The following is a work of erotic fiction designed for a mature audience.
My grandparents died within two weeks of each other. Guess one couldn’t stand to be around without the other. They’d been married since they were eighteen, fresh out of high school. Retired when they were in their early sixties, relocated to the Deep South and kicked off only a few years after. Didn’t seem fair, even to me who was only in my mid-twenties and had, hopefully, a long way to go. You work all your damned life, reach the point that you can finally relax, and then boom you’re gone. It taught me a valuable lesson: I’ll be damned if that was going to happen to me.
The folks went back and forth over what they were going to do with the property. Gramps and Granny had left behind, among other things, a two-bedroom house in a wooded development. Mom, who was their only child, hemmed and hawed over what to do with the property. One day she wanted to sell; the next, she didn’t. There was no chance of their relocating. Dad had a good-paying job in the city up North. And Mom had all her girlfriends who, quite honestly, she spent more time with than her own family. Ultimately they decided to hang onto it and use it as their vacation home. The place was only a short drive to the coastline and the popular beaches.
I had other ideas. At twenty-five, I still lived with the folks. Okay, so I’m a bit of a freeloader. Not much freedom, but it was cheaper that way. My job provided the luxury of working from my room-office. I only put in four days a week, but the pay was good. Kinda sucked, though, that I could never bring a guy home for the night. I truly needed my own place.
Presented the idea to Mom and Dad over dinner one night. I had thought of everything to persuade them to agree with me taking over the Carolina place. Mom was a bit reluctant (didn’t want her one and only to fly from the coop). Dad was more receptive. My persuasive argument was that the place lay vacant for fifty weeks out of the year. Renting was risky. I could be there full-time (free, of course) attending to the upkeep of the place. When I generously offered to foot the bill for any repairs Dad said that wouldn’t be necessary. Gotta love that guy. Mom finally relented, promising to visit often. Oh, boy!
Within a matter of days, I had my car packed up and was ready to roll. There was a lot of hugging from the folks and tears from Mom. Jeez, you’d have thought I was going overseas to fight in a war. In my rear view mirror I saw them still waving as I rounded the corner and left the street I’d lived on since birth. Hopefully for the last time.
It was a ten-hour drive but it took me eleven. My fault. On one of my gas stops I went to the rest room to relieve my bladder and wound up sucking off a big, burly trucker. What can I say? When I see something I like I’ve got to get down on it. By the amount of rich, tasty cum that guy shot he probably hadn’t gotten off in weeks. My belly was so full I wouldn’t need to stop for lunch or dinner.
I arrived a bit after eight. By the time I had unloaded the car and did a cursory inspection of the place I was bushed. Found it a bit creepy to sleep in my grand folk’s bedroom with all their stuff still there so I opted for the guest room. Slept like a log with visions of hairy trucker’s cocks filling my dreams.
Now, allow me to make a little confession here. I’m mostly attracted to older guys. I’m twenty-five and my interest starts at about forty, occasionally a few years younger. I don’t know what it is. Maybe I have a daddy complex. No, I’ve never done my own Dad. Not that he’s grotesque, but the idea of it is. At least to me. In high school my Geometry teacher fucked me through all four years and at College I had more than one Professor who delighted in my oral and anal ministrations. I’ve never had a problem attracting the type I prefer. While I’m not exactly a GQ cover model I’m not all that bad. A bit ordinary, I suppose. Medium length sandy-brown hair, grey-blue eyes, lightly tanned complexion, and a lean, lightly muscled bod. My cock is a smooth perfect seven, invitingly arced and topped by a juicy plumb. It has been giving me lots of pleasure ever since I figured out what it was used for.
The next few days were spent packing away all of my grandparent’s stuff which didn’t quite fit in with my aesthetic. Which was a lot. And then there were their clothes. When they had passed Mom and Dad had made a quick trip down there and hadn’t gotten around to disposing of their wardrobe. All that stuff I packed up, drove down to the local Goodwill and replaced with my own garb. I needed to do some shopping for artwork and bric-a-brac, but there’d be time for that later. Instead, I loaded up on items for the fridge and pantry, cruising a cute teen clerk in the Produce department just for fun. He knew exactly what I was doing and shot me a pearly toothed smile.
Then there was the problem of the swimming pool. Just outside the sliding patio doors in the “sunroom” was an expansive area fenced on all three sides with a kidney-shaped pool serving as its nucleus. It was a hot mess! Full of leaves from the tall trees which bordered the back of the property. And algae city! For this I needed professional assistance. Put an ad out on the local FB page, selected one with the best reviews and hired him. Nearly creamed my designer jeans (well, actually they were shorts---very short shorts. It’s hot as the pits of hades here in the summertime) when he came to inspect the situation. Nice looking guy of about six feet with dark blond hair and thick mustache, piercing blue eyes and a fit looking bod. His partner was a good deal younger, just as hot but with a lot of tattoos and piercings.
As it turned out, they were brothers. The younger was a wild one and had gotten himself into a bit of trouble with the law. Older bro had taken him under his wing in an attempt to straighten him out before that boy became bait for every horny convict in a jailhouse. They returned next day to begin work. Must have been one hundred degrees out there in no shade. To my delight they were stripped down to shorts in no time. Talk about temptation? I was frequently trotting out back in my sluttish Daisy Duke cut-offs with Iced Tea and, as the day wore on, beer.
The job required more than one day. I wasn’t the least bit upset about that. Other than an unappetizing green hue the pool was beginning to look good. They’d been working at it for about half an hour (with me peeking through the kitchen window and stroking my cock) when the younger one headed to the patio door. He knocked once and then let himself in as I scrambled to put my piece back in captivity. Encountering me in the kitchen he announced he had to take a piss. I knew he couldn’t have missed the outline of my hardon throbbing against the crotch of my too-tight cut-offs. I directed him to the bathroom. The kid didn’t even bother shutting the door behind him and I heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy stream hitting the water in the bowl. When I looked down I saw a wet spot where the head of my cock pulsed.
When he came prancing out I immediately noticed his shorts were still unzipped. Cockily standing before me he grabbed his bulge, squeezed and said, “Don’t think we don’t see you peepin’ at us. So, you wanna get fucked or what?”
My shorts (no undies) were down in a flash and I was holding onto the edges of the counter with my ass thrust back at him. I grunted when he shoved his dick into me, quickly discovering he had one more piercing. That kid rode me like a runaway train. And I loved every second of it. When he came he shouted out, held onto my hips and filled me up with sweet young cum. The sound of a clearing throat brought my attention to the doorway where big brother was leaning against the frame stoking his big one.
“What’d I tell you about fucking the customers?” he demanded, but not especially angrily. Next thing I knew he had taken his baby bro’s place and was heaving his thick meat in and out of my already warmed-up hole. To tell the truth, I couldn’t say one was better than the other. They both had a good family act going on. Eventually he came, growling and holding my ass flush against his groin as he seeded me. Afterwards, I contracted with them as my pool service techs. A once-a-week visit would get the pool cleaned and chemically treated. And I would get my hungry hole treated by whichever one was servicing the area that week.
As it turned out the young wild one was my pool boy the following week while his older brother attended to another customer. The kid wasted no time. He fucked me right out there on the diving board before he even attended to the pool. He was a bit rougher than I was used to, slapping my ass as he fucked it and leaving tell-tale welts. But I liked it. When he was finished vacuuming and adding chemicals, sans clothing, he stretched out in a lounge chair and had me suck him off. This time my hair got pulled and my face smacked as he thrust his fullness up into my gagging throat. Called me all sorts of vulgar names as I gave him a superior blow job and blasted a super-tasty load which I eagerly scarfed down.
A couple days later I was lounging out back in the buff, getting a nice all-over tan and listening to tunes through my buds. Wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was a comfortable eighty-something degrees. The sun’s rays felt awesome on my firm ass cheeks. Couldn’t do this kind of stuff in the back yard back home, only at the nude beach which was a short distance away. I was comfortably laying there on my belly, my hard dick poking through the latticework of the lounge as I thought about next week’s visit from the pool men. While I enjoyed the aggressiveness of the younger one, I was sort of hoping next week’s tech would be the brother. I hadn’t had a chance to suck his dick yet and was horned up thinking about it. Of course, the ultimate would have been if they showed up as a team, the young one pounding my puss as the older one fucked my tonsils. My dick was throbbing down below as I envisioned the lurid scenario. I started grinding myself against the lounge, my dick moving in and out of the space created by the crossing straps of the chair’s lattice. My ass began to rise and fall as I more determinedly fucked the makeshift glory hole.
I heard a shrill whistle. Was it an audio effect in the dance tune playing in my ears? There it was again. Confused, I ceased my chair humping and lifted on my forearms to look around me. As my attention shifted to the back fence I froze. Standing there with a sly smile on his face, leaning on his thick and hairy forearms across the back fence was the neighbor from across the street. An older guy, married with adult children, probably mid to late fifties. Name was Huck (not sure if that was his birth name or a nick). Not a tall guy, maybe five-nine or ten, but with big arms and a bull’s neck. And a beer drinker’s belly. His face was creased and read like a road map but the eyes set therein sparkled like two jewels. I had been fairly certain that the too-brown-for-his-age hair atop his head was a toup, especially since the fur going down the back of his scruffy neck was gray-to-white.
When I met him out by the mailbox, shortly after moving in, I knew instantly that he was a homegrown Southern boy. It was all there in that dialect. We’d only talked briefly, him offering condolences over my grandparents and me telling of my intent to take over their home. His grip when he shook my hand was extremely firm, his warm skin rough and calloused. This was a guy who either was, or had once been, a blue-collar laborer. A real man, capital M.A.N. When I turned away to head back to the house, I was sprouting a hardon under my, thankfully, baggy shorts. Barely made it in the door before they were down, the junk mail scattered about on the floor, and I was flogging my dick while fantasizing having that “good ole boy” atop me. Told you I had a thing for older dudes. Now I had one right across the street. (As it turned out, there were quite a few. This was, after all, mostly a fifty-five and older community.)
Now I had been caught red-faced (and not from the sun) with my hard dick dripping beneath the lounge and my bare ass there for his amused eyes. As I said earlier, the property backed up on wetlands. There was much foliage and tall trees, which provided utmost privacy. I would not have been out there as I was, otherwise. Well, maybe not. The fence on both sides was tall and bordered by even taller bushes from the outside, providing utmost seclusion. The lengthy back, however, was only four feet of crisscrossing lattice between evenly spaced posts. Anyone walking back there had a clear view of the pool area. With the neighboring back yards on both sides thoroughly fenced-in I hadn’t a reason to think anyone would be wandering back there.
Trapped in a compromising position what else was I to do but rise up on my elbows, pull out the buds and say, “Hey, neighbor!”
He was grinning with amusement. “Looks like you’re enjoyin’ the day, son.”
Son? Oh, fuck yeah. My dick pulsed. “Sure am. Wasn’t expecting anyone to be roaming around back there.”
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he replied. No he wasn’t. “Rang your bell a couple times, saw your car in the garage so I took a chance you might be back here.”
That heavy Southern accent was making my ass lips tingle. I hoped he could see that. Those mischievous eyes of his were definitely roaming. “Something I can help you with?” I asked suggestively, no longer embarrassed by my nudity, and hoping my neighbor-man would poke his cock through the fence and say yes.
“See you got pool help,” he said. Boy, do I ever, I thought.
”Sure do,” I replied. “Don’t know much about pool maintenance so I had to hire a professional.” Pros, hot and hunky and with dicks to die for.
“If I’da known I coulda helped you with that,” he went on. “Got one of my own.”
There is something else you can help me out with. This dick of mine, the head scraping the ground beneath and the itch up my ass. But instead, “Gee, thanks. That’s mighty neighborly of you.”
“You notice the grass been fresh cut? “In fact, I had wondered about that. “I been doin’ it since your Grandpa died. Kinda a favor to your Grandma. She was a nice lady.”
“She was a sweetheart,” I agreed. I was itching to wrap my fist around my cock and beat off. Here we were, me nude and hard, having this casual conversation.
Almost sheepishly, he continued, “I’d be willin’ to keep doin’ it for ya if’n you want. I got me a ridin’ mower. I do a few of the neighborhood yards around here.”
“That would be great!” I replied enthusiastically. “How much do you charge?”
“Well now,” he said, looking down bashfully, “I’m sure we could work somethin’ out.”
Boldly I said, “Why don’t you come back here and we can, ahem, discuss it?”
Excitement flared in those sparkling eyes. I fearlessly rose from the lounge and, my raging hardon leading the way, went over to the gate at the side and flipped the latch, permitting him entrance. I’d never seen an aging man move as fast as he did. He stepped through the entrance wearing baggy worn jeans, a loose t-shirt and sockless loafers on his feet. I quickly shut and latched the gate behind him. He stood there before me with a nervous smile on his heavily lined face. My hand quickly reached out and latched onto his crotch. Boy, I hoped I was reading him right. Sure enough, he had a hard mound there. I squeezed and watched beads of sweat pop out on his high brow. And it wasn’t just from the sun.
“Well, hel-lo neighbor,” I chimed. “Nice to meet ya.”
“Likewise,” he gushed almost timidly, his breath smelling of coffee. As I reached for his zipper, I took one of his paws in my other and wrapped it around my hard dick. At first he resisted but curiosity, I guess, got the better of him. His calloused hand wrapped around my dick and, with my coaxing, began stroking. “I ain’t no queer,” he announced. “It got me a wife of nigh onto near forty years.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I reassured him. “I’m queer enough for the both of us.”
“I-I wasn’t sure,” he stammered. “You don’t seem like one of them there fairies.” Fairies? Boy, was this guy ever backwoods and old school.
“We come in all shapes and sizes,” I told him. Speaking of shapes and sizes, the pecker I’d flushed from his fly was fairly impressive. His Daddy dong was a solid eight, I figured, and quite thick, indeed. Those nasty veins haphazardly rising from the hairy base were visibly pulsating with hot blood. His dickhead was fat, blunt tipped and leaking. Whether it was pre-cum or piss, I wasn’t exactly sure. I’d learned long ago that old guys sometimes had pee control issues. Not that I cared. I can be a piss pig for the right guy.
I clutched the shaft and ran my thumb over the piss slit. He grumbled and more fluid drooled from the gaping lips. Although I already knew it wasn’t urine, I brought my digit to my mouth for a taste of his juice. He grunted again at my ribald display. My hand took hold again and ran that cock from the head down to those silver-grey coated balls. His calloused paw was still on my stiffie and he was slowly whacking it as if it was his own. His hand was strong and sure, the fingers like sausages. His brawny forearms were thick and corded.
Running my free hand up under his t-shirt I felt what once must have been a rugged chest. His meaty pectorals were coated with fuzz and his nipples were quite large and rigid. I took one between my fingers and squeezed, eliciting another deep groan from the Silverdad.
“You’re in good shape for a guy your age,” I acknowledged. He proceeded to tell me he had worked his father’s farm from a young age and then took it over after his Pa was gone. Apparently, they had a huge spread with fields of wheat and corn which the family cultivated and sold at the market. When bailing straw and hay he became adept at using hooks to lift and carry the bail. All this work had built him a strong upper body. Working most of his life outdoors under a blazing sun also explained his deeply grooved leathery face.
Unfortunately, the day of the farmer had long passed and times became tough. His young son and daughter had no interest in farming and it was becoming expensive to hire on help. He contemplated a land developer’s lucrative offer for a long while before accepting. It saddened him to let it go, but if he held on much longer the county would have taken it over. The deal was sweet. If he played his cards right, he would never have to work again. The farmland, now a major housing development, was only a few miles away from where we now stood. He took a drive out there every once in a while to sit and reminisce, saddened by the loss but fortunate he had gotten out when he did.
To tell you the truth, I really didn’t care about any of this. At the moment all I wanted was his cock inside me. He was ramrod stiff, pulsing like a motherfucker and seemed ready to shoot.
“Seems like your old cock-a-doodle-doo hasn’t had much attention lately,” I remarked.
“Onliest time I fuck my wife is when the lights are out and she’s on her side. And that’s maybe two, three times a year,” he confessed, releasing my dick. “Since she went through her changes, she don’t wanna no more. And she’s gotten so fat and gawt damned ugly it’s hard even gettin’ it up fer her.” I had seen the beast; he wasn’t lying. Such a shame, I thought. Even with that cheesy toupee he was a stud.
Figuring he might as well be as stripped down as me I hastily lifted his “t” over his head and flung it aside. Letting go of his dick I slapped my hands against his pecs, kneaded the flesh and taunted the nips. “You’re a real catch, Huck. Any woman would be glad to be fucked by a guy like you. And some of us guys.” Old Huck got a pleased look on his lined face and puffed up his chest proudly, an action which made his buds even fuller. I dove in for a taste, swirling my tongue around one teat and then the other. As I sucked and chewed on the meat Huck’s big hands came behind my head and held me in place.
“Dayum, I ain’t never had nobody do that to me before,” he gushed huskily. “That feels good.”
I paused long enough to abandon the tit, only momentarily, to look up at him. “That’s because you’ve never had a man at your service. Believe me, neighbor, you’re going to wish you’d tried it sooner.”
I resumed milking his teats, making them stand out nice and puffy. They’d stay that way for days, making him hard every time they brushed against his shirt. My tongue glided up over his chest to his arm pit. I burrowed under his arm and, understanding, he lifted the limb giving me free access. As I cleaned out the funky pit he actually sighed. Boy, this old guy had become like putty in my hands. His sow of a wife was going to get exactly what she wanted: he’d never need to fuck her again with me living in the neighborhood.
I went from one pit to the other, avoiding his lips on my trek across his chest. I figured it was too soon for him to mug it up with another dude. Another time. I licked hell out of that pit, too, leaving it dripping in saliva before running my tongue straight down the middle of his chest, his hairs tickling my licker. Over the mound of his belly, swirling around and into his navel, and further downward I went. Yanking his pants and boxers all the way down as I got to my knees, I took him from behind the haunches while his dick was directly in front of me.
Because I could feel his legs quivering, I suggested we move over to a lounge chair. He hobbled over with pants around his ankles and laid across the one I had been earlier fucking. I stripped him of sneakers, socks, pants and underwear so he was now as nude as me. Standing before him I stroked my cock as I feasted on him with my eyes. For an old dude he wasn’t bad. Not bad, at all. Oh sure, there were some tell-tale signs. Places where the skin was a bit lax, age-related thickness to his frame, the white-grey hairs on his body, the obvious toup, but he still looked like a buffet to me. I actually smacked my lips before I attacked.
Crawling up between his spread legs I reached out for his pecker. Using the flat of my palm I pressed it back against his protruding belly and went for his nuts. The thick vein on the underside of his prick pulsed against my palm with unbridled expectation. When I sucked one sweaty, hairy ball into my mouth he groaned. When I sucked the other one in, running my tongue along the crease between them, he emitted a sexy Southern moan. His nuts were a mouthful, for sure, and ripe after being confined during the afternoon heat. I licked, sucked and chewed on that bag while his cock fought against my hand restraint. I felt his free-flowing pre-cum leaking over my hand. This good ole’ boy was all mine.
He probably thought he was finally going to get blown when I freed his aching nuts. But I wasn’t finished exploring yet. Still holding his cock captive under one hand I pushed his nuts up and out of the way with the other, exposing the highway to glory. Old Huck squirmed and grumbled as my tongue slapped wetly over his tasty taint. Each time my long tongue slithered through the secret spot his entire body jumped. It was sticky and tart but tasted all male. When the tip of my licker touched the wrinkled lips of his hole I thought he was going to rocket off that chaise lounge. I zeroed in on that steamy Southern hole, quick flicking the rubbery ring and willing it to open for me. It was fairly obvious Big Bertha, nor anyone else, had ever sampled his hetero shitter and I was fully committed to showing him what he’d been missing while keeping himself for the so-called fairer sex.
Kept on working to relax those tight lips before finally digging my way inside. His sphincter fought, but I’m a persistent ass eater. His ass flesh quivered when I slipped into that tight hole. As my tongue slithered around inside his lower extremities, I glanced up to see him there in apparent ecstasy, the front of one husky forearm across his brow as if shielding himself from the sun and a constant low wail escaping from his open mouth. I locked my lips around his grasping hole and noisily sucked while I tongue-fucked his grasping ass. He was sizzling like country fried sausage on a skillet, his deep-throated moans of pleasure music to my ears.
That cock of his was growing harder to contain so I slipped my tongue from his grasping hole, dropped his balls and released the monster. It slapped up in the air, spraying my face with beads of pre-cum. My tongue flattened against the base of his throbbing member and I worked my way upward, exploring every veined contour of his meat. At the crest I swirled around his heavily leaking cockhead, tasting the flowing man juice. In my experience older guys didn’t normally secrete as much, but my neighbor Huck was flowing heavy. I grabbed for his balls, squeezed and dragged them downward between his thighs. The effect was Huck’s prick standing more upright. I took him in my mouth and then deeper, deeper into my throat.
Took me a few years to perfect this feat, but by now I’m a pro at it. Practiced first on a big fat, foot long cucumber until I was eating the entire thing. Was jonesing to try It on the real thing for the longest until finally, one night at the holes at the dirty bookstore in the city a monster came through the opening. I showed him my practiced accomplishment. Just like I was now doing to old Huck. My good neighbor was maybe four inches shy of a foot, but eight inches is eight inches. It fit comfortably in my gullet. The rock-hard shaft was dancing in my throat as I purposely hummed around it. Huck was a-buckin’ like a rodeo rider. Guess he never got full-throated before, either. Poor old guy. Welp, goes to show you. You’re never too old for new experiences.
His hips were thrusting up against me, fucking his unit inside the hot, wet confines of my face hole. I let him go for it; I’m easy that way. Only thing is, I didn’t want him cumming quite yet. I wasn’t done with his training. It wasn’t easy but I managed to hold his hips down while his cock flexed in my windpipe and my lips chewed on his hairy root. Finally, and steadily, I came up off him, my tongue pressed against the thick underside, until it popped from my mouth. I gave the head one more teasing swipe before rising.
The look of disappointment in him was endearing. But he had nothing to fret over. Turning to face away from him I straddled the lounge and deliberately lowered my ass to his crotch. Not dumb at all, Huck caught on right away and held his old Johnson steady by the base. The sticky head touched my hole and I pushed downward. It was an easy fit. I’d practiced there with the cuke, as well. Many times behind my locked bedroom door. Surprising that Mom never wondered where the cukes and zucchini had gone to.
Every inch of that straight neighbor’s dick felt amazing as I sat down on it. I wriggled my butt from side to side, front to back and worked it in until all eight were up my puss. With my glutes pressed firmly against his groin I used my inner muscles to sluttishly squeeze the buried cock. Although I trained my hole with produce, I knew it to be pleasingly tight. Glancing over my shoulder I observed the look of wonder on Huck’s weathered face. His wife’s fat, sloppy cunt was no match for my male pussy. His dick probably hadn’t been in anything this taut in years.
With a satisfied smile, confident this man was in my control, I slowly pulled off. I was still closely watching the object of my conquest. Huck’s glazed eyes were on my hungry hole, observing as it released his cock. My ass lips fluttered around the rim of his cockhead before I pushed down to the root again. I was certain I heard a husky sigh as he was once again buried in my moist warmth. This time I didn’t’ hesitate, immediately rising up only to glide down again. I was taking my time fucking myself on his rigid staff. It had been a while for me, although probably not as long as for this stud. Although it was a challenge not to go wild on his cock, I wanted him to enjoy it every bit as much as myself.
Down again, grinding myself on his crotch before once more beginning the ascent I looked back again and saw a man in utter bliss. “You likin’ that boy pussy, neighbor?” I asked, already confident of the answer. (Okay, so at twenty-five I’m no longer a “boy”, but to this guy I might as well have been.)
“Fuck, yeah!” he managed, his eyes locked on the point of contact. “Tight fuckin’ pussy.”
“It’s all yours, neighbor,” I assured him as I worked myself up and down the slick shaft. What the heck, I needed a fuck buddy and was into older guys. Perfect match.
I had deliberately positioned myself facing away from him, figuring it might be a bit much for him to see my happy staff as I rode him. Now was not the best time to potentially cream his face when I blasted off. There was time for that later. He was retired and home all day while his bitch worked. One day soon I’d have him atop me, doing all the work. In the throes of passion I’d “accidentally” whip off that cheap toupee, and then rub his bald head like a fortune teller’s crystal ball. I was sure he would look older without it but, for me, the older the better.
As passion consumed me, I began rising and falling with ever increasing speed until I was literally sailing over his dick. His coarse hands were now holding me by the hips. His moans were constant. I half expected one of my side-yard neighbors to trek back along the low fence to see what was happening. Boy, what a sight they would behold! At this point I was far enough gone that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. Doubted old Huck could either.
Damn, I loved the way that cock felt spreading my ass walls, taunting my inner button and filling my starved hole. I was panting like a motherfucker, sweating like a dog in the sun and literally throwing myself down on that fat dick. I was beyond carried away. My head was lolling about on my shoulders, my tongue hung from a corner of my mouth and my eyes were rolling around in their sockets. I couldn’t take much more. I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to. But I had gone too far.
Just then I felt Huck’s cock expand even wider. Chancing another look I saw him grinding his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and stiffening. His tits were so rigid they looked like they might pop right off his chest. Perhaps he might even flip his wig. With a deep, manly bellow he thrust his crotch up into me and began firing. For an old guy, Huck came an awful lot. Surge after surge hosed down my insides with his cock throbbing against my prostate. All of a sudden I was panting, too. I swear I saw stars, or something like it, as thick gooey cream blasted from my cock to shoot clear across the chaise and seed the grass below. I don’t think I’d ever cum as much. Doubted Huck had shot that big a load in years, either.
There under the bright sun in the great wide open I milked his cock of every last drop, grateful to be seeded by this hot older man. It took us both a while to come down. I guess me on top of him, still working him with my twat muscles, kept us both in the throes of lust. When I was finally able to catch my breath I slid off his pussy pleaser, turned to offer him a hand and helped him up from the lounge. There was a look of contentment on his face as well as a trace of shyness. Old fuck couldn’t believe another guy had gotten him off so well. Taking hold of his half-hard dick I squeezed and fondled. I’ll be damned if it didn’t begin stiffening again.
“Thanks for welcoming me to the neighborhood,” I seductively said. “Looks like we’re going to be the best of buds.” He grinned somewhat sheepishly. Buck was as drenched in perspiration as I, so I led him by his cock to the pool stairs. While I immersed myself he went in waist deep, dropped down to his shoulders and used his hands to splash water on his sweat-sheened face. I know, the toupee. I’d break him of that. Before long he’d be tossing it in the trash.
If Huck was a representative of the over fifty-five crowd in this development I knew I’d be getting the folks to sign their property over to me in no time.
