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When I was sixteen years old, my mother and I moved to an apartment block that was very conveniently located close to her 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. It was a very quiet apartment complex and there were only two other kids in the block. They were two little girls of eight and ten years old, and I therefore never bothered to befriend them.In the corner unit on the ground floor, the caretaker, Mr. Rogers lived. He 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 feet, but he was substantially overweight and must have weighed around two hundred and sixty pounds. He was quite gross and would never have won a hygiene contest. He had an unctuous head, which was surrounded by a full beard. The hair on top of his head was arranged in a dreadful comb-over.Bill had large ears, a thick nose, and fat lips. His lips were always partially hidden by an unkempt stained moustache. His moustache surrounded his prominent nicotine-stained teeth and his porcine eyes were topped with very bushy eyebrows. Bill was hairy, which was evident from the buttons on his shirt that strained over his gut revealing tufts of hair all the way down to his trousers. Bill’s hands were very large and rough, with the telltale signs of him being a heavy smoker. His nails were ultra-short and it was clear that he was a nail-biter. Avrupa yakası escort bayan Bill always had two large damp patches under his arms. On many occasions I also observed a damp patch running down the seat of his trousers.Having said all this, he was a very pleasant person and a marvelous handyman. He was always prepared to assist all the tenants with any problem they encountered. When mom and I moved in, Bill popped around to introduce himself and welcome us to the complex. Although I did not realize it at the time, in retrospect, Bill became gradually friendlier with me over the following six weeks. He always engaged me in conversation when I hung out in the small garden in front of the complex. He also started placing his hands on my shoulders when he spoke to me and would often ruffle my hair, as we shared a joke. Once or twice, Bill even invited me into his place for a cold drink or coffee, which I naturally accepted. His home was very basic and despite the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and male sweat, it was fairly neat.On one occasion when he invited me, I noticed a porn magazine lying on the coffee table. Unsurprisingly, I quickly paged through it while he made our coffee in the kitchen. The pictures were extremely graphic and I immediately popped a huge boner. When Bill returned with the coffee he laughed when he saw my flustered expression, apologizing for leaving the magazine on the coffee table. I assured him that it was no problem Escort Ataköy at all. 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, any time I chose.As he sat next to me on the sofa he gently caressed my shoulder during our conversation. Finally, accompanying me to the door he placed his hands on the sides of my head, reaffirming our agreement. I nodded, before he bent down and kissed the top of my head, before telling me what a good boy I was.The following day I received my next invitation from Bill. As I sat down on the sofa there were 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 and as I paged through the magazines, he asked me if I jerked-off frequently. Nodding shyly, I said that I did so at least twice a day. Bill then told me that he did so much more than that, and was virtually always randy. He then asked if I felt like wanking there and then. I felt a little uncomfortable and sensing my discomfort he said that he would jerk along with me if it would make me feel more comfortable. I hesitantly agreed.Bill walked to the front door and locked it, ‘just in case,’ as he put it. When Bill returned, he removed his t-shirt and encouraged me to do the same. I shyly conformed to his request. As Bill began to remove his trousers I Şirinevler escort also pushed the shorts I was wearing, downwards. Bill then reassuringly placed his hand on my shoulder and told me that I had nothing to worry about. Bill’s entire body was covered in hair and close as I was to him, I could whiff his pungent odour enveloping us. Next, while pushing his underpants down he told me to follow suit. His stiff cock was as thick as a whisky bottle. A fat foreskin covered the entire head of his dark dick, which had thick protruding veins over the entire surface of his knob. His dark balls were enormous, and looked like a fleshy bag containing two oranges. This entire ensemble was surrounded by a mass of dark pubic hair.Bill then sat down on the sofa and told me to stand in front of him, before we began masturbating. His hand scarcely fitted around his huge dick as we plucked in unison. After several minutes, as I was about to shoot, he told me to do so all over him. I shot my load onto Bill’s stomach before he also began unloading. As Bill erupted, he squeezed his foreskin shut over the head of his cock and it looked like a volcano spewing a ton of lava. The thick and lumpy cum sprayed out over his hands and onto his stomach. Next, he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked clumps of jelly off his fingers. Bill then asked me if I had ever tasted my own seed. I answered that I had never done so. He advised that I should give it a go at some time.Bill then asked me to retrieve a towel from the bathroom, so that he could clean himself. I had been dying to touch Bill’s huge knob throughout our encounter but refrained from doing so, because I did not want to act like a ‘homo.’ Once done, we dressed before I went on my way after the customary hair ruffling.That night I did taste my own cum and found it rather pleasant.
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