Bob's Big Boy (mm cock)
by Max Mann
Normally celebrities don't stop through our small town, so it was news when they announced Robert Kelker-Kelly, the hunky soap actor, was going to be signing autographs at the Wal-Mart that was opening. I'd had the hots for him ever since he played Sam Fowler on Another World, when he was just a teen. The first time I saw him as Bo Brady on Days of Our Lives I almost died. He turned into quite the stud with his mustache and buff bod. I even grew mine because of him. I'd spent quite a few nights with the VCR on pause, staring at that muscular, slightly hairy chest, jerking myself off with lust for him. Sometimes I'd catch an outline along his pants and I could swear it looked like a cock, but no man could be that well hung, even a man who looked like a Tom of Finland drawing come to life.
Unfortunately for me, I thought, the day he was signing was a day I was scheduled to work. I'm a glorified bellboy at the small hotel here, and usually I don't mind working weekends. But I was quite upset at missing the opportunity to gaze into his eyes, have him smile that gorgeous smile. I spent the next few days sulking quietly, and when Friday came I was noticeably moody. But I kept smiling, even though I was downhearted. When four o'clock rolled around, I was going to find a six-pack of Bud and drown my sorrows.
I was an hour from doing so when I heard the bell ring, and I went through the door to help the next customer with their bags. And I almost fainted when who should be standing there but Robert Kelker-Kelly himself! I gazed into his eyes, and he flashed that dazzling smile. The countergirl told me to show him to his room, the Presidential Suite, which was called that since Jimmy Carter once spent the night there.
In the elevator, I asked him why he was here a day early. He said, "I want to have a day to rest up before I meet my fans. Get a good night sleep and early-morning workout beforehand. Is there a gym in the hotel, or anywhere nearby?"
I said, "Sorry, Mr. Kelly, but the closest one is about thirty miles away."
"Call me Robert. Too bad. I guess I'll have to stick to sit-ups and push-ups in my room." The image of him wearing just a pair of shorts almost made my dick hard right there. He yawned. "Jeez, I'm feeling tired. I think I'll take a nap once I get unpacked."
The suite was on the top floor, with a terrific view of the town and countryside. To my surprise, he started taking off his clothes as soon as he walked in the door. He started with his jacket, then his shirt. I stood there speechless, wondering when he was going to notice I was there waiting for my tip.
He sat on the bed, taking off his shoes, then socks. As he started unbuckling his belt, I ahemed loudly. He looked up. "Oh, excuse me. Hey, how'd you like to add to your tip?" He dug into his loose-fitting pants and took out his wallet. "Could you get me a Coke? I'm really thirsty."
"Sure, no problem." I grabbed the one, went to the vending machine, and hurried back to the room. When I walked in the door, I wondered if I stepped into heaven. Robert's back was to me, and he'd taken off the rest of his clothes. His butt was slightly hairy and round with muscle. With the light coming from the window, he looked like he was posing for an artistic nude. I wanted to kneel before him and kiss his ass, lick his anus.
Then he turned around, and I dropped the can on the floor. I gaped in shock as the longest, thickest, most incredible cock I've ever seen in my life lay between his legs. He trimmed his brown pubes to make his cock look even bigger. The skin was creamy white, and small blue veins snaked their way along the shaft. The head was cut and fat, as big as a plum. I tried to estimate the length, as it reached just past his knee - maybe eighteen inches of giant dick attached to him.
I felt faint, and my knees buckled. Robert rushed towards me and grabbed me before I too hit the floor. He slapped me gently a couple of times, and I focused on his face. Then I realized my hand was touching something, and it was his cock! I immediately pulled my hand away, afraid of what he'd do. Instead, he laughed and said, "Don't be scared. Lots of people want to touch it, but this is a new way."
I stammered, "I...I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean..."
"Sure you did. As soon as you saw Bob's Big Boy you wanted it"
"What?"
"Bob's Big Boy. You've heard some guys name their cocks? Well, someone gave me that name, and it's stuck with me since."
"Wow. It's...it's the biggest..."
"That's what everyone says. But they've never met any other men in my family."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You should see my cousin Jason. Only one who comes close to what I've got. Would you like to know how much I've got?" He took my hand and placed it on his shaft.
I took it back. "I have to get back to work."
"When are you done?"
"Four."
"Well, at four-oh-one, you're coming up here and you'll see just how big a tip you'll get."
I was distracted for the rest of the hour by the thought of Robert's giant dick invading my tight ass or fucking my throat. I had to calm down constantly, not wanting to come in my pants.
When four came, I went back to his room, still in my uniform. Robert had showered, and now had a towel draped below his waist. At least six inches of dick appeared below it. He quickly took it off and walked towards me, the dick swaying pendulously.
He made the first move, kissing me hard. Our mouths opened and our tongues darted in and out, wet and hot. He started taking off my uniform, kissing my neck lightly. I reached down and hefted his big schlong, caressing it to life. It responded to my touch, and stiffened slowly. I lifted it, and the head reached the center of his chest. I continued stroking it as well as I could, when you consider the shaft was so fat I couldn't wrap my hand around it.
I took his cock and rubbed it in the crevasse of my pecs. He began thrusting forward, like he was tit-fucking me while still standing. His dick grew bigger, longer, and soon it reached my neck! I didn't even have to bend forward to suck it as I licked the head, now the size of an orange. I opened my mouth wide and stuffed the head in. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, and it tasted salty and sweet. Delicious. I took the rest of my clothes off as I kept the head in my mouth.
He moaned. "Yeah, that's it. Bob's Big Boy loves your hot mouth. Come on, stud. Take more."
I knelt before him, now jerking off my own eight-inch tool. I had been proud of my size until now. I was able to take a couple more inches before my jaw felt tired. As I took it out of my mouth, I asked, "How big is it?"
"Twenty-six and a quarter inches long, and ten and a quarter around." He had a wickedly sexy smile on his face as I stuffed his dick back in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved about ten inches worth into my throat. I thought I'd gag, but I somehow managed to adjust to it. More and more of his dick slid in, until I had at least eighteen thick inches of Robert's huge dong. "Oh, man, you're fuckin' good! Don't stop, don't stop!"
I had to catch my breath, so I took it out, then shoved it back in. I kept this up for over ten minutes, and I thought he would've cum by now. Instead, he took his cock out and said, "Now Bob's Big Boy wants to enter your drive-through window."
No way, I thought! He couldn't fuck me with that giant cock, could he? But I wanted him. I wanted to feel him fill me with his monster prick.
He sat on the bed and rubbed his cock against his face. He licked the shaft and head, and I joined in. He said, "Sit on him. You've got him all lubed up, now let him in."
I was a little freaked by the way he referred to his cock like it was a person, but who was I to argue? I almost came myself when I felt the huge head touch my sphincter. I jumped on the bed and stood on it, my cock in Robert's face. He began sucking it as I lowered myself onto his shaft. I grabbed it and guided it in.
The pain was intense at first, but once the first inches were in me I got comfortable. Then he reached my prostate, and I shot my wad down his throat. He drank every drop, then said, "Your cum tastes almost as good as mine."
I kissed him as more and more of his dong slipped inside me. I was in exquisite agony and had to bite down my screams of ecstasy. Suddenly he grabbed me, still impaled on his giant cock. He lifted me up and threw me on the bed. He fucked me fiercely, slamming his massive shaft further in me. I reached down, and he still hadn't stuffed every inch of his cock into me. Sweat dripped from him onto me, and I was lost in the rapture of being fucked by the most incredible man on the planet!
To my shock, I felt his cock expand even bigger inside me. He saw the look in my eyes. "Yeah, buddy, it's up to thirty inches now! Take it, take it all!" I still don't know how, but I must've shifted my body around somehow, because the next thing I knew I was feeling his pubic hairs and huge, heavy balls the size of grapefruit slapping my ass. I had thirty inches of freak cock in me, and the next thing I knew I was cumming all over myself. My face, hair, chest were covered in my cum.
Robert began pulling himself out, and I felt like I was being turned inside out. Inch after massive inch left me, and I saw some blood on his shaft. He pulled the rest out quickly, and I felt like I'd been vacuumed. He stroked once, twice, then moaned loudly as cum spewed from his dick like lava from a volcano. It hit the ceiling, the wall behind me, and me. Soon the sheets were covered in cum, as was I. His heavy, hairy balls looked sore.
He fell atop me, kissing and licking me all over. His limp dick rested on my belly. After a few minutes, I said, "You are the greatest superstud in the world."
He smiled shyly and said, "You're not so bad yourself."
I spent the rest of the night with him, his magnificent cock invading me orally and anally again and again. I was amazed by his stamina, but obviously he'd done this before. When I woke up the next morning, I gave him a morning wake-up call by sucking his dick until he shot another thick wad of cum into my mouth.
When I left, he wanted to give me five-hundred dollars for the wonderful night, but I didn't want to feel like a whore. I told him he gave me the biggest tip I'd ever received already. But he did give me a special picture of him, one with him wearing a police uniform with his giant dick hanging out the zipper. He autographed it to me with the words, "One the best fucks of my life." I keep it in a special place and look at it every night, hoping that I might find a man like him one day.
And whenever I visit a Bob's Big Boy, I smile.
END