graybeards: “Oh, sorry,” Josh stammered as I hung up my overcoat and dropped my keys in
graybeards: “Oh, sorry,” Josh stammered as I hung up my overcoat and dropped my keys in a bowl by the door. “I didn’t know you’d be home early today, Mr. Harris.” The boy was on his hands and knees in the middle of my living room in nothing but a pair of thin shorts stretched taut by his firm ass. He’d been a gift from my buddy Bill for my fortieth a few months before, and now he was gawping back at me with that soft blonde hair and those nervous baby blue eyes. But no, he wasn’t that kind of gift.He was just a fantastic housekeeper. Still, I was glad to be in black pants that hid the swelling size of my bulge.“Don’t mind me, Josh. I just snuck out early since I have a work dinner tonight,” I explained as I unfastened my tie. The boy nodded dumbly, unable to take his eyes off me until I teased, “Didn’t your father ever teach you it’s rude to stare?”When he blushed, he looked young. He was a sophomore at NYU, a naive little midwestern boy making ends meet in the big city. I hadn’t seen him since those first few weeks before I trusted him with a key, and I marveled again at Bill’s exquisite taste for having picked him.“Sorry,” Josh mumbled. “I just—have you been working out, Mr. Harris?”I grinned and felt my chest swelling up in my shirt. “I’ve been trying. I guess this is a little tight on me these days, isn’t it?” I looked down and saw the shirt buttons tensing as I flexed my newfound muscles. I still had a bit of a gut, but when I ran my fingers down over it, the flesh was firm and strong.Josh stood up, crossing his arms over his slim, smooth chest, and watched agape as I admired myself. “Damn, sir. You look like a new man. And the beard looks great. Shall I make you a drink?”Running my fingers through my bristles, I nodded in agreement and said, “Bourbon and coke.” My manhood was rock hard in my trousers, obscenely distending my briefs just out of sight. Truth be told, for a long time I didn’t feel like much of a man. Through my twenties and thirties, I was stuck in a state of perpetual adolescence. I was nervous and unmotivated, with barely an idea of who I wanted to be when I grew up. Hell, it wasn’t until I was almost twenty-five that I got shit-faced and brave enough to fuck a guy. Girls were fun, but I realized I leaned much more the other way.Without baseball to keep me active after college, I got soft and a bit pudgy. My big dick kept me from suffering too many dry spells, but still it was depressing. I had plenty of friends, but few close ones. I had a series of dead-end jobs that didn’t do much more for me than pay the bills. It wasn’t until my late-thirties that I started turning things around.I moved into Manhattan and found my people. Joined some intramural sports to get myself moving and slim down a bit. Finally finished law school and joined my buddy Bill’s firm. Things were looking up by the time I hit forty. A few months with a personal trainer had me buffer than I’d ever been in college, and some mind-blowing sexual encounters really woke the beast in me. I finally embraced the natural dominance I’d been stifling for so long. I am man, hear me roar, and all that.It’s strange though, the things that make you notice how much you’ve changed. There was something about having Josh around, cleaning my condo and doing my laundry, that made me feel like I’d finally made it. Even before I met him, I jerked off a few times just thinking of a cute boy cleaning for me.“You don’t mind if I show off,” I guessed as Josh handed me my drink and retreated to pick up his cleaning supplies from the living room. I started unbuttoning my shirt to reveal a buff chest coated in thick fur. The boy was practically salivating by the time my firm belly burst free and I gave it a thunderous slap. I peeled off and sniffed the musky shirt off before throwing it to him. “That could use a wash.”“You like muscles, boy?” I asked as I traced the curves of my strong shoulders and enormous arms. Josh quietly lifted my shirt to his nose and took a deep, reverent whiff. “Yes, sir, Mr. Harris.” The sight had me soaking the fabric of my briefs with precum. “Do you… should I wash the rest of your clothes, sir?”“You’re an overachiever. I like that about you.” I closed the gap between us with a few long strides and towered over him, the crown of his head reaching just below my chin. I stood with arms akimbo and he stared up in me in awe, terror, and confusion until I prompted, “You’ll have to take off my shoes if you want to get my socks.”The boy sank to his knees with no hesitation, steadying himself with hands on my size twelve loafers. He easily slipped them off when I lifted my weight from one and then the other, and I could see it on his face the second the scent of my feet hit his nostrils. His eyes rolled back and he filled his lungs with me.“Sorry about the smell.” I smirked. Josh let out a little sigh in response and hooked his fingers up into my pant leg to roll down each of my socks. “Good boy, Josh. You know, I’m feeling a bit sore. Why don’t you take a break and rub them?” I sat back in my couch and stretched my feet out in front of me for him.“Of course, sir.” Josh scooted over and squeezed my tendons in his lithe fingers. “You feel tense.”“I don’t get a lot of foot rubs these days,” I noted. “And damn, your fingers feel like magic.”“I like doing it, actually.”“Hah. Stop by the office any time. You can climb under my desk and rub all you like.”“I might take you up on that, Mr. Harris.”“You better,” I joked. “But break time’s over, boy. Come unbuckle my belt and get these pants off.”He rose up onto his knees and reached with trembling fingers toward my buckle. Licking his lips, he managed to undo my belt and unbutton my trousers. I lifted myself up a touch to let him pull them off and down my long legs, but he looked like a deer in headlights when my bulging black briefs burst out.“I’m surprised you aren’t married, Mr. Harris,” Josh said, eyes glued to my junk as he finished removing my pants.With a grin, I took a sip of my drink. “I’d say it’s been better whore tackle than wedding tackle. But I guess I just haven’t met the right person.”“What kind of person are you looking for?” He asked.“Cute, smart, energetic, you know the usual things.” I listed, adding with emphasis, “And obedient.”“Sounds like someone I know.” He quipped with a blush. “How, uh, big is it?”“Big enough that you wouldn’t believe me unless you measured it yourself.”“I’d believe you, sir,” Josh insisted.Shrugging, I affected a casual tone as I bragged, “Ten inches long and nearly seven around. Yeah, it’s not for the faint of heart.” He just stared in silence at my pulsing bulge, surely noticing the precum dripping from it. “Would you like to see it, boy?”“Yes, Mr. Harris, I would like that.”I gulped down the rest of my bourbon and slapped the glass on a side table before rising to my feet to tower over the diminutive college kid. Watching his face, I hooked my thumbs into my briefs and slowly peeled them down. His eyes went wider with every inch of my shaft as I stretched the band down across its immense length until my swollen mushroom popped free inches from the boy’s face.I let the briefs fall down around my ankles and ordered, “Hand them up to me.” He unhooked them from my feet and reluctantly placed the warm, sweaty garment in my hand. With sudden speed, I leaned down and pressed the damp fabric to Josh’s nose, smothering his face in my pheromones and smearing his cheek with my precum. “Smell that, boy. I bet you sniff my underwear every time you come here, don’t you? Don’t lie.”He nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”“I bet you rub the smell of my big cock all over you and touch your pretty little dicklet.” He didn’t disagree. “That’s very unprofessional of you, boy. You should get a man’s permission to worship him.” I rolled my briefs down over Josh’s head and hung them around his neck like a collar before grabbing my swollen cock and holding it inches from his lips. “Go ahead and beg, boy.”Josh sighed with overwhelmed contentment and gazed up at me as he pleaded, “Please, Mr. Harris, allow me to worship you like a god among men. Please let me serve your every desire, sir. I felt so fulfilled every time I cleaned for you. I dreamed of fixing your dinners and kissing your feet. I need to be your servant, sir.”I glared down with affected indifference, narrowing my eyes as I squeezed my dripping manhood. After an agonizing wait, I nodded and shoved my cock into the boy’s starving mouth. “Good boy, Josh. I love a boy who respects his superiors. Now suck daddy’s dick. I can’t very well go to dinner with a hard-on like this.” I always loved watching them struggle to swallow me, to stretch open wide enough to serve. “Do a good job or I’ll have to tear off those little shorts and breed your ass.” Truth be told, I needed to fuck that ass and I wouldn’t settle for less. If he managed to make me cum in his mouth, I’d just last a little longer when I got to it.When I’m blessed with all this strength and virility, it’d be a shame if I didn’t put it to great use. I would pin this young man down in my bed and eat his hole until he begged me to fuck him. My hirsute mass would engulf him as I split his insides open wider than ever before. And before I finished, I’d make sure he popped like a bottle of champagne beneath me to let his sensitive hole squeeze me to a shared orgasm. I’d flood his insides and let my cum mark him as mine.Josh was a great housekeeper, but I started thinking he’d make a better partner for the man I had finally become.If you need more to read, over 260,000 lost words from my archive are available as a $5 ebook: https://payhip.com/b/i27S I just blasted a major load to this smut story by @graybeards! Picking up his collected stories for five bucks is a steal. -- source link
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