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Saturday 28 September 2013

The Volunteer - part 1

[Author: HR]

When I moved back to Iowa, after retiring from the law firm of Hughes, Hubbard & Reed in New York City, I figured that I would have to go to Chicago or Minneapolis to find older men to have sex with.

But then I discovered the wonderful world of volunteering! The place I volunteered to work in was a nursing home called Friendship Haven. I don't want to tell you the name of the town in Iowa, but will tell you that it's located in the North central part of Iowa.

There's a few scary stories about nursing homes. Friendship Haven at least made an effort to live up to their name.

My job was to push a cart with magazines and books around to the patient's rooms and give them out to those that wanted something to read. More than half of my patients were women, but that still left a lot of old men on my rounds. The ages of the old men ranged from 62 years to 98. Some of them were bedridden but some were in as good physical shape as I am at 67.

My very first encounter was with George. He was 90 years old and semi-bedridden. He could get out of bed and walk to the bathroom but not much farther. I remember vividly pushing my cart into his room that day and looking at the balding man lying on the bed flipping through Newsweek.

"Need something to read?" I asked as I neared his bed.

I could tell the old man was tall as his feet reached to the very end of the hospital bed. He was slender but not skinny. When he glanced over at me with his green eyes they were sparkling with life. Even in his advantaged age he was still handsome, at least to me. I loved his big nose, huge ears and, from the parts I could see, his almost hairless body.

The old man asked me what I had that was new. I told him that this was my first day and I didn't know what was what on the cart.

"You got any Playboy magazines?" he asked with cheeky grin.

I shook my head.

"Fuck them! They think just because a man is in this place that we don't want any sexy magazines," the old man grumbled.

"You mean you still think about sex?"

I was surprised that the old man was still interested in sex.

"Hell yes! Ain't you?" he shot back at me. "Hell, I can still get it up. Well, not as hard as it was when I was your age. But I can still shoot a load, a big load. But, hell, they will not allow sexy magazines in here. I need a little stimulation."

My face must've shown the doubts I was feeling at the truth of his statements because the old man suddenly said, "You don't believe a word of what I'm saying!"

"Sure I do," I said, but even I didn't believe myself.

"Hell fire! Close the damn door and I'll show you."

The old man sat up, and swung his legs over the bed

"Go ahead and close the door. I don't want one of them damn nurses coming in on me."

I closed the door, and turned back. The old man had already dropped his boxer shorts, and was working on his peter. Even completely limp the old man's circumcised peter looked promising.


"You don't think I can make it shoot off do you?" the old man accused.

Suddenly I felt the burn run through me. I wanted to see the old man cum.

"Well, you are ninety!"

I felt guilty that I'd reminded him. You think he doesn't know this already?

"Fuck my age. Come over here. I'll show you that I can still shoot off!"

I walked over until I was standing only a foot or so in front of the old man. I watched as he grabbed his limp peter with a wrinkled, age spot covered hand and began to move it back and forth along the thick limp shaft of his peter. But after only a few strokes he stopped and spat in the palm of the hand he was using to masturbate.

"Too dry for my old pecker," he mumbled. Then he started working on it again.

The attention his peter was getting caused it to swell bigger and bigger as the old man jacked himself. I marveled at the size of the old man's pecker. He was doing pretty good, but no matter how fast and hard the old man moved his hand up and down the shaft of his old pecker it didn't get fully hard.

"See, I need to look at some pussy!" the old man said, his voice wheezing, all out of breath. "Need a Playboy magazine."

He stopped working on his pecker.

"Damn it!"

"It's ok. I'll bring you a Playboy magazine tomorrow."

"Ain't going to do me no good right now. I haven't shot off in a couple of months. And I'm all worn out. Can't work on it anymore," he said, between gasping breaths.

Then he looked up at me and said in a plaintive voice, "Can you help me out here?"

I must have looked shocked because the old man added. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to do that. That's wasn't right." He said in a sad voice, "Shit, it's hard getting old."

My hands were trembling with excitement as I reached down and touched the old man's huge limp pecker. The old man glanced up at me. "I don't mind." I said in almost a whisper as I grabbed his enormous pecker and started to jack it slowly.

The feel of the old man huge soft dick in my hand made my knees weak it felt so good. And the look on his wrinkled aged face made we want to kiss him.

"That feels good, but I need some lubrication. It's too dry."

Then before I could stop myself I was down on my knees before the old man, guiding his pecker head toward my mouth.

"Oh dear God!" he exclaimed as I started sucking on his peter's head.

"That feels wonderful!"

I swallowed more and more of his semi-soft dick. If his dick had been hard I doubt I would've have been able to take even half of it. But it was soft and I just kept cramming more and more of his pecker into my mouth until my chin was resting against the old man's balls.

The old man moaned as though he was in heaven when I moved my mouth up and down the shaft of his old pecker. I tongued and sucked his member, and I soon became lost in the bliss of the moment.

He came without warning. One moment his old pecker was dry and the next moment cum was gushing out of his piss hole. In my 67 years - and I have swallowed lots of loads - never have I had one as large as the old man's. I thought his dick wasn't ever going to run dry. He just kept flowing until cum was running out of my mouth and down my chin onto my chest.

The old man fell back out the bed. I let go of his pecker thinking that he was dying. When I saw the smile on his face I knew he was all right even though he was gasping for breath. I just stood over him until his breathing slowed down enough that he could talk.

"Damn good blow job," he said, a mix of gratitude and admiration.

He swallowed between sucking in air.

"Will you do it again tomorrow?"

He took a deep breath then, breathing out with a sigh, "Please?"

How could I say no?

"Sure. Why not?"

I reached down and took his limp pecker and slipped it back into his boxer shorts. But instead of leaving, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. I was too excited just to walk away. I moved up until my swollen dick was inches from the old man's mouth.

The old man looked up at me but didn't speak as I began to jack my engorged pecker as hard and fast as I could. The old man stared at my rock hard dick. I pushed the head of my pecker against his lips but he didn't open his mouth. So I just started rubbing my pecker back and forth across his mouth as I jacked it. Then I reached down with my other hand and took his soft dick in my hand. The feel of his soft dick and remembering how I had swallowed his big load of cum sent me over the edge.

Suddenly I was shooting off on the old man's face. He closed his eyes to keep from getting cum in them as cum spurted out of my jerking dick. When I'd finished the old man had cum from his forehead to his chin.

"Hold still and I'll clean it off."

He opened his eyes. Then I leaned over and started licking my cum off his face. The old man grunted and tried to turn his head away from me but I reached down and held his head still while I licked his face clean of cum.

"Open your mouth."

The old man did as I asked and I kissed him, sending my cum coated tongue deep inside his mouth. He resisted me. But I wouldn't stop. I sent my tongue deep into his throat. Then when I started stroking his tongue with mine the only man finally began to kiss back.

I finally broke our embrace and took the head of my dick and pushed it against his lips again.

"Suck the last drops out."

This time the old man did as I ordered. He opened his mouth and took the head of my dick inside and began to suck hard on my dick head. I could feel the last of my load being drained out of my dick.

"Good enough," I said.

I pulled my dick out of his toothless mouth.

"Are you coming back tomorrow?"

I pushed my dick back into my pants and zipped up.

"I don't know if I want to."

I hesitated. I could hear his clock ticking.

"Do you want me to?"

He nodded his head.

"But tomorrow you have to suck my dick and swallow my load."

The old man shook his head.

"I don't like that," he mumbled.

"Then I'm not going to suck you off."

The old man was silent for a long time. Then finally he said. "Ok."

"Good, I'll see you tomorrow." I said.

I leaned over and kissed the old man on the forehead.

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The Volunteer - part 2

[Author: HR]

On my next volunteer shift George smiled when I pushed my cart into his room.

"Here's your Playboy."

I handed him the latest copy.

He sat up in bed as he took the magazine and he hugged it to his chest. Then he quickly opened it and started thumbing through to the centerfold pictures.

Without asking permission, I knelt down beside him, reached into his boxer shorts and pulled his cut peter out. I started sucking on it as he stared at the naked models. For a moment he ignored me, distracted.

"God! Look what a pussy she's got!"

I swallowed his huge soft pecker up to his balls.

"Damn, feels like I'm fucking her. Yeah, suck me. Make me shoot."

He stared at the naked centerfold.

After his last efforts, the 90-year-old man surprised me by cumming so quickly. Even though he had cum only a couple of days before when I sucked him off, this time his load was even bigger. I swallowed several large mouthful of cum before he reached down and pushed my mouth away from his peter.

"Now you've got to suck me."

I stood up and unzipped my pants.

The old man looked at my big fat dick and sighed. Then he pulled out his false teeth and placed them on the nightstand.

"Do I have to suck it?"

He sounded like a little boy being made to do something he didn't want to do.

"Yes."

I reached up and grabbed the old man by the back of his head and pulled his face to my throbbing pecker.

"Suck it. I'm going to cum in your mouth and you're going to swallow my cum."

He resisted me but I forced the old man's head down until the head of my peter was pressed against his lips.

"Open up!"

Slowly the old man opened his toothless mouth and I slid my fat dick inside. His mouth was hot and his gums soft against my hard cock flesh.

"Suck on it!"

The old man reluctantly began to suck on the fat head of my peter. It felt wonderful knowing that my dick was inside a mouth that had never sucked a cock before. I let the old man suck on the head of my peter only a short time before ramming my cock down his throat. He took it without choking. I could tell he didn't like sucking my dick. He kept trying to pull his head back but I didn't allow him to. I just kept fucking him in his mouth fast and hard until I came deep inside his throat. Then I held my dick inside his mouth until he swallowed my entire load.

When I pulled my dick out of his mouth, I leaned over and made the old man kiss me. I sent my tongue into his mouth and tasted the last of my own cum on his tongue. I made him kiss me until I cleaned the last of my cum out of his mouth.

The old man wiped his mouth with the back of the sleeve of his robe when I broke out embrace.

"That was nice. You are learning to be a good cocksucker."

I zipped my pants.

"You forced me to," he accused. "I don't like sucking your pecker."

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve again.

I smiled down at the old man.

"Hey, just say the word and I won't come by again."

"No, I want you to come see me again. But I don't want to suck your dick again."

He sounded hurt. Defiant. Making conditions.

"It doesn't work that way. If I suck your dick you have to suck mine."

Even 90 years old still trying to be in control, I thought.

"Will you bring me another magazine on your next visit?" he finally asked, accepting.

"Sure. Wouldn't miss it." He's a negotiator.

He managed a grin. I pushed my cart out of his room.

The next two room were occupied by old women but the third room down from George contained an 72 year old man suffering from a stroke. An old woman was at his bedside, the same one that was there the first time I visited his room.

"Alvin can't hold a magazine. He doesn't have control of either arm," the old lady said, getting up from her chair. "I'm Lois, his wife. I was just leaving. You can leave him a picture magazine and I'll show him the pictures later."

"Can I do that for him?" I volunteered.

"Oh, would you?"

I nodded, smiled.

"Thank you, that's so nice of you," the old lady said.

She stopped at the door and turned back and looked at the gray haired man lying on the bed.

"I'll be back tonight, Honey," she said and then left.

I closed the door and pushed my cart up to the old man's bed. He rolled his eyes to the side and looked at me. He made a sound as though trying to talk but only a gurgling noise came out of his mouth.

I reached under a stack of old Newsweek magazines and pulled out a copy of Playboy. I held it up so that the old man could see the cover.

"You want to see pictures of naked women?"

The old man made his gurgling noise again.

"Blink your eyes once if you want to see the pictures and twice if you don't."

I opened the magazine up to the centerfold.

The old man quickly blinked once.

I held the magazine up so that he could get a full view of the beautiful naked blond girl. Then as he looked at the picture, I reached down and pulled the sheet off him. He was wearing a hospital gown so I reached down and pulled it up until his crotch was fully exposed.

The old man had a cut dick and saggy balls. I reached down and started playing with his dick.

The old man started making his gargling noise again. I looked at his face. Even in his condition, that old man was still handsome. Maybe once he had been chubby, but now he was skinny but with sagging breasts and stomach.


"You want me to stop playing with your dick? Blink twice. If you want me to keep playing with it blink once."

I watched his eyes.

The old white haired man blinked once.

I quickly put the magazine down on his chest and moved down the side of the bed until I could lean over and take his dick on my mouth. Then I started sucking on it and fondling his balls as I sent my tongue up and down dick shaft.

The old man started making frantic gurgling sounds as I worked on his dick expertly. And damn if the old man's dick didn't start to get hard. This surprised me, and it excited me too. I worked harder on his dick; tonguing and sucking like crazy as the old man's gurgling sounds grew more and more frantic.

Then he came.

It wasn't a big load. But damn, did I enjoy sucking it out of the old man's dick. And when I moved back up to the head of the hospital bed, the old man was blinking his eyes wildly.

"Did you like it?"

The old man stopped blinking and then slowly blinked once. He sighed.

"Do you want me to do it again to you the next time I stop by?"

The old man blinked again.

"Was that a hint of a nod?"

He did it again, a smile whisking around the corners of his cheeks.

I kissed the old man on the lips and left his room.

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Friday 13 September 2013

Hot in Fort Lauderdale

[Author: HR]

I pulled into a parking space at one of the 5 star guesthouses in Ft. Lauderdale. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. I had been driving for about 16 hours. Driving through the cooler night had been a good idea, but now that I'd stopped, my tiredness crashed over me like a wave. I felt absolutely exhausted when I entered the office.

All I wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep. My hopes of sleep didn't seem like they would become reality for an hour or so however. I overheard the handsome gent that was checking in before me being told that he'd have to wait while his room was being cleaned. I was afraid I'd have to wait too, and I wasn't looking forward to that.

The receptionist said he'd have to wait until around 4. He shrugged and, with a chuckle, said he'd wait by the pool. I felt kind of peeved for him. I guess he didn't have a reservation, but, really? Three hours in this heat ... not exactly five-star service.

He seemed unconcerned. On his way out of the office he smiled, and nodded to me.

When I reached the desk I was very pleased because my room was ready. In a matter of minutes I was bringing my bags up to the suite and getting settled. While getting everything arranged and put away I glanced out towards the pool. The hunk I had seen in the office was sitting on a chaise lounge chair. He was dressed in a stetson, long pants, and a dark shirt. Despite what the brochure said, even with "a cooling libation" from the pool bar he wasn't going to be "basking on the tropical pool deck". He had to be miserable wearing that in the blinding heat of Ft. Lauderdale mid-afternoon sun.

I decided that I would go down and introduce myself.

"Afternoon," I said. "Lauderdale afternoon's are sweltering."

"Howdy."

He smiled.

"I'm from Houston. We call this 'just warming up' back in Texas."

He grinned. I watched a bead of sweat trickle down his cheek, under his chin, and down his throat. I liked his soft Texas drawl. There were dark patches of sweat under his arms, his crotch looked darker as well.

"Mind if I join you for beer? I've been on the road for hours and ..."

He cut me off with nod to the lounger. "Please, take a load off..."

Over a beer I learned that Ron was from Houston and was in Ft. Lauderdale on business. He'd managed to escape his business convention early and thought he'd take a long overdue break here.

In just a short time, sitting under the lush foliage, we really hit it off. We had a couple of beers, we laughed and talked like we were old friends. I was extremely attracted to him; however with me being so damn tired I couldn't get too riled up. Eventually I offered to let him use my room until his was ready. He was thrilled to hear the invite.

"Much obliged. Be great to get out of this heat for a while, that's for sure."

We picked up a couple more beers and went upstairs to my room.

Once inside he immediately commented on how nice the room was. It was nice - more like an apartment than a hotel room. I tilted the blinds to screen out the glare. The room became dark and cool, and as I cooled down I realised how sticky I'd become.

"I think we might've started melting out there. If you'd like to have a shower to freshen up please be my guest - there's enough towels, there's a spare robe..." I gestured towards the bathroom.

"Thanks, I think I will."

He flapped his elbows and plucked ruefully at his shirt, sticking to his sweaty body. I could see his nipples pressing out against the damp fabric.

"Please, be my guest. I'm going to have a rest - my back is aching after the drive. If I fall asleep, wake me when you're done, because I could do with a shower too."

"Will do."

I lay down on the bed, and I might have heard the shower start to run. I didn't even feel as though I was falling asleep. I was startled by the touch of a hand on my shoulder. Ron shook me gently.

"I'm out of the shower, it's all yours."

When my eyes finally focused, I saw from the bed clock that 20 minutes had gone past. I thought I was dreaming. Ron was standing there, buck naked but for a towel draped over his left shoulder.

Up until now, I'd found Ron to be a hot man.

Right now, however, I thought he was amazing. He looked so delicious standing there. His uncut cock was only inches from my face. As my eyes traveled up his body I noticed his nice belly. It was perfect for my taste, it was big and firm. His torso was also nice and fuzzy. His build was kind of frail but he was still sexy. His shoulders were broad, but not muscular. His face was the best! Those eyes of his were so deep and entrancing. They seemed to smile (I know that sounds stupid, but they did). His skin was flawless and looked as soft as a baby's ass (not that I would know how that feels). And his hair ... it was completely full, white around the sides - and mussed up from drying it.

As I completed the survey of his body my eyes met his. He and I seemed to become lost in each other. Without warning, he descended on my lips. Our tongues entered each other's mouth and probed around. This was so hot. The spontaneity of this made it even better. I pulled him down on to the bed, and rolled over on to him. During our embrace I repositioned him on top of me. Feeling him on me was a terrific wake-up call - no matter how tired I was I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

"Wait, wait," I said, puffing a little, "Let me get out of these clothes."

Ron watched with interest as I tore my clothes off. He laughed at my lust-fueled struggles, and held his arms out to me when I finally got clear and bounced back on the bed.

He grabbed me and rolled me on my back and proceeded to kiss me, before straddling me. It wasn't long before he had moved up and straddled my head. Sucking his big beautiful balls was all I could think of. I pulled them hard with my mouth. His balls hung so low that I could almost swallow them, and I loved it! While I worked his balls I slowly jacked his hard cock.

Ron moaned in pleasure as I tortured his nuts. Even though I loved sucking those balls I wanted to progress to something more tasty. My tongue then traveled to his lovely chunky ass. I licked the cheeks softly. I then split them and attacked his sweet hole. After a few licks of the entrance I darted my tongue deep inside of him. Ron's moans changed quickly to whimpers of passion. The deeper I entered him the more he pushed down on my face. Just before I was about to suffocate he stood up.

He walked out into the living area.

I followed him when he had been gone a few moments. There I found him applying lubricant to his ass. He held up a little travel kit, complete with packet of lube and a couple of rubbers.

"Don't leave home without one," he said, looking serious.

I grabbed a rubber out of his hand and quickly put it on.

Then I firmly took his hands behind his back and pushed him to the wall. As he stood against the wall like a criminal being arrested I lined up my cock. When I felt his hot ass on my cock I pressed forward.

Jesus Christ he was tight! I couldn't get every inch in at first. I had to warm him up with some slow thrusts. Every time I entered I penetrated him deeper.

"Yes ... yes ... yes ... " he moaned softly.

He winced a little at each thrust. Suffer, you bitch, I thought. I could tell that he was enjoying it. But I could also sense that he was not going to be very active as a bottom. I'm soon gonna fix that.

After several different positions I moved him to how I preferred to fuck, lying on his back with his legs in the air. I laid him down on the kitchen table. It was very sturdy and topped with sheet of thick glass.

He squirmed from the cold glass on his back, but when he looked up at me there was no holding back.

I fucked his sweet, tight ass for half an hour in this position. At times I would fuck him fast and furiously, him humping and gasping for air. Other times I would go slow, pinching his nipples, and making him whimper and beg for cock. The whole time I boned him his cock stood up hard. Watching it bounce every time I thrust into him was a real turn on.

After a while, despite all of my desires, I started feeling dead tired again. Ron sensed my fatigue and suggested we stop. I turned down his request. Instead, I grabbed his hands behind his back, bent him over and rammed my cock up his thoroughly worked-over ass.


Hold his hands up I walked him to the bedroom again. I pushed him on the bed, and flopped down beside him. I laid back and looked him in the eyes.

"Now it's your turn to work. Ride it until I cum in your sweet ass."

He didn't need any more directions from me. He straddled me, worked my swollen cock back into his ass, and just bounced and writhed on me.

I would never believe this hunk was into such hot sex if I didn't experience it, I thought to myself.

I was torn between wanting to keep the incredible sex going, and fighting to keep the exhaustion at bay while paying full attention. I squeezed his tits mercilessly and while he grimaced with the pain, he never missed a beat. Fucking Ron was the best fuck I'd had in a long time.


I couldn't hold it any longer. My body tensed up and my cock stiffened even more. I began to shake and moan. Ron felt I was ready to climax and bounced quicker and quicker.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me good! C'mon, I want you, fuck me..." he said, between gasps for breath.

His words became louder and more insistent the closer I got. Finally, shaking from side to side, I filled him up. He moaned as he felt each stream of juice enter him. Ron rode my cock, pounding his ass against me for several minutes after I came. I was delirious from the sensation but I wanted more. He collapsed over me, and clung on to me as the orgasmic spasms flooded across my body.

He held me tight until our breathing calmed down. When he got off me he didn't say a word. He peeled the condom off me, and then just walked out into the living area and got dressed.

Ron returned several moments later, and wiped me down with a cool, damp towel. He tucked me under the sheets, and kissed my forehead.

"You get some sleep and I'll be here at 6:30 to take you to dinner."

Before he left he grabbed my shorts that were lying, kicked off, on the floor. He searched my pockets until he found my room key. He put it in his pocket.

"We are going to have fun this week!"

He grinned, and he closed the door with a soft click.


 
curation: maturehairychubby137 

Monday 9 September 2013

Kinky Old Man

[Author: HR]

I really didn’t know what to expect when I moved into Knox Village in Pompano, FL. But at 78 years old, being gay, and not having any children or close family to look after me, I decided that an assisted living facility was the best way to go. I guess I imagined it to be full of little old ladies, and yes, there were more than enough of them, but I also found some nice old men. Actually the apartment next to me was occupied by an eighty-year-old man that gave me heart palpitations the moment I spotted him.

You see, I have one of the one-room apartments in the towers, but it’s on the first floor and I have a garden area. I was out there the day after I moved in potting some plants when I heard the door of the next apartment open. I glanced over and out walked the most gorgeous old man I had ever seen. I swear if he walked into Tropics he would be swarmed he was so good looking.


I’m a little overweight but the old man next door was tall and well built, with gray, thinning hair. He was wearing boxer shorts and damn if the front of his shorts wasn’t gaped open so wide that I could see glimpses of his huge dick flopping back and forth as he moved about his area of the garden before straightening his patio chairs and sitting down to read the morning paper.

I guess he saw me eyeing him because he said, “Hello.”

He went back to reading his paper before I had a chance to strike up a conversation with him. But that didn’t stop me for positioning myself so that I could stare at his crotch. And that’s just what I did. I even mangled a couple of plants I was so keen on eyeing his old pecker. I guess I spent an entire hour potting four plants that morning and got a roaring hard on as I worked and watched.

When the old man next door finished his paper and went back inside I hurried in to my apart and stripped naked. Glancing in the mirror I compared my pecker to his. Mine was short but very thick but I figured that my huge balls were bigger than his, from what I had glimpsed. And looking in the mirror I also noticed that I was much more hairy than the old man next door.

Then as I stood there in front of the mirror looking at my reflection, I thought of the old man and began jacking my short thick pecker with one hand as I squeezed my huge balls with the other hand. I shot off quickly. But I was still unsatisfied. And all day I thought of my neighbor as I finished straightening up the apartment.

That night I found out just how thin the walls of the apartments were! I had no more than gone to bed when I heard the old man’s voice calling out. “Take my big dick! Take it all! Damn, your asshole is hot!” And then I could hear the old man grunting and groaning. I lay in bed for a tortured moment before I remembered that his apartment was exactly like mine. That meant that he had the same glass sliding doors opening to the patio.

I jumped out of bed and hurried outside in my boxer shorts, hoping to be able to peek inside and see the old man fucking. My pecker was throbbing and I was shaking from fear of being discovered as I approached the old man’s patio.

I couldm’t believe my luck. The old man had verticals like me, but he didn’t have them complete closed. And although he had the lights off in his one room apartment, the bathroom light was burning - its light faintly lit up the bedroom. As my eyes adjusted to the light inside, I spotted the tall old man. He was on the bed on top of another... I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. But what I could tell was that he was fucking like crazy.

As I watched, he pulled his long dick out of the person’s asshole and rose into a kneeling position between their legs.

Something totally unexpected happened next. Suddenly the old man reached down and jerked the person up with one hand as though they were light as a feather. He flipped the person over and grabbed them by the head and shoved their opened mouth against his stiff dick. Oh my God, it’s a blow up doll! The thought shocked me so much that I stumbled backward and tripped over one of his patio chairs. I made a god-awful crushing sound and I hit the cement patio floor hard.

The next thing I knew the old man was standing over me.

“You O.K.?”

He grinned and reached down to give me a hand getting up.

“Break anything?”

I assured him I was fine as I got to my feet. Then suddenly I realized that he was naked with his long pecker stick straight out from his belly only inches from my own dick. I glanced down at my crotch and saw that my stubby dick was sticking out of the fly of my boxer shorts.

“Ah... ah...” I started trying to explain but I just didn’t know what to say.

We stared at each other's dick for a long moment. Then he swallowed and licked his lips a little, and said, “Come inside.”

His voice was full of tones of authority. Here was a man not used to be being denied. Not that I could've have refused him even if I had wanted to.

After closing the sliding doors after me, the old man walked over to the bed. He lifted the blow up doll and tossed it aside to the corner of the room.

“Get on the bed! I’m going to fuck you!”


I willingly did as he ordered, and as I lifted my legs he moved between them and guided his big pecker towards my old asshole. Even as he pressed his dick head against my asshole, he leaned forward and kissed me.

God, I felt like I was in heaven. It had been months since I had last been fucked, and never - never by an old man straight out of a wet dream. His kiss was delicious and our tongues intertwined as we explored each other.


Then the old man dick penetrated my asshole. The pain caused me to grunt as we kissed. But as he drove his long old dick deeper inside me, the pain turned to pleasure. Quickly he was fucking me as hard and as fast as he had been fucking the blow up doll while still kissing me.

I thought it couldn’t get any better but then he broke our embrace. He leaned down and took my stubby pecker in his mouth, sucking and caressing it with his lips and tongue. The pleasure sent me into spasms that didn't stop as his mouth performed wicked tricks on my old pecker. The tall old man was a master as giving pleasure and I took all he could give and yearned for more.


When he sensed I was about to cum, he drew away, and entered me again in one hard thrust. I jumped and thrashed under his deep impalement as he continued to pump his long old dick into my ass. I groaned with the pleasure and pain as he pounded into me. He reached down and grabbed my dick - wrenching me, controlling me, as though he was holding the reins of some stallion.

Then we were both shooting off. My stubby pecker began spewing cum in his hands at the very same time that his long dick exploded its load deep inside my old asshole. The pleasure sent me reeling. I lost track of time and place.

Only when the old man kissed me did my mind clear.

“Gee, I’m glad I moved in here. This is as close to Heaven as I’ll ever get,” I said.

“I think I can throw away the doll.”

He grinned.











Saturday 7 September 2013

The Stalker - part 1

[Author: HR]

Dear Diary -
I know what I did was wrong.
But I couldn't stop myself. I'm lonely and ugly and old and nobody wants me any more. I'm like the invisible man when I go to Tropics or Chardee's. No one will even look at me. Maybe it's my big nose, or my over-sized ears, or my thick pouting lips, or just the hideous scar running from my right eye down to my neck. Damn that car accident!
All the old men used to fall all over themselves for a date with me. But except for sticking my big dick through the glory hole at the Cubby Hole and having someone suck me off, I haven't had sex for three years. 

I'm 67 and don't have many years left...
None of that is an excuse for what I have done. But when I saw the old man standing in line at the checkout counter of the Fast Shop, I lost control. He was everything I had always been looking for. Maybe older than me by a couples of years and silver haired. Not tall and slim like me but short and stout with gray hair shower over the front of his shirt. He even smiled at me when I turned and looked back at him while standing in line at the convenience store. His smile started a fire in my loins and a compulsion that I had no defense against.

But damn, it was so easy. I followed him home. Then for weeks I watched his every move. In all the time I watched him, I never jerked off once. I wanted to. Every time I watched him I edged closer and closer, stopping before I lost control.

The first thing I realized was that he was straight, but with his looks and movements, that didn't come as a surprise to me. Only when I had recorded his daily habits - until I got to the point that I knew where the old man was heading before he got there, did I make my move. It was at the very place where I had first seen him, the Fast Shop. He had a habit of stopping by there on his way home from fucking his girlfriend who lived in Coral Ridge Towers. Funny, he smiled at me inside the store again. If he had known what was coming he wouldn't have smiled. I even walked out with him.

As he opened the door to his white Mercedes I just walked up to him and jabbed the barrel of my old Army Colt 45 in his ribs.

"Don't say a word!"

I hissed out the words using the most sinister voice I could muster.

"If you don't do exactly what I tell you I going to kill you."

I pushed the barrel harder against the old man's rib case to emphasize my words.

"Do you understand?"

"P-Please. Take my money... "

I jabbed the barrel of the old Colt so hard in his ribs that he gasped with pain.

"Shut up! Do what I tell you and you'll live. Disobey me and you're a dead man."

The old man's beautiful green eyes bulged as he looked at me. He must've seen the desperation and determination in my eyes, because the resistance went out of him.

"Close the car door and walk over to the silver van park next to you. Stop to speak to anyone or say a word and I shoot."

I paused a moment to let my words sink in.

"Now move! Walk over to the passenger side of the van."

Luckily it was late, almost closing time for the convenience store. Except for the old man's car, and my van, there wasn't any other vehicles in the parking lot.

I forced him around to the passenger side of my van and told him to climb in.

"You try to run and I will kill you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

In spite of the threat, his voice was strong, clear.

I didn't hurry around to the other side of the van. I walked at a normal pace. I don't know what I would have done if the old man had bolted from the van ... probably nothing.

But I didn't have to decide. When I opened my door he was sitting calmly in the passenger seat looking over at me. He even had his seat belt done up nice and snug.

Compliant, I thought to myself.

"That's the way. Keep doing exactly what I tell you and you'll live another day."

I got in the van.

The old man didn't speak until we were heading down Oakland Park Boulevard.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever I want to."

I glanced over at him. He looked grim but still didn't show and signs of panic as I turned off Oakland Park on to Powerline Road.

"Where are you taking me?"

I turned into Easterlin Park.

"You'll see."

I turned right when I got into the park and headed back to the campground. I parked in a camping spot away from any other campers. I knew that no one would bother me tonight. Tomorrow the rangers would drive through and check the sites for newcomers and have them come to the office to sign in, but for tonight I was safe from interruption.

I parked and flicked on the dome light in the van. I turned to face the old man with the Colt pointing toward him.

"Take your clothes off."

I heard the sexual excitement creeping into my voice. My mouth was dry, my heart was racing. The weeks of denying myself had brought me to a fever pitch.

"What are you going to do?"

The old man stared wide eyed down the barrel of the Colt.

"Take your clothes off. Don't make me say it again!"

I was angry with him for hesitating.

God - it was wonderful watching him undress. I felt a surge of pure power flash through my body as the old man pulled his off shirt, exposing his broad, gray haired chest. I smiled to myself at the sight of his nipples. They were tiny like most straight men's.

"You ever been married?"

I nodded down to the side. Get on with it. He pulled down his pants. He was wearing white jockey shorts.

"Yes. I'm divorced."

He grabbed the waistband of his jockey shorts, then hesitated.

"Take them off. I want to see your dick."

"Look, I'm not gay. Just let me go and I'll forget all about this."

He gave me a pleading look.

"When was the last time you fucked a woman?"

"Ah ... three days ago. I know this widow that lives in Coral Ridge Towers. We get together one or twice a week."

The old man said suddenly seeming in a talkative mood.

"Do you just fuck her, or do you and her have oral sex?"

I could feel my swollen dick throbbing inside my pants.

"No, we do both. She likes for me to eat her pussy while she sucks my dick."

The old man let the waistband of his jockey shorts go with a satisfying snap.

"Look, just let me go and I won't report you to the police."

I shoved the Colt within an inch of his face.

"Take them off!"

Panic flashed across the burly man's old face for the first time. He grabbed his jockey shorts and jerked them down.

I smiled at what I saw. His short thick circumcised dick was beautiful. His nice watery balls were covered with gray pubic hair. I couldn't stop myself from reaching over and touching his dick.

"You ever had your dick sucked my another man?"

"I said I wasn't a fag ... I mean gay," the old man said with a sudden flare of anger. "I didn't mean an offense," the old man added quickly.

"Do you think I'm good looking?" I suddenly asked. "And don't lie."

I waved the Colt in front of his face.

"Maybe ... maybe once ... ah ... before the scar," the old man said.

It was true. I smiled ruefully.

"I was before the accident."

I took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. I leaned forward toward the old man.

"Kiss me."

"P-Please. I can't kiss another man," the old man pleaded, "I just can't."

I waved the Colt in front of his face.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Kiss me."

I got a perverse pleasure seeing the anguish on the old man's face as he leaned toward me. Straight men, I thought, I love 'em. Just before our lips touched he closed his eyes and shuddered. Then our lips met. He started to pull away but I grabbed him behind the head with my free hand and held him. I pushed the barrel of the Colt into his ribs again, and I forced my tongue into the old man's resistant mouth.

He shuddered again as my tongue entered his mouth. He didn't respond. His tongue didn't move. I kissed him with passion. My tongue made love to his mouth. Slowly, in spite of himself, he started to respond. His tongue moved a little. Then, as I kissed him with all the skill I had learned in my 67 years, he started returning my kiss, weakly at first but then as I emptied my soul into the kiss he response became almost passionate.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" I said when I broke our embrace. I leaned forward and kissed him on the right cheek. "You are very handsome.

"Please, just let me go... "

He made a move as if to open the door.

"Don't!"

I swung the Colt back towards him.

The old man was silent as I pulled off my shirt. He stared me like a frog eyeing a snake as I slipped off my pants. He didn't take his big green eyes off me as I eased down my under shorts. I let them drag slowly over my hard dick, before, with a quick flick of my hand my dick to flopped out like some thick snake.

He licked his lips, and swallowed dryly.

"Take hold of my dick and play with it."

Just knowing that the old man had probably never touched another man's dick sent shock waves through me when he reached over and awkwardly grabbed my dick.

"I've never have seen a man with an uncircumcised cock before," the old man said as he slowly pulled my foreskin back until it wouldn't retract any farther exposing my old dick head. "I mean not in person. Have only seen pictures."

Without any urging from me he started jacking my dick.

"You ever fucked a woman with this?"

"No, but lots of men." 

"I... I don't see how they could take something so big..." 

"Well, you're going to find out in a minute."

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The Stalker - part 2

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The Stalker - part 3

[Author: HR]
Dear Diary -

For a full month I hardly left my slum apartment. Fears of arrest lingered over me like a black cloud. I watched every local news program for a hint of what I had done to the old man. But there wasn’t any story about an old man being kidnapped and raped. Nothing, not a story in the newspapers or on TV. But the fear stayed with me. I lay awake at night waiting for the loud knock on my apartment door.

It never came.

Slowly, I began to believe that the old man hadn’t reported me.

Why I didn’t just get on with my life and try to forget what I had done to the old man, I can’t explain, except to say that he populated my dreams. I relived the experience of his wonderful manly kisses, and his tight ass as I fucked him. The dreams were so vivid that sometimes I would wake up in a pool of cum.

During the day I'd fantasize about him, and on the rare occasions I went out I'd imagine I'd seen him, somewhere in the crowd at the mall, someone just out of the corner of my eye.

The compulsion to seek him out came over me again and again. I wrestled with it - oh God, did I fight with the temptation. I really did. I tried everything, but couldn’t get him out of my mind. Every time I thought of him and the night inside my van, I would end up jacking my dick until it squirted.

One night, after midnight, and after a few tequila shots, the compulsion came over me so bad that I left my apartment and went to the nearest pay phone. My fingers trembled as I dialed Frank’s home number. It rang so many time that I feared he was not home. Finally a sleepy voice said, “Hello.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Words just wouldn’t come to me.

“Who is this?”

The voice on the other line suddenly sounded fully awake.

“It's you!” he accused. “It is you, isn’t it?”

He was becoming angry.

“Yes,” I said softly. “It’s me.”

There was a long pause.

Then the old man’s voice said, “You fucking asshole!”

“Did you visit you girlfriend tonight?” I whispered.

Again there was a long pause.

“Yes! And I fucked her. I told you I’m not a fucking queer!”

His angry tone bristled over the wire. I was covered in goosebumps from the sound of his voice.

“You didn’t go to the police.” I said.

“Fuck you! I should have! I should have gone straight to them and your ass would be in jail already and they would have locked the door and never let you out.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Fuck you!”

The phone line went dead.

I stopped at an all-night market and bought enough junk food to do me for several days and went to my lair. I stripped naked, and jacked off. It wasn't enough. I jacked off again thinking of the old man. And even then, I later dreamed of him.

The next night I when to the same payphone, knowing that if he had reported me, the police had more than likely tapped his phone and could trace the call. I tried, but couldn't resist. I dialed his number, shaking. This time he answered the phone on the second ring.

“Why are you calling?”

It sounded as though he had expected me to call. I remained silent.

“Haven’t you done enough to me already?”

His voice sounded a little less angry.

“I keep thinking about you.”

“Fuck you! You damn queer!”

He didn’t hang up though. Sitting there. Listening in silence.

“I jack off every night thinking about you.

“Jesus! Fuck! You are sick.”

“When I kissed you, it was so wonderful,” I told him softly.

“You made me kiss you. You had a damn gun pointed at me."

“Are you naked?”

He didn’t answer.

“I’ve got a hard on.”

Still, the old man didn’t answer.

“I’m going to jack off when I get back to my apartment. Do you ever jack off?”

The phone remained silent.

“Do you think about me fucking you when you fuck your girlfriend?”

My dick began to throb so hard it was painful.

“I want to fuck you again . . .”

The connection went dead as I shot off in my pants.

When I left my apartment around midnight the very next night, I had intended to call him again, but I drove past the phone and found myself heading east on Oakland Park. Several times I slow down to turn off Oakland Park but couldn’t stop myself for heading east. I was shaking almost violently when I pulled into the driveway of the old man’s house.

The small ranch style home was completely dark as I quietly pulled into the driveway and parked beside his white Mercedes. I sat in the van staring at the house for several minutes before finally getting out and walking up to his front door. I knew that what I was doing would get me arrested, but the knowledge didn’t stop me from ringing his doorbell.

I could hear the loud chime echoing through the house. I rang it again.

“Who is it?!”

The old man's deep voice had a nervous, angry edge.

I didn’t answer. I saw a curtain move slightly.

“Fuck! It's you! Are you crazy coming here?”

“Let me in.” I said, softly.

“And, if I don’t, what are you going to do? Shoot me through the door?”

“I don’t have the gun.”

He hesitated.

“What’s to stop me from calling 911?”

Some of the anger was gone from his voice. I could hear a new edge, a reluctant interest.

“Nothing.”

“Just go away. I don’t want to see you,” he said, but his voice was more pleading than demanding.

“Fuck it! Go away!”

He seemed to be trying to stir up his anger again, almost as if he was talking to himself.

“Let me in.” I said softly. “I got to see you. Please let me in,” I found myself saying in a desperate voice, “Please, I've got to see you.”

Honestly, I didn’t expect him to open the door.

But he did.

The old man unlocked the door and slowly opened it until we were standing face to face. I took a deep breath as I realized he was standing in the doorway completely naked. I had to fight myself to kept from reaching out to touch the thick patch of gray hair on his chest, visible in the dim light from the street lamp.

“C'mon. Please, let me in. Please?”



The Stalker - part 4

[Author: HR]

The old man slowly backed away from the doorway.

I quickly stepped inside. I turned and we looked at each other in silence for a long moment.

“You ruined me. Why didn’t you just shoot me that night?” he said, his voice rising in anger. “I’m ruined.”

I stepped up to him and hugged him. He attempted to push me back but I held him to my chest.

“You used me like I was a woman.”

Holding tight in his struggles, I pressed my mouth to his. He tried to turn his head from mine but I grabbed his head in my hands and held it in place.

Then we kissed. Our tongues found each others. I rammed mine violently down his throat. I took command of his mouth. I crushed down his tongue and dug deep inside his throat making him suck on my tongue.

“I’m going to make you do everything I want before I fuck you hard with my big dick,” I whispered in the old man’s ear.

“No!” he yelled, and tried to break away from me. But I pulled his face to mine and made him kiss me again.

“I going to make you rim my ass with your tongue,” I said, when I finally pulled my tongue out of his mouth. “Where’s the bedroom?”

Like a meek lamb going to slaughter, the old man lead me to his huge bedroom. Then as he climbed into the four poster bed, I stripped naked. My dick stood straight out from my hairy crotch when I pulled down my white boxer shorts. I also noticed that his short dick was erect as he lay on the bed waiting for me.

I climbed onto him like he was a woman and kissed him. He kissed me back. “Have you been thinking about me?” I asked.

“Yes. I hate you.”

“Why didn’t you call the police?”

“I tried. I picked up the phone a dozen times to call them, but I couldn’t.”

The old man looked away as he confessed.

“Why?”

I moved down until my face was close to his crotch.

“I told you! You ruined me! You made me queer for you,” he said with his voice rising again in anger. “Hell, when I’m fucking my girlfriend, I keep remembering getting fucked by you.”

Then I closed my lips around the old man’s dick. He started moaning as I tongued and sucked his thick little dick. I loved sucking his dick. His moans were music to my ears. I wanted to devour him.

I hated to stop sucking him, but when I felt the old man tense up, I knew that I must or he would shoot off. Although I abandoned his dick, I didn’t stop giving him pleasure. I lifted his thick hairy legs and pushed my mouth against the rose bud of his asshole. Then as he began to wiggle in delight, I started licking his asshole. It was tight, but not as tight as the first time when I had raped the old man. My pecker had stretched his old asshole enough that it would never be as tight again.

I still did have to work some to get my tongue inside the old man’s asshole. I loved the tangy taste of his asshole and the silky textures inside him. The old man went crazy as I worked my tongue deeper and deeper into him. He started arching his back and bucking when I began to twist and turn my tongue deep inside his asshole.

“Oh, God! That was wonderful,” the old man said, when I stopped.

I slid up his body, stopping to kiss the patch of gray hair on his chest.

“You’ve ruined me,” he said but there was no longer anger in his voice. “Completely ruined me,” he added as I pulled my face up even with his.

“No, I can’t kiss you. Your tongue has been inside my asshole,” he protested in dismay. I pressed my lips against his. I knew he could smell his ass on my breath. I forced his mouth open and slid my tongue inside. The old man fought against kissing me, but I forced my will on him.

Then he was kissing me back. It was wonderful to share the taste of his ass with him. We locked our tongues together, and suck on each other’s tongue. And the old man’s kisses became more passionate the longer we embraced. But I wanted to feel his tongue inside me. I pulled my face away from him and moved up until my asshole was squared against his lips.

“No!”

The old man’s voice was more a moan than a protest. My asshole was pressed hard against his mouth. He didn’t stick his tongue out immediately. He tried to resist, but I just pressed my asshole harder against his mouth until finally he relented. Then as he hunched air with his hips sending his dick pumping empty air, he opened his mouth. His velvety warm tongue touched my asshole. I shuddered from the pleasure. Then he was licking and probing my asshole like a mad man as he tried to get his tongue inside me.

I loved the thought of making him eat my ass. I enjoyed the knowledge that I was making the old man do something that was both totally alien, and extremely repulsive, to him. That knowledge gave me as much pleasure as his warm moist tongue did as he finally got inside of me.

“Eat my asshole, you old queer,” I called out to him. I felt him suddenly try to push my ass away.

“No, you are a queer!” I told him and pressed my ass back against his mouth. “Tongue my ass, bitch.”

The old man made a whimpering sound beneath me as he complied. Once again I felt his warm wet tongue slip inside of me.

“Yes, I’ve made you queer!” I said, getting even more pleasure out of humiliating the old man. He whimpered again but pushed his strong tongue deeper into my asshole.

“I’m going to fuck you like you were a woman!”

I reached down and grabbed my dick and began to masturbate it until it was hard enough to ram inside the old man’s tight asshole.

“That’s enough,” I said, pulling my asshole out of reach of his wonderful tongue. “Now, I am going to fuck me a queer.”

“I’m not queer,” the old man said shaking his head defiantly. I moved down and hoisted his legs up over my shoulders.

“I’m not!”

I spat on the head of my dick. He started begging me not to fuck him as I pressed the swollen red head of my pecker against his old tight asshole. But he didn’t make any effort to fight me as I put more and more pressure against my dick until it popped into his asshole.

The old man cried out. I leaned over and kissed him as I drove my dick deep into him. He reached up and pulled my face hard against his as I sent my tongue down his throat. He couldn’t cry out but he made strange noises deep in his throat as I rammed my dick up to my balls inside of him. Then I started fucking the old man brutally, raping his tight old asshole as he clung to me like a child.

I fucked his ass until the shaft of my dick was lathered up.

“See? You like it. You want it. You love it. You are a queer. You were born to be fucked like this. You are my queer!”

I got so much pleasure out controlling him, of spitting my words at him, that I suddenly shot my load inside of him.

Then, with cum still dripping from my dick I quickly switched around into a 69 position.

“Suck my dirty dick!” I told the old man, as I pressed it against his mouth. “Taste your ass pussy on my dick.”

He resisted. I grabbed his huge balls and squeezed them until he cried out in pain.

“Do it! Suck me, bitch!”

As he reluctantly took my dirty dick in his mouth, I took his dick in mine. I worked on it with such skill that he began moaning deep inside his throat as he sucked my dick. When he shot his big load in my mouth, I got so excited that I shot off again. He gagged and tried to spit my dick out but I forced my dick in him, and made him swallow the entire load as I sucked the cum out of his dick.

He held me tightly for a few moments before we both relaxed.

When I turned around to face him, he eagerly kissed me. We kissed for several minutes before I broke contact.

“Now I have ruined you completely. You are mine,” I whispered. "Finally. Mine."

I kissed him on the forehead.

“I’m still not a queer,” the old man said, his voice shaking. “I still like fucking my girlfriend. And I couldn’t bear the thought of having sex with another man. If I am queer, it’s only with you.”

“Does that mean that you are not going to the police?” I asked.

“Hell, what can I tell them?”

He choked back a sob.

“I let you in.”

He hugged me as though he would never let go.


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