My name is Bill Smith;(one of the millions of Bill Smith's in the U.S.A.) . I was married,then divorced-now Gay, at age 62. I took an early retirement and live in Fort Lauderdale.
I rent from two slender, good looking 70-ish Gay guys. They rent two rooms in their big house-to me, and a younger gay man, about 40. Our rental money pays the taxes and insurance.
My landlords like me because I'm inshape, good looking, and have a fat 8" cock.
I get cheap rent, and they get some cock and ass during the week.
About three nights a week they come in-(I'm half drunk anyway)-and take turns expertly sucking and rimming my nice ass and rock-hard 8" cut cock-and sharing the two cumloads.
Also, once a week, the other roommate, hunky muscular Top, Tom, comes in-(usually late at night)-and gives me a hard, thorough mouth fuck,( very pleasurable), and a big load of Cum. (He never fucks my ass, as he only fucks 20-ish Young Twinks.)-
(My ass is too old for him.)
Nearby, I have a couple of older Tops to go to when my ass itches.
Life is good at age 62, and retired on two pensions.
But sometime at night. I have the same recurring, vivid sex dreams of being in Boston, back in the summer of 2000. The details are stamped in my memory.
I was forty, looked 30, and buff from working out at the gym. The marriage was crumbling-and no sex from the wife. The sex with guys was getting better and better- so I didn't care.
I was in Boston in early July at my hotel, and had just sold some schools their new computers.
It was a Friday night. I was near the Mass. General hospital, with several gay bars nearby. I ordered a quick room service meal. The waiter is cute, but didn't hang around.
So I go down and out of the building and across the street, to one of the older gay bars. It's early evening, only a couple of guys. I deliberately sit next to the one well-muscled, good looking 40-ish guy-(longish hair, a beard, and wearing Levis).
I have a couple Rum and cokes, and he starts the conversation. The bartender is listening, so Ron, my new friend, says-"lets sit at a table."
We sit down, and Ron says, "what are you looking for?" I reply, "I'm married, no sex at home-and I'm really getting to like sex with men."
"It's exciting to suck cock and get fucked"- I said.
"I'd like to have as much sex as I can this weekend-just sucking, getting sucked, and getting fucked-and no weird stuff like a fist up my ass."
"Cool", he says smiling. "That can be arranged. Let me call some friends".
He goes in the back and makes a private call-then comes back. "There are three guys in my building, up for sex right now", he says.
"Sounds great", I reply.
We get up walk a couple of blocks and go into an old apartment buildng-up to the fourth floor. Three middle-aged , good looking guys in Levis are sitting around drinking shots of whiskey, and smoking joints.
We sit down. I have a couple shots of Bourbon and puffs of the joint, and we go into the bedroom and strip down. They all have fat 6" and 7" cocks.
The guys are shocked when they see me take dentures out of my mouth and put them in my pants. "A car accident when I was drunk", I said- "the steering wheel knocked out most of the teeth".
I'm picked up and laid on my side in the bed by the muscular guys, and quickly lubed. In seconds, my mouth and ass are being fucked hard, and someone is skillfully deep-sucking my fat 8"dick. I can't resist- and shoot a big load of cum, down a warm, willing throat. Then the guys, two at time, fuck my mouth and ass- and switch, till all four have shot loads down my throat, and in my ass.
(The oldest guy is the skilled sucker, and sucks the ones fucking my ass.) It's all over in about an hour. We all get up, naked, for more drinks, and smoke more pot. (Ron , who brought me, washes me off at the bathroom sink with a washcloth.)
We're sitting around, dicks hanging down,the older sucking guy is kneeling and just sucks and licks our cocks for fun-(not trying to suck out a load).
High and half drunk, I say-"wow, that was intense". Then Jim says, "we've got to go- the guys are going out to the clubs later".
The guy on the floor sucking me regretfully gives up my thick, still-hard cock , and switches to another fat cock nearby.
Ron says, "there's another sex place nearby, want to see it?" "Sure", I half-drunkenly say.
We go a couple of blocks away to an old, and physically dirty gay bar-with just a couple of older alcoholics on bar stools.
I just stand there, as Ron talks to the bartender. I hear the bartender say, "nice body", as he looks at me. He hands Ron a wad of money. Ron comes over and say's,"'there's fun downstairs".
Ron takes me out back and down some stairs to the basement. It's a huge room, but warm-a large bar with hay bales and wood barrels all over the place-real rustic. There are comfortable looking sling seats hanging from the ceiling.
Ron introduces me to a short, muscular guy Billy, in his 30's-and showing a big, bulging cock in his jeans. "Billy will take care of you". "I've got to be somewhere-be back in an hour or two"-and with that-Ron leaves.
Billy is friendly, gets me a drink-but seems a real tough guy-looks like a fighter.
I'm sitting on a chair, with my drink. Billy stands, pulls out a very thick 7"dick, with big hanging balls.
He non-violently grabs my head and shoves his super-thick, hard cock into my mouth.
"No teeth, I like that"-he says, after a couple of deep thrusts. He pumps away steadily, deeply fucking my throat, and with a final hard fuck, shoots a big load of Cum down my throat. "Nice", he says-(as he takes his massively thick cock out, and wipes it off with paper towels).
I'm still drugged on pot, and partly drunk- enjoying the taste of the Cum-and just sit there.
"Come with me", he says.
We go to the large alcove in the back. He gives me some more liquor, and pills.
Billy strips off my clothes off, and puts them in a locker. He lets me wear my t-shirt-nothing else. "I'll give all that stuff back to you later", he says.
Billy kneels, there's is brief pinprick. He' s injected something into my cock. The cock instantly swells, get hard and stays very hard. 'There's no harm to it"- Bily says.
Billy and another muscular guy pick me up and lay me down on a weird padded massage table. My head sits on a thin board with a pillow. I'm on my belly, ass up and and legs velcroed to two leg boards-so my legs are spread and my ass ready for fucking. My swollen, super-hard dick hangs down into a glory hole in the massage table.
The padding is soft and deep, and comfortable. Billy throws a thin blanket over my shoulders and back-making sure to leave the ass exposed-and leaves. It's warm in the basement-the furnace must be nearby-and half drugged, I doze off.
I'm awakened by the sound of male voices.
There are dozens of mainly older guys in Levis. My ass is bring felt and rubbed by many hands. They split up into a line at my ass and a line at my head. Lots of big, hard cocks are hanging out-being sucked by kneeling figures-as they laugh and drink-waiting their turn to fuck my mouth and ass.
A big cock enters my mouth and another my ass, at the same time. The guy holds my head and after some short hard fucks, shoots me a good load of Cum. The guy fucking my ass comes also-and both guys are replaced by other guys.
My ass is tingling contantly, and the loads of Cum taste real good. (I am drunk and high on pills at the same time-and the cocks feel and taste great.)
I lay there, just a piece of of meat to be fucked.
But after about a dozen loads of Cum, my stomach can't take any more, and I throw up a whitish mass. Billy comes by-cleans up the mess, washes my face, and give me a weak bourbon and water to drink;(plus a couple of pills).
Now, one is fucking my mouth anymore-there's just the line of guys to fuck my ass- (with their medum, large, and extra large cocks).
There are also old guys sitting on the floor waiting to go under the massage table and suck my huge, rock-hard 8" dick.
(I've got really big balls and always have been able, at parties, to shoot 5-6 loads. But I seem to have gone past that number of cum loads now)-(maybe the pills helped).
There's atireless, toothless cocksucker under the table-super skillful, and I can't resist him, and shoot a big load.
I doze off, and when I wake up, the line of guys fucking me are gone. (Probably off to fuck young guys in the Slings.)
Now I'm being rimmed by older toothless mouths and long tongues, and am getting long,slow suckings. I'm rock-hard but there's no more Cum in me.
It doesn't stop the suckings of my hard, swollen cock-it just goes on and on.
I hear voices. and look up. It's the guy I met earlier, Ron, and muscular Billy.
I hear Billy say very quietly, "The Meat worked out well. Especially since he had no teeth. And a nice thick cock. Bring us more Meat like that."
Billy then comes over, and with a warm washcloth washes my face, cock and ass. Ron and Billy get me up. Ron has brought me a large coffee, lots of cream and very sweet.
I drink that, and they get me into my clothes. Ron takes me upstairs, and we slowly walk the few blocks to my hotel, and Ron gets me up to my room. He makes me a drink, a light bourbon and water, and has me drink it.
He takes me into the bedroom and undresses me. I'm feeling better with the coffee and bourbon in me.
He props me up, takes out his hard, very-thick, beercan cock and quickly and deeply fucks my mouth-and grunts pleasurably as he shoots his load;( but not in my mouth-at the last minute ,but the pulsing cock is pulled out, and the Cum goes on my chest).
Then he kneels, and expertly deep sucks my cock-until a small load gushes out.
He then put me on my belly at the end of the bed, spreads my legs and and bending his knees, gives my ass hole a quick, hard vigorous fuck- for what seemed a long time-finally shooting his load, with a satisfied sigh.
I'm Just lay there, still groggy, but my ass tingles with pleasure at the hard, rough ass fuck he had just given me.
I'm propped up again, and my toothless mouth gets fucked again for 8-10 minutes-with his still-hard cock. He finally shoots a load, and it pours out on my chest.
Ron grabs a towel, cleans my mouth, chest, cock, and ass and slides me into bed.
"See you next time you are in town", he says, as he leaves.
I remember it, as if it were yesterday.
