"So, Kenny - Just because you didn't get the roll you wanted make you disappointed and think you will never. You will. If you want it bad enough. You will get it. Just give it time," I said to my 9 year old grandson, who was disappointed in not getting the lead roll in the school play.
Reminds me a lot of myself when I was a kid. True, he isn't "blood", but he is Karen's son, one of two kids Biff and I adopted. Biff and I adopted two kids, Blake and Karen. Both wonderful children. How couldn't they be? They had us for parents. Even though we were gay, they loved us. We were dad and dad. I think it was because we, Biff and I, both were open and learned as we went along. Now at 70, I get to pass my knowledge down to my grandchildren. Knowledge, I know, as experience. Experience that really started for me when I met Biff, just like I told Kenny today "you will get it, just give it time."
You see, I never thought that what I wanted back when I was 25 would ever happen (no the kids will never know this though). I almost drove myself crazy. I wanted a tougher man than me, a good looking man, a man who only seemed to think with his dick and demand "sex". A big man, model type, muscles, hair, big dick, nice ass, the whole nine yards. But I also wanted a man to want me as much as I wanted him - who wanted a future together. Tough find. At first, at 20 I thought it would be easy. But after a myriad of one night stands, I found myself at a loss. Until one night.
I was at my usual haunt. A leather bar not too far from me. I didn't go often, but often enough to recognize the regulars. I was there for hours, and drank myself silly. I talked to a handful of men, ranging from OK to adorable, and collected my normal amount of phone numbers. I usually did, I wasn't bad looking. At five foot ten, one hundred eight-two pounds, dark brown hair, mustache, athletic chest, a nice belly, nice arms with an armband around the right one, and a nice bulge in my levis, I usually attracted a good lot of men. I knew I had too many drinks to go home with anybody - which I really seldom did anyway, so I decided that I was going to have the one more when last call was announced. I ordered my drink and went back into the crowd. As I was walking away, I sensed someone was following me. The bar was crowded, but it was like this was done on purpose. So I abruptly stopped, to see if I were imagining things or if it were so.
I was right. It was a bar helper, Biff. Now, like I said before, I knew most of the people there, including Biff, and Biff never gave me the time of day. But now, the "STUD", was standing next to me. "Got a break, before we close. So, are you enjoying the night?"
In my slurred speech, and hating myself for having drunk too much now, I said, "yes".
"Well, meet anyone tonight?"
I replied "umm, not exactly." Too embarrassed to carry on the conversation, I excuse myself and walked away.
"Hey, can I atleast get your number?"
"Sure." I said. After giving him his number I left the bar.
The days went by and not a call from Biff. I wasn't hurt or surprised, I actually didn't expect a call, and part of me was a little relieved even though this man was my ideal wet dream in the looks department. You see, Biff is a real leatherman, as I was only a leather wanna-be. He was as tall as me, but that is basically the only thing we had in common. He was 220 lbs of pure muscle. His shoulders were wide and pecs well developed. He always wore a leather harness in the bar, which showed off his hairy and sculpted body, which looked firm but not over done and quite proportionate. He kept his brown hair in a crew cut, and the goatee made his stern looking face almost demonic. If it weren't for his deep blue eyes, which seemed to cast a sensitivity, you'd think he was pure evil. He always wore blue jeans and chaps which highlighted his round ass and huge looking package. Biff was way out of my league.
Friday night rolled around again, and on my way home - I decided I was just going to stay home this night and go to the bar on Saturday. The week was crazy as usual - being the executive manager of the largest department store in the city usually meant crazy weeks. I picked up dinner and a few videos and was going to camp out on the couch. When I got home, I went through my ritual - Open mail, hit play on answering machine, get changed, get a beer... I was in the middle of taking my shirt off when I heard Biffs voice on the machine.
"Hey, Dan - I would have called you sooner but I had to go out of town this week and had left your number at home. Give me a call. My number is ...."
I was shocked. I ate my dinner and then gave him a call and talked to him for over an hour. When I hung up I couldn't believe what just happened. Two years of seeing this guy every so often and not even a hello from him, now he is coming over. My heart was racing. I got another beer to help calm me down some and got dressed as he told me to do over the phone. Jockstrap, chaps, leather vest and armband. You see, the start of the conversation was normal, but by the end we both fell into a roll - Sir and boy. The doorbell rang, my heart jumped again. I opened the door and invited him in. Decked out in his leather jacket, chaps and those usual blue jeans, he walked in and wasted no time.
"On your knees, boy." I quickly dropped.
"Now get to work on those boots. Give me a good spit shine." I looked long and hard at the boots, they were spotless.
"Come on, boy. What are you waiting for? I just cleaned and polished them, now they need to be shined." I stuck my tongue out and licked the tops. I tasted the polish.
"Let me see you work them, get the sides too, boy." I licked harder, more feverishly.
"Yeah, that's a good boy. You do them nice enough, I'll stay and let you work on something else."
After about two more minutes, he pulled his boot away. "That's enough for now boy, don't want to tire your mouth out on my boots, I have other places to use it. You understand?"
He started to walk into the living room and I got up and followed him. He had taken off his jacket while I was on his boots, his back looked huge. I knew I would never be able to put my arms around him and have my hands come even close.
"Did I tell you, you could get up? ON YOUR KNEES NOW BOY!" I dropped to my knees again. We stared at one another, and at that moment, I knew something was different.
"Boy, up on this couch," he said as he broke the stare. As I did, I looked at him sitting there. His hairy chest, and his massive bulge. Just the way he sat made him look like he was packing a bag full of socks or something.
He lifted his arm and with the other he firmly grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into his pits. "Get your tongue in there, let me feel your tongue." The odor wasn't strong, but it was there. My tongue licked at his pit. The hairs tickled my nose.
I felt his hand release my head and travel to my left nipple. He slowly caressed it with his strong fingers. I licked harder. He then started to squeeze my nipple, ever so slowly increasing the pressure. That got me harder than an oak tree. "Yeah, my boy likes that. Likes his nipples to be teased. That's it, boy - go crazy on my pit. Eat it up boy."
He continued to pull on my nipples. My cock flared, my tongue licked. "You got a nice cock there boy." He pulled on my nipple really hard forcing me to follow his hand which led my mouth to his nipples. "Now go to work on these." I licked at his nipple while my hand automatically grabbed the other one. He had nice sized nipples. "Go ahead, get rough there boy." I did. "That's it boy, squeeze them hard, bite it good boy. Now lick it. Yeah." He kept playing with my nipple the whole time. Firmly, but not as rough as I was doing his.
He then pushed me off of him. "Sit back." I did as he said. He leaned over me and I felt his warm tongue on my free nipple as his fingers continued to work on the other one. I felt his firm chest pressing on my arm. The man WAS rock solid. He licked my nipple slowly, sending chills through my spine. I was in heaven.
Then suddenly, his hand pinched my one nipple as he bit down hard on the other. I jumped and yelped, more from the surprise. "Just relax boy, I guess we are going to have to work up to that." I sat back and he started to lick them again. He never bit or squeezed quite as hard, but he came close. After a little while. He stood up in front of me. His bulge staring right at me. "Come on boy, I need some dick action now. Lick that bulge." I licked at his jeans.
He only let my tongue brush the denim. He backed away, and took off his chaps, unbuttoned his jeans and let his tool free. I was in shock. "Now get it really hard boy. Get it good and hard, so I can fuck you with it." I thought he had to be kidding. I wanted to laugh at him. That thing would definitely not fit in my ass. Not that I am a virgin, but that bat was too big. It was about 10 inches long and about 1-1/2 inches wide and looked semi-hard. I figured that was as hard as it got. I hoped that was as hard as it got - like you see in the videos.
"Get to work boy! Staring at it ain't gonna do the trick."
I just froze, "It's too big for me already."
"Boy, don't disappoint me. I've been eyeing your ass for two years now. And yours is the ass that I want. I'll go easy. Now get it good and hard," he said as he pushed the head of his monster at my lips. I licked the cock head, and slowly took him in my mouth. My tongue licking all the way down, till his head hit the back of my throat. Slowly I pulled off, to plunge down again. Perhaps if I do a good enough job here, I can get him off and avoid the fuck, I thought. So I worked his dick. Taking him as far as I could handle in my throat. Letting my tongue circle his head. He seemed very pleased. I looked up at him occasionally to find a huge smile and those blue eyes shouting "YES". Then, I felt his hands on the back of my head, and he pushed his cock to the back of my throat and held me there. That was when I felt it grow. It worked it way further into my throat as it got harder. "Take a deep breath, its going in." I did and felt it go deeper. "That's it boy, swallow my cock."
It wasn't like he was pushing his cock into me. It was still growing. Filling my mouth and throat. I started to gag, but he held tightly. The gag stopped and his meat was down my throat. Never before did I ever experience this. I loved it and would have stayed there, but I needed air. I pushed off his cock.
"You did good boy, I knew you would," he said as I looked up.
I was in ecstasy. Then I looked at what was lodged in my throat. It was a bat. Had to be fourteen inches long and at least two inches wide. Straight, hard and awesome looking. "It's fourteen and a quarter, by two and a quarter, boy, and it's all yours. Like your ass is all mine. Now get up," he said.
"Umm, I can't take that."
"Easy, I will go easy. Not going to hurt you. So turn around. Let me see the prize ass." He had a way of talking that made me follow. I turned around. His hands rubbed my ass. Then I felt his finger at my hole. He massaged it. Slowly poking it in.
"Boy, understand, I know my tool." He slid his finger into my ass quickly. It felt good. No pain. He wiggled it around as he fucked me with it. He pulled his finger out. "Lie over that table" he said as he pointed to the dining room table. I did.
As we walked he pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. He put the condom on his horse cock and lubed it up real well. Then he put some on my ass crack and worked it in my hole with his finger. It felt good. I started to work by ass against his finger as he worked the lube in. "Yeah, boy, that's right. You ready boy? You ready to be a man."
Fully knowing what was coming I said, "And if I said no, Sir?"
"Then it is no boy. I am not going to force you." He said in a very solemn tone. He was serious; I hesitated.
"It is OK boy, I understand."
I stood up, turned around and put my head down. "Sorry," was all I said.
"Take out your cock, get down on your knees and jerk it off boy, now." I did and after he splattered his huge load all over my face, I came real quick.
He was still in his jeans which was now splattered with my cum. He then picked me up and hugged me tightly. His lips met mine and we kissed. "I don't want to leave. Would you mind if I stayed the night?" I didn't know what to think now. His voice and manner was completely different. Kind of like how he was at the bar, sheepish. I looked at him and said, "Sure." We watched some videos as he held me and then we fell asleep wrapped in one anothers arms.
When I woke up, he was gone. I got out of bed, took a piss and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Biff was there. Fully naked, hot cup in hand. "I helped myself, hope you don't mind, Dan. This is yours."
"I thought you left Biff?"
"When I said that I want your ass, your prize ass, I wasn't fooling. I am not the most outgoing guy out there. Roll playing in sex is one thing. I can do that. But I am talking more than sex here, Dan."
The man was nuts. "You want me?"
"Yes! As a lover. Just you. Wanted you since the first time I saw you. I was just afraid that all you wanted was sex though. I said to myself, `Biff stop worrying and do him and take it from there.' Well?"
I said, "You want me? You want me?" I wanted to cry. "You have been my fantasy ever since I saw you. Thought the same about you."
"Well, I'll tell you, Dan. If I would have fucked you last night, you would have been the first. Every guy I meet, wants me to fuck him. Being a big dicked tough leather top, they all think I am just about fucking. But I'm not. I tease them till they cum. After all, I'm the boss. But you are different. I feel different for you. Now telling you this, I feel foolish, in a good kind of way." I walked over to him and kissed him. I knew he was telling the truth. I felt it.
It took me a year before I let him fuck me. I mean we had wild sex, usually me being boy and him being Sir, but it wasn't until the night of our commitment ceremony. I wanted to do this for him. I told him I wanted to reenact our first night. There I was bent over the table again, and his lubed finger up my ass. "Do it, Sir. It's truly yours."
I felt the head of his cock approaching my hole, splitting my cheeks apart. "Hold on boy. I'm coming in." That he was. He pushed hard. I felt pressure. He pushed harder and it was in. Tears welled in my eyes. I grit my teeth and wanted to climb up the table and into the next room. It hurt. He hugged me hard and kept sliding it in. I cried out in pain. I thought it wouldn't end. It just kept going deeper in me and deeper. I thought he was all the way in when he started to back out. Then he rammed himself into me. This was all the way. I screamed. I felt his muscular legs on mine, his balls hitting my ass. The warmth of his body laying on top of me, and the huge cock well inside me. I took short breathes, it still hurt.
"You feel so good boy."
"You hurt like a motherfucker, Sir" I spit at him. "Now fuck me, damn it," I cried.
With that he slowly pulled out to ram me good. My cries of pain slowly subsided to be replaced with moans of pleasure. My whole body started to tingle and my cock got harder than it ever did before. He pumped me for all that he was worth. We were in heat. We fucked hard. Then it happened, I was cumming. I didn't touch myself and he made me cum, gallons. With each thrust of his, I shot. Five or six times, each as powerful as the one before it. He quickened his pace then with my last shot, he thrust himself deep inside me and let loose. I felt his hot cum squirt inside me. I pushed back and let my ass milk his cock. He kissed my neck. We stayed like that for a long time. Letting his cock get soft until it plopped out of my hole.
Thirty years later, whenever we fuck, it still is like the first time, and in bed I am still boy and he is Sir. I think it is because we both still can not get over the fact that we found one another. I don't know what he sees in me. But like I said to my grandson, you never know what's going to happen just give it time.