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My name is Juan Bernardino and I want to tell you the story of Kirk. We met in a chat room and shortly afterwards I took a taxi and found myself in his living room. Kirk was a big, virile farmer in his mid-thirties, his wife had passed away couple of years ago and had left him with four boys. The children were away on a vacation now and Kirk was all alone.
We drank some red wine on the porch of his house, he did not talk much and then we went back to the living room. I knelt down before him and his pants slid down his muscular thighs on the floor. What I saw in front of me was the most amazing piece of sturdy cock I have ever seen in my life. The length was impressive but what really struck me was his girth. I started sucking thirstily and he seemingly enjoyed it, but I couldn't get rid of the impression that something was missing.
He couldn't come and shyly admitted that he won't be ejaculating now and that he had been out of practice but he wanted me to stay over night, as the kids were not coming home before next month anyways.
I didn't want to rush things and ask him more questions and we went silently to his bedroom and made ourselves ready for bed.
Again, even sexless, the night with Kirk was an amazing sexual experience.
He naturally overtook the male role and lay on his back, while I cuddled on his side and laid my head on his chest. His skin was warm and just a little moist and I could smell the sun on his skin, as well as the testosterone evaporating through his musky pores. He called me "sweet" several times this night and squeezed me tight to his chest.
I was a 28-year old Spanish student then, fairly lean, having still the physique of a teenager and Kirk looked to me like a big, blond American viking. The sensation of his mighty cock in my hand earlier has opened worlds to me I have never been able to experience in the short, hasty dates up to this point. His cock in my hand, in my mouth, his musky, hard testicles -- it all gave me a sensation of fullness and plenty and the feeling that I will not need anything else for the rest of my life if this cock belongs to me and only me. That I will be ready to serve him an do anything to please him and to sacrifice all for it.
The next morning I woke up and he had already made breakfast and was waiting for me on the porch.
Our conversation during breakfast seemed so different than the fleshly lust we felt during the night, yet I enjoyed it, although it was almost too abstract and distant. We talked about politics, movies, art, city-life, acting as two friends who know themselves for a long time. We neither held hands while talking nor had we any other kind of physical contact nor did we discuss any sex-related topics.
Somehow we both knew that the chemistry between us was too strong and we didn't need to fuel it more than necessary.
We spent a second night lying, me squeezed tightly in his bulky arms, my small but hard dick pressing against his muscular thigh, me stroking gently his thick erect cock and kissing his ear and his neck. Yet, as tense the night was, we didn't have sex either and it took me hours to fall asleep; the tension was almost too hard to bear. Kirk tenderly stroking my hairless ass made me feel readier than ever, but there was something unspoken between us that prevented us to give in fully to the moment.
The next morning went on as the day before, we had breakfast, talked a lot about the past, the places we have been and then I went for an afternoon nap in Kirks bed and he said he had work in the garden.
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As I woke up, it was mid-afternoon around 3 p.m. Kirk was there, lying next to me and looking earnest.
"I have never fucked a man" he said. "My wife Abi was so flawless, after her passing away I have never seriously thought I can find a woman like her so I have had some youngsters like you come over since but I have sent them all away."
He paused and continued.
"But you Juan, are very different. The picture you sent me online the other day struck me, you look a lot like Abi. You are lean and effeminate and you remind me very much of her. And yet when I look at you I see a man and this sets off an alarm in my head, I cannot love you or be with you this way."
I was shattered and hurt at the same time, by this confession but didn't know what to answer.
Kirk offered to drive me home but I asked him to give me ride to the next train station where I took a train home.
The next day was Monday and I had lectures at the university but I couldn't stop thinking about Kirk. Monday and Tuesday passed on but on Wednesday morning I couldn't bear it any longer and took the train and then taxi from the train station and found Kirk working in his front yard.
He seemed different this time, somehow cold and reserved and I couldn't tell whether he was pleased to see me and this hurt me again. Yet he smiled to me and we went in and he poured himself a drink.
"What is it that you want?" I asked.
"I want you to give it all up for me", he said, "live here, do my household, take care of the kids. I want us to get engaged, my farm business is doing well and I don't want you to go to work, I want you to stay home. You can also teach the kids as you are the educated one. You won't need to do anything else beside serving me, as a wife and mother and take care of me as I please."
A part of me was overwhelmed and happy but I wasn't sure what he meant by "wife and mother".. I decided to let him continue..
"We can try this out in the next couple of days" Kirk said "before the kids are back. For what I am concerned I don't need any further convincing I am sure you can do the job. Actually you are overqualified." He paused and smirked. "We can discuss any details later."
"Now go and change I have some things laid for you in the bedroom. I have them waiting for you there since Monday and, by the way, I expected you to come back sooner." He gave me a sly grin again.
I wasn't utterly surprised at what was expecting me in the bedroom. I saw a chair with pair of white lace panties on it and a white satin bra; a light satin robe and a pair of womens slippers; a skin foundation and a bottle of perfume.
I didn't think about it any longer and put the things on and applied some makeup, as this was Kirk's wish and went to the window.
Kirk wasn't in the garden any longer but I couldn't hear him moving in the house either.
I looked at myself in the big mirror beside the door.
The women's outfit didn't made me look hundred percent womanly but I didn't see a man in front of me either. My legs had always been very long and skinny, they didn't really look like a guy's legs, my feet were small with delicate toes, and being flawlessly shaved as they were now, they looked as the legs and feet of a fine woman. I looked somewhere in between on the scale between male and female, the ambiguity was exciting.
Still, Kirk was nowhere to be seen and the house was silent.
I looked around and saw a small table in the corner and a big, purple dildo, some lubricant and a note from Kirk: Use this to get ready.
I knelt on the thick red fluffy carpet, placed the dildo under me and slid slowly downwards.
Slowly I felt my sphincter loosening up. Not before long, Kirk came in.
He was different again now, cheerful and not shy at all, but dominating and alpha. He gave me a kiss on the neck shove his testicles in my face, then in my mouth. He bent over me and handcuffed my wrists behind the back. Now his testicles were in my mouth and his heavy dick remained lying on my face. He gave me sign not to move from this position and then began gently stroking his cock up and forth, pressing it on my face and I felt the most thankful as I have ever been in my life. He let me feel the weight of his cock on my face for a while and didn't fuck me straightaway as had thought he would. So I kept sucking an licking his balls and he stroked his cock -- the cock felt tense as he was to cum any second but later I learned that Kirk's cock was always like this and it was hard to say when he was about to come, as he was constantly rock-hard from the beginning.
Yet at some point, I cannot tell exactly how much time had passed, I felt his cum coming up his cock. He gently pulled out his testicles out of my mouth and shoved his glans in my mouth. Kirk's sperm felt like Kirk himself,thick and musty; it didn't come out in a blast but it spurted long and continuously and I swallowed gulp after gulp after he was done.
And that was it. I've done it, I've satisfied this big men and was already addicted to his cock as a crack addict.
He smiled happily, lifted me up, with my hands still cuffed and laid me on the bed, on my side. He gently pulled the dildo out of my ass. I already thought that was it but then he inserted his erected dick in the place of the dildo. We remained silent for some time, laying there. His dick didn't loose any hardness and he just moved from time to time as to remind me, that he will stay there as long as he pleases.
I fell asleep yet it was less of a sleep and more of an ecstasy by the endorphines rushing through me and it felt like a longer nap but it must just been a couple of minutes since I was wakened again by Kirk's cock moving sturdy in my sphincter, fucking me hard and fast, slapping me hard on my ass, his whole hand resting on my face and pulling me closer towards him. All I could feel was ecstasy, no pain and I was completely focused on loosening my sphincter as much as possible as not to disappoint Kirk. Suddenly I felt his cock becoming infinitely tense and I felt each hard full-blooded vein on his cock while he was pumping his second load of semen into me.
Then we fell asleep.