Old Folk's Home

"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 my legs over his 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 gangbang?

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 hips 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 lips 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 Jesse, and I found out he had once been a farmer in Idaho. Probably digging potatoes. I liked Jesse, 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. Jesse 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." "Jesse," 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 Jesse'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.