Big Puppy (1/3)

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, but I waited until my 18th birthday to avoid troubles. Not trouble for myself, but trouble for him. After all, he’s almost 10 years older than me, it would invite legal consequences and he won’t be able to defend himself.

He still lives with his parents in the house two doors down from ours. I’ve known him for all my life. When I was little I had little clue about what made him different, but as I grew up I have figured it out on my own without my parents having to tell me about it: he had some type of genetic problem that made him extremely big and muscular since an early age, much like those domesticated hyper-muscular bulls we hear from the news. This comes at several side effects however, immediately noticeable is his significantly lowered intellect, and then as he entered puberty it was obvious that he had an immense sexual urge without the brain capacity to understand what that meant.

He had been always very good to me, I’m his “dude”. He only has one “dude”. He rarely leaves the house, his parents wouldn’t let him, as his huge size and rather odd behaviours would raise alarm everywhere. And all considered, he had always been a very good boy, and a very attractive man in my eyes. His parents used to hire nurses to take care of his urges for him through simple handjobs, but the bill can pile up. Thus they agreed to me taking over this job almost immediately: I’m someone they knew for a long time, and he really likes me, plus I said I wanted to do this to help a dear friend and not for money.

I’m sure they also notice that for years I’ve stared at his huge muscular body with desire, but I don’t think they mind. Afterall, they do want happiness for their son, but options are limited for him, so they don’t want to get in the way. Besides, I’m sure they have always liked me anyways. For those who life hasn’t laid out a clear example of path for, sometimes it just simply needs to be a series of trial and errors, I’m sure his parents were thinking that way.

As for me, I don’t know what this is yet, but I know I want to get my hands on his beefy manly body, and I want him to feel good. I want to help him explore beyond just laying there and getting a handjob.

When I told him that I’d be doing the nurse’s job for him, he seemed very excited. He wasn’t shy about it, I think to him it’s just urges that he has that needs to be taken care of by someone else. It’s just a very fun game that he gets to play several times a day, a game that makes him feel very good, a game that has to be played inside of the house --- not that he can get out much anyways. He had always thought of me as his best friend, so he was ecstatic that he could be playing his favourite game with me. As for me, there were times when I see him as my best friend too, but other times I see him as a dumb but reliable big brother, a helpless sweet giant, a playful tender child, and a hormone oozing sexy man.

I’ve hid behind doors and watched him getting a handjob many times --- sometimes with him knowing, sometimes when he didn’t. I’ve always spent a lot of time at his house playing with him, and he needed “treatment” several times a day, so it was inevitable. And every time I watched as his cum guzzles out of that humongous cock, I’d cum into my pants myself. So in theory, none of this should be too new to me. Yet, the first time that I actually touched that gigantic throbbing meat as he stood there obediently like a big boy receiving a reward, it still made my heart pound as hard as a hammer.

Dude, it feels so good… He whispered in his lust-tortured deep voice, panting and sweating, his bulging muscles twitching as I worked on that meaty shaft. The heat in the room rose quickly, and I soon found myself gushing inside of my own pants. When he finally came, this gentle giant trembled like a volcano, spraying the entire room with his thick creamy seed. I of course tried to lick up and swallow as much as I could.

Ha… Ha… You like my taste? Relieved and relaxed, he smiled as he panted, and asked like an innocent child.

Yes, I assured him. Yes I did, every last drop.