Donnerstag, 21. August 2014

Veterans Park

After a while you get disenchanted with the bars in Fort Lauderdale. Mostly you see the same old men in Chardee’s. Oh, occasionally stranger on vacation come in the bar. But if you are there looking for a lover, well good luck as you’ll need a lot of it. After five years of living in Fort Lauderdale, I rarely went out to the bars. Once in a while I would go to Tropics, but only because I enjoyed eating in the restaurant. At Tropics also was the usual crowd although a little more friendly than Chardee’s and of course I enjoyed the bartenders as they were always smiling and fixed the best drink in town, still I made few contacts with the possibility of more than a one night stand.

The day I met George, I was bored sitting at home and just got in the car and started driving. Then I got horny and started thinking where could I pick up some nice old man. I thought about driving down to the pussy cat but wasn’t in the mood to drive that far. Also considered the Clubhouse II but didn’t want to run into all the people I knew that regularly visited the bathhouse. So, I found myself heading to Veterans Park just off Federal Hwy.

I didn’t really expect to pick some up there. Just hoped that maybe in the bathroom I would get a glimpse of an old man pissing. But after parking and going inside the toilet, I found it empty. So, I went back to my car, I had parked under a tree facing the entrance of the toilet, and with nothing else better to do, I sat there watching the entrance of the toilet.

Several young black guys went inside and some even looked over at my car as though inviting me to join them, but of course I wasn’t the least interest, not because they were black but because they were too young.

Then an old skinny man road up on a bicycle. The bicycle had a basket in front and it was piled overflowing with plastic publix bags each stuff to the splitting point with mostly clothing. I figured immediately that the old man was homeless. Not that you could tell from his clothes. His blue button up short sleeve shirt looked fresh as did his green work slacks. I watched as he parked his bicycle in the bike rack and took a bike chain and locked it to the bike rack.

As he turned facing my car while searching through the bags in the basket of his bicycle, I got a good look at his face. It was deeply tanned like someone that was always out in the weather. From the distance he looked very handsome. The features of his long face were delicate and perfectly proportioned. He was clean shaven and so respectable looking that if I hadn’t seen the bicycle and all the plastic bags in its basket, I would have thought he had walked over from one of the nearby condos. He didn’t walk like a person down on his luck. His strides as he found the plastic bag he was searching for and turned and started walking toward the toilet, were strong, straight backed, prideful steps.

The moment he vanished into the toilet I got out and hurried to the toilet. When I entered, the old man was brushing his teeth as the sink nearest the urinals. I walked up to the urinal next to the sink and unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. I didn’t have to piss. I tried but nothing would come out. Finally as the old man finish rinsing his mouth out, I said. “Hard to piss when you have prostate problems.”

The old man turned to face me. I got my first glimpse of his big brown eyes. They were soft and affectionate and perfectly matched his deeply tanned face.

“Yea, it’s bad to get old. But you’re still young.” He added and smiled before turning back to look at himself in the mirror. “Heck, just wait until you get my age.” He added as he stared at himself in the mirror..

“You look in great shape.” I said still holding my dick in my hand as though I was trying to take a piss.

“I exercise a lot and don’t eat too much out of necessity, I’m afraid.” He said almost so low that I could barely understand him.

“You live in Fort Lauderdale?” I asked.

“Well, I guess you could say that. At least for a couple more months. Then when it starts getting a little chilly here, I head down to Key West.” The old man added turning to glance at me again.

I played again like I was straining to piss as I said. “Must be nice to have a house down in Key West and one here too?”

The old man smiled. “Yea that would be nice. But that bicycle outside is the only home I have.” He added turning back to stare into the mirror again. “Use to have a house in upstate New York. Was a doctor up there? Then things happened.” He said his voice trailing off sadly. “But I don’t listen to them anymore.” I thought I heard him say.

“I was thinking of going to a bar for a drink, care to join me?” I asked.

“Don’t drink. But thanks for the invite.” The old man said as he stared packing up his plastic bag.

“How about lunch? Want to join me for lunch?” I said suddenly desperate to find some way to spend more time with the old man.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll get something at the shelter tonight.” The old man said turning to look at me again. He smiled. “Looks like your not going to force even a drop out.” He added nodding to my dick that had turned semi hard.

“Guess not.” I said pushing it back into my short pants. “Come on over to my place and I’ll fix us some sandwiches and a big glass of milk.” I said.

The old man shrugged. “Sounds great. But what do I do with my bike.”

“Take your bags out of the basket and put them in my trunk. Your bike will be safe here, at least long enough for us to have lunch and then I’ll drive you back.” I promised him.

“Well, you sure are nice to invite me for lunch. Most people act like I’m trash.” The old man reached up and rubbed his almost bald head. “Well, I guess I am that and worse.” He added.

We chit chatted about everything from baseball to the Middle East as I drove home as the old man kept jumping from one topic to another almost in mid sentence.. And I surprised myself by not rubbing my crotch or doing anything that would give the old man the idea that I was gay. I didn’t know what he was thinking about me, but I was so enjoying his company that I don’t want to make a pass at him yet and get turned down.

“I live in a rental.” I told the old man as I drove up in the alley behind my apartment in the fourplex. It’s not much of an apartment as everything is old and run down, but the neighborhood is so nice that I keep staying here. It’s less than half a block from the intercostal and two blocks to the ocean.” I said as I unlocked the kitchen door.

“See. The appliances are old and rusty.” I said feeling ashamed of the frig and the stove as I lead the old man through the kitchen to the oak table. “Have a seat. Won’t take me but a minute to make some sandwiches.” I went to the frig and pulled out the jug of milk. “Here. Have a glass of milk while you wait.”

The old man thanked me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him staring at the glass of milk like it was something special before he finally reached his long fingered, weathered hand out and grasped the glass. He took a small drank as though he was sipping fine wine. And the look on his face was almost dreamy. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since he had drunk a glass of ice cold milk.

“Wow! I sure ate a lot.” The old man said after finishing his third sandwich. “I feel like a dog after I eat.” The old man said as he pushed his chair away from the table.

“And how is that?” I asked.

“Like curling up and taking a nap.” He said.

“Why not. Let’s both take a nap.” I said quickly.

“How about my bike? I should go and back to the park. Wouldn’t want it stolen.” He added. “But taking a nap on something soft sure would hit the spot.” He added smiling from ear to ear. “I usually sleep on a park bench. But it hard to sleep.” The old man added.

“Yea, I guess it would be hard sleeping on a hard park bench.” I said.

“No, it’s the voices that keep me awake.” The old man said.

“What? Some young guys partying in the park all night?” I asked.

“No the voices in my head. They kept talking to me. I don’t listen to them any more. Got me in trouble back when I was a doctor. But it’s still hard to sleep at night with them rambling on.” The old man said still smiling his beautiful smile.

I started to ask him what the voices told him but decided to leave it be. “Come on let’s take a nap.” I said getting up out of my chair. I didn’t know if the old man would follow me and was afraid to look back until I was inside the bedroom. But there he was right behind me. “It’s a king size bed. Big enough for the both of us.” I said. Then I pulled off my shirt. “Why don’t we strip down to your under shorts? It’ll be more comfortable.” I said. I really didn’t think the old man would go along with me but he did.

I got an erection when he pulled his shirt off. He body was moon pale. His chest bristled with gray hair that ran down to his navel. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and I could see white pubic hair through the slightly gap in the fly of his shorts. Luckily I was wearing jockey shorts and there were tight fitting and sort of hid my erection as I climbed on the bed. “Come on and let’s take a nap.” I said patting the bed beside me.

The old man didn’t hesitate. He sat on the edge of the bed and then turned and lifted his legs up onto the bed and laid down. The old man and I were side by side so close that my hand which was by my side was touching his boxer short just below the waist band.

“Bed feels real good. Don’t remember the last time I slept on a bed.” The old man said as he closed his eyes.

I lay beside him in a state of excitement. The nearness of the old man caused my dick to start jerking. I pressed my hand, that was touching him, against his hip. The sensation of just touching him gave me a thrill. So what if he is crazy, I thought. He looked harmless to me.

When the old man didn’t react to the pressure of the back of my hand against his hip, I slowly began to rub it slightly up and down his hip and thigh. I expected the old man to stop me at any moment. That anticipation also excited me. I felt like a kid doing something totally forbidden and expected to be caught by his father at any moment.

But when the old man didn’t react to the slow rubbing motion of my hand, I lifted my hand placing my fingers on the cotton fabric of his boxer short covering his upper thigh. I left my hand there feeling the thrill of the moment and almost holding my breath at what might happen next. I waited what seemed like an eternity to me but probably was one a few minutes before slowly moving my finger slightly toward the fly of his boxer shorts. Again I expected him to rebuke me at any moment. Only when several minutes passed without him reacting did I start inching my finger toward his fly, moving them slowly so much so that they hardly seemed to move at all.

Then the tips of my finger touched the fly of his boxer shorts. I paused. Fearing to go any further but unable to turn back, I pushed my index finger into the opening of the old man’s boxer short and did stop until it touched the soft flesh of his penis. I froze, waiting for a reaction. But when none came, I gather up enough courage to begin tracing my index finger down the shaft of his dick. His dick was long. I had to reach my entire hand inside his boxer short to run my fingers far enough down to touch the foreskin-covered tip of his dick.

“Are you asleep?” I asked realizing that the old man couldn’t possibly be asleep and needing to know just how far I could go with him.

“No. I’m wide awake.”

“Let’s take off our shorts off. Do you mind?” I asked, as I took my hand away from his dick and reached down and jerked down my jockey shorts causing my fat dick to spring straight up. I rose onto my elbows and turn to watch the old man slowly pull his boxer short off. Then watched as he lay back onto the bed. The old man cock was half again longer than mine. It wasn’t as fat but almost twice as long. Like the rest of his body, except for his face and arms, his dick was moon pale. I thought as I looked down on his dick that it was getting hard. As it was beginning to elongate, sliding down over his balls like some pale snake.

“Can I suck it?” I finally asked the old men.

“No. I don’t go for that.” He said causing a wave of disappoint to sweep over me. Then the old man sat up and turned to me and grabbed me with almost supper human strength and turned me over on my stomach as though I was a child. Then I felt him mounting me. “I don’t mind fucking a queer.” He said as I heard him spitting. When the head of his long dick touched my asshole it was wet with spit. “I figured you were queer when I saw you in the bathroom.” He said, his lips touching my right ear. “Like I said, I don’t mind fucking a queer.” He added as he slowly, gently put pressure on his dick head.

I felt his dick head prying open my asshole. It hurt. I winced from the burning pain when the head of the old man’s dick entered me. I called out when he suddenly shoved almost half of his long dick into me. He snickered. And shove the rest of his dick into me. Then he was fucking me like I was a woman. Then slowly as he fucked me, the pain turned to pure pleasure and I started lifting my ass so that the old man could drive his dick deeper into me.

He had me moaning like a whore as he pumped his dick relentlessly in and out of my asshole. His dick reached so deep inside me that I could feel it half up my body. God! It felt wonderful. I started calling out and thrashing under him from the intensity of the pleasure. I had been fucked before but never like he was fucking me. For the first time in my life, I knew how a woman must feel getting fucked by her husband.

Then the old man was cuming inside me. He shoved his dick up to his balls inside my asshole and pumped shot after shot of cum into me. Then he pulled out and rolled over on his back not saying a word. I could feel his cum oozing out of my asshole. Even so I turned over on my back and looking down at his long deflated dick started jacking my hard fat cock. I pumped it as I stared at the old man’s dick that had just been deep inside me. I love looking at it and knowing that I had taken its entire length inside me. I shot off on my stomach and chest with a loud moan.

As I lay naked beside the old man in the after glow of cuming, I reached over and took his hand in mine. The old man let me hold his hand in mine as we both fell asleep.

Samstag, 16. August 2014

Ugly On the Inside

I scanned the bar as young bartender goes to the cooler to grab me a Bud. I see lots of old men, fat ones, skinny ones, short ones, tall ones, those good looking enough to die for and those that look like the living dead. Lots of them are looking at me. Outwardly I’m straight out of a dream. I look similar to a grand fatherly Robert Young from the old tv show “Father Knows Best.” Inside I’m ugly. I hate myself. I hate being gay. I hate the craving that drives me out into such bars full of old men. But most of all I hate the craving to have sex with another old man.

I smile at the bartender. My smile is my best weapon. It hides the ugliness inside. My smile is infectious. The young bartender smiles back at me as he put the Bud on the counter and scoops up my money.

I take a long sip before turning back to scanning the bar. I don’t know who I am looking for. Who will be my tool tonight? I pass over eager eyes that stare back at me hoping for a response. One handsome old man, short with a full head of gray hair nods his head at me. He’s not the one. I ignore him.

Then, I see him. He’s fat. Maybe once he was slim and handsome but age and weight have turned him to an old fat faggot. From his body language alone, I know he’s got a little dick. He looks at me and then glances away at once. When I stare at him he looks at me again and instantly cast his eyes downward. He’s the one!

As I approach the fat old man, I feel like a spider approaching a fly caught in his web. And as the old fat man sees me approaching, he squirms like a struggling fly trying to get away. He looks around the room as though hoping I am really interested in someone else. He can’t understand why a hansom old man like me could be interested in him. But then he looks back at me and knows it’s him I am walking toward. The fat old man takes a big swallow from his drink.

“Hi.” I say. My voice is so masculine and sexy that I see instant lust in the old fat man’s eyes.

“Hello. You new here?” The fat man asked nervously.

“Just arrived to day and I’m hot and horny.” I answer.

The fat man clears his throat. He lifts his drink and takes another giant swallow.

“Me too.” He says, his voice almost apologetic.

“I want to do unspeakable things to you.” I lean forward to say.

“Oh.” The fat man answers and take another swallow of his drink.

“Your fat and ugly, but I want you.” I tell him. “Are you ready to go?” I add placing my Bud on the counter beside where he’s standing.

“Ah . . . yes.”

I walk out knowing the old fat man will follow. In a mirror I see his reflection. He is following me like a lost fat puppy.

“Where are we going?” The fat man asks me once we are out of the noisy bar. His face is wrinkled and showing his age. He twitches his mouth nervously as he awaits my answer.

“How many dicks did you suck today?” I demand. My tone is sure to get a truthful answer.

“I . . . I don’t know.” The fat man says. I stare at him in silent. “May . . . maybe five or six. I . . . I went to the Pussycat Theater.” He added.

“Did you get fucked?” I demanded.


“Good.” I say as I turn toward the parking lot. “I like fat faggot whores. Come with me in my car.”

“O . . . Ok.” The fat old man mumbles.

We don’t speak as I drive him to my sleazy hotel. Only when we are inside do I speak. “Get naked. I want to see just how repulsive you are without clothes.” I tell him.

The old man starts removing his clothes. He will not look me in the eyes. He always stars at the floor. I like his flabby body. His nipples are big and very elongated on his large sagging breast. He as a nice patch of gray hair on his chest and his pubic hairs are also gray.

“You call that a dick.” I say looking at his tiny dick perched atop his huge set of balls.

“It’s not much.” That fat man admits.

“No much. Hell! It’s nothing.” I tell him as I pull my shirt off and then unzip my pants. When I pull down my shorts, my long, extremely thick dick flops out. It’s so massive that even when it’s soft I can hardly reach my hand around it. And once it hard it’s impossibly thick.

The fat old man just looks at my dick with an open mouth. He sees the long foreskin that drapes over the gigantic mushroom head of my dick. And he watches as I pull the foreskin back and show him the head of my dick. “I’m glad you’ve already been fucked.” I tell him.

“God. I can’t take that.” The fat old man whimpers but I see lust in his eyes. He wants my huge dick inside of him. I see it in his tiny dick. It is dancing up and down on his massive balls.

I reach my hands out and grab each of his large elongated nipples and use them to pull the fat man to me. He whimpers but I know he likes having his nipples hurt. Then I as I kiss the fat old man I twist his nipples as hard as I can. The old fat man makes sounds deep in his throat as he kisses me passionately. I like the way he kisses. I know that he must be a good cock sucker. I want his mouth around my dick

I let go of one of his nipples and reached down and grab his tiny dick. The little thing is no bigger than my little finger but it is rock hard. I squeeze it for a moment. I feel him tense up like he is getting ready to cum. I don’t want that. I let go of his tiny dick and grab one of his massive balls. I squeeze it. Then working on one nipple and one of his balls, I continue to kiss him as I give him as much pain as my strong hands can deliver. He kisses me feverishly.

Breaking our embrace, I turn my back to him and bind over. “Lick my asshole.” I tell the fat old man. And almost immediately I feel his tongue against my asshole. It is warm and moist and very talented. I wonder just how man assholes the fat man’s tongue has licked. He expertly slips his long tongue inside my asshole. It feels wonderful. I can’t help hunching his face. I can feel my enormous dick getting harder and bigger. It’s ready!

I turn around quickly to face the fat old faggot. “Suck it.” I tell him grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him down to his knees. I glance down at the old fat man. He’s looking at my dick as though he never saw one before.

“It’s . . . It’s so big.” He mumbles as I grab the back of his head and pulls his fact toward my crotch. The old man opens his mouth as wide as he can. It’s a very tight fit but the head of my huge dick slips into his mouth. I was right. The old whore is a master cocksucker. He manages to do what few people can. He swallows my dick up to my hairy balls. It feels delicious to have my entire dick in his warm moist mouth and throat.

“Good. Real good.” I tell the old fat man as I pat him on the head. Then I grab the back of his neck and start fucking his mouth like I was pumping a woman. The faggot fights to pull back from my crotch, but I hold his face forward as I ram my gigantic dick deep into his throat time after time. God! It feels great. The way the old faggot has to fight for breath excites me. My dick swells even bigger as I pump it rapid fire into his mouth. But I began to feel myself getting near the edge. I pause and slowly extract my long, overly thick dick from his throat.

“Get on the bed. I’m ready to fuck your old asshole.” I order.

The old fat man turns and looks at my enormous dick and then hurries to obey. He lays face up on the bed and spreads his legs as wide as he can. As gets in position I can’t help but notice how beautiful the old faggot’s butt is. In spite of him being fat, he has a wonderful bubble butt. Yes the old whore’s ass is quite beautiful.

When I climb onto the bed and move between his fat legs, my dick is throbbing to taste his old ass pussy. I wonder just how many dicks have felt the inside of the fat old whore’s asshole. The thought that many, many old men have fucked him before me, excites me. I suddenly wish I had taken him to the bathhouse. I would enjoy watching several old men use him before me. I would love to plunge my dick into the old whore’s cum slick asshole. Next time, I think and find such a thought strange. I don’t ever call having sex with an old man twice. But I find the thought of having sex with the fat old whore again very appealing. I reach over to the night stand where I had placed a can of Cisco before going out. I open the lid and scoop up a hand full. I smear a generous amount on the asshole of the fat old man and the rest I rub over my throbbing dick.

I look into the old whore’s eyes as I lift his fat legs over my shoulders. I see pure devotion in his eyes. I’m Mr. Right. The old man of his dreams. The thought excites me. I like it when people admire me. But, surprisingly I find myself admiring the old whore too. I like him being a total slut. I realize that he’ll do anything I ask. I can see me having a party with several old men invited to it and having each of them fuck him and abuse him while I watch. Abuse his asshole so much that he’s good and sore when I enter him. And having them all watch me fuck him.

Such thoughts make me so excited that I ram the enormous head of my dick into the old whore’s asshole. He bolt almost into a sitting position from the onslaught. He cries out. I grab him behind his neck and pulls his mouth to mine as I ram my dick brutally deep into his over used asshole. We kiss. I force all of my extremely long dick into him. We kiss desperately. I pull me dick almost all the way out of him and plunge it back inside as deep as it will go. The old whore loves it.

Then as I start pumping my dick as hard and fast as I can inside of him, I break off kissing him. I lean down farther until my mouth is closed around the old whore’s tiny dick. I suck him as I piston my enormous dick in and out of his asshole. I love his tiny dick. It like a baby’s dick compared to a horse’s dick. I love how it makes my enormous dick look even bigger.

The old whore cums in my mouth. I relish the taste of his sperm and even shoot my giant load into his asshole, as I wonder how much cum the old whore has swallowed in his sleazy life. I like thinking how many gallons of cum he must have swallowed as I swallow his load.

Then with cum still spewing from my huge dick head, I pull my dick out of his the old whore’s ass and move quickly up over his chest and push my dick into his mouth. The old whore eagerly sucks the last of my load out of my dick. Then I am kissing him again, tasting my own cum.

We both lie silently beside each other. The old faggot whore reaches over with his hand and began to stroke my arm lovingly. And surprisingly I find myself content to allow him to do it.

“Can I stay the night with you?” The old faggot asks timidly.

“Whatever.” I answer. But I realize that for the first time I want someone to spend the night. But he’s a fat faggot whore! The thought doesn’t repulse me like it should. Maybe I’ve finely found an old faggot depraved enough for me. Maybe I finally found someone as ugly and repulse on the outside as I am on the end side. The thought has a ring of truth in it.

“Tomorrow I am going to take you to the bathhouse and watch you rim asshole and get fuck all day.” I tell the old whore. “And then I’m going to fuck your sore asshole in the tv room so that everyone can watch.”

The old fat man squeezed my arm affectionately.