The Wrong Text, part 5
By Johnny Manipulator. johnnymanipulator@gmx.com
Bill was mortified when he realised he'd sent the text to his wrong son. Sam. Ed. It wasn't unheard of to muddle them up. They were similar in lots of ways. Same muscular build, broad of shoulder, heavy of rear. Both with handsome, manly, reliable-looking faces. Both a little shy and innocent compared to their more worldly mates. Perfect sons, he couldn't wish for better. They'd both grown into good men. He was very proud.
It had been Danny who had provoked him, had altered the balance. Danny who had changed the way he looked at Sam. That strange relationship they had, those long weekends, the way that Sam had become more shy and withdrawn since he had been hanging out with the older man. And then there were the texts, the provocative images of Sam, naked, begging, his face red from the huge club-like cock casting a shadow across is handsome, defeated face. The strange, desperate demands. Mistaken texts for sure, but they did something to Bill. They made him curious and question his thoughts. They made him unaccountably aroused.
Bill had never really explored his sexuality. He'd travelled very far up the road of being the dutiful husband, the heterosexual dullard, always ignored as a sexual object. Boring reliable Bill. But there were thoughts that kept him awake, that intruded on his perfectly boring days, his sensible conversations, his matey chat. He had known since he was a teenager that he'd been hugely, monstrously well endowed. It had always been a bit of a turn-off for his girlfriends. More than anything he'd fantasized about being fellated. This was something that had never happened. He'd always been too gentle to insist, and no-one ever seemed interested. But these pictures of Sam, these messages, they had reminded him that these suppressed thoughts had grown over the years. What he wouldn't do to be fellated like that. Like Danny was being fellated. By his handsome twentysomething son, Sam.
Replying to these random texts he'd receive from Sam, and rarely, Danny, made his head cloudy. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. It was hard to get his huge unappreciated penis to go down. It was hard to stop masturbating. Bill was all over the place. But he loved the illicit thrill of it all. It had revealed a world to him he'd never imagined. Not a homosexual world, he'd been aware people were gay and was fine with that. More, it was the realization that people really liked sex, they really went at it, they were consumed by it.
And so it was because of that muddle-headed, highly erotic state that he somehow managed to send the wrong text.
Ed, Bill's older son, now nearing 30, a big muscular man in tight chinos and sensible check shirt, was up a ladder. He and his younger brother both still lived at the family home with their dad. He was trying to find a tent belonging to his brother's workmate, a friendly, quiet, middle-aged man called Nick, who was currently stood at the base of ladder holding it steady. His technique was peculiar, Ed thought, but he didn't want to make a fuss about it. Rather than holding the ladder Nick was holding on to Ed's large round khaki-clad arse cheeks. It felt strange and intimate, but Ed knew Nick didn't mean anything by it and he didn't want the man to feel awkward.
The problem was, he couldn't find Nick's tent. In the end, he decided to text his dad. `I've looked hard. All I can see is your tent.' he sent. He didn't hear back straight away but didn't want to alarm Nick, so he kept quiet. He stood there, head in the loft space, while below Nick stared closely at the seat of his snugly fitting trousers, his hands clutching onto those fat cheeks, gently wobbling them in the palms of his expert hands. The seam of his khakis was stretched tight, as the fullness of his out of proportion backside pushed against the soft cotton.
Eventually a reply came. It was a picture message. Typical dad, can't use his phone properly. Ed clicked on it. He wobbled on the ladder in shock, glad of Nick's firm hands clutching his fat arse. The picture was, unmistakably, his dad's enormous cock. Unmistakably because the picture was taken from below, and his dad's smiling face was grinning down, mostly obscured by the vast size of his massive hard dick. Ed gulped, and shifted on the ladder again. The hands on his arse gripped tighter, more in control. He stared at his dad, the smile, his massive cock. Fuck! What was going on here?
Who did his dad think he was sending this picture to? Now he had seen it he couldn't unsee it. One thing that was obvious was he had so much of a bigger cock than Ed. Muscular and manly as he was, Ed's cock was no-where near the enormous beast that his dad's was. That was a bit embarrassing, he thought to himself. Behind him those hands squeezed his big cheeks. His dad had a really massive dick. Very long and thick, with a fat, bulbous head from behind which his dad's leering grin seemed so ... well, dirty. Which wasn't his dad at all. Fuck, he thought. How had his dad been hiding this massive secret all this time?
The hands behind him were gently pulling his big muscular thighs apart, and so unthinkingly Ed shuffled his feet to the edge of the ladder steps on each side. He propped his elbows on the edge of the loft and stared at the picture. His change of posture resulted in him pushing his big arse back at Nick, who was stood very close, his face at exactly arse height, his hands holding as much of each mighty cheek as he could. He smiled and shook his head. This was the best day he could remember for a long time. Especially as whatever had captured Ed's attention meant Nick was now in sole charge of this big man's big arse. He gently squeezed the cheeks, feeling their heavy fullness. He cupped them and ran his hands over them. Still no movement from the big man. So Nick continued to manhandle this muscular man's large butt as Ed remained stuck at the top of the ladder, staring open mouthed at the unsolicited picture of his father's enormous penis.
Should he ignore it or should he respond? Was this stiff upper lip time or cheeky bants? He thought instead it was time to be a responsible adult. He wouldn't shame his dad, nor would he ignore him.
`Who's the lucky girl that was meant for?' he texted his dad. Some miles away, in town, sat on a bench in the busy high street, Bill received his son's message. Oh god, oh god, thought Bill. Ed has been a gent. He's given him a way out. To save face. To save face, the kind of face hidden behind enormous fat obscene massive ultra-hardon. Oh Christ, now he was getting hard in the shopping centre. Which really was a problem because his cock was much, much too big to hide. He looked back at Ed's text. What a relief. He relaxed, even as his cock throbbed. He dashed off a reply.
`Sorry, was meant for Sam!' Send. He sighed. Then it hit him. Oh shit, oh shit! Recall, recall, why didn't these things have a fucking recall button? For stupid horny middle aged men who couldn't control their fucking massive dicks. But no, signal was perfect, went straight through.
In the loft Ed read the text from his dad.
Sorry, was meant for Sam!' Meant for Sam? He was sending his massive cock photos to Sam? What the actual fuck. Was this some kind of baffling family joke he hadn't ever been privy to? It had an exclamation mark. Maybe that was supposed to be funny. His dad doing banter. But no, his dad might have a fucking massive cock, he might take photos of it while smiling, he might sext some poor fucker with the resulting picture. But he would not, absolutely not, do banter. His dad was a complete banter free zone. He was prepared to accept he might be some huge-dicked pervert, but a cheeky bantering lad? Fuck. Off. Sorry, was meant for Sam!' He looked back at what as meant for Sam. Christ, it was enormous. He decided to text his brother just to check whether their dad had been displaying any worrying signs to him too.
Meanwhile, behind him, at the foot of the ladder, Nick was wondering if there was a way of removing this fine muscular man's trousers while he did whatever he was doing up the top of the ladder. He reached round and felt for the button. Above the tight stretch of his big arse the actual waistband was a bit loose. But there was no way to pop the button free without arousing Ed's suspicions. Shame.
Hey,' Ed texted. The big man was so distracted, and so strangely aroused, that he didn't notice the slight sense that something was moving at his crotch. Nick's hand trying and failing to undo that button. Has dad been acting okay with you?' He sent it to Sam.
Sam was down the road, pinned against the wall, choking and choking on a penis much too big to fit down his straight boy throat. He couldn't look up at Danny, the older guy who was violently pinning him to the wall with his massive cock. He couldn't look up because of the strength of the man's huge rigid beast which wouldn't allow him to bend his neck. And he couldn't see because his eyes were watering so badly as he choked and choked. It had been like this for hours. Every time Danny relaxed and allowed Sam to breathe and edge away from the wall for a breather, then he simply inserted his cock all the way again, and pushed the confused muscle boy against the wall.
What Sam wouldn't understand was why his superior strength wouldn't help him fight back against Danny, who, while being older, was nowhere near as muscular. Not only that, but Sam was heterosexual, and shouldn't have a hard cock down his throat. But for some reason he was hypnotized by Danny's massive member. The beast. The beast that just wouldn't stop monstering him. It hurt and felt uncomfortable, but something about it just felt so good. So right. His own cock was hard. So very hard. It was as if he was enjoying it. Enjoying being face-fucked by this sadistic charmer.
Danny glanced over and saw Sam's phone buzzing on the table beside his big impaled body. He reached down and picked it up. It was from Ed, Sam's older brother, who Danny had seen around. Big, muscular and handsome, just like the red-faced, struggling, naked suck-toy he had squirming against the wall right now. Good looking family.
`Hey. Has dad been acting okay with you?' Danny smirked. He ground is crotch hard against the trapped muscle boy. He heard Sam moan and gurgle in alarm and arousal.
`Yeah. He's got a fucking big cock though hasn't he? I mean, really, really big.' He sent it back to Sam's brother and slammed his dick hard in and out of Sam's exhausted mouth.
Ed, his trousers still very much clinging to his muscular thighs and arse as he stood at the top of the ladder, much to Nick's disappointment, was suddenly aware that something odd was going on. It felt like the man behind him, someone he had never met before, was fiddling with the button of his khakis while he massaged his big arse. Fuck, he had to stop this. He went to turn and call down to Nick when his phone lit up. `Yeah. He's got a fucking big cock though hasn't he? I mean, really, really big.' What?! This was getting ridiculous now. It really had been meant for Sam. That picture of their dad, naked, with a massive raging hardon, bigger than any cock Ed had ever seen, smiling down at, well, Sam. What was going on? This made no sense. His dad wasn't gay. Sam wasn't gay. And Ed certainly wasn't gay. Why the fuck was their dad sending his brother sexts and pictures of that magnificent cock? The sensations caused by Nick fiddling with his trousers were forgotten. As were the feelings of the man's eager hand on his big arse, still separated from the plump flesh of his meaty buttocks by the stretched cotton seat of his trousers.
`Dad has sent you pictures of his massive cock? Why?' He sent message to Sam. This was ridiculous. As was the fact that his cock was twitching.
Danny was still holding Sam's phone as the muscular twentysomething sucked away on his massive dick. The message from big handsome Ed arrived. Dad has sent you pictures of his massive cock? Why?' Danny grinned, and hammered his cock into Sam's throat. He wrote speedily. He sends me pictures of his huge beast all the time. I can't stop looking at it. He does it to cheer me up.' He sent it. Now time to really test this muscular cocksucker. He pulled his cock right out, then smashed it right in, all the way to his pubes, down the big lad's throat. Oh yes. Pure control. And then he unlocked the phone again. Dad came up the contact. He smirked and began typing.
Nick's hands were not content with sliding over the bulging seat of Ed's trousers. His fingers were now toying with the thick elastic waistband of the man's trunks which rode above the waistband of his khakis. Again Ed was coming to, aware of his unwanted erection, aware of this creepy stranger feeling up his big arse. Ed knew he really had to do something now or Nick would get into a situation that he would regret. He cleared his throat just as the phone buzzed. Sam. He sends me pictures of his huge beast all the time. I can't stop looking at it. He does it to cheer me up.' Oh Jesus this was worse than he thought. To cheer me up' was so their dad. He really meant to send it to Sam. And Sam wanted it. This obscene picture of their dad and his supermassive cock.
Christ his fat arse felt good. Those fingers on his big manly seat though his trousers. Fuck yes.
It was hard for Ed to concentrate. The picture of his dad. The messages from Sam. The stranger's hands on his bum. He was hard. Small but hard. He stifled a moan. Then turned his attention back to what to write to his brother.
In the shopping centre Bill received the message from Sam.
Ed says he got the picture of your huge cock. He says he loves it. He says can you send him more. He really needs to look at your enormous dick.' Oh god, thought Bill. This huge hardon is not going down. Ed liked the pic? Ed liked the pic! That was great news. He was off the hook. No more embarrassment. Great. He had nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact Ed wanted to see more! Well okay. If that's what his big adult eldest son wanted, then sure. Bill scrolled through the pictures stored on his phone. So many naked selfies and dick pics. He found one he liked, just his cock this time, but taken from such an angle the swollen member looked monumental. If his son liked looking at his cock before he was going to love this one. It made him look like a god. He sent it to Ed, with the line Glad you wanted more.'
Ed was so hard. The creepy man had still not got his hands inside his trousers but Nick's hands still roamed freely across his big tightly encased buttocks. The feeling was incredible he never even knew his arse was sensitive like this. As he tried to get himself under control the text arrived from his dad. `Glad you wanted more,' it said, and there it was, the most magnificent cock Ed had ever seen, in the most jaw-droppingly pornographic pose imaginable. It was just cock, the whole image filled with massive thick tumescent cock. Oh fuck, what a cock. His dad had the best cock in the world. Fuck, he loved this. The hands wobbled his fat arse cheeks in his tight trousers.
He replied to his dad. That is fucking massive.' And then to his brother, finally. I can't stop looking at it either.'
Bill saw the message and beamed. He found another pic and sent it to Ed. He was so proud his son appreciated it. Maybe now they had something to talk about at long last.
Danny saw the message intended for Sam. It made him so elated he pulled his hard penis out of Sam's open mouth and smacked the muscular man about the face with it seven times, before plugging it back down the broken cocksucker's throat.
Ed looked at the new picture from his dad, a picture of his huge cock with his hand on it, as if he were wanking it. It was the biggest cock Ed could imagine. Behind and below Nick worked away at Ed's clothed buttocks, stimulating them. A finger lightly run up and down the seam where the big man's crack would be. He gasped. A message through from his brother's phone.
`He wants a picture of your arse Ed. A picture of it naked. Send him a picture of your big arse.' Ed gulped. He had not expected this. His arse? I mean, sure it was big, but why did his dad want a picture of it? Naked? He looked back at those dick pics. Fuck, his dad was hung. He didn't even know how to get an arse pic. And then he felt another finger probe his crack through his khakis. Of course! Nick!
`Er Nick?' The stranger stopped touching the muscular man's arse for a moment.
`Yes Ed?'
Umm, I've been asked, erm, I mean, I need ... could you take a photo of my arse for me?' He was sure he heard the middle aged man chuckle.
`You want me to take a photo of your arse?'
Yeah.' He paused. And, sorry to do this, would it be possible to take one of it without my trousers?' Nick laughed. Then he regained his composure.
`Hmmm. I dunno...'
`Oh please. I just need one.'
`You want me to take your trousers down?'
`Er, yeah,'
`Take down your trousers and photograph your, er...?'
`Yeah. Look, sorry, no....'
`What about your pants?'
`Hmm?'
`Do you want your pants pulled down too?'
`Oh, right. Yes, I think so. Sorry.'
`It's a big arse. I mean ask,' said Nick.
`I know. Forget it.'
`It's okay, though. I can do it.'
`You can?'
`Oh yeah. I can do it. It's not like I've not taken a photo of an arse before.'
`Oh right. Really?'
`Yeah, sure. I've taken loads of pictures of arses, Ed.'
`Umm, okay...' Ed was beginning to think this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just ignore Sam's text. Not send a picture of his big arse to their dad. After all, what kind of grown man sends pictures of his arse to his dad? Regardless of how absolutely massive -- he scrolled back up to his dad's dick pics -- his dad's utterly magnificent penis was?
But before he could stop Nick the stranger had unbuttoned and unzipped Ed's khakis and was pulling them slowly down the big man's muscular thighs. As they inched down they revealed his big jutting man-arse was clad in super-tight blue lycra trunks. Nick took a deep breath. He had never seen such an incredible sight. The cheeks were so full and so tightly delineated by the thin clinging fabric. It looked utterly pornographic.
Ed heard the stifled moan Nick made as his khakis were pulled down. It sounded... Well, filthy. Nick was not the right man for this job. Ed didn't like him, he didn't trust him. He certainly didn't want him leering at his arse.
`Actually, I've decided not to bother,' said Ed. He grabbed his trousers by the waistband and started pulling them back up.
`It's no bother,' said an alarmed Nick, aware his was no match for Ed's muscles in a trousers tug of war.
`No, really, I've decided not to.' He hauled up his trousers and to Nick's dismay that big lycra-clad arse disappeared from view.
Just then Ed's phone lit up. He grabbed it with one had, protecting his modesty by holding on to his still unbuttoned khakis with the other. It was a text from his dad.
`Here's another one!' it said cheerily. The attached picture made Ed gasp. In this one his mild-mannered dad was naked and grimacing as in the foreground his massive cock was spurting cum, and there were great splatters of it on his shocked face and big chest. It was a cumshot. Fuck. Caught mid-ejaculation, his mighty beast of a cock looked more threatening than ever. Ed felt his much smaller cock get hard again, and he lost all concentration. The trousers slipped from his grip and Nick began to ease them down again.
Nick pulled them down pretty rapidly this time. He even got Ed to absent mindedly kick off his tennis shoes and lift his feet up to allow Nick to remove them entirely. There before his delighted face was Ed's big round arse clad only in micron-thin lycra trunks, which clung to his fat buttocks.
`Let's get these off,' said Nick. Ed snapped out of his reverie and clasped his trunks tight. He was not going to let this stranger, this possible pervert, pull down his tight pants.
I hope you enjoyed the story. If so, you can contact me at johnnymanipulator@gmx.com and you can find other stories by me on the Authors section on Nifty:
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