Caddying for Mr. Kramer
I still lived with my parents, Our house was on a golf course and my dad was a member of the country club.
I had started caddying there for friends of my dads who liked walking the course, but didn’t want to carry their own bag. I had been doing this for several years and learned the course extremely well as being a good golfer. I had a 8 handicap and played on the golf team my senior year.
One day while caddying for a Bud Kramer a golf buddy of my dads, Mr. Kramer had to take a leak on the course.
Mr. K had sliced his ball in the left rough into a grove of trees. I went in first and found his ball. As I was standing there Mr. K came over and as I was pointing out his ball he unzipped his fly. I was astounded by the size of his penis that flopped out. It was enormous and hung down 8-9” and was very meaty. It really looked like a horse's dong.
Mr. K kinda shook it and it flopped around this giant hunk of meat. I was mesmerized by it. Just in shock with my mouth open. I was even more surprised when he moved close to me after he finished peeing and told me to touch his dick and feel it. I can’t believe it as I was in some kind of trance, but reached over and grasp his huge shaft.
It felt weird, but exhilarating at the same time. His manhood was so thick and massive. I felt it stir under my touch. I used both hands and stroked him. He whispered “boy do you like?” I couldn’t respond verbally, but just shook my head yes.
Mr. K let me stroke him until we heard one of the other guys in the foursome with him yell out “you haven’t found your ball yet?” Mr. K yelled back “yes, here it comes.” He pulled his semi hard cock out of my grasp and stuffed it back in his pants, then took a seven iron I had handed him and hit the ball through an opening in the trees towards the green.
Mr. K didn’t say anything else to me the rest of the round until they got back to the clubhouse. The others took their clubs to the locker room and went into the bar inside the clubhouse. Mr. K told them that he had to get home and then asked me if I wanted a ride home. It was at that moment that I felt that I was going to cross over a line. I said “yes, Mr. Kramer I would like a ride home.”
I was afraid, but at the same time tingling with excitement and anticipation at the thought of playing with Mr. K’s huge daddy sized tool. Mr K’s car was an older Lincoln Town Car with a huge front bench seat. He unlocked the doors and I got in the front seat. He started it up and backed out and we headed out. As we were driving he unzipped his fly and pulled out his enormous hunk of meat.
He tells me “slide over here beside your daddy.” I easily slid over on the slippery leather seat. “Kiss daddy’s big cock, take it your mouth and make daddy feel good.” I immediately bent over and grasp his dong and opened my mouth and slurped on his big fat dick head. The big dick head alone filled my mouth. It felt like a spongy thick frankfurter.
I gagged as I tried swallowing more of his big thick shaft. I slurped and sucked and it began to grow as if blowing up a balloon. Here was this enormous meaty log maybe 10” or more and I am bobbing up and down gagging as I work his daddy cock.
Mr. K didn’t drive me straight home he drove around out some remote country roads and pulled off in a secluded pasture surrounded by trees. We were hidden from any prying eyes. There I became Mr. K’s personal cocksucker. I bobbed up and down only able to take about half his mammoth member.
I then felt his stiff meaty rod throb in my mouth and I tasted the first blast of his hot semen shooting down my throat. I gulped it all down as Mr. K made grunting sounds as he dumped his load down into my gullet. I swallowed it all down with it leaving a salty musky taste in my mouth.
Mr. K patted my head and told me “good boy. You like being daddy’s cocksucker don’t you.?” I just shook my head yes. He then suggested that we make this a regular thing. I meekly replied “okay.” I was still kind of in shock as everything happened so fast. I hadn’t fully grasped the whole situation yet.
I guess I really have become a cocksucker. While feeling ashamed I was really turned on by his cock and the exhilarating experience of sucking his big dick. I wanted to do it again. Mr. K called my dad and gave me praise for the great caddying job that I did and he wanted me permanently to be his caddy. He also told my dad that he would come by and pick me up and carry me with him to and fro from the country club. He also told him that he was going to double my caddy fee.
So every time Mr. K played golf that summer I sucked his big dick at least twice. He then told me that he wanted me to come with him to a motel instead of playing golf. So I spent 3-4 hours at a motel sucking his cock and then he introduced me to anal sex. I have to admit that the first time he fucked my tight virgin ass it was painful.
He brought lube and a 8-9” dildo that he used on me getting me ready for his huge 10.5” dong. That first time he had me lie down across the large pillows on the bed with my ass sticking up and my head down. I felt his thick long monster spreading my ass cheeks apart and penetrating my tight lubed pucker.
It felt like a hot poker for it burned as he forced himself in me. My ass ring offered a lot of resistance. Mr K was not a huge man physically maybe 5’11”, but he was solidly built with powerful body and he pushed himself all 10.5” of long thick man meat stretching my tight canal until it gave way. I felt his big balls against my bottom and his stiff tip rubbing against my prostate.
It hurt and I felt so full with him in me. Mr. K was breathing hard as he began rocking his hips driving his hard rod in and back like a pile driver or piston pounding my rear. I could only whimper as Mr. K turned me into his sissy slut fag. Almost every other day during the Summer instead of playing golf, I rode Mr. K’s big dick. He didn’t like using condoms so he did me bareback. He had his semen dripping out me every session. Mr. K gaped my once tight hole with his monster appendage.
It didn’t stop when I went off to college. Mr. K came to my nearby University and had me come over and spend the night with him in his motel room. I have to admit I truly loved Mr. K and his big cock. Every time he called me and wanted me to come over I was hard with excitement and never got tired of him.
Neither my dad nor anyone else ever learn of my relationship with Mr. Kramer. Oh, how I miss riding and sucking his huge dick. I never understood why he preferred me over his attractive wife. Maybe she wasn’t enough for him or she couldn’t handle his whopper of a penis.
I had started caddying there for friends of my dads who liked walking the course, but didn’t want to carry their own bag. I had been doing this for several years and learned the course extremely well as being a good golfer. I had a 8 handicap and played on the golf team my senior year.
One day while caddying for a Bud Kramer a golf buddy of my dads, Mr. Kramer had to take a leak on the course.
Mr. K had sliced his ball in the left rough into a grove of trees. I went in first and found his ball. As I was standing there Mr. K came over and as I was pointing out his ball he unzipped his fly. I was astounded by the size of his penis that flopped out. It was enormous and hung down 8-9” and was very meaty. It really looked like a horse's dong.
Mr. K kinda shook it and it flopped around this giant hunk of meat. I was mesmerized by it. Just in shock with my mouth open. I was even more surprised when he moved close to me after he finished peeing and told me to touch his dick and feel it. I can’t believe it as I was in some kind of trance, but reached over and grasp his huge shaft.
It felt weird, but exhilarating at the same time. His manhood was so thick and massive. I felt it stir under my touch. I used both hands and stroked him. He whispered “boy do you like?” I couldn’t respond verbally, but just shook my head yes.
Mr. K let me stroke him until we heard one of the other guys in the foursome with him yell out “you haven’t found your ball yet?” Mr. K yelled back “yes, here it comes.” He pulled his semi hard cock out of my grasp and stuffed it back in his pants, then took a seven iron I had handed him and hit the ball through an opening in the trees towards the green.
Mr. K didn’t say anything else to me the rest of the round until they got back to the clubhouse. The others took their clubs to the locker room and went into the bar inside the clubhouse. Mr. K told them that he had to get home and then asked me if I wanted a ride home. It was at that moment that I felt that I was going to cross over a line. I said “yes, Mr. Kramer I would like a ride home.”
I was afraid, but at the same time tingling with excitement and anticipation at the thought of playing with Mr. K’s huge daddy sized tool. Mr K’s car was an older Lincoln Town Car with a huge front bench seat. He unlocked the doors and I got in the front seat. He started it up and backed out and we headed out. As we were driving he unzipped his fly and pulled out his enormous hunk of meat.
He tells me “slide over here beside your daddy.” I easily slid over on the slippery leather seat. “Kiss daddy’s big cock, take it your mouth and make daddy feel good.” I immediately bent over and grasp his dong and opened my mouth and slurped on his big fat dick head. The big dick head alone filled my mouth. It felt like a spongy thick frankfurter.
I gagged as I tried swallowing more of his big thick shaft. I slurped and sucked and it began to grow as if blowing up a balloon. Here was this enormous meaty log maybe 10” or more and I am bobbing up and down gagging as I work his daddy cock.
Mr. K didn’t drive me straight home he drove around out some remote country roads and pulled off in a secluded pasture surrounded by trees. We were hidden from any prying eyes. There I became Mr. K’s personal cocksucker. I bobbed up and down only able to take about half his mammoth member.
I then felt his stiff meaty rod throb in my mouth and I tasted the first blast of his hot semen shooting down my throat. I gulped it all down as Mr. K made grunting sounds as he dumped his load down into my gullet. I swallowed it all down with it leaving a salty musky taste in my mouth.
Mr. K patted my head and told me “good boy. You like being daddy’s cocksucker don’t you.?” I just shook my head yes. He then suggested that we make this a regular thing. I meekly replied “okay.” I was still kind of in shock as everything happened so fast. I hadn’t fully grasped the whole situation yet.
I guess I really have become a cocksucker. While feeling ashamed I was really turned on by his cock and the exhilarating experience of sucking his big dick. I wanted to do it again. Mr. K called my dad and gave me praise for the great caddying job that I did and he wanted me permanently to be his caddy. He also told my dad that he would come by and pick me up and carry me with him to and fro from the country club. He also told him that he was going to double my caddy fee.
So every time Mr. K played golf that summer I sucked his big dick at least twice. He then told me that he wanted me to come with him to a motel instead of playing golf. So I spent 3-4 hours at a motel sucking his cock and then he introduced me to anal sex. I have to admit that the first time he fucked my tight virgin ass it was painful.
He brought lube and a 8-9” dildo that he used on me getting me ready for his huge 10.5” dong. That first time he had me lie down across the large pillows on the bed with my ass sticking up and my head down. I felt his thick long monster spreading my ass cheeks apart and penetrating my tight lubed pucker.
It felt like a hot poker for it burned as he forced himself in me. My ass ring offered a lot of resistance. Mr K was not a huge man physically maybe 5’11”, but he was solidly built with powerful body and he pushed himself all 10.5” of long thick man meat stretching my tight canal until it gave way. I felt his big balls against my bottom and his stiff tip rubbing against my prostate.
It hurt and I felt so full with him in me. Mr. K was breathing hard as he began rocking his hips driving his hard rod in and back like a pile driver or piston pounding my rear. I could only whimper as Mr. K turned me into his sissy slut fag. Almost every other day during the Summer instead of playing golf, I rode Mr. K’s big dick. He didn’t like using condoms so he did me bareback. He had his semen dripping out me every session. Mr. K gaped my once tight hole with his monster appendage.
It didn’t stop when I went off to college. Mr. K came to my nearby University and had me come over and spend the night with him in his motel room. I have to admit I truly loved Mr. K and his big cock. Every time he called me and wanted me to come over I was hard with excitement and never got tired of him.
Neither my dad nor anyone else ever learn of my relationship with Mr. Kramer. Oh, how I miss riding and sucking his huge dick. I never understood why he preferred me over his attractive wife. Maybe she wasn’t enough for him or she couldn’t handle his whopper of a penis.
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