Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02

... gripped Jack's waist firmly and lifted him effortlessly to his feet, swinging him round and planting him squarely between his open legs. Thick experienced fingers made quick work of unbuttoning his denim shorts and Jack held his breath nervously as the zip followed soon after.

"My turn," Arnold said, but Jack's head was thick with fear as he looked down, his body trembling, to watch on helplessly as his shorts were peeled from his flesh.

He tried cover himself, afraid to let the old man see what he'd been constantly ridiculed about. Afraid to look at him for fear of what he'd see in Arnold's eyes as his shorts fell to gather at his ankles.

The old man leaned back on his hands, looked up at Jack and smiled kindly. "Move your hands, Jack," he said firmly, but oh so gently. "Give an old gay man the pleasure of feasting his eyes on you."

Visibly shaking and almost unable to contol himself, Jack hesitated. "But.....I'm not......I.....you'll......you'll laugh. I......I'm.......ugly," he finally finished.

"You ain't ugly, Jack. You're a beautiful young man and you can't do anything about what God gave you," he said, using a hand to lift his chin. "I ain't gonna laugh at you, Jack. I've been waiting for this since you started coming over."

Slowly and with his knees weakening, Jack did what he'd been asked to do. The sudden rush of exposure made him wobble slightly. His tiny cock, no thicker than an inch, stood rigid and wet. His equally small ball sack was tightly ...

... tucked beneath, clinging to his body as if trying to hide itself from view. Above it, Arnold saw the tiniest patch of short, fiery red, soft pubic hair.

He looked back up and his heart sank when he thought of what Jack must have been through, but his cock was raging all the same. "Just like I said. You're beautiful." He meant it too. "And don't you ever forget it. Fuck. I'm hard as fucking nails looking at you." That was also very true.

There was one more thing Arnold wanted to see. The one thing he'd wanted to see for over a week. The one thing that REALLY got his cock hard whenever he'd thought about it. "Turn around, Jack," he said trying to disguise the urgency in his voice.

Buoyed with confidence and with his heart thumping hard, Jack turned around, shuffling his feet free of his shorts. Save for his trainers, he was completely naked. It was surreal. It felt like he was floating on air, yet his nerves were about to reach their peak.

Not once, except for that visit to the village doctor, had he ever purposely let another person look at his naked bottom, the freakish side effect of some genetic fuck up. He could feel the weight of each buttock, jiggling and wobbling as he turned, as if they'd been stuck on him and he had no control over how they moved. However familiar he'd become with the feeling, he'd never really come to terms with it. He heard a small gasp and his embarrassment ramped up, filling him to the core.

"They're horrible. I.....I'm a freak. Even ...