Randy And Me

I had seen him come into the store before, so often in fact that I would occasionally speak to him as he came through my check- out line in the Garden Center. Of course, I saw lots of faces that I recognized, and recognized me. They were still total strangers, just like him.

I guessed he was about 6'2, 210-220lbs, with shaggy brown hair, a thick goatee and glasses framing baby-blue eyes. And he was built like a brick outhouse. Not bad for a guy in his late 30's. I couldn't help but stare at that firm, meaty butt as he left, but didn't place too much importance in it. After all, lotsa fine men walk through here every day. Of course, none did what he did one Friday evening.

I was watering plants that night,as we had a surplus of help for once, when HE came up to me. I was so nervous that it was all I could do to keep my hand from shaking too badly as he asked me in a deep baritone "Can you help me for a minute?" After nearly soaking both of us with the hose while I tried to turn it off, he explained to me that he had recently moved into a new (to him) house, which was in VERY bad need of help. He had done most everything except the landscaping, as designing was pretty much beyond him. "Oh, before I forget, name's Randall, but everyone calls me Randy. Now, I have a basic sketch of my house here, but I need ideas. Whatcha got for me?"

The next 45 minutes were a blur. I vaguely remember showing him plants and stoneware, drawing up some rough outlines for natural areas and a rose bed. I seem to recall him spending cash like it wasn't a problem, though I honestly don't remember, as it was about then that I noticed the dark slacks and grey t-shirt of a fireman. I DO remember praying that I didn't cream in my shorts, when all of a sudden Randy asked me an odd question.

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"What are you doing tomorrow? I could sure use some help putting this all out. I'll even pay you, double what you'd make here. Come on, whatcha say?"

Let's see, hmm, hot summer day, hotter man, really good honest pay. Did I even think twice? No. I told Randy I would be there bright and early, and he gave me directions to his house.

When I got there at 7:30a.m Randy was waiting for me on the front steps in a pair of cut offs and a tank top that barely covered a massive chest complete with dark auburn fur. This was going to be SOME day. As I drank my java, I got the grand tour of Randy's pad. It wasn't a big mansion, but it had fresh paint and a wrap around porch. In the back was a brand new hot tub that the confided wasn't part of the original house, but after a grueling day saving lives, it was nice to take the edge off the pain with a relaxing soak. One day, he said, he might have a hot tub party to really break it in, but for now.

And with that note, we got right to work. Now, I'm not a gym rat by any means, but I have done hard work in my day. However, I was sweating my butt off by midday, and so had Randy. Earlier on we had both stripped down to just work-boots and cutoffs, but by lunch break, I was tiring out. I wasn't about to tell Randy that. I wouldn't want to miss the way the sweat had rolled down his face and from under his huge arms to his hairy chest. What I wouldn't have given to have fur like that.

Dusk came around and boy was I ready. My whole body ached like it does from a really good workout, sweat was pouring off of me, and I was so horny that I could have come in my pants with little effort. Randy was soaked himself, his auburn hair matted down, sweat trickling into his cutoffs, his huge muscles standing out so well, that I grunted my appreciation.

"You ok, Mike? That sounded bad."

"Nah, man, just a little sore is all."

Randy just laughed and slapped me on the back. "Hey, a little hard work is good for ya. I can take care of that for you. A nice soak in the hot tub and you won't even remember you were ever sore at all." I tried to tell him I hadn't brought a suit, and he just laughed even harder. "Hell, boy, we're both men. You don't need a suit. The tubs already cranked up, so come on. I aint about to take no for an answer." And with that he put his big burly arm around my shoulders and guided me towards the hot tub.

I will admit, I have never really had much problem dropping my pants before, but I turned five shades of red as I dropped my shorts and stepped into the hot tub. I had to move quickly before I got completely hard. I have to admit, those jets did wonders for me as I slid forward on the bench and kicked back. Randy fiddled with the controls and then turned to me and said "See, now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" and gave me a little wink as he went back inside for drinks.

Surely I had misinterpreted that. No way could someone like that. Nah, I am losing it, I thought. I looked around. He had a nice patio and patio furniture as well as a large swimming pool, with a couple of those lounge-chairs, presumably for sunbathing since there were beach towels on the chairs and several on the table. I knew he had money but wow. Hard work does pay off, I guess.

When Randy came back, he had a cooler of beer in tow. His shorts dropped to the ground as he turned to get the beer, and I got my first look at those perfect mounds of flesh, so firm you could have bounced a quarter off of them, with a light dusting of his auburn fur, which got thicker as it wound into the crack towards glory and shot down his legs.

He was sure taking his time finding beer in that cooler I thought, but as soon as I did, he straightened up and turned to hand me a beer and climbed inside. His cock was so beautiful, even soft, and I couldn't help but stare. It had to have been about 6 inches long, and it was perfectly soft. His balls were the size of eggs surrounded by a thick gingery bush of pubic hair. I guess I WAS staring because all of a sudden Randy cleared his throat, and I began to blush again.

"Don't let it bother ya. Old Junior always got stares in the locker rooms at school. I figured you wouldn't mind if I joined you, but I didn't think I'd get such a warm reception." I looked down to see my 7 inch tool was at attention, and started stuttering, until I saw him smile warmly and slide over to me. His cock was growing, the same light pink, but damn if it dint turn out to be about 10 inches! Holy Shit! It wasn't QUITE as thick as my wrist but big enough to some damage if.

A strong paw on my dick jolted me out of daydreaming, for what would be the last time. The man of my dreams was stroking me off, and I moaned out loud. Despite the heat, I shivered, and Randy just laughed that rich laugh of his and said "Now that's what I call eager. Don't stop now son, the party's just warming up." And with that, he stopped stimulating me and gave me a big bear hug. I could still smell the sweat, feel him rubbing his man scent all over me as we kissed passionately. His paws wandered down my back to my furry little ass and he clenched it tightly in his grip.

My dick was leaking precum like a faucet, and his tool was poking my belly. I pulled back, gasping for air, only to find a wicked gleam in his eye. I could still smell him on me and for some reason, I LOVED it. I was horny as hell and I sank to my knees and dove for his throbbing meat, determined to show this god how much I appreciated him I swallowed the big mushroom head and worked my tongue around its rim and into the piss slit.

Bingo, I thought as he rumbled his pleasure, and I attempted to take more of him into my throat. I won't lie, it was difficult, and I only succeeded in taking a few more inches inside my mouth, but it seemed to be ok. Evidently he was used to this. I toyed with his massive balls, tugging ever so gently as I caressed his dick with my throat muscles and he began playing with my hair. I increased my speed, determined to make my mountain of man shoot his load, but suddenly, he pulled completely out of me, the lust in his eyes clearly evident. "Hold on there baby, I ain't ready just yet. Just lean back and let me have some fun for awhile. You're my guest, and tonight's gonna be YOUR night." Oh boy!

I leaned back over the edge and he began to massage my pectorals, running his hands down my smooth belly to my hips, and then he began sucking my nipples. I was in heaven. I threw my head back and moaned louder. When he took my dick in his mouth, his goatee brushing my pubes, I began to whimper like a lost puppy. You know, until then I didn't know you could chuckle with a mouth full of man meat but I now know better. His suction was unlike anything I had ever had and he took me to the edge in seconds. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come, dammit." And I screamed out my pleasure as I shot deep into his throat once, twice, three times before collapsing right there.

Randy just sat there licking his lips. He didn't talk a whole lot, but that was ok. Actions speak louder than words anyway. He began to massage my shoulders and I must have dozed off for a minute, because the next thing I know, there was a thick finger at my back door and I heard the squirt of what I can only assume was lube. One thick digit worked its way in, then two. At three I began to grunt uncomfortably and my dick began to shrivel, but Randy was gentle and patient. He rested his head on my flat belly and began licking my navel, and soon I had relaxed enough for his third finger.

As he maneuvered me around so that he was sitting on the bench, keeping all three fingers stretching my sphincter muscles, I thought to myself that this would never work. Sure enough, the big mushroom head on that cock caused me some serious pain. But my hero heard my whimpers of discomfort and saw the tears welling up, and didn't force anymore inside, but just held me there in those strong arms, and kissed my tears away. Before long, I had him inside me, without even realizing he had done it.

"Take it easy. Don't try to take it all at once, and it'll be ok." I gritted my teeth and took him inch by inch. Randy's words of encouragement, and his manly musk, kept me going, and soon, I was riding him like a pro, taking him all the way and bracing myself against those massive pecs to push myself off. But Randy had other ideas. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he grabbed my hips and stood up, pulling himself deeper into me than I would have thought he could go.

Sliding to the edge of the tub on his ass, he eased himself onto the lawn, feet first. I had always dreamed about this but never met a man strong enough to do it. He held me against him as he walked around the yard, each step sending his monster cock up against my prostate and eliciting moans of pleasure from me. I had never known that sex with a man could be like this. I began pinching and twisting his nipples, making HIM moan, and he began to slam me onto his cock with greater ferocity as he headed towards a lounge chair. No sooner did he set us down than my cock began spurting white hot lava between our chests. My back arched and I yelled my triumph.

My ass clamped down on his bulbous cockhead and he went nuts. Muscles I didn't know existed flared into life as that perfect ass thrust him into me like a machine gun. Sweat began pouring off of him again, and he shook his head, drenching us both in his warm fragrance. All of a sudden he grabbed my hips tightly and thrust deeper than ever into me.

He roared, literally, as my insides were filled with his gushing magma. What felt like gallons of cum warmed my body from the inside out as he rolled us over so that I was resting on top. As I buried my face in his chest fur, he grabbed a beach towel and draped it over us. "I guess you'll be staying over, huh Mike?"

As I fell asleep in my man's strong arms, I tweaked his nose and mumbled "you can't get rid of me that easy. And now I know why they call you "Randy"."

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