OLD FOLK’S HOME
By
Little Dan
I was sixty-five years old, when my wife, Mary, died.
She’d been sick for some time so we hadn’t had sex for a
couple of years. And, it’s funny, but I didn’t even miss
it. Maybe I’m getting old. And Mary hadn’t been looking so
great. I mean she wasn’t attractive to me anymore, so I was
just as happy that my sex life had come to a close. I tell
this to people and they laugh at me, because I look much
younger than my age. Everyone says I could pass for forty-
five. My hair is still full and black. Yeah, there are a
couple of grey hairs next to my ears, but otherwise not. I
don’t have a lot of wrinkles, and my body is still fairly
firm. Hey, I’m not a twenty-year old kid, but for sixty-
five, really not too bad
The only thing was that after the funeral, I started
losing weight, and not shaving every-day, and all that. I
guess I’m not that good at taking care of myself. I’ve
always had a woman to cook for me, and tell me to spruce up
and everything. First my mother, then my wife. I never had
to do anything for myself. My son, Michael, was getting very
concerned about me.
“Dad. This is no good. You’re not taking care of
yourself,” he said. “I’m really worried about you.”
“Don’t be silly, Michael. I’ll be just fine,” I
answered.
“No. You won’t be. I can see what’s happening
here,” he said. “Gloria and I have discussed it, and we
think you should come and live with us.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “You two kids have your
own lives. You don’t need an old guy like me around the
house all the time.”
“Yes, we do,” he insisted. “We’ve talked it over
and we want you to come and live with us. We insist.”
The two of them wouldn’t leave me in peace until I
agreed to move into their house. They had a large guest
room with a big double bed, and they put me in there. They
had no children, so when they both went to work after
breakfast I was alone in the house all day. Just like I had
been in my own house. But Gloria, at least, cooked all the
meals, and left me lunch and made sure I was properly
dressed and groomed every day. This went on for a few
months, and everything was all right. But then I could see
that Gloria was getting edgy. She would snap at me for no
reason. I didn’t know what was going on. Then one night,
I overheard a loudly whispered conversation coming from
their bedroom.
Gloria: This is not a hotel, and we’re not made
of money. Everybody has to pull their own weight around
here.
Michael: But, Gloria. He’s an old man. He’s
retired. You knew all this before. Why didn’t you say
something then?
Gloria: I thought I could put up with it, but I
can’t. This is no good. He’s got to contribute.
Michael: But what can he do at his age?
Gloria: I’ll tell you what he can do…..
And then the voices got very low and I couldn’t
hear anything else. I wondered what they had in mind for
me. I knew when they asked me that I shouldn’t have come.
I should have stuck to my guns. I was so upset that I had a
lot of trouble falling asleep that night.
They never said anything to me at all, but a couple
of nights later Gloria made some coffee after dinner. I
saw something funny. “What kind of powder did you put into
my coffee, Gloria?”
“No powder, dad. That was sugar.” she answered.
“I usually put in my own sugar,” I said
“Well tonight I did it for you. Am I such a
terrible daughter-in-law?”
We both laughed as I drank my coffee. About a
half hour later I started feeling very sleepy. I started to
yawn.
“What’s wrong, dad?” Michael asked.
“I don’t know. I’m just so sleepy,” I answered.
“Maybe you should go up to bed and get a good
night’s sleep,” Gloria suggested. I didn’t want to go to
bed yet. It was way too early, but I was soooo sleepy. I
shook my head trying to shake that drowsy feeling away, but
it wouldn’t go. I tried to stand up and I started wobbling
on my feet. I almost fell.
“Hey, dad. Be careful,” Michael said. “Come on.
We’re going to take you up to bed. Just lean on me.” They
got on each side of me, and with a little difficulty they
got me up the stairs and into my bedroom.
“I’ll take his clothes off and put him in bed,”
Michael said. Gloria nodded and left the room. Michael
sat me on the bed and began stripping my garments off me.
Every few seconds I started to slide over onto the bed and
he’d have to straighten me up to get my undershirt over my
head. Finally he was finished, and I drooped down again.
This time Michael laid me out carefully in the middle of the
bed. I was lying on my stomach and my rear end was in the
air. I was practically asleep. I think I was even snoring
a little. I think Michael thought I was asleep, but in
this deep stupor, I could still hear, and I had a vague idea
what was happening. I was waiting for Michael to throw a
blanket over my body. But it never happened.
“Is he ready?” she asked.
“There are some things I want to do first,” he
answered.
“But company is coming in a half hour,” she
complained.
“There are some things. I have to do first. I want
to make sure he doesn’t get hurt. He’s my father, for
Christ’s sake. Do you mind?”
“Do whatever you have to do,” she said in a resigned
but annoyed tone.
“He looks pretty good for his age, don’t you think?”
“I suppose so,” she answered.
“His ass is still pretty round and firm, not all saggy
like most guys his age.”
“You want to try it?” she asked.
“Don’t get funny, bitch,” he snapped.
“I’ll be in the bedroom,” she said and I heard her
walking down the hall. I heard Michael go out of the room
and then come back in with a crinkly paper bag. I felt the
mattress sag a little as he sat on the edge of the bed, and
began to take things out of that bag. I didn’t know what
was happening, really. I was practically asleep. My eyes
were closed and I was breathing evenly and deeply. I felt
his hand go down to my rear end, and it felt like he was
slipping a finger inside, except the finger felt very cool
and slippery. He kept working his finger in and out, and it
was like all the time there was more and more slippery goo
going into me. But that was ridiculous. Why would my son
be doing that, I must be dreaming this, I thought. It
could have been a dream, it was starting to feel sooo good.
It had to be a dream. Then the finger felt like it was
bigger, or maybe it was two fingers in my butt. But that’s
crazy. Why would my son be putting his fingers into his
father’s ass That just wouldn’t be right. I must be
asleep. But, oh, it was feeling nice. Then it felt like
there were three and after that even four fingers in there,
working in and out, bending, twisting, kind of stretching my
little asshole. I heard him rummage around in the bag for
something, and a few seconds later I felt this big hard
thing---it felt like plastic. First it played along my
cheeks, then my ass lips, and little by little it was
feeding inside my body. Wow. What a crazy dream. In my
sleep I was getting turned on and wanted to hunch my ass
around the intruding instrument and pull it deeper into my
body. This was going on and on, and I was just lying
there, semi-asleep, just enjoying it for all I was worth.
I heard the doorbell ring downstairs, and then Gloria was
going down. This must be the company she had mentioned a
while ago.
A couple of minutes later I heard two sets of feet
climbing the stairs, and then Gloria and a man were at the
door of the room.
“There he is,” Gloria said. “All yours.”
“Not so fast,” Michael said. I felt him get up from
the side of the bed. “ You have the money?” He asked.
“I got it,” the man answered.
“Give it to me,” Michael said. I heard the
crinkle of paper money. Michael must be counting it, I
thought.
“I wouldn’t be doing this, you know, except my
wife is visiting her grandmother in Florida for two months,
and I’m really hard up. I just gotta get off.” The man
said.
“I understand perfectly,” Michael answered. “And we’re
delighted that we could be of help to you in your current
situation. In fact, any time you want to come back would be
fine.”
“I’m going to my room,” Gloria said.
“I’m staying here,” Michael said to her.
I heard the guy sputter a little. He was
flustered. “You mean you’re gonna watch me?” the guy asked
Michael. “I don’t want that.”
“Tough,” Michael answered. “That’s my father over
there and I’m staying right here to make sure he doesn’t get
hurt or anything. Now, get going. You don’t have all
night. I heard the sound of clothing coming off, and then
the naked man climbed on the bed and sat on my legs. I
felt a motion, and heard a slappy sound, and I think the guy
was working on his equipment, trying to get it hard, It
still hadn’t occurred to me why he would want to get it
hard. I heard Michael approach the bed.
“Here. Put some of this on it. Make it real slippery.”
The man seemed to be following Michael’s instructions, and
in a few minutes I felt a large fleshy stick moving around
the edges of my rectum. And then it went inside. It went
in pretty easily, I guess, after all the playing around
Michael had done in that location. I felt a long, long
thing easing into my behind. And then I felt the man’s
chest lying on top of my back. I could feel movements he
was making in his pelvic area, which seemed to have the
effect of massaging my whole insides. It felt really,
really good. How come in all these years I had never tried
anything like this? What a fool I was. I could have lived
and died never knowing this glorious wonderful feeling
inside me. Even though I was pretty passed out I tried to
scrunch my ass cheeks a little to grasp that marvelous cock
as tightly as I could.
“Oh, this is great,” he uttered. “So warm, so
smooth, and it’s holding me tighter than my wife’s pussy.
Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Take it, baby. Take it.” He started
raising his hips higher and plunging into me harder and
deeper, and if I had only been awake I would have screamed
out with pleasure. But asleep, as I was, I had to enjoy it
silently. I felt that long thick cock in my ass actually
start to swell as his movements became jerky and erratic,
and then I felt a flood of hot liquid gushing up my ass
spurt after spurt after spurt. The guy was actually
yelling, “Yes. Take it cunt. Take my hot load up your
tight sweet ass.” He was lying on my chest again and I
could feel his heart pounding. Then as his heart started
slowing I could feel the flesh tube in my rectum ease out.
He got off the bed, and he and Michael were talking but I
don’t know what they were saying, and then I think I went
out totally. Because the next thing I knew it was the next
morning, and I knew something had happened, but I wasn’t
sure exactly what. I didn’t have my pajamas on. That was
strange. I found my pajama bottoms and pulled them on
before walking down the hall to the bathroom. I was in the
middle of brushing my teeth when I felt I had to go, so I
sat down on the toilet. There was this strange wet noise
and I felt a gallon of liquid pour out of my ass. It was
clear colored. I wondered what that could be. Did I eat
something that didn’t agree with me last night? I shrugged
my shoulders and went back to brushing my teeth. We had
breakfast and the two of them left for work the same as
usual. I knocked around all day, the same as usual.
Nothing different, except my ass felt a little itchy. Maybe
it had something to do with that liquid I had expelled.
The kids came home and we had dinner and coffee just
like always. And damn it, if I didn’t start getting really
sleepy again. They helped me up the stairs like they had
the night before, and little bits and pieces of memory were
starting to come back to me, when Michael stripped me naked,
positioned me face down in the center of the bed, and began
to feed slippery stuff inside my hole. Yeah, this is what
happened last night, I thought. But I couldn’t remember
what came after the slippery stuff.
A while later the doorbell rang, and Gloria
brought someone to my room.
I could feel someone towering over my bed, saying
to Michael “Herman, my friend, who was here last night said
it was just great. He said it was something I shouldn’t
miss.” If I had been more awake I would have felt
flattered.
Again, I heard money changing hands and knew that
the fellow was denuding himself before climbing on top of
me. “Man, oh man” he said. “What a nice little ass. And
he’s asleep. He won’t disturb me in any way while I’m
getting my rocks off in him. I should put my wife to sleep.
‘Do this. Do that.’ Fuck her. I wanna do what I fucking
wanna do.”
I heard Michael making sure the guy was well
lubricated, and then the guy stretched out, grabbed it with
his hand and slowly started feeding it into me. Oh, yeah.
This guy was a lot bigger than Herman the one who had fucked
me last night, but it was great. It didn’t bounce around in
my ass at all. It didn’t stab into the walls. It just
totally and completely filled my whole cavity. Oh, yes. Do
it man. Do it.
When it was over, when the big guy had emptied his
balls into my tight end, and while he was getting dressed I
went out completely again, but the next morning when I woke
up I had a little bit more of an idea what was happening in
that house. I sat on the toilet and expelled another
gigantic load of cum into the bowl, wiped myself and then
showered and brushed my teeth.
Even though I was now aware of what was going on
every single night, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything
to Michael or Gloria. It was just too embarrassing. And
besides I wasn’t unhappy with it or anything. Gloria
started cheering up too. She was buying all kinds of new
things for the house, and new clothes which she modeled for
me. It was nice to see her so happy, and also to know deep
inside that I really wasn’t such a burden any more. I was
paying my own way now, just like she had wanted.
The only thing is I would like to have been awake
during all this. To really enjoy it. To work my ass around
every guy’s dick. That’s what I wanted. Finally one
night, when they handed me my cup of coffee, I sat it down
on the table.
“Look, Michael,” I said. “I know what’s been going
on. No more.”
“Dad,” he protested.
“No more.”
“But dad. We have company coming over later.”
“That’s okay, Michael. That part is okay. But no more
pills and no more powders. I want to be awake not passed
out.”
“Are you sure, dad?” he asked, not really
believing me.
“Yes. I’m sure,” I said. “I’ll do what you want
upstairs but I want to be conscious.”
“Okay, dad. If that’s what you want.” He didn’t
sound so sure, but I hugged him and told him it was all
right.
That night I walked up the stairs myself, got
undressed myself and after getting some slippery goo inside
me, I lay down right in the center of the bed with my arms
and legs outstretched, and my eyes closed, resting, as I
waited for my gentleman caller.
A little while later he came. His name was Frank
and he was about forty-five years old. Big and stocky with
jet black hair, blue eyes and a handsome face. I knew that
when he climbed on top of me, he would be bigger than me in
every direction, plus heavier too. But I was getting to
like weight on top of me. Michael was hanging around near
the doorway of my room. “That’s okay, Michael. You can go
now. And shut the door, please.”
“Are you sure, dad? You sure you’re gonna be all
right.”
“I’ll be just fine. Frank here is going to take
good care of me. Aren’t you, Frank?”
“I sure am,” he answered. Michael gave a little shrug
and left Frank and me alone in the room.
“Get undressed, Frank,” I said. He started disrobing
and I turned around and lay on my belly again, watching him
over my shoulder.
“This is so great to find you,” he said. “ I love
ass. I just love ass, and that bitchy wife of mine won’t
take it. She keeps making me shove it in her floppy cunt.
We’ve had three kids. You can’t even feel anything in there
any more. It’s like fucking a life preserver,”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Hell. It’s not your fault. You’re the guy who’s
gonna make it up to me. I’m going drop my load inside your
hot little ass. Right?”
“Right. Just put on some of that slippery stuff
in that tube on the dresser and climb aboard” He put on the
goo and got on the bed, planting his large thighs on either
side of my own. Then he just flopped down on top of me,
Almost knocking the breath out of me as he squeezed my body
in his powerful arms. He was moving his lower torso around,
letting his cock rub all over my ass. Then he put one hand
down and grabbed it, to get it through the little opening.
Just like threading a needle. Finally he had the whole
sweet thing inside me and he started moving his ass around,
just enjoying the feel of the whole thing. Then he would
fuck a little. In, Out. In, Out. Then he would grind
around a little more. Then he pressed my ass cheeks
together around his cock as he hammered up and down. All
of a sudden he took it out and I couldn’t imagine what I had
done wrong. But then he flipped me over on my back and
pulled my legs up over his shoulders and crouched over me
like a tiger. He stuck it back inside me and I looked into
his handsome face, into his handsome eyes as he worked it
back and forth. This was a whole new thing for me. Facing
my fucker. His dick was going even deeper this way. It was
wonderful. Wonderful. He pulled my hips up into his as he
plowed me, and his big balls clacked against my own more
modest ones. Then He leaned his head down, and we kissed
while he was fucking me. We actually kissed. I could feel
his whole tongue work its way into my mouth and slurp
around, as I sucked on it. And all the time his hips were
banging against mine as his cock went deep into my asshole,
rubbing my sensitive passages into a frenzy of delight.
Wonderful. Wonderful. If only this could last forever,
but already I knew it couldn’t as I felt his giant dick
swell inside me and pour shot after shot of burning glop way
way into me.
“Oh, baby,” he breathed. “That was just great. I
wish I could come over here every night, but it’s so fucking
expensive.” I was dying to ask how much it was but I
couldn’t get up the nerve. I also was wishing Frank could
come over and fuck me every night. I was going to have try
to speak to Michael about making a special deal for Frank
or making him an annual club member or something.
“I’ll talk to my son,” I said. “Maybe I can get him
to give you a special deal.”
“That would be terrific,” he said as he was getting
dressed. “My schlong feels right at home in that sweet
little ass pussy of yours. It’s so fucking comfortable.
Tailor made. Made to fit.”
The next morning I spoke to Michael about a special
arrangement for Frank, but he wouldn’t go along. I was
really disappointed. But there was always fresh meat for
me. Every night. Some of it okay, and some of it
magnificent. I meandered around the empty house, all day
every day, waiting for the evening to come with my special
cylindrical shaped treat of one size or another, Always
hot, pulsing and alive. And I was alive now, alive as I had
never been before in all of my sixty-five years. Life was
really great.
One night after my guy had gone home, I heard a
shouting match in Michael and Gloria’s bedroom. Screaming
and yelling, like I had never heard before. A few minutes
later Michael opens the door of my room and comes in. “Are
you awake, dad?” he asks.
“I’m awake. I heard quite a commotion in there.”
“Yeah. We had a little fight. Do you mind if I bunk
in here with you tonight, Dad?”
“No, son, that’s fine. I don’t mind. You take that
side,” I said patting the left side of the bed.
“Thanks, dad. You’re a sport.” He climbed into the
bed, and we settled down. I was trying to drift off to
sleep but he was heaving this way and heaving that way. It
was really annoying.
“What’s wrong, son. Can’t you sleep?” I asked.
“Sorry dad, but I can never fall asleep until I get my
nut.”
“Your nut?” I asked naively
“Yeah. That means get my rocks off.”
“Oh,” I said. “Do you want to jerk off. Go right
ahead. I won’t even look.”
“Dad,” he complained. “I haven’t jacked off since I
was fifteen. Haven’t had to,”
“So what were you thinking?” I asked. “Did you want
to fuck me?”
“Well that would be great if you wouldn’t mind. I
mean, it’s not like you haven’t had hundreds of cocks up
there, so what’s one more. Right?”
“Right, son. That sounds good to me.” He took off
his pajamas and knelt on the bed, looming over me, but he
was straddling my chest.
“Move down my body, son.”
He stammered, trying to find the right words. “Dad,”
he said. “Would you mind terribly giving me a little head
first?”
“Head. What’s head?”
“A blow job.” I guess I still look puzzled because he
continued “A blow job. You let me put my cock in your
mouth, and you suck on it.”
“Oh, really? Okay. I never tried that.”
He crawled up higher on my chest and placed his very
large penis (larger than his father’s) on my top lip. I
opened my mouth and he slid the thing into it. Over my
tongue, back, back. Oh, wow. This was interesting. An
interesting taste, but nice. I ran my tongue all around it
and then closed my mouth and tried to make a nice suction
for my son. My own little boy. He moved his ass up and
down feeding his prong into his own daddy’s mouth, as his
daddy deliriously sucked away, savoring all the pre-cum
fluids pouring over his tongue and down his throat. Oh, my
boy. My own little boy, I thought. And with such a nice
big juicy pud.
Then he pulled it out of my mouth. “That was great,
dad.” I really enjoyed that. Now let’s get serious.” He
moved down and placed his legs over my shoulders. He
reached for the slippery stuff on the end table, and applied
it generously all over his dick, and then eased down sliding
the delicious flesh up the passage until our balls locked
together. “Oh, yes,” I moaned. Oh, yes. Fuck your daddy.
Fuck your daddy’s pussy, my precious angel.”
“Oh yeah, dad. Oh yeah. This is so nice. You don’t
know how nice this is.”
“Yes, I do,” I countered. “It’s that way for me too.”
and with that I lifted my legs off his shoulders and wound
them around his waist, practically locking my ankles
together. I had both hands on his ass, forcing him into me
as deep as he could possible go. “If only it could get up
to my belly button. How great would that be?” I wondered.
He leaned down and he pressed his open lips against my open
lips and we kissed and sucked tongues, and dribbled spit
into each other’s mouth. My own little fella whose diapers
I had changed more than thirty years ago. And now, God damn
it. We were fucking. We were fucking. “Fuck me son. Fuck
me. I tightened my legs around his hips and pressed down on
his ass as I slammed my own ass upward to swallow his meat.
Heaven. And then the inevitable finish. You know it’s
about to happen when you feel the thing get real thick
inside your ass and then those hot squirts of cum shoot out
deep inside you, God knows where. You never see the cum
until you sit down on the john the next morning and it
blasts out of your insides. Your own son’s sweet hot cum.
“That was really great, dad. Thank you. I appreciate
it.”
“You’re very welcome, son. I was only too happy to
help you out. But hey. I think we’d better get some sleep
now. Right?”
“Right, dad. You’re always right.”
Michael and Gloria made up in the morning, so I figured
I would not be getting that delicious cock soon again. What
a disappointment. Nothing lasts. Everything started to go
along in the same old way, when one day Michael comes over
to me, and we sit down.
“Dad. Could we have a little talk?”
“Of course, son. Let’s talk.”
“You know that soccer team I’m coaching down at the
college?”
“I know, son. What about the team?”
“Well, I was thinking. They’re such great young
guys, and really horny all the time. You know how it is
when you’re eighteen. I was thinking they would really
love to meet you, and get their dicks inside a nice hot
tight passage like yours. What do you think?”
“I think it’s a lovely idea. Like a birthday present,
but they all get their present on the same day. I’m so
proud that I raised such a thoughtful caring person as my
son. You’re a fine decent man. Worrying so much about
those boys. I’m so proud of you. I say yes. Bring them
on. Let’s give them a good time.”
“Hey, dad. Okaaay.” We slapped hands. “I’ll let you
know when I can arrange it.”
“Fine, Michael. I’m looking forward.”
A few days later, Michael came to me. “Saturday,
Gloria is driving to her mother’s for the day. I’m gonna
set it up for Saturday afternoon around two.
“Saturday is fine with me,” I said. And we smiled at
each other.
Needless to say Saturday finally rolled around.
Around 1:45 the doorbell started to ring. Michael let the
boys in while I stretched out naked on my bed upstairs.
“We’re coming up,” Michael called, so I rolled onto my
stomach with my ass raised invitingly facing the young
fellas as they came through the door. “Wow,” somebody said.
“Look at that, will you?”
“That’s where you guys are gonna stick your hot hard
dicks. Everybody ready?” Michael asked.
“Yes,” they yelled practically in unison. There were
twenty of them. Twenty hot strong young studs with muscular
arms and legs gathered at the foot of my bed. I couldn’t
believe my luck, that these young men who would probably
choose some college cunt if they were given the choice, were
not only willing, but actually anxious to fuck this old
man’s ass. I wiggled it around a little trying to get them
hotter.
“Okay,” Michael yelled. “Everybody get undressed.
Dad. You get up on your knees a little more with your ass
in the air, so they can move in and out more quickly. We’ve
gotta get this show on the road. Right, guys?”
“Right,” they cheered, and so did I.
I turned my head and looked behind me. They had
lost their clothing in a big pile on the floor and were all
standing there looking at my ass with their large dicks
stretched seven to ten inches in front of them. They were
all hung like elephants. Just what I like.
Michael started directing the scene as if it were a
movie. “Todd. Put some of that slippery goo on your dick,
climb up on the bed, and stick your dick into my father’s
ass. You, Pedro. Go up to the head of the bed, right up
by the headboard there, and kneel in front of my father’s
face so he can swallow your cock in his juicy mouth. Todd
was pounding away at my raised butt, and I had handsome
Pedro’s piece in my mouth, sucking away for dear life like a
baby with its bottle. Todd signaled me with his grinding
motions that he was about to drop his load and at the same
time, I felt the cock in my mouth thicken and pour its sweet
nectar down my throat. I roared with happiness.
“Okay,” Michael called. “Move, you guys. Owen next at
the mouth and Darrell next at the ass. Get going, boys.
Let’s not waste time here”
Once again I felt the delicious double pounding. The
sweet tasty meat sliding around in my mouth, and an enormous
wanting dick worming its way up my little asshole, and
sawing in and out. The great tickle. That’s what I should
call it, and may it never stop. “Come on, boys,” I
thought. “Tickle the whole damn length of my asshole. One
after the other. Tickle. Tickle. Tickle. Show me no
mercy. I promise not to cry uncle.” Is there anything in
the world more exhilarating than a good gang bang?
Eventually they all got sucked, or fucked themselves
into my ass, and then the ones who got sucked wanted to
fuck, and the ones who fucked wanted to get sucked. They
were tireless, and so was I. “Just keep ‘em coming,” I
thought “What a great day.” I made a mental note to give
Michael’s cock a big oral or rectal thank you for this.
“Okay, guys. That’s fifty dollars each like we
agreed,” Michael said. They dug into their pockets as they
were getting dressed and handed Michael their money. I was
shocked. I had no idea he was charging. I really thought
he was doing it out of the goodness of his heart,
As they were going downstairs, I heard Gloria coming
in. “So how was it, guys?” she asked merrily. “That sure
was worth a lousy fifty bucks, wasn’t it?”
They all enthusiastically agreed. Maybe the money part
was Gloria’s idea originally and not Michael’s. It sounded
just like her.
After that everything went back on schedule, just
like before until late one night soon after that evening’s
male friend had departed, there was a pounding at the door.
“Who is it?” Michael called a little annoyed that we
were being disturbed at such a late hour.
“It’s the police. Open up.” Michael opened the door
and two officers walked in.
“I’m officer Collins and this is officer Doyle”
“How do you do, officers,” Michael said jovially.
“What brings you here at this hour?”
“Actually we’ve come to arrest all of you for pimping
and prostitution. We have a warrant. Read them their
rights, Doyle”
Doyle read us our rights.
“This is crazy. Where did you get an idea like that?
We’re law abiding citizens here.” Michael protested.
“Oh, yeah? Do you know a kid named Todd Collins on
your soccer team?”
“Yes.”
“Well he’s my brother, and he told me how you charged
him fifty dollars to fuck your father”
“Why would he make up a story like that?” Michael
asked.
“He didn’t make it up. I’ve got nineteen other kids
with the exact same story. You’re all under arrest.”
When I realized my comfortable routine was about to be
interrupted, I broke down completely and sat there sobbing.
“What’s the matter, old man?” Doyle asked me.
“You don’t understand. My son is just helping. I need
to get fucked. All the time. I don’t know why, but I need
to get fucked.”
“Relax. Relax,” Collins soothed me. “You’re going to
prison. Everybody gets fucked in prison.”
“They do?” I looked sorrowfully into his eyes.
“Absolutely. All the time. I promise you.”
“This is too much for me. I feel like I’m going to
have a heart attack.” I clutched at my chest and my eyes
went wide. “This is too much for me. I need something to
relax me right now. I need a fuck. Please.” I was begging.
I know my son thought I was crazy, but I really felt I was
going down if I didn’t get a cock in my ass right away.
“Doyle, will you take care of that please, while I
guard these two?”
“Sure, Collins. Leave it to me.” Collins stayed
downstairs and kept a gun trained on Michael and Gloria,
while Doyle and I marched upstairs to my room. We both got
undressed, and I noticed that Doyle was a beefy, handsome,
over-developed Adonis. His cock, while not the longest I
had ever seen, was nice and thick and bulky. I grabbed the
slippery stuff and covered his cock with it. Then I climbed
on the bed face down, which I guess after all is my favorite
position.
“You sure don’t waste any time, old man,” said Doyle,
climbing over me and easing his fat cudgel into my hungry
hole. He sank down on top of me, hunching away, his big
ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as he dug into my itchy
hole. “Hey. This isn’t half bad,” he exclaimed. He wacked
and wacked and wacked, his belly making a slapping sound
against my buttocks, while a juicy sucking sound was coming
from my ass as he plowed into it. “Oh. Oh. Oh,” He
yelled. “I’m coming. Oh, Jesus.
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH.”
“No don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m finished. You understand that? There ain’t no
more.” “Collins,” he called. “You’re gonna have to get up
here now. I’m coming right down to watch the other two.”
He jumped quickly into his clothes and ran downstairs.
Fortunately then I heard Collins trudging up.
“What’s the matter, old man? You got a problem?”
“I need more cock. Right now. Please help me,
officer. Please.” I was practically on my knees, when he
got undressed and lifted an enormous eleven inch dick to my
laps and forced my head down on it. I choked away, happily.
While I was sucking, I reached for the slippery stuff and
rubbed it all over his cock. Then I turned around and held
the point of his dick against my ass, and slowly started
moving backward onto it, feeling the whole thing come
through the door, and march down my rectal corridor. He
was even bigger and more handsome than his partner. He
totally dominated me and I loved it. At that point his own
instincts took over and he flattened me, and began
screwdriving away, as my hole clung to him and caressed his
entire mighty dick. Hell. I knew then he wasn’t going to
last long. He started shoving at crazy angles while making
little mewling sounds, and then the cum started blasting out
into my system.”CHCHCHCHCHHCHCHCHCHAAAAAAAAAARRRGH,” he
screamed. A loud throaty roar. He and his partner were
both very vocal, and I loved it. We both got dressed, and I
actually did feel a little calmer now. I felt I might be
able now to go downtown with him, and be locked up in his
jail.
“The things I have to do in this job,” he muttered.
We were tried for our crimes, and both Michael and
Gloria were sentenced to six months in prison. Poor Michael
was so upset he started to cry. I tried to comfort him.
“Michael. It’s not so bad. It’s only for six months, and
officer Collins told us you get fucked a lot in prison. You
might enjoy it.” He sneered at me as they led him away.
They decided to put me in some kind of institution, which
wasn’t so bad. There weren’t a lot of cells, but anytime
you did anything wrong they would strap you into something
called a straight jacket, so I tried to be very very good.
My roommate was this big fifty year old good-looking guy,
about six foot three inches tall with a blond beard, and
really strange eyes. Very light blue, almost colorless, and
he had this habit of staring through you which was a little
unsettling. I wasn’t exactly sure why he was there, and he
wasn’t very forthcoming with information. His name was
Jessie, and I found out he had once been a farmer in Idaho.
Probably digging potatoes. I liked Jessie, but I was a
little afraid of him, so I didn’t get too close.
Then one dark night I woke suddenly in a sweat. Jessie
was kneeling next to me with a knife at my throat. “Don’t
scream,” he whispered, “Or I’ll have to kill you.”
“What do you want?” I asked in a dry strangled voice.
“I need to fuck,” he whispered loudly. “I love to fuck
and I need to fuck. You understand me?”
“Yes, I do. Did you want to fuck me?”
“Yeah,” he breathed loudly. “Who else? You see
anybody else here?”
“No. You’re right. It’s just us. And I don’t see why
the two of us can’t fuck all the time. Do you?”
“No, I don’t. But if you ever say no, remember I’m
gonna slit your fucking throat.”
“That’s okay,” I answered. “I’m never gonna say no. I
promise. Why don’t you climb into bed with me?” We both
lifted our nightgowns over our heads and he squeezed into
the narrow little bed next to me. We were touching from
head to toe. He eased me on my side and began licking his
finger and easing it into my asshole. “Nice little ass,”
he breathed. “Nice little ass, baby.”
“Jessie,” I asked. “ do you happen to have any
slippery stuff?”
“Never use it,” He said and began rubbing spit all over
his impressive rammer, before pushing it through the lips
of my hole. You know it wasn’t so bad. I guess I’ve been
fucked enough now so I can get away without the slippery
stuff. He turned me over on my stomach and climbed on my
back, his cock buried deep within me. “Oh,” I moaned. And
so did he. Then he slowly started hunching his ass moving
his dick deeper and deeper into my being, and I was
completely content knowing that this was how my life would
end one day. In this room, with Jessie’s big long thick
dick in my ass, and our perspiration blending together as he
fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, and just then he came
like a waterfall, and wonder of wonders, he didn’t pull out.
He just kept going, hard as a diamond sparkling deep inside
my fundament. He fucked me, and fucked me and fucked me.
Forever.
“