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The Power of a Real Man

by Teachmedeepthroat


I was 23 and had just moved back in with my father when I ran into Steve. He lived a couple of blocks down from me. I hadn't seen him for years but used to stop and talk to him while I was walking my dog. I had always had a crush on him and he had only gotten hotter since I was gone.

He was in his late 20s, about 6'2, italian, a former marine, shaved head but with dark stubble and dark eyes, tattooed, and even more built now than I had remembered him. He just oozed sexuality. I always worried he would see me getting hard when I would stop to talk to him, but I could just stare at his big arms and listen to his deep deep voice all day long. He was EXTREMELY manly. The kind of guy that went on hunting trips, lifted weights everyday, and drove a big lifted pickup. It never even crossed my mind that I might ever have a chance to do anything with him.

The way he towered over me made my knees weak. I was only 5'8", 135 lbs., 30" waist, with brown hair and eyes. As we talked I mentioned that I was unemployed and he offered to pay me for mowing his lawn.

I came over the next morning around 10 and knocked on his front door. There was no answer so I made my way around back and saw him doing bench presses through the glass doors in the basement. He was wearing a pair of gray gym shorts and nothing else. His bulge was enormous, and I stood outside with my mouth wide open, practically drooling, until he saw me and opened the door. He threw me the keys to the shed and told me to get to work and come see him when I was done.

It took me about an hour to finish the yard and I noticed several times that Steve was watching me. I went inside when I was done and he was doing free weight curls. His muscles were rippling and his biceps were downright huge. He was sitting on the bench and I could see the outline of his cock running several inches down one leg. I found myself staring at his crotch again and I was getting hard when I looked up and saw him grinning at me and staring into my eyes.

I stuttered and tried to find something to say. He dropped his weight, stood up and started to walk towards me while grabbing his big italian meat. My mouth dropped. I was petrified and excited at the same time. I couldn't move. He stopped just a foot away from me and I looked up as he towered over me.

He growled "What the fuck are you looking at faggot?" I was speechless. He shoved me and I stumbled, but still couldn't seem to turn and run. He ordered me to strip. I found myself tearing my shoes off, laces still tied and in about 30 seconds I was completely naked and looking into his dark intense eyes again.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside into the back yard. I wasn't sure if he was going to throw me out in the street naked or if I was really going to get my chance with this sexual god! Either way, I found myself more turned on than I had ever been before. The next thing I heard was "Hit your knees FAGGOT!"

I hit my knees so hard it almost hurt. I looked up and stared into his eyes awaiting the next move. He put his huge right hand on the back of my head and forced my face into his crotch. I could feel his meaty cock through the thin shorts and was going crazy with anticipation. I reached up and started to pull at his waistband. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back violently. His eyes were full of fire. I was petrified. He said "You want that big dick you little bitch?" and I shook my head yes. He pulled my head back again by my hair, spit in my face and said "Let me hear you cocksucker!" I said "Yes Steve. Yes I want it!"

He told me to pull down his shorts. I did immediately and out flopped his huge half hard cock. It was at least 7 inches already and thick as hell. But what really shocked me were his big bull balls. They were like nectarines. They were the biggest balls I had ever seen and his dark hair was beautiful. I couldn't help but grin and look up at them with admiration.

I leaned it and kissed his big mushroom head, up the shaft, and all over his big sweaty balls. He let out a sigh and that was all the encouragement I needed. I wrapped my lips around the shaft and began to slide up and down on it. I was moving with my whole body and taking as much as I possibly could. He grew even bigger and put both of his big hands around my head and began to pump into my mouth. It had become an amazingly thick 8 1/2 inch cock. I started to gag, but that turned me on even more. After about 10 minutes of me milking his cock for everything I was worth he pulled all the way out of my mouth. I was so surprised I fell back.

He told me to turn around and show him my ass. I did as I was told and he continued to play with his dick. He told me to finger my hole and I did. A couple minutes later I felt a warm stream hit my ass and lower back. He was coating me down with his piss. He pissed all over me... from head to toe and when he was done I turned around and smiled. He said "I knew you needed that since the day I met you boy." I said "What took you so long?" He laugh, pulled me up, slapped my ass and ordered me to get in the house.

I did as I was told. He came in behind me and put me on my hands and knees on his workout bench. He turned and started to walk out as he said "Don't you fucking move!"

He came back a minute later with two small bottles. He came over to me and slapped me across the face with his big wet cock. I began to suck him again while he started to lube up my ass. Then he handed me some poppers and sneared "Take a few good sniffs. You're going to need it!"

The next thing I knew he was behind me and he was rubbing his huge italian cock up and down my spread crack. I was sliding back and forth begging for it. He pushed my back down, put one hand on my shoulder and started to push in. My hole stung as he forced the head in and again as he pushed the last 2 inches in. He eased it in gently but all in one smooth slow motion. This was by far the biggest cock I had ever taken, but I could not get enough. He made me tell him how much I loved it, but I was in sensory overload and could barely speak. He spit on my neck and slammed into me hard and ordered me to tell him I loved it. I screamed "I fucking love it!"

He began to fuck me harder and nearly pull all the way out while telling me over and over again to give up that sweet pussy. I was really starting to squeal so he took a jockstrap that was lying on the floor and stuffed it in my mouth. He fucked me for a while after that and my legs were starting to give out when he started to really groan and slam into me hard. The sound of his big balls slapping on my ass was like the best symphony I had ever heard.

He pulled out of my now gaping hole and slammed it right back in. I felt his hot sticky cum filling my gut and I came all over the bench too. He grabbed me by the hair again and whispered in my ear "How was that faggot?" Through my pants all I was able to get out was "AMAZING!"

He pulled out of me slow, dragged me to the shower, pushed me in and turned the water on. I could barely stand but did my best to clean up. He came back as I was getting out and he told me that I had done good and he would think about paying me if I came back on Tuesday night. I agreed and limped home.


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