Another younger/older, 'bearotica' romance from yours truly.
I sense that many fans of the genre prefer the younger and smaller fellow's point of view, so I'm giving that a try in this one. This is my first attempt at a longer story arc. It develops at a slower-than-normal pace for my writing, but I assure you it lives up to the promise of the opening passage.
As always, I encourage your comments and feedback. Any submitted with a working email address will receive a prompt and meaningful reply.
Disclaimers:
Only Literotica has my permission to publish this work and all characters are at least eighteen years of age.
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THE CARNY
by bhart1
Part One:
I felt Roy tense up beneath me and his fat cock began to pulse in my mouth. I cinched my lips to its substantial girth to receive his gift. It jetted into the tight suction I'd created on him in anticipation of it.
Once he relaxed I lifted my head from his loins with a noisy slurp and proudly showed him my tongue swimming in his copious discharge. Seeing how pleased he was I gulped it down.
"Did I do good?" I asked.
"You did great, sport!" he assured me with a loving smile.
I was a totally smitten eighteen year old. The gentle giant hooked his huge hands under my shoulders and effortlessly dragged me from between his thighs up onto his furry, planet-sized belly. He stuffed my mouth on his thick tongue. Palming the back of my head in one of his platter-sized paws, he pressed my face to his.
The scrape of his end-of-day beard stubble on my youthful skin went straight to my cock like an electric shock. I instinctively responded by hunching the prodigious paunch that parted my legs. He giggled as I erupted in an intense orgasm of my own during his passionate kiss, matting his belly hair in my viscous emission as I began to glide around on him.
"My angel," he sighed as he gently rolled me off to his side.
He scooped my load off our stomachs onto his cock-thick fingers and inserted them into my mouth one by one for me to suck clean. The strong arm on which my head rested, the upper portion of which was easily as big around as one of my thighs, folded around my shoulders and drew me in. I twined a lock of his luxurious chest hair around my index finger.
"I love sucking you so much!" I confessed.
"Mmmmhhh...I sure can't remember anyone ever doing a finer job of it," he almost whispered as he cradled me in his arms.
I sank my fingers down in the layer of fat that covered Roy's expansive chest and appreciatively kneaded them into the dense musculature beneath it. He peppered the top of my head with affectionate kisses before reaching down with his free hand to pull the sheet up over us. I reveled in the safety of his embrace.
Looking up into his sexually sated gaze, I felt only pride in my accomplishment. We drifted off together while I nestled down in the security I couldn't imagine anyone but him being able to provide me.
* * * * *
The summer after my high school graduation in 1973 was full of adventure and self-discovery. I'll remember it for the rest of my life.
It was the perfect antidote for the tragedy that befell me when, just after the start of my senior year, my grandfather died. I loved him very much and losing him devastated me.
He owned a small but thriving horse farm in a semi-rural community a bit north of Lexington, Kentucky, and the summers I spent working it with him were precious to me. The work was hard but rewarding.
My dad and his brother, Bruce, had stayed nearby but never really cottoned to the physical labor that was involved in its modest success. When Granddad died they sold his business off for a surprisingly tidy sum that they split evenly.
In retrospect, Uncle Bruce was a fun loving kid-at-heart kind of fellow. One of my favorite memories of him is that, from the time I was old enough to escape the constant supervision of my parents, each July he would take me to the small traveling carnival that stopped in our town - every evening of its week long run.
He would ride all the rides with me, win me stuffed animals at the gaming tents and take me through all the corny sideshows over and over again. He seemed just as entranced by it all as I was.
One of his favorite sideshows was a 'Dance of the Seven Veils' type girly show. It had probably been pretty risque during the hey-day of that kind of traveling show but, by the time I came along, the barker who collected admission for it assured him it was nothing that could corrupt the morals of a youngster my age.
Bruce was utterly smitten by Fabulous Frieda, the girl who headlined it. My main attraction was to the lengthy chats we engaged in with the barker before and after the shows.
His name, we learned, was Roy McManus and he was this imposing man-mountain who inexplicably fascinated me. The rich, resonant bass tones of his voice enveloped me like a soft security blanket.
He was jollier than Santa Claus, with an ever-present smile that always gave me a heart-warming tingle. It was wreathed in grandfatherly jowls and he had this close cropped mane of silver hair that framed the upper half of his round, handsome face. Deeply creased crow's feet flanked coal gray eyes that always had a twinkle in them.
He had the widest, thickest shoulders and the biggest, strongest looking arms and hands I think I've seen to this very day. His wide, prominent jaw line set it all off with an air of unquestionable authority. I was in love with the way his strong chin rested so comfortably on his immense chest every time he looked down to speak with me.
Over the ensuing years we struck up quite an acquaintance with Mr. McManus and I always got a twinge of sadness at the end of their week's stay, wondering if I could last the twelve months it would take for me to see him again. Every year I would try so hard to memorize his most striking features and then panic as their details became fuzzier and less accurate - until the next July rolled around to refresh my memory.
That carnival became a ritual Uncle Bruce and I engaged in every summer right through high school. I was growing and maturing year by year, but Roy seemed to remain unchanged by time.
Yet, even as we became almost even in height, I still reverted to the smitten little boy who first set eyes on him every time I stood in his commanding presence. My fascination with our stark size difference in every other respect seemed undying.
When my sexuality began to awaken during adolescence I added another of Roy's manly features to my already long list of favorites. I came to realize that the great lump in the left leg of his otherwise roomy looking trousers was his balls.
Their potency became the stuff of legend in my young mind during the hours I spent imagining him naked. After getting a look at a porno magazine in my mid-teens his giant naked form began engaging in sex with the petite Frieda, who had remained the apple of Bruce's eye as much as Roy had mine.
Much to my surprise, just after my senior year resumed in January Uncle Bruce told me that he'd learned our beloved carnival had fallen on such hard times that it might cease operation. He then shared that he'd decided to use some of his windfall from the sale of Granddad's horse farm to purchase controlling interest and lend it some of his keen business acumen.
That news elevated him to almost celebrity staus in my eyes.
He also told me that the advance man, who traveled a step ahead of the carnival to secure each county's fairgrounds and purchase the required operating licenses, had decided to retire. He had become too frail for the road and especially for overseeing the carnival's rigrous one-day set up prior to each week's stand.
Uncle Bruce then shared that Roy had been the man's appointed overseer for striking the carnival when it concluded and packing it up to travel to the next stop. So, as the new principal owner, he had engineered the former advance man a more than adequate retirement and promoted Roy to fill his position.
I was thrilled for Roy that he'd been promoted but, at the same time, was once again devastated that I would probably never see him again either. Both of the men I most admired had seemingly been taken from me in only four months time.
