Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2003 13:38:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Dicky Subject: "Mr. Rock" part 1 This is a gay related story, if you are offended by gay activity you don't need to go any further than this. This story is graphic and goes into detail with gay activity and is intended for men and women over the age of 18. "Mr. Rock" Part 1 6-19-2003 caffeineman_2000@yahoo.com I love every and all middle school fundraisers. Wrapping paper, magazine subscriptions, and best of all candy bars. If it wasn't for this candy bar fundraiser I would not have gotten to see my next door neighbor's dad, Mr. Rock, naked in all his bearish glory. It was the spring of my 8th grade year and I was at the peak of my adolescent "horny all the time" stage (which I have yet to grow out of). The sun was out of control and was causing my shirt and shorts to stick to my skin. By the time Chris and I had made the rounds around the block on our bikes selling that damn candy we were soaked with sweat and in need of something to drink. "We can go count the money in my kitchen. I've got to have something to drink or I'm going to pass out," said Chris, my skinny, slightly awkward next-door neighbor who I have been friends with for as long as I can remember. We threw our bikes down on the grass in the backyard and stormed into the kitchen. I am very grateful that Chris didn't hear me but I gasped when we I saw him. Mr. Rock, standing at the stove in nothing but a towel, which was much too small for his large figure. His big, taught hairless belly, constantly erect nipples, and bulging biceps were right there in all their glory. Luckily he was on the phone and Chris was pouring drinks, so I got to get my eyeful in unnoticed as well as fantasize about doing naughty naughty things to that man. "Orange juice, or kool-aid" I snapped out of attention to see Mr. Rock leaning about a foot away from my face with his elbows on the counter. "Hey Bud, Chris asked you what you wanted about 5 times. Someone sure has their head somewhere else," said Mr. Rock, looking right into my eyes. "Ugh..ugh.....ummm...." I stammered, obviously embarrassed and flustered by the proximity of his body and that I was a complete moron. "Kool aid" I finally stammered. Mr. Rock just laughed his hearty laugh and went back to cooking his lunch on the stove. Set up camp on the counter, and I began to count the money we had made so far. Growing up slightly poor, this was the most money I had seen in a while. To the Rock's, it was pennies on a bucket. My entire life Mr. Rock was like a second father to me. My own dad worked nights, se he slept in the daytime. I was always over next-door playing video games, jumping on the trampoline, and swimming in their pool. Mr. Rock was the one who brought me to my first baseball game, took me mini golfing with Chris and his now ex-wife, and on vacations to Theme parks and such. I just recently started masturbating, and was confused by the thoughts and images I had in my head. I would recall Mr. Rock, swimming with us, egging us on to wrestle with him, wearing those ridiculously small bathing suits, putting a towel on his waist and taking off his trunks from underneath. The towel exposing his leg right up to his hip. And here he was right in front of me with one of those towels on, walking around the kitchen showing more leg than I have ever seen. I was half way through counting when I heard Chris and Mr. Rock laughing about something. I looked up to see Mr. Rock playfully flexing both his biceps, puffing his barrel chest our to mammoth proportions. I was in awe. Being slightly stocky myself, I was always ashamed at my bulk. But here was this gorgeous man showing it off right in front of me. Of course every time Mr. Rock would catch my eye and see me staring, I would look back down and continue counting the money, trying my hardest to hide my embarrassment. As Mr. Rock started trying to flex each bicep one at a time I noticed something about his towel. Because of all his movement the towel was starting to loosen. I could tell because his light brown pubes were starting to peek out over the top of the fabric. I felt my cock twitch with excitement. Did he notice? Was he going to fix it? That's when it happened. As Mr. Stone started flexing even more wildly his towel finally gave up and fell to the floor. I gasped again and this time I'm sure Mr. Rock heard me because when I looked at his face he was starring at me, and that's when he winked at me. I quickly look back down to see the fattest cock I had ever seen. 4 inches of flaccid cock that was about as thick as a beer can. Chris jumped up and ran out of the room screaming and laughing about how gross and disgusting it was to see his dad naked. I however had frozen. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Was it my imagination or was Mr. Rocks cock twitching and getting fatter? He was just smiling as he slowly gathered up his towel, and walked down the hall away from me and into his bedroom, stopping right before his door to see if I was still staring, which I was, and to wink at me again. My cock was straining against my cotton shorts, pleading to be touched. Unfortunately Chris was coming back into the kitchen so I plopped the box of candy on my lap to hide my boner, and continued counting the money. "Did you see it? I saw only a glimpse of it before I ran but it was enough. I can't believe I just saw my dad's dick. GROSS!" Chris said making his face as contorted as possible. "Ughh...yeah that was..ugh..pretty gross...Luckily I had my head down and was counting when it happened." I lied. My head was spinning. I miss counted the money 4 times before just giving it to Chris to count, blaming it on the heat or something. While he was counting and distracted I quickly got and made some excuse about having to go home and get something and quickly flew out the door to the backyard, my pulsing erection leading the way as I jumped over the fence. I ran in my house, which was empty except for my sleeping father, and quickly beat off to the image of Mr. Rock's cock. It took me all of 2 minutes to cum. I cleaned up and headed back over there, of course already horny again. As I ran threw Chris's back yard I didn't notice that my bike was by itself. I ran into Chris's house with out knocking as I always did, and called out his name. No answer. As I made my way through the house I heard these noises, but I couldn't put my finger on them. I checked the family room, I checked the dining room. No Chris. I made my way through the kitchen to go down the hallway to the bedroom when I flashed back again to the Mr. Rock naked earlier. My cock did its usual dance in my pants and I had to readjust myself a few times. I made my way towards Chris's room when I saw that Mr. Rock's door was open. I crept up closer and was shocked to find 300 pound Mr. Rock, naked, on his back spread eagle stroking his body and moaning. His cock only at half-mast was still fucking huge. I had to cover my mouth to keep from gasping again. I decided I could leave and pass this opportunity up, so I crept into the bathroom that had both a door in the hallway, and in his bedroom. From here I could peek through the cracked bathroom door and watch without him over his shoulder without him seeing. I watched as his big bear paws caressed his milky white chest and belly, stopping to play with his already erect nipples. His cock slightly jerking with every pinch. I couldn't believe this was going on and I was actually watching. My hand had a mind of it's own because it slowly crept to my crotch, massaging my once again raging hard on. His groans and deep growls were the hottest sounds I had ever heard. I had watched plenty of porn, hell, Mr. Rock once ordered it for us one time when he was out of town, but up until this point I had only heard girls moan. I had never heard a guy moan, especially not a bear this size letting loose sounds from deep inside. Let me tell you it was turning me on more than anything. His had slowly crept down to his semi-hard cock and began to massage it to life, slowly bringing it to full mast. My eyes were as big as saucers when I saw his cock grow to about 8 and half inches, still as thick as a beer can. His thick stubby fingers barely touched as they wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking it. I looked down at my shorts and began to slowly unzip my pants letting free my straining cock. My head was bright purple, my balls begged to be played with. My heart jumped as I heard a rustling from his bed, but as I looked up I saw that he was just changing his position. "FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC" I thought as I realized now that he changed his position I got to see right between his legs. He would have seen me if his belly wasn't so big and his head wasn't thrown back in ecstasy. His balls were big and hairy, and I imagined myself playing with them, feeling their weight in my hands. Mr. Rock was beginning to pick up speed on his cock, moaning even louder than before. Precum was oozing out of his head, generously lubricating his paw. I started stroking my dick at the same pace as him, my breathing getting heavier and heavier. I watched as his hips started bucking, pumping his thick cock without having to move his hand. He let out a mighty growl and moved both of his hands to his nipples, humping the air. I watched rope after rope of cum shot out of his cock and onto his chest, face, and legs. I barely even noticed that I was about to cum myself. I furiously stroked my cock as I felt my body convulse. A stream of cum shot out and hit the door, while the rest dribbled onto my fist. "SHIT" I thought as I cleaned my hand off with my tongue. I quickly pulled up my pants and exited the bathroom as quietly as possible. As I jumped over the fence and into my own yard I'm sure my smile was visible for miles.