Baxter the baker

Our family farm was a good business compared to farms in our area. My dad grew tobacco but my mom took pride in her fruit trees and was pleased we provided apples to local businesses, road side stands and neighbors.

My dad had reached out to a gentleman named Baxter who owned a bakery in Knoxville. I delivered fresh strawberries, blackberries and various fruits to this man. When I made my first delivery I stood to the side of the shop as the owner was boxing up a carrot cake and a butterscotch pie. Once he completed the transaction I approached the counter and extended my hand and introduced myself. This gentle giant was a big ole teddy bear. His olive skin tone completion was unique. After the hand shake I didn’t want to let go out his grip.

I told him I had fresh berries in the back of our family farm truck. He walked in front of me as we went out the back of the bakery. I know I was staring but he was a stud. As a teenager I’d been around farm hands, my cousins and uncles were strong men, however, something about Baxter just grabbed my attention. He was at least 6’6”, I’d guess maybe 400 pounds but thick, strong and not fat ….. his hands and his feet were massive.

As soon as we unloaded the truck he took the flats of berries and oh my god, he took a plump strawberry and popped it in his mouth. I wanted to kiss his lips and lick his fingers ….but I had to regain my composure. Baxter asked about my summer plans, told me he had heard about my passion for music and my mom had shared with him I wanted to go to Belmont University In Nashville once I completed high school. I was excited this gentleman who I just met knew so much about me.

As I got ready to leave he invited me back to the kitchen and he offered me a slice of apple pie. I watched his strong hands and forearm as he sliced the pie. He opened the cooler and poured me a glass of milk. I sat on the corner of the counter on a wooden stool and ate the most delicious piece of pie I’d ever tasted in my life. Don’t get me wrong, my mom is a great cook and my aunts and sisters can bake a mean chocolate cake….but Baxter’s baking skills were phenomenal. I had never met a man before who baked, owned a bakery and typically this line of work in 1970s was new to me. As I ate my pie I listened to him talk about his childhood in Chicago. His parents had immigrated from over seas after WWII and he was born in an upstairs apartment above a bakery. This man was so engaging. After I finished my pie I walked to the sink to wash my plate, fork and glass I drank my milk from. Baxter insisted I leave it….but I told him my mom raised me to clean up after myself. As I turned to leave he raised his thick index finger to my face….I had a speck of pie in the corner of my lips. Damn, to be so close to this man was so exciting. His thick chest was close to me and his beard was inviting me to reach up and just run my fingers through it. I regained my confidence and told myself I might be reading more into the situation and needed to get my act together and get out of this man’s business.

I thanked him for the pie. Told him it was a pleasure meeting him and tuned to leave. As I was turning he placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight squeeze and said he looked forward to seeing me again soon. Once I got in the truck I reached down to the front of my jeans and had to adjust my cock that was rock hard. I had experience with men in the past, however, not a big man like Baxter. A large man like himself must had a big cock and thick balls. My cousin had trained me to worship his balls and work them in my mouth. I knew at some point I would suck Baxters cock.

When I arrived home I went to my room and grabbed my jar of Vaseline and fingered my hole as I jacked off on my bed. After I cleaned up I went to the living room and practiced my piano lesson. Chopin was my favorite classical composer at this time. At supper that night my mom told me Baxter called and said he was very impressed as to how well mannered, polite and carried on a conversation regarding music. Mom went on to say Baxter said anytime I wanted to practice piano at his house he offered me to use his Steinway baby grand. Interesting that Baxter never Ed mentioned to me he had a baby grand.

A couple of days later the phone rang and Baxter had placed an order for any nuts my mom had on hand. Walnuts and pecans for his baking needs. The next day my mom had placed to brown paper bags in a cardboard box for me to deliver to Baxter. As I was leaving my mom met me at the truck and handed me my music notebook . Baxter had his assistant working the shop that day and I was to deliver the nuts to his home in Knoxville of Kingston Pike which was close to the campus of University of Tennessee. As I was driving down Kingston Pike I was looking at mailboxes, houses with numbers on the front columns, etc….as I got closer to his area I was really impressed with the homes, architecture, etc….all I’ve ever known was a simple two story farmhouse I have lived in all my life. Once I located his home I was very impressed. Baxter lived in a big two story tudor style home. His home was a traditional yet elegant style. As I pulled in the driveway Baxter was waiting on me. As I got out of the truck he have me a hardy hug and asked if I brought my music folder. I told him it was in the front seat of the truck.

Once we entered his home I noticed his kitchen looked like something from a magazine. He had baked a German chocolate cake and told me we would have a slice once it had cooled. He gave me the grand tour of his home. I was surprised he lived this big house by himself. As we entered the second floor landing he had an office , study that was twice the size of my parents living room. He showed me his bedroom and I had never seen a bed so big. He said it was a California king. He winked and said since he was a big man he needed a lot of room. He told me I was more than welcome to look around. His master bathroom was like our high school walk in showers. As I was turning to walk out he was standing in the doorway. He said I had the bathroom gutted and specially designed for a couple of people if they ever wanted to shower together. God, he smelled so good and I was just getting hard imagining him naked in that shower. Without thinking I just reacted. I reached up and hugged him around his neck and kissed him. Once he pulled away he winked and said he couldn’t help but think of a way to get me alone with him. I kissed him again and told him I had jacked off thinking about him. I admitted I was very attracted to him, his massive size and big body. We kissed some more and I asked him to sit on the bed. I started undressing him. I pulled his tshirt over his head and discovered two large man tits that were beautiful. Large brown nipples and fuck….bigger than most girls in my high school. I got on my knees and unzipped his pants. His fat cock was already leaking precum. I licked his thick mushroom uncut head. I’d sucked a buddy of mine on the football team who was uncut to I knew how to work his skin. His dark olive skin was beautiful. I worked his large low hanging balls in my hand. Fuck, they were as big as lemons. I could only get one at a time in my mouth. Baxter was moaning and rubbing his fingers through my hair. I have always been attracted to big men, however, I’d never been in this position to have sex with a man of this size. I kissed his belly, rubbed my cock over his man tits and my precum covering his chocolate nipples.

Eventually Baxter pulled me off his and told me it was my turn to get attention. He told me to undress. I white fruit of the loop briefs were wet in the pouch. By the time I was naked Baxter laid on the bed and instructed me to climb on top of his big belly. God ….he felt amazing under me. He had me to straddle his chest and fuck his face. His large tongue lapped my boy nuts and he was able to get my seven inch cock and balls in his mouth all at once. Being a seventeen year old teenager I shot my load within minutes down his throat. He had me to stand up and place my ass on his round face. His tongue destroyed my boy cunt. He ate my ass and I had already started leaking again. He placed me on his belly in 69 position. I licked on his thick cock. I swear he was as thick as a sausage. After he inserted 2 then 3 fingers in me…I knew he was going to fuck me. He used coconut oil as lube. I wasn’t sure how he would fuck me with his big belly…..but I knew I wanted his cock in my hungry hole. Baxter held my hands and steadied me over his cock. I lowered my ass on his fat cock. Holy hell, he filled me up. My ring stretched and I was able to sit all the way down on his meat. He encouraged me to ride him. He would thrust up into my hole and I loved being on top of this massive man. This was the first time I had ever felt this amazing. This beast of a man knew exactly what I needed. We both reached climax at least three times that afternoon. Once we were worn out he carried me to the shower and we washed each other with Irish Spring soap. He was so attentive….he kissed me sore hole and ate his own cup out of me, He kissed me and we both tasted his cum. Once we finished our shower we remained naked….he kept kissing my neck and whispering in my ear how beautiful I was. God, this wasn’t man sex….Baxter was making love to me. This was an excellent way to learn from an older, bigger man just exactly what homosexual love could be. Life in 1974 was so very different then. Nonetheless, I leaned that day that my male encounters up to this point was nothing in comparison to what Baxter had given me.

I never played his baby grand piano that day. I did carry home to my family the German chocolate cake he had baked before I arrived. The reminder of that summer I went to Baxter‘s home every Tuesday afternoon at four o’clock and played his Steinway. I discovered the piano belonged to his mother who purchased it when she was living in Chicago.

Baxter continued to run his bakery and my family provided him items from our farm. After I graduated high school I attended a private college and majored in music just a few miles from Knoxville. I moved in with Baxter and had a wonder life with my bear of man. Many times he requested I play the piano naked so he could sit under the piano and suck my cock while I enjoyed playing and enjoyed his oral skills. Baxter eventually sold the bakery. We moved to the outer banks of North Caroline once had a an addition build on our beach house that was just for the baby grand. I’m now in my sixties and love playing this amazing instrument while Baxter listens in the room next door. Every Tuesday one of us bake a German chocolate cake but what else do we have to do other than love each other and count our blessings.