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Subject: Big Neighbor Men Chapter 1: The Foreman Pt. 1 Please donate to Nifty. Any amount helps. Keep this site and the availability of the wealth of erotic material free as the volume of stories increases and the cost to maintain it does as well. ************************************************************************** This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author’s imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. 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In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any con- sequences of you viewing or downloading the story. —————————————————————————– Big Men Next Door – Chapter 1 The Foreman Pt. 1 They bought the house next to ours right after the hurricane had done a lot of damage including downing trees and ripping up the fences on our side of the street. It was an old neighborhood where homes still sat wide apart with large front and back yards. I was thirteen and bored. The hurricane had been, even with the damage, at least some excitement. Right off, Hoyt and May Maddox came off as awkward with my family and the rest of our neighbors. When the house had gone up for sale, I’d hoped a family with kids my age might move in. I was sadly disappointed and, I suppose, a bit resentful of the older couple at first. Mrs. Maddox was a squat woman in her late forties. Square bodied with no discernible chest or hips, her wardrobe appeared to consist only of uniform dres- ses for work, and floral print mumu’s with no sleeves or shape. Tennis shoes were her only apparent interest in footwear. Short perm’ed fluffy mouse-blond hair surrounded a stocky face with hard lines and a pinched mouth. If she’d ever been pretty, there was no sign of it now. A friendly personality could have made a significant difference. Instead, she was serious, dry, and seemed a bit slow for her profession as a nurse. Since our county was made up mostly of small towns with a lacking employment pool, she was hired on at the county hospital soon after they moved in. Mr. Maddox, in his early fifties, had the rather lumbering look of a big grizzly bear with his 6’7″ height, shaggy jet black hair and full beard streaked lightly with grey, barrel chest, and thigh-sized arms hanging from cannonball shoulders. As a foreman at a farm machinery factory…big dusty round-toed work- boots, threadbare jeans, and denim work-shirts tucked in with a well-worn belt were his daily work clothes, though, he also always wore in immaculate cowboy that looked as if it still bore its price tag inside the brim. He had a quiet air about him that seemed neither stern nor friendly. That with his beard, towering stature, and bulldozer physique, left him intimidating for me and appearing rather antisocial to the neighborhood families. Mom and Dad didn’t like nor dislike the Maddox’s, they just accepted them as quiet neighbors. Mom was newly pregnant that October and, with me at fourteen, had a lot to prepare for over the next nine months. Dad, on the other hand, be- gan working overtime whenever it was offered and doing his best to secure a raise or a promotion. With fall and winter coming on, we saw very little of our new neighbors un- til spring. I’d been dealt yard duties with Dad working so much and Mom’s pregnancy pro- gressing, and I was weeding Mom’s flower beds in the back yard one Thursday when Mr. Maddox came home. I heard the big twelve year old diesel F-250 pull in next door and twenty minutes later, a lawn mower fire up. I continued working and wiping the sweat from my eyes, until turning at the sound of the mower moving into the Maddox’s back yard. I looked over to see Mr. Maddox oddly dressed in thin draping light blue gym shorts, his normal workboots, a red t-shirt marked with a number of small rips and holes, and a fraying baseball cap. Everything but his boots carried sweat stains from exertion and the whole picture left him looking less imposing in my eyes. I sat up from the flower bed as he rounded the first corner and looked my way. I raised a hand in a wave to avoid seeming standoffish. He must not have noticed me there before, and reached a big bear-sized hand to his cap to tip the bill at me in acknowledgement after a surprised jerk of his head. He no sooner brought his hand back down than his lawn mower sputtered and died. Moving to the engine he bent to check the gas. Apparently finding it empty, he straightened his big tall body and flipped off his cap to skin his t-shirt from his burly chest. I couldn’t help staring as he replaced his cap and used the shirt to dry his sweaty torso. The man was almost covered in thick curls and damp ringlets of dark hair. That wasn’t all that grabbed my attention. His arms, shoulders, chest, and fore- arms weren’t just big…they were heavily muscled. Wide and curved away from his frame, big muscle flowed from one part of his body to the next. His waist was square and solid with a slight outward bow to it without looking particularly hard or soft. Curious now, I lowered my eyes to his legs and noticed the bulk and width of those hairy extremeties were equal if not greater than that of his upper body. It took me a minute t’ register that he was walking from the far end of his back yard toward me. I began to raise my eyes, but then stopped at the sight of something impossibly long and thick swinging solidly inside his shorts and bet- ween his hairy muscular thighs. As he came closer, the pale color and thin fab- ric revealed a big meaty cockhead and a flaring crown where it met Mr. Maddox’s shaft shifting in sharp definition beneath the folds. I forced myself to look up and hoped the embarrassed heat in my face would be taken as coming from my work and the warm sun overhead. He sauntered slowly up to where I knelt in the grass, his eyes scanning the sky as if looking for a sign of cooling clouds. He came to a stop a few feet away. Without taking his eyes from the sky, a deep rich and rumbling voice came from his chest. “Outta gas.” He squinted up into the sun and then continued. “Gonna grab a glass of iced tea and the gas can. You want one?” He still hadn’t looked at me when I answered with obligatory assent, “Sure, it’s pretty hot out here.” I felt lame and stupid for stating the obvious until he quietly responded before turning to walk away. “That it is…that it is.” I watched him leave…his wide shoulders and back along with those big mus- cled arms ambling in a heavy rolling motion that seemed more smooth and sinuous than folks would expect from a man his size. My eyes fell to Mr. Maddox’s waist and then lower where his squarish muscular ass flexed commandingly with each step. I didn’t understand or know what to make of it, but I knew what was happen- ing inside me. Looking at him kind of excited me. The prick swelling and flex- ing inside my shorts left no way to deny that. It was a first for me, and not one I would speak of to anyone. Still, a thread of excitement slithered through me at the thought of him returning. And, soon, he did just that. He was halfway to me when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I was dis- appointed t’ be cheated out of more time to study his body, but also glad there was less time for me to get caught staring. I turned my head with my eyes aimed straight at his flopping crotch so that I could get one more quick look before raising them up. Just as before, what was swinging heavily under the thin folds of Mr. Maddox’s shorts looked just as big and heavy as it had before…the well-defined head bouncing steadily somewhere around eight or nine inches from where it was attached. Upon reaching me, he gave me only one quick glance before handing me the large cold glass and then turning to study the yard. “It’s sweet tea, I hope that’ll do.” “It’s good.” I answered enthusiastically and honestly after downing half the glass. It only took two more drinks to drain the glass and hand it back to him. “Mom makes ours too sweet for me, this is perfect.” I added with a quick drop of my eyes to Mr. Maddox’s shorts. Unlike when he was walking, only a hint of the ridge where his cock met the head was visible while he stood still. “Well, back to it.” He sighed. “I’ll bring out another glass if you’re still here when I’m done.” “Oh, thanks.” I responded to an already retreating back. I was still there…on purpose…after he put the mower away and returned. I’d spent the time of Mr. Maddox mowing his back yard to steal glances when I could. I’d cut my eyes when he rounded a turn that sent him pushing the mower in my direction. I’d cautiously take in the flexing muscles of his chest, shoulders, arms, and legs under their wealth of dark fur glistening with droplets of sweat as he pushed the manually propelled mower over the grass. I kept finding my eyes drawn to his shorts where that long and thick part of his body swayed and lurched like a big bloated snake. The material of Mr. Maddox’s shorts seemed so threadbare that I could swear that a large vein angled down the fat column of flesh, branching out in several additional and equally prominent veins at different points along the way to the highly defined swinging head. He brought two glasses out again. His cap was set back on his head. I re- lized for the first time he had a handsome face. Broad jaw, broad cheekbones, and a broad brow matched the wide frame of his bulky physique. His lips were hidden behind the mustache part of his beard and his nose was straight and rather thick. It was his eyes, though, that caught at and snagged my attention. Big and a dark rootbeer-brown, they sat under thick brows that started high in the center and then sloped dowward in a wide bushy curve. pursaklar escort They gave his face a soft almost tender look as if the eyes of a puppy dog had been set in the face of this big bear of a man. With my lips curving upward at the idea of that, I knelt in the grass thankful his eyes seemed to roam everywhere but on me. For the next two years, it went like that…Mr. Maddox mowing their yard on Thursdays, and me making a point to mow, weed, or trim at the same time. I studied him appreciatvely and cautiously from a safe distance while he remained oblivious of my growing attraction or the coincidence of me working in our yard at the exact same time he worked in his every week. Each time, we’d share two or three iced teas from his home with little or no conversation. Dad continued to work any exta hours he could when they were available, and Mom decided to go back to college and get her CPA license with the added financial stress of having an addition to the household. She took evening classes to be at home during the day while Dad was at work. The nights Dad worked late and Mom had classes, I was left happily on my own. I found my mind straying on those nights our big neighbor…thinking about his big masculine hairy body, strong face, and that something that swung heavily between his legs and under his shorts. Every passing week left me more fascinated and in- trigued with him and that part of his body. I began to wonder what it would be like to touch that part of him. Wonder- ing turned to imagining, imagining turned to wanting, and wanting turned to beat- ing off in those quiet hours alone. Then, one day he came over with the last two glasses of tea for the day after stowing his mower in the garage. He took his first long drink as I did the same with, after two years, his eyes still refusing to land on mine. That refusal left me able to stare up at the deep vee of sweat soaking his shorts from Mr. Maddox’s waist down the center seam of the front. The dingy off- white color speckled with small moth-eaten holes and splatters of gray paint lay against the hair of his crotch and the base of his cock in a way that left both showing through to reveal dense dark hair and thick pale flesh. Unusual for him, he took a deep breath and then began to speak uncomfortably, “Yesterday was my birthday.” I smiled and responded with what I hoped came across as a companionable ex- citement, “Oh, happy birthday!” It seemed to go unheard as he continued speaking in a way that left his awk- wardness around people away from his postion at work quite clear. “Wife got me a telescope. I like t’ look at the stars at night…try t’ match the names to their, whatta ya call ’em…uhm…constellations.” “Nice! I like t’ do the same thing.” It wasn’t true, but I wanted to keep the conversation going…maybe get him to talk to me more often in my awed admira- tion of the much larger lumbering and older man. “Really? Hmmph.” I couldn’t make out whether his reponse was one of slight interest or simple dismissive indifference. “Don’t know how t’ set it up, though. Never been good with instructions. Wondered if you’d be willin’ t’ lend a hand.” “Sure.” I answered, more than a little surprised at the big man’s request. “I just gotta go in for dinner before Mom drops the baby off at my grandparents and goes to class. I can be back by about seven.” “Seven’d be jus’ fine.” He reached down to take my empty tea glass, and then I found myself watching his back as he walked away without another word. I immediately went inside the house and showered. I was drying off when I caught the view of myself in the mirror. At fifteen, but almost sixteen, I was smaller than most of the guys my age at only 5’4″. Dark blond with green eyes, I was broad shouldered with only a slight rounding of muscle on my slender frame. People said I was good-looking from having the best of Mom’s soft features and Dad’s more rough-edged looks. I wondered in that moment whether Mr. Maddox thought I was good-looking. Back in my room, I skinned on a pair of briefs and then pulled out the dra- wer with my shorts. I dug through everything inside to find a pair I’d outgrown that were a couple sizes too small. I did it with no real thought or intention, it just felt like the natural thing to do. I pulled on a tank top and went to the dining room for dinner. I was about to head out the patio door afterward and go over to the Maddox’s house when I stopped in my tracks. Underwear. I thought about taking them off and then putting my too-small gym shorts back on. Clearly Mr. Maddox went without underwear beneath his shorts, and I’d begun to kind of idolize the big man and want to be more like him. Plus, the thought of going over there commando like him also felt exciting, forbidden, and sexy. It was just after seven. I ran to my room, and stripped at the waist. After tossing my briefs in their drawer and pulling my tight shorts back on, I jogged back through the house to the patio door. I opened it and stepped out to make my way over the house next door. As I walked, I could feel the soft cotton of my shorts moving across my prick. It felt sexy and, for me, mature in the freedom of not wearing briefs. My prick swelled and lengthened toward its hard five inches down one leg as I slowed my steps to enjoy the erotic feel of it all. The sound of a patio door sliding open hit me just as I was about to turn from the back yard and head to the Maddox’s front door. Mr. Maddox stepped out at the same time as he flicked on the outside light. In the same threadbare off-white shorts as earlier only now with his t-shirt hanging around his neck onto the top of his chest, he stepped out with a large long box and then flicked his head up when I reached the edge of the square cement patio floor. “Mmmh.” Grunted with a quick backward nod of his head was all I received in greeting. He squatted down in front of two patio chairs with only a small short table between them, and set the box down. I stared at the wide hair-forested thighs that looked as if they were about to rip the legs of his shorts wide open as they flared massively with Mr. Maddox’s hard square ass resting on the heels of his workboots. He rose back up and placed two huge hands on his hips. I’d made my way next to him by then and found myself in a humid cloud of a scent made up of sweat, body hair, and testosterone. With his arms in their new position, that scent became sharper, richer, and more masculine. “Well,” He reached up and cocked his beat-up cap back a bit on his head, “there it is. Lemme know what’cha need.” With nothing more said, he turned and went back into the house. I stood there a minute in mild shock. I guessed it was my own fault for thinking he might stay while I put the telescope together, but that didn’t soften the disappointment of him leaving me out there alone. Just as I began kneeling down, though, he came back out with iced tea for both of us. “Drink before ya start? May works nights this month, but always leaves tea in the fridge.” He was right next to me, and I suddenly found my mouth dry…my stomach ner- vous…and a strange difficulty in answering tightening my chest. “Yeah.” I finally managed to get out. I took the glass and handed it back after a quick swallow. I let my eyes drop for a split second to the big man’s crotch before setting them on the box in front of me…too fast to see anything in detail. There was a price tag of $1,199 on the box and a lot more parts inside than I expected. This wasn’t going to be a simple as I’d thought, nor was this a simple run-of-the-mill telescope. Looking at the directions, I read off the tools I’d need. He got up and returned with everything I mentioned. I had taken all the parts from the box and now had them neatly arranged on the cement floor in front of me. “Jus’ tell me what’cha need and I’ll hand it to ya.” He dropped his hairy lumbering body into a chair and set the tools on the short table beside him. I looked back over my shoulder nodding my head, “Okay.” Mr. Maddox shifted in the chair as if getting comfortable, his big muscle- padded body seemed way too big for the chair’s average sized frame. A big plate- size hand dropped to the center of his shorts, and long thick sausage-like fin- gers pulled and yanked at the thin material while his tree-trunk thighs swung in- ward and outward several times. What came next happened in a matter of a couple seconds with my eye drawn down to that big hand and those swinging hairy legs. I nearly choked on my breath when about four inches of thick heavy cock flopped out of one leg of his shorts in the motion of Mr. Maddox’s fingers bunching up his shorts in the center. It looked intimidating…almost as thick as my wrist…and, three and a half of the four exposed inches proudly boasted a broad helmet shaped head that was shockingly even wider than the impressively fat shaft. I jerked my head back around and tried to concentrate on the assembly in- structions while my head fogged up with embarrassment, nervousness, and heat. Shaky hands fumbled with and nearly dropped the preassembled tripod. I stood and spread the legs as the instructions indicated before moving on to the next step. “You’re sixteen?” Mr. Maddox’s deep base voice quietly asked indifferently from behind me. Scared to turn around, I answered with an attempt to appear unflustered, “Fifteen. I’ll be sixteen in a couple months.” A soft grunt answered. I began separating the parts into those I needed next to delay having to ask for the next tool. Thinking enough time had past for Mr. Maddox’ shorts to have slid back over the end of his thick meat, I asked for the Phillip’s screwdriver I needed to con- tinue. I turned around to take it from him. He leaned forward to hand it to me as the four still exposed inches pressed forward and about two more inches snaked out into the open. Two big balls, nearly black in all the furry curls crowding over them, rolled out from the gaping leg of his shorts as well. I jerked back around again and dropped a screw several times trying to at- tach the part that went on top of the tripod next. “Nice lookin’ young man. You mus’ get that a lot.” I didn’t answer. Selfconscious heat rose up my chest and face as I blushed and felt glad it was too dark for him to see it. I’d hoped he thought I was good looking, but I never considered that the large man would ever say so. I did no- tice, though, that the sound of his voice had come across as stilted and hesitant as if he were no more comfortable saying the words than I was hearing them. Silent minutes passed while I assembled most of the rest of the telescope and its stand. Rather than hand it back to Mr. Maddox, I set the screwdriver on the ground and lifted the rize escort telescope onto its mount. I held the screw with my fingers and did the same with the bolt on the oposite side of the mount. Then, I tightened both as much as I could without asking for the crescent wrench I needed to finish. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to turn around and look at his cock. I did. I just didn’t want him to know or see that. For one, he would probably realize he was hanging out of his shorts and cover it up if he saw me looking. And, that would mean I’d lose my chance to see it again. And, two, well…he would see me looking. Tightened as far as I could manually, I reached down for the screwdriver a- gain and asked for the crescent wrench as I turned back to him. “Looks like you’re almost done.” Mr. Maddox mentioned matter of factly. He scooted forward to the edge of the chair at the same time as he turned his face to look down and pick up the wrench. Big lemon-sized fur-covered balls hung down about six inches from the bottom of the seat. About seven or eight inches of wrist-thick cock spilled out as well, boasting strong prominent veins and arching outward a bit rather than hanging straight down. “Crescent wrench, you said?” He asked, moving the remaining tools around on the small table top. “Yeah,” I answered weakly, “the crescent wrench is what I need next.” “Here ya go.” He picked it up and handed it to me, taking his other hand to massage his brow over his eyes and giving me a chance to stare more closely at the huge beefy male appendage curving out from the leg of his shorts into the warm night air. I turned away quickly just as his hand began to drop from his forehead. “Here, I’ll steady that for ya.” Mr. Maddox leaned farther forward and thrust an arm out to one leg of the tripod. That action landed the back of his forearm right against the hard prick straining the front of my shorts. Everything seemed to ratchet back into slow motion. My heart felt as if it would beat right out of my chest. I hadn’t even realized until that moment that I’d gotten a major hard-on. Though I did my best to stop it, my stomach plum- meted when my prick flexed against the hairy back of his arm. I was so nervous, I almost felt as if I was going to throw up. At the same time, though, jostling around as I went back to tightening the final assembly left me overheating in the feel of my hard prick brushing and rubbing against that muscular adult forearm. I could feel it coming. Even being mortified at what was about to happen, I couldn’t stop it. The feel of his forearm rubbing against my hardon after get- ting to repeatedly take a look at Mr. Maddox’s big thick meat left me unable to control the cum racing up from my balls. I pretended to strain at tightening the bolt and nut, “umph-ing” sporadical- ly, to cover up my prick shooting my load inside my shorts. When the last of the sparks flying through my blood began to subside, I took a step back, “All done.” I refused to take my eyes from the telescope as I watched the big dinner plate hand and hairy muscular forearm retreat from my view. “Good job.” Mr. Maddox’s voice sounded oddly quiet. “You should probably get home before it gets late.” “Yeah, I guess so.” I responded, grateful for the chance to escape before the drenched front of my shorts became visible in Mr. Maddox’s porch light. “Your tea…” I turned only slightly to accept the offered glass, not wanting to arouse suspicion by refusing. I glanced down to find the leg of Mr. Maddox’s shorts pulled back down as far as they would go but still leaving about three thick inches of fat cock jut- ting out from the hem. Now, though, it lifted the material up and away from his darkly haired thigh as if it was almost completely hard and fully erect. I rose my eyes to his face and found him looking toward my own crotch before slanting his eyes away. “Come back over tomorrow at the same time if ya want…look at the stars now that you got everything set up.” He looked up at me as I nodded and handed my glass to him. His eyes seemed to briefly study my face and then glance down toward my chest before coming back up. Then, he nodded, too. “G’night.” I offered as I nervously took the first step to return home. “‘Night.” Came quietly from behind me as I continued across the lawns of his house and then mine. I stepped inside the door and slumped into a chair at the dining room table. All the tension fell away from my body, and I dropped my forehead into my hand while I stared wide-eyed off into nothing. God! What all just happened? I blinked and looked around the room trying to put it all together. Had Mr. Maddox been aware of everything or not? I mean, he did seem rather backward and all. But, could he have really been unware of his cock and balls hanging obscene- ly out of the leg of his shorts…his forearm against my hard-on…my prick shoot- ing a load inside my shorts? And, if he had been aware, what could he have been thinking? It was too much to try and figure out. I decided I had no choice but to as- sume he’d been clueless of everything. I stood to find cum soaking the front of my shorts and streaming down my leg all the way to my calf. Taking off for the bathroom, I showered and washed my shorts along with my body. I hung them from a hanger in my closet and then head- ed to bed early. All the tension of the forty-five or so minutes over with Mr. Maddox left me feeling exhausted. The next day, I showered after dinner and pulled my dry shorts from their hanger in my closet. I stood in front of my dresser after Mom left to drop the baby off at my grandparent’s again alternating between the decision of going over to Mr. Maddox’s again commando or wearing briefs under my shorts. Nervousness warred with excitement. I pulled on only the shorts and lifted my eyes to the mirror above the dres- ser. I took in my wide, lightly muscled shoulders and the smooth skin of my upper body. I let my eyes drop to my tight hairless chest with its small dusky pink nipples and the almost invisible line of soft blond down that traced a line up from the waist of my shorts and half the distance from my belly button to my neck. As my prick thickened at the thought of Mr. Maddox seeing me like this, I squeezed and stroked it once with the decision forming in my mind to forego a shirt as well as briefs. Still unsure of my decisions, I took off to go next door before I had the chance to change my mind. He was standing there in the dark when I approached, only soft light came from the glass patio door and kitchen window nearby. Bent over the telescope and looking into the eyepiece, he seemed unaware of my arrival. I took that time to let my eyes soak in every part of his body…his tower- ing height, the strong heavy muscle curving his body outward, the dark curling pelt of hair coating everything and glinting in the pale light from the house, the big brown workboots that were scuffed and scarred in their big boxy shape and odd to see paired with shorts as they were the Wellington kind and not lace-up, the thin gray shorts with a ragged hole halfway down the hip that exposed the hairy skin of his ass in a way that was as enticing as seeing his cock pushed out from the leg, and the well-worn baseball cap tipped back on his head in that redneck don’t-give-a-crap way. “Come take a look.” The deep quiet voice broke me from the spell of study- ing the big man’s powerful body. I had no time to consider how long he might have known I was staring at him as I stepped onto the patio and up beside him. I leaned over and looked into the eyepiece. For me, I saw nothing more than stars, just stars that seemed a lot closer now than a moment ago…a lot closer. “Recognize that?” I frowned into the lens and shook my head. I had no idea what I was seeing. “That’s Ursa Major, with the Big Dipper at the tail.” He explained. “Here, come inside.” Mr. Maddox’s words were flat, but still seemed a bit disappointed. I followed as he sauntered his large frame through the open door and into the house. We passed through a dining and living room filled with heavy early American furniture, and then headed down a dark hall. We reached a room at the end that he turned into with a flick of a light switch. The sudden bright light blinded me for a minute. As my eyes adjusted, I found myself in an office/den type room with an eight foot by six foot black map of the stars on the opposite wall. “Wow!” I turned to look up at him, way up at him. A small smile crossed his handsome, rugged, mature features…the first one I’d ever seen on his face in over two years. That smile somehow felt affectionate and left a warm and happy feeling rising up from my legs and into my chest stand- next to the tall and bearded giant of a man. A big hand that looked much like a baseball mitt rose to my shoulder and led me over to the desk in front of the map. Leaving me there, he walked away briefly and doused the room in darkness. He came back to stand right next to me and move a box to sit right in front of me. The rich smell of his body washed over me as it had the night before. It was lighter this time, but still distinctive. It was wet wood, dust, and some- thing more damp and all male. “Hit a button.” There was no further explanation. I looked down to find three rows of a number of buttons each. I pushed one. A group of stars lit up along with a paler outline and the name, “Circinus,” in the center. “Oh, WOW!” I all but exclaimed in very real surprise this time. The map wasn’t just paper as I’d originally thought. It was an electonic board that set out the lay of the sky. I pushed another button. Circinus went out and Pegasus lit up. “Hey, this is really great!” “You like it?” One of those large hands came up to my shoulder, the arm it was attached to lay heavily across my back. The moist scent of his body became stronger and sharper as if in a heavy cloud surrounding me and slipping into my chest. My eyes dropped half closed in reaction and then re-opened to look at the map as I pushed another button. Leo. “Yeah, it’s sooooo cool…” I felt my eyelids droop again as Mr. Maddox shifted his weight to press gently up along my left side. Then, he slid behind me…his body pressing forward as he leaned over and reached down to hit a button of his choice. “Ursa Major. That’s the one we were just lookin’ at.” I could feel his long thick cock pushing down the left side of my butt and the back of my left thigh. Something about that felt too good, too exciting, for me to feel nervous or uncomfortable. There was no room in my head for anything but just enjoying the feeling. “Wow.” I responded lamely, unable to come up with anything else since my concentration was miles away from the constellation map in front of ankara rus escort me. “Yeah?” Came quietly from above me. “Yeah.” I responded, suddenly unsure if we were still talking about the map. A wide palm and strong fingers moved to my left shoulder and slid slowly down my arm. Halfway down my forearm, that hand eased mine back and onto a very hard and very thick column of flesh thinly covered in worn out cotton. “Yeah?” Came again from above me even quieter and deeper than before. This time, my heart began to race and nervous ice in the pit of my stomach competed against the heat racing through my blood. I couldn’t answer. “Yeah?” He asked again, this time releasing my wrist to reach down and pull the leg of his shorts up to gather over the root of his cock. Taking my wrist in that huge paw of a hand, he moved mine back onto his thick heavy bared length. I had no immediate sense of its length, but the diameter left me feeling more as if I were holding a flesh-covered beer bottle than a human cock. My fingers were far from meeting so my hand had to cup rather than surround the big older man’s huge width. “Yeah…” I quietly and breathlessly answered. Something inside me had made a decision that hadn’t fully formed inside my head. “Good.” Hands came to my shoulders and turned me to face him without him moving back. He crowded me between his tall muscular wall of a body and the desk now behind me. Taking my right hand in his, he slowly traced it up the thick carpet of his stomach to that massing over the firm rounded muscle of his chest. Excitement jumped through me, and I stood frozen in place against his strong hairy body. My knees weakened as the coarse hair covering him pressed into my smooth face, chest, and stomach. I eased my grip on the solid steel flesh between Mr. Maddox’s sturdy thighs and began to stroke my curved hand up and down the mas- sive cock it surrounded. The skin felt thick, soft, and velvety while strong veins slid across my moving palm and fingers. I was fascinated by what I now held in my hand and was getting a sense of the big cock’s full length as well as its tremendous veiny girth. Mr. Maddox took a half-step back and I let my trembling legs carry me to the floor in front of him. It wasn’t that my legs couldn’t hold me up, it was that I was too surprised and caught up in what was happening to tell them to do that. *** I had to angle his cock to the side as I went down. Once I hit my knees, I was looking at the thick base and low-hanging balls until he took another small step back. The thick hair of his body became a riot of gathered ringlets of the dark fur both above the wide root of his cock and spilling down over the long sack carrying the heavy hair balls six or seven inches below it all. When Mr. Maddox’s big piece of male meat came into view, it was clearly over ten massively thick inches of rigid cock. Seeing it inside or partially out of his shorts hadn’t prepared me for the full solid revelation of that mule-dick. I’d seen magazines before, some that had men along with women. But, none where the men had anything between their legs like the huge slab of flesh jutting out in front of me now. The thick soft veiny skin that covered Mr. Maddox’s sturdy shaft continued over the flaring ridge of the doorknob-sized head that made up nearly four inches of the full length. Only a fourth of the tip lay revealed in front of me. The outline of the bulky brute underneath was thrown out in such high relief, it ex- plained why the foreskin aspect hadn’t shown through the outline of it swinging inside Mr. Maddox’s shorts on previous occasions. I’d only seen a couple of un- cut cocks at the gym in school, but always thought they looked odd. On Mr. Maddox, it made his cock look especially mysterious, masculine, and hefty. One thick vein curved off center from the left up from the base to the edge of that huge slab of meat before it slimmed out just before then edge of his fore- skin. It branched out in irregular directions that crisscrossed with those stem- ming from another large vein that angled up from just under the other side of the big cock’s proud width. Like the heavy hood of foreskin, those veins only made Mr. Maddox’s cock look even more powerful and exciting. It was darker than the rest of the tall burly and muscular man in front of me. Though all the hair over his body hid most of the skin underneath, it was clear that the hulking bulk of Mr. Maddox’s cock was a deeper brown than even his tanned arms and legs. Everything about the big man’s big cock enthralled me…the slightly darker color, the over ten inch length, the tremendous girth, the slight upward curve, and the strong branching veins roadmapping mighty male meat. Mr. Maddox did nothing to hurry me, and let me take my time simply staring in awe before moving my hand back up to explore the big straining meat by touch. I squeezed it with my hand, marveling in the three inch distance between my thumb meeting my fingers. It jerked and bobbed inches from my face. I let go and curved my fingers to “pet” it along it’s thick ten inch underside, a thick tube the size of my middle finger ran from base to tip. Mr. Maddox’s wide meat jumped and bobbed again as a rumbling grunt came from above me and thick pearly white fluid pulsed from the tip and drooled down toward the floor. A hand reached for the back of my head and gently urged me forward. I knew what blowjobs were. I’d been dying to get one. The thought of giving one had never occurred to me. But then, neither had any of this until a short time ago. The broad drooling head reached my lips, wetness spread across them and drib- bled down my chin. I panicked. I knew nothing about how to do this except for the jokes I’d heard about keeping teeth off it. Mr. Maddox pressed foward and my mouth opened of its own accord. The thick head pushed at the same time as the big cock lurched upward and something thick and salty with a slightly tangy flavor flowed inside. It wasn’t really a good or bad taste. The fact that it came from Mr. Maddox’s cock, though, left me wanting more. My lips stretched as far as they could go around the big man’s extreme girth. I had to strain my jaw uncomfortably, but the discomfort held no comparison to the excitement of having the big man’s cock inside my mouth. I only had my tongue to use and, not knowing what else to do, I slid and lapped it against the prominent tube running along the underside until I was rewared with another thick flow of salty fluid into my mouth. Mr. Maddox pressed farther and sank more of his muscular cock inside until it hit the back of my throat. He still pushed further and I had to reach up and around his wide hairy thighs for balance. A soft quiet groan met my ears and he eased that thick meat back out to the head before sliding back inside as far as it would go. His legs bent and then straightened as he pulled back out and then pushed back in again. My jaw still ached from keeping my teeth away while my tongue kept at its lapping and slurping of the thick hooded head inside. I began to suck. I mean, that is what people call it…sucking dick. I pulled at it with my mouth, suctioning against the huge width especially when Mr. Maddox would draw it back from my start of my throat. With my tongue snaking over its surface, it darted unintentionally underneath the thick cowl of foreskin. My tongue felt tightly hugged inside Mr. Maddox’s velvety foreskin and the spongy flesh of his burgeoning cockhead. He stopped all movement with a deep rasping sigh and I began sliding my tongue left and right to caress and explore the doorknob sized head cloaked in its thick soft sheath of skin. Mr. Maddox’s free hand came down and grasped his thick hard veiny cock about midway down. Slowly, he pulled the skin over it farther and farther back as the hugging sensation on my tongue slid away and began to feel the full bulk of his meaty cockhead bared inside my mouth. The hand on my head slid to the back and became an immovable wall when Mr. Maddox suddenly thrust against the back of my throat and slid past. I fought against the hand holding me in place as that huge cock shoved its way down into my throat and toward my stomach. I swallowed hard against it, try- ing to force it back out while unable to breath. That only seemed to incite him more, and he hunched his hips to bury himself more deeply into my throat. “AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH!” The ragged sounds came from above me in short quiet ejections. He pulled back out and left me with only a second to draw in a deep quick breath before cutting it off by thrusting back deep into my throat. Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve times he shoved that huge thick cock down my throat. Something happened to me in that time. Something deep within me changed. My world shifted and blurred. Thoughts about my own excitement fell away and I became left completely absorbed in the huge fat cock thrusting down my throat and filling my body as well as the big strong older hairy man behind it. The humongous cock shoving down my throat. That in- credibly long, incredibly fat cock being hauled back out. Shoving inside. Pul- ing out. Shoving in. Pulling out. The hand at the back of my head holding me in a steel grip. The warm humid scent of sweating cock and balls flodding my lungs. Huge cock thrusting downward into me. Pulling back out. Thrusting in. Stretching. Plunging. His hairy legs locked rigidly and shuddered under my hands as the big man in front of me pulled his cock back out to the broad flaring head. Through the tears filling my oxygen deprived eyes, I caught his large hairy balls pulling up tight against his groin at the same time as his other hand reached down to join the other in clasping my head in front of him. Cum blasted inside my mouth…more cum than I thought humanly possible. It spurted from the corners of my lips before I could swallow and landed in heavy pearly drops in the dense dark hair on either side of the wide base of the man’s incredibly thick mule-dick. No sooner had I swallowed the first mouthful of cum, than that huge cock erupted another gallon of cum across my tongue. I swallowed fast this time and was ready when the next bucket splashed inside. Over and over that big adult cock exploded thick hot cum in my mouth and over and over I hungrily swallowed the new taste to which I was becoming instant- ly addicted. Mr. Maddox’s cock was still slobbering heavy streams of salty thickness in- to my mouth when he pulled completely back. I thrust my tongue out in fast lap- ping action while he began using his hips to trace the line of my lips with the huge head of his copiously drooling cock. (To be continued.) Other stories: Bad Uncles and Dads http://www.//gay/incest/bad-uncles-and-dads/ Big Men Next Door http://www.//gay/adult-youth/big-men-next-door/ Discovering Uncle Tip http://www.//gay/incest/discovering-uncle-tip/ Teddy’s Discovery http://www.//gay/incest/teddys-discovery/ Hay Baling and Uncle fty//gay/incest/hay-bailing-and-uncle-buck/

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