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Big Puppy (3/3)
🕑 Added 2017-12-24 01:01:00 +0000 UTCMonths passed, and it was finally summer again, I gladly came home from school. After talking to both of our parents, they’ve all agreed to chide in, and buy us a small cozy apartment not far from my school once september hit again. His mom was still worried, unable to let him go live with me and leave their care. But his dad convinced her --- ultimately, they’d be gone one day, and he needed someone who knew him well to care for him. And they trusted me enough.
Thus, soon began our lives together. That small cozy apartment was always filled with the smell of his musk and cum. And he was genuinely happy there. I started to teach him some new tricks, as now that we are undeniably a couple, and a couple need to get more intimate than handjobs or nipple play.
It is simply impossible for his gigantic cock to penetrate me without killing me, thus the only rational choice is for me to penetrate him. We talked about this, I explained to him that at first there would be discomfort but soon he’d enjoy it. He thought about it for a while, but then just asked me: will you enjoy it, dude? And when I answered yes, he simply nodded with a smile. Anything to make you feel good, he said.
It didn’t take long before we turned his once tight virgin hole into a proper mancunt for my daily use, fully featured with puffy lips and meaty rims. After just a few weeks, he told me that it started to feel better getting fucked than having his huge cock stroke --- perhaps it was just his mutated genes at work, but undeniably his asshole and prostate had became a lot more sensitive, oozing transparent fluid from engorged twitching pussy lips every night as I was about to fuck him. It was great that he now preferred to get his muscle ass fucked by me, but why stop there? I soon taught him how to suck on his own huge cock while I fuck him in the ass --- and he was ecstatic to learn this new trick.
Years go by, we never moved out of this small, cozy apartment. That’s because in four years of undergrad, he had gradually got to know some of the kind people in this building, and were accepted as who he truly was: a gentle loving giant. He was happy. I did not want to disturb that, so I stayed for grad school, another 7 years of it. By the end of my PhD, he had started to volunteer for the building, lifting heavy objects for the superintendent, eventually offered a job doing the same thing. Of course, upon learning of this I immediately decided to stay for post-doc, and go into academia.
So here I am, standing on the podium and speaking to you as your professor. Remember that huge muscle hunk who helped me lifting this projector earlier in the class? That’s him. What I wanted to tell you with this story, is that despite everything changing around rapidly in your life, sometimes it can be so simple. All you need to know is what you really want, what makes you happy. And the realization that this happiness will never come falling out of the sky, you need to make sacrifices and work hard to keep it. And that’s it. Now if you excuse me, I need to go back home and fuck my simple, gentle, huge, muscular husband of 30 years.
