The Return of Gordon Ketter

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Gordon Ketter was what they call a bull of a man. Six foot three inches tall, broad shoulders, thick neck, a handsome face when not twisted into a snarl, thick biceps and pectorals and triceps and quadriceps and every other kind of ceps the body has, for he had muscles on his muscles. They told a story about a man in a small car found Gordon Ketter standing in the middle of the street, not moving but blocking his way. The man pulled his car up, and honked his horn. Gordon looked at him, then bent down and flipped the car (engine in the front so he lifted the entire engine block) over onto its hood. The man had to crawl out the window, and when he did, Gordon beat the hell out of him. Just for honking his horn.

So when he died one day of some unspecified illness, people simply made two conclusions. First, that he had been poisoned and second, that Gordon had deserved what he'd got. And when his body vanished from the county morgue that same night, nobody cared it had been stolen or cared much to look. Gordon Ketter was gone and good riddance, and only two people knew what had happened to Gordon Ketter's body.

One was Doctor Gabriel Cormichael, with a list of honorary degrees longer than his name, but which are unimportant here, as long as you remember he was a man with more than the ordinary amount of intelligence and medical skills.

The second was his son, nine year old Michael Austin, the progeny of an unfortunate liaison between the man who was keeping long hours and the female laboratory assistant who had become infatuated with him. Dr. Cormichael was un-inclined to pay any attention to any assistant, and some form of artificial insemination may have been used. No matter, his mother had died some two years ago and the courts had sent him to live with his father, who treated him as an unofficial laboratory assistant. He had learned to wash beakers and pipettes and such and how to sweep the floor and how to keep out of his father's way as much as possible the rest of the time. The professor's housekeeper, a big-busted woman named Kelsie, kept an eye on him while she was home, but after she left he was on his own unless the professor was between his experiments.

Michael had taken to sneaking into his father's laboratory after Kelsie left, and seeing what he was doing. He had hamsters and rabbits and even monkeys after a while. So he was startled but not too surprised to see the muscled form of Gordon Ketter, who was very much dead, lying on his father's work table. Curiosity overcame his secrecy and he walked up and asked his father, "What are you doing with Gordon Ketter's body?"

"A work that will transform the world." his father told him. "If my experiment is a success, I will be able to bring Gordon Ketter back from the dead."

"Oh." Michael had been in the laboratory too long to be too surprised. "Why?"

"Because contrary to the popular suspicion, he was not poisoned. He suffered a coronary thrombosis, a simple blood clot obstructed the blood flow to a critical part of his brain. It was a simple matter to clear the clot and his body has not been dead more than ten hours. That was critical."

"Why?"

"Because the body doesn't die all at once. I had to revive him before too many cells of the body died and before he could be embalmed. Once I had cleared the clot and restarted the heart and lungs, it was a simple matter to return the brain to full operation. It hadn't truly died yet. Oh, he probably lost a good deal of his personality, but if anyone needed to have his personality wiped out, it was Gordon Ketter, wasn't it?" Dr. Cormichael smiled thinly. "His body was larger than most people which made the job of reviving him much easier than if I had, perhaps, had your body to work with."

Michael shrank back as his father laughed. "At any rate, he is alive and his brain is restoring the missing neural links he lost with the thrombosis. I only now need to find a way to awaken him."

As if that were the cue, the body on the table stirred and the naked form of Gordon Ketter, once dead and now alive again, sat up on the table.

"Excellent balance and muscle coordination. Good, good. Let us see if he retains very much of his memory now."

He walked up to the man who seemed drunk but returned the doctor's stare. "Hello, Gordon. Do you remember me?"

The mouth worked, stumbled, tried again. "No," came out in a creaky tone.

"Do you know what your name is?"

"No."

"What day you were born?"

"No."

The experiments on the revived man took a while, but Michael helped his father and gazed in amazement. It was a shame that the man was such a mean jackass, he had a nice body and that cock of his, wow, it was huge!

It turned out that Gordon Ketter's memory had been wiped clean. He would stand, walk, sit, bend, all those things, even talk in simple phrases. But he was baffled by most everything else. He was almost babylike, he remembered only the very, very basics of living.

After a few weeks, the doctor moved Gordon into the main house. Kelsie was scared of him, for she knew his reputation, but Michael (who had formed a sort of friendship with the new Gordon) promised to keep an eye on him, and Gordon was obeying Michael in everything he understood. The professor got his results and a chance at a new body soon and seemed to forget Gordon as nothing but another failed experiment, he wanted to bring the entire mind and body back, not just most of it. He felt sure he knew what had gone wrong with Gordon, and with the next body, he could make scientific history for certain.

So Gordon was with Michael now and he was so happy that he could finally move his new friend into his room with him. He taught Gordon how to play games with him, like checkers and Chutes & Ladders, and Gordon learned them quickly, and he grinned widely every time he won the game (Chutes & Ladders took no skill, it was only luck, and nobody is missing that) and Michael was quick to praise him and helping him learn to read. He was finally potty-trained and they no longer had to put him in the diapers they had had to use for the first week or so (Kelsie was so mad at the extra washing, and was so glad it was over).

But when they took the last, clean diaper off the man, and offered the man a pair of briefs and shorts and shirts in his own large size, he threw a fit worthy of a two-year-old, and refused to put them on. Michael decided he had praised Gordon too much for learning to use the toilet and would have to get the man to learn to wear clothes next.

He tried taking all his own clothes off (which made Gordon clap with glee) and then putting the clothes back on while showing them to Gordon, but again, when Michael tried, Gordon showed the closest thing to a tantrum yet, he slapped them down again out of Michael's hands. Apparently he wanted them both to stay nude and when Michael gave up and sat down next to him naked, he grinned widely.

Michael said, "Okay, I'm buck naked. What do you want me naked for, Gordon?"

Gordon stood and scooped Michael up in his arms and carried the boy to the bed. He crawled in himself and laid on top of Michael and began to kiss the boy's lips and face and neck.

"Gosh, Gordon, you remember something else, don't you?" Michael giggled. He reached down and caught hold of Gordon's cock, the prick which was huge while soft turned out to be even bigger when hard! He had hold of ten hard inches of thick, pulsing dong! "Do you remember what this is for?"

"Yeah, Michael!" Gordon said, his simple face lit up with delight. "I know just what it's for. Do you want to see?"

"Uh-huh!" Michael grinned. "I'd love to see what you do with it."

Gordon rolled onto his back, his muscled frame glorious in the overhead light of the bedroom, and he said, "I can do this with it!" He grabbed the long schlong and began to pump on it quickly. "I do this and it feels really good!" Gordon grinned in simple innocent delight.

"Hoo, boy!" Michael said. "Gordon, there's a whole lot more you can do with it than that, a whole lot."

"Really? What else can I do?" Gordon was innocently eager.

"Gordon, I would love to show you. You're doing the only thing you can do alone but with someone else, you can do a lot else."

"Oh, boy! Can you show me, Michael, can you show me? I learn things real fast."

"You certainly do. Well, one thing people can do in bed is play with each other's dicks."

"You mean like this?" and Gordon grabbed Michael's young shaft, which had stiffened from watching the big man jack his huge rod. He began to work it with his fingers briskly and Michael hissed, then groaned at the pleasure. "Do you like me doing this?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, but I meant other things. Oooh, ohhh, ohhh!"

"So you want me to stop this?"

Did he want Gordon to stop? Hoo, boy! "Yeah, stop for now, maybe some other time!" Michael panted. Gordon reluctantly let go and Michael gulped hard. Wow, even his best fantasies hadn't gone this far!

"Okay, Gordon, let me show you some other things. First lesson is how to suck cocks."

"Suck on them? Like we did those candy canes?"

"Not exactly." Michael sighed. "Let me show you by doing it on you."

"You're going to suck my cock?"

"Yeah, that's the idea."

"Is it going to hurt."

"Not if I do it right."

"Okay, but you got to promise to do it right. I don't want it hurting."

"I won't hurt you. Now, just lay there and watch what I do." Gordon scooted upwards in the bed and moved his pillow so he was sitting up. "Good. Now, first thing, I work up some spit in my mouth and hold it there. It'll help it feel better when I suck you." Michael scooted down so his face was near Gordon's whanger.

"I don't spit it out?"

"No, no, don't spit! Just hold onto it."

"Now, what I want to do is take your cock in my lips and hold onto it, but not let my teeth touch it in any way and move up and down like your hand did, only with my mouth. Watch what I do, because I won't be able to talk and do it at the same time."

"Okay, Michael. I'm watching."

Michael sank his lips over Gordon's shaft and the big man gave a gasp of surprise, then a long "Oooooooooh!" of pleasure. "Ooh, that feels good, Michael."

Michael began to move his lips up and down and Gordon's response was immediate and dramatic. "Ohhhh, uhhhhh, ooooh, ahhhhh!" The big man writhed and heaved his huge chest up and down as he gasped and moaned. "Ohhhhh, Michael, that's great! I really like it, it's just great!"

His spit now deposited on Gordon's cock, Michael lifted up long enough to say, "And it gets even better as I keep doing it."

"Oooh, keep doing it!" Gordon's hand came up and landed on Michael's head and pushed him back down to business, then let go to fall by his side. "Ummmmm, yeahhhhh, keep doing it!"

Michael milked at the big man who was watching and groaning and after a while, his eyes glazing with passion, he panted, "Michael?"

"Mm?" Michael grunted while keeping his head busy bobbing.

"Can you slide around here? I want to try what you're doing."

"Mh-mm!" Michael grunted and slid around and Gordon grabbed his closer leg as soon as it was close enough and Michael found himself being dragged into a sixty-nine position, and Gordon's eager lips slid over his own two inches of dong eagerly. His mouth was soggy, it was so wet, but that felt good, too, when the lips began to slip back on him making sloppy, wet sounds. "Slp, slp, slp, slp, sip!" Michael moaned and sped up his sucking on Gordon and that made Gordon speed up, too.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmm, mhhhh, mhhhhh!" Gordon grunted urgently and Michael knew he was about to climax and he gripped tighter and sped his movement up and down even faster. Gordon let out a long, loud groan of "Uhhhhhhh-UHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHH, UHHHH-KUHHHH-HNNNNNNNNNNN!" and with the last sounds, he climaxed lustily into Michael's sliding mouth with a thick spooge that was like being loaded up with a thin paste, it was sticky and didn't want to swallow. Michael struggled and more gushed in, and he gulped once, got the first load down, and two more added themselves to the two already in there and Michael had to give up. He opened his mouth and let the spooge gush out of his lips, holding onto the cock as best he could, but the last feeble spurts ran directly down the glans and shaft and Michael rose up and swallowed hard, got his mouth and throat clear, breathed again.

Michael's own cock was steamingly hard and Michael lay back and moaned himself, as Gordon hadn't faltered even in his climax, a stunning feat of self-control, and Michael convulsed and gasped and moaned and shuddered as his little boy climax shook him and he felt his cock spurt out a bit of sticky liquid and felt proud that this first hint of his future spunk would go to Gordon. Gordon gulped it down and sucked on his cock to suck out more. Michael was exhausted and empty and had to yank his cock from the man's sucking mouth. "Enough, enough, I'm done. Thank you." he said.

Gordon scrambled around and kissed Michael fervently. He remembered the right way to kiss someone you had just made love to, all right. Nice he didn't have to teach that to the man. As to the rest of it, hoo-boy! Teaching would never get better than this!

Michael went back and licked at the thick goo on Gordon's cock and Gordon permitted this, in limited quantities, Michael could and did swallow it. He cleaned the man and then said, "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."

"Me,too!"

"Let's go get some supper. But you have to put your clothes on now."

"Awwww!" But Gordon complied.

Kelsie nearly dropped her platter of hot dogs and chili when she came in and saw Gordon at the table. "My God! Is he ready for this, he could make a huge mess!"

"Gordon knows how to use a spoon or fork." Michael said. "He only needs me to cut up his food if I need to."

"All right." Kelsie hovered and watched as Gordon followed Michael's example and loaded up the hot dogs with the chili and ate as Michael did. "Well, at least he isn't any messier than you are," was Kelsie's judgment.

Michael showed Gordon how to use a napkin and Kelsie stared at him in amazement. "He imitates you like a monkey," she marveled. "I'll be dogged."

To Kelsie's credit, she treated Gordon kindly after that, even brought in his plate of meat pre-cut if the food required a knife to eat properly.

After the hot dog and chili supper, Michael and Gordon returned to his bedroom and Michael began the job of teaching Gordon about fucking his ass. Michael hadn't ever been fucked before, but this huge hunky stud in his bed made him determined to find out.

He took it slowly, first teaching Gordon about licking buttholes, by first convincing the man to wash his anal area thoroughly as well as his own, and then in bed, he got his face between Gordon's hairy thighs and dug his tongue in to play with the small tuckerhole. Gordon moaned as he felt it and dove around to give Michael the same treatment.

Michael then spent some time both teaching Gordon and stretching his own ass by having the big man lube up his finger and probe it into his body. Gordon begged Michael to do the same thing when he found how much Michael was liking it, and Michael gleefully agreed, after all, he wouldn't be nine years old forever, after all!

After a good while, with Gordon happily working Michael's prostate with his fingertips to make him moan and groan (he would even climax if Gordon kept it up), Michael panted, "Okay, Gordon, we're ready for the next step. I want you to lube up your cock the same way you lubed up your finger. We're going to try having you push it into my ass."

"Won't that hurt you?"

"Not much, if you use enough lube and don't push too fast. Just push into me nice and slow. I'll tell you when to stop."

"Okay." Gordon moved into the position they used for when they would rub their hard cocks together (something Michael taught Gordon while they were getting his asshole opened up) and then he guided the lubricated cock down to his asshole and said, "Okay, Gordon, push in slowly."

Gordon's fat dong was an ass-full and then some, but Michael tried not to groan or wince, even as the cock got uncomfortable. He only had to ask Gordon to stop pushing a couple of times, and finally he was fully inside, the big man panting hard. "I'm getting awful horny, Michael." he said breathily.

"I know, but pause just a little longer. Michael wriggled and after a time he said, "Okay, now pull back slowly and then push in again, but don't take it all the way out, keep your head and a bit of the shaft inside me."

"I got it," Gordon gasped, and the big man did. He began to slowly push and pull his cock back and forth and Michael lost his pain and was gasping and crooning and clinging to Gordon's powerful body as he shivered. "Ohhh, ohhhh, you can go faster now."

"Like this?" Gordon began to move his hips faster.

"Oh, yeah, oh, that's good, that's really good!" Michael panted out.

"Yeah, it is," Gordon agreed. "This feels really good, Michael."

"I like it a whole lot, too."

A bit later, he asked Gordon to move even faster and the man was moaning and grunting in a form of sexual frustration, but he obediently moved at Michael's instructions and not any faster or harder.

"Ohhh, ohhh, faster now, faster!" Michael heaved. "I'm getting close, so you can go fast as you want to, now."

"Fast as I want?"

"As fast as you want."

"Okay." Gordon unleashed the beast and began to pummel Michael's tender ass hard and Michael was glad he'd kept going with the slow training, for the impact of this hammer-fucking could have damaged him badly if he'd approached it quicker.

Gordon was in a frenzy and Michael's climax was swallowed up in that big man's frantic fucking. He was heaving and thrusting and gasping and ramming and he gave out a long, wavering yell of orgasm in his joy! AHHH-AHHH-UHHHH, UHHH-AAAH-UHHH-AHHHH, OHHHH-HAHHHHHHH-UNNNNNNN-GUHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHHH!" All the while he gasped, he was exploding hot spunk into Michael's bowels, and the thick come was thick and greasy and lubed up the fat cock anew with the white slime of hot man-goo!

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh!" Gordon slumped down and the heavy weight landed fully on Michael, and he gasped, struggled, unable to breathe, and he slapped Gordon's back and the big man realized and rolled off of Michael.

"Gee, I'm awful sorry," he apologized while still panting, his large chest bobbing up and down.

"It's okay, Gordon," Michael said. "It takes a bit of practice. But you're learning."

"Yeah, I'm learning a whole lot!" Gordon agreed with a wide grin on his face.

"You should be ready to go to regular school pretty soon," Michael agreed. "And I'll be there to bring you home every afternoon."

"Hoo-ray!"

The people of the town were about to get a big surprise, when they see that bully Gordon Ketter had returned, Michael thought. But they would soon see that the big lug was now a big sweetie!

THE END
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