose. But there was no way to pop the button free
without arousing Ed's suspicions. Shame.

	`Hey,' Ed texted. The big man was so distracted, and so strangely
aroused, that he didn't notice the slight sense that something was moving
at his crotch. Nick's hand trying and failing to undo that button. `Has dad
been acting okay with you?' He sent it to Sam.

Sam was down the road, pinned against the wall, choking and choking on a
penis much too big to fit down his straight boy throat. He couldn't look up
at Danny, the older guy who was violently pinning him to the wall with his
massive cock. He couldn't look up because of the strength of the man's huge
rigid beast which wouldn't allow him to bend his neck. And he couldn't see
because his eyes were watering so badly as he choked and choked. It had
been like this for hours. Every time Danny relaxed and allowed Sam to
breathe and edge away from the wall for a breather, then he simply inserted
his cock all the way again, and pushed the confused muscle boy against the
wall.

What Sam wouldn't understand was why his superior strength wouldn't help
him fight back against Danny, who, while being older, was nowhere near as
muscular. Not only that, but Sam was heterosexual, and shouldn't have a
hard cock down his throat. But for some reason he was hypnotized by Danny's
massive member. The beast. The beast that just wouldn't stop monstering
him. It hurt and felt uncomfortable, but something about it just felt so
good. So right. His own cock was hard. So very hard. It was as if he was
enjoying it. Enjoying being face-fucked by this sadistic charmer.

Danny glanced over and saw Sam's phone buzzing on the table beside his big
impaled body. He reached down and picked it up. It was from Ed, Sam's older
brother, who Danny had seen around. Big, muscular and handsome, just like
the red-faced, struggling, naked suck-toy he had squirming against the wall
right now. Good looking family.
	`Hey. Has dad been acting okay with you?' Danny smirked. He ground
is crotch hard against the trapped muscle boy. He heard Sam moan and gurgle
in alarm and arousal.
	`Yeah. He's got a fucking big cock though hasn't he? I mean,
really, really big.' He sent it back to Sam's brother and slammed his dick
hard in and out of Sam's exhausted mouth.

Ed, his trousers still very much clinging to his muscular thighs and arse
as he stood at the top of the ladder, much to Nick's disappointment, was
suddenly aware that something odd was going on. It felt like the man behind
him, someone he had never met before, was fiddling with the button of his
khakis while he massaged his big arse. Fuck, he had to stop this. He went
to turn and call down to Nick when his phone lit up. `Yeah. He's got a
fucking big cock though hasn't he? I mean, really, really big.' What?! This
was getting ridiculous now. It really had been meant for Sam. That picture
of their dad, naked, with a massive raging hardon, bigger than any cock Ed
had ever seen, smiling down at, well, Sam. What was going on? This made no
sense. His dad wasn't gay. Sam wasn't gay. And Ed certainly wasn't gay. Why
the fuck was their dad sending his brother sexts and pictures of that
magnificent cock? The sensations caused by Nick fiddling with his trousers
were forgotten. As were the feelings of the man's eager hand on his big
arse, still separated from the plump flesh of his meaty buttocks by the
stretched cotton seat of his trousers.
	`Dad has sent you pictures of his massive cock? Why?' He sent
message to Sam. This was ridiculous. As was the fact that his cock was
twitching.

Danny was still holding Sam's phone as the muscular twentysomething sucked
away on his massive dick. The message from big handsome Ed arrived. `Dad
has sent you pictures of his massive cock? Why?' Danny grinned, and
hammered his cock into Sam's throat. He wrote speedily. `He sends me
pictures of his huge beast all the time. I can't stop looking at it. He
does it to cheer me up.' He sent it. Now time to really test this muscular
cocksucker. He pulled his cock right out, then smashed it right in, all the
way to his pubes, down the big lad's throat. Oh yes. Pure control. And then
he unlocked the phone again. Dad came up the contact. He smirked and began
typing.

Nick's hands were not content with sliding over the bulging seat of Ed's
trousers. His fingers were now toying with the thick elastic waistband of
the man's trunks which rode above the waistband of his khakis. Again Ed was
coming to, aware of his unwanted erection, aware of this creepy stranger
feeling up his big arse. Ed knew he really had to do something now or Nick
would get into a situation that he would regret. He cleared his throat just
as the phone buzzed. Sam. `He sends me pictures of his huge beast all the
time. I can't stop looking at it. He does it to cheer me up.' Oh Jesus this
was worse than he thought. `To cheer me up' was so their dad. He really
meant to send it to Sam. And Sam wanted it. This obscene picture of their
dad and his supermassive cock.

Christ his fat arse felt good. Those fingers on his big manly seat though
his trousers. Fuck yes.

It was hard for Ed to concentrate. The picture of his dad. The messages
from Sam. The stranger's hands on his bum. He was hard. Small but hard. He
stifled a moan. Then turned his attention back to what to write to his
brother.

In the shopping centre Bill received the message from Sam.
	`Ed says he got the picture of your huge cock. He says he loves
it. He says can you send him more. He really needs to look at your enormous
dick.' Oh god, thought Bill. This huge hardon is not going down. Ed liked
the pic? Ed liked the pic! That was great news. He was off the hook. No
more embarrassment. Great. He had nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact
Ed wanted to see more! Well okay. If that's what his big adult eldest son
wanted, then sure. Bill scrolled through the pictures stored on his
phone. So many naked selfies and dick pics. He found one he liked, just his
cock this time, but taken from such an angle the swollen member looked
monumental. If his son liked looking at his cock before he was going to
love this one. It made him look like a god. He sent it to Ed, with the line
`Glad you wanted more.'

Ed was so hard. The creepy man had still not got his hands inside his
trousers but Nick's hands still roamed freely across his big tightly
encased buttocks. The feeling was incredible he never even knew his arse
was sensitive like this. As he tried to get himself under control the text
arrived from his dad. `Glad you wanted more,' it said, and there it was,
the most magnificent cock Ed had ever seen, in the most jaw-droppingly
pornographic pose imaginable. It was just cock, the whole image filled with
massive thick tumescent cock. Oh fuck, what a cock. His dad had the best
cock in the world. Fuck, he loved this. The hands wobbled his fat arse
cheeks in his tight trousers.

He replied to his dad. `That is fucking massive.' And then to his brother,
finally. `I can't stop looking at it either.'

Bill saw the message and beamed.  He found another pic and sent it to
Ed. He was so proud his son appreciated it. Maybe now they had something to
talk about at long last.

Danny saw the message intended for Sam. It made him so elated he pulled his
hard penis out of Sam's open mouth and smacked the muscular man about the
face with it seven times, before plugging it back down the broken
cocksucker's throat.

Ed looked at the new picture from his dad, a picture of his huge cock with
his hand on it, as if he were wanking it. It was the biggest cock Ed could
imagine. Behind and below Nick worked away at Ed's clothed buttocks,
stimulating them. A finger lightly run up and down the seam where the big
man's crack would be. He gasped. A message through from his brother's
phone.
	`He wants a picture of your arse Ed. A picture of it naked. Send
him a picture of your big arse.'  Ed gulped. He had not expected this. His
arse? I mean, sure it was big, but why did his dad want a picture of it?
Naked? He looked back at those dick pics. Fuck, his dad was hung. He didn't
even know how to get an arse pic. And then he felt another finger probe his
crack through his khakis. Of course! Nick!

	`Er Nick?' The stranger stopped touching the muscular man's arse
for a moment.
	`Yes Ed?'
	Umm, I've been asked, erm, I mean, I need ... could you take a
photo of my arse for me?' He was sure he heard the middle aged man chuckle.
	`You want me to take a photo of your arse?'
	`Yeah.' He paused. `And, sorry to do this, would it be possible to
take one of it without my trousers?' Nick laughed. Then he regained his
composure.
	`Hmmm. I dunno...'
	`Oh please. I just need one.'
	`You want me to take your trousers down?'
	`Er, yeah,'
	`Take down your trousers and photograph your, er...?'
	`Yeah. Look, sorry, no....'
	`What about your pants?'
	`Hmm?'
	`Do you want your pants pulled down too?'
	`Oh, right. Yes, I think so. Sorry.'
	`It's a big arse. I mean ask,' said Nick.
	`I know. Forget it.'
	`It's okay, though. I can do it.'
	`You can?'
	`Oh yeah. I can do it. It's not like I've not taken a photo of an
arse before.'
	`Oh right. Really?'
	`Yeah, sure. I've taken loads of pictures of arses, Ed.'
	`Umm, okay...' Ed was beginning to think this was a bad idea. Maybe
he should just ignore Sam's text. Not send a picture of his big arse to
their dad. After all, what kind of grown man sends pictures of his arse to
his dad? Regardless of how absolutely massive -- he scrolled back up to his
dad's dick pics -- his dad's utterly magnificent penis was?

But before he could stop Nick the stranger had unbuttoned and unzipped Ed's
khakis and was pulling them slowly down the big man's muscular thighs. As
they inched down they revealed his big jutting man-arse was clad in
super-tight blue lycra trunks. Nick took a deep breath. He had never seen
such an incredible sight. The cheeks were so full and so tightly delineated
by the thin clinging fabric. It looked utterly pornographic.

Ed heard the stifled moan Nick made as his khakis were pulled down. It
sounded... Well, filthy. Nick was not the right man for this job. Ed didn't
like him, he didn't trust him. He certainly didn't want him leering at his
arse.
	`Actually, I've decided not to bother,' said Ed. He grabbed his
trousers by the waistband and started pulling them back up.
	`It's no bother,' said an alarmed Nick, aware his was no match for
Ed's muscles in a trousers tug of war.
	`No, really, I've decided not to.' He hauled up his trousers and to
Nick's dismay that big lycra-clad arse disappeared from view.

Just then Ed's phone lit up. He grabbed it with one had, protecting his
modesty by holding on to his still unbuttoned khakis with the other. It was
a text from his dad.
	`Here's another one!' it said cheerily. The attached picture made
Ed gasp. In this one his mild-mannered dad was naked and grimacing as in
the foreground his massive cock was spurting cum, and there were great
splatters of it on his shocked face and big chest.  It was a
cumshot. Fuck. Caught mid-ejaculation, his mighty beast of a cock looked
more threatening than ever. Ed felt his much smaller cock get hard again,
and he lost all concentration. The trousers slipped from his grip and Nick
began to ease them down again.

Nick pulled them down pretty rapidly this time. He even got Ed to absent
mindedly kick off his tennis shoes and lift his feet up to allow Nick to
remove them entirely. There before his delighted face was Ed's big round
arse clad only in micron-thin lycra trunks, which clung to his fat
buttocks.

	`Let's get these off,' said Nick. Ed snapped out of his reverie and
clasped his trunks tight. He was not going to let this stranger, this
possible pervert, pull down his tight pants.

- - -

I hope you enjoyed the story. If so, you can contact me at
johnnymanipulator@gmx.com and you can find other stories by me on the
Authors section on Nifty:

Peter's Clueless Seduction
The Training Course
Porno Ghost Story
The Arse Whisperer
Idiot Brother

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