Mr. Thomas' Meaty Rump

Part One

Mr. Thomas had a great ass. I’d been cleaning the pool for Mr. Thomas all summer and I’d only seen it in khakis, but you could easily tell it was big, firm, and meaty.  Most of the time I’d hardly seen him, even though I always hoped I would, because he was tall, muscular and attractive. When I did see him, even on weekends he was wearing khakis. Khakis that showed off his big dad butt, a full-sized butt that made my cock firm up real fast.  I’d fooled around with the guys my own age but nothing like Mr. Thomas. But I sure was looking forward to it.

Last Saturday I dropped the pole with the skimmer in the pool and had to dive in after it. The splash brought Mr. Thomas out. I stood there dripping wet, my shorts plastered against my rapidly hardening teen cock, explaining.

He tossed me a towel from a stack in the cabana, and I noticed his eyes travel down my stomach and below.

“It doesn’t look like it did you any harm,” he said in an amused tone.

“You should use it more,” I replied. “You have a great pool.”

“And you have a great pole,” he replied. His eyes flicked down to my hard teen cock sneaking across my thigh. “You know how to use that equipment son?”

“Yes, sir,” I blushed, my breath kind of shaky.

“Good to know,” he said, turning on his heel and disappearing.

Man, I was so hot, and so disappointed at the same time. Big hot beefy Daddy flirting like that and then leaving me high and dry. Or dripping wet, as the case might be. Sure, I fooled around with guys my own age but I was really raring to get a chance to ride a big beefy rump like Mr. Thomas’.

Resigning myself to blue balls, at least until I finished, I went back to skimming the pool. I was ninety-nine percent sure that Mr. Thomas was really interested, and that with just the right catalyst or instigation something great could happen. In the meantime there was Scott, whose trim swimmer’s build was easily dominated, his smooth hairless thighs sliding apart, and Brett, the lightweight wrestler who was all too easy to pin…

Right then I turned and saw Mr. Thomas was back. Only he wasn’t wearing his khakis anymore. He was stripped down to a tiny bathing suit. Man, was his ass hot! I got a great visual as he did a 360, making sure we were going to be undisturbed. He turned to me, “The pool looks great, what do you say we just swim for a while, or better yet, go in the hot tub? I think we can find a big pipe in there that could use some attention.”

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!!!

Part Two

The only bad thing about being in the Jacuzzi with Mr. Thomas was that I could no longer see his big beefy dad rump. I had just followed that mouth-watering sight across the pool deck. Too big muscular globes of flesh barely contained inside a tight-fitting speedo. Not only were the mounds incredibly enticing, but my cock stiffened even more at the way the fabric pulled into the crevice between them.

Now, face to face in the Jacuzzi, I was confronted with Mr. Thomas’ other assets, which included a big broad chest and some very suckable nipples. We sat there facing each other, enjoying the bubbles. He smiled, I smiled. I smiled, he smiled. But I was too horny to turn this into a chess game. I unbuttoned my boardshorts and heaved them on to the deck. “You said something about checking out some pipe, sir?”

Mr. Thomas slid toward me. I felt his hand find my knee, and then start to slide up my thigh. “You’ve got a very nice tool there, son,” he said.

My cock jerked. “Come on, come on, come on, just a little closer,” I thought. I could feel his hand almost on my cock, even though he wasn’t actually touching it. Just knowing it was about to happen. His face was near mine now, and in some abstract way I realized for the first time he was actually good looking, apart from his buff body. We were looking in each other’s eyes now.

“I bet a tool like this,” his hand gently closed on the shaft of my cock, “needs regular workouts to keep in tip-top condition.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, “Three or four times a day at least.”

He let go enough to move his hand up and wrap it around the big head, and then slowly stroke downward. There was admiration in his, “Mmmmm…”

Now he leaned forward, his fist around my cock, his thumb grazing the underside of the head’s ridge. His thumb rubbed up and down, his lips brushed against mine, and I felt his thick tongue slide into my mouth. Not to be outdone, I immediately opened my mouth and started pushing against his tongue with mine, and at the same time I thrust with my cock. Pushing back, I wrapped my tongue around his and moved the battle back into his mouth.

“Mmmm hmmm, you’ve got all kinds of abilities,” the big daddy murmured, continuing to squeeze and work my cock. “Let’s see what else that tongue of yours can do.”

He let go of my cock and stood up, turning away from me and leaning over the side of the Jacuzzi, sliding his Speedo down, one side at a time, with all the deliberation of an accomplished stripper. His big ass just cleared the bubbling water. He looked over his shoulder with a challenging grin, “Show me, champ!”

I could feel my cock almost vibrating I was so hard and turned on by the sheer half-ton size of the ass in front of me. There was nothing soft about it; it was completely male. What I felt was close to worship. But Mr. Thomas was waiting for action. The first touch was electric, sliding the palms of my hands and my fingers all over those big mounds, and then parting them to examine the cleft between. There buried between the cheeks lightly covered with slicked-down hair was his fluttering hairless dad pucker.

I sink back down to the water so my head is the right height, then I come up with my face right between his cheeks. I reach out with my tongue and give it a swipe. The only taste is a slight tang of chlorine. But I feel him jump. Mr. Thomas’s whole body gave a little wriggle. It was a wiggle of excitement. I give it another swipe, and now I make my tongue center in on the middle, exploring the rubbery flesh there. My tongue goes round in a circle and then into the center, flicking, pushing in. I’m drooling as I do this, rubbing the loose spit against his taint and cheeks with my peach-fuzzed chin.

Mr. Thomas lets out some kind of excited moan and rapidly repositions himself, raising his ass a little bit and pushing back against me. I can barely hear him above the bubbles from the Jacuzzi, but there’s this continuing string of excited, “Oh, Oh, Ohs” as I try to prove I know what the fuck I’m doing. I have no clue, but I figure variation would be good, plus enthusiasm. I’m really excited by Mr. Thomas’ reaction, and because he seems to like it so much, I like it more. Now I’m actually getting my tongue up inside him and wiggling it around as much as I can, and trying to fuck him with my tongue. The other guys had never asked for this and I never really thought about doing it with them, but now I can see how excited it gets the other guy. Good to know. By now I’d reached around in front of Mr. Thomas with both hands and I was holding him by the front of his thighs while I really got my chin and my nose involved as well. Actually it was impossible not to, with my tongue as far up his butt as it was. The only thing not covered by his butt is my ears which is good, so I can still hear his mounting excitement. Heck, if I kept this up soon the neighbors would hear him. I drill that big beefy daddy butt with my tongue until Mr. Thomas lets out of string of continuous noises that make me think he’s getting too close.

I pull off and catch my breath. Mr. Thomas turns around, looking really glassy-eyed.

“You like that, sir?”

“Damn good son, damn good!”

“Sounded like,” I said smugly, one of my fingers rapidly exploring the juicy hole my tongue had just opened. “Feels like you’re ready for some pipe work, sir.”

Part Three

Even though Mr. Thomas was glassy-eyed with pleasure from the enthusiastic rimming I had just administered, he was able to clamber out of the Jacuzzi and beckon me to follow him. I probably looked a little glassy-eyed myself, staring at the big man above me. Now he was out of the hot tub I could see the thickness of his sturdy legs, and the way they connected to his beefy torso and meaty ass. In fact, as he stepped up out of the Jacuzzi I had got a great view of his pink pulsing dad pucker.  His legs were spread wide for a second, momentarily exposing the rosier pink flesh in the center.

My own erection was sticking up 45° above horizontal as I scrambled out of the hot tub to follow him. “Some things are just easier on dry land,” he grinned, leading the way to a sectional sofa in the cabana. He smoothly threw a towel over it and then turned, catching me in his big arms. It wasn’t quite a hug, it was more like a close proximity grasping and assessment. Our faces were close, and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me again but instead he gave me a more meaningful look, as if to say, “ready for the big leagues kid?” He gave me an encouraging nod as if sending me out on the field, and then he gripped my cock. “Good work with the tongue son, now let’s see what else you can do.”

He retrieved a small toiletries bag from somewhere, and standing almost on one foot, the other up on the sectional, with his back arched and his butt stuck out, he reached around behind and gave himself a squirt of something between his cheeks. Watching him do that was so hot. His stance accentuated his big meaty rump, and of course the act of preparing for sex itself was hot, and the fact that he was doing this for me.

My cock throbbed. I was proud of my cock; I mean I am proud of my cock. It’s fairly big and really sturdy, and when it gets hard it gets really hard. The head isn’t spongy at all, it’s pretty much like it was carved out of wood or rock or something. It was definitely hard now. Mr. Thomas reached for it and swiped his hand up and down. His hand was sticky with lube, and that made his hand slide up and down real nice. “Ready to show me what you can do son?”

“Waiting patiently, sir.”

“Then let’s get to it.”

Seconds later he was on his hands and knees on the sectional, arching his back with that big meaty rump right in front of me. I swear to God, I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. I can see not just the big cheeks and his muscular thighs and his broad back, but his legs are spread wide enough apart that I can see the pulsing dad pucker. And when I say pulsing, I mean pulsing. I watch it open and tighten and open. Just waiting for my cock. Wanting my cock. I put my hands on his ass. Enjoying the size and the strength. I scoot up behind him and position the head of my cock right against his pucker. Then I don’t move. I let his pucker kiss the head of my cock, opening for it, greedy, excited.

I look down at Mr. Thomas’ ass and I can’t believe my good fortune. Each glute is bigger than a soccer ball, and ripe for action. These are glutes made for powerful fucking, made to entice men to fuck them, to bury their cock between them. I’ve got one hand on each globe, rubbing and caressing them, giving them a little squeeze and a grab. Beneath my hands Mr. Thomas gives another of his excited wriggles. I can tell he knows something is coming. He turns to look at me with a big encouraging grin. The guy looks happy. I am all about that. I let the head of my cock nestle against his ass lips. I feel them kiss it. They widen try to take it in, they cling to it, closing and opening. It feels amazing. I’ve still got my hands on his ass, enjoying their power, and my power over the muscled globes of his ass.

I can feel him straining underneath me, pushing back, trying to get my cock inside him. I hold off, trying to prolong this moment, letting his ass lips continue to suckle on the head of my cock. Then he speaks, “Let me feel that pipe, son. Time to get to work.”

I push in, relishing every inch of entry into his juicy welcoming dad hole. I feel the ring resist the big head of my cock, and then welcome me as I firmly punch through, locking me inside.  Mr. Thomas gives a grunt, but follows it with, “That’s it son, that’s it son, keep it coming.” Even though his hole is slick, I can feel it wrapped around my cock, gripping it and urging me in further. His insides are so warm, and the minimal friction is so slick that I can start to pump right away. I’m pulling out now and pushing back in, listening to Mr. Thomas’ sweet moans and grunts as he hefts his ass back and up to meet each stroke. 

I’m not going too fast, giving him plenty of opportunity to match my rhythm. It’s like being able to clap together. We are in unison. He says, “Oh yeah, son, oh yeah,” and I think I say, “holy fucking shit, sir, I love your ass!” I’ve still got one hand on each cheek, holding it, grabbing it, hanging on, as I ride that big meaty rump. I know the continuous pumping of my cock which is completely filling his dad hole is doing something good for Mr. Thomas because I can hear his, “Yeah, son!” go up a note.

As I machine piston our breathing is getting more ragged. I can feel my imminent come like something in my peripheral vision, somewhere, close, but not quite here yet. I sink my cock in as deep as I can and hold it there, and then pull out slowly and do it again. As I push in I’m actually punching in harder, making Mr. Thomas gasp. And grunt. Then I gradually pick up speed again until the thrusts are one continuous move.

“Home stretch,” grunts Mr. Thomas.

“Yes, sir!” I reply. I can feel the come closer and closer. Mr. Thomas is gasping and jerking and grunting and bucking.  This is the best.  God Damn! I love his meaty ass! Almost here now, almost here, almost – “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Fuck! Sir!!!!”

“That’s it son! That’s it! Come for Daddy!”

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