Berg Motor Company September 1958
Rudy Berg has always been , one of the most handsome, elegant businessmen, you could find. Since 1956 he'd owned the only Cadillac dealership in Midland, Texas. At 6"3" 185 lbs, brown eyes, slightly graying hair, tall ,elegant, and handsome, no one cut a better figure in a Neiman Marcus suit, than Rudy Berg Yes, he'd been put through the school of hard knocks when he married Mary Elder in the early 40's, who he'd met at UCLA. His father in law "Old Man Elder", made him start out as a grease monkey, just as "control" for having married his daughter, (Who, as she aged, and drank more, looked like W. C. Fields in drag!) She was an alcoholic, who like her father, had no control over the bottle, and could hardly take care of her two young daughters. When she was sober, she was the sweetest lady in the world, but when she was drunk, LOOKOUT! But Rudy, and the girls, made it through, somehow! I worked for Mr. Berg during those years, and we became "QUITE" close. My office was right next to his. One of the older salesmen who'd worked for him for several years, Mr. Duncan, told me two very important pieces of advice, never go into Rudy's office when he's opening the mail! (You could hear his letter opener clanging on his desk) And never go into the accounting office when's Mary was drunk. If I ever heard Rudy's letter opener hitting his desk, I'd turn around and walk the other way. One day I had to take a sold car deal into his office and put it on his desk. I was shocked to see Mr. Berg leaning back in his chair with his legs spread wide apart and his shoes on his desk! His crotch looked ENORMOUS! I couldn't take my eyes off the HUGE budge in his suit pants. My mind went blank with whatever it was I was going to say, he didn't seem to be bothered at all, as I stared speechless at his crotch. I think he was rather amused at putting on such a show! His package was enormous! I guess that's when I realized I was really attracted to older men! I'd once flown to Dallas, for a Cadillac New Car Show, and seen an old man dozing by a window seat on the flight. I didn't think much of it, but when the plane landed I went to the men's restroom, and there he was, standing at the urinal holding one of the longest, fattest, cocks I'd ever seen! I remembered thinking, just how many women in the 30's ,and 40's, must have been thrilled to have that big, "son of a bitch", rammed in them! Rudy Berg, on the other hand was quite a different story. Hard of hearing, vain, and extremely concerned about his looks, could be very hard to deal with sometimes! I was terrified of him for the first two years I worked for him. Then we took a trip to a Cadillac New Car Show in Las Vegas. Two salesmen and I flew with Mr. Berg in his private plane. He was an experienced pilot, but I wasn't happy about being in such a small single engine plane, but I was honored by the fact that I got to go! When we arrived in Las Vegas, and were standing in line at the reservation desk for our rooms, Mr. Berg turned to us, and asked, "Who's rooming with me?" The other two salesmen both pointed at me! I could have died! I was so mad I didn't know what to do, but what could I say ? Mr. Berg was standing right in front of me. All I could do was give them a "Go to Hell look", as they smiled at me. It was well known through out the dealership that when Mr. Berg went on business trips he often hired prostitutes, and if you shared a room with him, (he was to cheap to get separate rooms for everyone), you might have to walk around the hotel for a couple of hours before you could retire for the night. After registering ,and getting our keys, we went up to our room to change into suits so we could attend some of the shows at the hotel. I was only 21 and hadn't seen much in the world of men, so I was surprised to see Mr. Berg start to take his clothes off right in front of me. I felt embarrassed getting undressed in front of him, but he didn't seem to mind stripping down right there. He took off his khaki's, and sport shirt, and stood in front of me in a pair of blue print boxer shorts, an undershirt, and socks with garter belts! I was shocked to see his garter belts, because I'd never seen any man wearing them before. I was surprisingly turned on by them. He pulled off his boxers, and revealed a long thick cock, with a huge set of hairy balls, it was hard to tell if he was circumcised, because his foreskin covered about a fourth of his elongated apricot shaped dick head. As he turned to his suitcase to get a fresh pair of boxers, (at first I thought they were new, but then I realized he even sent his shorts to the cleaners, because they were wrapped and folded in cardboard and plastic). His round firm, hairy ass, was almost in my face and it sent shots of electricity through me. I always wore briefs and they wore the hair off my ass. His manly big muscular ass was covered in hair, and it was than that I realized, boxers didn't do that, and the lack of support on your scrotum, probably allowed your balls to drop and hang low like his did. (I never wore briefs again after that)! He took his time getting dressed, he had to know I was taking in every inch of his body. Almost 40, he was tight, firm, and muscular. Hairy chest, legs, and ass. He always watched his weight, worked out, and played golf every Wednesday afternoon. The sight of him took my breath away, as he pulled on his freshly laundered boxers, reached in and adjusted his cock and balls, then put his suit and tie on. We'd been promised a "Las Vegas Titty Show", and he was paying! The four of us were seated in a semicircular booth with our legs, and butts, crammed against each other,( I was somehow seated next to Rudy, and could feel the muscles in his right leg flex every time he moved, or adjusted his crotch.) while the semi nude women, and men, put on a show. Mr. Berg dressed left, and he kept adjusting his package, I suspected he was getting an erection, and was having to move things around to make himself more comfortable. After the one hour extravaganza, all Mr. Berg had to say was, "Well we saw a some lemons, oranges, and a few grapefruits!" The two other salesmen, and I, were hungry and had decided on Japanese food, Mr. Berg declined, and said he was going up to the room. As we had dinner the other salesmen told me to take my time eating, and suggested I even stay for a couple more drinks after they left, to give Rudy time to finish his business. By eleven I was tired and wanted to go to bed, I'd been wandering around the hotel for over an hour by myself. I went to our room and turned the key quietly in the door. The TV was still on, and Mr. Berg was asleep in his bed. I went into the bathroom to pee, and brush my teeth. On the floor was his washcloth, towel, and underwear. I locked the door and picked up his shorts, they smelled of `Old Spice", piss, and a butt smell in the seat, that made my dick hard! His undershirt, which he hadn't bothered to change that afternoon, smelled slightly of armpit odor. Then I picked up his washcloth, the smell of semen was overwhelming! He'd either fucked a whore and cleaned his dick, (and her pussy) off, or he'd jacked off, and wiped the cum up with it! I stood there breathing in the delightful aroma, and even put the washcloth in my mouth to savor the sweet, salty, taste of Mr. Bergs cum! My dick got even
harder. When I was finished in the bathroom, I opened the door and undressed for bed. Just as I was crawling under the sheets, I reached for the remote to turn the TV off, and Mr. Berg woke up. He asked, "What time is it?" I told him it was 11:30. He said, "I'm just about tired of this bed." Then he pulled back the sheets and stood up in his pajamas, and walked toward the bathroom. I got another chance to look at that firm hairy ass through his pajama bottoms as he walked away from me. He even reached back and pulled the material out of the crack of his ass, then as if on second thought dug his fingers in deeper and gave his ass a good scratch! I could hear him piss like a race horse with the door open, he flushed, farted, and then walked back into the bedroom with his pajama bottoms in his hand. In the semi darkness of the room ,he walked over to my bed and stood beside me, stroking his huge fat cock. He threw his pajama bottoms on the floor and leaned over and deep kissed me, as he unbuttoned his pajama top, to expose his hairy chest. He tossed it on the floor as well, his breath was not all that pleasant, smelling of cigars, and scotch, but it turned me on like a motherfucker! As he leaned over me, he reached down and started groping for my dick, and when he found it, he started stroking it like crazy. Before I could protest, he was lying on top of me, rubbing his massive cock against my belly and shoving his tongue down my throat. I wrapped my legs around his muscular, hairy thighs, and put my hands on the back of his head to shove his tongue deeper into my mouth! He started humping me harder and then suddenly threw his head up, arched his back, and moaned loudly as he shot his huge load of jism all over my belly and chest. I counted eight shots of cum, shooting all over my chest, face, and hair. Hell it was everywhere! Even on the pillows, and headboard of the bed! He then fell onto me with his full weight, kissing my neck and licking some of his own cum from my ear and rubbing his man juice between both our hairy chest and stomachs. Without saying a word, he got up off of me, and headed back to the bathroom. I heard him start running the shower. He stepped back into the room and said, "Want to wash up?" I got out of bed and followed him into the hot steamy bathroom. He stepped into the shower and then held a hand out for me to join him. I stepped in and pulled the shower curtain closed, Mr. Berg reached for the soap and began rubbing it all over my body with his manly hands. When he had me all soaped up, he handed it to me and I began to do the same to him. I was filled with excitement as I ran my soapy hands all over his hairy body, paying particular attention to his hairy butt, and low hanging balls. He then moved me under the shower head and rinsed me off, we changed positions and I did the same to him. His back was toward me and I couldn't resist, I dropped to my knees and began licking his hairy ass crack. He leaned over and spread his butt for me. My tongue dove deeper until I could feel the soft puckered skin that was his asshole. I concentrated on giving his hole a through licking, even sticking it into his hole a couple of times. He then stood up and helped me to a standing position, he then squatted down and began licking my balls and tonguing my stiff cock. He pushed me against the shower wall and really started going to town. It wasn't long before I moaned and said, "I'm going to shoot my load Mr. Berg"! He shoved my dick all the way down his thought and I shot a huge, hot load, into my bosses mouth! He then stood up and I saw cum running down the corner of his mouth. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to his mouth, where he gave my load back to me in a deep, long , sloppy kiss. He turned away and held his mouth up to the shower head and took a mouth full of water, gargled, and spit onto the shower floor. He turned the water off and reached for two towels, handed one to me without looking at me, and stepped out of the shower. We dried ourselves in silence, and he went back into the bedroom for his pajamas. As I was putting my shorts back on he finally spoke. "You know we can never speak of this again. I'm married with two children, and I' ve never done anything like this before. It's just that you make me so Goddamn horny, I even jacked off thinking about you before I showered earlier tonight thinking that would satisfy me, but it didn't. I just want you to know this will never happen again. Do you understand me?" I was hurt and scared at the same time as I answered, "yes, sir." He said, "Good! nothing happened in this room tonight between you and me, now go to bed son."