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.