All characters in this story are at least 18 years old when mentioned in a sexual context.

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I met Mara at a small party my friend invited me to. It was his 20th birthday and there were only 8 guests. Mara was one of the 3 girls. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was 5’4″, 125-130 pounds with long blonde hair a sea blue eyes. I stared at her much of the time, but I didn’t see her looking at me even once. The party lasted barely an hour and a half. After eating a pizza, drinking beer, and chatting a little, we separated and went home.

A week later, as I was walking in campus from one building to another, I accidentally bumped into her. The bag she carried fell on the floor, and the content spread around. She sat on the ground and started crying. I felt terrible, assisted her standing up, helped put everything in the bag, and apologized profusely.

She continued sobbing. I asked, “Are you badly hurt?”

“No,” she whimpered, “it’s just not my day.”

“Listen, I feel bad about my clumsy behavior. May I buy you a coffee at the Starbucks nearby?”

“I can’t. I have to run to class.”

“So later, please…”

She glanced at me with tears in her eyes, and blurted, “OK, I’ll be there at 4:30,” and she walked away.

I arrived at the coffee shop half an hour early to ensure we’d have a table. I saw her entering on time and signaled to her to join me.

I said, “My name is Eli. I saw you at Leon’s birthday party, but we didn’t talk there. Sorry again for bumping into you. What will you drink?”

“Latte please.”

I returned a few minutes later with her latte and my cappuccino.

She smiled, “My name is Mara. I am a freshman in college.”

“I am a sophomore. When I hit you, you cried, saying you had a bad day. Was it something personal or school related?

“Earlier that day, my ex boyfriend bothered me again, and later, I got the results of my chemistry test. It was a C+, which was much below my average.”

“Mara, I love chemistry and, if you let me help you, I’ll be more than happy…”

“Eli, it’s nice of you, but I already took too much of your time.”

“Not at all. It will be my pleasure.”

I saw the hesitation in her blue eyes, “Are you sure?!…”

“Absolutely!”

“Well, the truth is that I didn’t understand the last couple of chapters, so if you can spare me an hour, it will be a great help.”

“How about sometime tomorrow?”

“Can we sit on a bench in the nearby park around 5 pm and discuss the subject? I’ll bring the notes I made in class, the chemistry book, and my laptop.”

…

The following day, I was back at my dorms at 4 pm. I showered, shaved, wore my best clothes, and waited for Mara at the entrance to the park. I saw her from a distance. She wore a short skirt and a short sleeved blouse. Her long blonde hair was tied behind her back in a ponytail. She looked much younger than her age. We strolled in the park, arrived at one of the benches by the pond, and sat down.

Next, Mara showed me the chapter where she began to have difficulties. I studied the subject a year earlier and knew it well. It was about certain formulas in organic chemistry. I patiently explained everything, trying to simplify it. She listened, asked several questions, and 40 minutes later, she grasped the material and grinned happily, “Eli, thank you very much. You saved my life.”

I chuckled, “Don’t exaggerate. I studied the material before, so I knew it. It was my pleasure.”

We continued sitting on the bench and talked about our interests. I discovered that, like me, she liked to read, watch foreign films, and stroll in parks. It was very easy to talk to her. By the time I looked at my watch, it was already 7:30 pm.

I stood up and said, “I took too much of your time. You probably have to go to dinner, so I won’t hold you longer, but if you agree, we can meet again.”

She smiled, “I’d like that. You look and sound like a good guy.”

…

Mara and I befriended rapidly. I found her pleasant, with a good sense of humor, and… very pretty. According to her, she liked me because I was smart, sensitive, not aggressive like most other boys, and had similar interests. We began dating officially a month later.

In the beginning, Mara and I met to watch TV together, stroll in nearby parks, talk about school stuff, or go to the movies. Later, we became intimate as well. The move from first base to fourth took 3 months. It was much because of me; Mara told me afterward, that she was ready much earlier, but I didn’t have prior experience, afraid to screw up, and frankly, wasn’t sure HOW to advance…

Eventually, we had our first intercourse. Mara was not a virgin, and with her help, the erection, penetration, and ejaculation were satisfactory to me, but I doubted she came. Actually, only 2 weeks later, when I gathered my courage to pound her vagina harder, I noticed the signs she orgasmed: She breathed heavily, whimpered, trembled, and her pussy contracted on my 5.5″ engorged dick. She kissed me and told me she felt wonderful.

That was the time she introduced me to her parents. Her mother was a chubby, smiley, short lady, that I immediately connected with. But her father was a different story: He was 6’1″, 190 pounds of pure muscle, with an imposing figure. He recently retired from the army as a Sergeant Major, and it was obvious he was used to ordering his soldiers. When he shook my hand, he almost broke some bones. I attempted to smile, but I think he noticed I was in pain.

He chuckled, “Sorry if I hurt you, but I expect a guy who dates my daughter to be A MAN.”

I suspected that my appearance: barely 5’8″, 160 pounds, with puny muscles, did not impress him much. Well, there was nothing I could do about it. Fifteen minutes later, I had a sigh of relief hearing he was leaving to meet his buddies at the exercise facility.

In the 3 months that followed, Mara and I fell in love and decided to get married. We organized a small engagement party with 10 friends. It was a simple pizza and soda party that included social games and hearing our friends joking why we were making a mistake, committing to a single person for life. I suspected that deep down, some of the guys envied me for hooking up with pretty Mara.

…

As our wedding day came closer, I saw Mara’s dad, Joe, growing tense. Per Mara, one day, he gathered her and her mother and told them he wanted to spend 3 days with me, to make sure I was the right person for his only daughter. He promised to be nice to me, and they relented.

The next time I visited their home, Joe said, “Eli, marriage is a big thing. It’s a commitment for life. Are you ready for it?”

I stuttered, “I thiink so, siir.”

He smiled, “Let’s be certain. How about you and I spend 3 days together in Glacier National Park, and get to know each other better?”

I glanced at Mara, who nodded her head up and down. I wasn’t thrilled about it but caved in and said, “OK, sir.”

“Good,” he blurted, “I’ll arrange everything. Your summer vacation already started, so we’ll go next Friday.”

After that, he left us and drove somewhere.

Mara and I went to her room, and Mara hugged me, saying, “Listen, don’t be scared of dad. He is just a Teddy Bear, pretending to be tough. Whenever mom refused one of my requests, I went to Dad, faked a cry, and he always, and I mean ALWAYS, did what I wanted. I still don’t understand why his soldiers were frightened of his shadow.”

Well, perhaps he felt differently about his sweet baby vs. the need to train the soldiers for war, but I kept quiet and didn’t tell Mara that.

…

We arrived at Whitefish Riverfront Inn around noon. We ate a hot dog, drank coffee, and until our quarters were ready, checked the property’s amenities. It turned out, that Joe booked for us a single bedroom with 2 queen beds and a balcony.

When I gazed at him questioningly, he chuckled, “I thought we’d know each other better by being closer.” I didn’t argue.

Once we entered our room, Joe opened his luggage and began emptying everything into the limited storage space. I used the rest and left some stuff in my carry on.

Next, Joe smiled at me, “It’s a nice day. Let’s walk a little. Put on sneakers. I’ll carry a backpack with some necessities, including water.”

It took 15 minutes by taxi to reach the Whitefish Big Mountain Trailhead. The beginning of the walk was easy, but soon it became steep, as we climbed the mountain. Joe was in great shape and seemed to walk without needing a break. Unlike him, I required frequent stops. I noticed Joe having a mocking grin at my weakness. Halfway, I had enough. However, I was ashamed to admit to my girl’s father that I was a wimp, and gathered my last reserve strength to continue on. Eventually, he felt pity for me, and we turned back. The descent was easier, but by the time we arrived back at the trailhead, I was sweaty, short of breath, and thought I was going to die. Joe called for a taxi back to the hotel. When we were back in our room, I lay in my bed and fell asleep for 2 hours.

I woke up feeling somewhat better. I saw Joe sitting, watching TV. He said, “I hope you feel better. Let’s go to the pool, swim a little bit, relax in the jacuzzi, and return to eat dinner.”

I was not a good swimmer, but spending time in the pool and jacuzzi sounded much more tempting than another back-breaking hike, so I smiled and agreed.

Joe didn’t hesitate; in my presence, he undressed and did several stretch exercises in the nude. He was clearly in great shape. He had a muscular, hairy chest, an impressive 6 pack, and underneath, a 6″, thick, flaccid dick. I couldn’t believe my eyes: My own penis’s length when fully erect was less than that!… As his body effortlessly performed difficult poses and exercises, my eyes concentrated on his elongated organ, which dangled freely from side to side.

Suddenly, I noticed him staring at me with a strange grin. I lowered my eyes, feeling my face turn red. He blurted, “Put on a swimsuit and let’s go.”

I watched him wearing a tight Speedo, that barely contained his large package. Then, I turned my back to him, and wore my old, barely used blue swimsuit.

Next, we went down to the pool. Several kids at various ages splashed in the pool, and I thought about going to the jacuzzi, but Joe stopped me, “Better to start in cooler water; otherwise, moving from the jacuzzi to the pool, it will feel too cold.”

He jumped into the water and began swimming, ignoring the children, who moved away from his lane. I entered slowly, hating the feeling of cold water on my body, yet having no choice. Only when Joe completed a set of laps and rested against the pool’s edge, my WHOLE BODY was already in the water. As Joe stopped swimming, the kids continued their rowdy games, jumping, diving, and splashing. I gradually backed away from their splattering area.

Suddenly, I stumbled and fell on Joe. My back hit his powerful pectorals, and my ass crushed against a hard object at the level of his midriff. I struggled to stabilize myself, and his strong hands lifted me above the water. It took me time to think it over, realizing that Joe must have had an erection when my body met his. Really? Why?…

I got out of the water and lay on my tummy on the lounge chair. A minute later, I heard Joe behind me. I turned around and saw him laughing, “You looked so cute there, trying to move away from the naughty kids. You almost drowned, and I had to rescue you.” He towered over me, dripping water all over me.

I smiled, “Thank you, sir.”

As he dried up, my eyes explored his massive, athletic frame. And then my eyes met the tent in his tight swimsuit. The outline of his member was easily visible. It pushed hard upward and forward, measuring at least 8″. What a specimen!… I shut my eyes, but the front of his swimsuit floated before my eyes, taunting me.

Joe sat on the other lounger for a couple of minutes, and then he stood up and said, “I am going to the next room to exercise a little. I’ll be back in 20 minutes.”

He left, but returned a minute later, saying, “They closed the exercise room. The note on the door says ‘Closed for maintenance for the next 2 days.’ What a bummer!”

I mumbled, “We can ask the concierge if there is an exercise place nearby that we can use instead.”

He grinned, “Good idea, Eli. Let’s leave here and ask the front desk.”

The receptionist apologized for the inconvenience and told us that there was a Wave Aquatic & Fitness Center about 5 minutes walk from the hotel. Joe was happy and said to me, “OK. Let’s go there.”

I wasn’t thrilled, but didn’t want to say no, and followed him.

The facility was large and more equipped than I thought: Ample variety of aerobic and power machines, a nice pool, jacuzzi, a wet sauna, and other rooms for group activities.

Joe began working on a treadmill. a couple of minutes later, he was running on it at 6 miles per hour with an elevation of 10 degrees. He stayed on the treadmill for 15 more minutes, and then moved to some of the power machines, displaying ripped quads and biceps. It was hard to believe that a guy his age could pack so much muscle. While he was working out, I was leisurely moving from one instrument to another, using the lowest possible level, ogling Joe often.

Forty minutes later, Joe, all sweaty, came by and said he was going to take a shower. I was tired of working out and joined him. In the showers, there were 2 other young guys. As Joe got naked and entered the shower, I noticed the 2 guys staring at Joe’s penis, exchanging glances. I saw a jealous look on their faces, and after whispering to each other briefly, they dried up and left. Their behavior was understandable: Joe’s soft organ was much bigger, both in length and thickness, than that of an average guy. I considered myself average, but now, at rest, its length was only 3″ and much thinner…

After standing under the pouring water for 3 minutes, Joe smiled at me, “Time to go to the sauna.”

It sounded like a good idea, and I followed him. The small room was already quite foggy. Joe sat on his towel on the upper bench with his eyes closed, his legs spread, and his genitals front and center before my eyes. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to stare at his marvelous tool, but I couldn’t resist, and despite attempting to switch my thoughts to other subjects, now and then, my eyes returned to his prick, which lay sideways on his upper thigh.

And then I heard Joe speak, “Eli, you are fascinated by my cock. That’s quite normal, seeing how much bigger mine is compared to yours. Don’t be shy; you can come sit by me and examine it up close.”

“Sir, I think it won’t be appropriate.”

“Nonsense! There is nobody here, and even if somebody enters, it takes time for the eyes to adjust to the heavy vapors. By then, you can look the other way.”

“… I don’t know…”

He laughed, “Don’t be a chicken. It’s your chance to satisfy your curiosity.”

My mind was conflicted. The whole idea of checking his tool up close was weird, yet I was curious and, strangely, found it intriguing.

I slowly moved closer, ensuring the whole time my towel covered my midriff. Once I sat by Joe’s side, he lay back, leaned against the wall with his legs parted wide, exposing everything to the humid air. With the thick vapors making the air almost opaque, I leaned down to see better. My face was now inches from his organ.

Joe blurted, “The visibility is approaching zero. So instead of inspecting it with your eyes, you can touch it.”

“Sir, this will definitely be too much…”

“I am trying to be gracious, letting you feel what a REAL man’s cock should IS like, but if you are not interested, it’s fine by me.”

I lowered my face further, now only an inch from this gorgeous monster. As I was attempting to see the details, the pecker started gradually expanding and extending. I was hypnotized, watching in awe the organ engorge. It reminded me of the first time Mara caressed my dick and explored it rising in her palm.

To my horror, my own penis started growing too. My lips dried up, and instinctively, my tongue licked them.

Next, I heard Joe, “Boy, you get my permission. Go ahead.”

I mumbled, “I don’t think so. I am not gay, sir.”

“Of course you are not. However, you wonder what it feels to touch it and even taste it, don’t you? Has my daughter given you oral yet?”

“… yes…”

“Didn’t she like it?”

“Mara said she did, but afterward… she spat everything out.”

“Wouldn’t you like to try it too? See what your future wife likes? I think every man who’s about to get married should know what his girl experiences when offering a fellatio.”

“The idea sounds weird…”

“Son, licking your lips is a sign of being anxious. And I can see your towel rising, suggesting you are getting aroused. Why lie to me and yourself? There is nobody here. Do what comes naturally.”

“Sir… are you sure it’s OK?…”

“I won’t judge you.”

It took me another minute to get the courage to touch his forward aiming rod. The large crown was rather soft with a a vertical slit. The thick shaft showed prominent veins, and the base was covered with dark brown hair. I tried unsuccessfully to wrap 2 fingers around his shaft, but it was too thick. I bobbed it gently, and it jerked in my hand.

Joe laughed, “My cock likes your soft touch. Care to taste it?”

I had the urge to do just that, but I was reluctant to show my future father-in-law I was attracted to his beast. I remained about an inch from his glorious member, which continued growing in front of my eyes, pointing now almost straight up.

Next, I felt Joe’s huge palm gripping the back of my head. He muttered, “Eli, you are too embarrassed to admit that you want to do it, so let me help you.” And with that, his strong hand slowly pushed my face onto his rock hard organ. There was no way I could escape his powerful hand. But did I even want to?…

The strong, manly odor penetrated my nose before my lips met the velvety foreskin. It was almost silky in texture and felt nice. Reflexively, my lips opened, attempting to engulf the spongy head. I had to part my lips as wide as possible to accommodate the gigantic pole. Once the helmet rested in my mouth, it felt like a gigantic pacifier. My tongue licked the tip and lapped it, finding the task pleasant.

It was an unexpected revelation: I knew I wasn’t gay, yet having Joe’s flagpole in my oral cavity felt enjoyable. He must have liked it as well because I felt it continue to grow in my mouth. Recalling Mara slowly advancing on my pecker during a blow job and how much pleasure I got at the time, I attempted to imitate her. It was way more difficult due to her father’s organ’s immense size, but using my bigger mouth than Mara’s, with some effort, I managed to insert almost 6″ before I was about to choke. I pulled it out. But now it became a challenge for me: Besides the fact that his member tasted good, I wanted to prove to Joe I could do it. My lips enveloped the magic wand, and after relaxing my mouth and throat muscles, I let the beast slide toward my esophagus. I stopped when about an inch was outside, gagging. I tried to retreat, but now Joe’s palms held the sides of my head and didn’t let me back out.

Next, he whispered, “Boy, I’ll make it easy for you. Relax your mouth.”

Then, he started gingerly going in and out of my oral cavity. His gentle, slow motion did not hurt and actually felt nice on my tongue. Gradually, my jaw muscles decompressed, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the pacifier moving in and out at a slow pace.

When my muscle tone was completely relaxed, Joe’s pace began accelerating. It was so gradual, that I noticed the difference when it was quite rapid. He was now fucking my face, intensifying his ramming his schlong every several seconds. My breathing became more difficult, and I attempted to synchronize my respiration with his rhythm. It worked for a short time, but then I felt him tense, and his cock threatened to drown me. I didn’t have time to signal to him to stop before feeling my throat getting flooded with gallons of sticky liquid. I held my breath, hoping the tsunami would end before I would need to take another breath. The massive river filled my oral space to the rim before it turned into a trickle.