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Subject: Aaron’s Daddy Next Door by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories available for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate./donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Author’s note : I don’t usually write stories for people, I don’t like using other people’s ideas. But a fan asked me to write this,and since I’ve never written this kind of story before, I agreed. I hope you enjoy reading it, and I hope he enjoys seeing idea in print. Aaron’s Daddy Next Door By Cutter09 Mr. Price next door, was a big man. I don’t mean he was fat, far from it. He was just big and muscular. Broad hairy chest and biceps that Mr. Universe would envy. He had been our neighbor since I was a chubby little seven year old, but not one of those overly friendly types. I think my dad was jealous of him, so they weren’t buddy buddy with each other. But Mr. Price was always nice to me. I remember one Halloween when I was around ten, Mr. Price practically filled my trick or treat bag, and his was the first house I stopped at. And on Thanksgiving right after that, I ate dinner at his house because… Well, because my mom was in the hospital. I think he had heard them arguing the night before, because he came over to our house. He didn’t seem surprised when I told him Mom had to go to the hospital, and he said I should come with him so he wouldn’t have to eat Thanksgiving dinner alone. During dinner he asked me if that was the first time my mom had gone to the hospital, and I said no. She’d gone twice before. He asked if my mom and dad had argued just before those times. I had to think about that for a moment, but he was right, they had. A couple of months later, I was in bed already because I knew they were going to argue. Dad smelled like whiskey and cigarettes when he came home, so I went to my room. Sure enough, the arguing began. I got scared, and climbed out my bedroom window and went to Mr. Price’s house. He was surprised to see me at his door wearing only my underwear, but he let me in. I was crying a little, so he picked me up, and let me sit on his lap. I felt really safe sitting on his lap with his big arms wrapped around me. I couldn’t remember ever feeling that safe, so I laid my head against his big chest. I could hear his heart beating. He kissed the top of my head and whispered, “Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise.” I stopped crying, and after a little while, I noticed I had a stiffy. Mr. Price noticed it too. “It looks like someone’s feeling better,” he joked, as his big thumb pressed down on the three inch tent in my undies. We both giggled as it sprang back up and sort of waved back and forth. He did it twice more and we just kept laughing at it. Then I notice he had a stiffy too. He was wearing those soft pants with a drawstring in the waist, and I could feel it under my butt. I leaned over so I could press down on his too, but it didn’t spring back like mine did. I think it was too heavy, it just got bigger and sort of rolled up onto his thigh. Mr. Price stood, and adjusted his stiffy then said “I’ll be right back.” I think he went over to my house, and was back a few minutes later. “You’re spending the night here. Are you hungry?” He made us a frozen pizza. Somehow that was the best pizza I ever had. Maybe because we sat together and ate, and he talked to me like I was important to him. I liked that a lot. “Thanks for letting me stay here, Mr. Price. I get so scared when they fight.” “Hey, no problem, Aaron. If you ever get scared, you just come here. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” The day after my eleventh birthday, they were fighting again. I snuck out the window, and went to Mr. Price’s house. It had been a few months since I’d spent that night there before. It was late, and Mr. Price was only wearing boxers. He took one look at me and stepped aside to let me in. He picked me up like I didn’t weigh anything and carried me to the sofa. Sitting on his lap, I felt safe. His big arms went around me as I lay my head on his chest. This time he wasn’t wearing a shirt though, and I could feel the mat of soft hair that covered his broad chest against my cheek. I liked it and rubbed my face over it. I opened my eyes and noticed how the hair grew in a circular pattern around his tight nipple. I leaned away to examine his chest better. The fur stretched over his pecs, but ended just below them. Except for a trail leading down into his boxers, there was no hair on his washboard stomach. I had seen my dad naked once. He had hair above his dick. I wondered if the trail went all the way to Mr. Price’s dick. I wondered what his dick looked like too. I had started playing with mine at night in my bed, I wondered if Mr. Price played with his. “You’ve grown some since the last time you were here,” he said. I glanced at his face, and his eyes were on my tight white briefs. I realized I was hard and standing tall again. He pressed it down and let it spring up, just like last time. “You’ve grown in just the last few minutes,” I joked. Then I reached under my hip to give his dick a squeeze. It was hard and very big. “Are you feeling better?” I nodded. “Let’s go to bed,” he said and carried me like a baby to his escort izmit bedroom. Last time he was wearing those pants and a tee shirt. Now he was only wearing the boxers. And when he cuddled me into his arms, I could feel his big dick behind me. When I reached back and squeezed it again, he moaned and kissed the top of my head. “You’re a good boy, Aaron.” I fell asleep holding his dick almost as tightly as he held me. After that night, whenever I played with myself, I thought about Mr. Price. Well, mostly I thought about his dick. It seemed huge, completely filling my hand with lots left over on either side. I wanted to feel it again, or better yet, see the whole thing. Maybe play with it like I do my own. Mr. Price mentioned I had grown, I knew I had gotten taller and lost my baby fat. I wondered how fast my dick was growing, so I started measuring it. Every Saturday morning I took out my school ruler and laid it on top of my stiffy. He was right, I was at four inches the first time I measured, within a couple of months I was four and a half. I wanted to show Mr. Price, so that night I snuck out my window even though my parents weren’t arguing. When he opened the door, he stuck his head out and sort of cocked his ear as if listening for something that wasn’t there. He smiled down at me, but picked me up anyway, and carried me to the sofa. Sitting down with me on his lap, I could already feel his big cock beneath me. “They’re not fighting are they?” “No.” “Then why are you here?” “I… I just wanted to show you something.” “Oh?” “I’ve been growing. Look.” I leaned back against his hairy chest and thumbed my undies down beneath my balls. My dick stood up proud, and I felt Mr. Price’s jump under my butt. “Mmm, yes you have. Have you been playing with it?” “Every night.” “Good. That’s how mine got so big. When I was your age I couldn’t keep my hands off it.” He wrapped his big fingers around my dick and stroked it up and down. “It’s nice and hard too. Gonna be a fine specimen some day.” “Can… Can I see yours?” He smiled and nodded, so I got off his lap. He slid his boxers down to his ankles and kicked them off. Then he leaned back to reveal his body to my young eyes. I looked at his large hairy chest that I loved so much, and followed the trail down to a mass of soft fur around his cock. His cock was HUGE. At least ten thick inches with large veins running through it, and an even thicker, angry looking head. It lay against his leg, the weight of it preventing it from rising. I was standing there with my underwear half on my butt, the front below my balls, my stiff dick pointing at my belly button, staring at Mr. Price’s big cock. I wanted to touch him. I even wanted to taste him. “Turn around,” he commanded. I turned my back to him, then I felt his fingers at my waistband. He pulled my underwear down to my knees and let them drop to puddle at my feet. I stood there shaking, not knowing what to do. Mr. Price placed his big hand on my butt and squeezed it. It felt like his hand covered my whole butt. “Mmm. Beautiful,” he said. Then his finger slid between my butt cheeks. He found my little pucker and rubbed it. My dick throbbed, and I heard him moan again. When he removed his finger, I turned to face him. His cock now lay on his belly, even harder that before. The fat head covered his belly button, and there was something dripping from the slit. Mr. Price picked me up again and sat me straddling his lap. He curled his fingers around my dick again and stroked it. I was feeling things I never felt before. As he stroked me, I looked down as his big cock and put my thumb on the head to wipe the dripping stuff off. Then I stuck my thumb in my mouth. “Oh Jesus Aaron. You’re so sexy.” “No I’m not. I don’t even have any hair yet.” “You’re still very sexy to me, and I love you without hair. In fact, when you get some, I might just shave it off. You’re too sexy without it.” I liked that. I understood enough about sex to know that I wanted Mr. Price to think I’m sexy. If he wanted me bald, I’d be bald. I dipped my thumb in for a second taste. It was salty and sweet at the same time, and I wanted more. But Mr. price had other ideas. He spun me around to face his feet, and set me down on his cock. It took up my entire butt crack and more. I slid back some so I could look down at his big balls. I couldn’t believe how big they were. Must weigh a ton I thought as I reached for them. One alone filled my hand so I grabbed one in each hand and slid back some more so I could lean over and look at them closely. I felt the head of Mr. Price’s cock against my hole, and he let out another moan. I could tell there was more stuff leaking from it, as I slid back and forth over his cock. “Oh Jesus. Keep doing that,” Mr. Price moaned as he reached around me and gripped my dick. He stroked my dick up and down and I slid my butt back and forth faster. I could only imagine how it looked from where he was, watching his cock slide in and out of my crack. I always stopped playing with my dick when it feels like I’m going to pee on myself. But Mr. Price kept stroking it, and it felt too good to stop. Just when I was afraid I would pee all over his hand, something exploded in my brain. I thought I was going to pass out. When the feeling ended, Mr. Price grabbed my izmit escort hips and pulled and pushed me along his cock. I was like a rag doll flopping around, then suddenly I felt a gush of liquid at my hole. Mr. Price was breathing heavy and watched as I reached behind me to put my hand in the wet mess. I smelled it. It was the same as the stuff from earlier, so I licked it off my hand. “It tastes good,” I said over my shoulder to him. “Jesus, Aaron, You’re so fucking hot. I love you.” He carried me to his bed, and I lay my head on his hairy chest that I like so much. I fell asleep holding his cock. I started spending more time with Mr. Price. A couple of times a week, I would sneak out my window and go to his house. We would go to his bed and he’d lay behind me with his big cock in my crack, while stroking my dick for me. He’d kiss my neck and slide his cock in my crack. When the stuff shot out, he’d wipe some up with his finger and feed it to me. I loved being in his strong arms and making him happy. Of course, he was making me pretty happy too. I was growing and finding things out (mostly on the internet). And man, did I find out a lot! On my twelfth birthday, Dad got drunk. I was kinda hoping he would. They probably didn’t even notice I was gone. Mr. Price was glad to see me like always. I climbed naked onto his lap and leaned in and kissed him. “Today’s my birthday,” I whispered in his ear. “Yes, I know. What would you like for your birthday?” I slid down his lap to grab that big cock. “This,” I said as I took it into my mouth for the first time. I tried to do what I had seen in videos on the net, but his cock was just too big for me to take much in. I looked up over his broad hairy chest, into his eyes, as I slipped my mouth up and down his cock. I had tasted his cum many times after he had shot it in my crack, but I wanted to taste it straight from his cock, and I wanted it all. I was determined to give him pleasure and worship that big cock the way it deserved. “Oh… Fuck… Aaron, you wonderful boy. Suck that cock. Do you like it? Want my cum?” “Please,” I answered and swallowed his cock again. His hips started raising up at me. His hand went to the back of my head. “Here comes your birthday present,” he said. He held me in place and pushed that fat cock head into my throat to feed me his cum. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. His cum gushed into my throat in several hot blasts. Then he picked me up and carried me to bed. Mr. Price owned a couple of gyms. He told me he only went in a few times a week to work out and check the books. That explained how he stayed so muscular. He was always home when I needed him too. When my parents fought, or when I just got home from school and wanted a cum shake. I spent many afternoons worshiping his cock and swallowing his cum. He usually stroked me to a dry orgasm too. Then it happened. We were on the back patio, Dad had been drinking most of the day, and was getting into one of his moods. I heard Mr. Price’s patio door slide open, just about the same time Dad took a swing at Mom. She yelled out as she hit the concrete slab. Then a section of our fence crashed down and Mr. Price stormed over it. I think Dad may have wet his pants just before Mr. Price put him in the hospital. Mom followed the ambulance to the hospital, and I was left with Mr. Price. As soon as we were inside his house, I stripped as usual. I got down on my knees and pulled his shorts off to get at his cock. Mr. Price smiled down at me. “You’re one beautiful, horny kid,” he chuckled. I took his cock out of my mouth. “Do you really think I’m beautiful?” Mr. Price picked me up to look directly into my eyes. “I think you’re the most beautiful creature on the planet, and I love you.” Then he kissed my lips. “I don’t let just anybody suck my cock nearly every day.” I could feel his hand on my butt as he held me up. He really likes my butt, and I knew why. I had thought about it a lot, but I was a little afraid. I mean his cock is huge. “Do you? Do you really love me?” “Yes baby boy.” I leaned in and gave him the best kiss I could. Then I whispered in his ear, “Take me to bed.” We were laying in bed with his arms around me, his big cock sliding along my butt crack like we usually do. I was still afraid, but I wanted it too. I just decided that if it killed me, then so be it. At least I would die making Mr. Price happy. So when his cock head passed over my little hole, I pressed back into it. Mr. Price hesitated. then adjusted so that his cock continued up my crack. I reached behind me, grabbed his cock and aimed it at my hole. “That’s not gonna happen,” Mr. Price said. “Please? I really want you to make love to me,” I practically begged. He kissed my neck. “What I mean, baby, is it’s not going to work like this. You’ve got to prepare for it.” I didn’t understand until he took me to the bathroom and explained as he did the prep work on me. I was pretty embarrassed, but Mr. Price didn’t seem to mind the yuckiness. Then he took me back to bed, where he did a lot more to me. Well, more precisely, to my butthole. It involved a lot of greasy stuff and a couple of “toys” as he called them. It hurt a little, but Mr. price seemed to be having fun. I guess that’s why he called them toys. I can only imagine how we looked. izmit kendi evi olan escort Me laying on my belly with Mr. Price sitting on my legs, as he shoved a toy in and out of my butt. I was really starting to like it. My dick was rubbing on the bed, and that toy kept going deeper as Mr. Price twisted it in and out of me. Then he stopped and pulled it from me. “Turn over.” I rolled onto my back, Mr. Price loomed over me. His big cock stuck straight out in front of him, and I knew it would soon be in me. He gripped my legs and pushed my knees up to my chest causing my butt to lift up some. I held onto my legs for him as he lined up his cock at my hole. Once he was in place, he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, as he pushed inside. His cock was much bigger than the toy, and it hurt a little when the fat head popped inside me. I cried out, but Mr. Price just kissed me harder, and kept pushing. One steady push, until half his cock was in. I was grunting and groaning as his cock took up space in me. Then he backed out completely, and I missed it immediately. I whimpered at the loss. Mr. Price grinned at me. He put that big cock head at my hole again. “Do you want it?” “Mm hmm. ” He pushed in to about the same depth, withdrew some and press back to the same depth again. Then quickly pulled out. “Are you sure you want it?” I nodded. “Ask for it.” “Please put your cock in me.” “And?” “Please put your cock in and fuck me.” Mr. Price did just that. He pushed it in me, and didn’t stop until his balls were in my but crack. One steady push burying it to the hilt. I thought I was ripped open. My face was pressed against his hairy chest, as I cried out again. “Mmm, that’s a good boy. You got it all.” He thrust in and out of me several times until my cries became moans. My butt was raising up to meet him all on its own. “Whose boy are you?” “Yours, Mr. Price.” “And who does this butt belong to?” “Only you,” I grunted as I wrapped my legs around him. Mr. Price had always liked my butt. That day I gave it to him. What I didn’t know is how much I would enjoy it. His big cock did things inside me I can’t explain. His long hard thrusts made sure I wouldn’t be satisfied by anyone but him. It possessed me completely. The next time I cried out was in orgasm. “There’s a good boy. Cum on Daddy’s big cock.” I soon had a second orgasm, Mr. Price was grinning at me when I cried out again. The he rolled us over onto his back. “Show me how much you like it.” I was a wreck, but I started bouncing on his cock. After a minute, Mr. Price grabbed my hips did the work for me. Using me to jack himself off, he watched my butt rising and falling on him. “I’m gonna give you my cum, Boy,” Mr. Price moaned. He pulled me down hard and held me with his cock as deep as possible. I felt his cock throbbing and his warm cum gush inside me. “That’s what you needed. Right Boy?” He was right. I somehow felt whole with him and his cum filling the emptiness inside me. “Mmm. Thank you,” I moaned as I collapsed onto his chest. We spent the rest of the day and all night in his bed. His big cock was buried in me most of the that time. He fucked me hardest when I was face down, pounding me into the mattress. I loved it. But my favorite was when I was on my back. I could see his face, and throw my butt up at him so he knew I wanted it. I would wrap my arms and legs around him and beg him to fuck me. My belly was bloated with all the cum in me the next afternoon when I went home. My butt was so sore I could barely walk. I think my mom noticed. “Are you alright?” “Never better. Where’s Dad?” “They’re keeping him another day. Mr. Price did a real number on him.” I turned around and started toward the door. “Where are you going?” “To thank Mr. Price again.” We stayed in bed all that day and night too. He made sure there was no doubt in my mind who I belonged to. I was his boy, now and forever. The next day, he had to push me out the door, saying he had things to do. My father was still pretty banged up looking when I came in. “Where the hell have you been?” he asked grabbing my arm tightly. I looked at his fingers around my arm, then back at his face. “I don’t think Mr. Price wants you touching me. You don’t want to make him mad again, do you?” He let me go, and I dragged my sore body to my room. Mr. Price is pretty rough with me when we’re fucking, but the rest of the time he treats me like a baby. Or maybe it’s more like a girlfriend. I don’t know which. But he likes to cuddle and kiss and talks real sweet to me. He lets me play with his big cock, and run my fingers through the hair on his chest. I fell asleep and didn’t see him until the next day. I rang his doorbell as soon as I could. Once inside I stripped and got to my knees in front of him, clawing at his zipper. “My boy is anxious. Want some Daddy Dick?” “Yes, please.” Mr. Price carried me to his bedroom, where I watched him take off his clothes. When he removed his shirt, I was surprised at what I saw. He had a new tattoo in the space between his belly button and his pubic hair. There in beautiful script it said Aaron. “You really do love me.” “Yes. You’re my boy.” The End � Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! 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