First thanks to theMasterBaiter for editing both of my stories. Second, "Thanks" to all the gifted writers here for the story's that help me cum. If you like this story it could be more than one part. If it suits the fans. I could see it possibly being four parts. So let me know. All persons in this story are over the age of eighteen. The story may not be for everyone, but then why would you be looking in the category?
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Cherry,
He was a mountain of a man. Standing six foot six, weighing in at 240 pounds of bones and muscles. Bones and muscles are not uncommon for a man, any man, but this Adonis was the alpha; wherever he went he commanded the room. His size intimidated me, so we didn't hang out much. Actually never. I think he was a model, bodybuilder or something like that. Paid ridiculous amounts of money to show off. Who really knew? I know he was making great money. It's almost a prerequisite on our block. A commanding black man who was known as Turner.
He lived on the same cul-de-sac as I did in an upscale neighborhood with his beauty of a wife, a blond goddess, huge tits and a very nice ass. His lady took my breath away, and made my cock hard. This trophy wife was the envy of every other wife, she was charming and elegant. With an infectious laugh and a sexy smile. Wendy was her name. The object of my fantasies.
When in public together, the couple turned heads of both sexes! The poster couple for the perfect marriage. Or was it?
It was late in the fall. I'd just finished with the leaves and grass. Admiring my work as I enjoyed a beer, a deep voice shook me from my daydream.
"Can I use your leaf blower, mine just gave out. "Turner was casting quite the shadow and I happened to be in it.
"Of course you can." I said, thinking that it must be nice just to use your good looks to get what you want. I gave him what he came for, and just as quickly he vanished in the recesses of his yard. A privacy wall surrounded his property, with wrought iron rail gating. Beautiful, secure and private. I'd often wondered what it looked like.
Weeks went by and I had forgotten the incident altogether when the phone rang. It was Wendy wondering if I could assist Turner with a small chore in the yard. With my wife away visiting her sick mom, I thought why not?
I walked the three house distance in the Indian summer we were having wearing what I usually did, a tank top and board shorts. My flip-flops smacked along the stroll. I'm not a big guy, never played sports, more of a geek. I'm thin, one thirty soaking wet, my wife in her heels is taller than my five foot six fame. A bit of an eighty's boy my hair was down to the middle of my back. Enjoying the sun as I stood before the gate, I pressed the button and waited.
Wendy's voice was the one that answered, and granted me entrance to their castle. Figuring Turner was around the back of the property, I casually turned the corner and almost passed out. There without a stitch of clothes on was Wendy, nursing a margarita in her lounger.
The second shock came when I saw that Turner was next to her in exactly in the same condition, bare for all.
I must have been staring for some time, when Wendy broke the silence stating the obvious. "We're nudist." I took a mental picture of that goddess, for beat material later. Stunning was not even close to describing her beauty. Turner found his voice soon after. I tuned to him as he spoke.
"Not sure you can help, I may have to call another bud" Pointing to the stump he was trying to remove from his yard. It was a rather small stump. Not like the stump Turner was packing. Even soft his cock was three times bigger than mine. That monster must split his Barbie in two when they fuck. I watched as sweat rolled down his abs to the base of that huge cock. Darting my eyes away, I think he did see me staring at it, I don't know why my eyes even looked, Why does traffic slow down at a bad accident? Do they secretly want to see a mangled body? I'm heterosexual my eyes stayed on his face. Designing software for a popular gaming platform. I studied the stump. Water had been used to soften the soil. Most of the dirt had been cleared, exposing a few core roots. Some of those roots even failed to compare to the other leg that dangled between his. Knowing there was no hope of me helping..I wondered why they even asked for it.
"A tractor is your answer, a small one won't be much to rent." I offered my advice. Hoping he would not have me attempt such a task. Turner kept his focus on the stump, as if trying to read its mind. I kept sneaking peeks at Wendy when I could. When I could not, it was the stump and his stump I looked at. Wishing mine could be half that big, only made me more pathetic.