Mittwoch, 11. Oktober 2017

Sunday Afternoon with the Boys

Written by newpaulman

"Gay grandad seeks young men for Sunday afternoon fun." That's how I put it on the site. At 60, I had always shied away from the daddy/son scene because with kids of my own it just seemed wrong. Lately, though, I had thought I should give it a try, particularly as so many young guys seemed to be into it and were contacting me. I stressed that they had to over the legal age, and after that you just have to trust them.

The response was quick and plentiful, but I expected quite a few to be spur-of-the-moment jobs who would fade away after the initial thrill of a potential encounter had given them a good wank or two but they wouldn't want to do it for real.

And that turned out to be correct. Out of 15 responses, after a few days I was down to four. To my delight, one of them, Josh, was a fat boy - well, he was 19 but you could see him as the fat boy at school.

Then there was Barney, a thin, unsexy bookworm who was about to go to university to study biology. I guessed that Barney had never had sex with either a male or a female, Despite his protestations of experience.

And there was a couple, Dom and Dev, Dom a black kid not long arrived from Africa, and Dev a Chinese lad who had never had sex with a white man. Nor had Dom, as it happens, and they had been together a few months and summoned up the courage to try it together, not that I could imagine what they were wary of.

Anyway, we quickly settled down to a group of five, although only I knew that. The deal was that they were all prepared to have sex with this much older man, and they knew it was a group, so there must be plenty of things on offer and they must be happy to give and receive oral including rimming. Anal was up to the individual and if anyone didn't want to, that was fine.

So this Sunday afternoon they were due at 2pm at my house in a residential street where there were lots of flats and people were coming and going all the time.

At 1 o'clock Josh arrived.

"Sorry," he said. "I had to get a lift with my Mum and she has to be somewhere at 1.15."

"No problem,' I said, and showed him into the lounge. I got us a glass of wine each and sat beside him on the sofa.

"So you never been with an older man?" I asked. I had already covered this by email, but it's a conversation starter.

"My Dad's uncle touched me once at a family party," he said. "But I was too scared. Then I found myself thinking about it a lot and decided to see if I could make it happen with someone I didn't know. And I saw your profile."

I put my hand on Josh's leg and he stiffened. I put my other arm around his big, chubby neck and pulled him towards me and kissed him. He kissed like a total novice, but his cock responded like lightning and I was soon unzipping his jeans and pulling his package out.

"Shit. You going to do it to me?" he asked nervously. "I thought you wanted me to do that to you."

"I'll suck you and you can suck me afterwards," I said, jerking him quietly. He had a nice chunky body of the sort that can overshadow a cock, and which also made it difficult to do things because the pressure of fat on clothes made it all congested traffic.

"Take your clothes off," I said, and I could feel a sort of relief from him because this drastic course of action , even taken with trepidation, made everything else easier. Josh stood and pulled off his t shirt and jeans, followed by his tight pale blue underpants.

"Stand here?" he said, facing me. I took his hard young cock in my hand and pulled him towards me until he was close enough to suck. I liked his light brown pubic hair and his big balls, which I felt gently while I sucked him.

Josh was so excited he came in my mouth within a minute. He didn't warn me, and I don't think he even really knew it was going to happen, but he emptied his pent-up sex urge into my mouth and held onto my head, sort of whimpering as his dick spasmed and squeezed out more teenage spunk. Then he sat down beside me and I put the TV on, some of my favourite music on YouTube.

After a while Josh recovered his equilibrium and put a hand awkwardly on my leg. I unzipped my chinos and pulled my cock out for him and he took it in his mouth warily. He sucked and jerked and it looked like he couldn't understand why I didn't just shoot like he had.

"It's okay," I said. "I like you doing that. I'm just saving myself."

We half-watched the TV and enjoyed our sex for another half hour or so before another knock came on the door.

It was Dom and Dev, giggling nervously and touching each other to show me they were an item, even if they intended to play with others this afternoon. Just after I showed them in, Barney the bookworm arrived.

So they had all turned up, which was a bit of a triumph. Once everyone had a glass of wine I explained the format of the meeting.

"We're all going to take our clothes off and sit wherever we like on these chairs." I had arranged five dining chairs in a small circle. "Dom and Dev, you sit either side of me. You'll see why. Then I'm going to take a pack of cards on which are written instructions. Each of us in turn will take one and look at it and I'll read it out."

There was a quiet hubbub of self-conscious undressing and eventually the room contained a rough circle of five naked males.

I took the cards and offered the pack to Dom, who looked the most confident. He took a card and gave it to me.

"You will suck the cock of the person on your left," I read out. The person on his left was Barney, who looked embarrassed. Dom looked at me.

"Get on the floor and do it," I said, and Dom duly got to his feet and then down on his knees. Barney was pretty soft at first but soon stiffened when Dom got to work on him. I looked at Dev to see if he was okay and he had a nervous smile on his oriental face. I reached across and touched his shoulder and he smiled at me.

Erections emerged quickly all around and we all touched ourselves as Dom sucked a very nervous Barney. His dark, curly head bobbed up and down and Barney screwed his eyes shut at the thought of being sucked off in public.

"Does everyone have to come?" Dev asked sensibly.

"If you're sucking you have to be prepared for the guy to come," I said. "If he doesn't, he doesn't."

Barney gratefully indicated he had had enough and Dom got back on his chair. I offered the cards to Dev and he took one and showed it to me.

"You will rim whoever you like," it said.

"Oh my God," Dev muttered, looking at Dom.

"Someone else," his boyfriend said. I had stressed to them in advance that they had to play separately.

Dev looked at me.

"Can I do you?" he asked. I got into position on the sofa and he giggled.

"Never done this before," he said, extremely self-conscious.

"It's easy," said Josh, emboldened by our earlier little session. "Just lick his arse."

Dev brought his slim Chinese body down to the floor and, with three others watching, licked my anus. He did it very well and moans came from my mouth, which encouraged him.

"That's it,' said Josh. "You're licking a man's arse."

"You're licking a middle-aged white man's arse," Dom added." You wanted to, you told me."

"Shut up," Dev hissed, but not unkindly.

Dev licked me carefully and gently and thoroughly until I called a halt, in view of the fact that we had many permutations still to go and it wasn't just like a selfish one-on-one.

"Fuck you're good at that," I said, and everyone laughed and took a drink.

Josh's turn. He took a card that said, "Two cocks at once. The people either side of you."

Josh looked at Dom and Barney, then got on his knees and took a cock in each hand.

"Suck Dom," Dev said, and Josh obliged.

"And Barney too," I reminded him in my role as ringmaster. Josh enjoyed his second and third blow jobs of the day, all on different men, and his cock was rock hard and glistening.

As Josh left Barney to return to Dom's crotch, Barney grabbed himself and came over to me and wanked, with no idea what he was doing but just needing to come. His semen spurted onto my chest and the dribbles fell into my lap.

"Sorry," he said.

"Relax," I said. "This is the whole point. We all have a good time, and that means ejaculating."

It was my turn.

"You will tell the group your dirtiest fantasy and act it out with anyone who wants to."

This meant exposing want a dirty bastard you are, and one man's kink is another's revulsion, but with four of them, I was optimistic that at least one would want to do it.

"Okay," I said. "I want to kneel on the floor in the shower and have someone kneel behind me and piss into my crack."

Josh looked at me and smiled. We were "lovers" already, so he felt able to let himself go. He put his hand up.

"I'll piss on you," he said cockily.

I led Josh into the shower room - which was bigger than the usual cubicle - and the rest of the guys followed. I knelt on the floor with my arse in the air and Josh got down behind. It took him a few moments to get going and the others were making encouraging noises. Finally Josh got a flow going and rained urine onto my browneye. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever known.

"Anyone else?" I asked as he finished, and Barney stepped up for permission, then replaced Josh and pissed hard and long into my crack. He also adjusted his position to spray my hanging balls. That was something that just came into his head, so I thought he might be benefiting from this whole experience, becoming more confident.

After Barney finished pissing on me I had a quick shower and the guys went back into the lounge. I poked my head around the door and called out.

"Bedroom! This way."

They all trooped into the warm, darkened room and sat awkwardly on the bed, awaiting instructions.

"I want someone to fuck me," I said. "Dom?"

The svelte black man flicked a glance at his boyfriend and said, "Sure."

I passed him a tube of lube and lay on my back, raising my legs and blatantly inviting him to fuck me, my arsehole exposed in front of these other people. Dom lubed me up and climbed aboard, his shoulders pushing the back of my knees. At the same time his Chinese partner stood right by my head and offered me his cock. I had never sucked a Chinese cock and was delighted to accept his offer.

I took Dev's knob in my mouth and was doing my best with it in a difficult position when I felt Dom push.

"Ready?" he said, and as Dev stepped back he thrust his beautiful brown erection into me. Barney gasped as he watched a real live buggering up close.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"A bit," I admitted. "But it feels fucking fantastic."

"Want me to do you?" Josh said, touching Barney's cock. "Lie down, then."

"I'll fuck you next," Dom said to Dev. "Unless someone else wants to."

"I'll fuck him," I said, perhaps overeagerly. "I'll lick his arse first. Would you like that, Dev?"

Dev smiled and played with himself as he watched his boyfriend buggering the man who was about to do it to him.

Dom pumped me hard. He had a big, firm cock and a lot of energy and he took the "pounding" approach, humping me like he wanted to do some damage. Meanwhile, right next to us, Josh was fucking Barney in the same position and I loved watching his fat stomach swaying and hearing his flesh slapping Barney's skinny white body. I intended to get Josh's dick inside me later too. I was developing a bit of a thing for him, and I think he knew it. As he fucked Barney he also took my cock in his hand and wanked me affectionately.

Meanwhile back at my own fucking, Dom was getting close to coming, humping harder and faster and finally throwing himself on top of me as it erupted out of him. The thrill of that going on just inches away made Barney grab his own cock and within seconds he was spurting again, this time up his own chest. Josh saw this and came inside him, and the four of us were lolling on the bed, recovering as quickly as we could.

"Kneel here," I instructed Dev, and the slim Chinese boy got down and exposed himself for me. I licked his arse and loved the feeling, the smell and the taste. I was holding his cock at the same time. It was short and stout and quite dark. I could feel Josh watching me and wishing it was his buttocks I was between. That would come soon enough but for now I was feasting on Dev. My cock was now like a baseball bat, so I grabbed the lube, prepared Dev and plunged slowly and carefully into his hole. He yelped and clenched his fists.

"All right?" Dom and I said in unison.

"Fine,' Dev said. "it does feel good, doesn't it?"

I fucked Dev with something like a fatherly care and attention, but also with a ferocious lust for his Chinese manhole. Within minutes I was bucking and heaving as I dumped my spunk inside him.

The rest of the afternoon is a bit of a blur. I licked everyone's arse (because that's my thing) and they all fucked me, because it was my party and my rules, but they did unspeakable things to each other in twos and threes.

As darkness fell they drifted away, all except for Josh, who stayed the evening and the night and fucked me again and allowed me to lick his arsehole countless times as we enjoyed a long cycle of mutual pleasure.

In the coming weeks Dev came to visit me three times, having split up with Dom, and he too allowed me to rim him to my heart's content. This old guy-young guy thing was working out. The conversation wasn't always riveting, but my tongue and my cock and my arse were happy.

Mittwoch, 20. September 2017

A Walk Through the Park

I'm 69 and after a heart attack I started doing a lot of walking at my wife's urging. I live close to Trade Winds Park located in the city of Coconut Creek and drive there and walk for a good hour along it's winding trails.

I don't really remember when I started noticing the same red Ford Explorer driving in and out of the park about the time I was on my walk. At first I didn't really think anything about it, but then one day I had to take a piss and red Explorer was parked across the path from the bathroom when I went inside.

Entering the bathroom I was surprised to see a man of enormous statue and even older than me standing at one of the two urinals. I hadn't seen him entering and I had an unobstructed view of the door of the bathroom a long ways down the road as I was approaching. Maybe he has a prostate problem, I thought as I walked up to the urinal next to him.

As I approached the man turned his head in my direction. "Jogging?" He asked.

I really hadn't realized just how big the old man was until I was standing near him. He stood a head taller than me and had broad shoulders like a linebacker. He was completely bald with a nasty looking scar running down the length of his left cheek. If he hadn't of smiled at that moment I think I would have run out of the bathroom. But his smile light up is scary face and almost made him look handsome.

"No just walking and you?" I asked.

"Just cruising." He said and glanced down at his dick, which he was holding in his hand as though he was trying to take a piss. I couldn't help but follow his glance and found myself staring at the biggest, fattest dick I had ever seen in person. The big old man glanced up quickly and caught me looking at his dick. "Big isn't it!" He said still smiling.

"Yea" I mumbled as I felt my face turning beet red. If I hadn't had to piss like a racehorse, I would have turned and walked away. But I was almost leaking in my shorts; I had to piss so bad. So I stared straight ahead as I fumbled with my own dick until I got it out of my shorts. Immediately I started pissing a strong stream.

"Man, you had to go real bad." The tall burly old man said looking down at my dick. "I see you are circumcised." He said. "Doesn't that make it difficult to jack off? Not having any foreskin, I mean."

I tried to ignore him as I pushed the urine out of my dick as fast as I could.

"Doesn't it hurt jacking off a circumcised peter?" He asked in a determined tone of voice that I couldn't ignore.

"I use baby lotion." I mumbled and turn red again as I realized that I had just confessed to masturbating to a complete stranger.

"Do you jack off often?" The old man said as he shifted his towering body to face me, bring his huge dick around so that it was within inches of my hand holding my own dick.

"No, I'm married." I told him hoping that my being married would cause him to loose interest in me. But that only caused him to ask me more questions.

"Is your wife your age?" He asked. I just nodded my head. "Does she still let you fuck her?" Again I nodded yes as I prayed that I would finish pissing quickly. "Do you eat your pussy?" The old man asked.

The question caught me so off guard that I glanced at him. His smile was still there but it suddenly wasn't pleasant to see. And he was openly masturbating his huge dick. "Do you?" He asked again.

I shook my head as I glanced back down at my own dick. I had never thought of it as being small before, but it looked tiny compared to the old man's next to me.

"Think she could take a dick as big as mine?" The old man asked as he inched closer to me so that the foreskin hanging over the head of his huge dick touched the hand I was holding my cock with.

A strange tingle raced through me body at the touch of his dick against my hand. Suddenly my legs were weak! For a moment I thought I was going to faint. Damn, I'm acting like a schoolgirl! I thought. God! Am I queer! The thought shook me to my core.

"Turn toward me and show me your little peter." The big guy said in a whispering voice that I found myself obeying. Even though I am 69, I suddenly felt like I was a little boy again stand beside my father. And I obeyed the huge old man like I used to obey my own father when he used to give me a bath when I was a kid. And damn if the old wasn't looking at my old peter just like my father had looked at my little boy dick. And suddenly I remembered wishing my father would touch my little boy dick.

It was as though the powerful old man could read my mind. Slowly he reached out his huge hand and wrapped his meaty fingers around my short stubby dick.

"Don't! Please don't." I found myself saying in a weak meaningless voice.

"You ever had your dick sucked?" The big senior asked.

"No." I answered in a breathy voice. My head was swimming from the rush of sexual excitement pulsing through my body.

"Garb hold of my dick. See what it feels like to have a big dick in your hand for they first time." The old man ordered as he gave me a sinter look that I dared not disobey.

I reached my hand out. I stopped short of touching the old man's monster dick.

"Grab it!" He hissed.

I closed my long slender fingers around his huge dick and was shocked to realize that my fingers couldn't reach completely around the old man's swollen dick.

"Jack it!" The old man ordered.

"Please, someone might come in. We might get arrested." I protested.

"Jack it!" The big guy said as he spit on his hand and started jacking my short stubby dick. "Do it!"

I too started jacking his monster dick. And although I hate to admit it, my own dick was throbbing like I was a kid again. I don't know which felt better, my hand on his huge dick or his spit covered hand on my little dick.

Then he let go of my dick and grabbed me by the shoulders and in spite of my trying to remain standing, the old man forced me down to my knees until my face was inches from his huge swollen dick.

"Suck it." He ordered.

Hidden memories of how much I had wanted to suck my own father's dick when I had once walked in on my pissing surfaced in a rush of passion. Suddenly I was taking the old man's huge dick in my mouth and sucking it. I swallowed as much of the big man's dick as I could handle and then without being told to do so started sucking and tonguing his dick like I was a queer.

"Have you sucked cock before?" The old man asked as he patted my head of gray hair.

I shook my head as best I could.

After a few more moment of letting me suck his dick, the old man showed me his strength by reaching down and pulling me to my feet as though I was as light as a feather. Then before I should even stop him, he embraced me and pushed his old tongue into my mouth and we, two senior men, were kissing as though he we were teenagers. I really did try to fight against kissing the old man but once our two old tongues intertwined I was lost in the passion of the kiss.

Then he broke our embrace and put his lips to my ear and whispered. "I'm going to rape you as though you were a woman!" He breath smelled of whisky. "I'm going to fuck you like you fuck your wife." He added as he reached behind me and pulled down my shorts.

I can explain my passiveness only by say that I was under a sort of sexual spell. The thought of getting fucked in the ass revolted me yet I couldn't bring myself to fight against the old man. And it wasn't because I am a weakling. I consider myself to be strong and in great physical health for a man of 69yo. But against the big dick old man I was as helpless as a baby.

When he told me to lean over and grab the urinal, I did as he asked. And while smelling the reek of urine, I felt the old man rubbing some kind of lubricate on his monster dick. Then suddenly the huge head of his enormous member was pressing against my asshole.

"Please don't." I whispered even though my own dick was throbbing with anticipation of getting fuck by the old man's gigantic dick. "It'll hurt too much." I added but found myself pushing my ass back against his dick. God, what am I doing, I thought as the old man shoved the head of his slippery dick into my asshole.

The pain caused me to gasp for breath, but I didn't cry out. I can't explain the combination of pleasure and pain that flashed through my body as the old man drove his huge dick inside me. And even though the pain brought tears to my old eyes, I found myself enjoying it.

Then he was fucking me harder than I had ever fucked my wife. The old man pumped his plump man meat into me over and over again as I moaned and grunted like a whore getting fucked. I would have never thought that my old asshole would have stretched big enough to handle his monster dick. It did!

And when he grabbed my by the shoulders and slammed his dick as deep inside of me as it would go and came! I too shot off. Cum squirted out of my old dick like I was fifteen-year-old again. And this without me even touching it.

The old man turned me around and kissed me passionately. And damn if I didn't kiss him back just as fervently! I never remember kissing my wife and anyone else that way before.

"Be here tomorrow at the same time." The scar faced old man whispered. Then he was gone and I was pulling up my shorts as fast as possible.

I walked toward the bathroom door slowly as my asshole was throbbing painfully. I didn't see any sign of the big old man when I got outside. The red Explorer was gone. Suddenly I had to walk over to one of the pick nick tables and set down I was feeling so dizzy. I found myself wonder if I should go to the police. But then I thought, what would I tell them! I had let him fuck me. I hadn't offered any resistance. And damn at the moment I had enjoyed it more than any sex act I had ever experienced.

When I got up from the bench and started walking home, I knew that I would be looking forward to seeing the old man again the next day.

Mittwoch, 21. Juni 2017

The Chief of Police

On Saturday nights I used to go to the theater in Slocomb, Alabama. It was located on Main Street. Well, it wasn’t much of a main street. Slocomb had a feed store, a hardware store, a drug store, a cafe, and an appliance store. I really went to the theater more to see the old man that owned the theater than to see the movies. His name was Jack. He was short and stout. Even thought he was in his seventies, his hair was jet black and he always had a dark shadow of a beard.

I must have gone to the theater a year before he started saying hello to me. Then little by little I began to talk to him. A word while I was getting popcorn or a quick conversation at the ticket window. I remember that I would always look the old man directly in the eyes when I spoke to him. And his dark eyes stared back at me, unblinking as I was talking to him.

Then I started staying after the last showing and helping him straighten up the lobby of the theater. He would put his hand on my shoulder while I was talking to him after I finished sweeping the lobby. I can still feel the touch of his big hairy hand. It always caused me to get an erection than and even thinking about it hardens my dick even now.

Always around eleven P.M. the chief of police would come by and Jack would lock up the theater and get into the chief’s cruiser. The chief of police’s name was Dan Holland and he was sixty-five but refused to retire. He was tall and white headed with hands as big as hams.

I was always frightened of him, as his face was stern. Unlike old Jack, the Chief never smiled. He was the terror of town. Squeal your tires just once and he would catch you! Go four miles over the speed limit in town and you would give you a ticket.

But one night when the Chief stopped by to pick up old Jack, Jack was having problems with the projector and was trying to fix it. I was sitting down in the lobby waiting for Jack to come down from the projection booth when the Chief walked inside.

“Where’s Jack?” He demanded.

I told the tall old man that Jack was upstairs working on the projector.

The Chief ran his fingers through his solid white hair and then said. “How long will he be?”

I told him that I didn’t know.

“Hell, run up and find out!”

I scampered up the stairs in spite of the fact that Jack had told me never to go into the projection room. When I got to the top of the stairs, I found the door slightly ajar. I should have knocked, but for some reason, I didn’t. I just opened the door and stuck my head inside thinking I would call his name and not actually go into the projection room. But what I saw caused his name to die in my throat.

The old man was sitting in a black leather chair with his pants pulled down to his knees. He had a magazine in his lap and was thumbing through it with one hand while jacking his short fat dick with the other hand. I had never seen a man so hairy. His crotch and legs were black with thick hair.

My dick stirred to life immediately. I even reached down and started rubbing myself through the fabric of my jeans as I spied on the old theater owner as he played with his thick old pecker. I don’t know how long I stood outside the projection room peeking inside, but it was too long.

“What in Hell are you doing!”

I turned around and there was the Chief of Police standing on the landing of the stairs. Then before I could answer him he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me inside the project booth.

Jack hearing us turned around and spotted us. He face suddenly turned pale. He threw down the magazine and snatched his pants up in panic.

“What in the fuck are you doing up here?” The Chief of Police demanded. “Playing with that old pecker of your again, I see.” He added as he let go of me and approached Jack. The Chief leaned over and picked the magazine off the floor. He quickly turned pages looked at them. I could see naked women with big breasts as he flipped the pages.

“You’re looking at pussy again.” The Chief said. “Ain’t my dick enough for you?” He demanded.

“Yes.” The old man responded in the meekest voice I had ever heard him use. “It plenty for me.”

“Strip naked!” The Chief ordered.

“Dan!” The old man said pointing to me. “What about, Pete.”

Suddenly the tall old Chief of Police turned to me. I almost fainted from the cold look he gave me with those blue eyes.

“You are queer aren’t you?” He asked.

I couldn’t have lied if I wanted to I was so frightened. I just nodded my head.

“Come in and close the door.” He ordered. I quickly did as the Chief asked. “Why have you been hanging around Jack? You looking to suck his old pecker?” He asked, his blue eyes unwavering.

I tried to talk but couldn’t. I nodded my head.

“You want to suck my dick too?” The Chief asked.

I nodded my head.

The Chief of Police walked over to me. He was so tall I had to look up at him. And even though I was shaking from fear, I couldn’t help but to admire his white hair and cold blue eyes. I suddenly wished he would wrap his big hairless arms around me and huge me.

“Dan, I don’t think this is a good idea?” Jack called out as he pulled off his under shorts. Now completely naked he walked over to where we were standing.

“Hell, he’s old enough to know what he wants. Hell, you’ve been doing nothing but talking about the boy for months.” The Chief said as he stared down at me. “Kid, he’s been telling me how he would love to watch me fuck you.” The Chief said. “You ever been fucked?” He asked me.

“Yea, I’ve been fucked.” I surprised myself by finding my voice.

“By who?”

I didn’t want to tell him about daddy or Walt fucking me, but I had to tell him something. Suddenly I found myself saying. “Old man Jim that drives the school bus.” I confessed.

“Well, well, that makes a big difference. Old man Jim has got a nice big pecker on him, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, Sir.” I told the old Chief as he stared down at me. He smiled and unzipped his pants and reached inside with one hand. He pulled out a pale pecker and just kept pulling it out. I had thought I had seen big peckers before having seen Mr. Jim and Mr. Murphy’s but the thing that came out of the Chief of Police’s pants was freakish in size. The white snake was longer than Mr. Jim’s and thicker than Mr. Murphy’s peckers.

“Wow!” Was all I could say as I glanced up into the Chief’s cold blue eyes.

“Kid, you want to watch me fuck your old friend Jack?” The Chief asked. I nodded my head eagerly. “Then suck me a little and get it good and hard.” He added.

I couldn’t believe that the Chief of Police for Slocomb asking me to suck his dick. But it was happening! I dropped to my knees in front of the uniformed Chief of Police and grabbed his huge old pale pecker in one hand and guided it to my mouth. Damn it. The thing was so thick that I could hardly even get the head of it into my mouth.

Somehow I did manage to open my mouth wide enough for the old man’s enormous pecker. And as I tongued the delicious head of his old pecker, I glanced up into his blue eyes. I enjoyed him looking down at me as I sucked the head of his pecker. He tried to push more of the monstrous white snake down my throat but I gagged so badly that he stopped trying.

Finally he pushed my head away from his dick. “Jack show him how to suck dick!” The Chief ordered.

The old theater owner quickly knelt down in my place as I move back. Then as I watched, the Chief grabbed the old man by the back of the head and pulled his face toward his crotch as he guided his dick to Jack’s big opened mouth. I couldn’t believe my eyes as the old man took inch after inch of the Chief’s old pecker down his throat until his lips were pressed against the crotch of the Chief’s uniform.

“You didn’t know the old man was such a good cocksucker did you?” But the Chief didn’t wait for me to answer. “He’s been doing nothing but talking about you, Kid, since you started staying until clothing time. He wants you to fuck his old ass. Ain’t that right, Jack?”

The old theater owner grunted as he moved his mouth up and down the long thick shaft of the old Chief’s monster dick.

“Get behind him, Kid, and fuck him while he sucks me. Get his old asshole open for my big old pecker.” The Chief of Police ordered.

I stripped my clothes off in a hurry.

“Damn, you got a big dick too.” The Chief commented when I pulled down my jockey shorts. “That tool of yours will do a good job of opening up his old asshole for my white shake. Yes, Sir. It will do a nice job.”

“What do I put of my dick for lubricate?” I asked. The Chief pulled a tub of KY out of the pocket of his uniform and tossed it to me.

“Help yourself. Grease him up good so that there’s enough when I take my turn.”

I expected it to be difficult to force my thick dick into the old theater owner’s asshole but it slid in almost effortless. Then I thought of how many times the Chief must have used his big old pecker on Jack’s asshole and understand why my dick slid in so easily.

And damn did Jack’s old asshole did feel red hot and wet. I never felt anything so good. It was pure heaven pushing my dick inside of the old man asshole as I watched him deep throating the Chief’s monster pecker.

Then the Chief removed his belt and started hitting the old theater owner’s naked ass as I fucked him. Jack whimpered and wiggled his ass as the Police Chief rained blow after blow onto his hair old ass until it turned bright red. “Teach you to look at picture of pussy.” The Police Chief said when he finally stopped whipping Jack.

Then he grabbed Jack’s head in both hands and started fucking the old theater owner’s mouth as hard and fast as possible. And the amazing thing was that Jack didn’t gag. He took the mouth fucking like it was nothing.

I got so excited that I did something that I had been wanting to do since the first time I had laid eyes on the old theater owner. I reached around him as I fuck him and grabbed his stubby thick pecker. Then as I fuck his gapped opened asshole, I jacked his dick. Suddenly I was cuming inside the old man’s asshole. He sensed it and wiggled his ass against my crotch as he enjoyed my load squirting deep inside of him.

“You finished with him?” The Police Chief asked as I pulled my dick out of Jack’s cum dripping asshole.

“Yea, I guess so.” I answered as I watch the tall old Chief of Police pulled his long thick white snake out of the old theater owner’s mouth and walk around to his ass. I moved aside only enough to allow the Chief to guide his over sized pecker into Jack cum leaking asshole.

The Police Chief rammed his enormous dick as deep as it would go into Jack’s old used asshole on the first stroke. The old theater owner’s arched his back as he took the Chief freakish big dick. He grunted and then continued to grunt as the old police chief started fucking his hairy ass hard and fast.

Watching the two old men going at it caused me to get so excited that my young dick popped back up. Suddenly I had to join in on the fun. I got down on the floor and scooted under the old theater owner’s belly. Staring down at me was his stubby fat pecker and the huge long hanging balls of the old police chief. I could also see Jack’s balls but his were small and didn’t interest me.

As I started sucking Jack’s old fat pecker, I grabbed the old police chief’s nuts and squeezed them. He let out a cry but didn’t tell me to stop so I continued to tighten my grip of them as I deep throated the old theater owner’s fat pecker.

And from by position underneath Jack, I watched as the Chief of Police’s huge dick moved in and out of Jack hairy asshole. The scene excited me so much that my dick started dripping precum and I knew that I was going to shoot off again without even touching myself.

But the Police Chief shot off first. He jerked his enormous dick out of Jack’s asshole and shot his load of cum on my face just as the old theater owner came in my mouth. Of course that made me pop my load. Hell, I had cum on me from head to dick when we all finished shooting our wads.

The three of us lay in a heap for several moments. Jack was the first one to get up. He glanced down at me in a strange way. “You ain’t going to tell on the Chief and me are you, Kid?” He asked.

I shook my head. Then the Chief rolled on top of me and started deep kissing me as he grabbed my balls and squeezed them so hard that it felt like he was crushing them. “You damn sure better not!” He said when he stopped kissing me.

I hugged him. “Never. I would never do something like that.” He kissed me again and I felt like I was melting in his strong old arms.

“Get dressed and come on home with us. I still want to fuck you. You think you can take my old white snake?” He asked as he got to his feet and reached down and pulled me up like I didn’t weigh anything.

“I’d love to try.” I said with a smile from ear to ear.

Mittwoch, 10. Mai 2017

Unexpected Size Queens Delight

It was 9:30pm on a Thursday Night. I had just left a meeting with some business associates in downtown NYC. I was debating taking the Path back home to NJ, or spending some time in the city. I wasn't really hungry, but could use a drink, so I decided to go to a bar. But where? I called my girlfriend, told her I was going to stay in the city for a few more hours, so I wished her a good night, and told her not to wait up for me.

Not only was I in need of a drink, but I was horny as hell. Not horny for pussy, but really wanted to suck a nice big rock hard cock. I'm what you may define as a size queen. As a closeted bi-sexual, it's what I like. I thought of this bar I went to on Christopher St. a few years ago, it was a gay bar, and I was more than certain I could get off. So I flagged a Taxi and headed to the bar.

I walked in, the room was fairly large, with a bar shaped like an oval, in the center was the bartender and all the liquor. The place was relatively quiet, just a few people sitting at the bar, a couple older men singing at the piano to the farther end of the place. Except for the bartender the crowd was really not anything worth looking at, at least not my type. So I said to myself, "fuck it" I'll get a beer and leave. I sat down, ordered a beer, and the bartender a young guy, I say around my age 25 or so, but had smooth dark skin, almost a caramel complexion, most likely from tanning, served me my drink. He was definitely good looking, but very feminine, probably a bottom, so I knew it wouldn't work out. I was about to pay him, but he said the drink was taken care for. I asked who, and he pointed to a man sitting at the opposite end of the bar. The guy he pointed to had to be over 60 years of age. He had a helmet gray-white hair, slightly wrinkled face, yet distinguished looking, he was wearing a dark suit, with a white buttom down shirt and a red tie. He may have been good looking at one time, but right now he seemed to me to be nothing more than an old man, not my type at all. I looked at the old man, smiled, tilted my head in despair, and faintly asked myself, why? Now I was rushing to drink my beer, and leave as quickly as I could, hoping my old man admirer would not want a conversation with me. Maybe buying me a drink was enough to get him off. At least I hoped. And then sure enough, he stood up, made his way around the bar, and sat right next me. He was a tall man, I say about 6'2". His body was average looking, not muscular, but not soft either. He looked firm.

"Is this seat available."

"Yes, please sit." I reluctantly said. What was I supposed to say?

"My name is Harry," the old man said extending his hand.

"I'm Jack."

"Well Jack, how are you."

"Not bad, just tired, thought I'd stop here for a drink, then make my way home."

"You live in New York Jack."

"No, I actually live in New Jersey," I whispered.

"I'm from LA, arrived here yesterday, for a business meeting."

"That's nice."

The pleasantries continued for about five minutes, Harry did most of the talking, and answered yes or no. At some point I thought the old man would get the hint, but he seemed oblivious, or maybe just persistant. All of a sudden, he began to talk about sex, and it was then I was ready to leave.

"You know Jack, I've come to this bar several times in the past, and I can remember there being guys sucking each other, right on top of this bar. How times have changed, and I can't begin to tell you how I'd love a blow job right now." Now the old man gave me this sick looking grin that I immediately, got up, and said abruptly, "I have to go.

Then Harry grabbed my arm forcefully. I was immediately startled, I never thought this old man could have such strength, and then he said to me, "I have a proposition for you, how would you like to make a thousand dollars."

"How" I replied. I love money, so when you over me a proposition where I can make money I'm all ears.

"Jack, come with me to my hotel room, suck my dick, and I'll pay you $1,000."

I said no way, but at the same time I declined, I was debating whether to do it. Hell it's money, money I don't have, but then I'd have to suck this old man little wrinkled weiner. I couldn't, no way. And then the old man said:

"$2,000, no string attached, just suck me off."

"What the hell," I said. And I accepted.

About an hour later, in a taxicab, without a word said between the two of us, we made it to his hotel. I was surprised to see that it was the Plaza Hotel. I figured the guy was wealthy, I mean after all how many men offer $2,000 to a kid at a gay bar for a blowjob. But then again, it was an old man, so anything was possible, at least I thought.

We entered the lobby, and made our way to the elevator, and he hit the penthouse button. Ok the guy definitely had money. Even if his business paid for the trip, the underlings most certainly do not get a penthouse suite at the Plaza Hotel. We exited the elevator and entered his room, and it was magnificent. Marble floors, windows 2 stories high, wet bar, etc. etc. just beautiful. He asked me to wait in the living room area, as he changed, and told me to make myself at home. I walked to the bar, made myself a drink, sat on the couch and waited for him.

Honestly I could not wait for this to end. I just wanted the money. Whatever horny urges I had were gone. You see, I like men my age with big cocks. That's it. This man, I figured could barely get a hard on, so I was dreading the thought of even have to look at his cock, forget sucking it. But $2,000, how could I refuse.

About 10 minutes later, he walked into the living room, wearing only a white bath rob. His posture was excellent, he stood straight up, actually I thought he kind of looked sexy in that rob, kind of like those distinguished rich men in movies. But again, nothing I would want to be naked with.

He walked up to me, and without a word handed me a wad a of hundred dollar bills, I knew it to be the money promised to me, I thanked him and put it in my pocket.

I was seated at the edge of the couch cushion, and it was then he started to untie his rob, I made what seemed to be a loud gulp of fear, I closed my eyes, he opened the rob, he pushed the sides under his arms, at that point I opened my eyes, and what I say was completely unhuman. His cock hung like that of a horse. It had to be at least 9 inches long, and it was still flaccid. It was uncut, and his foreskin, hung ever so slightly over the head of his cock. His manhood was so thick, it reminded me of a fire hose. The shaft was smooth looking, no marks visible, not even a beauty mark. And his balls looked like two golf balls hanging in a sack. They were low and huge. Only a little gray hair above his cock, but the cock and balls were free of any hair. It was georgeous.

The old man looked down at me and smiled, "You didn't expect that Jack, did you."

I laughed, and said no way.

I cupped my right hand under his cock, and lifted it towards my mouth. You may have needed a crane to lift his manhood up, it was incredible. With my hand I pushed the foreskin back and revealed the monstrous head, opened my mouth and slowly let his cock enter. I sucked on it like it was a lollipop. It tasted so muscular and so manly. I felt his cock pulsate in mouth, as it grew, yes it grew, bigger and bigger. I couldn't believe it. After a few minutes his cock was almost a foot long, maybe bigger. It was incredible. I kept sucking on it, jerking it off with my right had. His cock was so big my hand could not, would not grip totally around it. I pulled on his balls, occasionally licking them, but my main goal was to make love to that cock. As I sucked him, I started playing with my own hard-on through my pants, and then he asked me if I'd like to strip, I immediately took all my clothes off, and jerked my cock as I sucked him. He kept moaning, telling me I was a great cocksucker. He placed his two hands behind my head and thrusted his cock in my mouth. At one point I tried to deep throat him, getting almost half his cock in my throat. This was a size queens dream, and I was in complete extasy. After a few minutes more, he said he was ready to cum.

"Jack you want this cum in your mouth."

"Yes, please yes."

He took his cock out of my mouth, jerked it off, and came in my mouth, all over my face, on my chest. Everywhere. It felt like gallons of hot jizm all over me. Then I came, what also seemed like gallons, all over my chest. I was lying on the couch like a man whore, covered in cum like a little slut. I loved it.

"How was that Jack"

"Harry, it was unbelievable."

The old man laughed and got me some towels. And then asked if I wanted to shower. I said yes. I couldn't exactly go home to my girlfriend with cum in my hair.

We walked into a shower stall, made for two, and the two of us went under the running water, washing ourselves off.

"So Jack, you seemed very surprised." Harry said.

"I never expected your cock to be so big," I admitted.

"Most people don't, it's 14 inches long you know."

"Really," I said, thought I do think he may have been exaggerating, then again, I had it measured at 12", so really when your that big whats an extra 2".

I then said, "truth is, I love big cocks, so I was pleasantly surprised.

He then laughed, "well young man you are the best cocksucker I've ever had, never has anyone made love to my cock with their mouth like you.

I didn't say it, but his cock made love to me.

"Jack, you have a nice man," Harry said as he looked down on my bubble butt.

I hesitantly thanked him, I mean he could look, but don't put anything in there.

A few minutes later we dried off, and he asked me if I wanted a drink, maybe we could spend few minutes in the Jacuzzi.

I was hesitant at first, but then I stared at that monstrous cock again, and said yes. After all, I should earn my money right.

A half-hour or so, we were in the tub, talking about work, his wife, my girlfriend. It was then I learned this man was a billionaire, highly successful, and In the same business work as me. I was actually intrigued by this man, and it was then he asked me,

"Jack, I'm mesmerized by your ass, I would love to fuck it."

"Sorry, Harry, but I don't do that." Truth is, I love to suck, be sucked, once or twice I even fucked a guy in the ass, but that is the extent of my gayness. I can't even take that pain of a finger in my ass, forget that monstrosity. There was no way.

"Jack, I'll pay you an extra $5,000 to fuck you."

"Look Harry, I just can't take the pain."

"I'll be gentle, I promise, how about $6,000."

This is a guy who gets what he wants and pays to get it. Reluctantly I accepted, but implored he had to use so lube. He imediatley got out of the tub, brought over a bottle of lube, and the told me to lift my ass out of the water and bend over the tub. At first he started to lick my hole. He was an odd feeling, but then it felt kind of good. My cock was getting harder. My ass was his pussy, and he was licking it like crazy. I was beginning to really love it. Then a felt his lubed finger enter, and then the pain, increased. I wanted to scream, but closed my eyes, and coped with the agony. As his left finger was fucking my ass, I felt his right hand cup my semi-hard cock now, and he jerked me off as he finger fucked me. I then became hard as a rock, and was again enjoying the ass play.

"You got a pretty big cock there Jack.

Actually I've always had compliments about my cock, it's 8 inches, cut, 6" thick. But compared to this man, it was nothing.

It was a minute or too later, the old man stood up. I heard him rub lube on his manhood, then felt some on my ass, and his cock, pushed against my hole, and then I felt complete agony, despair, pain beyond my wildest imagination. I let out a moan louder than I have ever screemed, and his huge fire hose entered my ass. He thrusted slowly, then a bit faster. He was gentle but the pain never subsited. I just wanted him to cum. He asked if I liked it, and I whispered an unconvincing yea. It was then he stopped and ordered me to relax. He said if I relaxed my ass muscles, it would feel better. Relax I have the fucking Sears Tower in my Rear, and you want me to relax. But I did, he thrusted again, and all of a sudden, my cock became rock hard, the of his cock in my body, went right through me. My ass was his pussy, and I was his little whore, I liked it. My moans changed from that of agony, to that of pleasure. I then couldn't believe my ears, I told him to go faster. And he did, he went all the way in, his balls slapping against mine, faster and faster. I jerked my cock off like crazy, I was ready to cum, just holding back waiting for him, and then he pulled out and came all over my ass, I came, it was amazing. He rubbed the cum with his cock all over my newly fucked ass. I turned around to look at him, and he smiled.

"How did you like that Jack."

"Harry I can't believe it, it was great."

"Better than sucking."

"I enjoyed it Harry, but I'd rather suck your dick."

"Well it could be an occasional thing we do."

What the hell is he talking about, he's going back to LA. Maybe just a wrong choice of words. But then he said:

"Jack, I have an office here in NYC, and in desperately needs a manager. Since you and I are in the same business, and from my conversation with you, I think you would be the perfect manager. How would you like the job?"

"How much does it pay?" I asked.

"$200,000.00 a year."

"Oh my, but what's the catch."

"No catch, other than, every now and then I may need you to accompany me on some business trips. Once a while I may need you to fly to LA, to give me one of those great blowjobs."

"What am I then your hired whore," I said laughing.

He then grinned, and said, "if that's what you'd like to call it. I'll make you into one of the most richest business men in country, you'll have a mind unlike any other, and in return, I want to see you at anytime, within reason, when I'm horny."

I then said, "Well big guy I am yours, I accept."

"Good Jack, you are going to have a great time, and not just with me, I'll pay for other men to join us, with cocks bigger than mine, and if you want a woman, threesomes foursomes orgies, whatever you want, I'll provide. But there is one more thing."

"What's that Harry."

"I'm horny, come here and suck my dick."

I took his enormous cock in my mouth, and sucked my new boss again. This is definitely going to be the best job I've ever had.

Mittwoch, 22. März 2017

The Bum

As I set on the park bench at Veterans Park a memory came back to me. Tall buildings. Church Street. One Wall Street. The Irving Trust Building. Hughes, Hubbard and Reed, a law firm! Suddenly I could even remember me secretary's name. Miss Fox!

I smiled as I lifted the small brown paper bag hiding my Budweiser and took a deep slip. "Big shot lawyer." I mumbled.

"What, you were a lawyer?" The old man standing in front of me said with a smirk.

He had asked me what I used to do for a living and that's when the memory came back.

"What happened?" He asked as he walked over and set beside me on the park bench. He was dressed in a suit and tie and looked a little younger than me.

I lifted my brown paper bag again. "I fell in love with Mr. Bud." I told him and took another drink. "You want to buy me some beer?" I asked. I could tell from the way that he was staring down at my crotch that the old white haired man was queer.

"Haven't you had enough? You eyes are bloodshot already" The old man said in his gentle professional voice.

"Hell no." I said as I reached down with my free hand and massaged the huge bulge in the crotch of my green, soiled work pants. "I never get enough and my blue eyes are always bloodshot. They are like the flag... red, white and blue" I added as I watched the old man's brown eyes following the movements of my hand as I massaged my huge balls and thick soft dick.

"Where do you sleep?" The old man said as he brushed his hand through his thinning white hair and then fumbled with the knot of his red tie.

"Here and there." I said as I lifted the brown bag again to my lips. I felt a sudden sense of panic as I swallowed the last of the beer. I had used all the money from panhandling at the corner of Oakland Park and Federal Highway. I was too drunk to walk over to Oakland Park. "You going to buy me beer?" I asked again as I massaged my big cock and balls openly as the old man stared down at my crotch intently.

"I... I got some beer in the refrigerator. You want to come home with me?" The old man asked as he fumbled the knot of his tie again.

"Sure, Boss." I said as I climbed to my feet and paused to retrieve the plastic bag that held all my worldly processions. "I'm ready when you are." I said.

The old man hesitated. He quickly ran his finger through he thinning white hair before speaking. "Ok. Come on." He said and turned and stalked off as thought he really didn't care if I followed him or not.

As I caught up with him, I notice for the first time that I was a good head taller than the old man and a hell of a lot thinner. He was thick in the upper body with a little bit of a belly, but not fat.

"That is my car," He said, his voice full of pride as he pointed out a big blue BMW.

"Nice." I said knowing that's what he wanted to hear. I smiled but it wasn't for the reason that the old men must have been thinking. I was smiling because I suddenly remembered when cars, clothes and jewelry meant something to me. I waited until the old man unlocked the passenger side door. Then I got in.

"I'm going to have to be frank with you. Gee... I don't even know your name." The old man said suddenly red from embarrassment.

"Frank Walter Reed." I said and realized that I hadn't said my full name in over twenty years.

"Mine's Ben." The old man answered quickly. "Well, Frank, you have to take a bath as soon as we get home. You smell something awful." The old man told me.

"Yea, it's been a week or more since I visited the homeless shelter." I told him. "I could certainly use one." I added. And I bet you'll want to watch, I thought as he started the engine.

"Good! You can do that first thing." The old man said.

We drove in silence the rest of the way to the old man's house. I lost track of the streets after we crossed a bridge into Wilton Manors.

The house was small but it looked to me like it was on a canal as I got out of the BMW and followed the old man to the front door. Inside, I found it tastefully decorated but not expensively so as memories of Persian rugs, Picasso and French furniture in a huge high-rise apartment flickered through my mind like a quick slide show.

"This way to the bathroom." The old man said hurriedly.

I didn't move as I glanced through the living room and sliding glass doors to the black water of the canal. "I need a beer." I said firmly as I felt the panic of being without a drink gripping me tighter.

"Yea, sure." The old man glance at me. "Stay here. I'll be right back." He added then hurried toward the kitchen. He stopped and glanced back at me nervously before disappearing into the kitchen.

He was back in a flash as though he feared leaving me alone, which he was correct to do. I had been eyeing some silver salt and peppershakers sitting over on his dinning room table near the entry to the kitchen. I made a note of them for later as I smiled and took the Heineken. I don't really like green bottle beers but just grabbing the bottle loosen the panic's grip on me.

I took a deep swallow of the bitter imported beer. I signed as though I had just sipped an expensive French wine.

"This way." The old man insisted. He led me to a small bathroom in a hallway leading to the bedrooms. "Take... take your clothes off here in the hallway and I'll throw them in the washer." He said as he stood beside me nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

I glanced around for a spot to place my beer and found a small table nearby under a terrible looking oil painting. I quickly took another drink before placing the Heineken on the table. As I unbuttoned my shirt I glanced at the old man and smiled. His eyes were wide with excitement and I could see that something else was stirring to life. The small bulge in the crotch of his dress pants had grown noticeably larger. The way he was moving his hand against his thigh, I knew that he longed to be playing with his dick.

The old man's mouth dropped open when he saw all the white hair on my chest. Then he actually licked his lips when I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants as he spotted my thick white patch of pubic hair. I watched the old queer's face closely as I pulled down my green work pants. The look of disbelief distorted his handsome face as the sheer size of my dick and balls stunned him.

I slowly stepped out of my pants and stood naked before the old man. Then as I let him have a good look at me, I reached down and picked up the Heineken and took a drink.

"Let me get the shower ready for you." The old man said as he slipped pass me and into the bathroom. I took another deep drink of beer as I listened to the old man adjusting the water. "It's ready." The old man announced. He didn't make any effort to leave the bathroom as I entered.

I just smiled at him as I stepped into the tub and under the spray of warm water. I didn't make any effort to pull the sliding shower door close even though water was splashing out and onto the old man's suit. I just grabbed a bar of soap and started leathering my body. I took my time working the bar of soap around my asshole and even turned my ass to the old man as I forced the bar of soap inside my asshole. The soap stung but I didn't mind. I had been fucked before by queers. I didn't like it but when the panic seized me, I would do anything for a drink.

I even bent double so that the old queer would get a good look at my huge low hanging balls and thick, long dick as I began fucking my asshole with the bar of soap until I was able to push the bar completely inside my asshole.

When I turned back to face the old man he had his dress pants unzipped and his cock out. It was short but thick and unlike mine, cut.

Then as I watched him masturbating, I leathered up my huge dick, causing it to swell up bigger and bigger until all fourteen inches was hanging down between my legs.

I saw the old man let go of his dick and tense up to keep from cuming. That made me smile. I hate it when it took the queers all night to get off.

"Here's a towel." The old man said after I rinsed off and shut off the shower.

I stepped out onto a floor mat he had placed on the white tile floor of the bathroom. He didn't hand me the towel; instead he began drying me off. I let him. I already knew that the old man would give me some money after he got his rock off and the guilt and shame of taking advantage of a homeless alcoholic set in.

The old man was gentle almost loving the way he moved the towel over my face, making sure to clean my ears. I felt like a child again being dried off by my father after a bath. I let the thought persist. It made me feel warm inside. Then the old man was drying my chest and rubbing the terry cloth against my sensitive nipples and the warm feeling slowly transformed into sexual excitement.

I never thought of myself as being queer. I'm just one of those people that can have sex with anyone or thing. I like women but get just as hard when a man fondles me as I do when a woman does it. I jack off several times a day when I don't have sex with women or other men and sometimes even when I do. Sex is sex to me. I enjoy drinking and cuming.

"Turn around. Let me dry you back off." The old man said when he finished with my chest.

I did as he asked and felt him moving the towel over my shoulders and down my back. He rubbed my ass cheeks with the towel then I felt him suddenly probing my asshole with his index finger. Then he slipped it inside and started finger fucking me. The inside of my asshole was still soapy so his finger slid in and out easily.

Then suddenly I sensed the old man bending down and I felt his tongue replace his finger. I bend over to allow him better access to my asshole as I truly enjoyed his rimming. I would have preferred it being a woman doing it, but hell it still felt great. And my big dick swelled even larger as the old man's talented tongue reached deep inside my asshole and then began to twist and turn inside of me.

By the time the old man stopped rimming my asshole my big old peter was standing almost straight out from my body as I turned back to face him. He didn't bother drying my crotch, he just got down on his knees in front of me and took my huge dick in his warm, moist mouth and started sucking.

When I glanced down at him, I saw that he was staring up at me. I smiled at the old man knowing that he wanted to think he was doing a good job. He wasn't. His mouth was much too small for my thick dick and his teeth were scraping painfully along the side of my dick, but I smiled. I desperately needed beer money and wasn't going to let a little discomfort get in the way of the guilt money he would give me.

I was in fact glad when he stood up even thought it meant that it was my time to suck him. Hell, I'd lost count of the numbers of queers' cocks I have sucked for drinking money. Actually, I really didn't mind sucking one the size of the old man's. Big one where a different story. And I already knew that I could make the old man cum any time I wanted to.

I had the old man moaning and grunting and holding my baldhead in his hands in seconds as I ran my tongue up and down his short thick dick as I sucked it. I could have made him cum right then, but I didn't want him to cum. I wanted to get as close to the old man as I could before I left. So when I felt him tensing up I stopped sucking him stood up.

"Let's go to bed." I said as I leaned down and kissed the old man on the cheek. Then I was kissing him on the mouth. He hesitated, not want to kiss a homeless bum, but he relented and I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

I guess I dislike kissing men more than sucking their cocks. But had long ago learned that if I wanted to leave with good tip from a queer, I had to get them to feel some passion and affection for men and kissing was the best way to arouse the emotions I need them to feel. However, I think my dislike for kissing made me a much better kisser as I was forced to concentrate of the kiss.

When I broke our embrace the old man had a dreamy look on his face. And I actually found myself smiling back at him and not having to force it. And damn if I didn't kiss him again even thought I had already accomplished the bonding the first kiss was meant to achieve. As we kissed, I suddenly found myself hugging him and rubbing my dick against his as real sexual passion took over.

"Wow." The old man said when we broke apart. "Let go to the bedroom." He said and walked into the hallway.

I followed him and stopped to pick up the Heineken. I drained it in several quick swallows. I thought briefly of asking him for another one but knew that would break the mood of the moment. I fought with myself and won the battle. "I'm ready." I said as I reached out and grabbed the old man's hand."

The smile he flashed made me feel warm inside. I held onto his hand until we were beside the bed. When I let go he pulled the covers back and climbed onto the bed and move over to allow me room. Then he padded the bed.

I got into bed beside the old man. We started kissing. And as we did so I began to play with the old man dick and he grabbed my monster cock. I felt suddenly special again. Memories of standing in front of juries delivering a closing argument flashed through my mind. I felt pain of regret. Then I just let myself get lost in the kiss.

"Eat my ass and then fuck me." The old man whispered into my ear.

I immediately moved down between his legs. I couldn't believe that I was actually looking forward to giving the old man as much pleasure as possible. I didn't even hesitate to stick my tongue inside his asshole. I just let the friendliness and warmth I suddenly felt for the old man to drive me to reach my tongue inside him and give him the pleasure he wanted.

The old man reacted vocally. He started crying out as he rubbed my baldhead. He hunched his ass as I tongued fucked his opened asshole. I felt that I could make him cum just by rimming him, but I didn't want that. I suddenly really wanted to fuck the old men more that I could ever remember wanting to fuck a women.

When I felt him getting too near to cuming, I stopped rimming him and moved up and pushed the huge head of my dick against his moist asshole. He gasped as I forced my dick head inside him. I knew from the easy with which my huge dick entered his old asshole that he must have been fist fucked more than a few times.

Then all fourteen inches was inside of him! The old man bucked and cried out like a woman as I fucked him. And damn if it didn't feel great. For once I didn't have to fake my feeling. I even bent over and kissed the old man as I fucked him hard and fast.

I wasn't ready for him to cum. I wanted to fuck the old man all night! But suddenly he was calling out. "I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" And I felt cum spraying onto my hairy chest.

I jerked my cock out of his ass and started jacking off fast and furiously. I shot a stream of cum up to the old man's chin. Then sent more onto his chest and belly before I ran dry and collapsed on the bed beside him.

I expected the old man to tell me it was time for me to go. He didn't. Instead he kissed me on the forehead and turned over and quickly went to sleep.

I almost didn't rob that old man's house. I stay in bed debating weather I should just spend the night with the old man and maybe trying straightening out my life. But then memories of other attempt flashed through my mind and the pain those attempts had brought to those that had tried to help me.

I slipped out of bed and found the old man pants lying of the bedroom floor. I searched his wallet and took all the money he had which even in the darkness of the bedroom knew was several hundred dollars in the crisp bills.

I thought of stealing his silver, but stopped myself. I did take a full six pack of Heineken from his frig before letting myself out. I didn't go back to the park. I knew from experience that if the old man woke up that's the first place he would go. It was November and getting cooler in Fort Lauderdale and time to head for Key West.

So I headed for the bus station. There was late bus that came through from Orlando and I still had time to catch it to Key West. And in the light of the bus station, I saw that I had been correct about the money in the old man's wallet. The bills were all hundreds.

But later as the Key West bus pulled away from the Fort Lauderdale Bus Station, I found myself regretting leaving the old men. Something about him lingered in my mind. I desperately whished that I could stay and live with him a while, but I just reached into my plastic shopping back and pulled out a beer and opened it and took a deep drink.

Mittwoch, 8. März 2017

Energy Supply

I am American and I'm gay but shit, that's not to say that I go for every piece of ass that comes my way. I have learned to take on only high-class lovers who have millions in the bank and wives and families to boot. I love to service the needs of these high rolling guys whose corporate decisions rip off you and me every day of our lives as their companies get bigger and bigger.

Don't judge me too harshly; I didn't plan my life this way. I started out as only a junior office employee and these high rollers would have ignored me if it weren't for my looks. I guess I was blessed at birth with my genes. I grew up healthy and handsome and I was my Grandma's delight. She said that I looked like my uncle who was a well-known entertainer.

Looking at his picture, I knew what she meant. I had his blond hair and a really manly face. But, unlike him, I had worked out at the gym and my body was in perfect shape. My butts were like bubbles and my chest and arms were so muscular. But best of all, I was blessed with my mother's long dark eyelashes, pale blue eyes and her succulent ruby red lips.

In my first temporary contract job, I had been working only a week or so when my supervisor asked me to go to the office of the Chief Executive no less. The company was one of these new energy conglomerates and they were making billions at the time. I was invited to the office of Mr. Big for no apparent reason. I couldn't work it out.

His secretary led me in to his office and poured me a coffee; real coffee at that but the Big Man was nowhere to be seen. She left abruptly after saying that he was in his private washroom. I just waited wondering what was up.

Minutes later the washroom door opened and the King came out. He was a power dressed guy and he sat behind his desk.

"Scotty," he thundered at me, "I've noticed you. You really have communication skills and I like what I see".

I was a little puzzled at his remark because the only communication skills that my job required were in operating the photocopier now and then.

"Keep it up Scotty," he said," and you'll go far in this organization. The Company needs young people like you to take it into the new century".

"Thank you, Sir," I said like a toad, "I'll do everything I can to help. What would you like from me?"

"Forget the Sir," he said softly, "call me Steve when we're alone. How would you like to work in my private office on confidential work?"

"Gee, I'd like that," I replied not really believing what he was saying to me.

"Great!" he said. "If you do a good job in your first week, I'll put you on the permanent executive pay roll. That way you'll be eligible for stock bonuses twice a year".

My mind was reeling at the opportunity he was offering me. I had done simply nothing to deserve such a position and I was very confused. He was a very handsome guy in his early Sixties and his desk was covered with framed pictures of his wife and grandkids. I wondered what a straight guy like him would see in a young gay lad like me.

"It's a deal then," he said standing up and offering me his hand.

"Thanks, Steve," I replied as he gave my hand a firm shake, "I'll do my best for you--my very best".

"Ok," he said in a fatherly way. "Take an early lunch and come back at two and I'll show you what I want you to do".

I had a quick lunch and I went out into the mall and browsed in the men's wear shops. For some unknown reason, I always buy a new sexy pair of under shorts after I have met up with a guy who turns me on. I felt so attracted to Steve. He was a really horny man and I knew that I wanted to get into bed with him if only he would let me.

My cock was soon hard as I picked out a pair of sexy red silk boxers. I love the feeling of silk on my cock and balls as I move around. I changed into them in the washroom and they were a perfect fit. Then I dropped them and sat on the can and jacked my dick hard thinking about Steve. Oh, how I wanted to get my stiff cock up that guy's ass hole.

Within seconds my cock tingled and I caught my fountain of cum in my hand as my head spun with the fantasy of Steve kissing my hot lips. I began to wonder how I would be able to work so close by him without my cock getting stiff and giving my feelings for him away.

At two o'clock sharp, I was waiting outside his suite with his secretary who told me that an important meeting was finishing late. I just had to wait luxuriating in my new silky boxers that caressed my cock and balls. I must admit that I played with myself a little when I waited until my dick was rock hard. I was so desperate for man-to-man sex: I hadn't been with anyone in weeks.

"Please go in Scotty," his secretary announced when the meeting broke up. "He'll be ready for you now".

I walked right in and I saw my CEO scratching his head in some distress and I knew that he had chaired a hard meeting.

"High Scotty," he said. I'm bushed and I want to take a nap. You can load up an in-house CD training video to get the background on the work I want you to do. Can you wake me in an hour?".

"Sure, Steve," I replied and he showed me into the small office next to his.

The training CD was labeled "Top Secret" and it briefed me on the complicated structure of the Company's subsidiaries and associates worldwide. It was hard to take it all in at one sitting so when it ended, I re-ran it. Slowly, I got to master the pattern of the web of the organization that I was soon to become to play a leading part in.

At glance at my watch told me that it was time to wake Steve up and I went into his palatial bed-sitting room just off the other side of his office. He was lying on his enormous bed under the covers. The room had walls clad in mirrors and it was big enough to hold several sofas and side tables.

"Time to wake up, Steve," I whispered in his ear and he slowly opened his eyes with a yawn.

"Thanks, Scotty," he murmured as he got out of bed dressed only in a skimpy black thong.

I felt my cock jump in my shorts as I saw his body almost naked for the first time. He had an airy chest with enormous pecs covered in grey hair. His legs were very hairy too. But, most of all, my eyes took in the size of his cock and balls that were just about hanging out of the pouch of his thongs. And then I made out his huge brown nipples that looked as if they wanted to be sucked.

"Would you like a shower?" I said to him not knowing anything else to say while breathing in his sexy musk.

"Yes Scotty, I would love that. I could appreciate a really hot clean up. Can you run it for me?"

I went into his huge bathroom that was equipped with every appliance known to civilized man. There was a huge sunken bath and a bidet. Everything had gold taps. I walked up to the power shower and found its digital pad and I just pressed "110F" and the system took control.

I saw him take off his thong and walk into the shower with his cock and balls swinging about. My cock could hardly stand the sight of this sexy man. It was as hard as iron for him and then I glimpsed his smooth butt looking right into my face. It was all I could do to hold off taking my dick in my hand and gently jacking off.

"Is that all right, Steve," I called out as I saw him soaping himself up.

"It's perfect," he replied as I saw him stroking his soaped up cock seemingly oblivious to me.

I returned to my PC and re-ran the CD hoping to take my mind off my rampant dick and the idea of me fucking Steve. My brain was heady with the new experiences that the day had brought to me and I knew that I was falling in love with him.

Soon I heard him come out of his bedroom and I felt the heat of his body behind me as he looked over my shoulder at the PC screen. I looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror on the wall. He was dressed only in a clean pair of body hugging Calvin Klein boxers that showed his semi-stiff cock to perfection.

Then he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it tightly and our eyes met in the mirror. My body thrilled as I saw the look of longing on his face. Next he ruffled my hair and he bent over me and kissed my ear. I couldn't help sighing as his wet tongue slipped inside it. He stood up and I turned to him and I nestled my nose in his belly button and licked his hairy love trail. The cologne that he had splashed on his body couldn't mask the pungency of his manly pheromones that drifted up from his balls.

His cock was soon fully erect and sticking out of his waistband and I just couldn't resist licking its purple cock head. He moaned a lot as I took it in my mouth while pulling down his boxers to expose his huge hairy balls. I fondled them gently and sucked his cock hard as he pushed it down my throat. Then my fingers found his ass hole and they entered his rectum and he sighed with pleasure. It was then that I knew that he wanted me to fuck him.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I got up off my chair and he held me to his hairy chest with my fingers still working his ass hole.

"In my position son, he confided in me quietly, "I tend to get drained of energy and I need frequent meat injections to charge me up again. Young guys like you have the sparkle to put my drive back into me".

He nuzzled his nose in my hair as he spoke those words that explained everything to me. I had been chosen to be his bed stud and lover boy at a princely salary. I remembered my Grandma's old saying that it is better to be born lucky than rich. How right she was.

"It's time for bed for you and me," he said gently.

He led me back into his private quarters and he undressed me until I was quite naked.

"Give me some excitement, Son," he murmured as he knelt down before me to suck my hard dick.

I had never been sucked off by a much older guy let alone a Chief Executive but I loved the experience and skill of my sucker; so much better than boys of my own age.

"You have a very fine cock," he said softly. "And I know that those balls of yours are brimming with energy. Will you fuck me Darling?"

Hell, I could have fucked the Hunchback of Notre Dame at that moment let alone such a handsome man like him; he had brought my passions to such a frenzy. I stood up before him and stuck my tongue into his mouth and let him suck it ravenously for a while. Then he opened a bedside drawer and handed me a brand new tube of KY jelly.

I pushed him gently down with his back on the bed and he bent up and opened his legs to give me access to his pink hairy rosebud. He shivered a little as I lubed it up and then I stroked the sensitive skin between his ass hole and balls. I heard him whimper as I sucked his nipples hard while my fingers did their erotic work.

"Oh boy, that feels so good," he whispered to me and he took my turgid cock in his hand and tugged at its foreskin.

I then shoved four fingers up his love tube and wiggled them about and splayed them to stretch his love tube to accommodate my ten-inch love pole. It was a technique taught to me by the first guy who got to fuck my ass hole. I knew how horny it would make my lover feel and how much he would be aching for my hot meat inside him.

Then I knelt between his legs and pulled his butt up on my thighs and he hung his legs around my broad shoulders. He pointed my cock against his cherry and it was soon inside him as I bent forward. He felt no pain and he gave out a gasp of delight as I rocked back and forth with my cock slipping in and out of his love chute like a red-hot piston. I looked down at his hard dick and saw it streaming with pre-cum. I knew that he was having the time of his life.

After a good ten minutes of fucking his smooth tight ass hole he cried out for more of my hot meat inside him. God, Steve was turning out to be an insatiable lover. I pulled my cock out of his hole with and audible *pop* and rolled him over. He understood what I was doing and he knelt in front of me for a doggy style fuck. I lubed my dick up again and lunged into him holding his hips tightly.

He screamed with pleasure when our balls clashed together. Few guys can take all ten inches of my cock without groaning in pain but Steve simply loved it. I knew that I had found the man of my dreams.

"Fuck me long and hard, my Darling," he whispered to me almost breathless.

Oh how I loved hearing that. I seldom got the chance of using all of my cock in fucking a guy and my head swooned as I slowly stroked the whole of my shaft in and out of his silky love tube. My eyes began to glaze when he began squeezing down on my flagpole and I increased my rhythm. Above Steve's moans and groans, I heard the sound of my cock slurping in and out of him and the slap of our balls banging together at the end of each inward stroke.

"I'm close to coming!" he whispered to me and that made me fuck him like a stallion until our cocks exploded their cum within seconds of each other. Oh how my cock throbbed and tingled as I fucked his sweet asshole on and on until I felt it begin to lose its hardness. I rolled him over and sucked his sticky cock and then we kissed each other passionately.

"Was that what you needed?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Ask me later, Scotty," he replied, "when my gut has digested the energy of your hot cum inside me. That will be the final test".

Hell man, my virile cum was so much in demand at the anonymous donor sperm bank that I knew I would pass the test with flying colors. Steve would become my paymaster and business mentor and I would become his principal butt fucker and energy supplier. Our relationship would become a model of completely requited love for each other and it would last for years and years save for some unexpected disaster. But, as my Grandma always told me, no one knows what's around the corner until they get there.

Mittwoch, 22. Februar 2017

Sheriff Parker

It was a warm rainy southern spring night and I was caught in it. My house was on a rural road several miles from the basketball gym. Didn't expect it would rain this hard or I would have asked one of the guys for a ride. In the distance I saw bright lights and flashing blue police signal. The car pulled up next to me and a person said "git in". It was Sheriff Parker the meanest and self-proclaimed toughest guy in Carson County, Tennessee.

I can attest to the mean part, as he would frequently beat the daylights out of criminal suspects in broad daylight. He carried a large, long, thick, black belt made from the rubber part of a generator rotor. Sheriff Parker didn't care what anybody said about his tactics, especially the Civil Liberties Union.

He would offer criminals caught in the act, for petty stuff like stealing or shoplifting, the option of taking as beating with his black belt or jail(in which case the suspect could get the belt anyway and the Sheriff would make that quite clear). Many people opted for the belt. When a bar room brawl was taking place it would stop immediately when the Sheriff entered. Almost everyone knew the consequences of crossing Sheriff Parker. He ruled Carson County with an iron fist. Crime was very low. Nothing happened without his okay. Bad credit, no problem. If you were on the good side of the Sheriff you could get anything on credit. Carson county is about 50% black and 50% white and they all feared the Sheriff. But they also loved him because he kept the crime rate low.

I got in the Sheriff's car as he had asked. I had never seen him up close before but he was the epitome of the stereotypical fat southern Sheriff being about 6'2" and 280 pounds and at 50 years old could still wrestle cattle as well as people. I guess his size had something to do with everybody calling him "Big Daddy". Even the senior citizens called that and he loved it. I marveled at how white his hair was. A completely snow white mass of hair covered his head. It was so white it almost glowed in the dark.

"Where are you going?" he said.


"What's your name".


"Karl, I'm Sheriff Parker".

"I know. Everybody knows you".

"Don't be scared, some of that stuff you hear about me is not true except for the mean and tough part. If you haven't done anything wrong there is no need to be scared. Where do you live?"

"Just down the road".

"What are you doing out on a night like this?"

"Playing ball with some of the guys from the team."

"Well, were looking for someone who dared to escape from my jail. I'm going to whip his ass when we catch him. He could be dangerous. I'll take you home. Your parents home?"

"No. They are away 'til tomorrow morning".

"They left you home alone".

"Sheriff, sir I am 18 and going away to college next year by myself. I guess this is good practice".

"You don't look a day over 15".

"I guess that because I haven't filled out yet. At 6' and 150 lb I still have some weight to put on."

"You weight 150 lb.?"

"Well not really. Would you believe 140?"

"Now that sounds more like it," said the fat Sheriff.

"Is that your house over there?"

"Yes." I said, concluding our conversation.

As we entered the door he said, "You are soaking wet let me help you out of those clothes and make sure the place is safe before I leave. That guy is still on the loose".

We went into my bedroom and I started to remove my clothes. He helped. He looked thru my dresser to find a pair of gym shorts. "Here put these on" he said. He then found a towel and dried my head, wiping my ears, and generally drying me off all over.

After I was dry we moved over to the couch. He sat next to me. The attention I was getting from this guy was making my soft 10 inch dick harden. He then got a call from one of his deputies saying that the escaped criminal had been caught, but he still kept asking if I would be okay alone.

I told him he could stay awhile if he had the time. He now had me pressed against one end of the couch with his arm around me as we continued to talk. He noticed my dick was now stretching my shorts. "Getting excited I see. That's okay; kids your age are easily excited".

He then started massaging my dick through my shorts. It immediately became completely erect. This whole scene was making me nervous. I couldn't say no and was very excited by what he was doing but didn't know what he had in mind. I found out quickly as the fat Sheriff dropped to his knees in front of me while I sat on the couch and pulled down my shorts.

"Damn! That damn thing must be at least 10 inches!" he said as he began to lick the head of my dick and suck it slowly. I had been sucked before but not by a county Sheriff. He went up and down on my dick alternately licking and sucking. He started to deep throat my dick and I shot a load of cum which he greedily swallowed moaning as he did so.

"I have never sucked a black dick," he said. "Always wanted to do that. I have never seen a dick so big. Karl have you ever been sucked by a guy?"

"Sure. The white guy who owns the store on highway 15 sometimes suck me and some of the guys from the team. There is a rumor that the basketball coach sucks one of the players on team. That guy is a terrible basketball player but gets lots of playing time. One of the guys said they actually saw the coach sucking Tim in his car one night after a game. Somebody else said they saw the coach taking it up the ass from Tim in the coach's office real late one night after practice".

"Well," said the Sheriff, "as I told you I have never sucked a black cock but had lots of white meat down my throat. I love to swallow cum. But I don't do anything in this county. That might ruin my reputation. Nobody would be afraid of me if word got out that I sucked dick like your basketball coach. I do almost all of my fucking and sucking at police conventions."

"Policemen like to suck?" I said.

"Sure, what do you think hundreds of guys do who meet in the middle of nowhere for a week with nothing to do? There is lots of horse play that frequently turns to fucking and sucking."

"I assume you do the fucking and mostly get sucked?"

"I give as much as I get. I love to get fucked as much as I love fucking. But because of my tough guy reputation many police officers think I am butch and drop their pants for a good fucking. That's okay by me. One of the more interesting conventions had five guys from a small town in Ohio, the police chief and four officers. I was naked on my stomach on the bed in the chief's room as the chief sat in front of me while I sucked his dick. One of his men came in and saw what was going on and pushed his dick up my ass. It felt great. I continued to suck the chief as one by one his men spread my legs and plowed my asshole. The chief finally sent a nice load of cum down my throat. By this time his men were ready for seconds. They rolled me over, spread my legs, and gave me lots of good fucking, filling my ass so much that cum dripped out. The chief finally got another hard on and took his turn ramming his dick up my ass. The conventions usually conclude with an orgy in somebody's room. Up to a dozen or more police take turns sucking and fucking each other. I don't usually get fucked as much as I like at these orgies, but blow a lot of loads down their throats and up their asses. Friday nights are great. There is even some mild B and D".

"What's B and D?" I asked.

"That's bondage and discipline." He explained what that was and said, "Let me show you." He said for me to whip him with his belt (not the black one in his car, but the one that held up his pants). He told me not to worry that he really wanted it and I couldn't hurt him.

I undid his belt. He got down on the floor on his hand and knees as I began to spank him with his own belt. "Stop, that hurts" he cried. I continued as he told me he would beg for mercy which meant I should whip him even harder. "Ouch . Sir please don't hit me any more"."

I was supposed to say something but had not gotten the hang of this role playing stuff yet. I just continued to whip is ass. He rolled his massively fat body over. I could see he had a hard on. I continued to whip him. He started to moan and said, "I'm cumming". He blew his load in his pants.

He got up and went to the bathroom. I followed and helped him clean his cock and clean some of the cum from his shorts. "I always wanted to get whipped by a black man. While I'm whipping some of the prisoners I get a hard on and wish that they would sometimes return the favor, but I can't get involved in this county. Come over to my place next week. I want that big black dick up my ass.

"Ever fuck an older guy?"


"Don't be nervous; I'll explain what you should do."

The Sheriff came by my house the next day and said, "Read this before you come over." It was a book about a black guy raping a white police officer. The Sheriff had written some stuff in the book that he wanted me to do. One of the things written throughout the book was "don't forget to use grease".

The next week I went to the Sheriff's house at nightfall. I was sort of hoping he would not be home. I was extremely nervous. I rang the door bell. He showed. Damn I thought, he's home. He looked extremely appealing, wearing his dress uniform with boots so shiny I could see the nightlights reflecting from them.

All his medals and commendations decorated his uniform which was neatly pressed. The creases showed clearly. The new hat he was wearing was round with a tassel hanging from it. It finally dawned on me that he had dressed up for me.

"Come in. Let me show you around". As he showed me around I wondered how someone on a Sheriff salary could afford such a large house until I remembered the rumors of him taking payoffs from people who wanted to run secret gambling and prostitution rings. We finally reached the bedroom where I was supposed to whip him with the belt that he usually reserved for others. On cue I grabbed his arm, twisted it and wrestled him to the ground.

He fell down quite easily. I could never wrestle someone his size to the ground without their cooperation. "What are you doing? Stop you're hurting my arm!" he said as I held him on the floor twisting his arm.

"Shut up" I said. "You think youre so mean and bad; I'm going to show you just who's bad around here."

"Let me up or youre going to be in trouble".

"Not a chance. Not until I whip you ass like you whipped so many people who didn't deserve it".

"Please let me up."

"No!" I reached for his famous belt and proceed to whip him as hard as I could. The belt as it struck his ass made a loud whacking sound. "Stop! Please stop" he said.

"I'll stop if you do whatever I say," was my reply.

"Anything! Just tell me what to do. I'll do anything".

With that I turned the big white man over, sat on his chest, unzipped my pants and inserted my cock in his mouth. "Suck it".

"Please don't make me suck your cock".

"Suck or I whip your ass!"

He opened his mouth and started to suck. He was deliberately bad. "You must like me whipping your ass with my belt. Suck my dick right or I whip you some more".

"No please don't whip me any more."

"Then suck me right"!"

He started sucking again. Again being deliberately bad. "I see you want the belt again". I picked up the belt and started to whip him as he lay on his back.

"No stop. I'll suck you right"."

"You had your chance."

"No, please stop; give me another chance."

I looked down and the Sheriff had such a stern hard on that it stood up almost straight, even though he still was fully dressed. I hoped he wouldn't cum as I just now started to like what I was doing--a young black guy whipping a fat southern Sheriff. What irony. I started to really get into the swing of things. "Listen white boy. I'm going to get naked and I want you to suck my dick right or else."

"Yes sir." I undressed sat on his bed and watched as he crawled up between my legs and started to suck. This time he was good. He licked and sucked my dick with much enthusiasm. I couldn't hold back. I blew as massive load that made him gag as he tried to swallow it. He spilled some.

"Was that okay sir?" he said looking up at me puppy dog like.

"I'm not through with you yet!" I went to the bathroom to get clean.

When I returned he was lying on the floor still in floor shiny new uniform rubbing his dick. "Did I tell you to do that? Look's like you want the belt again."

"No please. Don't."

I grabbed the belt and starting to swing it with gusto. He kept begging me to stop. I said "Okay, get up, lean over that chair and drop your pants."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just shut up and drop your pants!" I grabbed the grease from the stand next to the bed and lubricated my dick and his ass.

"No, stop, I can't possibly take a 10 inch black dick"!"

"Want the belt again?"

"No please, I don't want that." Here he departed somewhat from the script in that he spread is own ass cheeks to receive my dick. This betrayed the fact that he wanted it so badly that he couldn't wait. I penetrated slowly at first. "No it's too big. Please stop".

I continued moving in and out of his ass. With each thrust sinking my dick farther into is nice plump but surprisingly firm ass. I had about 9 inches in when he started to moan in ecstasy. We were both too hot to continue acting.

"Yes give me that big black dick!" he hissed.

"Relax, I'm going to give you the final inch!"

"Give it to me please!"

With that I thrust wildly and blew another load of cum. We went to the bathroom and got cleaned up. As we sat on his couch in the living room engaging in small talk I asked, "Sheriff, can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure anything."

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Have you sucked an older mans dick before?"

"No, but you seem to enjoy it and every time I have been sucked, the person doing it seems to enjoy it; I want to give it a try."

"Okay," he said as he undid his zipper and pulled own his pants to expose a nice hard 8 inch dick. "Be careful. I haven't blown a load in a while and if you've never tasted cum it can be a surprise if youre not ready for it."

With that I sucked his dick just as he told me how to do it. Up and down I went, licking his dick and balls. He put his hands on my head and moved it up and down on his dick. It didn't take long for him to cum. What a load.! I spilled lots of it, but I loved the experience. His cum was delicious.

Before I left he said, "You should come to the police convention with me next week. The guys there have never had a black man and certainly never had a cock as big as yours. You'll be a big hit. I'll pay for the trip and clear it with your parents".

"OK." I knew my parents would never say "no" to the Sheriff as he made some sort of lie about taking me to a basketball summer camp for a week.


When we arrived at the hotel we had separate rooms--really nice rooms. The Sheriff had a Presidential Suite. He told me not to be nervous and don't do anything that I didn't want to. He said he was sorry if I didn't really want to come on this trip.

I said I was really looking for to being away from home for a change as I had never been anywhere. He gave me lots of spending money and I went site seeing during the day as the Sheriff did his conference thing. When I went to his room at the end of the day someone else was there.

"Karl," he said. "This is Captain Grover from Cedar Rapids, Iowa. I told him all about you and your 10 inch dick. He wants some."

I looked sort of surprised. Captain Grover was an older tall, thin man about 6' 3" and 185 lbs and very attractive. I walked over to the Captain and stood directly in front of him as he sat in one of the hotel room chairs. He unzipped my pants, took out my cock and started to suck as he sat.

The Sheriff watched the whole scene. The Captain was good, but not quite as good as the Sheriff at sucking cock. I pushed my dick in and out of his mouth. He groaned and moaned as I did. He got up from his chair as said we all should get undressed. We did. All three of us moved over to the bed. I sat against the head board as the Sheriff sucked my dick; I ran my tongue in and out of the Captain's mouth.

Remembering that the Sheriff likes to get fucked, I whispered to the Captain "fuck him." I didn't have to tell him twice. The Captain spread the Sheriff's legs, mounted him and proceeded to give him a glorious fucking. The Sheriff continued to suck my dick as the Captain fucked him. The Captain came quickly, jerking and squirming as he blew his load up the Sheriff's ass. That hot scene made me blow my load sooner than I would have liked. The Sheriff didn't mind as he swallowed every drop and licked my dick clean afterwards. The Captain left the room as soon as he was done. But me and the Sheriff still had lots left. I proceed to blow the Sheriff then fuck him afterwards. We both came as we were in a 69 position.

The week went pretty much as the Sheriff said it would. As word got around where to get fucked and sucked more and more police officers showed up for our sex session that concluded on Friday with more that a dozen officers in the Sheriff's suite. Everyone was fucking and sucking all over the place. The Sheriff was wrong about one thing. I think he didn't get fucked as much a he liked because of his popularity as a fucker. He spent most of the night on his knees on one of the super king sized beds fucking one guy, doggy style, after another. At one point a line had formed to be the next person to get fucked by the Sheriff's fat dick which expect for my 10 inches was the largest in the room. It certainly was the fattest. Lots of the young guys were attracted to the gray hair Sheriff. Lots of "fuck me big daddy" could be heard from the young police officers who lined up to get plowed by that fat southern piece of meat. Some of the guys got the idea of sucking off the guy being fucked by the Sheriff so that their turn would come sooner. Fucking and sucking was going on all over the room. All ages, sizes, and types of police officers packed the room but the Sheriff was by far the hit of the party. He at one point had a line of five guys standing around jerking their dicks waiting to get fucked. They were mostly the younger guys but some of the older officers wanted their turn. I looked over to see the Sheriff poking some police officer in his early twenties. The guy was screaming in ecstasy, "Please Sheriff, give me more of that fat meat. Fuck me big daddy, fuck me."

The young officer then looked over to the next king sized bed and shout to a guy who turned out to be his boss "Chief you should get some of this dick. It's great."

The chief said he was butch and didn't suck cock or take it up the ass. The chief certainly played the role of a butch guy. He, at 55, was one of the oldest guys in the room and at 6'5" 260 muscular pounds also one of the biggest. The chief kept very fit and worked out with weights constantly as could easily be seen by his muscular definition and lack of almost any body fat although he did have just a hint of love handles. The chief also had several tattoos to enhance his butch image.

The Sheriff wanted to keep going all night so he said, "Let me take a break guys. I'll be back in a minute." He went into the bathroom and was shortly followed by the police chief. I went to the bathroom door to sneak a peak. The police chief stood at the toilet and pretended to take a piss while the Sheriff, who had his back turned to the chief, used some towels to clean his cock. The Sheriff turned and noticed the chief playing with his cock.

"Hey city boy, why don't you come over here and suck my fat southern dick?" said the Sheriff.

"I don't suck dick, especially a fat white southern dumb ass wimpy mother like you. Why don't you come over here and suck the dick of a real man!" commanded the chief.

To which the Sheriff said, "Listen boy you can save yourself a lot of trouble and a good as whipping by coming over here right now and suck a real dick. Look, 8 inches of juicy man meat. Yours can't be more than 6 and is certainly not as thick as mine. Come and get some real meat."

"Fuck you!" declared the chief. With that the Sheriff charged across the room, grabbed the bigger, more muscular, slightly older man and wrestled him to the ground. The chief was surprised look on his face at how strong the fat southern Sheriff was. The Sheriff had the chief on the carpeted part of the bathroom floor on his stomach twisting his arm. "Suck my dick city boy!"


With that the chief managed to break the hold and head for the door. The Sheriff quickly grabbed the larger man and again wrestled him to the floor. "Suck my dick city boy". "Please stop you're hurting me."

"I'll stop when you suck my dick." The Sheriff now had the chief in a hold that would make anyone in the WWF proud. The chief could not move and finally gave in. He knew the Sheriff was superior. The Sheriff got up from the floor, letting the chief up at the same time, pulled the toilet seat cover down, and took a set. His fat cock stiff and standing straight up really looked inviting. By now half the room was peaking through the bathroom door to see and hear what was going on.

The big police chief, who had his head shaved to enhance his butch image, got on his knees in front of the Sheriff and proceed to blow him. It was obvious to the onlookers, as well as the Sheriff, that the chief was experienced at sucking dick. After a few minutes the Sheriff pulled the bald chief head off his cock and said, "Lean over the sink, I'm going to fuck that city boy ass of yours."

The chief complied. The Sheriff proceed to give him a good fucking, the kind the guys in the room had lined up for. The Sheriff's fat 8 inches went in so easily, and the chief did not wince in pain, so that everyone knew the chief had taken it up the ass before. The cat was now out of the bag. I guess the chief didn't want any of his men to know he liked it up the ass.

"Enough for now city boy" said the Sheriff. "I got more fucking to do in the other room. Don't want to blow my load now. Check me out later on tonight if you want a good fucking from a real man".

"Yes sir." said the chief. Everyone quickly ran away from the bathroom door to take their former places sucking and fucking to not let on that we were watching.

The Sheriff entered the room and asked, "Who's next?" Four guys said "me" at the same time. "Calm down guys; big daddy has lots left for all of you,"

"Fuck me big daddy," said one of the officers. The Sheriff looked at the five guys lined up for their fucking. "Age before beauty," he said picking an older Lieutenant who was the only guy over 30 in the line. The lieutenant looked to be about 45 and had a decent physical build. The Sheriff proceeded to plow the lieutenant and like the rest. The lieutenant. started to scream in ecstasy as the 8 inch piece of meat went in and out of his asshole.

Meanwhile the formerly butch chief laid on the other king sized bed with his legs spread and motioned to one of the young officers to mount him. As he did the police chief sucked the cock of one of the guys he was fucking earlier in the evening. Me, I spent most of the evening with a young stocky built police officer bouncing up and down on my dick while I sat in a chair.

It was getting very, very late and most of the police officers had either left or were laying on the floor asleep and completely exhausted from all the sucking and fucking activity. Most of those asleep on the floor were victims of vicious but loving fucking by the Sheriff who was just finishing up the last of the young officers. Now the only people awake were me, the Sheriff and police chief. The police chief walked over to the bed where the Sheriff was sitting and said, "Fuck me big daddy, fuck me."

The chief was delighted to hear this. He motioned for me to come over and join him. I did. The Sheriff savagely threw the chief on the bed on his back and spread his legs. The Sheriff proceeded to savagely ram his meat into the chief' ass.

"Oh god, fuck me big daddy, fuck me harder!"

The Sheriff kept pounding the chief as hard as he could. For the first time that night the Sheriff began to sweat. He was working hard at this fucking remembering the trouble the chief gave him in the bathroom. "Take this fat dick city boy."

"Yes, yes fuck me big daddy. God daddy your dick is filling me up. Fuck me, fuck me."

I guess the Sheriff had heard enough as he motioned to me to place my dick in the chief's mouth. The chief sucked me with gusto. He was good probably having done this many times before. The chief was really moaning and groaning now his dick standing up straight just waiting to blow a load. Knowing that I looked at the Sheriff for his ok to take the meat in my mouth and draw out the cum.

The Sheriff knew how much I liked cop cum and nodded, giving me his ok to such the chiefs nice 6 inch piece of meat. It didn't take long for the chief to release a massive load of cum. He screamed as he did but the Sheriff kept right on fucking him but now at a slower pace. "Want me to take my dick out now city boy?"

"No." said the police chief. The Sheriff continued to fuck the chief's now tender ass. I swallowed the last of the chiefs load and more around behind the Sheriff and started to insert my cock up is ass. "Don't do that Karl," he said. "You'll make me cum to fast. I want to enjoy this some more." So I stood up on the bed and offered the Sheriff my 10 inch dick which he took very willingly as he continued to endlessly pound the police chief.

The Sheriff continued to amaze me as he fucked the chief for another half hour until the chief started to jerk his own dick. The chief came again. I pulled my dick from the Sheriff's mouth and scooped up as much as the chief's cop cum as I could. As the last cum dripped from his dick the Sheriff removed his cock slowly from the chief's ass.

After the chief rolled over to go to sleep the Sheriff turned to me and said, "See I told you, I don't get fucked much at these things. I know its my tough guy personality."

"No it isn't" I said. "Didn't you notice how much those guys enjoyed you fucking them? Didn't you notice the line waiting for your fat dick? That's why you don't get fucked much because guys can't wait to either suck that meat or take it up the ass. One of the officers was saying that it is sort of an honor and privilege to fuck Big Daddy. They are afraid if they fuck you and don't do a good job you wont ram that piece of steel-hard meat up their ass or give them one of your class, patented blow jobs. The word about you has gotten around to most of the officers that like to fuck and suck. It has nothing to do with personality. Sorry to say I don't think your tough guy image means nothing here. Its how you use your dick that impresses these guys. They don't want you to cum from a dick up the ass they wanted as much of you joy stick as they could get before someone made you cum They like sucking you because they think they will be rewarded with a good fucking".

"Think that's it?"

"I know that's it."

"Well Karl, Im certainly ready to take your meat now. Please give me a good fucking."

"I'll do the best I can." With that we found some space on the bed that was taken up by sleeping cops who had either been fucked or fucked someone else all night. The Sheriff lay back and spread his fat thighs. I lifted his ankles onto my shoulder and gently shoved my cock up his waiting ass. He closed his eyes and moaned lightly as I started with a slow rhythm. The faster that I pumped my dick up his ass the quicker his moaning became. I asked him to get up on his had and knees so that I could fuck his doggy style. He did.

I again inserted my 10 inch rod into the Sheriff's ass; he continued to moan. I could feel the cum swell up in my balls but didn't want to cum. I wanted to make sure the Sheriff was satisfied before I blew my load. We kept changing positions over the next hour until I could hold back any longer. I exploded a massive load of cum in the Sheriff's ass. After getting cleaned up I asked him if I could suck his cock. I wanted his cop cum and he knew it. He knew I loved his love juice. He sat back as I proceeded to draw the juice from his dick. He came with a grunt and sent his juice down my throat. We wrapped our arms around each other and drifted off to sleep.

The summer went by pretty quick. The Sheriff and I continued to meet secretly. I plowed his ass and sucked his dick as often as I could. His cum was delicious. I was the only one fucking and sucking the Sheriff because he wanted to maintain his tough guy image. He passed up some police conventions and the orgies that go on there to be with me.--probably because he loved taking it up the ass.

Big Daddy asked me to give him a good whipping on occasion. He knew I did not like to do it, so he wouldn't ask too often By the end of the summer I was asking him if could I give him a nice, but light spanking with his famous belt. I started to get into it. But all good things come to an end. It was off to college in the fall.