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Subject: Noah Helps Mr. Lewis Part 1 This story is a work of fiction that involves sexual activity between an adult male and an underage boy (16). If this disturbs you, please do not keep reading. This takes place in a universe where STDs do not exist, and I do not condone practicing unsafe sex in real life. I was heavily inspired by the work of another Nifty author under the name of Muscle Daddy Bear, particularly a series called “Big Neighbor Men”. If you enjoy this story, please consider checking it out. This is the first time I am writing a story so any feedback is appreciated. You can email me at: ail And of course, please consider donating to Nifty even if it’s not much. It’s the only way we can keep enjoying and cumming to free erotica. Jordan ======================================================================== Noah Helps Mr. Lewis – Part One I had been hoping for some sunlight for my long weekend, something that had become increasingly rare as summer shifted into the greying season of autumn. But as I looked out my bedside window, I observed a sky smothered in clouds, the only colour coming from the brown, orange, and red leaves that fell from the shedding trees onto the lawns of our suburban neighbourhood. It reminded me of what I was supposed to do that morning and I groaned into my pillow. I had been assigned a school project where I was tasked with performing and documenting an act of kindness every week for a month – I was sixteen and had just started my junior year in highschool. My dad had suggested that I should help our neighbours with their lawn, which was covered in fallen leaves. It had sounded easy enough but I regret it now in my morning drowsiness. I had to force myself to eat breakfast and get ready. They had moved into their cozy home three years ago when I was thirteen. We had never gotten along well with our previous neighbours so we were excited at the prospect of new ones. They had thrown frequent parties, often going late into the night, and were just not very pleasant overall. Fortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis seemed to be the very opposite of them. They were an old couple who lived quietly and liked to keep to themselves. Deborah Lewis was a round woman in her mid forties. She was a nurse at the hospital and often worked long hours at a time. My mom stated that she must have spent all her warmth with her patients as she wasn’t particularly personable and often came off as cold in our limited interactions. It was fair enough – being a nurse demands a lot. She always had her hair tied up in a neat, perfect bun, keeping the hair out of her plain face. I wondered if she was pretty when she was younger and whether she ever smiled. It was hard to imagine now. Towering over his short wife at 6’5″, Rod Lewis was a giant of a man. Despite being in his early fifties, he was still in shape, though what was once hard muscle had now obviously softened. He looked like the human version of a bear, with his thick barrel chest that connected to a slightly protruding but firm stomach. His massive arms looked like they could snap me in two and his thighs looked even bigger still, almost matching the circumference of my teenage waist. He had thinning grey hair that had memories of the former black, always kept combed back on his head. Above his full lips sat a thick handlebar mustache that sprouted under a masculine, angular nose. He was an army veteran who now worked in a factory as a millwright foreman, in charge of overseeing the operations. His daily attire consisted of a flannel, threadbare jeans, and huge steel-toed boots and it was rare to see him in anything else. Down the left leg of his worn pants lay the subtle outline of a thick tube which he constantly needed to adjust with his big paws. Despite his hulking frame, he was a gentle giant who was reserved and didn’t talk much, preferring to communicate in nods and grunts. I had always been a little scared of him, though under the intimidation was an underlying feeling that I could not identify yet. A slight feeling of nervousness grew in the pit of my stomach as I walked the path to his front door, wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Funnily enough, their front lawn was the biggest on our street and occupied by two tall trees. The grass was almost completely hidden under the autumn leaves, only small patches of green peeking behind the carpet of red, yellow, and browns. It only took a couple seconds after I knocked on the door before it swung open and my eyes met a massive chest. I was a little small for my age at 5’5″ and the top of my curls barely reached his broad, bull-like shoulders. I had to crane my head to meet his eyes, which I found under his heavy, bushy brow. “Uhm, good morning, Mr. Lewis, sir.” I said awkwardly, shocked by his enormity, “Sorry for the disturbance, but is it alright if I could talk to you for a bit?” He stared at me for a couple seconds and I felt myself heat up in anticipation. “Noah,” he replied in his deep, gruff voice, “Come in.” He stood aside to let me in and led me to a seat at his kitchen table. I noticed that he was dressed more casually for the weekend, wearing a white t-shirt that clung to his chest and grey gym shorts. As he walked, I noticed the front of his shorts shifting as his meat swung under the fabric. It must have been hanging around eight or nine inches from his crotch. I took a seat at the table and expected him to do the same. Instead, he leaned against the table, resting his square ass on the same side that I was sitting, and looked down to the side at me. In this position, I only had to look down slightly to see the bulge in his thin shorts. His hairy tree-trunk legs sprawled out beneath. His bare feet had to be somewhere around size thirteen, and like the rest of his body, they had a light dusting of black hair. I was shocked by his sudden proximity and my eyes lowered to the large mound that rested under the thin fabric of his shorts. I gulped. Suddenly, I wondered if he was wearing any underwear as I observed what had to be a vein running down the cloth-covered tube. I could almost make out the shape of the head, which was dangerously close to the leg of his shorts. My eyes widened slightly as I realized that it had to be insanely long, not to mention thick. My dirty thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Lewis cleared his throat and I realized that I had been outright staring. I felt red crawl up my neck and I quickly shuffled my chair backwards and averted my gaze. He stared at me indifferently and I hoped that he hadn’t noticed. I pulled down the hem of my hoodie to cover the tent that was growing in my pants. “O-oh, I’m sorry, sir,” I stuttered, “I, uh, came here because I wanted to offer you some help.” He raised an eyebrow. I explained the act of kindness project that I had been assigned at school and explained that I was willing to rake his lawn for free as a part of it. I was too embarrassed to meet his eyes so I instead looked towards his chest, noticing how they stretched the fabric of his tight shirt. The arms that he had crossed over it were carpeted in black, thinning slightly on his hands and fingers. After I had finished my spiel, bursa escort I finally looked up towards his face. His eyes were kind, curving downward slightly and giving him a gentle look. His eyes twinkled with amusement, as if I interested him somehow. “Well, sure thing. I’d been lookin’ to do it myself soon anyhow. Wouldn’t mind the help, boy.” He smiled at me under his thick mustache and gave me a wink. I blushed again and felt a stir in my shorts. We continued to chat for a bit and he asked me how school was going. Then I asked him about his work. As we made small talk, I relished the rough but gentle sounds of his voice, which was the deepest I had heard. Each time he spoke, it seemed to rumble through my entire body. I realized that I was wrong to be so intimidated by him; he was a kind and friendly man and I had nothing to be scared of. I had been doing a good job of keeping my eyes off of his lap when he suddenly shifted position. He crossed his feet at the ankles, bringing his massive thighs together and pushing up his already pronounced bulge. I couldn’t help but look down, and again I was hypnotized by that impossibly large snake. His cock must have been resting on his balls, as the middle of the shaft curved upward before going back down at the tip. “Kid,” he called. I looked up to see his eyes curiously looking at me. “You okay? I was askin’ if you had a girlfriend.” I felt myself blush at having been caught again. “Oh, I’m not all that interested in girls, haha,” I replied awkwardly—I had always taken more of an interest in guys, namely older, more mature men. “Right now I-I’m just focusing on school, is all. ” I followed quickly, realizing what I said. “Hm, too bad for them. You’re a cute lil thing,” he commented playfully, making me redden yet again. Did he think that I was attractive? I had always been complimented for my good looks and was often called a pretty boy, though I never really saw it for myself. I found more appeal in rugged, masculine men like Mr. Lewis. “How old are you, boy?” “Sixteen, sir,” I had turned just a couple months ago in the summer. “Sixteen, huh?” His bushy eyebrow was raised. I nodded at him. There was something in his eyes when he looked at me then, something that I couldn’t discern. When I sneaked a look at his crotch, I could’ve sworn that the monster that lay underneath twitched at me. I took a deep breath and felt my dick leaking. “Alright, I won’t keep you any longer. You can go get yourself ready.” he said, lifting his square ass off the table and standing to his full height. I sat for a few seconds in a daze as he trudged to his front door. As his back faced me, I pointed my rock hard dick upward so that the waistband of my jeans could hold it in place. I made sure to keep it covered with my hoodie as I exited his house, walking quickly. As soon as I got home, I rushed upstairs to my bedroom, pulling my pants down as I slammed my door shut. I lay down on my bed and started stroking my teenage dick, images of Mr. Lewis’ bulge flashing in my head. It hadn’t even been a minute when I started shooting my load all over my toned stomach and chest, leaving me breathless. I had luckily pulled my hoodie up in time so nothing got on it. I quickly cleaned up and went to get the rake. I was excited now, hoping that I would be able to get another look at Mr. Lewis. It was noon when I finally finished raking an hour and a half later, sweat collecting on my forehead. I put the rake down and knocked again on his front door to let him know that I had finished. He opened the door and I was once again taken away by the sight of him. “You’re awesome, kid,” he said after taking a look at my work. I observed the leafless lawn and decided I was proud of myself too. He reached over to ruffle my hair and I felt myself harden again at his touch. Flustered, I gave a nod and turned to walk back. I had taken a couple steps when he called out to me. “Come back tomorrow, alright? Still got the backyard.” I turned around. He gave me a smile and a wink. His huge hand travelled down to his monster bulge and gave it a squeeze. Was he adjusting it or was it something more? With a tool that big, it made sense that he would have to adjust it all the time. “You have a lil’ somethin’ on your chest, by the way,” he commented, a smirk in his voice. I looked down to see that there was a white spot on my hoodie right over the left side of my chest where I had missed a glob of cum in my rush to get started. It had dried and left an obvious mark. I felt myself turn bright red as I turned to quickly rush home. The next morning, I was excited to see Mr. Lewis again, my dick even more so. I gave it a few tugs before I looked over at the clock and realized that I had slept in late. Shit. I quickly got up and went downstairs to wolf down some food. I changed quickly into another pair of shorts and a hoodie, this time deciding not to wear underwear. I also chose a pair of shorts that I had outgrown the previous year, noticing how they accentuated my tight teenage ass. For some reason, I had an odd hope that he might appreciate what I was showcasing. I put on some shoes and made my way over. Mr. Lewis opened the door wearing the same pair of grey gym shorts. Today he was wearing a dark blue checkered button-up that fought to contain his hulking chest. He had enough buttons open to show the salt-and-pepper hair that creeped up and stopped at his thick neck. His greying hair was slicked back as it always was. A warm smile peeked out from the bushy mustache on top of his lip, further adding to his manly sex appeal. “Sorry, Mr. Lewis. I didn’t mean to come so late,” I said, returning his grin with my own awkward one. “No big deal, son, I did the backyard myself,” he assured me. Disappointment filled me, realizing that I missed a chance to spend time with the sexy man. However, he stepped aside and motioned for me to come inside. I followed him in, ogling his muscled ass and watching as it swayed from side to side as he walked me into what appeared to be the living room. “Don’t worry, I have another job for you to do, if ya don’t mind.” He led me down a hallway to the left of the room. He opened the door at the end of the hallway, revealing a small rectangular room. There was a low rectangle table framed by two sofas on either side, and past it in the corner was a tall bookshelf filled with a large collection of books. Beside the bookshelf in the other corner was a dark wooden desk where piles of paper and other things were neatly assorted. The space seemed to be a den or office area. Mr. Lewis lowered himself on the sofa and I sat across from him. “Didn’t think a guy like me would like to read, did ya?” he said, giving a warm smile. He pointed towards the left corner of the room at the bookshelf, explaining that I would be responsible for organizing all the books on the shelf in alphabetical order. The bookshelf was tall and wide, and he saw the uncertainty in my eyes. He chuckled and said that I would only be doing a small portion. His laugh was deep and sultry and travelled through my whole body. “D’you think it’s a job you can handle?” he asked with his puppy-dog-like eyes. I nodded bursa escort bayan a yes and he grunted in satisfaction. He pointed to a stool that I could sit on during the job, lifted his enormous body off the couch, and left to do some chores outside. The room was cozy and tidy; there was nothing messy or out of place save for a couple books piled onto Mr. Lewis’ desk. The afternoon sun peaked from the clouds and poured in through the window, shining on a small pile of books stacked on the corner of the wooden table. None of them particularly struck my interest, but I was fascinated that a lumbering bear like Mr. Lewis might like to spend his time quietly reading. I smiled at the thought of him holding one of those tiny books in his big, calloused hands. I sat down on the stool and got to work. It seemed that Mr. Lewis read all genres of book and was well-versed in his literature. I looked over at the pile of books sitting on his desk and decided that I should put those away as well. One by one I put them in their place on the shelf until I got to the thin magazine that had been previously hidden at the bottom. My eyes widened and a little gasp escaped my lips. The cover showed a young boy that looked just a bit older than me. He was on a bed laying on his back and his legs were spread apart in the air. The coverboy’s arms reached under his raised thighs where his pale bubble butt was spread apart by his hands, revealing a smooth pink hole. His sizable dick stood hard above it, and past it was a smirking, handsome face. I slowly flipped through the pages, stunned, and saw that each of the pages featured another skinny twink in various different sexual positions. On some, they were being fucked by hung, hairy daddies, their faces scrunched in pleasure – in others, their mouths were stuffed with cock. My shorts tented and I felt precum leaking out of my dick. Looking at the magazine, it was obvious that it was well used. Had Mr. Lewis looked at this? Was he into men even though he had a wife? Suddenly, I realized that he must have sat at this very desk while flipping through the pages, stroking his fat horse-cock while looking at these boys. I let out a groan and started rubbing my teenage dick through my shorts, my eyes fluttering in ecstasy. I looked similar to a lot of the boys in the magazine; in fact, I probably could have been casted in it. I wondered if Mr. Lewis looked at me like those boys, and I wondered more if he would fuck me like those daddies had. I was broken out of my horny trance when I heard the front door open and close. I heard faint footsteps and knew that he was heading towards the living room and likely to the den. Panicking, I quickly closed the magazine, rushed over to the shelf, and stuck it in between two thick books. I was sitting down on the stool covering my wood with my hoodie when the door opened behind me. “Oh, uh, Mr. Lewis,” I sputtered, trying to feign normalcy. “You’re back.” I pretended to put some books in order. “Surprised you aren’t dead from boredom.” He chuckled in his rough bass, definitely not helping to put my boner down. “Let’s see what you’ve done.” I heard him saunter over. He observed the bookshelf, standing close to me, too close. His furry leg was touching my smooth one and I could catch a whiff of his earthy, musky scent and a hint of his body odour. I felt my dick twitch. He came a little closer, leaning over to look at a book, and I felt his cloth-covered bulge rub on my arm. He stayed there for a minute looking at his bookshelf, his fleshy mound pressed against me. “I’m just gonna sit down at my desk,” he rumbled quietly, pulling away from me. “You can keep working, kid.” He angled his chair slightly towards me and sat back, hairy legs spread apart and arms crossed over his chest. He was in my peripheral as I resumed organizing the books, trying not to move too much so that he wouldn’t see my hard wood. I felt my body heat up in his presence, knowing that he was sitting maybe six feet away from me. I continued working for a couple minutes before I registered that he must have noticed his empty desk and that the magazine was no longer there. I hoped that it had slipped his mind. I glanced over to see that he had a book in his hands that he seemed to be reading intently. Naturally, my eyes travelled downwards, scanning over the sexy hair poking out from his buttoned shirt and landing at his crotch. I fought to keep quiet when I saw that an inch of his flaccid cock had sneaked out from the left leg of his shorts. To my surprise, he was uncut, his foreskin covering most of it and bunching up at the tip. Only a small part of the pink underneath was visible, showing his piss slit. For some reason, the skin that wrapped around his head just made him appear sexier and more masculine in my eyes. I was staring again. I looked away before he caught me, worried that he might realize he was flashing me with his meat and tuck it away. I tried to continue with organizing the shelf despite my dick begging for release, though I couldn’t stop myself from looking over occasionally. Everytime I let my eyes wander to his lap, it seemed that another inch of his monster cock was uncovered until eventually half of his soft cock had escaped. This time when I risked looking up to his face, my eyes were met with his. I whipped my head back to the bookshelf, cursing my teenage horniness and hoping that he wouldn’t get mad at me for ogling him. I heard him set his book down and saw him lift himself off the chair in my peripheral. “How you doin’?” he asked, positioning himself behind me. I took a breath, my body hot and bothered. “A-alright,” I spluttered uncomfortably. “You, uh, have a lot of books, sir.” “I do, don’t I?” He took a step closer. “Any of `em catch your interest?” I shrugged, not able to force a word out. “None?” he said in his low voice. “You’re interested in other things then, huh?” His voice was quiet, almost as if he was sharing a secret with me. I shiver went down my spine. “I like this one the best,” he took another step forward, his mound pressing into my arm again, this time firmer and thicker. He reached his gorilla arm over and rested his thick finger on the spine of the magazine that I had wedged between two random books in a panic, the one filled with images of naked boys that looked like me. I held my breath. Then he brought his hand down to my wrist, engulfing it in his giant, calloused palms. Slowly, he placed my tiny hand on top of his shorts, right over his enormous bulge. I gasped. Without thinking, I grabbed it. His cock was completely hard now and I felt it pulsating powerfully in my grip. “I’ve seen how you look at it, boy,” he rasped, his hand still over mine. “You want it, don’t you?” Instead of responding, I slid myself off of the stool and turned around fully, facing Mr. Lewis. He towered over me standing an entire foot taller, looking at me intensely, a shadow of a smirk on his face. My eyes were barely level with his shoulders and I had to crane my neck to meet his. “You wanna see,” he stated confidently. I felt myself nod, dazed. He pulled my hand away from his bulge and started unbuttoning his shirt. His pecs were enormous, two mountainous mounds escort bursa of muscle topped with a slight layer of fat, while his stomach was firm and protruded only slightly from age. His entire torso was thickly carpeted in ringlets of black and white, giving him the mouth-watering salt-and-pepper look of a sexy daddy who oozed with masculinity. I touched his barrel chest, hesitant at first, but quickly giving in to my desire. I rubbed his pecs with both of my hands, appreciating their sheer size, hearing him grunt when I grazed his nipples. I made my way down his stomach, feeling as it moved up and down with his deep breathing. I was the hardest I had ever been in my life and I knew that just a few touches would be enough to set me off. My fingers landed on the waistband of his shorts and I looked up towards his handsome face lustfully, asking for permission. He nodded and I pulled them down hastily. The fur that had covered his stomach only got darker and thicker until it revealed a dark, manly bush of hairy. His mule cock had resisted at first, catching on the waistband of the shorts, but it finally gave, swinging in the air in all of its glory. It’s considerable size was obvious from the menacing bulge in his shorts but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of his naked cock. It was eleven impossible inches long and looked to be the same size around as a beer can, widening slightly in the shaft before tapering into the foreskin-covered head. It was angled downward, too heavy to rise. Below it was a pair of low-hanging hairy bull balls, about the same as a tennis ball. A thick vein pulsed in the middle of his shaft, curving to the left, with a few smaller ones branching off from it, helping to inflate his huge tube. Even though I had only seen a couple dicks in my life, I immediately recognized how magnificent his cock was. At that moment, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers unable to fully wrap around, appreciating the firmness of his giant meat. It was pulsing in my hand, impossibly warm. I felt him rest his palm on my curls and applied some pressure. Almost instinctively, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. From this angle, the adult stick that hung menacingly above looked even bigger and more obscene. I started to move the hand that I had wrapped around it up and down, appreciating its mind-blowing size — I added my other hand, yet still half of his horse cock was left uncovered. His foreskin rolled back, revealing a raging pink head that was wet already from the precum that flowed steadily from his slit. I was fascinated by how much he was leaking and wondered how it tasted. I was no longer in control of my body. I was controlled by a need deep inside me to please this hulking daddy who was pure masculine energy. I brought my face towards his cock and stuck my tongue out from my plump lips, tasting the liquid that oozed out of him. I heard him let out a grunt of satisfaction when I did this. It tasted sweet but bitter at the same time, and I knew immediately that I loved it. I swallowed it down greedily, happy to know that something that had come from him was now inside of me. “Suck it,” he commanded, as if I had no other choice. His hand scrunched in my hair, pushing my lips towards his raging cockhead. It pushed through, forcing my mouth wide open. Only his head had made it inside my mouth, but already my mouth felt full. He continued to push my mouth down his cock, forcing me to open my jaw as far as it could. He brought the hand that was holding his dick to my face, tenderly caressing my cheek and jaw. When he reached the back of my throat, I gagged on his tool, my body rejecting this huge foreign object. Mr. Lewis stopped, looking down at me in concern. I took a few deep breaths and nodded that I was fine, determined to have his entire cock down my throat. He continued feeding his meat to me, his thickness pushing into my throat. I could feel each bump and vein of his cock as my tongue thrashed hungrily on his shaft. At that moment, it felt as if his cock was miles long, piercing through my entire body. Seven, eight, nine, ten, then eleven inches disappeared into my mouth. Finally, my lips touched the base of his cock and my nose was buried in his unkempt bush. I hear a moan of satisfaction from above. I was suddenly overcome with a deep pleasure knowing that his huge daddy cock was fully shoved in me, almost a foot of thick meat wedged in my tight throat. My throat burned and tears were running from my eyes and I wondered what I looked like then as my face was plugged with his mule dick. I moaned and he grunted at the vibration on his shaft. Shocked at his intrusion, my body fought to keep him out. I swallowed several times around his cock, massaging his shaft, and realized I was running out of breath. This seemed to excite him even more as he gripped my head with both hands and hunched his body over me. “OH SHIT!” he cried out as the walls of my throat shifted and rubbed his cock. “AHHH FUCK.” Just when I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled himself out of my throat. I coughed and took a deep breath but only a couple seconds had passed before he once again shoved his giant uncut monster in, my nose once again jammed against his crotch. Again he hauled himself out of my mouth, this time leaving just the tip in my mouth, before slamming it back down. He did this over and over again, fucking my tight teenage throat with his monstrous uncut adult cock. As he violated me, I fell into a haze. I was overwhelmed with the sensation of being absolutely powerless to this man, submitting entirely to him as he impaled my mouth with his pole. It felt like not only my mouth was filled, it was as if my entire body was filled to the brim with his meat. I felt heat gathering in the base of my dick which was at full mast in my shorts. My hands were too occupied to touch myself, gripping his tree trunk thighs to keep me in place. Despite that, I was filled with pleasure that came from serving and being at the mercy of Mr. Lewis, who was grunting and shouting profanities above me. Later, I would discover that I had cum in my shorts. “OH SHIT, OH FUCK,” he yelled with a primal growl. He started slamming his cock in harder and faster. “EAT MY SEED, BOY. AHHH.” He stopped suddenly, leaving the head in my mouth. I felt it swell slightly before flooding my mouth with thick, hot cum. I swallowed quickly, the liquid travelling down my used throat, but I couldn’t keep up with his huge load. He shot seven times in total and cum started leaking from my mouth. He pulled out of my mouth on the last couple squirts, coating my face and hair with his daddy seed while making animalistic noises. Finally, his intense orgasm ended and we were both left panting in exhaustion. His cock was covered in cum and saliva and his foreskin was bunched at the tip. Some leftover cum oozed from his piss slit and I leaned in, pressing my lips against the tip to suck out what was left. When I was confident that I had swallowed every last drop, I looked up at him. He looked down on me with hooded eyes. Sweat dotted his red face. He stroked my face with his hands, rubbing the splattered cum on my cheek. Underneath his handlebar mustache, he gave me a warm smile. Mr. Lewis looked like a god then, a hulking, burly giant, and all I wanted to do was worship him. TO BE CONTINUED…

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