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The year I turned six was a pivotal one for me. It was the year I met Pete, it was a year forever etched in my memory.
See I was five when my parents decided to leave Kansas City and move to Pleasant Hill, MO. They bought a nice house hoping it would be a quiet town to raise me and start their own business.
For the most part they were right, it was quiet and it was a good place to raise kids, and they did find a small store front on First Street to start their own business, a coffee shop.
They struggled a bit that first year trying to keep the new business afloat. My parents took turns staying home with me or sometimes they’d bring me in and set me up in a back room with some toys.
You would think that a coffee shop in a small town would be a huge hit but this small town thought it was too fancy and “highfalutin” for their town. It took the better part of my our first year in town for the people to come around and realize it was just a quaint little shop run by a husband and wife who wanted to be able to spend time with and provide for their son.
In the shop was the first time I saw Pete. He came in wearing dirty jeans and an even dirtier white t-shirt. His black chest hair could be seen through the worn fabric and his face kinda looked dirty too but I think it was just his permanent five ‘o clock shadow that gave him that look.
When he saw me behind the counter he flashed a wide smile at me then went back to talking to my dad. They seemed to know each other and as it would turn out he was our next door neighbor.
He started coming into the shop more and from time to time I’d see him outside our house helping my dad with something or showing my dad how to fix something around the house so we didn’t have to call and pay someone to do the work.
My dad would go on and on about Pete, so much that my mom would jokingly say she thought he had a crush on the man.
Pete was older than my dad, a lot older. My dad and mom were both twenty nine while Pete was forty five years old. He was a fireman in town too so it always seemed like he was home a lot but I guess that’s just how his job was.
He had a nice truck too, my dad used to talk about how one day when the business was on its feet he’d buy a truck like Pete’s.
“There you go again, gushing over Pete” my mom would say with a laugh. My dad would hug her, swing her around and kiss her really hard then they’d both laugh about it.
Whenever Pete would come into the coffee shop he’d stop and talk to my parents but every time he’d flash me a huge smile and ask “how’s it hangin’ sport?”
How was what hanging, I would ask myself while my dad would just laugh along with Pete at my confusion and tell me “one day you’ll understand.”
Each time Pete would smirk and say “yeah, real soon he’ll understand.”
Soon enough Pete was a fixture around the house and shop. My dad was a smart guy, but he wasn’t a guys guy. He knew how to keep records, balance books, take inventory and stuff like that but I’d hear him say he wished he was more like Pete, a real guy who could fix things.
My mom would always roll her eyes and reassure him he was more than man enough for her. Looking back now, I think I know what she meant and … ewww.
Anyway, it was May when I turned six and my parents had a party for me at the coffee shop. They invited my whole class: we had cake, punch, games, and even a bounce house. Pete even came and he brought me a present, a remote control car that he said would be fun to play with in the backyard.
I overheard him talking to my mom and dad telling them that with his schedule if they wanted to give me a little more freedom, or at least worry less about me, that he could keep an eye out for me if they left me home alone after school.
My mom seemed nervous about the idea but my dad reassured her that I was old enough and smart enough to stay out of trouble plus with Pete next door how much trouble could I really get into.
My heart was racing at the idea that they’d leave me home alone. It was so exciting and kind of scary at the same time but I hoped my mom would agree.
With a little persuasion and some reassurance from Pete, my mom did agree and when school started back up in August they let me walk home from school where I would see Pete waiting outside his house for me to arrive.
The first few weeks he’d wave at me and ask about my day but he kinda scared me. His voice was pretty gruff and he always sounded kinda mean when he talked so I’d just run inside and lock the door.
A few weeks into the school year though I came out of the building and was about to walk home when Pete approached me and asked if he could give me a ride home.
He was really tall, so he stood over me like this big hulking figure and kinda scared me but my mom and dad liked him and said I could trust him so I did.
He walked me to his truck then, with a strong hand cupping my butt, helped boost me up into it. When he got in the drivers side he started the truck and turned out of the parking lot onto the road. We weren’t headed toward home and my heart started to beat really fast.
“Gotta couple errands for run, boy” he said brusquely “didn’t want to let your parents down and not be home when you got there so figured you’d come along.”
“Y-Yes sir” I said softly.
His big hulking hand reached out and rustled my hair then his voice boomed when he said “no need to be so polite, you can call me Pete!”
“Y-Yes Pete” I whimpered.
We went up the highway to Blue Springs to a large home improvement store or something.
“Told your daddy I’d help him fix the back deck” he said as he gripped my hand and walked me inside.
“Said some of the boards are coming loose and doesn’t want his little boy getting hurt so figured I’d get the supplies and help him this weekend” he continued then squeezing my hand tighter he smiled down at me but it was more of a sneer and said “definitely don’t want you getting hurt now do we, Toby?”
I swallowed hard because the way he said it and the way he was looking at me made me feel funny inside.
We walked around the store with one of those really long, flat carts and he put a bunch of wood and stuff on it then grabbed nails and some other things he said they’d need. It was kind of fun though because he did let me ride on the cart but whenever I’d look at him I’d get the weird feeling inside at how he was looking and smiling at me.
On the drive back he put on some country music and was singing along to one of the songs. I knew the song too so I started singing with him and it was pretty fun. A few times I noticed he had his hand down between his legs and looked like he was rubbing himself but figured maybe he just had an itch or something.
When we got home he had me help him unload stuff and put it in his garage then walked me to my house and waited until I was inside before he went home.
The rest of the week was normal and that weekend, as he said, he was over real early Saturday morning and both he and my dad started working on the deck.
I was on drink and snack duty, making sure they were hydrated and fed while my mom was holding things down at the coffee shop. Around midday they had finished the work and my dad was insisting he needed to get to the shop and help my mom.
He wanted me to come along but I started whining saying I wanted to stay home. Pete interjected and said he’d keep an eye on me if my dad didn’t mind and when my dad said he didn’t want to be a bother, Pete insisted it was none.
My dad talked to Pete for a few minutes, they seemed a little more hushed than normal but I didn’t think anything of it because I was too busy playing with my RC car.
When they finished talking my dad left and Pete barked “get your swim trunks on and let’s go get in my pool, boy!”
I felt a little startled inside but also super excited to go swimming. It was kinda warm out so getting in the pool would feel really good and I hadn’t been since earlier in the summer when me, my mom and dad hung out at Pete’s while he was on vacation.
I always begged them to let me go swimming but they would tell me they didn’t want to impose and take advantage of Pete’s kindness.
When I came running out of my room, I made a beeline for the back door but Pete grabbed me and wrapping his big hairy arm around my chest, he pulled me to him then spun me around to face him.
“Listen, boy” he said sternly “we don’t run around the pool, that’s how you hurt yourself and we don’t dive unless I’m there watching, alright?”
I swallowed hard because as he was talking I could feel his hand slowly moving down my back toward my bottom. When I nodded though he let me go and we walked through our side yard to his gate and into his backyard.
“Alright” he said “I’m right here so if you want to jump in you can.”
I did one of those run walks you do when told not to run then immediately jumped into the pool. The water was real cool and felt great in the warm afternoon sun.
Pete walked to the pool then tugged at his sweat drenched shirt and pulled it over his head. His upper body was on full display and he was always a bit intimidating but even more so now.
He wasn’t super muscular but big, burly, with a wide hairy chest and a beefy hairy belly that wasn’t flat but also not big either.
His arms were hairy and more muscular than the rest of his body but when he dropped his jeans I felt myself blush.
He stood at the edge of the pool in just a pair of boxers that were really tight around his beefy, hairy legs but there was also a bulge that really got my attention.
I felt a bit flustered looking at him but that was over when he dove into the pool creating a huge splash.
After that I didn’t think much of his bulge or anything else because I was having a blast in the pool. We were tossing a ball back and forth, splashing each other, and having a great time.
I’m not sure why he scared me so much because Pete was a lot of fun to be with and we were having a blast.
After an hour or so he suggested we get out and he’d make some sandwiches.
I sat on the deck at a table that had an umbrella while he went inside. After a bit he came out with a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of tea with a couple plastic cups.
“Eat up, boy,” he commanded, and I quickly grabbed a sandwich, practically devouring it.
We sat quietly together eating the sandwiches and drinking tea. When we had finished I helped him clean up then he suggested we get rinsed off before I went back home.
I told him I could shower at home but he shook his head and said “don’t need to be wasting water, shower with me” then grabbed my wrist and tugged at it until I followed him inside.
He pulled me along until we were in a bathroom next to the pool then he ordered me to undress. I felt embarrassed but the way he was glaring at me made me scared and I quickly tugged down my swim trunks and covered my penis with my hands.
“No need to be shy, Toby” he said then tugged down his boxers to expose his giant penis to me.
“We have the same equipment and I’m sure this ain’t the first cock you seen” he said.
I shook my head because it wasn’t but it definitely was the biggest.
“Seen your daddy’s haven’t you” he asked.
I nodded my head so he gripped his penis and said “bet mines bigger ain’t it?”
When I nodded he smiled and said “figured as much.”
“Not to say your daddy’s not big, but not a lot of men around pack nine inches of thick, veiny meat” he added.
I swallowed hard because his words were harsh and clipped as he spoke but there was a breathiness about his voice too that sounded needy.
He must have seen me staring because he said “go on, touch it Toby, see what a mans cock feels like in your small hand.”
When I shook my head he gripped my chin and pulled my face up towards his. His eyes were like fire and his glare was terrifying when he shouted “don’t you say no to me, boy! Now touch it!”
I was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t so I reached out and wrapped a hand around his still soft penis, or at least I tried.
“Mmmmm that’s it boy” he moaned when I gripped him. He started to stiffen up in my hand and soon his penis was fully hard and pushing out from the big bush of black hair around the base.
I stood still, unsure what to do and feeling really scared because it felt like something I probably shouldn’t be doing but also like I didn’t have any other choice.
There was silence between us as I stood there with one hand gripping his huge penis. I could feel it throbbing in my hand and all the veins running up and down it seemed to be pulsating too!
“Rub your hand up and down” he ordered. I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin at the sound of his voice, and as I looked up, I could see his impatience growing.
His hand gripped my wrist then began tugging my own hand up and down his long thick penis.
“Like that, boy” he growled “keep stroking me just like that.”
I continued like he wanted and after a few minutes he gripped my other wrist then jerked my hand to his hefty ball sack and said “roll em around in your hand” then added in a harsh tone “gently!”
My whole body shook as I stood there rubbing one hand up and down the stiff shaft of his big dick while my other rolled his heavy balls in my small hand.
“Mmmm that feels good, Toby” he sighed “you like how heavy that cock feels in your hand don’t you?”
Unsure how to respond I just nodded my head so he continued “I’m glad because I haven’t had a boy touch this cock in some time, and never one as young as you.”
I didn’t say anything though, I was too scared to say anything so I continued stroking him for several minutes before he took hold of my hand, pulling it away, then began jerking his dick hard.
“Ahhh… ahhhh fuck” he grunted, then pointed his dick at my face and started to spray this thick, gooey liquid all over it.
At first I thought he was peeing on me but it wasn’t the same as when I pee’d or when I saw my dad pee.
“Fuck… cumming” he grunted louder as more of that warm sticky stuff sprayed over my face and chest.
He stroked his dick really fast, spraying stuff all over my face and chest until he grunted and said “fuck that felt good, boy.”
Then he grabbed a small towel off of the bathroom counter when he finished, wiped my face and chest down, then told me to get in the shower and wash off.
While I showered he stood just outside the stall watching me, his big dick now deflated, hung down from his black hairy bush of hair and rested on his massive balls.
He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, smiling at me then said “that was a pretty good handy, but I think you’ll do better next time.”
When I finished showering he helped me dry off then get dressed again. He walked me to the back door but before I left he crouched down in front of me, placed both hands on my shoulders and said “this is between us, Toby. I catch wind of you telling anyone and you’re gonna be in big trouble, ya hear me? Big trouble!”
“I… I won’t s-say anything, P-Pete” I whimpered.
“Good boy” he said then smacked my butt hard and told me to run along.
I hid inside the house the rest of the day and when my parents came home I almost said something to them but remembered how serious Pete was when he warned me not to say anything.
My dad asked how my day was and I told him it was fun, that I went swimming, and then came home and played with my toys.
The rest of the evening was quiet, we watched something on the television before going to bed. The next morning I heard my mom and dad getting up and ready to go to church so I climbed out of bed and started getting dressed myself.
After church, they always headed straight to the shop to open up, eager to catch the post-worship rush. But this morning, they made a detour to drop me off at home.
My dad suggested, “Why don’t you see if Pete will let you swim again?”
I swallowed hard and replied, “Okay, Dad,” then watched as they drove off towards town.
Turning towards the house, I heard a gruff voice calling out, “Not coming over for a swim today?”
I slowly turned to see Pete standing in his driveway in his dirty jeans but not wearing a t-shirt or shoes. His bare chest covered in hair looked even bigger that morning than it had the day before.
“Ummmm I… I was going to play with my car” I said.
“Nah” he shouted then started walking toward me “get those sexy little swim trunks and come over, you and me got all day to swim and play.”
“Y-Yes sir” I said softly then went into the house to change into my swim trunks.
When I came back outside Pete was waiting for me. He walked me to his side gate then into the back yard, as soon as he closed the gate his hand reached down and grabbed my butt then he squeezed tight.
“Mmmm” he moaned “nice ass on ya, boy.”
I was walking to the pool when I felt a hand on my shoulder then he started to guide me away from the pool toward the back door to his house.
“Let’s swim later” he said “Fireman Pete needs to drain his hose and what better way than have his sexy little helper do the work.”
He squeezed my shoulder tighter as he guided me through his house to a bedroom. When we got inside he closed the door and I could hear him lock it then he told me “sit on the edge of the bed.”
I did as instructed, sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over the side as he walked toward me, his hand tugging down his zipper then unbuttoning his jeans.
He let them fall to the floor and soon his big dick was practically in my face. He was already hard but not like the day before, at least not yet.
As he moved closer I noticed more about his penis than I had the day before. The tip of it was a deep red, almost purple color, and the rest of it was white with blue or purple looking veins running just under the skin.
They looked like snakes slithering up the shaft and as his dick hardened it started to look really menacing, even more so than the day before.
I swallowed hard when he gripped it and swung it around in front of me.
“As much as I wouldn’t mind another handy” he began saying “I think it’s time you learn to suck.”
I didn’t know what he meant by suck and before I could ask he grabbed his meat and with a loud thwack, smacked it across my right cheek, then immediately against my left with another loud thwack.
It actually stung a bit and I was shocked but he just laughed and did it again, this time splattering something wet onto my face when he did.
“Open your mouth, Toby” he barked, his voice was deeper, breathier, but most of all scarier.
I looked up at him and could see his green eyes staring down at me, like they were boring through me.
“Bu-But” I started to say only to feel his dick slap my face again and he shouted “no buts! I said open your mouth, and open it wide!”
Doing as he asked I opened my mouth as wide as I could then heard him laugh and say “not even close but it’s a start” then felt the spongy head of his dick pressing against my lips.
My whole body started shaking when I realized that he was putting his dick in my mouth!
“Watch those teeth” he shouted then pushed a little harder forcing my mouth open even more.
As the head of his dick pushed past my lips I could feel them curling back and my teeth starting to scrape over his penis.
He hissed and then smacked me across the cheek, yelling “I said watch your fucking teeth!”
I pulled my head back quickly, scraping his dick again, but crying out “I’m t-trying, P-Pete!”
“Try harder” he yelled then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back toward his dick.
Soon he had the tip pushed into my mouth again, my lips curled back but his free hand he had shoved into my mouth and was tugging my jaw down.
“That’ll have to do” he said then pushed a bit more of his dick into my already full mouth.
“Mmm fuck that feels good” he grunted “lets get a little more in ya.”
He pushed more into my mouth and soon I felt something pressing at the back of my throat which caused me to gag.
His grip on my jaw lessened while his grip on my hair tightened and he started pulling my head back then pushing me down on his dick, repeating this at a quickening speed.
Each time he pushed my head back down on his dick, it would hit at my throat and cause me to gag, but then he would pull me back just as quick. He did this for a few minutes, grunting, groaning, and moaning the whole time.
I felt tears start to flow down my cheeks as I looked up and could see his chest and belly rising and falling really fast, almost as fast as he was pushing and pulling my head.
“Fuck this feels good” he grunted, “feels real good, so good I’m gonna shoot soon.”
I was looking up at him through watery eyes, his own glaring back down at me, he sneered and said “no worries, though… we got all day, boy. I may even try to get down that throat of yours next go round.”
For the next few minutes he pushed and pulled my head up and down his dick until I felt it swell in my mouth then the flood came.
My mouth filled with a warm, thick, gooey cream that quickly burst out between my lips and his dick while he shouted and cursed “fuck! Swallow that load, boy! Fucking swallow!!!”
I tried to swallow like he demanded but choked hard causing the thick cream to spray out of my nose and mouth. His grip tightened on my hair and he pulled hard until his dick was pressing at my throat.
“SWALLOW” he barked.
I tried again, getting some to go down but choking on the rest. He was pulling my hair so hard I started to cry and I could feel his dick pushing against my throat, causing me to gag and choke with each spurt of cream that filled my mouth.
With a hard tug, he yanked my head off, gripped his dick and jerked it hard a couple times spraying two more ropes of his stuff onto my face before pushing me back on to the bed while he stepped back and leaned against the wall.
He stood opposite me, leaning against the wall panting, his eyes feeling as if they were looking through me, he said “that’s why I need to get that throat opened up, then I can feed you properly.”
Walking toward me he gripped my arm and tugged me further onto the bed then climbed on it and laid down next to me.
“We’ll get to work on that throat next” he said, his hand now caressing my bare chest, “you’ll swallow every drop of my next load, rest assured.”
It seemed like only a few minutes of us laying in bed together before he climbed out, grabbed my arm and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
Looking around the room he grabbed a t-shirt that was laying on the floor, wrapped it around one of my wrists, then pulled both arms behind my back and tied the rest of the shirt around my other wrist.
I was shaking again because now I couldn’t move my arms and he confirmed that’s what he wanted when he said “don’t need you trying to push me off, when I’m snaking this hose down that tight throat of yours.”
Next he spun me around until I was laying on my back with my head hung over the edge of the bed, he stepped forward and all I could see was his thick, hairy thighs, massive dick and giant balls swinging in my face.
His hand gripped my jaw and pulled it open then he quickly shoved his dick into my mouth and forced it to my throat.
I gagged and struggled to move my arms but with them tied behind my back I was at his mercy.
He thrust his hips forward and pulled back a few times, the tip of his dick banging at my throat, gagging me.
“C’mon, open up” he barked.
I could feel his dick banging harder and harder at my throat, gagging me, causing me to retch a few times when it would push in a little.
“Get ready, boy” he said in a gruff tone then slammed his hips forward, punching his dick into my throat.
I retched hard and sprayed something out of my nose and mouth, coating his dick and my face in the process.
“Yeah, lube that cock, boy” he chuckled then reared his hips back and thrust hard again sinking more of his dick into my throat.
“Gonna need ya to slick it up real good so I can fuck this throat properly.”
More retching, puking, slimy stuff spraying over his shaft and my face.
My body was writhing around on the bed as I struggled with the restraints holding my hands firm behind my back, next thing I felt was his massive palm pressing against my chest, and another gripping my throat.
“Mmmm fuck” he grunted “hold still, boy, so I can feel that big rod sliding deeper down your scrawny little neck.”
I swear I could feel my throat stretching as his dick slid deeper down, I was gagging, retching, choking on it and unable to breathe. There was no more slime, at least not yet, because it was all backing up in my throat which had a giant plug in it preventing me from puking it all up.
“Almost there” he growled then thrust hard.
With his whole nine inches down my six year old throat, all I could do was try to free myself but it was no use, he had all the control.
His bush of black hair was pressing into my face, and his hairy balls were tickling my nose at first but then it started to feel more abrasive as he pressed forward trying to push his dick even deeper.
I was trying to scream and beg him to pull it out but all I could hear over his grunts and groans were my muffled cries, none of which were being answered.
His hand pressed harder onto my chest as he supported himself over my small frame. He started pulling back but not enough where I could breathe, then he slammed his hips forward until his bush was smashed into my face again.
He started repeating this, over and over, pulling back then ramming his dick hard down my throat. Each time I would retch, choke, try to scream, but nothing came out.
At one point I think I started to convulse and he was quick to pull his dick all the way out.
When he did, it was like a geyser erupting, with slime and puke spraying out of my mouth and over his dick, bush, belly, and legs; not to mention my face.
“Ahhh fuck yeah” he shouted “that’s fucking beautiful!”
I was gasping for air when he gripped my jaw and tugged it open then shoved his dick back down my throat.
He was even more rough this time, forcing his full length down in one firm thrust then he began to pump harder and faster, causing this loud squelching sound that was drowning out my retching and choking.
“I’m close, boy” he growled as his dick pushed deep into my throat and his slimy bush and ball sack slammed into my messy face.
“Gonna force feed this load right into your belly” he grunted, “get ready!”
A moment later I felt his dick get even bigger in my throat then warmth began to fill it up.
“Ahhhh, ohhhh fuck… swallow, Toby… swallow” he shouted.
Again I tried swallowing but couldn’t, it was too much but this time I felt his hand grip my throat and press down on it which forced me to swallow and soon I could feel that warm liquid sliding down my throat and into my tummy.
“Ungh… ohh… yeah… take it” he grunted, thrusting his dick harder and harder while his bush and balls repeatedly slammed into my face.
A moment later he pulled his dick out allowing me to breathe, but when he did I coughed up his stuff and more saliva before finally being able to get some air.
He fell onto the bed next to me, panting and grunting, then said “that’s what I fucking needed.”
When he finally sounded like he was breathing normally again, he rolled me over, untied my hands and then scooped me up and carried me out to the pool.
We spent an hour in the pool swimming, but it wasn’t as fun as the day before. When he said it was time for lunch I thought he’d make sandwiches again but instead he pulled me back into the house, tied my hands and really went crazy on my throat again.
Before he sent me home, with a promise this would be a regular occurrence now, he had filled my throat with three ‘loads’ of his stuff and my belly was starting to feel really full.
I walked home dreading the next day, I didn’t like Pete, not one bit and I was certain that night I would tell my parents what he did to me.