A Difficult Man

[Author: HR]

He's German. I'm not sure if that's why he is so difficult to get on with, but I think it does contribute to his complex character. He's a friend of my live-in lover and I have known him for more than fifteen years. Recently he moved down to Fort Lauderdale and I unexpectedly found myself meeting him every day as he came over to our apartment for dinner each evening.

The frequency of his visits came about after he had an automobile accident while leaving a gas station. He was uncertain what had caused the accident and this threw him into a depressed state of mind. He was fearful that at 76 he was beginning to descend into mental decline. My friend and I stepped in and offered our full support, and we started having him over for dinner every night.

I can't tell you why I was so attracted to him. My friend was better looking than him, more outgoing, and not half as complicated as the old German. And it wasn't that he was even good looking. He was short, almost hairless with skinny legs. His upper body was strong but he had a belly. He face was crude looking with big ears and a nose and wide mouth, but when he smiled he looked special. I guess I felt a terrible need in him. And that sense of need attracted me like a light attracts a moth.

The old German liked fat men! Well, I might have gained a few pounds but I can't be called fat. Yet I felt such an urge to make love to the old German that I didn't let his disinterest in me sexually stop me from attempting to seduce him.

When his pool boy quit, I told him I would clean his pool. This pleased the old German very much as he was particular about his pool and never liked the job that the pool cleaning service had done.

So I started going over to his house once a week and cleaning his pool. The old German's pool was completely surrounded by a privacy fence so he always went swimming naked. And after cleaning the pool I would go swimming naked. Even though I would ask him if he wanted to go swimming with me the old German would always say no. But I soon began to realize that he was always around the pool whenever I was swimming or if not around the pool then sitting at his desk in front of a big window that over looked the pool.

And seemed that as soon as I was out of the pool and drying myself toweling off he would come out to ask me question or just chitchat while watching me drying off. I started playing with my big dick for a moment, as we would stand there talking, not enough to get it hard by enough that it would swell up a bit. The old German never said anything about my exhibition.

Then when I was dressed I would walk over to him and kiss him on top of his head and say goodbye. I knew that he didn't like people touching him or show affection toward him, but I was determined to do so.

I even once said. "I know that you don't like me kiss you on the head, but I'm going to keep doing it."

"Goodt!" He said. That was one of his favorite words. And I knew it had many meanings and this time I knew he meant that he respected me for doing what I wanted to do in spite of him not wanting me to.

Then one day after swimming he was standing in front of me while I was drying off and I reached out and grabbed his crotch.

"Are you crazy?" the old German yelled as he sprung out of reach.

"Sorry."

I got dressed.

I didn't know what to expect when he came over that night for dinner. I was half-afraid that he would tell my lover that I had made a pass at him. But he was just as friendly as though nothing had happened.

And after dinner I told him that I had found some pictures of naked fat men on the computer and asked if he wanted to look at them. I fully expected him to say no, but to my surprise he said, "sure". My lover doesn't like to looked at naked men, especially older fat men so he sat in the living room reading the newspaper while the old German and I went into the bedroom where the computer is.

I let him sit in front of the computer as I brought up the folder and started the slide show. Then as one grossly fat old man after another appeared and disappeared on the screen, I reached down and rubbed my crotch as the old German stared at the screen.

And although I got a roaring hard on, the old German never openly glanced at my crotch although I suspected he was eyeing me out of the corner of his eye. I made sure that I commented on each picture.

"Good cock. He's got big balls. Man, look at how big his dick is."

And the old German also made his comments. Occasionally he would see a fatty that really appealed to him and ask me to print out a copy.

So we fell into a routine of eating dinner each night and he and I going into the bedroom and me showing him a selection of naked fat men I had harvested from the net that day.

Then one night as he we were in the bedroom looking at the pictures, I reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. The old German didn't bat an eye although he did glance briefly at my huge swollen dick. So though out the entire slide show, I stood with my big rock hard dick only inches from his face playing with myself as the old German watched his pictures of naked fat men flash onto the computer screen.

When my lover left on a week trip to New York City to visit friends I knew that it was now or never with the old German. The first night my friend was away we went out to Tropics for drinks and then to the Turkish American Restaurant on 26th Street. I had drunk a few too many gin and tonics at Tropics so while we were waiting for our food to be served, I turned to the old German and said. "Do you know that I'm in love with you?"

He sat there a moment then said. "That's quite a burden."

A moment later he said, "I think I'll go swimming when I get home."

Suddenly thinking that would be a great moment for me to pursue my seduction of the old German, I said, "Mind if I join you?"

He looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm feeling tired. I don't think I'll go swimming."

It was as though he had throw ice water on me. I played like nothing had happen but inside I was in turmoil. Suddenly I realized that the old German really wasn't interested in me sexually.

The rest of the week was awkward for me, but I got through it and really tried not to show my disappointment. Still I decided to no longer go swimming naked in his pool or play with myself when he wanted to look at pictures on my computer.

But, to be honest, I couldn't get him out of my mind. I was in love with him. And to finally realizing that he didn't return my feeling sent me into a deep depression that I tried to hide from my friend when he returned from New York City. It became torture for me to sit next to the old German night after night and be in such a state of lust from him that I would get a hard on.

But as things always have a way of taking an unexpected turn, the old German went to the doctor and was told he had to have an operation to repair a blood vessel below his esophagus. When he told me what the doctor had said, later that evening when my friend and I were having drinks with him at Tropics, I leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, you know that I will take care of you."

The old German didn't respond. But the next day when I finished cleaning the pool he asked, "Are you going swimming?"

I had stopped swimming naked in his pool ever since the night he had refused to go swimming with me while my friend was in New York City.

I want to say no. But instead found myself saying "yes". I was half-angry with myself for giving in to him as I kept thinking why should I let him see me naked when he had never once let me see him naked. Still I undressed and headed for the pool but just as I walked to the steps of the pool, the old German came out of the house and said.

"Pete, come and see if I have your address correct."

"Sure," I said.

I had been inside his house for various reasons naked many times and nothing had happened and didn't think anything of following him inside.

Inside the old German sat at his desk and pushed a leaf torn from a note pad to the side as I approached his desk. I bend down and glanced at the writing.

"That's correct," I said.

"Good. I wanted to make sure I had it right."

But as he talked he wasn't looking up at me but at my crotch. I was standing so close to him that my dick was dangling only about six inches from his face.

Suddenly aware that the old German had never behaved in that manner, I straightened up and actually moved a bit closer to him. The old German didn't pull back. He just kept staring at my huge dick that was beginning to react to the attention he was giving it.

So I stood there with my crotch in front of his face as my dick swelled bigger and bigger until it pointing directly at the old German's face.

Suddenly I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I reached out and grabbed the old German by the back of his head. I expected his to react and jerk my hand away. He didn't. As I slowly pulled his face toward my huge throbbing dick, the old German opened his big mouth. Suddenly my dick was in his mouth. I couldn't believe it! Then he was sucking on my dick, and I was in heaven.

I rubbed my hand back and forth over his short-cropped hair lovingly as the old man swallowed my dick up to my shaved crotch. But as much as I enjoyed the old German sucking my dick, I want much more to kiss him. To make love to him.

So I pulled my dick out of his eager, moist mouth and dropped to my knees beside him. I kissed him lovely on the right cheek. It was a fatherly kiss. Then our lips met and our tongues entered each other and the kiss was no longer fatherly.

I sent all the build up passion stored over the years for the old German into the kiss. It was a hungry desperate kiss. He returned it passion for passion. I hugged him to me chest, feeling his almost hairless upper body against mine. God! It felt wonderful to finally have him in my arms.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he said as he broke our embrace.

I eagerly followed him into the bedroom. It was a fantasy come true. I couldn't remember how many times I had looked at his empty bed while visiting him and longed to be in it with him in my arms.

Once inside the bedroom, the old German took his time removing his shorts. And I stood staring at him open mouth at the anticipation of finally getting my first glimpse of the old German's dick.

Of course it was no where as big as mine, but as he pulled down his shorts a beautiful, short, thick, uncircumsized cock came into full view. It was like a beautiful succulent fruit hanging over his nice large balls.

I walked over to embrace the old German. We kissed again and exchange deep passion. I felt his desperate need for me. His loneliness as my love for the old man flowed from my body to his. I don't know how long we kissed. Time no longer existed. The next thing I remember we were in bed still kissing. Then I broke away to slowly slip down his almost hairless body until I was face to face with his dick and balls.

The old German sighed as I took in swelling dick in my mouth. I made love to his dick with my lips and tongue. He moaned his thanks, as his dick quickly became rigid in my mouth. Knowing that I was giving the old man pleasure sent pulses of satisfaction through my body. I had sucked lots of dicks, but never had I enjoyed giving pleasure to someone so much.

"Not yet," the old German said as he reached down and pulled me back up onto him. We kissed briefly and then he whispered, "I want to fuck you."

A thrill streaked through my body. I wanted more than anything else to give myself totally to the old man.

"Do it."

I rolled onto my back. He pulled something from the nightstand and spread it on his thick swollen dick. Then he was down between my raised legs, guiding his fat dick to my asshole.

He entered me gently, fatherly. I barely felt any pain as his thick dick stretched open my asshole. He smiled down at me and his dick slipped deep inside me. I smiled back lovingly as I gave myself to him. Then with his thick dick embedded in me, he leaned over and kissed me. God! It was wonderful. A blissful feeling flushed my face and made me feel warm all over.

As we embraced he began to fuck me, at first slowly and then harder, in a very manly way. He rammed his thick dick hard into me. I took his thrust and wanted more. I wanted him to take me. I never saw an old man fuck so fast and hard. He relentlessly pumped his dick into my ass.

When he broke our kiss, I reached down and grabbed my big dick and started jacking it. He smiled as he watched me masturbating while he fucked me madly.

I shot off. My white sperm flew onto his chest in long spurts. I don't remember ever cumming so much as I did then. So much cum sprayed onto his chest that it was running in white streaks down across his stomach.

Seeing my big load of cum covering his chest and stomach, the old German hesitated, and then he was cumming too. I suddenly felt his man juice filling my asshole. We kissed again as he collapsed on top of me.

It was several minutes before he rolled off me. We lay side by side for a time before he said, "Pete, I should have done this a long time ago. Please forgive me."

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Liquor Store Encounter

[Author: HR]

Wine? Which wine goes with which dish? Damn, I can never remember. I know which wines I like so usually I just buy those and make sure that I have the right color with the right food, which is less difficult to remember. But the other day I wanted a special wine as I was having guess that were really into French wines (is there any other) and I wanted to serve a wine that would appeal to them and show that I knew more than I did about wines.

I stopped in at a piss elegant liquor store on Oakland Park (can’t give out the name) and started my search in the wine department. Very soon I was in over my head as the rows of Burgundies, Côtes du Rhône, and Beaujolais all blurred into one.

“Are you looking for a particular wine, Sir?” A deep English accented voice called behind and caused me to jump in surprise, as I was so deep into reviewing the wine.

I turned around and found myself eye to eye with a skinny old Englishman with a big professional salesman’s smile on his face. If it had been a younger person I would have just said no and went on with my search. But the old man, (I guessed he was in his 70s) was nice looking in a grandfatherly, homely manner. His facial features were elongated and accented by neat mustache. He was just a tad bit taller than me. His hair was gray and full. He looked rather striking in his pin striped suit complete with corporate logo tie. He was the full package alright.

“Wine. I have some people coming for dinner and they are wine connoisseurs. I want to look like I know a little more than I do about wine,” I replied.

And as usual, I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming toward the old man’s crotch, but his expensive slacks were too loose to reveal what secrets they covered.

“Well, if you could tell me what dish you would be serving for the main course, maybe I could make a suggestion.”

He stepped closer to me invading my personal space in a friendly manner.

I spouted off the menu without taking a breath.

“Well I...I’m going to serve pork chops breaded and fried and then finished in a wine and mushroom sauce. I’ll serve them with stuffed baked potatoes and cinnamon carrots and honey rolls.”

I could feel myself blushing.

“Then may I suggest a Côtes du Rhône?” the old man said as he walked over the section of Côtes du Rhône wines. “Hmmm, I don’t see the one I am thinking about.  Would you like to come to the back in the store room and I’ll show you a few more that just might be perfect for you dinner.”

“Yeah, sure.” I said.

I followed him through the huge store to the back. He unlocked a door and suddenly I found myself in a large maze of cases of wine stacked one on top of the other.

“This way, Sir,” the old man said and led the way deeper and deeper into the storeroom, zigzagging through aisles of wines. He finally stopped at a section and started studying the wines.

“This one might be suitable,” he said, moving so close to my side that his hips touched mine as he held the bottle in front of me for inspection. “It one has a nice spicy flavor that would go quite well with your menu.”

Is he coming on to me, I thought? Then to find out I let my arm dangle down between us and as I examined the bottle of wine he had cradled in his hands, I reached out and touched his leg. When he didn’t move back I slowly moved my hand toward his crotch. I really didn’t know what to expect when I touched my hand to his crotch. What I found was a huge soft cock.

“Sir, would you like to come back to my office while I write up the order?” the old Englishman asked, in his most professional and proper manner. “And how many bottles would you like, Sir?”

“Give me three. These two old men like to drink and maybe I can get them drunk and take advantage of them,” I said

I waited from his reaction.

Nothing. He just picked up the two bottles and walked away. Puzzled at his behavior, but hoping that he wanted some action, I eagerly followed him.

Again he had to use a key to unlock a nondescript door. He turned on the light inside and held the door open for me. When I entered the tiny office consisting of a desk and chair and strange assortment of clutter. He closed the door and walked over to the desk. But instead of sitting in the chair, he leaned against the desk, facing me.

“I sense that you are looking for more than just wine? Am I correct in my assumption?” the old man asked bluntly.

“Hey, I’m always horny,” I told him, suddenly realizing that I might have just stumbled on to some action.

Without saying a word the Englishman reached down and unzipped his pin stripped slacks and reached inside with his manicured hands. My eyes got bigger and bigger as he kept pulling out more and more cock.

I have seen a lot of cocks in my day and I also have a big one, but the old man’s cock was substantial, even soft as it was. I didn’t wait for a formal invitation from the old Englishman. I just dropped down on my knees and grabbed his cock and started cramming as much of it into my mouth as I could.

Then, as I sucked on his huge pecker I glanced up. The old Englishman was calmly unbuttoning his shirt. Then when he got it halfway unbuttoned he reached inside his shirt with both hands and began to play with his nipples.

I stopped sucking his cock, and he began to peel back his clothes.

I've got a weakness for crisp white British style button front boxers. He offered me his cock. I knelt before him again and he reached for his tits. The moment he began to finger his nipples, his cock stiffened up and began to grow ever longer. Soon I was attempting to suck a huge cock and really didn’t know what to do with it. Try as I could, I could only get about half his cock down my throat. The damn thing was both too thick and too long.

So finally as he pinched and twisted his elongated big nipples, I just settled for sucking the head of his cock and tonguing it. It didn’t seem to bother him that I couldn’t deep throat his full cock. His head was thrown back and he began moaning loud and often.

I enjoying give someone a little tit action, so as I worked my tongue up and the shaft of the old Englishman’s cock, I reached up for his tits. He quickly moved his hands giving me free access to his nipples.

I grabbed both of his nipples with my thumb and forefinger and began to pinching and twisting them as hard as I could. The old Englishman became suddenly spastic. His cock began pulsing in my mouth as it swelled even bigger. His reaction turned me on so much that I used every ounce of my hand strength to attack his nipple. I twisted the big elongated nipples so hard I fear I was going to rip them off. The old Englishman started bounding up and down against the desk in ecstasy as he cried out over and over again. Then suddenly he gripped the edge of the desk with both hands and started shaking.

Damn did he shoot off! Cum exploded from his cock in a torrent. I swallowed and kept swallowing as he pump gob after gob of cum into my mouth as I tried my best to pull his big nipples off.

“Please!” The old Englishman suddenly pleaded in a prissy voice that only the English can muster. “That will be quite enough, Sir!”

I let go of his tits and stopped sucking his cock and stood up. He calmly buttoned the front of his shirt. Then as though nothing had happened walked around and sat down in the chair behind the desk and picked up an order form and started filling it out.

When he finished he handed it to me and said, “Do you mind taking this to the cashier along with your wine? I usually would accompany you, but I am very fatigued at the moment.”

“No, I don’t mind,” I said, taking the paper and the bottles of wine.

“You will come back to see me, when you need more wine, I hope, Sir.” he said, and smiled for the first time. “I work during the day between 10:00 A.M. and 5:00 P.M., as my wife doesn’t like me out of the house at night.”

“I’m damn sure I’ll be drinking more good wine from now on,” I told him.

When he looked down and started writing something on another form, I took the hint and left.

But I was so damn hot that I after I paid for the wine I asked the young guy at the cash register where the bathroom was located and went inside and jacked off. I was still hot when I got home and had to jack off a second time before I could start dinner.

 

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The Glory Hole

[Author: HR]

You wouldn’t know it’s there if you weren’t looking for it.

I wouldn't call it a neighborhood sex bar. It’s tiny. The pool table takes up a fourth of the floor space. But damn, it can be a hot sexy bar. You see in the women’s bathroom there are two stalls and there’s a glory hole cut out of the center partition separating the two stalls.

For those guys that like glory holes you just go in one of the stalls and stick you dick through and someone (usually an older man) will give you a blowjob. Or you can stick your finger through signaling that you want to give them a blowjob and some old man is sure to stick his dick through the hole.

Sometimes the place just gets too wild. It's usually like that on Saturday afternoons. There are several hot older men that I like, that frequent the Glory Hole. I love giving them blowjobs.

Seems that they were all there a couple of Saturdays ago. And, man, I was horny. I had been putting a new set of pictures on the web site that I took of a local guy. Damn, did he have a beautiful cock.

I had wanted to suck his dick but he only let me suck it for a couple of seconds to get it hard while I was taking pictures of him. And putting the pictures of him on my web site and seeing his beautiful cock again brought back all the lust.

So, I was hot even before stepping inside the bar. When I saw Sal, the 70-year old Italian with the huge balls, my cock really got hard. I had sucked him off a couple of times and loved his nice uncircumcised cock and his big balls. Big balls. I love big balls! I ordered a Bud and took a drink as my eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the bar.

When I spotted Joe - he's 65 and a big bruiser of a guy with a big old cock that younger guys lust for - woof! I can tell you I knew I was in for a heavenly time.

The three of us eyed each other and played a little game of 'who’s going to go inside the women's bathroom first'. Well, it was none of us. A newcomer walked in and we all eyed him as he got a beer from the bar. If I were to guess, I would say he was in his early seventies. He was tall with his gray hair cut in a butch style. He looked like a general from the army in his razor pressed pants and full starched shirt. But, the best of all, he was drop dead handsome. His face reminded me of my father’s in its stern tough looks. And he moved like a military man with quick sure movements.

He took one swallow, set his beer down and walked straight to the bathroom. Sal, Joe, and I were right behind him! Sal was the first one in behind the stranger. The old Italian quickly moved inside the nearest stall. It had no door. The old military man was in the farthest stall, and it too lacked a door.

I positioned myself in the doorway where the newcomer was and watched him as he pissed. When he finished he turned sideways, toward the glory hole and started jacking one of the longest cocks I had ever seen. It wasn’t as thick as mine, but it was much longer. Damn, I bet that old man had twelve inches.

The old Italian in the next stall was frantically poking his finger through the glory hole and beckoning the old military guy to stick his long old pecker into the glory hole.

In the meantime Joe entered the bathroom and walked up to me and unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock. Joe’s cock wasn’t as long as the old military man’s but his was only slightly smaller than mine. He had more than a mouth full.

The old military man seeing Joe’s cock made his decision and poked his long cock through the glory hole. The old Italian's hot and hungry mouth was waiting eagerly. I watched as inch after inch of the old man's cock disappeared straight into Sal’s mouth and down his throat. The old Italian swallowed it all.

Watching Sal sucking cock got me so excited that I dropped to my knees and stated working on Joe’s big old pecker. And out of the corner of my eye I could see the military man watching me with approval. He smiled and nodded his head and I knew then and there that he would give me a turn on his cock.

But, at the moment old Joe’s pecker needed my full attention. I think I’m a pretty good cocksucker, but Joe’s cock was a little too thick and long for me to deep throat all the way. But I took as much of it as I could. Then I backed his old cock out a little and worked over the head with my tongue.

Joe went wild. He started moaning and hunching my face so violently that I had to grab hold of his cock to keep him from forcing it too deep down my throat.

“Take it, Pete!” Joe suddenly called out.

Immediately I tasted his bitter/sweet cum. He was all red wine, and good strong steak. He pumped out a large juicy load and I swallowed every last drop. Joe gave me a 'thank you' pat on the head and pushed past me and out the door.

The old military man, seeing that I was finished with Joe, pulled his cock out of the glory hole and Sal’s mouth and showed it to me.

It was a monster. I just stared at the old man cock for a long moment wondering what in the hell could I do with something so long. I knew that I would never be able to deep throat it like the old Italian.

“Suck it!”

The old military man's tone sounded more like a command than an invitation.

I entered the stall and squatted down. I couldn’t kneel down, as there was too much cum on the floor around the toilet. The old man’s cock was one of the most perfectly shaped big cocks that I had ever seen. I loved his foreskin. I licked and sucked it before pulling it back and taking the naked head of his cock into my mouth.

Suddenly the old man grabbed me behind the head and started forcing his cock into my throat. I tried to pull away but the old man was too strong for me. He held my head as he forced more and more of his cock down my throat. I fought to keep from gagging.

For the first time in my life I was confronted with more cock that I wanted. I swallowed cock and yet there was still inches left. Then in spite of myself I started gagging. Finally the old man let go of my head and allowed me to pull some of his cock out of my mouth.

“I wished I lived here so that I could teach you to deep throat it all.”

I sucked and tongue as much of his cock as I could handle. I grunted a reply as best I could.

“I bet I could have you swallowing it all in a month.”

I felt someone near me and glanced to the right and there was Sal jacking his cock while his big balls bounced up and down with every stroke. I reached out and grabbed his balls and began to squeeze them because I knew he liked that. I also knew that it would cause him to cum and I wanted to old military man to watch Sal cum on my face while I was sucking his cock.

When Sal moved nearer, and started grunting, I knew he was ready. I squeezed his balls harder and shut my eyes knowing that cum was soon going to be flying into my face. I had only blinked my eyes closed when I felt the first gob of cum strike my chin. Then it was raining cum as Sal pumped his big load onto my face. When the flood stopped I opened my eyes and found the old military man staring down at me with big eyes.

“I do love me a slut boy,” he said as he grabbed my head and began ramming his cock into my throat again.

I think I took a little more of it the second time but I was far from taking his entire cock down my throat. I gagged so bad that he finally stopped forcing cock down my throat and just let me suck the head of it.

“That's it, Slut Boy! Make me cum. Yeah! Suck it!”

The old military man shouted so loud that I feared everyone in the bar could hear him. But he delivered. His cock erupted and I was suddenly swallowing cum as fast as I could.

“You did a good job there, Son!”

The old man took a white handkerchief out of his back pocket and leaned down and wiped the old Italian’s cum off my face. When he was finished he brought the cum soaked handkerchief up to his nose and sniffed it, looked upwards, appraising, and then folded it before putting it back in his pocket.

“You be here tomorrow the same time and I’ll let you suck me off again.”

I rose to my feet. He left the bathroom as I took a piss. You better believe that I was there the next day at the same time...

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The Father-in-Law's story - part 6

Father, I guess people - you - are judging me harshly about this. I don't have any excuses - we're actually not harming anyone else. If this is a sin, well, I guess it's a sin. Somehow it just doesn't seem like the kind of sin that is destroying our food, our lives, our environment for our children and grandchildren to come...

I didn't send the photos of Scotty off to my Father-in-Law, I thought I'd like to see his response in person.

The following Sunday I allowed him to begin sucking me off after I'd given his arse a thorough warming with my bare hand. The sight of his ridiculous fat arse, upturned, squirming, blushing from creamy white to rosy red with each slap of my hand really got my juices flowing. His too. I tied his balls and cock so the tender skin was tightly stretched and then over my knees for a nice leisurely spanking. Every slap, every twitch, tortured the old boy's crank, pinching and twisting the skin agonizingly.

He grunted and groaned, but he realized the most comfortable thing to do was nothing. Lie still and take it. Despite the pain, despite the galling humiliation, his pre-cum just leaked out his cock, unabated.

"You said you wouldn't spank me if I didn't play with my cock, and I haven't!"

I liked the way his eyes brimmed with tears. The way he knelt before me. The way I didn't have to ask him, he just did it.

I presented him with my cock. He wrapped his lips around it without further comment, shut his eyes, and got on with the very manly act of giving me his full attention. He was good. I don't know where he learned it from, but I guess a man should have some inkling about what a man likes. Feeling his tongue worshipping my cock was blissful and I could've stayed there with it.

I leaned forward and grabbed his tits and pinched them good and hard. The old boy's eyes popped open, startled.

"I - I'm sorry, Sir," he blustered, "Did I do something wrong?"

He looked frightened.

I hesitated. I pressed my foot, sock still on, down on his cock, and jiggled his trussed up balls. I pinched his tits again, twisting them until he gasped with pain.

I leaned over by his ear and whispered, "Get on the bed, and spread 'em. I've got a special little treat for you."

I let him decide how he was going to be taken. No-one can say I'm a control freak. When I fuck my father-in-law he decides whether he's on his back, over an edge, belly down, or, today's option, on his knees with his nose in the pillows, legs wide apart.

Perfect.

He reached around and pulled his cheeks apart, displaying the sensitive, dark rosebud of his arse hole. I couldn't resist lightly stroking and teasing the tender skin, lifting the musky waft from his most intimate self. I pulled off one of my socks, rolled it up to the sweaty toe, and then unrolled it over his bound cock and balls. He couldn't see me smile at his discomfort, and he bore the brunt of humiliation in silence. He looked great wearing his cotton/wool blend coloured condom.

"Don't move!"

I could see the tension in his muscles as he strained to hold his cheeks apart. I used the other sock to slowly wipe vaseline on his arse. Vaseline. How old school is that? I was thorough, applying three coats of the grease. Teasing his arse was just fun, especially as his arms had begun to shake from the strain.

"You're moving! I told you not to!"

He sunk his head down, knowing that I'd punish him for this transgression. 

"Lift your head, open your mouth!"

I rolled up the vaseline coated sock, fresh and fragrant from his arse, and shoved it into his mouth. He grunted, and he screwed up his face, but he accepted it willingly. I pushed my finger into my arse and rubbed it along his top lip, and repeated, making sure his nostrils were anointed with my ripeness. He sniffed, and sniffed again. He was so easy to please, it made pleasing him a pleasure.

"You know I will have to punish you for your disobedience, don't you?"

He nodded, his regret and fear was plain to see.

I got off the bed, grabbed a couple of his neck ties, pulled his hands off his arse, and tied them together. He groaned, fearful.

"Do you think I might have to give you a taste of the leather again?"

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I pulled the belt out of my pants, and shook it at him.

"Is that what you want?"

He shook his head.

I draped the cold, heavy belt delicately over his back, and smoothed it over his cringing, naked ass. I let it tickle in his hairs in his arse cleft.

I got close to his ear, and whispered, "I don't think I'm going to strap you today. I have a special little treat for you. If you are good, that is. Are you going to be a good boy today?"

He nodded, and I saw him spread his legs even further apart. He'll do anything to avoid a thrashing.

I can't say that I blame him.

I also noticed that he was squeezing his butt cheeks, flexing, dry thrusting his cock against the cords and the wrap of the sock.  My father-in-law was turned on in spite of it all. I found him so desirable like this, trussed up and hotted up; a happy combination of fear and lust.

Fuckable.

I stroked my hand around his throat, and felt him swallow. He felt vulnerable, exposed, his fine-grained skin between my fingers. I held him, feeling his pulse, his breaths, him swallowing. It was like holding a dog for deportment judging. He sensed it too, and he adjusted his stance - straightened his back, spread his legs, ready for showing off I thought. I rewarded him by slipping a finger into his arse hole, and then a second; slowly drawing them out and relentlessly plunging back in. He swallowed and snuffled with pleasure into the pillows.

"You like this, don't you boy?"

He murmured in agreement.

"Good boy," I said, patting his thinning hair. I wondered how his doctor had responded. He was certainly happy for my fingers to be working his hole over, caressing his prostate, pleasure on pleasure. His arse hole was gripping my fingers as he approached ever nearer to his orgasm.

"Do you want your little treat today?"

He murmured agreement and nodded.

"Close your eyes, it's surprise."

I pushed my fingers harder into his arse to pull his attention back. I found my phone, and dug out a photo of Scotty.

I put the phone close so he would have a perfect view, and then with another finger thrust, invited him to look. His eyes opened, and then widened. I kept working his arse over and over, a nice steady rhythm. He looked puzzled. I pulled my fingers out, slapped his arse hard, and shoved them back in, working to the rhythm.

"Pay attention!"

He groaned, but straightened up. I continued to work my fingers in and out of his arse hole.

"This is a photo of our new friend. Yes, I took the photo. No. He's not from around here, but he wants to play with us. I thought maybe we could take a weekend and go visit him."

My father-in-law couldn't take his eyes off Scotty's photo. I knew his mind would be working overtime. I wanted to hear what he had to say, so I pulled the sock out of his mouth. He spat out some lint.

"You are kidding, right? You didn't take that photo, you didn't. Did you?"

I was about to pull my fingers out and slap him hard when he remembered.

"Did you, Sir?"

"I did. I showed him your striptease last week while I was away and he wants to meet you."

"Oh no, please, Sir, no. No. Please, Sir..."

"If you feel strongly about it..."

"I do. Please Sir, no. I, I ..."

He lapsed into silence, waiting, knowing.

I started to softly stroke his cock in time with finger-fucking his arse. He squirmed with arousal.

I started quietly so he could just hear me over his panting breaths. "You've said no to me three times. How should I respond to this disobedience?"

His body stiffened. Silence apart from the sticky sounds of his body being worked on and his breathing.

"Hmmm?"

"Please, Sir, please strap me as you wish, do what you want, but please don't involve someone else. Please."

"Is that your best offer?"

His cock was hard, the sock binding was damp with his sweat and pre-cum. His arse was tightening around my fingers, he was going to cum very soon.

"I don't know what else to say, Sir."

"Well, see, now here's the thing. I see you haven't stopped looking at this cock since I showed you. There's no point in looking away now. Your cock is about to burst, and I can feel that you want me in you more than anything else you've wanted this week. You do want me to fuck you? Correct?"

"Yes Sir, yes I do. Very much."

After such a gracious invitation what else could I do?

I knelt and teased his arse hole with my cock head. The old boy moaned and tried to push back against me, wanting to feel my cock impale him. I reached out and held his soft hands, and he gripped mine hard. I knew he loved me more than he dared speak. Tying his hands was really just a token, something for show. In reality we would no sooner harm each other than fly to the moon. I gently slid my cock into his welcoming warmth and I heard him sigh with satisfaction.

I took a deep breath and began to slowly, indulgently thrust into him. He moaned with each slow thrust, holding fiercely on to my hands. It felt like riding a stallion. I controlled the movements, I controlled his body and I controlled his will. Fucking my father-in-law was a thorough pleasure like no other pleasure I could imagine. I slowed down my thrusts to prolong my pleasure, smiling at his protests, as he begged for me to bring him to orgasm.

"Please," he pleaded, "Please."

I tried to control myself but I couldn't hold back, and I pulled his hands towards me as though they were reins and began to slam into him. I felt him stiffen and then the unmistakeable writhe as he began to cum, and I couldn't take it any more. My cock throbbed and, with a growl from somewhere deep inside me, I pumped a load of my creamy sperm into his sweaty body.

I waited until I'd drained my balls and then I pushed him aside, and we both flopped on the bed.

"You better untie me soon so I can get us cleaned up. They'll be home soon."

Ever practical, the old man.

"So, next Friday, we're flying up for a weekend to look at the hot rods."

He looked at me and laughed.

"You've got to be kidding."

I laughed too.

"No, there's a convention, exhibition, open day, display, festival, rally - call it what you will - of hot rods, custom cars, and I thought you'd enjoy the break away. Nice meals, some beers, and time to play."

I gave his arse a friendly slap. He jumped at the sting, but grinned back.

"And this guy ... that you downloaded off the internet?" He nodded towards my phone.

"Yeah, Scotty. He's bought the tickets for us, and we're staying with him. Like I said, he's looking forward to meeting you."

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