A Walk in the Park !

In keeping with my New Years resolution to get some exercise I headed to Golden Gate Park in San Francisco on a wet and rainy Monday to get in a good stroll. The rain was light and the grayness of the day suited my mood. I have lived in the city long enough to know that it's very cruisy in the par k near the windmills so I decided to be a purist and avoid that area for in spite of the drizzly conditions I was sure there would be at least a few bushwackers walking there. Instead I opted to walk near the Bison Paddock and take the loop around the chain of lakes and enjoy a bit of nature.
While strolling along North Lake, largest in the chain, a young man strode by and smiled mischievously as he passed me, I chanced to glance back and he seemed to be swiftly on his way so I continued on mine. Even in the rain the lake seemed quite active with natural comings and going. A heron was stalking in the shallows and the murmur of ducks was constant.
The trail loops around the lake and, on the far side, is a bit more remote. I crossed over a small bridge and then noticed in the bushes the guy I had seen earlier. There he stood in the drizzle staring right at me with a huge grin upon his face, his hair dripping wet from the rain. I smiled back and he motioned me to follow him. I soon found myself following him through a wooded area hampered by my umbrella as I tried to maneuver under branches and over undergrowth. Finally we arrived in a cavernous area of brush seemingly made as a secret hideaway for us and at last we stood face to face. I broke the silence with a weak "hi". He smiled broadly and said "Hi beautiful chubman." He put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. My own arms went around him as well, his waist was slender, his shoulders somewhat broad and his manhood pulsed against my own through the fabric of our jeans. He kissed my neck and pulled back slightly as he began to unbutton my shirt spreading it open to expose my chest and hard erect nipples. He immediately placed his mouth on my right nipple and I instinctively cradled his head in my arm as I moaned in the instant pleasure it brought. My moaning seemingly turned him on even more. He moved back and forth on my tits as he fumbled with my belt and clasp of my pants finally loosening them enough to slip a hand under the waist band. Reaching behind he began to kneed my ass cheeks. Hot now I moaned ever more so as he slipped my pants and boxers down and I undid his pants exposing his uncut erect dick. His dark hair and native American eyes told me he was Latin and he certainly had all the passion of seduction they are acclaimed for. I dropped to my knees, not even the occasional cold drop of water could cool me now. I took his hard cock in my hand sliding the foreskin back and forth and lifting his penis up to see his tight balls. I brought my mouth to them and sucked them slowly and gently burying my face in his hairy crotch. Now we both moaned I stroked my dick as I sucked his and his hands ran through my hair pulling me closer into him and I could smell his manly smell rising up.
After a short time he pulled me back and up and we faced each other again and for a moment I thought we might be done but I was wrong, only a break before act two. I asked him his name and where he was from, Jorge from El Salvador he said. It turned out we were both farm boys and with that in common felt a special bond despite our other cultural differences. We sat on a log, holding hands, half naked in the damp coldeness, yet so comfortable with one another it seemed to make no matter what the weather.
After a few moments of talking we began again to explore each other and he expressed his desire to fuck me. Somewhat surprised I asked "here?!". "Yes" he replied with an impish grin "it will be hot". "I don't know" I said, "I've never done that out in the open, "no one will see us" he assured and as he pinched one of my nipples "and you will love it". With that I relented to try and we stood up, he went behind me cradling my tits in each hand as he began sliding his erection on my back. "You want to?" he asked assured of the answer and I said "yes, yes I want" with that he reached into his back pack and produced a condom and slipped it on his rock hard cock. He bent me over and I braced myself with the help of some handy branches. He spit in his hand and lubed me and then slowly he began to probe the entry of my ass as he kissed and nibbled my neck, shoulders and bare back. The pleasure of his bites sent me into a passionate throw and my ass relaxed as I felt him enter inside me, pumping slowly at first his thrusts became more rapid and powerful as I felt his pelvis grinding into my ass cheeks. He braced himself using my shoulders and began to thrust harder and harder and the pleasure of it caused me to stroke my own cock as I felt him burrowing deep inside me, in and out the ecstasy of pleasure being felt by us both. Finally after several minutes I heard him say he was ready to come and I asked him to fuck me harder and with strong rapid thrusts I felt him surge as far into me as he could go as my own cock shot forth its load into the brush. I then felt his whole body shudder as he fell onto my back kissing me there as he expelled the last of his seed into me. Pulling out he removed the semen filled condom and held it up as if it were a trophy and asked if I enjoyed it. Breathlessly I told him "yes I enjoyed it very much, it was fantastic". "I told you" he said with a smug smile. We dressed and embraced again and I asked, with hesitation, if I could call him. "Of course" he said, "you were great, I love your fat firm ass". "You should be fucked often and by me" he said. I flushed a little and smiled. We exchanged numbers and soon got together again and again, but both of us still remember that first time, in the damp shrubbery of the park.

Peter's Reward !

Peter Harper moaned uncontrollably as the beefy young rugby player, Alex opened his shirt buttons one by one and began chewing and sucking on his erect, hard nipples while reaching down to rub on the wet bulge in his jeans. Peter, a married big bellied farmer in his late fifties, never expected such a reward when he stopped to help Alex fix his car on that lonely country road. But something had clicked as the two big men’s eyes met and they couldn’t wait to get their hands on each other.
Dressed in a white shirt, now open to his sweaty belly button, faded jeans and black Wellington boots, Peter was pinned against the side of his cattle truck while Alex, a beefy, muscular twentysomething worked him over good, sucking his nipples and licking the sweat off his ball belly while continuing to rub his bulge intensely.
“Oh, for Jaysus sake, unzip me,” moaned Peter. “I’m fucking bursting!”
“You’ll wait for it, you big bellied bastard!” said Alex, wrapping the jeans fabric around the bulging tentpole-like dick and pumping it. “How many kids have you?”
“Three!” gasped Peter, “all grown up! Fuck you!”
“Any sons?”
“One! Aw, Jaysus!!! I’m going to cum!!!”
“No, you’re not! I know where to grab you to stop that happening!”
“Oh fuck! That hurts!!”
Alex gripped Peter’s balls while stroking his rock hard bulge. The big bellied farmer writhed against the cattle truck, streams of sweat trickling down his chest and gut.
“Tell me about your son. What age is he?”
“Thirty,” moaned Peter.
“And is he a big bellied fucker like his father?”
“Yeh, oh God, yeh, he has, oh God, a gut on him!”
“I’d love to milk the fuck out of him. Would you think he’d a be a good milk supplier?”
“Awwww, I’d say so!!”
“As good as his big dad?”
“Awwww, unzip me please! Milk me out. Please!!!! I’m bursting!!!!! Awwwww, my balls are ready to explode. Please!!!!!”
“I want to kiss you first – you won’t cum while I’m holding you like this!”
Alex kissed Peter hard – his tongue roaming the inside of the big farmer’s mouth – working the big man’s bulge and balls all the time. Peter was in agony and ecstasy all at once. His balls were so full. They hadn’t been this full in years – but Alex was controlling him. He was in the beefy young rugby player’s power.
Alex stopped kissing Peter – then started licking all over the big farmer’s upper body, feasting on the dripping man sweat.
“Oh God, you bastard,”moaned Peter, “you really know how to awwwww work me over.”
Peter was getting harder – even though he didn’t think that was possible. The pressure against the fabric of his jeans was incredible and he was precumming like hell.
“Okay, big boy, it’s milking time!”
“Oh, thank God!”
Alex knelt down in front of the big bellied farmer and slowly unzipped his jeans. Peter’s wet sticky uncut seven incher sprang out and bobbed up and down in the air as if an elastic band had been cut. Alex pulled out Peter’s loaded hairy balls as well. He licked and sucked them, working his up Peter’s aching shaft, pulling back the foreskin around the glistening mushroom head and gorging himself on it as if he was sucking a lollipop. Peter’s moans were loud and wild.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Then Alex grabbed Peter’s balls in a vice-like grip while he used his tongue to gently tickle the big farmer’s piss slit. The tip of Alex’s tongue barely touched the piss slit, driving Peter beyond wild ecstasy and into unchartered territory.
“Oh God!!!!!! I’m going to explode!!!!!!!”
Alex just kept working on Peter, giving the big bellied farmer pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings. Then he took Peter’s aching throbbing seven incher all the way into his mouth and sucked it hard and deep, taking the big farmer to the edge over and over and over again, but always manipulating the big farmer’s balls to prevent him shooting his load.
“Please let me cum. Please!!!!”
Then releasing his grip on Peter’s balls and using his throat muscles to massage the big farmer’s cock head, Alex primed Peter for the big release.
“I’m cumming!!! Fucking hell, I’m going to shoot!!!!”
Peter’s whole body went into spasms and he moaned loudly as he bounced against the cattle truck, shooting a huge creamy load into the back of Alex’s throat, which the beefy young rugby player gulped down. It seemed like Peter was never going to stop shooting and Alex just kept gulping it down.
“Oh God! Oh God!” moaned Peter “I can’t stop! My balls are on fire! I can’t stop cumming! My dick is burning!!”
Alex continued to suck on Peter’s cock for what seemed like five minutes. The young rugby player’s throat muscles working on Peter’s cock head meant Peter just kept on cumming until his balls were drained.
“Oh wow! My fucking balls are empty! You horny fucker!! They feel like they’ve been sucked out with a vacuum cleaner!”
Peter’s upper body was drenched in sweat. It trickled down his chest and nipples and onto his ball belly, glistening in the autumn sunshine. Alex licked the big farmer’s cock and balls dry, savouring every drop of cum and not letting any go to waste.
“I’ll let you rest for a while and then I’ll get a second load from you,” said Alex, getting to his feet.
“You will like hell! My balls are fucked!”
“Farmers know me as a two-load man! I have a special technique. A big bellied fucker like you – you’ll deliver once you’re primed. Would you like a closer look at my beefy rugby player’s body?”
“I sure would!”
Alex pulled off his tee shirt to reveal a muscular, beefy body with hard nipples and a hot toned belly. He stood real close to Peter – the strong farmer’s man smell mingling with the heady aroma of rugby player after shave.
“Let me rub you down, big boy!” said Alex as he started to work on Peter’s glistening upper body with his tee shirt, working into every crevice and all around the big farmer’s hard nipples. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh yeah!” replied Peter, closing his eyes.
“I love that big gut! Is your son’s gut as big as that?”
“It is,” moaned Peter, “he’s a part-time security guard.”
Suddenly a burly big bellied middle-aged uniformed cop appeared. Alex and Peter stopped and looked guilty.
“What’s going on here?” asked the cop, eyeing Alex’s impressive physique up and down.
“Nothing at all,” replied Alex. “I’m just wiping the sweat off this man – he sweats a lot.”
“Is that why his cock and balls are hanging out to dry?”
“Okay, you caught us!” said Alex. “I was just about to take a second load from this big farmer here. The big fucker has to be primed.”
“And what about you, farmer? What do you have to say?”
“He sucked me dry about five minutes ago – I don’t think I have a second load.”
“You better have – because I’m going to watch him milk you. And if you don’t give him a mouthful of cream, I’ll arrest you both! You fucking farmers make me sick – always complaining. Right, let me feel both of your equipment.”
The burly cop, who was getting hard himself, strode over to Alex and grabbed the bulge in his crotch, tightly. Alex winced.
“Rugby player, I’d say?”
“That’s right.”
“Big cock. Big balls”
The cop held on to Alex’s equipment for a few minutes, working and squeezing it with his big cop hand.
“Not so tough now, eh?”
Alex didn’t reply.
“Well, are you?”
“No!” mumbled Alex, a pained expression on his face.
The cop released Alex’s equipment and moved over to Peter. Peter’s cock was still limp.
“Not much life here,” said the cop. “I’ll have to do something about that.”
The cop pulled a pair of black leather gloves from the waistband of his uniform pants and pulled them on slowly. Peter watched wide-eyed as the cop stroked his hard nipples, then his big gut, and then cock with his gloved hand. Then the cop grabbed Peter’s cock in his gloved hand and began pumping it, gently at first, then more intensely, until finally he was pumping it mercilessly.
“Aaaaaaawwwwwwwww!!!!!” moaned Peter.
“I’ve always wanted to have a big bellied farmer by his cock,” said the cop.
“Don’t bring him off!” said Alex. “I want a chance to suck him!”
“Don’t worry, this is just going to put some petrol back in his engine.”
The cop continued to work on Peter for more than five intense minutes until the big farmer’s cock began to harden in the cop’s gloved hand.
“Oh God, I’m not able for this!” moaned Peter. “My balls are hurting so much!”
“As if I cared,” said the cop “Right, rugby player, it’s your turn! Milk the fuck out of him!”
The cop stepped back as Alex got on his knees again in front of Peter and took the big farmer’s throbbing boner into his mouth. For almost twenty minutes non-stop he worked on Peter’s pulsating tool until it was rock hard while the cop watched, rubbing the rock hard wet bulge in his own uniform pants.
“I have no more,” moaned Peter. “Oh God!!!”
Alex deep-throated Peter’s hard cock, working the cock head with his throat muscles, working it, working it, working it, working it – forcing the tough big bellied farmer to yield his load.
Peter’s body was drenched in sweat as he writhed against the cattle truck, moaning and groaning.
“Nail the fucker, rugby player! Take his load! Make him give it to you! The big bellied fucker is primed – he’s ready! Come on! Take it!”
“Oh God, I’m cumming!!!!! Fuck, I’m cumming!!!!”
Peter’s whole body quivered and shuddered as he exploded into Alex’s eager mouth again. Alex gulped down the sweet man juice, sucking out every drop, using his throat muscles to drain the big farmer dry.
“Oh God, my balls!!” moaned Peter “They feel like they’ve been sucked inside out!”
As Peter leaned against the cattle truck for support, shattered, Alex licked his cock and balls dry and pushed them back inside his jeans and zipped them up.
“Sweet juice, man!” said Alex as he got to his feet.
“Now, suck me off, rugby man,” said the burly cop. “I’m as hard as fuck!”

The Maintenance Man !

The boss called me up to his little platform office space and asked if I would mind staying late to help the maintenance man? I of course said that I would stay to help and that I did not mind! I had been taught by my father that if the boss asked, you always said yes.

About an hour or so before closing he had some one replace me and asked me to start sweeping the floor of the store. I began and did what I was asked. The rest of the
Employees checked out and the lights began to go off except where they would be needed for cleaning. I had almost finished sweeping up when the boss came by to check up on me. He was pleased with the speed and the efficiency in which I had finished up.

He directed me to the mop sink and we proceeded to mop the floor together taking turns going back and forth bringing fresh hot water with soap for each new aisle we started. There were about a dozen aisles and they each had a break in them to walk through the center of the store floor. The store sat in the middle of an entire city block, a big enough job not to want to really do alone I guessed. By the time we finished the last aisle the first one was dry enough to apply the wax. By the time we finished the last aisle with wax we had worked up quite a sweat as the central air had be cut off for the day a couple of hours ago.

We heard the back door open and some one called out for the boss. We took our supplies back and I met the man who was going to buff the floor.

“Wow” was all that he said as the boss spoke, “I told you that I would hold your feet to the fire when you lost the bet last week!” “Son of a Bitch!” blared out the guy. The boss told him that he had asked me to stay and help so that he could do the buffing quicker and start to collect from him on the bet. “But why” he asked? The boss smiled “Because I want it to last mother fucker!” “Ok” but he stays, he pointed to me. “He is on the clock just like you, no one is going any where” the boss said. I was about to ask what the fuck was going on as he motioned me to shut up. “We are going to go and clean up I’ll see you later” he told him.

“Ok you bastard” the guy told the boss in a jocular voice. I felt better knowing there was not going to be blood shed. I followed the boss to the back of the store into a small room that was bazaar to say the least.

It had an open toilet in the left corner, a sofa next to it, and to the right by the wall an open cement shower stall. The shower stall was about five feet by five feet with a four inch raised cement block so the water would not splash onto the floor. There was a window air conditioner and across the sofa was a dinette table with three chairs and a refrigerator. Just by looking at the television and VCR and tapes on top of the refrigerator one could tell this was a sexual hide away.

Pointing to the sofa he said “have a seat” as he went to get us some cold ones. “I suppose this would be a good time to ask you what the fuck is going on.” I said? He handed me a cold one and we clinked the bottles toast style and he added, “To sex”. I drank it down like I was going to need it. “Whoa, I did not take you for a drunk”. “I have a funny feeling that I may need to be” I said letting out a rather loud and crude belch. He laughed and said “you ever have sex with a man?” “Yes, I don’t know any one who has not experimented around once in their life”. “Well I’ll tell you, I like to fool around and I like queer sex when I do, and I suck this guys dick all the time and now he lost a bet and he has to suck mine.” “And prey tell how do I fit into the scheme of things” I queried? “He needs a witness so I will not say it never happened and you get a free blow job from me and on the clock!” he remarked. Well, I thought to myself that can’t be all bad. “Ok I’m in. But how did you know that I would go for it”? He started to take off his clothes and discard them any where on the way to the open shower and answered me, “I like to think that I can tell when a man might need to get laid and release some of that sexual tension.” He was a good looking man with a goatee and on the heavy side but very stocky and burley.

He turned on the water and it started to steam up a bit in the small room. I was not able to see him as well any more but my member was already satisfied with the boss. He asked me to bring him another cold one and to join him in the shower, to be ready for the maintenance man. I undressed and before I got in I went to get ourselves another cold one. Just as I opened the refrigerator door the maintenance man opened the door. There we were the boss and I naked and I offered him a beer. “Damn” he growled “you’re really serious about this”! “YOU KNOW I AM” the boss yelled from behind the steam. The guy just slammed the door shut behind him and the boss got out of the shower and followed him out into the store dripping water buck naked. Hercules ass never looked so good. Man, I thought, as I nursed my beer waiting for the boss, what have I gotten myself into?

He was not retuning as fast as I thought so I jumped into the shower to take advantage of the hot water. I began rinsing off holding on to both beers. I could see very little for the steam was really filling the room. I heard the door open and asked out loud “is that you”? “Yeah” said the boss. “Is every thing ok?” “Yup, it is now” he said as I heard the sound of keys hitting the dinette table top. “Bastard’s not going any where with out his keys” the boss lambasted. “I got you beer here” as I handed him the beer he had asked for. He walked back into the shower with me. He took his beer clinked my beer bottle with his and said “to team work!”

He grabbed my ass with his free hand and asked “have you evacuated your bowels yet”? “No” I replied, would you like me to do so now”? “No” he said “I think I have a better idea”. He removed me from underneath the water and soaped up my ass and slide a finger in and said” I need you to help me clean my dick for this guy up in you ass, if you get my meaning’? “I think I do” and he bent me down by moving his huge hand up my back and gently pulling my torso down”. “This guy is going to suck my dick tonight no matter what! If he wants a clean dick he is going to get one you can still smell the soap on!” I relaxed my anal muscles and I felt his member slide easily into my ass. He chuckled with glee as he moved his penis up and down and around my ass. Slightly more than I had bargained for but was happy for the effect and help of the second beer.

He turned off the water and I went and sat down on the open toilet. You could see the glee on his face as he sat down on the sofa and leaned back into it to get comfortable, he pulsed blood to his dick to make it stiff. I got up from the pot and finished my shower quickly.

I walked to the refrigerator and turned to the boss and he shook his head down in acknowledgment so I got us our third beer. He let go a rather loud belched from the second one, and we both laughed at our sexual mischief. I handed the boss his beer, I was amazed to be standing there buck naked next to him and he with his jerking hard on waiting to be sucked on a bet. He placed the rim of his beer bottle to my dicks pre cum and collected it into his open bottle, I flinch at the coldness. “To witnessing” clinking the beer bottles as his custom, he looked into my eyes as he held his beer up and swallowed hard holding my thigh with his huge hand. It gave a burst of blood to my boner. I could feel it swelling to unknown proportions knowing the boss had been so close to it.

“Put a video in’’ he pointed to the tapes on top of the machine with his beer bottle. I grabbed one wiped the screen off of condensation and hit play, it was a straight porno but with a nice dad on it. His dick seemed to hold both our interest. “Kiss me” he said “I want him to see my dick as hard as I can get it”. Man he was a good kisser.

No sooner had we stopped that the door opened slowly in hesitation. “Lock the door behind you, cock sucker” he yelled at the maintenance man!” “Fuck!” was all you could hear in return. “You could see the maintenance man sneaking a peek at the boss and his now huge prick. Let me at least drink a beer”, he pleaded. “No, take off your clothes and wash up, drink your beer as you bathe, I have a dick that needs tending to now, cock sucker”!

He started to take off his clothes and turned on the water. “Go get him his beer to help up his nerve” the boss ordered as he pushed me off the sofa with his huge hand on my back. I got him a beer and handed it to him in the shower. I almost felt sorry for this guy! He looked so butch and macho not gay at all. I started wondering what was up! I could see why the boss sucked this guy off on a regular basis. He had a sausage on him that looked pretty tasty.

“Drink up cock sucker” yelled the boss, it started to steam up more than before; I guess he really turned on the hot water to hide his uneasiness of the situation. He was not a talker that was for sure. The steam was really thick now and you could barely see any thing. I heard the boss whisper in my ear softly “kiss me”. I was kissing him, softly and quietly as we heard the maintenance man walk to the refrigerator kicking all of the clothes on the floor to get another beer. He had left the water running and you could barely see the light inside the refrigerator or of the TV.

The boss stopped kissing me to tell him “drink up your strength you cock sucker!” “I am not going to be able to do this with the lights on” the maintenance man said. “Do it any way you want to but do it you cock sucker!” the boss raised his voice at him. You could hear him going towards the lights and then he turned them off. “Leave the TV on the” the boss said “the water is steaming up the place enough for you not to see, but enough for me to see you suck me off cock sucker!” “Bring us all another beer Bitch!” “Hey” the maintenance man barked “Fuck you!” “No” Yelled the boss through the thick steam “It will be fuck you if you don”t suck my dick tonight you cock sucker!” You could hear him and barely see him bring us our fourth beer. I almost felt sorry for him being a beer behind us.

I felt the boss spread his legs out on the sofa preparing him for his just reward; I kicked up my feet under my ass to give him more room. He sensed this so he placed his huge hand on me and brought me closer to him, hugging me towards his mouth. “You’re my witness” he spoke softly. The maintenance man brought us our beers and we opened them up to his complaining of the deed at hand.

The boss searched the steam to toast our beers and said at the sound of all the bottles clinking “to my blow job”! “You fucking bastard!” the maintenance man said as he got down on his keens protesting all the way. Those would prove to be his last words for quite a while. “Weeeee Euuuuu” squealed out the boss “Its pay back time COCK SUCKER!” He guzzled down his beer, “Suck it Bitch”! Muffled sounds were all you could hear down south from the maintenance man. “Don’t even think of stopping to complain or my fuck buddy here will pump your ass!” “Oh yeah cock sucker, do it, yeah, do it, that’s it baby, let her go.” “Gimme your dick in my mouth baby” the boss told me. “Not you cock sucker, you stay right where you are bitch.” I stood up on the sofa and let him have my dick in his mouth; man was he good to go! He gobbled my prick to the bottom of my shaft. I did not want to make a sound, I was filled with such excitement and the beers were right where they were supposed to be hitting!

The maintenance man was begging to tire and the boss would have none of that. “Get down over here” the boss grumbled. “Like this he said” he placed me with my back to him with my legs hugging the sides of the maintenance man sucking him off. He placed that huge hand of his on my back and knew what was coming. He lowered my torso towards the maintenance mans’ ass and he slide a finger up my ass. “Now” he said “this little cock sucker needs some convincing that he is not at all finished with me.” “I am going to place a finger in your ass and you are going to do the same to his ass” “Now do it” he yelled at me as he shoved his finger in my ass. I did as instructed convinced by his prodding finger. He pulled out his finger and replaced it with his thumb, I quickly did the same to the maintenance man and the boss got the grunt response he was looking for. “Ahhhhh” he moaned in sexual delight at the maintenance man. He pulled out his thumb and I waited for a signal before pulling my thumb out. He realized what I was doing and laughed with naughtiness while slapping my ass with both his huge hands. I arched as I pulsated my prick resting on his stomach. I heard him “ahh” in kind. He pushed two fingers in my ass and I did so as signaled and he twisted them back and forth in and out. I did the same and had the cock sucker in shear ecstasy. I did not know how to signal my boss so I squeezed my anal muscles to get his attention. He caught on and noticed his dicks pleasure. He continued randomly switching fingers and noticed how much better the cock sucking went. That went on for quite a while.

“Looks like the cock sucker needs the full initiation tonight” reported the boss happily!
“Get down there and fuck the bitch” the boss slapped my ass hard. You could hear moans of delight and acceptance from the maintenance man. My prick became more swollen up with anticipation. “Get him” the boss proclaimed “ride the bitch like a sorry ass!” I started to pump his ass like the boss had threatened him with me earlier. As I did I could sense the boss beginning to fight his orgasm? I knew that he wanted it to last and last it had. I reached out to him and he cupped my hands in his and I heard high sighs in delight. I took my lead again from him as he would push me in with his arms as the maintenance man would do downward actions on his prick. I would hear his heavy breathing begin to escalate and I would in turn follow his rhythm as he started his thrusting for sexual climax. “I collect on all my bets cock sucker!” “You hear that bitch?’’ He started to thrust harder and harder and his voice was getting louder and louder when “AHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH UUGHHHH UGHHH UGHH”
The boss had cum!

The Milking Of Big John Joe !

It was a damp, muggy day. Big John Joe McKay, a tough, well-built, big bellied 55-year-old farmer, was sweating like a pig. Dressed in a white shirt, faded jeans and dirty black wellingtons, the big man had been chasing cattle all morning with two other local big bellied farmers, Eamonn Tunney and Patsy McAvey. Eamonn and Patsy were both sweating, too and were wiping their brows. They looked at Big John Joe admiringly, his wet shirt clinging to his chest and gut.
“Hey, John Joe, Patsy and I were just saying – you must be hung like a stallion!” said Eamonn.
“It gets the job done.”
“We were wondering what sort of milk yield you have?” said Patsy.
“What sort of talk is that?” replied John Joe, trying to act casual, although he knew he was getting hard.
“You ever been milked by a man?” asked Eamonn.
“No, I have not!”
“Would you like to be? It’s fun and you’ll find that you have a lot bigger load than you ever imagined.”
“You mean you two have milked guys?”
“A few – farmers and builders are our main likes. We milked Ray Dempsey at the mart the other week – he was loaded.”
“And judging by that bulge in your jeans, John Joe, you want us to milk you, too.”
“Oh Jesus, yeah. I’m hard…and horny as fuck!”
Eamonn and Patsy eased John Joe back against a stack of bales. Patsy got down his knees and started working on the big farmer’s bulge, sucking it through the jeans fabric. John Joe moaned.
“Oh, fuck!”
Meanwhile Eamonn was opening John Joe’s wet shirt, button by button. The big farmer’s upper body was glistening with sweat. Droplets of sweat hung off his nipples. Eamonn began licking John Joe’s sweaty body, exploring every inch of his hairy chest and smooth ball belly, sucking the droplets off his nipples. Then he chewed the nipples.
John Joe was rock hard and precumming and moaning like hell. There was a big precum stain around his bulge. His balls felt full and he thought he was going to cum any minute.
“Oh, lads, I’m going to shoot!!”
“No, you’re not!” said Patsy, grabbing the big farmer’s bulge and squeezing it.
Eamonn licked and licked John Joe’s ball belly, tickling the big farmer’s gut hole with his tongue. Then he pushed down the waistband of John Joe’s jeans and sucked on the wet pubic hairs.
“Oh fuck, I’m bursting?” moaned John Joe. “Open my zip, let the lad out!”
Patsy opened the zipper, reached in and pulled out the big farmer’s rock hard and dripping eight inch cock and big balls.
“Wow!” said Patsy.
“How did you ever get a thing like that inside the missus?” said Eamonn, reaching down and wrapping his big hand around the massive organ and pulling back the foreskin.
“I managed,” moaned John Joe. “Oh fuck! Awwwww!!! Oooooh!!!”
Eamonn rubbed the palm of his hand all over the wet, dripping cockhead and used it to lube the aching shaft. Up and down, he pumped it. Then he ran his forefinger all around the still dripping piss slit.
“Say ‘aw’, big fella!” said Eamonn as he worked the sticky forefinger into John Joe’s mouth. “Go on, taste your own juice!”
“Mmmmmmmmm!” moaned John Joe as he sucked the finger dry.
Patsy was about start sucking on the big cock when Eamonn stopped him.
“Hold on, Patsy! I want his stiff tool to feel the sensation of cold rubber!”
Eamonn lifted his leg and touched the big cockhead with the cold rubber of his Wellington boot. When he took it away, there was a trail of precum all along the side of it.
Then Patsy began gorging himself on the big fat veined boner, sucking hard and deep, then licking the pink cockhead and tickling the piss slit with his tongue.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”, moaned John Joe as he reached down and stroked Patsy’s balding head.
Eamonn got down on his knees and began sucking on the big farmers loaded balls.
For over half an hour, the two men worked on the big, tough farmer, taking turns sucking his cock and balls. They took him to the edge many many times, but stopped him shooting by squeezing his bulging nuts and pressing a thumb against his piss slit. John Joe had never been through anything like this before and he was loving it. His cock was bursting, red raw and sensitive to the slightest touch, and his balls were on fire. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I can’t hold it, lads! I’m gonna shoot! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww!”
John Joe exploded with force into Patsy’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Patsy pulled back, his mouth full of cum and Eamonn took the hard sticky organ into his mouth as John Joe exploded again.
John Joe just kept shooting as Eamonn and Patsy took turns sucking out his juice. It seemed like he was never going to stop shooting. His moans were incredible. Then Eamonn got to his feet, a load of hot cream still in his mouth and he French-kissed John Joe, hard, forcing the big farmer’s own cum into his mouth and making him swallow it all by fingering his throat.
“You bastard, Eamonn, aaaawww!” said John Joe, his words lost in moans as Patsy sucked him hard and deep, milking every drop of juice out of his aching balls. Then he licked the big farmer’s cock and balls clean, pushed them back into his jeans and zipped him up.
“Not so tough now, John Joe?” said Patsy, getting to his feet.
“Oh, wow, that was something else! The sweat’s pumping out of me!”
“Let’s clean him up!” said Eamonn and he and Patsy began licking the sweat off John Joe’s big chest and belly. Beads of sweat had again formed on the big farmer’s nipples and the two big men took a nipple each, sucking it and biting it. They they each worked on his glistening ball belly. And all the time their hands reached down and rubbed his crotch.
And the whole process started again as the big farmer got hard. This time Eamonn got down on his knees and sucked John Joe's aching bulge through the damp jeans fabric. Meanwhile Patsy stroked John Joe's head as the big farmer moaned and groaned.
"Good boy, John Joe," said Patsy, gently caressing the sixteen stone farmer's black hair. "Good boy. It has to hurt for it to be any good. Your big cock does hurt, doesn't it?"
"Ye..yes," gasped John Joe, struggling to speak. "It...it hurts like fuck. Oooooaaaaaooooooaaaa!"
"And your big balls hurt, too, don't they, big guy?"
"Oh Jesus!! Awwwwwwwwww!!! My cock is raw!!! I haven't any more!!!"
"Yes, you have, big boy! And Eamonn will get it out of you!"
Eamonn unzipped John Joe's tool again. It was rock hard. The cock head was red raw. Eamonn took the veined eight incher into his mouth and sucked hard and deep, stroking the cold rubber of John Joe's black wellington boots as he did so.
"Oh God!!!! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!"
John Joe moaned and his whole body shuddered as he shot into Eamonn's mouth. The juice was more watery this time, but Eamonn still gulped it down.
"Leave a drop for me!" said Patsy, getting down on his knees.
"Finish the fucker off!" said Eamonn, strrugling to his feet.
Patsy sucked the remaining drops out of John Joe's balls, leaving the big tough farmer's sacs aching with emptiness. Then he licked John Joe's cock clean again and zipped it up.
The big farmer slowly sank to the ground and rolled over. His belly was heaving.
"Oh, fuck!!" he moaned.
He was well and truly drained.

Satisfaction Guaranteed !

The sun broke through the window Saturday morning to awaken me for the day. I was tired and didn't want to get out of bed for anything, but my morning raging piss hardon said otherwise.
I dragged my ass out of bed and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. It felt good to touch myself, but it would have felt better for someone else to take care of it! I jumped into the shower and started lathering myself up all over, but paid more attention to my aching balls, which hadn't been satisfied for a long time. The hot shower felt good, but I was still tired and ached all over. Maybe it would be a nice quiet day and I could sit around all day relaxing.
My shower was over with and I headed into the kitchen to get some breakfast to get me going for the day. I needed to do my house chores today, like washing dishes and everything else. All I had to eat was cereal and not a single clean dish to use was available. I turned on the water to clean up the sink and wash the junk down through the garbage disposal when all of a sudden water went flying everywhere! Oh shit! My day wasn't going very well! I was no plumber, so I reached for the yellow pages in the phone book to find one. They all said the same thing. How can one water problem be different from another problem and a plumber for each situation? All the ads in the book looked alike, so I settled on one that said "Mike's Plumbing. We'll fix any problem in an hour or less. Satisfaction guaranteed". Well, I better get satisfaction I told myself and gave the guy my address and problem.
An hour went by and I was getting a little impatient for the plumber to arrive. I went to the window just as the truck pulled up. Satisfaction guaranteed had better be worth it, and then I saw the guy get out. He was at least six feet tall and over three hundred and fifty pounds to boot. The Bulkster of my dreams! He had a neatly trimmed narrow beard, a tight pair of pants to reveal his meat package, and a shirt that must have been three sizes too small. Well, so far so good. At least my libido would be fed with that burly bear to fix the problem. I wondered if he could fix "my" plumbing?
He knocked on the door and I eagerly let him into my house. I had to come back to reality from staring at his huge bullish body and fine, light hair on his chest with the shirt that was unbuttoned half way down. I showed him the kitchen and told him the problem.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll have it fixed in no time. Satisfaction guaranteed, you know," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Sounds good with me," I replied. "I'll leave you alone then."
As much as I tried, I couldn't resist running my eyes over his behemoth body. I tried to stay out of the kitchen, but I found myself making excuses to make trips into the kitchen to do something. At first, he was down on his hands and knees under the kitchen counter top. He was a big boy with his pants dropping down over his nice full melon sized ass, and showing the crack of his ass, which was showing at least five inches worth! His shirt had slid down towards his shoulders showing more bulk and meaty body to play with. WOOF! He could fix my plumbing any day!
The next time that I went into the kitchen he was lying on his back with his legs spread wide. His shirt was too short for him and it was half way up his chest for me to see a forest full of hair that stretched down to his crotch. His pants were also three sizes too small and were under his big belly while resting on his cock. He worked out some, but just enough to keep his muscles toned for such a huge man of my dreams.
"Fuck!" he said. "Hey, buddy. I dropped my wrench. Could you get it for me?"
I told him so and then realized where it was. It had slipped down between his legs, one end on the floor and the other end against his crotch. His pants were worn thin there, and ripped a little to show how much of a meat package he had. They looked like they were the only pair of pants that he had ever worn for at least the last ten years. I went over to pick it up and couldn't resist the urge to touch him. So I did, accidentally on purpose of course. I grabbed it and couldn't help but get a handful of lunchmeat and yes he did have a boner to boot! His leg twitched slightly and I said sorry.
All he said was, "Forget it. A guy already knows what another guy has, so no harm done!"
I went back to what I was doing, which was really nothing when he let out another yell.
"Shit!" Now what I said to myself . He's going to be here all day, but I wouldn't mind if he stayed the night, too. I went into the kitchen again and water was squirting everywhere, not to mention a mess that had been spilled on him from whatever the problem was.
"I forgot to turn off the water outside!" he yelled. "Do you know where it is?" I told him yea, and he went outside to turn it off.
When he walked back in he was standing there cussing as he was dripping wet with water and slime from the plumbing all over him and all over the carpet. "Damn! I'm sorry for making a mess. I'll take care of it. Remember, satisfaction guaranteed!"
I told him it wasn't his fault and not to worry about it. He then asked if I minded that he take his shirt off to prevent more muck form getting everywhere.
"No. Go right ahead. As you said, us guys already know what each other has," as I starred him in the face. Our eyes met and I knew that there was something different about him. So I got brave and said it was my fault since I made the mess and offered to wash his clothes for him.
"You don't mind?" he asked in a teasing manner, running his tongue on his lips and playing with his meat package. I said no and he began to take off his clothes in front of me. "I knew you were different, too," he said to me, "because I saw some gay magazines in your living room when I came in. Besides, I'm already done here. I just needed to check you out to see what "your" plumbing problem was." I was in heaven!
"How about I put your clothes in the washer - and we wash you up, too!" I suggested. His eyes got real big and he said, "Let's go!"
I led him to the bathroom where we both jumped in. "I thought you turned the water off?" I asked.
"No. Just a trick to see what you would do next?"
We lathered each other up and my hands were all over his massive barrel-chested body, down across that burly belly of his, and when I pinched his nipple he moaned in delight. I pinched his other nipple which was pierced and he moaned again pinching my nipples as well. I suckled his breast and fed my mouth on the other plump one as well. We stood there looking at each other and ecstasy was on our faces. We hugged each other and I could feel the size of his massive body squeezing mine as my hands slipped down and tried to rub those cheeks of his ass as we were kissing each other and sucking each other's tongues like no tomorrow. Our hands then roamed down to where our cocks were and we stroked our now rigid members, which were rubbing together making love on their own and poking our bellies.
I couldn't wait any more so I got down on my knees in the shower with the hot water running on us and licked his balls. They were low hangers and the biggest I'd ever seen. I licked some more after I kissed each one as I tried putting them in my mouth. Boy, were they huge. I got one in and savored the taste of the biggest pair of melons I ever ate. Then, I sucked his left nut and he moaned again. I tried to put both in, but they were just too big and the hairiest, too.
Next, I then kissed the head of his dick. It was big and rosy red. This guy had what I liked. A short, stubby dick, and very wide. I licked it real good so could get all of his man smell in my mouth.
He looked down at me and said, "I told you. Satisfaction guaranteed!"
Was he ever right on that! I opened my mouth and swallowed his pride to the hilt. It was so huge it gagged me, but I loved it. He put a hand on my head and another on my shoulder and guided me the way he wanted it. I sucked it in and out of my mouth nice and slow, lingering over the head of his dick, rubbing my tongue under the head where it felt so good. The thrusting of his groin now became even more intense as it was bringing him closer to cumming. I played with his cheeks and thighs, rubbing and massaging them while I sucked his beefy meat package. He let out a yell and grabbed my head with both hands to face fuck me. He fucked his two-inch wide thick meat package in and out of my mouth like crazy. After a few minutes he pushed real hard and let out another yell as he filled my mouth with his sweet juice for me to drink. I pumped his dick to get all of the cum out of his dick and balls.
The big plumber got down on me. He started licking my balls, but they weren't as big as his and he managed to get both into his mouth, pulling on them, trying to yank them from my body. It hurt and felt good at the same time.
Next, he moved his attention to my dick and sucked on it. In and out. In and out. I could feel his tongue on the head of my dick and it was so big. I moaned, too, to let him know he was doing a great job and not stop.
The big beast got up and said, "Turn around." I turned around, put both hands on the shower wall and leaned over a little. He used some more soap and put it in the crack of my cheeks. I even felt a finger or two as he loosened up my sphincter muscle. I cinched up my cheeks and he knew that he was doing a good job. He took his fingers out and then spread them with one hand as he inserted his huge soaped up cock up my ass. We both moaned this time. He manfucked me like a man should and reached in front to play with my cock and balls, squeezing them ever so firmly, but gently. After a minute he filled my ass with white juicy cream.
I returned the favor told him to turn around, but first I got down on my knees and licked his ass with my tongue. I could feel all of that wet hair between my teeth and tasting ever so good. I stood up and returned the favor for him, savagely facing his big delicious ass with my hard member. I grabbed hold of his massive thick cock and stroked it again while I gave him of my sweet juice. We were both exhausted and looked at each other's eyes and hugged again. I hugged him and he hugged me. I think that meant more then the sex because I could feel the warmth inside of him towards me.
We left the shower and I gave him his clothes, which were now dry. I thanked him for the plumbing repair and he grinned. I made a friend, and it was more than just sex even though that's what we did and enjoyed it.
"How about a nice oil massage next time while I fix your plumbing?" "Satisfaction guaranteed?" he asked.
"Satisfaction guaranteed," I answered.

My Dad was a policeman !

My Dad was a policeman, and was quite a role model for me. He was tall, dark, and handsome, 6’2” and 200 pounds, very fit and muscular since he worked out a lot. He worked primarily as a detective in street clothes, but he also had his police uniforms that I thought made him look exceptionally macho, but I would never have told him that, certainly not in that way to make him think that I thought he was a sex symbol. He knew that I admired him, and as I developed, he was pleased that I seemed to have inherited most all of his genes, and he would compliment me on my looks, and my build as I fleshed out the body, by working out with him. He often told me that I was getting to be as good looking as his old man, or developing a build like his old man, and I took that as a high compliment as well since I regarded him as one of the most handsome men that I had ever seen. I was as blonde as he was dark, but otherwise, we looked alike, and our bodies seemed to be made from the same mold.
We were good buddies and good friends, but not exceptionally close. I knew that he was there if I needed him, and he gave me all the support and guidance that a good father would do. I was nearly eighteen when Mom and Dad decided that my bedroom, which was adjacent to their bedroom, should be changed and that I should move into the big room over the garage, which was down the hall and farthest away from them. I guess they knew that I wanted and needed more privacy as a testosterone-laden teen, and they likely needed their own marital privacy as well, without worrying about any sexual antics in either room. The room over the garage had only been roughed out, and needed to be finished and painted. For as long as I could remember, it had just been a storage room, with a lot of Mom’s sewing things, but mostly just full of boxes and old furniture. On a long holiday weekend, Dad and I were left at home alone to work on my new bedroom.

We were up bright and early, and by the end of that day we were making great progress since it was beginning to be cleared out. We hauled out virtually everything that was in the room, lugging it to the garage or to the junk heap. By late afternoon, it was now a big empty room, with two big mirrored sliding doors that led into a huge closet that ran the entire length of one wall. With the room now empty, Dad announced our last task for the day was to tackle the closet, which included a long rack of old clothing. As he handed the clothes to me to take to the garage, he stopped at one point with a noticeable pause as he held up a uniform, obviously one of his from years ago. He smiled as he displayed it for me, and told me that it was the first uniform that he had ever had custom tailored to be form-fitting, and he always felt good in it, and felt that he looked good in it, too. I asked him to try it on to show me. He smiled, said he was sure that it would not fit anymore, but the idea intrigued him, that was obvious.
He stripped out of his shirt and his trousers, now just in his white briefs. “I don’t think so, Neddy”, he said, using his nickname for me, “but here we go.” He put on the shirt, and tried to button it, but there was no way that was going to happen. His dark hairy chest just was not going to be covered by the form-fitting shirt, which was now too small. He laughed about that, but kept it on as he tried the trousers. And once again, he was met with the recognition that his waist was now larger than the uniform, and there was no way that it was going to close. He took the clothes off, then looked at me, and said, “Neddy, these just might fit you, do me a favor and see if they will.” Of course, I was willing to do that, and I dropped my trousers and my shirt quickly. I stepped into the uniform trousers, and I knew instantly that they were going to fit me. Snugly, but they were going to fit. I fastened the waist hook, and turned to admire myself in the mirror, with Dad sizing me up and taking it all in. He rubbed my butt, “Shows off your nice ass”, he laughed, and his next comment was quick, “But Neddy, you are not ‘dressed right’.”

I did not know quite what he meant, and he smiled broadly, and said “Let me show you” as he undid the waist hook, unzipped the fly and reached down to grasp the bulge of my genitals and placed them on the other side of the crotch seam. Then he zipped them up, and turned me towards the mirror again, and said, “There you are, you have to ‘dress’ for these tailored pants to fit you just right.” We were both staring at my crotch now, both in the mirror and for real, and it was also obvious to both of us that I was throwing a growing erection that simply could not be denied. I was embarrassed, but said nothing, wishing that my hard-on would go down and not embarrass me so much in front of my Dad, but it just seemed to keep growing to very noticeable proportions, while Dad stared with increasing interest as he watched and smiled.
“I guess I would throw a boner too”, he said, “if someone were rearranging my cock and balls, and then staring at them. Take ‘em off Neddy, and let it grow.” I had never been this intimate or familiar with my Dad before, but I did as he said, and stepped out of the uniform trousers. And as though he had just commanded it, my cock seemed to grow and grow and grow. I was truly embarrassed, but he was not. “Hey, Neddy”, he said, “I am throwing a boner too and no one has even been touching me.” I was compelled to look, and indeed, the bulge in his white briefs was obviously throbbing with twitching aroused male meat. “Seeing my son with a big hard-on is giving me one too, since it looks like you are truly giving your old Dad some competition there”. I think every Dad in the world is probably curious about how his son develops in the dick department and he went on, “Let me see, let me take a good look at you.” I have to tell you, this had turned into the most erotic moment of my eighteen years!

Dad took a step closer to me, and gently but firmly got a grasp of my crotch through my underwear, and I thought that I might blow a load right then, but instead, he took my hand and placed it over his own crotch, which was also stretching the fabric.
“Don’t you want to get naked, Neddy?” he asked, as he pushed his briefs down to his knees, then to his ankles and stepped out of them. His cock sprang upward, and bounced once against his belly with the freedom from the restricting clothing. Trance-like, I did the same, and realized somewhere in the trance that me and my Dad were actually standing there with huge erections, eyeing each other and sizing each other up. “Damn, Ned, you’ve got a dick that is a mirror image of your old Dad!”, and I knew he was right. Looking at his cock directly made me think that I was looking in the mirror at myself, since they looked so much alike. There was no question that his was bigger and more thickly developed, and his big balls were much more impressive, but we definitely had the same genes. These pricks looked very much alike, just in the different versions of “Dad and his Son”. (Both of us had just a little over eight inches of meat; I knew that since I had been measuring my cock for years.)

We were both stroking light easy, and pulling on our nuts, we were both showing off to each other, it was just that simple, just that basic. I was showing off for him, and he was showing off for me, and no words were being spoken. We stood in front of the mirror, side by side, stroking and admiring each other, when he reached over and took my rigid cock in his hand for just a moment. I thought that I was going to blow a load again right then, but instead, I dripped some voluminous slick rivulets of precum as he touched me. He caught them, and slowly took them up to his mouth to taste, then rubbed the remainder over his own dick which was throbbing and dancing. I was fascinated by what he was doing, was almost numb, when Dad said to me, “Don’t you want to touch my dick, the one that made you such a hot and handsome fucker?” Yes, I did. And I reached over to gently hold his cock as he then turned to face me, and we put the dicks together. “Put your hand over both of them, Neddy, let’s see who has the bigger one” he teased, since we both knew that his was bigger as we did it anyway. Standing that way, with our cocks together, and my hand wrapped around both, slowly stroking them both, he reached around my body and pulled me close to him. I said to him, “Dad, I can’t hold off, I am going to drop it”, and he smiled and simply encouraged me to “go for it” and I did.

I must have thrust about ten heavy spurts right against his belly and on his cock. I pulled away, breathing heavily, and he retrieved as much of my load as he could do, rubbed it all around his cock and balls, and continued his stroking, telling me how hot and erotic it was to lube his cock with my cream. I was fascinated as he gyrated in front of the mirror, showing it all off for me, jacking himself off and strutting his masculinity in front of me. I had blown a huge load but I was still as rock hard as I had ever been, and he noticed that too, as he swaggered in front of me. I was turned on when he pushed me down to my knees, with his hard cock right at my eye level. I knew what he wanted me to do, but when he encouraged me to put my lips over his cock, I told him that I was not sure what to do. I knew what to do, and wanted to do it, but was afraid of what Dad might think, so I pretended to be naïve. He kept quietly begging for me to suck him, quietly asking for it over and over again as he knelt down to the floor with me, and then he surprised me as he pulled me up and then leaned over and sucked my waving steel-like cock deep into his mouth. I was nearly screaming with the pleasure of it all. Somehow we were now lying down and we twisted our bodies around and I knew he was orchestrating the movements. When his dick finally got close enough for me to swallow it, I did, and we locked into that sixty-nine position for what seemed a long, long time, but surely could not have been more than a few seconds since I was flowing my release into his mouth without restraint, since I could not hold back. He seemed to take it all, and then stood over me, a huge giant of a man towering over me, and jacked himself to a violent orgasm, dropping it all over my face and body.

I was turned on by everything that was happening, but he seemed to cease his sexual feelings as soon as the last drop hit my chest. He straightened himself up, and left the room quickly, turning the light off as he left. I was confused and a little afraid of what was happening just then, but I found my white jockey underwear in the darkened room and slipped them on over my still rock hard cock. Suddenly, Dad was right there beside me again, worried and concerned. He said a lot of things that I do not remember very well, but he was trying to apologize and explain how sorry he was and how guilty he felt, and remorseful. I let him get it all out of his system, then went to my knees and started to kiss his cock through his underwear, and his response was immediate as he pulled it free and let me take him, deep and sensual for us both.

“Neddy, I have only done these things a very few times in my life, with another man I mean. I never would have believed that I would do them with my son, forgive me.” It was my turn to smile and cheer him up. “Hey Dad, it is not the first time that I have done this either. I have also done it only a few times. But it is the first time that I have had such hot sex with such a sexy guy!”

He smiled at me and said, “OK, who have you done it with?” and I smiled back, and said, “OK I’ll tell, but only if you tell me about one of your encounters first!”

The Milking Of Eamonn !

It was a Sunday evening in August. Eamonn Tunney, a well-built sixty two year old, got out of his car, a big smile on his face. He was wearing a light blue shirt and grey trousers, the fabric of his shirt straining over his cannonball gut and the shirt buttons ready to pop. He was every inch the big bellied farmer.
He had come to do a job of work for fellow farmer, Johnny Kelly, another big hunk of a man, who wearing tee shirt, jeans and Wellington boots. Johnny was younger - just turned fifty - but equally well-built with a nice belly on him. He had played rugby in his younger days and was still a combination of muscles and beef.
Johnny watched as Eamonn got out of the car and went to the boot. His manhood was stirring in his jeans. Johnny loved big bellied farmers and Eamonn was a prime specimen.
“Are you going to do the job now?” asked Johnny
“I might as well – it’ll save me a second trip.”
“You’ll need Wellingtons – it’s very mucky around the drinking trough.”
“I have a pair in the boot – as well as some overalls.”
This was a like a dream come through for Johnny. His cock hardened as he watched Eamonn slip off his shoes and struggle into the overalls – the big farmer’s gut putting even more pressure on the shirt buttons and straining against the fabric. For a few seconds the outline of Eamonn’s dick could be seen in the trousers as it caught in the folds of the overalls. Was Eamonn hard? Johnny liked to think so.
Then Eamonn put on his dirty black Wellington boots, his thick legs fitting tightly into them. What a hot fucker! By now, Johnny was getting harder and slightly dripping precum. He got even harder when Eamonn bent over to pick up his shoes off the ground and his big ass stretched the blue fabric of the overalls.

*

Half an hour later, the job was finished and Eamonn stood proudly at the drinking trough, his Wellington boots planted in the soft mud.
“It should work now, Johnny,” said Eamonn, opening the buttons of his overalls. “I’m fucking soaked with sweat”.
Johnny took a deep breath when he heard this.
“Thanks for everything, Eamonn. I really appreciate you helping me out like this. I’m useless with plumbing!”
The only plumbing on Johnny’s mind was the plumbing between Eamonn’s legs. He had been watching Eamonn admiringly and lustily for the previous half hour, his eyes having mentally undressed the big bellied farmer and his fantasies having milked him dry. As a result Johnny was getting harder and soaking wet with precum.
“Your gut’s getting bigger,” said Johnny, playfully slapping Eamonn’s belly.
“It took a lot of effort to get it that big.”
“Have you, eh, ever taken a punch in it?”
“A few times. I remember one time this fella nailed me with a sucker punch. He buckled me! I couldn’t straighten for ten minutes. Mind you, I got him back a few days later with a knee in the balls. He didn’t do it again.”
Johnny took another deep breath and tried to discreetly re-arrange the position of his hard dick.
“Have you ever done any wrestling?” asked Johnny, tentatively.
“Oh, yeh, I’ve done a bit of tussling.”
“Do you think you could take me on?”
“Easy! I could take you down.”
“Prove it!”
“Here and now?!”
“Why not? Come on, let’s find a bit of clear ground. And I’ll take you down!”

*

Johnny couldn’t believe his luck. He was about to get his hands on beefy big bellied Eamonn and by now he was rock hard.
The two men locked hands and began a titanic test of strength. There was much grimacing and heavy breathing as the two farmers struggled to gain the upper hand, their Wellington boots slipping in the wet grass.
Johnny managed to get his arms around Eamonn’s waist and began to bearhug the big bellied farmer, squeezing him tighter and tighter. Their bellies bonded in the tight hold as Johnny applied the pressure. Eamonn’s face contorted in pain as he struggled to free himself, his mouth open, gulping for air. Then their clean-shaven, rough-skinned faces touched as Johnny’s hardon pressed against Eamonn’s thigh.
“You horny fucker,” gasped Eamonn, struggling to speak “You’re hard!”
“Like steel, you big bellied fucker!”
Johnny sqeezed and squeezed the big bellied bellied farmer tighter and tighter to him as he rubbed his hardon up and down Eamonn’s thigh. Then Johnny’s loaded ball sacs exploded in his jeans. He groaned as he shot his big load, releasing his grip on Eamonn, who sank to the ground.
“You kinky fucker, Kelly!” gasped Eamonn, cradling his belly. “You used me to get your rocks off!”
“Guilty as charged, Eamonn! And it felt so good. The wife is good, but you’re better!”
Still gasping, Eamonn struggled to his feet.
“I wish I could get off like that, I haven’t had a good hardon in months. The diabetes is playing havoc with it.”
“I’ll make you hard, Tunney! And then I’ll milk you dry!”
“Big talk!”
“I can back it up! And I’ve been wanting to milk the fuck out of you for a long time! And after the load I’ve shot, I’m just in the mood!”

*
Johnny eased Eamonn back against the ditch, opened the remaining buttons of his overalls down to the crotch, reached between his legs and felt his cock and balls through the trousers fabric.
“I’ve wanted to get my hands on these beauties for a long time!” said Johnny, giving Eamonn’s equipment a good squeeze.
Eamonn grimaced.
“Just take out the lad and get it over with!” he said, abruptly.
“Oh no, big boy! I’m going to take my time!”
Johnny started to undo Eamonn’s shirt buttons, one by one. The shirt was soaked with sweat and the big farmer’s hard nipples were framed in the nylon fabric. Eamonn’s big beefy body was glistening with sweat – the matted grey hair on his chest was drenched; droplets had formed on each nipple; and his cannonball gut was soaking wet.
Johnny started licking Eamonn’s chest and gut, pausing to tongue his gut-hole and chew and bite his nipples, while his right hand pumped the big farmer’s hardening tool through the trousers fabric.
Eamonn moaned and started to writhe against the ditch, his muddy Wellington boots squeaking in the wet grass.
“Ooooo!!! Aaaaa!!! Awww!!! Yeh, that’s good!!! Oh, yeh!!! Ooooooaawwaaaaaaaaa!!! Oh, fuck ya, Kelly, let the lad out! I’m bursting!””
“Not yet, big boy! Not yet!”
Johnny rubbed his cheek against Eamonn’s smooth cannonball gut.
“Mmmmmm,” said Johnny. “I’ve wanked thinking about you, you big bellied fucker! Thinking about you out on the farm in work clothes and wellies and getting into an argument with a couple of big truckers, who then double-teamed you and took your gut apart, punch by punch….and then milked you.”
At these words, Johnny pumped Eamonn’s tool harder and harder until it was like a tentpole in the trousers.
“Aaaaawwwwww,* moaned Eamonn. “Let the lad out, for fuck’s sake!”
“All right”.
Johnny undid Eamonn’s belt and opened his zipper. The big bellied farmer’s hardened uncut wet veined seven incher sprang out. Johnny then pulled Eamonn’s two big hairy balls out.
“Oh, that’s a relief!”
Johnny took Eamonn’s tool in his right hand and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the wet pink cockhead drenched in precum, which was trickling out of the piss slit. Then he sucked all around the juicy top as if he was sucking an ice pop, all the while pumping the aching, throbbing shaft further down with his big rough hand while squeezing the jovial farmer’s big hairy balls with the other. Seconds later he began tonguing the big bellied farmer’s piss slit. This sent Eamonn wild making him moan and groan and writhe against the ditch.
“Oooooooh!! Aaaaah!!!!!! Awwwwwwwwww!!! Oh Jesus!!! Fuck you, Kelly! Where did you learn to do that with your tongue? Oh yeh!!! Yeh!!!!!! Aw yeh!!!!!!”
Eamonn was still moaning and groaning helplessly as Johnny took the thick seven incher into his hot mouth – all the way down to the pubic hair – sucking the big affable farmer’s juicy rod hard and deep.
“That’s it, Kelly!! Oh, yeh!!!!! Yeh!!!! That’s it!!! Harder!!!!! Harder!!!! Deeper!!!! Deeper!!!!!!!!! Oooooooooh!!!!! Aaaaah!!! Aaaaawww!!!!! Yeh!!!!
Then Eamonn grabbed Johnny’s hair and held his head down on the aching throbbing tool, making the tough farmer gag. But Johnny was quick-thinking – he grabbed and squeezed Eamonn’s balls to force him to release his grip.
“You big bellied bastard, Tunney!” said Johnny, raising his head and spluttering.
“Aren’t you man enough for the job? You’ll have to be tough to get Eamonn Tunney’s load.”
“Oh, I’ll get it this time,” said Johnny, pulling a plastic glove from his pocket and fitting it on his right hand.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You’ll see or should that be ‘feel’. Now, let’s see how tough you are, big boy!”
“You had this planned, you bastard! You came prepared!”
“I used to be a boy scout!”
Johnny began pumping Eamonn’s boner with his left hand, while working his gloved right hand under the big farmer’s balls and between his legs. Prising Eamonn’s tight buttocks apart, he pushed his thick forefinger up the big farmer’s ass – forcing the finger up and up and up until he touched Eamonn’s very soul.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!” moaned Eamonn. “Oh, fuck!”
“Now, you know how them cows of yours feel when the bull gets at them! Not so tough now, big boy!! Now, let’s see if you’re ticklish.”
“Awwwwwwwww, you bastard!!!! Aw yeh!!! Aw yeh!!! Sweet Jesus!!!! Fucking hell!!! Oh God!!! Yeh!!!! Aw yeh!!!!
Johnny wiggled his finger inside Eamonn’s ass causing an incredible tickling sensation. The big bellied farmer had never felt anything like it before. His moans were incredible. He tried to hold his load, but he knew he couldn’t.
“Jesus, I’m cumming!!! I’m cumming!!!!! I’m cumming!!!!!!!”
“I’ll be ready for you, big boy!”
Johnny fixed his mouth around Eamonn’s cock as the big bellied farmer’s balls literally exploded, shuddering and going into spasms. Eamonn moaned to the heavens.
“Oh, Sweet Mother of Divine Fuck!!!!”
The first jet of cream came so fast that it hit the back of Johnny’s throat. He gulped it down and tried to swallow the rest, but the juice just kept coming as Eamonn’s big balls continued to empty. The cream was everywhere – down Eamonn’s shaft; into his pubic hairs and onto his balls; down Johnny’s chin and dripping on Eamonn’s dirty Wellingtons.
“Oh God, that was incredible!” moaned Eamonn, leaning against the ditch for support. His body was soaked in sweat and his big cannonball gut was heaving up and down . “I’ve never shot a load like that before, Never! Not even on my wedding night! You’re some fucker, Kelly! My balls are paining me they’re so empty. And my dick feels like it’s on fire.”
Johnny removed his finger from Eamonn’s ass and discarded the glove. He proceeded to lick the big farmer’s cock and balls dry. He wiped his own chin with the back of his hand and invited Eamonn to lick the residue.
“Tasty!” gasped Eamonn, still short of breath, as he licked the back of Johnny’s hand.
“Now, shur, there’s nothing wrong with your equipment – it just needed the right handling.”
“Oh, fuck! I’ve never had such a milking! I’m hardly able to stand.”
“And you’re all sweaty, too. Let me dry you off.!
Johnny licked Eamonn’s upper body dry, paying particular to his smooth cannonball gut.
“I’d love to hire a couple of guys to work that gut over – and let me watch and wank while they did it.”
“In your dreams, Kelly!” said Eamonn, putting away his equipment and zipping up his trousers.
“Oh, I’ll be dreaming about it – and wanking – and remembering this evening!”