Adventures of Theo

For a brief, blissful period of time, Theo played the part of the happy and oversexed wife to his farmer savior. The tragedy that befell his family–the raiding of his village by a maurading army–seemed like a distant memory, even though in truth, it happened just months ago.

His days were long and hard, and full of daddy cock. He would wake before dawn and make his elder beau breakfast. Then he would wash and present his hairless, pink hole to the man as he prepared for a day on the farm. Before he left to farm, his benefactor would come into the bedroom, squat and eat Theo’s muscled hole, and then fuck Theo’s brains out with his thick, plunger-headed dick.

Theo would then clean the house and tend to the fields as well, his hole puffy and leaking semen. Theo would make his beau a hearty lunch. And as the farmer prepared to return to the field, Theo would present his puffy hole once again. This rutting would last even longer than his morning one, and his hole was often noisy and loose as the man churned his morning load and added another.

Theo would then go to the market and run errands, his hole foamy under his tunic. He’d make dinner and then get in bed, the little spoon to his hulking, 50-something widowed hero. The man would caress Theo, nuzzling his fat cock against Theo’s worn-out hole, and would usually insert it and slowly gyrate, marinating the fat cock in Theo’s hole, before cuming a third and final time in Theo’s slit–the man usually fell asleep with his deflating cock still in Theo’s hungry fuck hole. 

Theo was in bliss–for his age, the man was able to generate an impressive volume of cum (usually three loads a day!). Theo was so grateful to this man for saving his life and nursing him to health. He worshiped the simple and rough man’s massive cock, and would look forward to his next breeding as he went about his day. The man seemed quite happy too. Naturally simple, loving and kind, he made comments that he hadn’t expected to find love again after his family had died, some years ago from a plague.

Theo had had some experience with men in the past, but in the few weeks he had lived as this man’s wife he’d been fucked far more times than ever before. In fact his hole was basically always loose and foamy with cum, something that gave Theo an enormous amount of satisfaction to meditate on.

This meditation on his hole as a sleeve for men’s pleasure and essence would distract him so, usually as he walked to conduct an afternoon errand, that he would often be compelled to go off-road, and find some hidden spot where Theo could please himself, and explore the contours and depth of his worn-out cunt. Theo would take these moments to jerk his own youthful skinny, long cock–he generally didn’t touch himself when he was bottoming, as he found it distracting to his central duty to please his man.

By and by Theo found a perfect place to play with his hole and jerk off–a tiny pond not far off the main road, but hidden from view from the road by a thick wood. The would post up on the shore of the pond, or bend over a felled tree, and stretch his cum-foamy hole. After a few weeks of constant breeding, Theo was easily able to fit three of his fingers into his hole, and then four, and then his entire hand up to the hilt.

One afternoon, Theo was in one of his stretch and jerk off sessions, and was getting perilously close to coming, as he massaged his swollen prostate with his fingers. Suddenly, Theo heard sticks breaking near him. He froze.

“Don’t stop.” A deep, authoritative voice stated.

A shape appeared from behind a tree. It was a man–he looked like a soldier outside of his uniform, and was devastatingly handsome with a square jaw and chestnut locks. The man approached Theo, towering over him. The man smiled, a sneer almost.

Theo sensed this man was dangerous, but his hardon perked even harder under the authoritarian auro of this man who was clearly violent, and clearly someone who was used to getting what he wants. Theo observed the imprint of a very long dick, tenting the man’s tunic. The man was muscular–more lean and less barrel-chested than his beau at home, but clearly in killing strength. A sheathed sword hung by his waste.

“Keep stroking.”

Theo nodded, and hesitatingly continued stroking his dick.

“I’ve seen you fit all five fingers in.”

Theo’s heart skipped a beat. Theo had almost forgotten he had three fingers inside of his hole.

“You’ve seen me before?”

The soldier laughed. “You come here like clockwork. A muscled angel opening up his cunt, spilling his seed by this beautiful lake. I’ve been spilling my seed with you for several days now. Deciding what I should do with you.” The soldier squeezed a pronounced bulge in his tunic.

“Man pussy isn’t my thing–it never has been. But yours–I’ve never seen a man’s hole look so much like a cunt. Especially after you get all your fingers in. It looks all the world like an eager pussy, just begging for a breeding.”

Blonde, blue-eyed Theo was in a trance staring at this square-jawed, chestnut soldier in front of him. He loved the old man at home, but he forgot what it was like to be in the presence of a young, virile piece of meat, who so clearly wanted to use Theo’s hole.

“Let me try.” The soldier said, nodding one again to Theo’s hole. The man squatted, and Theo removed his fingers from his puffy hole. The soldier brought his strong nose up to the hole. It was hairless and pink, and reeked of semen. The man licked Theo’s slit.

“As I suspected, you’re someone’s wife aren’t you, boy? This is a well-used pussy. You were fucked, what, an hour ago?”

Theo whimpered a yes.

The man began eating Theo’s hole voraciously. Theo’s hole began quivering, and semen began dripping down the soldier’s beard.

The soldier pulled away and smirked. “And that wasn’t your first load today was it boy?”

“No sir. It was my second.”

The soldier laughed and he stood up, wiping semen from his beard with the back of his hand–and then wiping the lube on Theo’s tunic. “Some soldier has lucked out finding a wife with such an eager and sweet cunt.”

Theo stared, transfixed by the soldier's piercing eyes.

The man brought his large hands to Theo’s face.

“Open your mouth, boy.”

Theo complied, and the man put his entire hand into Theo’s mouth. Theo wretched as the man’s fingers descended down his throat. The soldier pulled his hand out–mucus strung off it. The man smirked and brought his hand down to Theo’s quivering hole.

“Open your cunt, boy.”

Theo was breathing heavily, becoming scared.

“Open it!” The soldier raised his voice. “I’ve seen you do it, I know you can.”

Theo closed his eyes and focussed on his hole, pushing with all his strength. The soldier growled as Theo’s pink hole opened into a vertical puffy slit, then opened further into an open canal. A glob of the old man’s semen fell out onto the ground.

The soldier traced the puffy lips with his fingers, then made a paw with his hand and slowly inserted the hand into the gaping hole. Theo gasped, and reflexively tried to close his hole. The man resisted, and shook his head, and applied a greater force against the closing hole. The pressure being exerted around the soldier's hand was incredible, but he forced his entire fist in.

The started to scream, but the soldier wrapped his other arm around Theo forcefully, bringing him into his body and covering his mouth.

“Take my fist boy, I know you can.” He growled.

Theo shook his head, a tear dropping from his eye.

The soldier looked seriously into his eyes.

“Man up.”

Theo nodded, his hole beginning to accept the fist inside of him.

“Good boy. Now, stroke.”

Theo began to stroke his cock once again. The soldier responded by shaking his fist lodged inside Theo, lightly at first, but then with increasing force. Soon the soldier was taking his hand out and entering it back into Theo’s noisy and sloppy hole. He thrust his hand in several times in rapid succession, and Theo gasped in pleasure as he shot his load all over his chiseled abs.

The soldier removed his paw, and Theo’s pink cummy hole prolapsed. The soldier quickly positioned his torso in front of the prolapsed hole, and took out his long cock–easily three inches longer than the farmer’s, though less thick. The soldier thrust it into the prolapse to the hilt of his swinging avocado sized balls. Theo gasped–he had never been penetrated this deep, and his hole had already just been opened wider than ever before.

The man began jackhammering Theo mercilessly, Theo’s long flaccid cock bouncing up and down, and his hole making slurping noises and more of the farmer’s cum was expelled in between strokes. The soldier made one more powerful, deep thrust and cried out, as Theo felt an enormous hot load get shot deeper in him than ever before. The man pulled out, gasping, and slapped Theo’s protruding quivering pussy lips, which were expelling globs of semen with loud farting noises.

“Such a beautiful pussy.”

The man made a paw with his hand again, and quickly shoved his solder hand back into Theo’s hole. Theo’s semi-hard cock throbbed. He saw spots. And he realized he was cumming again, though he had just came moments ago.

The soldier chuckled, and pulled his sperm-soaked, powerful hand out of Theo’s hole, proceeding to wipe off the cum and mucus with Theo’s own tunic.

The soldier put his swinging dick back underneath his tunic and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, boy.”