Mittwoch, 7. Oktober 2015

The Senior Outing

As I sat on the big veranda of the mansion, which once had served as main house for a huge plantation and now was being used as a retirement home, waiting for the shuttle bus that was to take a group of four of us on a fishing trip, I wondered for the thousandth time if I had made the right decision. Should I have sold my house and moved into the retirement home? I signed. At least here I wasn’t alone every day. And at 76, I hadn’t felt comfortable any more living alone out in the country in my big house surrounded by the acres of scrub pines common to the panhandle of Florida.

Oh, well, the decision is made, I thought. Might as well make the best of it.

I glanced around at the four other old men sitting on the porch holding their rod and reels. I didn’t know any of them, as this was only my second week in the retirement home. I had seen the short burly guy, if my failing memory served me right his name as Tom, in the TV room making passes at a red headed woman. They had been holding hands and then right in the middle of the movie they had gotten up and left. I hope he fucked her! I thought as I suddenly remembered that it had been two years since I had sex. Oh, well another thing that one loses when one gets old, I thought to myself as I watched the shuttle bus pulled in the driveway in front of the veranda.

I was surprised to see that the shuttle bus driver was also a resident of the retirement home. I had seen him also in the TV room and remembered him because, like now, he had been wearing overalls and looked like he had just stepped out of the corn fields. He was tall and bald headed and thin as a willow branch.

“Ok, if you all plan on going fishing with me you better climb aboard.” He called out in a deep masculine voice. “Those who are new, my name is Bud.” He said, looking directly at me, so I figured that I was the only new resident going on the fishing trip.

As I walked passed the driver, damn if I didn’t do something that I had never in my life done before, I glanced down at the old farmer’s crotch. My mouth dropped open at the sight of the huge bulge in the crotch of the old man’s overalls. I looked up at the old farmer. Damn! He had seen me checking out his crotch. My face turned red. He just smiled, a crooked smile as I tried to climb into the van so fast that I stumbled.

“Watch you step, Old Timer.” The bus driver told me, in spite of being about my age, as he grabbed hold of my arm with his big powerful hands to keep me from falling.

I could have sunk into the earth from shame, as I managed to maneuver my rod and reel out of the way to keep from stabbing the old man in front of me in the back as I regained my balance and took a seat inside the van.

I found my self sitting beside Tom. I nodded my head and asked. “Where are we going fishing? I guess they told me when I signed up for the trip, but I forgot.”

“Ah, it’s a little muddy pond they call Blue Lake. I ain’t never caught a minnow much less a large mouth bass in it.” He said.

“Oh, well, at lest we get out.” I said and I began to wonder why I had signed up for the stupid fishing trip.

I glanced to the front of the bus and noticed that the old farmer driving the bus kept looking back at me through his rearview mirror. When he noticed that I was looking at him he smiled and nodded his head. Feeling that I had to respond, I nodded my head too.

“You better be careful of Bud.” Tom said turning to look me over with a long serious glance.

“Why?” I answered.

“He’s as queer as a two-dollar bill.”

“Oh!” I said in shock. “Thanks.” I mumbled.

“It’s a pity that God gave damn queers such big dicks.” The old man next to me said. He nodded his head toward the bus driver. “That old queer has fifteen inches if he got an inch. Hell, if I had half what he’s got, I would be fucking a different old lady every night.” Tom said shaking his head.

I tried to keep my eyes off the bus driver as he drove us through the scrub pines into the sandy lake country, but I couldn’t. Even after being warned that he was queer, I still found myself secretly glancing up at his rearview mirror to see if he was looking back at me. And I couldn’t get the thought that he had such a big dick out of my mind.

When the van arrived at the lake I was surprised to find its waters a crystal clear blue after what Tom and said about it being a muddle little pond. I got up and stepped back and let Tom and the other go ahead of me and covered up my action by fiddling with my rod and reel.

The old farmer looked up from helping a portly old man out of the van as I approached. He smiled at me, with his strange crocked smile. “That’s a nice rod and reel you got there. Guess you’ve done a lot of bass fishing.” He said as he reached out his big calloused hands and took hold of my arm.

“Actually, no. I just bought it yesterday. I used to fish but I used a cane pole.” I confessed suddenly feeling foolish buying the expensive rod and reel when I didn’t know squat about bass fishing.

“If you want to tag along with me you’re are welcome.” The old farmer said.

I glance toward the others. They had all hurried to the shore of the lake and were already casting their lures into the crystal blue water. “Thanks.” I said and nodded my head.

“Then follow me. I know a spot on the other side of the lake that is a great fishing hole.” Bud said as he picked up his rod and reel, which he had leaned against the van while helping us out.

“On the far side of the lake?” I asked suddenly wondering if I should follow him. I glanced at the group of three fishing side by side on the shore of the lake. They didn’t seem to be noticing us. “Ok.” I finally agreed.

The old farmer took off moving so quickly with his long strides that I had to struggle to keep up with him even though I considered myself to be in good shape for my years. He followed a well-worn trail that ran along the very edge of the lake, but the brush and pine trees quickly hid us from view of the Tom and the other two men fishing near the van.

We had walked a good distance when the old farmer stopped and leaned his rod and reel against a big cypress tree.

“Is this the place?” I said trying to peep through the brush at the lake.

“No, got to take a piss.” The old farmer said as he stood in the middle of the trail and unzipped his overalls.

I started to politely turn around to give him some privacy.

“You ever been married?” The old farmer asked.

I paused. The old farmer was reaching inside his fly with his fingers.

“Yes when I was young, but I got a divorce after a few years.” I mumbled suddenly unable to look away from the old farmer’s crotch as he slowly pulled out his dick. It was pale and huge. He just kept pulling dick out of his fly until when he let go of the thing it flopped down almost to his knees. And damn if the old farmer’s dick didn’t have two inches of loose foreskin hanging down from his pecker head. And it wasn’t just that it was the longest dick I had ever seen. It was also the thickest. I stared at his dick as the old farmer held it in his hand and began to sake it back and forth until he had the huge thing swinging from side to side.

“I’ve never been married.” The old farmer confessed. “Never even fucked a pussy.” He added as he stopped swinging his dick from side to side and pulled the loose foreskin back until his cock head came into view. It was smaller than the shaft of his dick and slightly pointed. I couldn’t help think that it would have been a wonderful tool to pry open a tight pussy. “Do you masturbate?” Bud asked suddenly looking me in the eyes.

“Ah . . . sometimes.” I found myself saying.

“When was the last time you jacked off?” The old farmer almost demanded.

And I found myself answering him with out thinking. “Last week.”

“Take your old pecker out and let’s jack off together.” The old farmer told me.

“I . . . I don’t know.” I mumbled.

“Didn’t you use to jack off with your friends when you were a kid?” He asked.

“Yea . . . sometimes.” I answered.

“So, come on let’s do it.” The old farmer said and slowly began to move his loose foreskin back and forth over the head of his dick as I stared in shear wonder at how much bigger his dick had grown since he had first taken it out of his overalls. “Come on and take your out.”

I hesitated, suddenly realizing just how small my dick was compared to the old farmers. “Ah . . . I ain’t got much.” I mumbled.

“It’s not the size that counts. Come on and take it out and let’s have some fun like we did when we were kids.” The old farmer said as he waved his enormous engorged dick back and forth in front of me.

Reluctantly, I unzipped my green work pants and reached inside. I grabbed my small circumcised dick and pulled it out into the light of day. Then I glanced over at the farmer.

“Beautiful.” He said.

I pulled out my balls, which were very over sized and make my dick look even smaller lying atop my bull sized balls.

“Hey, that’s some set bull ball you got there.” The old farmer said admiringly.

His phrase caused me to smile. “Yea, I guess I do have big balls.” I said as I grabbed then and squeezed them gently.

“I bet you shoot a big load of cum.” The old farmer added as he walked up so close that when he pointed his long thick dick at me the monster touched my belly. “How tall are you?” He asked.

“Five feet and a half.” I said.

“Got some big nuts for such a little fellow. Mind if it touch them?” The old farmer asked as he rubbed the foreskin-cloaked tip of his dick back and forth against my belly.

I let go of my balls. That was all the sign that the old farmer needed. He reached out and grabbed my big balls with his huge left hand as he continued to rub the tip of his dick back and forth across my belly.

“Ahhhh.” I moaned. “That feels wonderful. I can’t remember the last time someone touched my balls.” I confessed. “They are even more sensitive than my dick.”

Then suddenly the old farmer was down on his knees and before I knew what he was going to do he was licking my balls. I wanted to pull away from him. But his tongue felt so wonderful as it moved over my hairless balls that I just stood there and moaned. My little old dick started bouncing up and down from the message his warm moist tongue gave my sensitive balls.

“Pull your pans down.” The old farmer said as he pulled his tongue away from my balls.

Having felt the pleasure he had to give, I didn’t hesitate. I unbuckled my work pants and quickly pulled them down and then my white jockey shorts. I pushed my hips toward him think he was going to lick my balls again.

“Turn around and bend over.” The old farmer said. “I want to taste you pussy.”

I tilted my head to the side as I tried to figure out what he was talking about. Then suddenly it came to me. The old farmer was talking about my asshole.

“Turn around.” He ordered in his deep masculine voice and I found myself obeying in spite of my apprehension. “Now bend over.” I did as he asked and immediately felt his wonderful warm tongue touch my asshole.

“Oh! GOD!” I called out. Never before had I felt something so wonderful. Then he pried open my asshole with his strong tongue and slipped it deep inside of me and started twisting and turning it inside me. My legs suddenly weaken and I feared that I was going to faint from the intensity of the pleasure. When he began to fuck my asshole with his tongue, I started hunching and jerking uncontrollably.

Then without saying a word, the old farmer suddenly stopped rimming my asshole and began probing deep inside of my asshole with his fingers. It felt wonderful even as he added a third and then a forth finger. “You got a beautiful ass pussy.” The old farmer said as I felt him straightening up behind me. “I’m going to fuck me.” He added.

The old man had me so hot that in spite of the fact that I had never been fucked or even had any homosexual contact before, I knew that it was something that I always wanted and just never realized it. The moment his tongue had touched my old asshole, I realized why I had never really cared about sex. I had always wanted to get fuck instead of fucking.

“You ready for my big dick?” The old farmer asked.

I didn’t answer him. I was both frightened and eager to get his huge dick inside of me. GOD, what is happening to me? Why didn’t I know that I wanted a man’s dick inside of me before? I found myself thinking even at the old farmer pushed his slightly pointed dick head against my asshole.

It hurt. It felt wonder. I wanted to pull away but found myself pushing my asshole against him dick head driving it deeper into my opening. It hurt! It felt heavenly. The old farmer sent a couple more inches of himself into me. I gasped from pain/pleasure. He pushed even more dick up my ass. I went crazy. Suddenly I was calling out. “Yea! Fuck me! Fuck me!” As he rammed his massive dick as far into my opening as he could shove it. Then as he began to fuck me, I would have collapsed if he hadn’t of held me up.

I suddenly realized how a woman must feel when getting fucked by a man. The old farmer was in total control of my body as he plunged his enormous dick in and out of my old but virgin asshole.

“I never fucked an asshole so hot.” The old farmer whispered in my ear as he started kissing the back of my neck as he shoved his dick violently into my open hole. “Damn, you are a good fuck.” He added, moving faster and faster in and out of my asshole. “I’m going to give it to you!” He suddenly called out as I felt his body tensing.

“Yes! Oh! GOD! Yes!” I cried out as for the first time in my life I felt another man cum gushing into my hole. I pushed my ass hard against the old farmer’s crotch wanting to take his hot cum as deep inside of me as possible. The feeling of his searing hot sperm flowing inside my guts caused me to shake uncontrollably as he emptied his balls in me. And when he slowly pulled his enormous dick out of me, the feeling was pure heaven.

I turned around and suddenly found myself kissing the old farmer. The impulse just came upon me and I pressed my mouth against his and sent my tongue into his mouth as he sent his into mine. And damn if it didn’t feel like my very first kiss as it was beyond any feeling that I had ever had while kissing a woman. The kiss was so pure and passionate that I almost shoot my load as our tongues stroked each other.

“Where have you been all my life?” The old farmer asked when we broke our embrace.

I smiled and didn’t have an answer. But suddenly felt a great sadness that I had wasted so much of my life in ignorance of what I had sexually craved.

“Now let me take care of that little dick of yours.” The old farmer said dropping to his knees in front of me. He quickly took my small cut dick in his mouth and began doing wonderful things to it with his long, strong, moist tongue.

“Oh! Oh!” I found myself crying out. Suddenly no longer was my dick insensitive. His fucking and awaken a sexuality in me that had lain dormant all my life. His tongue moving around the little head of my dick sent pulses of pleasure that I had never felt through my body. I suddenly found myself fucking his mouth as he tongued my little dick like his mouth was a pussy. And as I rammed my little dick in and out of his mouth, I stared down as his crotch as he stroked his huge dick while he sucked me.

The sight of his big hand moving up and down his enormous dick excited me. Just knowing that I had taken such a huge thing inside of me made me feel light headed as I watched him jacking off.

I never expected him to shoot off again but he did. Suddenly gobs of white sperm flew from his huge dick striking the front of my work pants. Seeing his sperm running down the leg of my pants was the last straw. I shot my load in his mouth. Because of my big balls I always shot a large load of cum, but the load I pumped into the old farmer’s mouth was truly monestrous. I thought I would never stop coming as the old farmer swallowed as fast as possible and even then he couldn’t take all of my load. Cum began running out of the corner of him mouth and down his chin before I finally unloaded my balls completely.

“Damn, you give a lot of juice.” The old farmer said as he stood up. I thought our sexual experience was over but he pulled my face to his and suddenly rammed his tongue into my mouth as was blowing my own cum into my mouth.

I tried to pull away but the old farmer held my mouth to his until I was forced to swallow my own cum. Then I lost all repulsion and was kissing him back and swallowing my cum and even digging my own tongue deep into his mouth seeking more.

“Wow. You are something else.” The old farmer said when he finally pulled back.

I flushed.

“Say there’s an empty room right next to mine. Why don’t you try to transfer to it? I want you as close as possible so I can fuck you whenever I get the urge.” The old farmer said as he shoved his huge dick back into his overalls and then zipped his fly. “What do you say about that?”

“I would love to be in the room next to you . . . but I think I would prefer sleeping with you even better.” I found myself saying and realizing that it was something that I wanted more than I could ever remember wanting before.

“Well, I was thinking the very thought myself.” The old farmer said as he reached over to retrieve his rod and reel from beside the cypress tree. “Now, what do we enjoy each others company and get to know each other a little be better while we try to catch some of those large mouth bass.”

I nodded my head not trusting myself to speak as I picked up my rod and reel and followed the old farmer as he took to the lake side trail again.

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