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The Caretaker
by Patrick Buckley (patrickbuckley55@gmail.com)
***
A young boy is seduced by an elderly caretaker. (Mb,
preteen, ped, 1st)
***
Chapter One:
When I was twelve years old my mother and I moved to an
apartment block that was very conveniently located close
to my mom’s work. She worked six days a week at a
shopping centre as the manageress of a clothing store.
My parents had gotten divorced years before, and I saw
very little of my dad who lived quite far away.
It was a very quiet apartment complex, and there were
only two other kids in the block. They were two little
girls of four and six years old, and I therefore never
bothered to befriend them. In the corner unit on the
ground floor the caretaker, Mr. Rogers lived who always
insisted on being referred to by his first name, Bill.
Bill was a big man. Not all that tall being just short
of six foot, but he was substantially overweight and
must have weighed around two hundred and fifty pounds.
He was quite gross, and would never have won a hygiene
contest. His unctuous fat head and face sported a full
beard, and the hair on his head was arranged in a
dreadful comb-over.
He had large ears and a thick nose, and his fat lips
that always seemed partially hidden by an unkempt
stained mustache, surrounded prominent nicotine yellowed
teeth. His piggy-like eyes were topped with very bushy
eyebrows. Bill was hairy, and this was evident from the
buttons on his shirts that strained over his gut,
revealing tufts of hair all the way down to his
trousers.
Bill’s hands very large and coarse and the tell tale
signs of him being a heavy smoker showed on his right
hand, by the discoloration between his first and second
finger. His nails also displayed the traces of him being
somewhat of a nail-biter.
Bill always had to large damp patches under his arms,
and on occasion I saw a damp patch running down the seam
at the back of his trousers. Having said all that, he
was a very pleasant person, and a marvelous handyman. He
was always prepared to fix and assist all the tenants
with any problem they may encounter. When mom and I
moved in, Bill came around to introduce himself, and
welcome us to the complex.
Although I did not notice at the time, in retrospect
Bill became friendlier with me over the following six
weeks. He would always engage me in conversation as I
played in the small garden in front of the complex in
the afternoons. He also started placing his hand on my
shoulder as he spoke to me, and would often ruffle my
hair as we shared a joke.
Once or twice he even invited me into his place for a
cold drink which I naturally accepted. His home was very
basic, and despite the overwhelming smell of cigarettes
and male sweat, was fairly neat. One day he invited me
for coffee, and as I sat in the lounge I noticed a porn
magazine lying on the coffee table.
Having just crossed the magical threshold to puberty, I
unsurprisingly quickly paged through as he made our
coffee in the kitchen. The pictures were extremely
graphic and I immediately popped a huge boner. When he
returned with the coffee, he laughed as he saw my
flustered expression, apologizing for leaving the
magazine where he had.
I assured him that it was no problem at all, before he
swore me to secrecy admitting that he had an entire
collection of these magazines. We agreed that this would
be our little secret, with a promise that I could visit
and page through these magazines at any time I chose. As
he sat on the sofa next to me, he gently caressed my
shoulder during our discussion.
As I was leaving he accompanied me to the door, then
placing his hands on the sides of my head he reaffirmed
our agreement. I nodded before he bent down and kissed
the top of my head, telling me what a good boy I was.
The following day I received my next invitation, and as
I sat down on the sofa, there was a pile of magazines
awaiting my perusal. Being a hot day, we had cold drinks
instead of coffee.
Bill again sat next to me on the sofa. As I paged
through the magazines he asked me if I wanked
frequently, and I acknowledged that I did so at least
twice a day. He told me that he did so a lot more
frequently than that and was virtually always randy. He
asked if I felt like wanking right there and then. I
felt a little uncomfortable and sensing my discomfort he
said that he would wank with me if it made me more
comfortable. I hesitantly agreed, before Bill walked to
the front door and locked it, “just in case” as he put
it.
Chapter Two:
As Bill returned he removed his t-shirt encouraging me
to do the same. I shyly conformed to his request, as
Bill began to remove his trousers. I also pushed the
shorts I was wearing down, as Bill placed his hand on my
shoulder and reassuringly told me that I had nothing to
worry about. Bill’s entire body was covered in hair, and
close as he was I whiffed the pungent odour that seemed
to envelop us.
Next he told me to pull my underpants down as he also
slipped his off. His stiff cock was as thick as whisky
bottle, with a fat foreskin that covered almost the
entire head. It was dark and veins protruded ominously
over its entire surface. His dark balls were enormous
and looked like a bag holding two oranges. The entire
“arrangement” surrounded by a mass of hair.
Bill sat down on the sofa, and told me to stand in front
of him as we began masturbating. His hand scarcely
fitted around his huge dick as we wanked together. After
several minutes as I was about to shoot, he told me to
do so all over him. I shot my pathetic load on Bill
before he also started cumming. As he came he squeezed
his foreskin shut over the head of his cock, and it
looked like a volcano erupting as tons of “lava” spewed
out over his hands and onto his stomach.
His cum was thick and lumpy, and once done looked like a
thick candle that had burned for hours with a mass of
wax all over his cock, hands, and stomach. He asked me
if I had ever tasted my own cum as he lifted his hand to
his mouth and licked lumps of “jelly” off his fingers.
I answered that I had never done so, and he said that I
should give it a go at some time. He asked me to
retrieve a towel from the bathroom before he cleaned
himself up. I had been dying to touch his huge member
throughout our encounter, but restrained myself from
doing so, so as not to appear to be a “homo”. Once done
we dressed and I was on my way after my customary hair
ruffling.
That night I did taste my own cum, and found it rather
pleasant. Before falling asleep I pondered what his
impressive “lava” would taste like. I did not see Bill
the following afternoon. That night as I masturbated I
thought about his unbelievable cock, and hoped that we
would have a repeat performance again soon. The
following afternoon I was out of luck again, as he had
to attend to a plumbing problem that one of the tenants
was having.
With the weekend upon us, I knew that I would not see
Bill till Monday. My hope was realized on Monday as I
was invited to join Bill for a cold drink. The door was
summarily locked and as we entered his home on this
occasion, and all the former protocol was dispensed with
as we speedily undressed and were soon naked with him
seated, and me standing before him. This time however
Bill pulled me in much closer, and soon our cocks were
touching.
He began playing with my penis, and I could see from the
horny encouragement in his eyes that he wanted me to
feel his dick. I placed both hands around his member and
started tugging at the monster. Being cut, I was
memorized by his foreskin, and began pushing it down
further and further to exposed more of his cock-head.
With one final yank the head burst out of its
confinement, and a strange pissy/fishy smell assailed my
nostrils.
The cock-head was far larger than it had seemed in its
sleeve, and glistened with a dark purple colour with
white flecks randomly scattered all over the head. Once
out the head would not retract back into its sleeve, and
only did so later when Bill’s cock softened. He now took
over from me and began jerking his own cock, as I pulled
on my.
When Bill came, his sperm shot out like a water pistol
all over him and me, and left us both covered in cum.
Bill motioned me to my knees, and scooping wads of cum
off himself, alternated between feeding the globs of his
“lava” nourishment to both of us. By now his cock had
softened enough for him to sheath his glans once more.
When I returned with the towel to mop up the remaining
residue, he pulled me towards him while seated, and I
experienced my first “grown-up” kiss ever.
His fat tongue forced its way into my mouth as he raided
my oral cavity with fervour while holding my head
tightly. As we broke apart there were strands of spittle
still connecting us. He pulled me onto his lap as he
again resumed our oral wrestling. I was intoxicated with
the taste of nicotine flavoured spit, and his pungent
body odour.
Bill had become the most beautiful and exhilarating
humanbeing I had ever met, and every fibre of my being
knew that I would give myself over to him completely
from here on. He owned me, and I would be entirely at
his beck and call. We parted soon after, and I could not
wait for the next sacrament in his lair of
gratification.
Chapter Three:
The following day when I was summoned, we moved straight
though to his bedroom and undressed immediately before
getting onto his bed. He was wary about his weight but I
wanted his bulk on top of me and told him so before he
climb on and started kissing me in the same fashion as
the day before. As he licked my neck, ears and face I
mewed like a little kitten, as his clammy essence
swamped us in a haze of testosterone.
His weight was fantastic and he oppressed my small frame
with his bulkiness. He gyrated his huge manhood between
my youthful legs excitedly. I wanted to surrender
painfully to his bulk and suffer agonizingly as he
brutalized and seeded my small anus with his abnormal
manhood.
I begged him to fuck me. Slowly and hesitantly he
inserted his two tobacco stained fingers into my arse as
he started prodding and exploring. Biting the pillow I
submitted lustily, aware that I would rather die than
not go through with this torment. A third and fourth
finger were eventually added, and I thought I would pass
out from the pain. When his dick finally started
assaulting my sphincter, I thought I almost bailed with
the agony having reached fever pitch.
Before long however his cock-head lodged itself in my
anal passage, and I hung in sweating as never before
waiting for the pain to subside. It took forever, but
finally I began to feel a diminishment of distress as my
backside allowed the grotesque invasion to run its
course.
Bill held still in me for the next ten minutes and I
finally relaxed and started breathing normally once
more. It astonished me that an arse hole could stretch
to this capacity, and I was rather pleased when his
excitement reached a level that made him unload into me.
He roared like an animal as he seeded my traumatized
arse a minute later expelling his copious barrage of
gelatinous semen into my bowels.
He sighed with relief upon pulling out of me and not
seeing any blood on his dick. He turned me over and
kissed me fervently for the next couple of minutes,
before I departed after my first fucking.
Bill and I would have a relationship for the following
four years until I turned sixteen. Regrettably my mother
got a far better job offer far away from our happy
little apartment, and we had to relocate. I lost contact
with Bill after we moved, but he had set a precedent in
my life.
From then on I was always in search of a new Bill, and
would only ever seek out large men that suited my sexual
needs. The bigger and uglier they were the better.
Beauty as they say, is skin deep.
END