Haversham never liked to wear a hat. He was proud of his hair. It was thick and very full, and he didn’t like to cover it up. Plus, he had read that wearing “lids” reduced the oxygen to the scalp and could promote baldness. It was a small thing to him, but it was one of the few things that he felt about himself that still made him look good at his age.
But right now, he felt every one of his 54 years and slightly out of sorts, almost like he was kind of drunk, or in a semi-fuzzy sleep state that he couldn’t shake. He even tried literally -- shaking his head, but he still just felt - out of it. This all had transpired since he’d been with that guy, Franklin.
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Haversham had no kids and said goodbye to his wife six months ago and had lately grown weary of cuming by his own hand. When younger, he had always fantasized about having sex with a guy and now he was free to do that or whatever he damn well pleased. But of course now he was older, a lot older… and knew that the gay community was just as bad as rejecting older men as the straight community was of rejecting older woman. Even though he was pretty fit for his age, he lied on the apps about it and said he was in his late forties. Hell, he was in great shape. He worked out at the gym 5 days a week and ate right and hardly drank liquor at all.
What he longed for was to really feel the power and sexual desire of a man. He wanted to be dominated, not turned into some sub or something, but to be the one on the receiving end… he wanted passion and to be erotically fondled, as if he was the woman in the sexual exchange.
And when men showed you passion, it was sometimes rough. He liked that idea too. Maybe that was why his wife finally left him. He had lost that kind of passion for her. Or maybe it was the tennis pro that she spent more time with than she did with him. It didn’t matter. People grew apart and moved on. Haversham knew this and accepted it.
Man, he felt out of it. He even wondered if he’d been slipped a Mickey or something. He didn’t have anything to drink at that guy Franklin’s house. At least he couldn’t remember if he did. Crap, he thought, maybe he was getting sick. There were so many bugs around these days.
Weeks ago, he had searched online on some of the more popular gay sites. He filled out all the pertinent information and even uploaded photos of his body.
After he had filled out the ads, it was only a week before he had communicated with someone that sounded like he was a possible match.
The guy was perfect. He was a passionate top, a little bigger than Haversham and was into a little rougher stuff, not so much that he was into fisting, scat or blood. That was where Haversham drew the line. He told him he could hook up with him the next Saturday.
When they finally met there was a tiny bit of apprehension that Haversham didn’t think about until he contacted the perspective top. Well shit, he wasn’t going to marry this guy, just let him fuck him. And even that he would do safely. Haversham was told the guy he had to fuck him safely. The guy told him that would be no problem.
Anyway, the only bad point was this guy lived in the seedy part of town. It wasn’t like Haversham was frightened about going there, it was just that he definitely had to make certain his car was locked when he left it and that he brought his wallet with him when he went into the small beat up apartment to meet Franklin.
Haversham was right about him though; he was a tough looking character that looked like he knew what he wanted and knew how to get it.
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It was funny, Haversham couldn’t really remember how he got back to his apartment. Shit, at the moment, he couldn’t even remember leaving Franklin’s place. He did remember driving his car on the way over to the meeting though. He was really nervous; he couldn’t believe he was finally going to do this.
He started thinking about the first time he had done anything with a guy. Well, it was just a blow job, but it changed his life. He was only sixteen and his teacher asked him to stay after class.
Mr. Dooley was a big man. All the other kids were kind of frightened of him. Some said he was creepy, some said he was gay. But he didn’t believe it until that day. Mr. Dooley told Haversham that he was failing his class, but gave him an ultimatum. If Haversham would do a small favor for Mr. Dooley, he would give him a passing grade.
That’s how Haversham found himself on his knees under Mr. Dooley’s desk with his flaccid cock in his mouth. If anything, Haversham was more embarrassed about what Mr. Dooley had said to him before hand. Something about how he knew Haversham would do it. Hell, he said he was sure that Haversham wanted to do it. His exact words were, He could tell Haversham was a cocksucker. He had just the right kind of mouth. Mr. Dooley said, spitting the words out. “I knew the first time I saw you, ‘cause you have dick sucking lips.”
What befuddled Haversham more than anything else was that Mr. Dooley was right. And maybe that was why he was so good at it too. Haversham loved the feeling he got when Dooley’s cock started to grow and get hard in his mouth and so he stroked him even more, gently at first, but then with lust and abandonment, with a need to get Dooley’s seed. Haversham wanted to taste it. He knew what his cum tasted like, but thought not all cum probably tastes the same.
He loved the way Dooley’s cock felt, it was bigger than his own but Mr. Dooley was a full grown man. Haversham thought it was a perfect looking cock. And the size was just right, it fit perfectly in his hand and even in his mouth. It fit so well in his gob he could take it all the way down his throat. It was hard but still so fleshy. Haversham stopped stroking it and just lightly squeezed it, enjoying the angry reddishness of the man meat. He cupped Dooley’s balls and sniffed his pubes, then leaned a bit to the side and licked his ball sack. The man was moaning so loud Haversham was worried someone would hear them.
So Haversham went back to jacking Dooley’s cock and sucking on the tip, moving his head up and down, his mouth tight on the shaft, occasionally stopping to deep throat the whole thing.
Dooley was starting to lift his ass off of his chair and really respond to what Haversham was doing to him. Haversham had his left hand holding Dooley’s balls, slightly squeezing them, almost egging them on. Pulling them down gently then back up closer to his chin, when Dooley started to buck and grind and then finally grabbed Haversham’s face and forced his dick as deep as he could into the boy’s pie hole, Haversham was hooked. Haversham didn’t know it at that point but he had no gag reflex and really got off on everything about performing the act. The touch, the smell, the position of power he felt when he first started out on his knees. Even when the organ had increased in size and then how the power dynamic changed when Dooley started to reach his orgasm. He fully dominated Haversham, his face, his body and his soul as he pulled his head thrusting forward all the way to his pubes.
And then it happened, Dooley groaned loudly and started cuming. Haversham loved it as Dooley squirted blast after blast of hot cum down the back of his throat. Haversham could barely taste it since most of it went right past his tongue. What he did taste was surprisingly good. Salty sweet! He thought he finally found something he was really good at. After a bit, Mr. Dooley let go of Haversham’s face and his spent cock plopped out of his mouth.
Mr. Dooley looked down at the teenager and said, “Boy, you’re getting an “A” for awesome.”
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Haversham had sucked off so many cocks after that he couldn’t remember them all. But he found it just wasn’t enough. Even after he got married, he realized that the one on the receiving end of the dick was really having the most fun. It was even more of a way to be fully dominated. And it was pure passion!
Quite a few years and one divorce later Haversham knew he really wanted to try getting his ass fucked. He thought that would be pure passion, to feel fully dominated when he was getting his ass pounded. He’d been waiting for a long time and had read about it so many times and seen so much gay porn, but he’d never lost his cherry.
Funny, now that it was all over, he couldn’t even remember it.
What the fuck had happened?
He sat down on his couch and thought he could use a drink. He tried to replay the events earlier of when he’d got to Franklin’s apartment.
He went over the events in his head again. He remembered Franklin opening the door with that smile on his face. Franklin was a couple inches taller than he was and sure he looked like a rough character, why wouldn’t he? He was the real deal. He introduced himself to Franklin and the first thing Franklin does is walk up to him and kiss him. There should be another word for a kiss like that. It was so rough and aggressive; the word kiss is just too light to explain it. It was just like Franklin’s profile had said, “Mild to Wild in three seconds.”
Full on, face to face French kiss, with his tongue deep in Haversham’s throat. He could feel the four day beard growth on Franklin’s face. Meanwhile his hands reached around and grabbed Haversham by the ass and squeezed both his cheeks, pulling him in really close. It was a tight squeeze too. It set the pace and said, I can’t wait to fuck your boy cunt. Haversham got hard instantly.
Yes! now this is passion. Why had he waited so long? This is what he should have done a long time ago! Rough sex is passionate sex!
Franklin reached up and grabbed Haversham’s shirt and with both hands ripped it open from the top down, the buttons flying across the room.
Haversham thought, Oh Man! This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. Haversham pulled his tank top off just as Franklin reached down and cupped his left breast sticking the nipple in his mouth.
Then Franklin pushed him back onto the sofa and undid his pants then pulled them down exposing the thong Haversham was wearing. His cock, now erect, sprung out and Franklin grabbed it and stuck it in his mouth.
Haversham couldn’t help criticizing his actions. He’d sucked a lot of cock since Mr. Dooley and knew the right way to make a man cum but Franklin was after something different.
With Franklin it was just to taste the merchandise.
When Franklin stuck his spit slobbered fingers into Haversham’s ass, he was in paradise.
Haversham knew this is why he what he’d been waiting for, to feel this kind of passion. He raised his ass up to meet the Franklin’s hand thrusts.
“You were right boy! This here is one fine ass. I’m going to make it mine,” Franklin said in raspy drawl. ”I think you’re already ready for my cock. This hole is pretty loose. You must play with it a lot.”
Franklin pushed Haversham up onto his knees and pulled his pants and thong all the way off in one fell swoop. He grabbed some lube and a rubber and put it on then lubed up his cock. Haversham’s eyes bulged as Franklin mounted him and pushed half of his hard cock up his hole moving internal organs to make way for Franklin’s angry meat. He pulled out almost all the way and pushed forcibly back into Haversham’s ass. Still only half of his cock in Haversham’s ass, Franklin kept pulling nearly all the way out and forcibly pushing back in more and more into his hole.
Haversham started to sweat and then arched his back a bit trying to get his man cunt lined up better for the brutal attack he was getting. Finally, Franklin bottomed out in Haversham’s hole. Even still, Franklin kept up the assault with long stabbing thrusts forcing his meaty cock into Haversham. Even slapping the sides of his ass cheeks turning them bright red.
Just as Haversham started to get use to the ass pounding he was getting. Franklin pulled out and ordered him onto his back. Franklin grabbed Haversham’s feet and licked them roughly then pulled his legs forward holding onto Haversham's knees as he pushed his hardened shaft back into Haversham’s hole.
“Uh, Oh Fuck yeah” Haversham moaned.
Franklin rode Haversham hard, their bodies slapping together making squishy noises as they started to both sweat profusely.
“Oh Shit! This is one nice fuck hole boy!” Franklin groaned. “Don’t think I can last much longer, I think I’m going to cum!”
Franklin pulled his cock out of Haversham’s ass and continued to stroke it with fury. He ejaculated high into the air with most of it landing on Haversham’s belly and some even as far up onto his face.
“Uhh! Uhh!” Franklin breathed hard and soon it was all over and he sort of collapsed onto Haversham.
“Hey Franklin… ah, are you OK”? Haversham muttered.
“Yeah... No, I got ta gets my bearings boy.” Franklin said still laying on top of Haversham.
It was at that moment Franklin pushed up off Haversham and when he got off the couch Franklin slapped him in the face. It wasn’t even that hard but it stunned the shit out of out of him ‘cause after the passionate sex they just had, it came out of left field.
And then again Haversham couldn’t remember what happened next. He couldn’t even remember if he had ejaculated or not. Or what had transpired after the slap, it was like the last part of a foggy dream and he couldn’t connect it to how he had made it out to his car or even driven home.
Haversham shook his head again some of it was coming back to him. But not how the whole thing ended. So, what happened after that smack in the face? Again, Haversham kept thinking, he had told Franklin he liked it rough with no spitting in faces or anything violent.
Oh shit, yeah. He did remember something more. He couldn’t clearly remember all of it though, did Franklin slug him. Fuck, if he did, why didn’t his face hurt. It didn’t even sting after the slap. Then there was that glint of steel. A bit of it was coming back to him. Was that a knife Franklin had? If so, how come he couldn’t remember what came after that? There was just nothing else that he remembered.
Hmmm, Damn, if only he didn’t feel so out of it, he shook his head from side to side again.
Maybe if he got himself a cool drink, yeah, a drink sounds good. He remembered there was beer in his fridge.
Haversham walked thru his apartment toward the kitchen past the small bathroom and then stopped. He thought he saw something… something didn’t look quite right in the bathroom. He went back to the bathroom and when he saw it he was in shock. There, as he stood looking in the mirror he realized it.
All of it… it finally came to him… the last part of when he was in Franklin’s apartment--- and he knew then what had happened.
The answer was all there in the reflection of the mirror.
All he could see was the back wall of the bathroom… because he never made it back to his place. His reflection wasn’t in the mirror because he wasn’t there, because he wasn’t really in his apartment… because he had died at Franklins’ place.
