WALLY, WOWWOW [05/29/1999]

Every summer, since I was old enough to be trusted, I would make the trip from our little town to the lake. Sometimes I'd hitchhike but most times I'd ride my trusty CCM. This summer was no different.

The ride to the lake was a good 6 miles and the only thing between our house and the lake was miles of undeveloped land. The only break in the wilderness was a small house about halfway there. The house was on a dirt road but the owner managed to keep it looking dust free for most of the year. It had red brick siding and even though I was never inside, I knew what it looked like because a couple of my friends lived in similar places. They were really small, usually only two rooms; a combination kitchen/living room and a bedroom.

The man who lived in the house was an older man named Walter Wojonorowicz but everybody always referred to him as Wally Wowwow. At least all us kids did. He was never seen much in town. He had a garden and he worked in it every day. Every time I rode by on my bike on the way to the lake I would see him working away in his garden. I never spoke to him or so much as waved hello to him. He was always just old Wally to me.

It was a really hot day and I had finished my chores so I called a couple of friends to see if they wanted to go to the lake. I got negative responses from my usual friends but one did say he would go later. So I decided to go by myself and off I went, peddling lazily so as not to get to overheated in the hot sun.

I stopped a few times on the way to throw rocks at telephone poles and generally be a pest to all the wildlife I encountered. About half way to the lake I noticed a peculiar thumping sound coming from my back tire. I got off my bike to see what was wrong and discovered a big hole in my tire with the tube sticking out like a balloon. I let some of the air out and the balloon went down enough to satisfy me. I got back on and resumed riding but was worried about getting a flat tire. As I rounded a curve I came upon Wally's place. I looked in the yard and there he was in the garden behind the house.

Maybe I could get him to help me fix my tire, I thought. All I needed was a piece of leather or something to block the hole and then refill the tube with air and I would be off and good as new.

I rolled into the yard and stopped short just past the house. The door was open and I could see into the house. It looked all dark and gloomy inside. How could anyone live in such a small house, I was thinking when I heard a voice calling to me; "Hey you there, what do you want". Wally's voice was loud and terse. Now I was afraid to ask for help. He didn't seem very friendly. I lay my bike on the ground and walked over to him. This is the first time I really ever had a chance to see him up close. He was a short little man of about 5 foot 6 and he was a little on the chubby side. He was wearing boots, shorts and a sleeveless tshirt. A sweatstained straw fedora covered his head. I could see curls of silvergray hair swirling out from the brim of his hat. He must have been working in the sun for a while because his tshirt was wet with perspiration all the way down to his waist, front and back.

"My bike has a bad tire and I was hoping that you might be able to help me fix it" I said in a squeaky voice, revealing my fear and discomfort with having to speak to this grumpy old man.

As he stood and walked toward me his demeanour changed and he cracked a bit of a smile. "I didn't mean to frighten you, lad, I don't get many visitors here and you sort of took me by surprise. Let's take a look at your bike and see what we can do."

He picked up my bike and wheeled it to a nearby shed. There was a tree stump by the shed which Wally sat down on and began to examine the bike. I told him about the hole in the tire and he looked at it and nodded. "Fix this up in a jiffy" he said. I was starting to feel more comfortable now and sat down on the ground across from where he was sitting. He had the bike upside down with the rear wheel between his open legs so he could examine the tire. I watched as he spun the tire to the trouble spot. That's when I noticed that his shorts were pulled up to his crotch and I could see straight into them. It was only a small opening but I could see pinkish red skin within the opening. It was a stark contrast to the deep brown tanned skin the covered the rest of his body. I moved to try to get a better look but Wally kept moving and blocking my view. Then after a bit he stood up and went into the shed to get some tools. It was exciting to see that which I knew I wasn't suppose to. I wished I would get another glimpse when he returned. Moments later, Wally returned with a tool box which he set on the ground beside him and sat back down on the stump. His legs were open but not enough for me to see anything. There was a big bulge but nothing visible. Wally took a rag from his back pocket, removed his hat and began to wipe the sweat from his head and forehead. He lay the hat aside and put the hanky back in his pocket. He had silverwhite curly hair that circled around his head like a donut. The top of his head was smooth, tanned and as hairless as a babys bottom. He let the air out of the tire, removed the tube and placed a piece of shoe leather inside the tire to block the hole. He then put everything back together and using a tire pump he refilled the tire with air. All the while he was working I was staring at his crotch; hoping to get a glimpse of that pink skin but no luck.

When Wally finished he flipped the bike onto its wheels and pushed it toward me. "There, good as new" he said in a proud voice. I thanked him and was about to leave when he asked if I would like a drink or something. "Sure" I said. It was really hot and I really didn't have anywhere to go anyway. When we got to the doorway of his house he sidestepped and held the door for me to enter before him. There were a couple of steps to climb to enter and as I got to the top step Walter gently placed a hand on my ass and pushed me inside. I didn't think anything of it but thought it odd that he would leave his hand there as long as he did.

I turned around as I entered to see Walter with a large smile on his face. His mouth was open and I could see he had perfectly straight white teeth offset by a very pink tongue. I guess it was the contrast between his well tanned skin that made his teeth and tongue stand out so much. His eyes were half clenched as he smiled which brought out big wrinkles at either side of his face.

The inside of his house consisted of one big room. There was a bed at one end with a dresser beside it, a small couch big enough for two only and a table with two chairs. There was a stove that took up the biggest part of the house with a huge wood storage box beside it. I guessed that the stove was for cooking as well as for heating. There was no electricity. There was a kerosene lamp on the table and another hanging on the wall. There were limited seating choices so I chose one of the chairs. Wally got a couple of plastic cups from a small cupboard by the stove and filled them with water that he got from a metal pail on the stove. The water was surprisingly cool and I drank it down quickly. Wally took the chair opposite me and began to ask me about where I was going and what I was doing on the old road. I told him about how I was headed for the lake but wasn't expecting to see anyone there for a few hours.

We chatted about his garden and other small talk and I thanked him several times for fixing my bike. We drank a couple of cups of water each as we spoke. After about a half hour, Wally excused himself to go outside for a leak. I wished I needed to go but I didn't have the courage to invite myself out to do the same. He walked out the door and with his back to me he began to take a leak in the bushes a few yards from the house. I could tell from his movements that he had pulled the front of his shorts down to do his business. When he finished he shook up and down with both hands then with a final flip finished and returned to the house.

When he got back into the house he went directly to the bed. It was a double size bed and was covered with a light colored cotton blanket. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a while before speaking. "It's been a long day and I'm kinda tired, I think I'll have a little nap before going back to the garden. Since you have lots of time you can take a nap here also, if you want to". With that he kicked off his boots and swung his legs onto the bed. I watched as he settled down on his back. His body was very muscular and with the exception of the hair on his head, there was little else visible. There was a long silence that made me feel a little awkward. I was thinking about what he said and didn't quite know what to do. Wally then yawned wide while outstretching his arms. As he did he turned toward me and as he lowered his arms he looked over to me and with his open hand motioned for me to join him. The open invitation, though silent, seemed a command. I couldn't control my actions. I walked over to the bed, took off my runners and got in beside him.

"You don't mind if we cuddle, do you?" he asked. He reached over and pulled me over to him. He easily rolled me onto my side with his arm reaching around my shoulders and resting on my arm. Since we were both wearing shorts, when I rolled toward him I was touching skin to skin. I snuggled in and raised a leg over his. He didn't react negatively so I snuggled in a little more. My face was nestled in his neck and looking down. From my vantage point I could see a protrusion in his crotch. I watched as it got bigger and bigger. I was sure Wally could feel my cock as it pressed against his leg. He wasn't saying anything so I just stayed still and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

"Would you like to touch it" he asked in a whisper. I didn't answer right away. I wasn't sure. He reached down with his free hand and finding my hand he gently grasped it and pulled it toward his crotch. My hand was trembling as he lay it on top of the bulge that had grown quite large. As I rested my hand on the bulge I could feel his cock. I pressed my palm against it but was careful not to take hold of it. I rubbed up and down the extent of it several times. When I got to the base of it I found his balls and massaged them also. "Touch it inside my shorts" he said, pleadingly. I stroked up the shaft once more and found the waistband of his shorts. The shorts fit very loosely and I had no trouble slipping my hand inside his shorts. His cock was silky smooth and not quite hard. My tiny hand was filled by its girth. As I began to glide my hand up and down the length of the shaft it began to stiffen and I could sense a pulsating as it got harder and harder. Wally was beginning to breath harder and his heart was beater louder and faster. He removed his arm from around me and slid his shorts off. He then pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. I gazed upon him as he lay there naked except for his socks. I could now see the mass of snow white hair that covered his chest. His chest was lighter with dark circles where his exposed skin was tanned. His nipples were like pencil erasers protruding from the white mass of chest hair. "Would you like to give it a little kiss" he asked. His cock was rock hard now and stuck straight out from his crotch.

"OK" I said. Wally turned onto his side and with one hand he applied a little pressure to the top of my head. As I slid down the bed I could see his cock as it got nearer. It was round and fat and about 6 inches long. His balls were hanging down from the base and nearly touched the bed. His balls were like hens eggs and hung a good 6 or 7 inches away from his cock. I'd never seen anything like it. The skin on the head of his cock was halfway off when I approached. The head didn't have a hole for an opening but a type of slit. It was about a half inch or more long. I could see clear liquid dripping from the end and falling to the bed. Wally continued to apply pressure to my head as he steered my mouth toward his cockhead. When it hit my lips the precum spread over my lips and some got into my mouth. I kissed the head of his cock and more precum leaked out and onto my lips. I licked my lips and got a taste of the precum. It was deliciously sweet and had a nice taste to it.

Wally began to call out instructions as I progressed; "that's it, yes, kiss it, oh yeah!"

As he instructed I did my best to follow and do what he said.

"Open your mouth just a little bit, let me just stick it in a wee bit",

"Suck on the head a little, gently now".

With the head of his cock in my mouth I could taste the precum as it continued to flow from the slit. I was swirling his cockhead around in my mouth as he made tiny thrusts in and out of my mouth.

"Play with my balls" was the next instruction. I cupped one in each hand and began to roll them around. Wally continued to ooh and ahh and cry out with delight as I continued to massage his cock and balls with my mouth and hands. With his hands on the back of my head he began to take longer and longer strokes with his cock. I had to breath through my nose because his cock completely filled my mouth. With each in stroke I started pulling his balls under my chin and waiting for the outstroke to pull them back out. This seemed to really please Wally as he began plunging deeper into my mouth. He now had every inch of his cock fucking in and out of my mouth and he started to hump a little faster. The end of his cock was driving my head backwards so Wally had to pull on my head to keep it from being pushed away. I felt helpless as he continued his relentless fucking.

Wally then began a series of continuous oh yes, yes, oh fuck, oh fuck, suck it baby, suck your daddy, fuck, yesssssssssssss........

When he started cuming in my mouth he held his cock all the way in for a second or two. I could feel his cock pulsating and the juice squirting into my throat. I didn't need to swallow for it squirted straight in. When he drew his cock back the cum began to fill my mouth and I was forced to try to swallow but couldn't. When he jammed his cock back into my mouth, the cum exploded from my mouth as I exhaled. He was still cuming as he thrust his cock into me two or three more times.

Wally suddenly let go of the back of my head and slumped down onto the bed with his cock still in my mouth. He drew it out slowly and when the head came into view it had another droplet of thick white cum perched in the slit.

Wally reached down and squeezed his cock which made another droplet of cum appear. He again took my head and pulled me close enough to wipe the head of his cock clean on my lips. He squeezed again but this time there was nothing. He relaxed again and said "you sucked me dry, dry, dry!" He then instructed me to take off my shorts, which I did, and sit on his chest. Which I also did. He pulled me up far enough for him to get his lips on my cock. He held the my ass as he pulled my cock into his mouth. His mouth was hot and juicy and he sucked my cock all the way in. He had only made about a dozen strokes when I exploded into his mouth. He continued to suck wildly as I came. Unlike me he had no trouble containing my cock and its juices in his mouth.

When he finished sucking me dry he pushed me off of his mouth with one last strong suck and finished with a wide open mouth AHHH.

Wally pulled me off him and rolled me over beside him. He took a sheet that was laying at the bottom of the bed and pulled it up over us both. Turning me away from him he nestled his softening cock into my ass and wrapped his arm over me. His cock felt wonderful pressed against my ass. "Let's have that nap now" he said and we lay there still. I didn't think it would be possible to sleep after all that but the next thing I knew I was waking up to Wally snoring in my ear.

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