Mr. Karl Plays Rough

In the meantime, Mr. Karl was chewing my bottom up, and I was loving it. His stiff cock was much easier to handle than the flaccid version, and I could tell that he loved my lips going up and down his exposed head. Even hard, his cock had a rubbery feel to it that made it very pliable. He finally pulled it out of my mouth and rolled off of the bed, rummaging through the drawer of the night table.

His body looked like a Greek statue, glistening with sweat, except I had never seen one with and enormous erect cock swinging wildly in front of it. What my old gym teacher pulled out of the drawer was something that looked a little similar to that cock of his; a long rubbery looking dildo that he obviously had educational plans for.

Mr. Karl had a tube of lube which he applied liberally to the dildo before kneeling down next to me on the bed and rolling me on my back. He reached down and, grabbing my dick between his thumb and index finger, began jerking me off hard.

"Don't cum!" he said gruffly, and I bit my lip to fight back the urge.

Mr. Karl's other hand reached lower, and I felt an oiled finger graze against my butt before being slammed into my ass roughly, causing me to recoil in pain and shock. Mr. Karl's finger churned and twisted inside of me for a few seconds, and then I felt him try to get another finger in there as well. Those thick stubby fingers were spreading me out wide, and I cried out in pain until he gave up.

"You got a tight one on you Timmy," Mr. Karl said. "We'll loosen you up though."

With that, Mr. Karl took his finger out of me and brought the rubbery dildo over, having me spread my legs and relax, something that was easier said than done. I felt the greasy tool penetrate me, and then he began sliding it in and out of me, getting a little more in with every thrust. He finally got about half of the foot long wang into me when he stopped working it around inside of me, leaving it in me and going back to my dick.

Mr. Karl seemed upset that I had lost my erection, and his mouth attacked it with a vengance, swallowing it and then pulling on it hard with his mouth. I was hard in no time again, and when he was satisfied, climbed on top of me like he was a gymnast, and I was a pommel horse.

Wordlessly, the sweaty behemoth straddled my crotch, reaching down to grab my dick and lowering himself onto it. Without any lubrication, my dick still slid into his ass with little trouble, and he began moving up and down on me.

Mr. Karl got a little upset at first when my modest stem fell out of him a few times, before he adjusted his movements to take into account my size. Soon he was rocking hard and fast on me, his ass muscles clamped down tight around my dick. Mr. Karl's cock was bobbing crazily as he moved up and down on me, his cock repeatedly slapping against my stomach and then springing back up again with each movement.

"Don't cum yet!" he muttered between pants and grunts. "Wait until I tell you."

I bit my lip and tried my best to hold off my orgasm, and the sight of that cock waving in front of me was no help. Finally Mr. Karl began grunting and moaning wildly, his hands on his thighs digging into his own skin.

"CUM!!!" Mr. Karl bellowed, and amazingly I did as he ordered, my dick spurting seed into his ass.

While I came, Mr. Karl made an unearthly sound; part yell, part moan and part who-knows-what. His eyes were rolling back in their sockets as he howled, and to my amazement, his cock began squirting cum all over my chest and neck. This despite him never having touched himself.

This sight had my own dick spasming in delight, and Mr. Karl's muscles ass clamped down on my stem savagely while it twitched inside of him

before withering away and falling out of him limply.

Mr. Karl only then grabbed his cock for the first time, giving it a series of long and hard pulls, squeezing out another stringy rope of cum which joined the puddle on my upper torso. With his cock in hand, he worked the pool of his spunk around with his weapon like an artist using his brush, until climbing off me and falling onto his back.

"Now get me hard again," Mr. Karl said, wiggling his now flaccid member around idly.

Chapter 7. Again?

I thought he was joking, but when I looked over to him I realized that wasn't the case, so I rolled over toward him. The dildo was still halfway up my ass, but when I reached back to remove it I was stopped by Mr. Karl.

"Leave that in there," he commanded, and had me kneel beside him.

As I leaned over to lick the underside of Mr. Karl's limp hose, which was laying back on his stomach, he began to move the appliance in and out of my ass slowly.

"You like the way that feels Timmy?" Mr. Karl rasped as I licked his cock, feeling his seed grow cold and crusty on my neck and chest. "Like the way it goes in and out of you? What a beautiful ass you have on you. Just looking at you will make me hard again in no time."

Seeing how this senior citizen Adonis was pushing sixty, I figured that he might be kidding, and so I was surprised when I felt his cock start to stir after a few minutes of me licking and teasing it. I straightened up and looked at Mr. Karl for approval.

"Pull on it," he said, and I complied, or so I thought.

"Come on Timmy - really pull on my cock!" Mr. Karl demanded.

With that I gave it a savage yank, expecting him to cry out in pain. Instead, he groaned with pleasure.

"That's it!" Mr. Karl said approvingly, and so I began pulling on his cock as hard as I could, stretching the skin at the base of his member wildly as I yanked at his rubbery manhood with enthusiasm.

The elasticity of his cock was surreal to watch, and it must have been good for him, because ever so slowly his cock was getting a little stiffer. His breathing became more rapid, as was the thrusting of the tool Mr. Karl continued to probe me with. Harder and deeper he penetrated me with it, causing me to gasp out in pain as he tested my capacity.

"You like that, don't you Timmy?" he said knowingly as he nodded toward my dick, which was hard again. "Fun being young and full of cum, isn't it? Here... climb on top of me."

My mentor had me mount him so that our crotches were aligned, and he held his cock upright with his hand bracing the semi-erect tool.

"Rub your dick against mine," Mr. Karl said as he pulled down his foreskin and held the base of his tool tightly with his fingers, the richly veined beige weapon swaying lazily in his grip.

My dick next to Mr. Karl's cock looked absurd. It was almost as if we weren't even the same species, I thought to myself as I touched the head of Mr. Karl's cock with my boner. My pale and puny dick was dwarfed by his enormous cock, and excitement raged through me as I recognized how much this excited me.

A tiny bead of semen was on the tip of his dick, and I rubbed my dick into it, sending a shiver down both of our bodies. This caused cum to ooze out of his raised slit, and I worked my crown all over it.

"Mmmmm... that feels good, doesn't it Timmy? I love the way we look together, don't you?" he asked as he watched our cock heads caress, and I nodded in response.

"You like my cock Timmy?" Mr. Karl asked with a smirk. "I had a funny feeling that you really liked the big ones. Is mine big enough for you?" he asked and got another nod for an answer.

"You want this cock inside you, don't you Timmy? You're gonna like that aren't you?" he asked me. "You like the way this feels right now I'll bet, our cocks rubbing together. I'll bet you want to cum right now."

My thumb and index finger worked up and down my dick, under Mr. Karl's watchful eye, as I rubbed the sensitive openings of our organs together.

"That's it Timmy - work that pecker of yours," he said gruffly. "Shoot your load all over me."

Straddling Mr. Karl's muscular thigh, I felt his hairy leg rubbing against my balls and crotch as I humped him, and I found myself cumming fast. I groaned as I tried to cum where he wanted me to. It wasn't much of a load, already having cum three times that evening, but I squeezed out as much as I could onto his cock as he worked it into his skin.

As my dick went limp, Mr. Karl took my hands and put them on his cock.

"Jack me - hard!" he bellowed, and my hands began working up and down the pliable shaft.

He told me to squeeze him harder, and to jerk him off like I meant it, and I did the best I could, even though it seemed like it would be painful. As I stroked him, he applied some lubricant to himself, and my hands were soon working hard and fast up and down the shaft.

"Don't stop," Mr. Karl said gruffly and he fiddled with something that looked like a watchband, putting it around the base of his cock and making it incredibly tight on him, cutting into the skin deeply.

His cock was soon as crimson as his face was, and then without a word he moved from beneath me and threw me down on the bed face first. I felt him yank the fake cock out of my ass, and as he mounted me, I heard myself ask - beg Mr. Karl.

"Please don't hurt me."

I'm not sure whether the sound he made was a grunt, or a chuckle, but after I felt the head of his cock tear into my anus, it really didn't matter.

Chapter 8. Inside me.

I was shocked at first, when I felt his cock penetrate me. It didn't hurt as much as I had thought it might. Perhaps it was because although Mr. Karl was certainly erect enough to get inside me, his cock still had a very rubbery feel to it. It was almost as if a cock the length and thickness of his simply could not get that rigid, blue-steel type of hardness, and that was a good thing too.

As my insides gave way to accommodate his girth, I tried to relax and enjoy this unusual coupling. Mr. Karl had mounted me in the same rough manner he had been using right along, and the feel of his sweaty, hairy body clmaped around me was exciting enough as it was, but when he began thrusting into me with increasing speed and force, he began making noise. A lot of noise.

With every thrust into me, Mr. Karl would grunt gutturally, and soon these grunts turned into moans and growls. I felt like I was being taken by some savage beast, whose sweat sprayed over my helpless torso with every probing jab, and I was loving it.

On and on this went; and my body was being tossed around to suit his fancy. Even though I was taller and about the same weight as he was, Mr. Karl threw me around like a rag doll, putting me into different positions and continuing his onslaught into my aching orifice.

I was soon on my back with my butt elevated, and I got to watch as Mr. Karl fucked me. His face and neck were a brilliant beet red color, and he had a look in his eyes that was positively feral. Sweat sprayed over me like a shower as he had me hold my legs open so he could work unimpeded.

His fingers grabbed my abused dick and I winced as he pulled on my flaccid tube, stretching it to ridiculous extremes, and I was too scared and excited to ask him to stop, no matter how much it hurt me.

Once again my body surprised me, because even though I was limp as a noodle, I felt a numbing sensation in my dick, and soon found myself squirting out a little cum that felt good in a way that was almost painful.

The sight of me cumming drove Mr. Karl wild. He began savagely thrusting into me, the slapping sounds of his body against mine sounding like thunder to me. I was tossed onto my stomach and he resumed this relentless attack. How long had this been going on? I had no idea, but it seemed like an hour at least, even though that would have been impossible. How much longer could he go on?

More importantly, how much more could I take. My insides felt like they had been destroyed. I had passed the pain stage quite a while ago, and I was now somewhere else, hoping and praying for him to cum, while the rhythmic slapping of his body crashing into mine echoed like thunder in my ears.

Mercifully, he did cum soon afterward, clutching me tightly in a bear hug as he fell into me, impaling me with what felt like the full length of him, which caused me to cry out in pain. The ensuing blasts of his seed that his cock spewed inside of me were soothing, and I enjoyed his manhood jumping inside me with each spurt until his orgasm finally ebbed.

I felt the heat of his body against me as his cock finally was pulled out of me, and even though he was not inside me, it still felt like he was. Eventually he got out of bed and helped me up as well, saying we were going to take a shower.

My legs refused to cooperate however, and I had to lean on Mr. Karl as he led me into the shower.

Chapter 9. Comforting.

It occured to me as I stepped gingerly into the shower stall with Mr. Karl that I was walking just like he was. The aching reached from stem to stern, as my dick, balls and ass were all throbbing uncomfortably.

The discomfort took a great deal away from what would have been a great experience, getting to scrub his magnificent body instead of meekly rubbing the soap on him as I leaned against the wall of the shower. Mr. Karl sensed that I was in tough shape, and so he tenderly cleaned my genitals, taking special care as the soap burned my bottom.

After the shower, as I awkwardly walked out of the bathroom with him, Mr. Karl suddenly reached down and gathered me up in his arms and carried me down the hall, almost like I was a child. I protested a little but it also gave him a chance to display his incredible stength, as he brought me into another bedroom, having destroyed the one we had been in.

He put me face down on the mattress gently, and in a minute I felt his hand between my ass cheeks. I started to protest, because I knew that I could not take any more of it, but he quietly told me to relax, and as his finger gently slid inside me, I felt a soothing coolness envelop me, taking away the pain that I had been experiencing.

After finishing his treatment, he covered me with a sheet before crawling in next to me and holding me close. I fell asleep shortly afterward, totally exhausted from the entire evening.

I awoke later, the faint night light of the clock telling me that I had slept for quite a while. The throbbing of all my private parts was still there, and so was Mr. Karl. He was laying on his side with the head propped up with one hand, and his other hand gently stroking the smooth skin above my dick.

As my eyes adjusted to being awake, I looked down to see that my dick was starting to get hard despite the fact that it was discolored and sore. I followed the hand up to his owner, who smiled at me when our eyes met.

"Sorry if I woke you up, but I couldn't help myself," Mr. Karl said softly as his fingers applied pressure around the base of my dick without touching it, and my dick got rock hard as a result.

"Unbelievable!" he said as he looked down at my dick. "You're such a virile young man that I just can't believe it. How I envy you."

I thought he was making fun of me for a second, but the look he was giving me was sincere, and he got up to his knees and moved down the bed. His lips slowly encircled my dick and slid slowly down, the warm moistness soothing me as he swallowed me.

What followed in the next ten minutes or so was the most tender and caring treatment I had ever experienced in my life. Mr. Karl's lips and tongue made love to my dick in a way that was so unlike what had come before that it seemed impossible this was the same man who had savaged me earlier.

My hand slid over his back and down to his ass while he made love to my penis, softly masssaging his rock hard torso as his mouth worked magic, and I couldn't resist reaching down between his legs and grabbing his flaccid member, holding onto it as he eventually brought me to a teeth-rattling orgasm.

When I finally stopped erupting into his mouth, Mr. Karl crawled back up to join me, wrapping his beefy arm around me and holding me tight to him, until sleep returned to me.

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