noah-helps-mr-lewis-2

Ash

Subject: Noah Helps Mr. Lewis Part 2 This story is a work of fiction that involves sexual activity between an adult male and an underage boy (16). If this disturbs you, please do not keep reading. This takes place in a universe where STDs are not a concern, and I do not condone practicing unsafe sex in real life. I was heavily inspired by the work of another Nifty author under the name of Muscle Daddy Bear, particularly a series called “Big Neighbor Men”. If you enjoy this story, please consider checking it out. You can email me at: ail. Any suggestions or comments are deeply appreciated. I love sharing my horniness with you all, and reading your horny emails really get me going. Of course, I only write when I’m horny (jerking as I type this), so send me something dirty if you want a faster update, hahaha. Also, I apologize for the very long wait. I assure you the next part will come much quicker. Finally, please consider donating to Nifty even if it’s not much. It’s the only way we can keep enjoying and cumming to free erotica. Jordan ======================================================================== “He looked down on me with hooded eyes. Sweat dotted his red face. He stroked my face with his hands, rubbing the splattered cum on my cheek. Underneath his handlebar mustache, he gave me a warm smile. Mr. Lewis looked like a god then, a hulking, burly giant, and all I wanted to do was worship him.” — Noah Helps Mr. Lewis – Part Two — We stayed in that position for half a minute, though it seemed longer. Our heavy breathing filled the room, mine coming out in quick pants, his in deep, raspy exhales. We were both basking in the post-sex high, staring at eachother in a daze – I felt light-headed, as if I was drunk on the loads of seed that he had fed me. If anyone were to walk in at that moment, it would have been an obscene sight; me on my knees, covered in cum as Mr. Lewis loomed over me like a mountain, shirt unbuttoned to reveal his hairy torso, his semi-soft cock dangling in front of my face. Kneeling and sitting back on my feet, my head barely reached his bushy crotch. He had to bend slightly to rest his hand on my cheek. From my perspective, the eyes that looked down at me seemed miles away because of his giant 6’5″ frame. He lifted his hand and my face instantly felt cold and empty. He pulled away from me, his dick slowly softening, and I finally snapped out of my drunken state. I got up slowly and felt something wet dripping along my inner thigh. I looked down to see that the front of my shorts were drenched, my teenage cock still hard and straining against the fabric. I realized then that I had cum despite not having touched myself once. Mr. Lewis cleared his throat. He had stuffed his cock back into his own shorts but left his upper body uncovered for me to admire. His eyes roamed around the room for a couple of seconds as if he was avoiding looking at me. I was afraid that he had regretted what had happened between us, that he had come to some sort of epiphany. Finally he rested his gaze on me and tilted the corner of his mouth, giving me a lopsided grin under the mustache that framed his full lips – he looked almost shy then, as if he was embarrassed at what had just happened between us. He winked and gave a nod, as if to say `thanks, that was great, buddy’. Considering he has never been a man of too many words, I took it as his unique way of praising me. I gave him my own shy smile, my cheeks suddenly reddening. Cum was all over my face and some had even gone into my hair. I had never thought it possible for a man to be able to shoot that many loads. I felt some of it travel down my cheek and down to the corner of my mouth. I stuck the tip of my tongue out to taste, licking my lips to savour it. His shy look darkened then, as if that action had triggered something in him. He moved towards me and lifted me up and my face was again level with his barrel chest. He raised his fur-covered hand up and grabbed my chin with his thick fingers. He used his fat index and middle finger on his other hand to swipe the cum that had spurted all over my face, leading them to my lips, which I instinctively spread apart. He dragged the splattered seed into my waiting mouth and I felt it ooze onto my hungry pink tongue. He watched as I shut my eyes in ecstasy, closing my mouth to savour the taste of him. I coated my entire mouth with his seed, wanting to taste it as much as possible, before swallowing with satisfaction. I opened my eyes to see that he was watching me swirl my tongue intensely. I looked downwards to see that he was once again hard. His uncut cock snaked its way out of his shorts, peaking out of the leg opening. Mr. Lewis brought his two, hairy fingers to my lips, forcing them past my teeth and into my mouth. My tongue writhed around his fat, sausage fingers, and I started sucking on them. He pushed his calloused fingers in deeper, his knuckles disappearing in my mouth, and eventually the tips were lodged in the entrance to my throat. For some reason, having my lips wrapped around his meaty knuckles almost brought the same pleasure as being stuffed with his monstrous cock. His two fingers were thick and meaty enough to rival the cocks of some men, and they were also dusted by black hair. He moved them a little bit as if to massage my throat, causing me to gag and moan. “Fuck, Noah,” Mr. Lewis said under his breath, almost in a whisper. He pushed deeper still in my mouth before pulling them back out. He held his fingers before my lips and I lapped at the fingertips hungrily. He pulled his fingers away, to my disappointment, pausing and taking a breath as if to collect himself. Meanwhile, my dick was pulsing and I again felt dangerously close to cumming. He walked over to his desk, pulling a white rag out from one of the drawers. He handed it gently to me so that I could clean myself off before suddenly leaving the room. I used the towel to wipe off the mess I had made in my shorts, and I had to resist the urge to touch the six-inch cock that still stood at attention. When I finished, I placed it on the top of his desk. Before I could wonder where he had gone, Mr. Lewis sauntered back into the room, a glass of water in his hand. I watched his semi-hard cock bouncing in his shorts. “I figured you’d want some water,” he said kindly, offering it to me. “Oh, uh, thank you, Mr. Lewis,” I muttered, “but I think I’m alright for now.” I looked down at the ground and felt my cheeks heat up – I didn’t want to wash away the taste of his cum. I swiped my tongue over the roof of my mouth. He looked at me as I did this, silent for a few seconds before giving me a knowing look. “Well, alright,” he said, amusement in his voice. He set the glass on the desk. “I guess it’s time that you went home then, huh?” I nodded, disappointed that our time together would come to end but knowing that I needed to get home. I had homework and chores to do. As I made the short walk home, I brought my palm up to my neck, wondering how something so big had fit in it. In my room, I came two more times, replaying the images of his huge meat and remembering the feeling of having my face fucked as I wildly jerked my teen cock. His adult rod had seared a path in my throat and I knew that I would soon be craving it again. Nothing happened for the next few days. I had school, homework, and soccer, while he had work. The most that happened was when I got home and he was doing work in his expansive front yard. He gave me his sexy smile and a quick wink, which was enough to make me rush to my room to milk out another load. — It was Friday afternoon and I had just gotten home from practice. I had been thinking of talking to Mr. Lewis again, but I wasn’t able to muster enough courage to do it. But as I cleaned my sweaty body in the shower, I couldn’t help but remember the feeling of his cock on my tongue. I made up my mind then. When I got out of the shower, I observed my reflection in the mirror. Though I had never been someone who was too prideful of my looks, I’ve always known that I was good-looking. With my curly dark hair and big hazel eyes that were speckled with gold, I had always been considered a “pretty boy” by my peers. Light freckles dusted my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. My lips were plump and pink, framed by a clear jawline. I was skinny but lean and toned from playing sports. The outline of pecs were slowly being sculpted on my chest, and my firm stomach had a line going down its middle, the starting of abs. Soccer had definitely helped in developing my lower body, evident in the little bubble butt that the guys at school seemed to always poke fun at me for having. Between my legs hung a soft cut cock, which grew to about six inches when hard. Though certainly incomparable to Mr. Lewis’ eleven inches, it definitely wasn’t bad. My body was smooth for the most part and only my armpits and crotch had really started growing hair, albeit in sparse amounts. I put on a plain hoodie and grey shorts, deciding to forget the underwear. It was around 5:00 PM when I marched bursa escort across to Mr. Lewis’ front door, once again trying to muster the courage to give it a knock. My heart was beating fast and I could feel my body heating up, but most of all, my cock was throbbing against the smooth material of my shorts. I was reaching in to pull it up into my waistband in an attempt to hide it when suddenly the door swung inward, revealing Mr. Lewis. “Noah,” he grunted, giving me a quick nod before making an amused expression at the sight of the hand in my pants. “Saw you through the window. Come in.” It seemed that he had just gotten home from the factory with his work clothes still on. He was wearing a plain short-sleeve button-up with the top few buttons undone, revealing the sexy hair that grew on his chest. He had on a pair of thick work pants which were smudged with dirt and grease, and wrapped around it was a leather belt which he had unbuckled but left hanging on his pants. They were quite baggy and hid his big bulge, to my disappointment. I took a seat at the kitchen table and he sat at the chair opposite me. I had followed my desires and was determined to come here, but now I was suddenly at a loss for words. I looked around the room awkwardly, searching for the right words. There was no way that I could candidly ask him if we could have a repeat of what we did last time, if he would let me choke on his big fat cock one more time. But with the way he looked at me, it seemed as if he knew what I was here for anyway. My cock leaked in my shorts. “I, uh, have an English project that I was assigned at school,” I started, “We have to write about a few books and find, uhm, a related theme between them.” He grunted and waited for me to continue. “I’m not so good with books, and since you have so many books, I figured that I might, you know, be able to get some help from you.” I looked down at the table in front of me, nervous at what his response might be. After a couple seconds of silence, I started doubting myself. What if he didn’t want the same thing that I did? What if he just sent me back home? What if he never wanted to do it ever again? But finally, he lifted himself off the chair and sauntered past me towards the living room. He motioned for me to follow him. And I did, savouring the sight of his ass moving from side to side in his work pants. We ended up in his den. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat at his desk. “So how can I help ya?” Mr. Lewis rumbled in his baritone voice. He looked at me, waiting. I don’t know what I expected when I marched over to his front door, but it was too late to go back now. I had to stick it through, and I was being honest when I said I could use some help on my English assignment, although I was obviously wanting something else. Not knowing what to do next and a little embarrassed of myself, I started going into detail about the specifics of the assignment and what kind of books I was looking to find. If anything, maybe I could get a good start on my project. He brought me over to his bookshelf, where he started pulling out different books and novels that he thought might fit what I was looking to write about. He stood directly behind me, his giant frame looming over my small one. Whenever he leaned over to grab a book, his crotch would press into my lower back and I was able to feel the thick outline of his meat through his pants. He placed the three or four books he had picked out in my hands, one at a time, urging me to look through them and see if it caught my interest. We did this for a while, and each time his bulge would find itself wedged between my round cheeks. He also rested a hand on my shoulder, caressing it gently with his thumb while I struggled to focus on the novels in front of me. I was warm throughout my whole body and my dick throbbed in my grey shorts, and I felt shivers run down my spine every time he rubbed my shoulder. I looked down to see that a grey spot had formed on the fabric from the precum leaking out of me. I pulled the hem of my hoodie a little farther down in an attempt to hide it. All of a sudden he pulled away, bringing the pile of books that he had accumulated on the stool over to his desk. He sat down on his chair and motioned for me to bring the stool over and sit next to him. His legs were spread wide in a masculine way, and although his pants weren’t tight, I could still see the mound of his cock resting in the middle. I wondered if he wore underwear while working or if he just went commando, letting his massive tool swing around underneath. Mr. Lewis told me to look through the books more thoroughly and even provided short summaries of each one, advising me on how they could come together in an essay. I flipped through the pages and listened to his hypnotizing baritone for a couple minutes, admiring his surprising knowledge of literature. Despite the project being a cover-up, this was actually really helping me. I noticed that he had placed a hand atop his crotch. When I looked, he pressed his fingers together slightly, giving his bulge a subtle squeeze. Was he trying to send me a message? I braved a look at his face and saw that he was seemingly reading some novel. I brought my gaze back to my own books, waiting to see if he would do anything else. A couple minutes passed and his hand remained over his crotch, squeezing it gently a few more times, but nothing more. If I didn’t want Mr. Lewis so badly, I likely would not have given the small action a thought. Another minute later, I heard the sound of fabric being rubbed. The sexy bear was now slowly rubbing his mound with that hairy paw of his. My eyes followed the movement as his palm pressed against the base of his cock, then the evidently thick shaft, and finally the head. It was a lengthy trip despite him not being hard yet. I swallowed. I was fully staring now, mesmerized by the action. My breathing quickened and I felt more precum ooze out of my hard dick, which was unashamedly tenting in my shorts, something that he no doubt saw. Then, instead of softly rubbing himself, Mr. Lewis started running his fingers down the outline of his tool, pressing the material of his pants into his thigh, making it so that the fabric laid taut over his cock. Before, the bagginess of his work trousers prevented me from properly seeing much, but now the shape of his meat was clear. I could even see the way his shaft flared out into the thick head. A soft moan escaped my lips involuntarily because of the erotic sight. “Noah,” Mr. Lewis said, jolting me out of my trance, “You okay, son?” I met his eyes. He had a look of feigned concern on his face, but there was undoubtedly something more intense in his gaze. I gave a quick nod, a blush spreading across my face. “Hey, would you mind grabbin’ me a book from the shelf? Think it’d be perfect for your project,” he asked, “It should be up in the corner there.” I got up disappointedly and walked towards the bookshelf. I thought that we were getting somewhere but I guess he was taking my ask for help quite seriously. I scanned the bookshelf carefully for the title, though there were so many books that it was difficult. I turned my head to the side to better see the vertical titles, but it seemed to be nowhere in sight. “Ah, might be in the top left corner,” he advised. From where I was standing, he was barely in my peripheral vision and I virtually could see nothing of him. I followed his advice, now scanning the uppermost shelf, but still to no avail. I went up on my tiptoes, trying to get a closer look. Behind me, I heard the sound of his chair shuffling and something falling to the ground. “Look in between or behind those textbooks.” And I did, squinting now to get a better look. I shifted some books around, looking under, over, and in between. Finally, I found the title of the book in between two thick textbooks, wedged in the middle of them and pushed to the back of the shelf. I grabbed it triumphantly. I opened it up, taking a look at the cover. As I took the few steps back to his desk, I read the synopsis of the book on the back curiously. “Wow, thanks, Mr. Lewis,” I said, “This seems perfect for what I’m planning to…” When I looked back up at him, I froze. His chair was now fully sideways, facing me. On the ground next to him was his black leather belt, which before had been wrapped around his pants. He must have unbuttoned and unzipped his pants while I was facing away from him. He had pulled them down so that they were bunched up at his furry thighs, revealing his manly unkempt bush. His hairy sack rested on the chair underneath, holding two baseball-sized testicles. Resting on top of it was his glorious cock, and despite being soft, was already eight or nine thick inches long. The girthy shaft led to the skin-covered tip which was hanging over the edge of the chair enticingly and pointing lazily to the floor. A prominent vein traveled down the length, splitting off into smaller ones. His foreskin was bunched over the head and only the yummy pink of his piss slit was revealed. “Come here, bursa escort bayan boy,” Mr. Lewis said. I walked over, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I sank down to my knees between his tree-trunk thighs almost out of instinct. My eyes were glued onto his sleeping monster, formidable despite not yet being awake. Being less than a foot away from it, I could smell the tantalizing odor coming from his prick. It was a delicious musk that was a little sour but not at all unpleasant. It was the scent of a sexy, virile, pure man. “Closer, Noah,” he rumbled above. I looked past his soft prick, over the hairy torso that was underneath his unbuttoned shirt, and into his gentle eyes. “Get to know him a little better, why don’t ya? ” He gave me a sly wink under his bushy brow. I scooched a little closer, his cock now only a few inches away from my face. “Fuck,” I said under my breath, not meaning to. “You like it?” he asked honestly. I nodded. “I think it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” I replied, to which he gave a small chuckle. Mr. Lewis then leaned forward in his chair. He placed his big hand on the back of my head and gently applied pressure, pushing me forward until my face was pressed up closely against his thick prick. I let out a groan that I couldn’t suppress. It was so warm, and the skin on my cheek that was touching it felt like it was burning. “Explore it, Noah,” he rumbled intensely, his fingers pressing into my hair. “It’s yours, baby.” I shifted up a little, my nose now brushing against his bush. I took a deep breath in and found my nostrils filled with his delicious scent, the pure essence of a man, my eyes closed in ecstasy. My hot breath hit the fat base of his cock as I exhaled. I felt it twitch slightly, touching my lips as it bounced up. I pulled my head back slightly, wanting to take a look at his slowly growing penis. It was semi-soft now, an inch longer in length and thicker. His foreskin had rolled back enough to reveal half an inch of his cockhead, where a pearl of precum emerged from his slit. At such close proximity, I could admire everything about his beautiful cock. I could see every ridge of his cock, how it widened out a little in the shaft before tapering slightly into the crown, every vein that traveled across the velvety skin. I was shocked to see that some hair could be found even on his cock, about two inches or so from the base. I reached a hand out, pausing to look at him and continuing when he gave a nod. I wrapped my right hand around his shaft, my fingers just barely meeting around his semi-hard girth. Mr. Lewis let out a breath and I felt him twitch in my hand. I squeezed it slightly, appreciating its weight, noticing another bead of precum ooze out. I pushed my hand back to fully reveal his pink cockhead. I started slowly stroking his length, earning me a groan from above, and soon I added a second hand. The feeling of his cock hardening in my hands was amazing and I was filled with awe as it grew to its full eleven inches. At full mast my fingers were unable to wrap fully around it, and about half of his prick was still uncovered with both of my hands stacked on top of eachother. My hands were so incredibly full as his stallion meat pulsed in my grip like it had a mind of its own, like it was some big, warm, throbbing monster. I looked past his member, hazy with passion as I met his hooded eyes. My innocent gaze paired with my obscene position beneath him must have done something to him. His cock jolted when I looked at him, oozing a bead of precum. My hands worked the impossible length of his virile cock, up and down, from the thick base to the drooling tip. His breathing had become uneven. Mr. Lewis was now steadily leaking precum and his cockhead was soon glistening with it. “In your mouth, boy,” he commanded. Again he put a hand on my head, applying pressure. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head a few times, tasting the sweet precum flowing from his tip like liquid candy. I opened my mouth wide and took his huge cockhead into my mouth. He moaned as my tongue thrashed around it. Mr. Lewis pushed my head further until he hit the back of my mouth. I felt myself gag on his cock, my eyes tearing up slightly, but I was determined. He started to apply pressure again, pushing past my mouth and into my teenage throat. It burned yet I felt immense pleasure from being at his complete mercy. I had managed to take about five inches of his length when I started gagging again. Mr. Lewis allowed me some time to recover, before pushing on. We repeated this, thick inch by thick inch forcing its way down, until my nose was buried deep into the thick bush of his crotch. I was in ecstasy as nearly a foot of huge man cock was lodged deep in my teenage throat, reaching towards my stomach. I moaned around the base of his cock and he groaned sexily above. He started pulling me off his cock, my throat burning from the action while my tongue thrashed wildly around his meat. When only the tip was in my mouth, he pushed my head all the way back down, before doing it all over again. Mr. Lewis was facefucking me now, using my hair to pull me on and off his thick mule prick. He was impaling me with that huge spear of his and I could do nothing but let out helpless high-pitched moans around his cock. I looked up into his eyes as he did this, which only made him go harder. Suddenly, he pushed his cock all the way down my throat, this time using both hands to keep me in place with my nose buried in his pubes. He held me there, my throat stuffed and his hairy thighs rubbing against the side of my head. I felt myself gagging and tried to push myself off but his hold was firm. I swallowed a couple times around his cock as my body tried to push him out, causing him to groan loudly above me. It was only for a couple seconds, though it felt much longer as I felt my breath running out. A few seconds more and I started coughing, tears now streaming down my face. Finally, he let go of my head and let me pull myself off his huge cock. “Fuck, Noah.” His voice rumbled deepy and vibrated through my whole body. His cock was wet with a mix of saliva and precum, strings of it connected to my lips. He grabbed it by the base, putting his other hand out under it. He then started slapping his slimy shaft against his palm, showing off its sheer size and weight. Schlap, schlap, schlap. “You see how hard I am, boy?” Mr. Lewis grabbed the back of my head to bring me closer, then tilted my chin up. I was directly under his hard monster cock now and staring into his eyes. He placed one hand on my face while the other gripped his shaft. It was almost a third of the width of my face, and if he laid it flat against my face with his balls pressed against my chin, it might’ve been longer. Like he did with his palm, he firmly slapped his big daddy cock against my cheek. Schlap, schlap, schlap. It was heavy, wet, and warm. That dominating action put me deeper into my sexual trance as I submitted my young body and mind to this older and more powerful man. He got off the chair and stood to his full 6’5 height. He quickly threw off his pants and shirt and stood naked in front of me in all of his hairy, massive glory. He placed his hands in my armpits and hoisted me up on my feet, where my head only met his chest. He pulled my hoodie off and he started exploring my smooth, lean body with his rough palms. My small teenage body contrasted with his massive, hulking frame. Where my muscles were just beginning to develop, his bulged out, hairy and vascular. Where my body was toned and defined with a shadow of abs, his was unquestionable muscle, and the only sign of age was in his slightly protruding belly. My skin was almost completely smooth, pure and unblemished, his was covered in black-and-white fur, slick with sweat. His immense hands almost spanned the entirety of my thin waist as they roamed my torso. Mr. Lewis then grabbed my arm urgently, switching our positions so that I was facing away from him towards the desk and he was behind me. He pushed my back down, causing me to lean on the desk with my elbows. Behind me he pulled my shorts down to my ankles, causing me to gasp in surprise. He spread my pale bubble butt apart, his hands big enough to cover each cheek. “Fuck, boy,” he rasped out, staring at my smooth, pink hole. In response to the abrupt exposure, it winked in and out. “So damn beautiful.” And then suddenly I felt something warm and slimy make contact with my hole, accompanied by a roughness against my ass cheeks. Mr. Lewis had put his tongue on it. He was lapping at it intensely, up and down and across, as if starved. I moaned loudly, throwing my head up in ecstasy. I felt his wet mouth-muscle push forward and realized that it had gone past my tight assring. The realization that this sexy daddy’s tongue was inside of me made heat build up in my balls, and I could feel myself nearing the edge. I felt him press a thick, rough finger to my wet entrance, gasping as he pushed it down to the knuckle. I made a sound of shocked pleasure and I heard escort bursa him whisper a profanity behind me. “Feel good?” Mr. Lewis asked, slowly maneuvering his finger in and out of me. All I could do was moan in response. Suddenly, he curled his finger inward towards my crotch. My head whipped up at the sensation that it caused. He had found a spot inside of my ass, a button that sent ripples of new kind of pleasure through my whole body. “Ah!” He stopped the motion before realizing that it had been an exclamation of pleasure. Again he massaged that spot with his finger, sent waves through me, and suddenly I was cumming. My young load sprayed on the floor underneath us in five spurts. “Oh FUCKK, oh my god.” My chest and my face were laying on the big desk, arms splayed out to the sides while my ass was stuck up in the air. My six inch cock was still rock hard and I was still in a haze of pleasure. I heard Mr. Lewis opening a drawer next to me, then a squelching sound. I thought it was his tongue against me again when I felt the warm wetness, but it was something much bigger, more firm. When I heard him groan behind me, I knew what was against my entrance. It was the bluntness of his big cockhead pressing into my little virgin boyhole. He slid his impossibly thick length up and down between the two globes of my ass, his slicked shaft and all its veins triggering my sensitive nerves. He had taken my ass cheeks into his hands, squeezing them firmly and spreading them apart as he dragged his throbbing meat against my twitching hole. At that moment, I wished I could see what he was seeing right now, the view of his fat dick spreading my teenage butt apart. With his beer can girth, his massive meat must have almost been a fourth of the width of my little ass, likely a third. Again he pressed his cockhead against my puckered hole. This time he pushed forward slightly, pushing the skin around my entrance inwards in resistance. I put the pieces together and realized that this hulking bear of a man was trying to shove his gigantic cock in my small body, something that didn’t seem possible. He squeezed out more of his flowing precum, lubricating my entrance, and tried once more to no avail. Above and behind me, Mr. Lewis spat and I felt more wetness in my crack. I wanted him so badly inside of me, like I would die if I couldn’t have his dick in my ass. Slowly but surely, he continued gently and firmly pressing against my entrance, allowing my tight hole to gradually stretch and open around his tip. Each time he pressed further inside, I felt a sharp pain that would quickly disappear. Soon, it was feeling good; less in a physical way but more mentally, as I envisioned him slowly ravaging me, stretching me impossibly wide. His cockhead was fully inside of me now, my asslips wrapped firmly under the flare of his crown. Mr. Lewis started pushing forward again after a small pause and an entry began, slow and gradual, so painfully good. “Oh my fucking godddd,” I moaned helplessly, my eyes rolling back into my head as I struggled to process the sensation. “Take it, boy,” he grunted, “Swallow daddy up with your little hole.” Inch by inch he plunged deeper into my quivering body, an endless conquest of my virginity. Every single vein and ridge of his fat monster cock massaged the walls of my ass and pushed violently through them. Deeper and deeper and deeper he went, even when I didn’t think it was possible to go any further. The room was filled with our noises: his deep grunts and profanities, my helpless moans and whimpers. I was overwhelmed by the intense crashing sensations that wracked my body and my brain, like explosions going off all at once. I lost track of time during the slow, mind-breaking entry. It might have lasted minutes, maybe hours, of the blissful torture of him stretching me wide open, but I finally felt my smooth cheeks land firmly against the forest of his crotch. All I could do was throw my head up, eyes rolled back in unimaginable pleasure. All eleven girthy inches of his adult cock had somehow managed to fit inside of my tiny boybutt, filling me with shock and surprise, accompanied by a sense of pride at my accomplishment. But most of all, it filled me with a dizzying ecstasy. My assring was stretched to its limit and gripped possessively around the base of his length while my insides throbbed around it. I could have sworn I felt Mr. Lewis’ heartbeat pulsing through the bulging veins on his cock, quick and steady. He bent over, pressing his scratchy torso against the smoothness of my back. His mouth was next to my ear and I could feel the warmth of his breath with every husky breath and he let out. “Fuck, it’s all in ya, boy,” he growled, his voice travelling through my entire body. He began to move his hips, grinding against my ass, as if to prove his point. The feeling of his cock shifting and moving in me was amazing and I couldn’t help but move my hips with him. “Mmmm, such a perfect hole,” he groaned in my ear, the deep vibrations intensifying the sensations, “So damn tight.” He was resting his huge, hairy frame on top of me, and I felt completely in his control pinned on top of the desk. We were as close as we could physically get, with his furry body pressed on my skin and his prick deep inside me, but I was filled with a deep lust to be even closer, for him to go even deeper. “Please, Mr. Lewis,” I whimpered, asking for nothing in particular. Now that he was deep inside of me, there was only one other way to go. It was something that I had subconsciously realized in the haze of pleasure. Nothing could have prepared me for when Mr. Lewis separated his stomach from my back, straightening himself out before slowly moving his hips backwards. It was a different feeling than when he entered me. As he slowly hauled his buried cock out of my butt, a wild sensation coursed through my body. My eyes widened in shock and I let out a muted grunt of surprise. With every inch that he would pull out of me, I felt a vacancy inside of me. The walls of my ass had been stretched so far and were now filling the thick, girthy void that his penis left behind. Mr. Lewis was pulling out painfully slow as if trying to torture me. All of my nerves were being triggered like electricity as he emptied his meat from my small ass. He paused when just the wide tip of his dick was nestled in my ass, my entrance twitching hungrily around it. But I barely had the time to catch my breath before he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock all the way back in, slapping my cheeks against his hairy crotch. “FUCK,” I cried out, lifting my head and chest out of surprise. This sudden lunge of his hips sent all the veins and ridges of his prick barrelling through my young tunnel. I reached behind me, desperate to feel him, and rubbed my hand against his hard, hairy stomach. Mr. Lewis put his huge hand over mine, placing it back on the table so that I was leaning over again. He took my other hand and placed it against the other so that my palms were facing inward towards each other and my wrists were touching. He firmly wrapped his fingers around both of my wrists while the other grabbed my waist, holding it steady as he forcefully slammed his cock into me. “Yeah, son, just like that,” he said as he pounded my ass mercilessly, “Do you like this daddy cock like a good boy should?” I tried to form a response but I was incoherent, my mouth only emitting a string of grunts, whimpers, curse words, and moans. My mind was melting as I focused on only one thing in the world: his fat cock drilling my insides. “I asked you a question, boy,” he bent down then, his voice sending shivers down my quivering body as he pressed his mouth against my ear. I let out a high-pitched moan as he slowly extracted all eleven inches out of my body. He asked me the question again, pausing between syllables to pound his crotch against my bubble butt and fuck me. “Do you like,” SCHLAP. “This big” SCHLAP. “And fat,” SCHLAP. “Fucking DADDY cock?” He pressed his entire burly frame against mine, the fat tip of his cock reaching the deepest part that it had reached so far. “Uhnnnn, yes, Mr. Lewis” I was in a complete trance but I forced out a response that was half a whimper, “Yes, oh god yes, daddy.” Mr. Lewis let out a primal growl then. He straightened himself, removing his sticky fur from my smooth back and spreading my asscheeks apart so that my hole was fully exposed. He picked up the pace of his hips, fucking my teenage butt insanely deep. From then, no more words passed between us and only the sounds of passionate, lustful sex filled the room. My melted, ruined brain lost all perception of time. Whether it was minutes or hours, I had reached a place of pure mind numbing ecstasy unlike anything I had ever felt or will ever feel. “TAKE IT, BOY,” he groaned finally, turning the gear up one last time, “TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD.” He stopped moving, buried balls deep in me. I felt his shaft swell before it started pulsing, shooting jets of thick seed deep into my stomach. Mr. Lewis’ torso collapsed over mine then. He turned my dazed face over and we shared a wet, passionate kiss before my world turned black, exhausted and overwhelmed, but most of all, extremely satisfied by his enormous stallion meat. TO BE CONTINUED…