When I was sixteen years old, my mother and I moved to an apartment block that was very conveniently located close to her work. She worked six days a week at a shopping centre, as the manageress of a clothing store. My parents had gotten divorced years before and I saw very little of my dad. It was a very quiet apartment complex and there were only two other kids in the block. They were two little girls of eight and ten years old, and I therefore never bothered to befriend them.

In the corner unit on the ground floor, the caretaker, Mr. Rogers lived. He always insisted on being referred to by his first name, Bill. Bill was a big man. Not all that tall being just short of six feet, but he was substantially overweight and must have weighed around two hundred and sixty pounds. He was quite gross and would never have won a hygiene contest. He had an unctuous head, which was surrounded by a full beard. The hair on top of his head was arranged in a dreadful comb-over.

Bill had large ears, a thick nose, and fat lips. His lips were always partially hidden by an unkempt stained moustache. His moustache surrounded his prominent nicotine-stained teeth and his porcine eyes were topped with very bushy eyebrows. Bill was hairy, which was evident from the buttons on his shirt that strained over his gut revealing tufts of hair all the way down to his trousers. Bill’s hands were very large and rough, with the telltale signs of him being a heavy smoker. His nails were ultra-short and it was clear that he was a nail-biter. Bill always had two large damp patches under his arms. On many occasions I also observed a damp patch running down the seat of his trousers.

Having said all this, he was a very pleasant person and a marvelous handyman. He was always prepared to assist all the tenants with any problem they encountered. When mom and I moved in, Bill popped around to introduce himself and welcome us to the complex. Although I did not realize it at the time, in retrospect, Bill became gradually friendlier with me over the following six weeks. He always engaged me in conversation when I hung out in the small garden in front of the complex. He also started placing his hands on my shoulders when he spoke to me and would often ruffle my hair, as we shared a joke. Once or twice, Bill even invited me into his place for a cold drink or coffee, which I naturally accepted. His home was very basic and despite the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and male sweat, it was fairly neat.

On one occasion when he invited me, I noticed a porn magazine lying on the coffee table. Unsurprisingly, I quickly paged through it while he made our coffee in the kitchen. The pictures were extremely graphic and I immediately popped a huge boner. When Bill returned with the coffee he laughed when he saw my flustered expression, apologizing for leaving the magazine on the coffee table. I assured him that it was no problem at all. He swore me to secrecy, admitting that he had an entire collection of these magazines. We agreed that this would be our little secret, with a promise that I could visit and page through these magazines, any time I chose.

As he sat next to me on the sofa he gently caressed my shoulder during our conversation. Finally, accompanying me to the door he placed his hands on the sides of my head, reaffirming our agreement. I nodded, before he bent down and kissed the top of my head, before telling me what a good boy I was.

The following day I received my next invitation from Bill. As I sat down on the sofa there were a pile of magazines awaiting my perusal. Being a hot day, we had cold drinks instead of coffee. Bill again sat next to me on the sofa and as I paged through the magazines, he asked me if I jerked-off frequently. Nodding shyly, I said that I did so at least twice a day. Bill then told me that he did so much more than that, and was virtually always randy. He then asked if I felt like wanking there and then. I felt a little uncomfortable and sensing my discomfort he said that he would jerk along with me if it would make me feel more comfortable. I hesitantly agreed.

Bill walked to the front door and locked it, ‘just in case,’ as he put it. When Bill returned, he removed his t-shirt and encouraged me to do the same. I shyly conformed to his request. As Bill began to remove his trousers I also pushed the shorts I was wearing, downwards. Bill then reassuringly placed his hand on my shoulder and told me that I had nothing to worry about. Bill’s entire body was covered in hair and close as I was to him, I could whiff his pungent odour enveloping us. Next, while pushing his underpants down he told me to follow suit. His stiff cock was as thick as a whisky bottle. A fat foreskin covered the entire head of his dark dick, which had thick protruding veins over the entire surface of his knob. His dark balls were enormous, and looked like a fleshy bag containing two oranges. This entire ensemble was surrounded by a mass of dark pubic hair.

Bill then sat down on the sofa and told me to stand in front of him, before we began masturbating. His hand scarcely fitted around his huge dick as we plucked in unison. After several minutes, as I was about to shoot, he told me to do so all over him. I shot my load onto Bill’s stomach before he also began unloading. As Bill erupted, he squeezed his foreskin shut over the head of his cock and it looked like a volcano spewing a ton of lava. The thick and lumpy cum sprayed out over his hands and onto his stomach. Next, he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked clumps of jelly off his fingers. Bill then asked me if I had ever tasted my own seed. I answered that I had never done so. He advised that I should give it a go at some time.

Bill then asked me to retrieve a towel from the bathroom, so that he could clean himself. I had been dying to touch Bill’s huge knob throughout our encounter but refrained from doing so, because I did not want to act like a ‘homo.’ Once done, we dressed before I went on my way after the customary hair ruffling.

That night I did taste my own cum and found it rather pleasant.

With the weekend upon us, I knew that I would not encounter Bill till Monday. My wish was finally realized on Monday, when I was invited to join Bill for a cold drink. The door was summarily locked as we entered his home. On this occasion all former protocol was dispensed with. We speedily undressed and soon he was seated naked with me again standing before him. This time, however, Bill pulled me in much closer with our cocks touching. As he began playing with my dick I could see from the horny encouragement in his eyes, that he wanted me to touch his cock. I placed both hands around his flagpole and started tugging on the monster.

With me being circumcised, I was mesmerized by Bill’s foreskin and began pushing it down further and further, eventually exposing almost all of his cock-head. With one final yank the glans burst free from its sheathed confinement. His dick-head appeared far larger than it had appeared when hooded. The glistening head was a dark purple colour with whitish flecks speckled over it, and permeated a strange fishy smell. Once out, the head could not retract back into its sleeve and only did so later, when Bill’s cock softened.

He took over from me and began jerking his own knob as I pulled on my dick. When Bill’s cock exploded, opaque white jelly spewed out of it like a sludge pump; covering us both with cum. Bill motioned me to my knees and scooping up wads of ball-jam, alternated feeding both of us with the globs of nourishment. By now his cock had softened enough for him to encase his mushroom head once more. When I returned with the towel to mop up the remaining residue, he pulled me towards him.

His fat tongue forced its way passed my lips, as he raided my mouth. As our heads broke apart, there were strands of spittle still connecting us. He then pulled me onto his lap, before we resumed our oral wrestling. I was inebriated by the taste of his nicotine flavored spit and pungent body odour. Bill had become the most exhilarating human I had ever met. Every fiber of my being knew that I would give myself over to him completely and be entirely at his beck and call. When we parted soon after, I could not wait for my next sacrament in his lair of gratification.

The following day when I was summoned, we moved straight through to his bedroom and undressed immediately. Bill climbed on top of me and started kissing me in the same fashion as the day before. As he licked my neck, ears, and face, I sighed like a sex-starved bitch enveloped in his clammy essence. Bill’s weight was fantastic and as he oppressed my small frame with his bulkiness, he excitedly mashed his huge knob between my legs. I was happy to surrender to his bulk and could not wait for his abnormal rod began to brutalize my small butt.

Turning over onto my stomach, I begged him to fuck me. Hesitantly, he inserted two tobacco stained fingers into my arse. As he started prodding and exploring, I bit the pillow in lusty submission. I would rather die, than not go through with this torment. As a third, then fourth finger was added, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. When Bill’s dick finally started assaulting my manhole, I almost bailed as the agony reached fever pitch and began praying that the pain would subside. Before long, his cock had lodged itself in my carnal-cave and I hung in, sweating as never before.

Bill held still in me for the next minute or so, until I finally relaxed and began breathing normally once more. It astonished me that a butt-hole could stretch to this capacity. I was rather relieved when his excitement reached the point of no return a few minutes later. He roared like an animal as he seeded my traumatized arse, expelling a barrage of gelatinous lava into my cavern. Bill sighed with relief, upon pulling out of me and not seeing any blood on his dick. He then turned me over and kissed me passionately, before I departed shortly after.

Needless to say, we regularly fucked after that and I acclimatized to his anal incursions. In fact, I began loving them!

Several weeks later, I received a wonderful bonus when my mom had to attend a conference. Confident that I was old enough to look after myself, she nevertheless asked Bill to keep an eye on me. Naturally, I spent the weekend with him. Bill put a notice on his door that he would not be available that Saturday or Sunday. We spent the entire weekend in his bedroom and fucked like rabbits. I was either on my stomach or on my back, for the entire duration. The room smelt like a barn when I finally left late Sunday.

Between the masculine hum and cigarette fumes, the room sweltered with male funk. I had never imagined what a stud Bill was, as he humped me incessantly throughout the two days. It took me an hour to decontaminate myself in the shower, once I arrived home that Sunday.

Bill and I had a steady relationship over the following year. My mother then, regrettably, got a better job offer far away from our happy little apartment. After we relocated, I lost contact with Bill. Bill, however, set a precedent in my life. From then on, I was always in search of a new Bill. I would only seek out large skanky men to satisfy my sexual needs. The bigger and uglier they were, the better.

Beauty as they say, is in the eye of the beholder.