It's hard to say when I first noticed Mr. Sims in a sexual way. It might have been the time we went camping, our two families, and I saw him pissing in the forest. I remember thinking about it over and over again later on that night. Now that I'm in college I've seen my fair share of dicks, but none of them quite compared to Mr. Sims massive, uncut cock.

I had just turned 19, and it was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of college. I was alone at the house for a couple days because my parents were transporting some things to their new place out of state. Needless to say, I had thrown a bit of a party in their living room, and was in the midst of a deep, hungover midday nap when I heard the doorbell ring. I initially ignored it because I thought it was the UPS guy or something, but the bell came again and again. I was already halfway down the stairs by the time the third bell rang. I grabbed as many beers or roaches off the living room table that I could and threw them in the garbage. I hastily fixed my hair in the mirror, put in some eyedrops, and opened the door a crack.

"Hey, David!" A familiar loud voice penetrated the silence. It was him.

"Mr. Sims! How's it going?" I said with all the enthusiasm I could muster.

I opened the door a bit wider now. He was a little older, his hair and beard were dusted with grey, but he was still something of a physical specimen.

"I'm doing well, how 'bout you? Your parents asked me to come check up on you," he said, flashing me a wicked smile.

'What did he know?' I asked myself. I raced through my memories trying to recall whether or not there was any evidence that he might have seen walking up to the house. I came to rest on the thought that he probably didn't know anything and was fucking with me, like he always does. I opened the door wider, gesturing him inside. I felt confident at that point that there was nothing to hide. He sat down on the couch, and I asked him if I could bring him anything.

"Beer, if you've got any" he said. I went into the garage and pulled out some random, shitty craft beer that my parents used to buy. I walked back into the living room to find him sparking up a roach that I had clearly forgotten to clean up.

"What the fuck? You smoke?" I asked as though I'd caught him fucking my dog.

"So do your parents. Quite a bit if I remember correctly," he said matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to pass me what remained of the joint as I sat down and passed him the beer. I turned on the T.V. and took a hit. I looked over at him, he had his arm raised up over the couch, and I could see down his shirt into his armpit. I could smell him from across the couch, and it was intoxicating. He had his legs spread apart, and was leaning back into the couch with a beer resting on his knee. I caught myself staring and went back to concentrating on my joint / beer combo.

"So how's college been treating you?" he said suddenly, looking over at me with his dark hooded eyes.

I gave him some generic bullshit about how I was having a good time, and learning a lot in my classes. I was kind of rambling as I caught myself looking him over once again. He nodded and went to the kitchen for something. He came back with another beer from the fridge, except this time, he sat down right next to me. My heart skipped a beat as he placed his arm around my shoulders, and pulled me in a bit closer.

"I seen you giving me the once over, Aaron," he said, "and I don't care if you want to check me out occasionally."

I put my hand on his thigh and looked at his face. He didn't say a word, but just kept sipping his beer and watching T.V. I moved my hand up closer to his groin -- nothing. I finally rested my hand on top of his visible bulge -- still nothing. I could feel his cock responding to my touch. I started to massage his mass through his athletic shorts. I was already harder than I think I'd ever been. I could feel his cock bouncing, and straining against the fabric. His face was a little flushed now, and had set down his beer and raised his arms over his head as I played with his cock. I buried my face into his pit and took a deep breath as I continued to play with his cock. He wrapped his arm around my head and brought me up to his face. We locked lips and he pried into my mouth with his hot tongue.

"You wanna see it?" he said, lightly thrusting his bulge into my hand, and gesturing for me to take his shorts off.

"Yeah I do," I said, already slipping my fingers into his waistband.

I gently tugged his shorts down just enough to reveal a patch of dark pubes and the base of his massive shlong. I pulled it down to the point that I revealed his whole cock except for its head. Finally I pulled his shorts all the way down, and his cock bounced out and thudded against his stomach. It stood glistening in the light, as the head pumped out precum and his foreskin collected it in a pool just below the tip of his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled at it to reveal the head.

He moaned and thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock through my hand. He began to pump my hand with his cock, and I could feel it pulsating. Then I lifted his cock and began to suck on his sack.

"You like sucking Mr. Sims' big balls, Davie?" he said patronizingly.

"Yes sir," I said in between breaths.

His manhood was musky and sweaty from working outside all day, and I was fucking loving it. I licked up and down his shaft, until I reached the head and I took it entirely into my mouth. I felt his cock pump as I closed my lips around the head of his cock, and I tasted his salty precum coat the inside of my mouth. I worked my way down, until I reached the base of his cock. He moaned and put his large, calloused hands on the back of my head, and began to throat fuck me.

"Here, stand up," he said as he got up from the couch.

I stood up with him and he lifted his arm behind his head.

"You like the way a man smells?" he said as he grabbed my head and forced my face into his pit.

I sniffed and licked his hairy pit, and felt my hard on rubbing against his thigh through my shorts. He pulled them down , along with my underwear and started to play with my ass. He ran the side of his hand along my hole, and tweaked my nipple at the same time. I moaned like a bitch, and felt my hole quiver under the pressure of his hand.

"Haha, you want me up there pretty bad, huh?" he said into my ear, as he circled my hole with his middle finger.

I nodded pushing my ass against his finger. I felt it lightly slip inside my hole, and I gasped. He wiggled the tip of his finger in the entrance of my hole, making it pulse and contract. He grabbed me by my shoulders and bent me over the arm of the couch. He spread my legs and I could feel his six o'clock shadow scratch my ass as he began to eat it. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks and spread them as far as they would go, licking my hole as deep as he could. I felt one of his hands disappear, and then come back with a slap on my right cheek. My entire body shook with excitement as I ground my ass into his face.

He lifted up his head, along with another slap, and placed his cock between my ass cheeks. He leaned down over my back and began to run the length of his cock along the opening of my hole, while he kissed my neck and played with my nipples.

"Please put it in me," I begged finally, not wanting him to tease me for another minute.

"Please, what?" he asked

"Sir. Please put your cock in my ass, sir," I responded

He grabbed a bottle of lube from his work bag and squirted some over my ass and his cock. He adjusted me so that my ass was completely out and ready for him to fuck it. I felt him put his thick head against the opening of my hole. He pushed slightly and I could feel it stretching my hole even further. The head suddenly popped into my hole and it hurt for a brief moment, but then as I felt more of his cock enter me, I relaxed and let him fill me. I felt the head of his cock bump into my prostate, and then past it.

Finally he reached the hilt of his cock. and he had stretched me to the limit. He grabbed my forehead and brought my back up to his chest. He twisted my head and kissed me deeply as his cock pulsed deep inside of me. Then he wrapped his arms around my chest and lowered us back to the couch. He pinned me there as he began to move in and out of my hole. I moaned, feeling his cock collide with my prostate. He started moving faster and grunting like an animal. We were sweating and writhing on the couch as he pummeled me with his extra large daddy cock.

Eventually he flipped me over on my back pushing my legs up as he placed his cock back at the entrance of my hole. He entered me more forcefully this time, holding onto my ankles as he watched his cock slide in and out of my ass. He let go of my legs and came down to rest on top of me. He started to suck my nipples as he continued to fuck my hole. I was getting close, and I hadn't even touched myself yet.

"You gonna come for me, boy?" he half grunted as he made a deep thrust into my hole.

"Yes, sir."

I began to stroke my cock as we both headed for the finish line. He moaned and continued to slam harder into my ass. I was jacking off furiously, and felt my hole contracting around his cock like it was trying to eat it. I felt my orgasm swell from my prostate and then explode all over my chest, my hole pumping wildly. As this happened, Mr. Sims made one last deep thrust as he shot rope after rope of thick cum into my gaping ass hole.

He lay back on top of me and started to kiss me.We were in a pool of sweat and cum. His cock slipped out of my ass and I could feel even more cum leaking onto the leather couch, but I didn't give a fuck. Mr. Sims had destroyed my hole and I wanted him to do it again and again and again...

Author's Note: First attempt at writing an erotic story, or any story for that matter. Really open to critiques.