I like to drink. And since my wife died of cancer I go out to the bars in Fort Dodge often. I'm a 70 year old farmer from Humboldt, Iowa but I still think I'm much younger until I look in the mirror. It ain't a pretty picture! What little hair I have is snow white. And looking in the mirror I can't tell where the crow's feet stop and the old age wrinkles start. Seems that my ears and nose have gotten bigger with each advancing year. But when I look at my body, it's still slim, well almost slim. Never had any body hair except for a little around my crotch, very little. My dick hasn't grown bigger like my ears and nose, but thank God it didn't shrink either. My dick might be average but I got a set of balls that would do a prize bull well.
I must admit that I go out to the bars mostly because I am horny. There's a lot of drunken sluts in some of the Fort Dodge bars, like the Brass Rail on Main Street, that will go with an old farmer like me. But I haven't gone with any even though they have offered.
I didn't know why until Friday was a week ago.
I was sitting at the bar at the Brass Rail drinking a Miller Light. I was well on my way to getting drunk as it was almost closing time and I had been there all evening. I was one of half a dozen drinking at the bar when this little old guy came in and took a seat next to me even though there were lots of empty bar stools. I had seen him in the Brass Rail a couple of times before but had never spoken to him.
Kate, the old red head that own the bar called the little old man Joe, and brought him a mixed drink without asking what he wanted. And as he sipped on his drink, I studied him in the mirror behind the bar. He looked about my age even though his hair was darker and fuller than mine. Like I said, he was small but one of those wiry types that always surprise you with their strength. He was a nice looking old man, especially when I saw his big doe-like brown eyes.
As he took another sip of his drink and set it back on the bar, I caught a glimpse of a Marine tattoo on his arm. I turned and asked him had he been in the Marines. He told me he had retired from the Marines after thirty years. Said even though he had been out for close to twenty years, he still missed them.
"Used to go out drinking with the guys on Friday nights and still do, even though my wife bitches like crazy," he said.
I told him that my wife had died several months ago.
"Yeah, it's hard. Can't live with them and you can't live without them."
He paused, and stared straight at our reflections in the mirror.
"But what do you do for sex now. Don't tell me you just jack off."
My face must've turned red because he said, "Hey, I lop my mule sometimes too."
He bumped his leg against mine, companionably, and I looked up. He smiled. I did too. I knew it. We're both men, we're in this together.
"Closing time!" Kate bellowed, and flicked on the main lights. Her red hair glinted unnaturally in the harsh lights. The warm atmosphere vanished. For some reason her skin reminded me I had some dry wall that needed finishing. "Drink up and get out!"
"Hell, I ain't ready to go home," the old man said. "I've been out so long that my old lady is going to be waiting up for me. Might as well keep her up a little later."
He grinned, looking mischievous.
"You know of a bar that stays open later?"
I told him that all the bars closed at the same time.
"Damn! I'm not ready to go home."
"If... if you feel like a beer, I got a cooler full of Miller on the back of my truck. When I was a kid I used to drive out to the old quarry and drink beer. Hell, I feel like doing that tonight."
I was enjoying his company and, like him, I didn't want the night to end.
"Sounds like the plan to me. Let's get out of here before Kate starts throwing thing at us."
I knew from past experiences that he wasn't joking.
I was really second-guessing myself as I grabbed two Millers from my cooler and we climbed into the cab of my pickup. But damn, it made me feel like I was twenty and not seventy years old to be heading out to the quarry.
"Too bad we didn't bring one of those old sluts along with us," the old Marine said.
I saw him grab his crotch out of the corner of my eye.
"Hell, I'm horny."
He took a long drink from his can of beer.
"Me too. But I ain't got a wife to go home to fuck like you have."
I pulled the pickup near the gravel quarry and turned out the lights. The moon was up, and between the moonlight and the glow from the radio it was as cozy as the bar.
"Well, truth be told, the old battle ax will not let me fuck her anymore. Says my dick it too big," he said.
I laughed and said, "You got to be pulling my leg. Heck you're not as big as a minute. If you've got a big dick it's the biggest thing about you."
I laughed again.
"You don't believe me," he said in a half angry voice. "Hell, I can prove it real easy."
The words were hardly out of his mouth when he unzipped his jeans. He reached in and pulled out the longest, thickest dick I had ever seen.
I just set there staring at his huge dick with my mouth open in shock.
"Damn it. I feel cheated. Why should a little fuck like you have such a monster dick?" I demanded.
It was the old Marine's turn to laugh.
"Hey, yours can't be that small. Take it out and let's see."
I guess I was really drunk at that point in time because I suddenly found myself unzipping my green work pants and pulling out my little cut dick. I glanced down at my puny dick and over at the old Marine's monster dick and shook my head.
"Nope, you sure got me beat."
"Make it hard. I bet you got a grower."
He began to slowly move his hand back and forth over the mushroom head of his own dick, never taking his eyes off mine.
With just a twinge of guilt I started jacking myself off, right there, in front of the old Marine. Even through the alcohol fog in my brain, I couldn't believe that I was actually jacking off in front of another man. Hell, I hadn't even done something like that when I was a kid.
With the old Marine watching, I really didn't expect my dick to get hard. But damn if it didn't swell up like I was twenty years old again. The thing got so hard that it was throbbing.
"Hell, you got a nice dick too. It's not long but nice and thick."
His voice was warm in open admiration.
"Show me your balls. C'mon."
I felt my pulse quicken, but, I didn't even hesitate. I reached down and undid my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. I dug my hand in my briefs and struggled to pull out my enormous set of balls.
"Wow, I ain't never seen such big nuts! You must shoot a monster load of cum."
Then without asking he reached over and grabbed my balls with his free hand.
"Damn, they are monster balls."
He began to massage them.
The shock of having another man touching my nuts stifled the protest in my throat. By the time I recovered from the shock, the touch of the old Marine's rough hands on my bull balls felt so good that I didn't want him to stop. I leaned back and let him massage, pull and squeeze my balls until I thought I was going to shoot off on his hand. I could feel the fire rising and just as I was nearing a climax he pulled his hand away.
Suddenly he had his hand behind my neck and was pulling my head down toward his crotch.
"Give my big dick a kiss," he urged, forcing my face closer and closer to his crotch.
I wanted to protest, but seeing his monster dick inches from my face sent me into a state of lust that I had never felt before. My warmed up nuts wanted to burst, I wanted to cum. I swear I tried to stop myself, but in spite of my inner battle, I found myself opening my mouth. He knew it. He knew I would before I did. He grunted with satisfaction as he forced my face into his crotch.
The old Marine's dick was hot in my mouth. I ran my tongue around and over it quickly. I gritted myself because I thought he'd taste of piss or something bad but he didn't.
And damn it if I didn't start sucking the big mushroom head of his dick like I knew what I was doing. I felt surprised, elated. It felt - I felt - I don't know - like a baby sucking its thumb. It felt soothing to have his dick in my mouth - like I'd come home after a very long time.
"Shit! That feels great. Yeah, suck my big dick."
Strangely enough his words got me even hotter. I actually found myself wanting to please the old Marine as much as I could. So I took as much of his huge dick into my throat as I could without gagging.
"Yeah, you old cocksucker, suck my dick. Suck Big Daddy! Suck him until he squirts!"
I began to instinctively tongue the shaft of his dick, exploring every ridge, sucking and licking as I went. I wanted to reward him, but more than anything, I wanted to keep his dick in my mouth.
"God damn, you are good, you old queer! Suck me, fag!"
Instead of making me angry, the name calling threw me into a sexual frenzy. I found myself doing the impossible. I was swallowing the old Marine's huge dick an inch at the time. And damn it if I didn't get his entire dick in my throat without gagging.
"Fucking cock sucking, queer farmer!"
The old Marine kept cursing as he began fucking my mouth like he was pumping his wife's pussy.
"Make me cum, fag! Do it!" he said, slapping me hard on the back of my almost bald head.
I went totally crazy with lust. I buried his dick in my throat until my lips were touching his pubic hair. I don't know how many times I moved my mouth up and down the shaft of his dick as I tongued it.
Suddenly the old Marine grabbed my head again and held it still, pushing it hard against his crotch as he shot his load deep into my throat. I felt his dick pulse and throb, and then I was swallowing his cum to keep from choking.
He'd barely calmed down when he pushed my head away from his crotch.
"Hell, that's enough. Don't you know when to quit?"
My old back creaked as I straightened up. I watched the old Marine stuff his still hard dick back into his jeans. I began jacking my own dick as hard and as fast as I could. The old Marine sniffed and turned, looking at my reflection in the window. He drank his Miller Light. Even when I cried out and shot off in my hand he didn't look at me right away. He waited until I stopped puffing and panting before he turned back to look at me.
There was a moment of silence. Some animal called from the quarry in the darkness beyond.
"Rub it on your face!"
I jumped at his sudden drill sergeant's voice.
"Do it! You fucking fag!"
I looked down, immediately feeling shamed. I found myself obeying him and smearing my huge load of sperm all over my face. It felt sticky and disgusting but damn if a part of me didn't enjoy feeling the cum running down my wrinkled face.
"Look at me!"
I looked slowly up into his deep brown eyes. The old Marine stared back at me, and slowly finished his beer.
"Get us some more beer and maybe I'll let you suck me off again before we head home."
I got out and pulled two more Miller Lights from the back of the pickup. I got back into the truck and handed the old Marine a beer.
"I've been looking for an old faggot to suck me off. Seems like I finally found me one."
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