Robert Greddon was a strong man. He really worked hard to always make sure that his wife had everything she needed. He was the kind of man that I wanted to be. And I respected him one helluva lot. Me, well, I'm Carson Wilde. The kids at middle school used to call me Wild Kid Carson. Yup, ever since I was little, I've always been as turbulent as my last name. My alcoholic parents always had a difficult time disciplining me. And after constantly beating up my sisters and brothers, and running away a couple of times, at 14 years old, Robert Greddon and his wife invited me to live in their home. Mrs. Greddons was my Sunday school teacher when I was a little kid, and she always seemed to understand me. She could give me a look, and I would feel a need to want to be good. She lived a few blocks away. And it seemed that every time I was about to kick some kid's ass, or about to perform an act of vandalism, there she would be. Out of nowhere, there she would be, and all my anger, fear and frustration would just dissolve away. I felt peaceful when I was around her. She would ask me how I was doing. And I would say "Fine", and before I knew it, I was feeling "fine". One night she invited me to her house to have dinner with her and her husband, Robert. And, dang, I felt safe and peaceful with him too. And soon, before I knew it, they had invited me to live in their home until I became 18. And as you can guess, my dipso parents were glad to get rid of me. It was a work-for-board situation, with Mr. and Mrs. Greddon, and I had to do all kinds of chores to earn my lodgings and my meals. At first I hated the idea of having to mow the lawn, rake leaves, varnish and shellac floors, carry out garbage, cleaning debris out of the rain gutters, and so forth. But Mr. and Mrs. Greddon were such real and beautiful people, that I learned to love having to work for the first time. And I actually liked them telling me what to do, because they were decent, honest and sober folks. And those years were the best years of my childhood. I learned one hell of a lot from both Mr. and Mrs. Greddon. And they were always really proud of me. With them, I actually learned to believe that it was good thing to be alive, and that the world really was actually a pretty cool place.

But about six months before my 18th birthday, a tragic accident changed everything forever. Mrs. Greddon was alone one evening. I was doing late clean-up work down at the Help Center, and as usual, Mr. Greddon was working late for extra money. It seems that Mrs. Greddon fell asleep after she had lit several scented candles for relaxation. Somehow the candles started a fire and she didn't wake up in time to get out. The house burned down, killing Mrs. Greddon and destroying every possession that was in the house.

Mrs. Greddon's death completely devastated Mr. Greddon; and me too, really. After the funeral Mr. Greddon learned that the house insurance had lapsed and he wouldn't be getting one thin dime from the policy. I thought for sure that he'd be sending me back to my parents, or off to foster care; or just going on with his life without me. It hurt like hell to think like that. But that seemed to be the way the world really is, don't it? But, Mr. Greddon wouldn't hear of it. He wanted me with him. Wow! In so many words, he kinda told me that he needed me to lean on. Dang, I felt like I was ten feet tall.

Mr. Greddon wasn't no millionaire, so money was tight, and we moved into a small studio apartment. That was just until Mr. Greddon got some old debts all caught up. And hell, when I graduate in June, I could also get me a better job.

Mr. Greddon told me that since I was still a growing boy, I could use the sofa bed and he could either sleep in the stuffed chair or on the floor. I thought damn, no...and insisted that we share the bed. Reluctantly, he finally accepted. He began working 12-18 hour days to ensure we had food to eat, clothes on our back and could buy all the other stuff we needed.

It was like just too good to be true. I don't think my own mom and pop could have treated me any better than that. Just the thought of him working so hard to make a decent life for me, kinda made my eyes watery every now and then.

I did my part and made sure Mr. Greddon had something to eat when he got home. I kept the apartment clean and took on as much responsibility as I could. And I still did my damndest to keep my grades up to A's and B's just as he and Mrs. Greddon had taught me. It wasn't easy, but I sure a hell wasn't about to let Mr. Greddon down, cause I wanted to do everything that I could for him.

Six months after his wife's death, Mr. Greddon still hadn't gotten over her death. He worked all the time and had no social life at all. I knew that he hadn't had any sex at all. And I was also pretty sure he hadn't even as much jacked off in that time either. I could tell from how irritable he was sometimes that he was horny as hell. I wished there was something I could do for him.

One night, after a really long day at work, Mr. Greddons came home. I had dinner waiting for him. It was my birthday and I had cooked an extra good meal, even though I'm really not that good of cook. But somehow I never got any complaints.

"Thanks for the usually great dinner, Carson.....and Happy Birthday! You're a man today, huh?" he said, reaching over to mess up my hair. He looked at me for a bit, as he seemed to be forming words in his mind. Then in a kinda hoarse voice, he said what I great kid I was, and that he didn't think he could have made it over the rough spots without me. I felt them damn tears happening again so I quickly blurted out that, heck, I sure didn't mind taking care of him, at all.

After dinner, Mr. Greddon climbed into bed, and removed his pajama bottoms under the sheet. He liked to sleep naked, but didn't want to bare himself in front of me, even though we slept in the same bed.

I watched him for a while as he slipped off into the dream zone. He lay there on his back and I watched as his cock began to create a tent in the bed sheet. I knew he was super horny and also knew that he wouldn't even take out enough time to jack off to relieve himself. I'm sure he wanted to, but would have to do it while I was there, and that wouldn't be appropriate in his mind. So I decided that for everything he had done for me, I had to do something for him. I climbed onto the sofa bed next to him and pulled the sheet back to reveal his hard quivering cock. Damn! That thing was at least 8 inches long and very thick. For several minutes I watched him breathe in and out as he slept, to make sure he was sound asleep. Slowly I reached over and grasp his warm thick rigid cock. Wow...sensations I never experienced before were shooting wild and crazy throughout my body. It was sort of like a natural high, like a blast that you get from a gulp of tequila. I kinda got dizzy for a couple of seconds and couldn't catch my breath.

Pulling myself together, I began to stroke it slowly, slowly, slowly. I used the same pressure that I used when I first began to jack myself off at 13 years old. Wow, what a super thrill. I was jacking off my mentor, my protector, my hero. My heart was thundering and my own dick was pounding like crazy between my legs. Gradually, I began to increase the speed of the stroke and the pressure of the stroke. I had an urge to reach down and stroke my own meat, but for some reason felt afraid to.

I paused when he moaned, but he didn't wake. After a few seconds I continued stroking him again. It only took a few more moments of jacking his cock when he began to shoot his load. Wow. It was a huge load. It was like that geyser out west called Old Faithful! It went everywhere when it squirted into the air. It also landed in my hair, on my face and chest, and all over my forearms and hands. When his body began to jerk and squirm, and I quickly pulled up the sheet and rolled over on my stomach; pretending to be sleep. "What the hell," I heard him say, "Fuck, I must've had a wet dream." he grumbled as I felt the bed moving from him wiping himself off.

The next morning, Mr. Greddon didn't say anything, but he changed the sheets. But I saw that he was feeling a lot better and a lot less stressed. I was glad I was able to help.

As Mr. Greddon left for work that morning, he insisted I call him Robert, now that I was a man. He also made a special request for me to do the laundry before I went to school. As he closed the door, I walked over to grab the pile of sheets to put them in the washer. Picking them up I found a spot where a huge load of Robert's cum had landed. There it was...a big, caked-hard spot of Robert's man juices. I lifted it to my nose and took a whiff. It smelled awesome; it smelled just like him and I found myself getting a boner. I had never even gotten the least bit excited when looking at the other guys in the shower at PE. But here I was getting all churned up and turned on by Robert's cum. Like a hungry cat at a saucer of milk I began to lap at the spot with my tongue. I licked and licked, tasting the cum as my slobbering tongue moistened the spot on the sheets. My cock got as hard as a rock. Shaking I unfastened my pants and shoved them to the floor, and started jacking off as I licked and sniffed the dried cum. Getting weak in the knees, I shot a huge fucking load; one of the biggest loads I had ever shot. Damn!

Then the reality of what happened hit me, and I was kicked with a sudden wave of guilt. I dropped the sheets and stuffed them into the washer. I vowed to myself to forget what had happened. But soon found that it was the only thing I could think about.

In the following weeks, my memory of jacking off Robert while he slept constantly filled my mind. He never said anything to me about his "wet dream", and of course, I never said anything to him. But it was on my mind constantly, and I would get steel-hard and sweaty every time I remembered his hot thick cum shooting out the way it did and landing all over me.

It was especially worse at night when Robert and I slept next to each other on the sofa bed. We both slept naked and I lived for the times when his leg would brush mine. And the truth be told, Robert became the only thing I could think about. Where I once had only thoughts about girls, constantly thinking about how I could get into their tight little wet pussies, now the thoughts were all about Robert. Thoughts of Robert's hard, brawny middle-aged body, and his big thick cock with its white juicy juice filled my every waking thought. Desperately, I want to touch Robert's cock again. But also, deep inside, I knew that I wanted more than to just touch it. After several weeks had passed, I could tell that he had built up a good reserve of cum again. I could feel it. And, boy, was I aching to help him out again.

I saw my chance one night when Robert came home. He was really exhausted and he popped a sleeping pill to help him get a good night's rest. I knew that when he took those pills, a bulldozer coming through the apartment couldn't wake him up. I sat at the table doing my homework, waiting until he finally fell into a deep sleep. Then quickly stripping off all my clothes, I climbed into bed. I pulled back the sheets and gently rolled Robert over onto his back, his rock hard cock slapping against his flat, muscular stomach. In a flash, I grabbed hold of his thick, veined cock and started stroking. I took my time, this time. I wasn't in any hurry to make him cum. I wanted it to last as long as it could, 'cause I knew he wasn't going to be waking up.

For several minutes, almost in a trance, I stroked and massaged his cock, relishing the feel of his warm, throbbing prick between my fingers. I then got an urge I couldn't resist. I tried to fight the urge, but before I knew what I was doing I was leaning forward and down and tasting Robert's cock. Cautiously, I darted out my tongue, licking the head of his cock.

Wow...The tip of my tongue on the sticky head of that cock seemed to electrify me; my whole body began to jolt and shimmer with a new, pleasurable energy. Everything suddenly became light and easy, and new and safe, and I felt as though nothing could ever harm me again. Without any more hesitation, I quickly began licking that stiff, awesome dick more hungrily, more greedily, and more happily. My wet tongue licked all over the head of that cock, drinking in that endless flow of his pre-cum that oozed out of the piss hole. Then my tongue started to travel up and down the whole length of that hot, scented piece of meat. I fuckin' loved it! After licking his entire cock and balls, I began to slide my mouth all over his cock and started to suck him. I was sucking him! I couldn't believe it! But it was like pure instinct. It seemed that I knew just exactly what to do. I started to loudly suck on his thick, trembling and throbbing cock, bobbing and bouncing up and down on it like a boy with a big fat juicy lollipop in his mouth. And I sure as hell felt like I was in the Candy Shoppe. And it sure felt so damn good having his tasty cock in my mouth. I almost wished he was awake and was wanting me to do it, just as much as I was wanting to be doin' it. I would have loved to hear him urging me on, telling me how much he really loved it. Yeah...but I knew there was never any chance of that ever happening.

I gobbled and slurped up and down on his dick for while before I began to feel him getting ready to explode his man juice. I started to suck him even harder as I hotly massaged his big, sweet hairy balls. Instinctively Robert's body began to hump with fucking thrusts as he started to cum. And during that humping his expanding cock seemed to stretch another inch as he splattered my tonsils and throat with a huge load of his thick, white cum. And the more cum his cock released, all the harder I forced myself to swallow. Damn, it was good. Thrusting his cock deep in my mouth and throat, he shot load, after load, after load. And you can bet your ass that I drank it all, except for the small amount that dribbled out of my mouth. But it was instantly lapped up by my agile, searching, cum-hungry tongue.

Finally, he relaxed on the bed, well-spent; and after two or three minutes, his cock went limp in my mouth. I then rolled over and happily went to sleep.

In the morning I could see once again how relaxed and un-stressed Robert was. As for me, I was still wanting more from my experience, and now knew how to get it. I wasn't desiring sex with other guys, just Robert. And I wanted it all.

Robert and his cock remained all that I could think about twenty-four-seven. Despite the danger in it all, I began jacking him off and sucking him off on a regular basis. I couldn't help myself. It had become an addiction. I honestly couldn't live without the taste of his cum in my mouth everyday.

One day Robert came home early. He told me he wanted to talk to me. My heart began racing at the thought of what the possible subject might be. He started off telling me that recently he had been feeling a great deal less stressed. He said at first he thought he was having wet dreams again. But said that after a while he realized he had been cumming, but there was no evidence on the sheets. My heart was still racing. I just sat there in silence, unsure what I should say, if anything. He went on to tell me that he eventually thought that I was involved in some way, but wasn't sure. He then told me he had borrowed some equipment from a friend of his and began videotaping us at night.

My face must have turned white when he told me this. I suddenly began shaking with shame. He then jumped to his feet and popped in a video tape. It immediately began to show a scene from the other night where I had sucked his cock and then jerked myself off. I didn't know whether to shout, scream or just run out the door and far away. Many long ago, forgotten fears of my childhood filled my mind. One in particular was when my dad used to shout and scream at us before he'd beat the shit out of us. All of that horror was now back to haunt and control me; and I became that frightened little boy again.

"Carson," he said, "What the hell were you thinking?"

I began to sputter; my dry throat seemed to have closed. But somehow I found the courage to tell him that it started off because I wanted to help him. But that it had gotten to the point where I loved doing it so much, I couldn't help myself, and didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop.

"You liked sucking my cock?" he asked. I answered honestly, telling him that I really liked it......a whole lot. And then told him that I didn't want to be with any other guy, just him; that other men don't turn me on, sexually.

He finally said that he wasn't angry with me, and that he was grateful I had just wanted to help him - but that it could never happen again. He somehow felt that it just didn't seem appropriate. That was just paranoia, but I knew better than to argue with him. He continued on to say that he would take care of his own sexual desires from then on.

Robert began jacking off after that. I knew he was doing it when his showers took ten minutes longer than they had before. As much as I wanted to share in them with him, I didn't say another word.

Several weeks after our talk, Robert came home early again. He had a videotape and asked if I minded if he put it in. I told him I didn't and we sat down on the sofa to watch it. It turned out to be a porn flick and it started off with a guy eating out a chick's pussy and then fucking her hard. I was immediately hard and could see that Robert was too. I wanted to pull out my cock, but wasn't sure if he would approve. However, he, himself, ended up unzipping his pants and pulled out his hard cock. So I did the same, and we slowly stroked our pricks at the same time. I watched him out of the corner of my eye.

Then he started to talk. He said even though he had been jacking off a lot lately, he wasn't getting the same relief as when I had been jacking or sucking him off.

I said nothing.

"I was thinking," he said. "I was thinking maybe it isn't such a bad thing for you to do what you did, as long as we both know that neither one of us is gay. And of course, that's only if you don't mind doing it. I wouldn't want to force you to do something you didn't want to do."

Damn....my heart inflated just as much as my balls and cock did. This was too unreal. I was back in seventh heaven again. No, I was king of the world again. But with all these feelings going on inside my head, I kept my cool. In a heterosexual posturing that would even impress those goddam homophobic, evangelical Christians, I stoically replied:

"I don't mind at all."

"Well, then, I suppose that's that, right?" he said, with a great big smile lighting up that ruggedly handsome face.

Without a moment's hesitation, I was quickly down there between his legs, his cock tightly in my hands. I happily massaged and stroked that old familiar sight, getting unbelievably intoxicated by the delicious, heart-quickening aroma. My mouth moved in to taste that fat cockhead again, as my hungry tongue flicked out to lap up the abundant pre-cum beginning to ooze from its hole. The taste of the sticky liquid quickly fired me to wrap my salivating lips completely around the fleshy cockhead. Damn, damn, damn, I loved sucking his cock. It made everything else in my life second or third rate compared to the total thrill of worshipping Robert's penis and balls. And, YEAH, I finally got what I had wanted....I got my hero Robert's deep baritone voice gruffly urging me on.

"Oh, yeah, Carson," he grunted, "that feels so fucking good! Yeah! Go ahead....do it!"

His large hands went to the back of my head and began to push my face deeper onto his cock as he thrust his hips upwards. Instinctively I relaxed my throat and joyfully took the entire length of his cock down my gullet. He really started giving it to me then. Like some crazed animal, Robert fucked my face hard and savage and I never gagged once. I just lustily stroked my own cock as I hungrily sucked on his.

"Diiiaaaammmm, yeah!" grunted Robert as he moaned and groaned, "Suck my cock, boy! Yeah, that's it...eat my big dick. Yeah, yeah..you know what ya doing, don'tcha boy? Yeah, Eat the whole got damn thing!"

Oh, man, I loved the way Robert was talking to me, and it even got me hotter and harder, if you can imagine that. I was really maxing out in the Bliss Zone. Oh yeah. Pretty soon, I felt him getting ready to cum. I LOVE that feeling, cause it means I'm about to be fed. And I began to really suck harder and my heart filled with shuddering expectation. His thrusting hips fucked my face faster as he filled me with the greatest load ever. He actually grabbed me by the back of my head and held it there on his exploding cocked and bellowed loudly in orgasmic pleasure. Oh, man! And the aroma of him was greater than I had ever experienced. As he grunted and groaned and emptied his big stiff cock into my esophagus, I reached around and grabbed his sweaty ass cheeks and caressed them. As I dared to place my hands on his ass, my cock immediately spasmed and jerked and I exploded my load all over Robert's lower legs and his crumbled pants at his ankles.

Several minutes after he had finished shooting I kept his cock in my mouth until it had gone completely limp. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. I sensed a wave of guilt had come over him. He stood up from the sofa and pulled up his pants. He stopped the movie, then claimed he had somewhere to go, and he was gone.

And so it began. Robert would avoid sexual contact with me for several weeks, jacking off in the bathroom, frequently. I would know when he was ready for me to please him again when he would bring home a straight porn movie. It was like he could excuse me sucking him off as long as he was watching straight sex. I played along with him and didn't pressure him until he was ready. But when I did get his cock I made it last as long as I could. I completely drew out the moment, sucking him until almost the point of cumming, and then pulling back. I could get our time to last for several hours. And when he did cum, man it was like a fucking explosion in a milk factory. Oh, yeeeaaaahhhh!

He never minded me jacking myself off, and even let me cum all over his cock one time. He claimed his just wanted me to be satisfied, as well. It never went beyond me sucking him off, and me jacking myself off. Even though I desperately wanted more.

As I said, my sexual time with Robert became the only time I looked forward to; the only time I lived for. The length of time between him letting me suck him off became shorter and shorter, as his guilt slowly began to dissolve. One night he came home, dropped his pants and commanded me to suck his cock. Wow, and there was no porn this time, just him lustily desiring me to make love to his rigid, twitching cock. Hallelujah, man, I was down on the floor at his feet in no time at all, licking and sucking at his sweaty, oozing cock and balls. I started to pull my own cock out, but he told me not to. I obeyed, although I was curious why.

Robert was as horny as a fuckin' toad that afternoon. He really got into bossing me around. At one point he snatched his cock from my mouth and commanded me to lick and suck his balls. Ecstatic, I did as I was fuckin' told. A couple of times, he even slapped my cheeks with his steel-hard cock

"You want my cock, don't you," he growled. "Well, beg for it, boy! BEG FOR IT, DAMMIT"

"Oh, please, Robert, please," I begged. "Please let me have your beautiful cock!?"

Slowly, teasingly, he slipped his cock back into my mouth. Then quickly grabbing the back of my head firmly, he slammed the entire stiff prick deeply into my throat. Then he started face-fucking me, hard and furious. His balls slapped roughly against my chin. I tried all my usual tricks to prolong our time together, but he wasn't letting it happen.

"Suck my dick, boy," he loudly grunted, urging me on. "Come on, suck your daddy's big cock, SUCK IT!" he shouted, as the heat from his body was completely hypnotizing me.

In a matter of minutes he shot his load. As he did, he quickly pulled his cock from my mouth, giving me only a few drops of his ambrosia to drink. He shot his cum all over my face, neck, chest and hair. He then stood me up in front of him. He is six foot, I am five foot nine. We were almost face to face. Without any kind of anticipation, he grabbed me passionately in his arms and began to hungrily kiss me; his spunk still on my lips. His thick tongue slipped in between my lips, and he invaded my mouth with warm moist exploration. He breathed heavily and groaned loudly with a contented passion. He then pulled away and licked my face clean of all his cum.

"I Love you Carson, I really, truly, love you." he said.

"I love you too, Robert." I replied, almost in a whisper, because I was so completely dumbfounded by his confession. I think I knew that he kinda loved me; but I didn't know that he....well.....loved me.

He told me to take my clothes off; and I did. He also completely stripped. He had me sit down on the sofa, and he sat on the floor between my legs. He pulled me forward and we kissed some more. He then grabbed hold of my erect cock and stroked it for a while. Then moving in closer, he began sucking my cock. I was already in a very high state of arousal and was pretty close to cumming. But he told me to hold it off for as long as I could.

"Ah, yes, I'll try." I said.

"Good boy."

He sucked me gently for some time. His hot invigorating mouth, sucking and slobbering on my cock, was a dream come true. I wanted to feed him my cum the way he fed me his. But he suddenly lifted my legs up off the floor. As I leaned against the back of the sofa, I felt his face go between my legs and his tongue begin licking at my hole. I think I heard myself scream out from the intense excitement that that feeling stirred in me. Yeah, yeah, that just feels way too cool not to be enjoyed. At first he licked and tongued my ass hole gently. But soon the action became more focused and furious, and I felt myself pressing my ass into his face each time he withdrew that invading tongue.

"Oh, man! Jeez, Robert..!" I moaned, "..that feels so fucking good!"

He tongue-fucked my hole for some time, then, after licking his middle finger, he slipped that thick digit into my hole. As he finger-fucked me, he leaned down and started to suck on my cock.

That did it! I had completely lost my mind with too much sexual tension. Something had to give. I couldn't hold my sperm in any longer. As his tongue swirled around my hyper sensitive cock, I came first, then again and again and again. Robert continued to ram his finger into my tight, clinging hole as he ate every ejaculated shot of my cum.

When I was finally done spending my seed, Robert pulled his finger out of my ass. We kissed again, and this time I could taste my own cum on his lips.

"That was awesome, Robert."

He smiled warmly at me as he mischievously crawled up on the sofa beside me, saying" "You just wait, Carson. Wait and see all the "awesome" surprises I have in store for you".

That all happened last year on May 17th. And Robert has fulfilled his promises a millions time over thus far. I can't even begin to imagine how exciting things will be between now and May 17, 2006.