*Gluck.......Gluck.......Gluck....*
The soft sounds of a sensual blow job layered itself between the grunts of a large man and the TV in the background.
*Gluck.....Slurp......Pop....Smooch!*
Pink lips tugged at the heavyset man's balls. Letting each one out with a pop before fat, wet kisses were planted around the swollen, hanging sack. The man's large shaft and thick mushroom head taking up all of the real estate on a pale, feminine face.
*Gluck......Gluck......Gluck*
The mouth returned to its prior duties, wrapped around the man's shaft, bobbing up and down, slowly, but deliberately.
The head bobbing speeds up slightly, causing more grunts, more moans from the large man. A soft hand grabs his sack and begins massaging. With this combination, the grunting increases. The man's balls begin to twitch.
"Where would you like it, Daddy?" A voice half-whispers out.
"I want to paint your pretty face, girl" The man says sternly.
The mouth latches back onto the shaft and continues its work, slow, deliberate. More grunts, more twitching from the large man. His enormous, spherical belly connecting with the pale forehead as his cock works the soft, wet hole.
He pats the top of the head that's servicing him, a signal. The man is about to ejaculate. His cock slides out of the mouth and is replaced by the same tiny, soft hand, stroking at a medium pace, his balls being worked. With one large grunt, he begins ejecting large, thick ropes of cum onto the sweet, feminine face. One on the forehead, another on the nose, another on the cheek, and a fourth and final right across a pair of glasses.
The mouth re-attaches lightly to the bulbous, red and swollen cockhead.
*Schlick, Schlick, Gluck*
The cockhead and shaft are cleaned of any remaining cum, and a small peck lands sweetly on the enlarged head.
The man runs his fingers through the soft, brown hair of a boy named Ashe. He is 19 years old, a college dropout, and Barry's new boywife. Ashe stands up, his small, pink chastity cage clinks and shakes as he rises. He is outfitted with a maids uniform, complete with white thigh highs and black heels.
I am that 19 year old. My name is Ashe.
It all started when my parents kicked me out at 18, they wanted me to go off and "be my own man". I tried going to school, but dropped out because I was a terrible student. I tried finding a job, but it was too difficult. I ended up sleeping on friend's couches until I decided to call Barry, an old family friend of my parents. Barry took me in without asking any questions, only demanding I "Pay my way" by doing chores. I swept, vacuumed, did laundry and washed dishes for Barry.
Barry was about 6'2, and heavyset. He had one of those large, bowling ball shaped stomachs that stuck out far. He was 56 years old and a widower.
Me on the other hand? I couldn't be more different. I'm 5'2 on a good day, petite, with shoulder length dark brown hair and pale skin. I have a very womanly figure, you could say. Barry often said I reminded him of his wife, which I did bear a resemblance, although small.
Life was normal for the first 4 months living with Barry. I basically did housewife things, I cooked, I cleaned, I kept the house. Barry was happy with it as he was retired and didn't want to do it himself, nor wanted to spend the money on an actual maid. I was an in-between, and needed it.
When I first moved in, I had almost nothing, not even many clothing items. Barry noticed I was wearing the same things constantly and remarked on it, making me feel embarrassed. He told me to go through his wife's drawer and closet, that there may be "bisexual" pieces that I could have and wear, at least around the house if no one was seeing me in public. I thought that sounded pretty good and picked out a handful of clothing items. Barry would catch me washing dishes in his wife's shirt and say things like "Wow Ashe, I'm having deja vu looking at you, you look just like her washing those like she would." I'd giggle and joke that maybe she "inhabited my body" and we'd have a good laugh.
One evening, Barry approached me almost nervously, which he never did. I asked him "What's on your mind?"
"Ashe, this is embarrassing to ask you....and it's okay if you say no. Sharon used to help me take baths. There are places I can't quite reach well, and I need help. You've been so good here, do you think you could help me?" His face turning quite red.
"Oh...uhm...s-sure Barry..." I said hesitantly.
Barry seemed surprised at my response, I'm sure believing I'd say "Hell no"
"Oh wow Ashe! Thank you so much! You have no idea how much it'll help me out!" He said, motioning me up the stairs to his master bathroom.
"I'll go ahead and get in, you come up when you're ready" Barry continues.
"Sure, thanks..." I say quietly, not sure what I was getting myself into.
I waited fifteen minutes and headed up to the bathroom, entering to see Barry lounging in the tub, his stomach protruding out of the water like an iceberg. Barry had set out a sponge and soap, along with a small towel, folded and on the floor for my knees. I slowly knelt down and grabbed my supplies.
"It's just around my legs, and a few other places" Barry's face turned red again.
I knew where he meant, his thighs and probably his cock and balls. I could not complain, Barry had been so good to me. I had been at his house for months with no rent, only doing chores. I had to grit my teeth and bare it.
I grabbed the sponge and soap and got to work on his thighs, working the sponge like I'd wash a car. Scrubbing, then squeezing out the sponge. Before long I got to the area I feared the most, in-between his thighs. I glanced at him, and he gave me an almost "I'm sorry" look. I smiled lightly and pulled back his stomach with one hand, revealing the largest set of cock and balls I had ever seen in my life.
I audibly gasped. I was not gay, but I couldn't believe what I was looking at. Barry noticed my reaction and remarked, "Yeah, you're not the first person to do that" with a slight chuckle.
"It just...I'm..uh...I was surprised" I say, my face burning red hot. I continued my work, taking the sponge and lightly scrubbing his cock first. It kept moving side to side. I had to stabilize it to clean it properly, so I grabbed the base and began lightly rubbing the sponge up and down. Barry let out a sigh of relief as I watched his cock grow larger and larger.
It was so, so thick, like my forearm. The head looked like an apple, large, red, shining with wetness. His cock grew and grew, becoming stiff, hard as a rock. My eyes widened. I grabbed the base and pulled it upwards to clean his sack. It was absolutely massive, like two extra large eggs. I rubbed the sponge all around them, making sure to be thorough. Barry once again sighed, leaning his head back.
"I'm sorry Ashe, this just used to be our special time. She would help me bathe and well...help me in other ways" He chuckled.
"Oh, I bet" I said laughing, my eyes fixated on his now throbbing member. It was sticking out of the water now probably five full inches, with another four under the water. A bead of precum formed on the tip, running down the veiny side of his shaft.
"It's been so long..." he reminisced, his eyes closed. "I wish I could feel her touch again."
*Throb.......Throb......Throb*
His cock throbbed up and down, like a message to me - "Touch me, stroke me" it was saying. Another bead of precum formed and rolled down.
I slowly grabbed Barry's thick cock, my little hand only wrapping around three quarters of its girth. Barry let out a gasp and opened his eyes, looking at me.
