— Previously published in Inches magazine - January, 1996 —
I first saw him jogging in the park early
mornings when I walked my dog. After a few days, we got to the nodding
stage as he huffed by. He was black, in his fifties, at least
six-foot-two, maybe two hundred and fifty pounds, with a little more
around the middle than he probably liked. He always wore a scarf tied
around his bald head, and his face was just your average face.
I must
have checked him out without even realizing it — force of habit —
because I knew he had a huge chest and broad, firm butt. I suppose I
even noticed the big bulge that bounced between his enormous thighs as
he ran. But, I didn't consciously register it. After all, I wasn't
interested in old guys like him.
Once, I caught him doing push-ups in the dirt, triceps bulging, that big
package of his grazing the ground no matter how high he pushed himself.
I did notice that.
One night, I got tired of sitting around the apartment with my dog. I'm
a homebody, I'll admit it. Without some prodding or a real good reason,
I don't usually go out at night. But that night, I was in the midst of
what I call my Mean Green Hornies, and I craved animal companionship of
a different kind.
I decided to hit my neighborhood gay bar for a beer and see what
happened from there. I expected I'd have the beer, and then, head back
home to my dog where I'd jerk off and beat my meat while beating myself
up for not fucking strangers all night every night like a real gay man.
I entered, found a seat at the bar, and ordered a beer. Then, I felt a
big hand slap my shoulder and a voice boomed, "Hey, how's the pooch?" I
turned to see the old jogger sitting next to me. I barely knew the guy,
but I felt so relieved someone had spoken to me that I broke out my
biggest grin and shook his hand.
"How are you! Dog's doing fine; home asleep on the couch."
"My name's Greg," he said. "Good to meet you, finally. This is Henry."
He pointed a thumb at his friend who stood beside him.
"Hank. Call me Hank." Hank was almost as big as Greg, with beautiful
milk chocolate skin, a handsome head of grey hair and a set of shoulders
I would have killed for. I saw immediately they were lovers. How nice, I
thought, that these two old guys have stuck together so long.
"My name's Ken," I said. "Good to meet you both. I see Greg just about
every sunny morning in the park," I explained to Hank.
"Buddy, I already heard. He told me all about you!" Hank rolled his eyes
and laughed as Greg gave him a sharp elbow jab in the ribs. "Don't get
testy, buddy. It's Friday night and no secrets are allowed!"
I guessed that Hank had more than a couple of drinks before I showed up.
I chuckled, oddly pleased at the revelation. I looked at Greg with new
interest, taking in his big arms and the thickness of his neck. Then, I
put it out of my mind and shifted the conversation to other things.
We talked dogs, jogging, being gay, and lots of other general bullshit.
Sometime during the conversation, Greg's hand came to rest on my thigh
and stayed there.
Before I knew it, my one beer had multiplied to four, and the bar was
sliding quickly to closing time. Hank had been off with friends, but he
reappeared now and ran a hand comfortably down Greg's back.
"How long have you guys been together?" I asked, ready to toast a
double-digit anniversary.
Greg grinned. "Oh, we're not lovers, really. We're just fuck-buddies the
last little while."
I was a little surprised and, I guess, a little shocked. Despite the
hand on my leg, I hadn't really considered the fact that these guys were
as sexy as any of the young studs hanging by the pool table.
"He doesn't believe us," Hank said. "You should catch us in action
sometime. There may be snow on the roof," he patted Greg's bald head,
"or no shingles at all, but there is fire in the furnace!"
"I didn't mean that," I said, embarrassed. "Anyway, you guys aren't that
old, are you?"
"Fifty-nine God-damn years old," Hank said with pretended disgust. "Get
me a drink!"
Greg swallowed his beer. "Fifty-three years and two months, and there's
nothing I like better than keeping my John Thomas busy with the boys."
I glanced down at his John Thomas, which was pushing noticeably against
the restraint of his pants. I felt my blood start to pound in my own
crotch at the thought of what might be hidden in his.
When I looked up again, Greg was staring at me, perhaps a little
surprised himself. I blushed, but he just looked me straight in the eye.
Hank had gotten very quiet too. They both looked at me a long while.
Then, Greg patted my throbbing groin in a friendly way. "I think we
should continue this conversation at my place."
I grabbed my beer and drained the bottle.
Greg's apartment was pleasantly warm and smelled of musk. He lit up a
joss stick before offering me a beer. We all sat on the couch.
Greg wasted no time. He ran a thick finger up my arm and leaned down to
kiss me gently on the neck. "Mmm, you smell nice," he murmured. "Hank,
don't you want a taste of this?"
Hank rubbed my crotch and jiggled my balls. "I do, I do." He reached
under my shirt and rubbed my tight stomach. He bent down and licked
circles around my navel with his long tongue. My dick pushed hard
against my zipper. Hank tugged off his T-shirt to reveal a chiseled
chest sprinkled with tight curls, and the largest, blackest nipples I'd
ever seen.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "I've got to chew on those bad boys."
"Do it, kid," Hank said, and pulled my head in tight. I took one of
those hard toys between my teeth — it was like chewing a fingertip — and
gave it a light tug. Hank groaned and crushed my face into him.
I felt Greg unzipping my jeans and pulling them down. I wasn't wearing
shorts, and my hard cock popped straight up. "That's a sweet mouthful,"
Greg said, and sucked me in.
I closed my eyes for a minute and relished the pleasure of his hot,
slick mouth working my fat seven inches. Then, I swam back to reality.
"Let's see yours," I said to both of them. Hank stood and dropped his
pants, revealing a black hose with a purple head like a fist at the end
of it. "Jeez, Hank," I moaned. "Anybody ever get that big head inside
them?"
"You're gonna find out tonight, boy."
"I can't wait!"
"You like it?" Hank slapped it at my face. I tried to grab it with my
mouth, but he teased me, flipped it back and slapped it on his round gut
'til it swung before him like a flagpole.
I reached for Hank's tool. "I like it a lot. Come on, Hank," I pleaded.
"Let me touch it."
"What do you want to do with it?" Hank said. His voice was low and
gravelly now, not a trace of a joke in it. "Talk to me, baby."
"I want to touch it," I said. "I want to stroke it with both hands, and
then I want to swallow as much of that motherfucker as I can."
"You think you can handle this pole of mine?"
"If I can't, I'm gonna die trying!"
Greg laughed and pulled off my slobbery groin. "Kid, you are one hot
dude. You like Hank's, you wait for me."
I dove onto Hank's rod like a starving man. Little by little I forced
him down my throat, gagging as he swelled even bigger inside me. I began
sliding up and down, slowly at first, then faster as I got used to the
bulk of him. He grabbed my blond hair and gently fucked my face. "Suck
on my hog, boy. Mmm, I love that tight throat of yours. You really know
how to suck a man's cock. Go ahead; you can use those white teeth. Chew
on that thing. Oh, fuckin' Jesus!"
He grabbed the back of my head and put one hand on my throat so he could
feel his tool moving in me. Then, he really let fly. His sweaty gut
pounded at my forehead, his big bouncy balls bruised my chin. He kept up
his hot dirty talk the whole time, telling me how good I was, how pretty
I looked with his black pole spearing my face, making me crazy with the
need to please him.
Finally, Greg pulled off my dick, leaving it hard and slippery. "Okay,
buddies, it's my turn," Greg said. "You think you like Hank's rod, wait
'til you get a load from mine." Hank didn't let me go, but turned so I
could continue sucking him while I watched Greg strip.
Greg pulled his T-shirt up over his big stomach and bigger chest, then
unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them down to his knees, revealing a
sickle-shaped cock that had to be at least ten inches. From where I sat
it looked like a foot-long salami. His balls were big as goose eggs,
secured in a shiny, purple bag that, when he moved, flopped over the
edge of the couch and hung what seemed halfway to the floor.
I pulled off Hank's cock and sat there with my mouth open and drooling.
"Yeah," Greg said. He grabbed more than a handful of himself and shook
it at me. "Not bad for an old man, huh?"
I let Hank's cock fall out of my mouth. "Fuck that 'old man' shit!" I
cried. "You two are the hottest fucking men on the face of this planet!"
Greg dropped the smile and made his face serious. "What do you want us
to do, pretty boy?"
I blushed, but I couldn't resist telling them my favorite fantasy. "I
want...."
Hank slapped my face with his stiff pole. "Talk, baby. Tell us what you
want."
"I want both of you at the same time," I whispered. "I want to get on my
knees like a dog while one of you fucks my face and the other fucks my
ass. And then I want you to switch!"
The two men's eyes grew wide and their nostrils flared with lust.
Without a word, they seized me and stripped me, picked me up and
positioned me on the floor.
"I get his ass first," Hank demanded.
"You loosen it up for this fat fucker of mine," Greg said. "I want his
pretty mouth on me first, anyway." He looked down at me and said: "Come
on, kid; get me wet." And he shoved that enormous fuck tool at my face.
I swallowed its bulk and gave him the best I had in me. I felt Hank's
fingers working up my tight ass. He was talking dirty again, telling
Greg how beautiful my asshole was. "You're gonna like this one, baby; he
is the tightest hole I ever saw. I got to eat me a little of this ass
before I give him what he's aching for."
He shoved his tongue up my chute. I grunted around Greg's rod and
swallowed another inch of it.
I could feel Hank's hot breath chill the spit he'd swabbed on my
asshole. "Tastes so good. I'm gonna love shoving my black dick up it."
Hank dove in again, licking and chewing and biting like a rabid dog.
Greg let me move at my own pace on his cock. "Take it like you want it,"
he whispered. He brushed my hair back from my face, stroked my stuffed
cheeks. "Take it slow, baby. We got all night, and you're gonna get it
hard and fast soon enough. Oh, yeah, stick your tongue in my slit. Ream
out my piss-slit. That's it."
I rooted under his rock-hard stomach like a crazed pig, snuffling and
choking and straining for more.
He pulled out of me and fisted his balls, squeezing them tight against
my lips. "Lick these babies, kid. There's a load of cum in there waiting
to shoot all over you. Heat it up, kid. Make it boil. "
Hank pulled his lips off my wet hole and shouted, "Now you're gonna get
it, baby! Hold on for your life!" And he pressed that big cock-head into
me. My butt resisted for a second. Then, with a searing pain that made
me scream around the ball I had in my mouth, he was in and riding me
like the horse-hung stud he was.
"How's his butt, buddy?" Greg asked.
"Good as his mouth and tight as a fist," Hank panted.
"Yeah, you know what you're doing, kid. Come on, take my cock again. Oh,
man, I love watching my buddy's cock plowing your ass. Your butt's red,
man, red from the pounding he's giving it. He's gonna fuck you 'til you
scream for more, and then I'm gonna give you more."
Then, he grabbed my ears and started fucking my mouth, shoving his bat
so far down my throat I thought he'd touch Hank somewhere in there.
I got lost in the outrageous pleasure these two studs were giving me. I
could hardly breathe from the double-fuck my body was taking. I'd never
felt better in my life. I reached back between my legs to feel Hank's
plunging fuck-stick. I grabbed his balls in mid-swing and gave them a
twist to pull him in deeper. He shouted and pumped even more furiously.
I seized my own dick, so hard I could have used it to split wood, and
beat it like crazy.
Who knows how long it lasted? I was locked in a rocking world of
sensation, feeling more filled than I had ever dreamed possible. I felt
tears running down my face. I was crying with happiness at this
fulfillment of one of my oldest dreams.
Suddenly Greg pulled out of my mouth with a pop and shouted, "Fuck, you
almost got my spunk there, man! Hank, haul your dick out of that white
butt. It's my turn."
"No, man! I'm just getting started! "
Greg pulled Hank off me, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness I
felt at both ends. He hauled Hank up in front of me and held his cock,
squeezed it hard 'til it looked like it would explode.
"See this dick, boy?" Greg growled. "Hank's gonna fuck your face with
it, then when I see you're going good I'm moving back there and letting
you know you've got a butthole!"
He thrust Hank's cock into my mouth like a living dildo. It stunk. I
worked over the now-familiar meat, and every time he pulled it out of my
mouth so I could take a breath I gasped, "Fuck me, Greg! Get your cock
back there and fuck my ass!"
He shoved Hank's dick in my mouth again and held us tight together until
I thought I'd pass out for lack of air. Then, he hooted and hurried back
behind me.
"Don't you move, boy. Keep that dick down your throat 'til I get myself
all the way in your pretty butt."
I heard the smacking sound of grease being worked over that huge dong. I
massaged Hank's pole with my throat, wincing at and wishing for the pain
I knew would come soon.
Then, I felt the head beating at my back door. I braced myself, but when
Greg shoved all his massive meat into me at once, I squealed like a pig
and fell forward. Only Hank's big dick kept me upright.
Greg groaned, "Oh, fucking baby!" and pulled himself almost all the way
out, leaving only his cock-head inside my sphincter. Then, he eased in
until I felt his hairy belly grinding my ass cheeks.
He began to fuck me. Fuck me? Whatever Hank had done before was just a
warm-up, a trial run. This was the Super Chief digging its own tunnel!
"Do it, man!" Hank cried out. "Ram that ass! Sweet, ain't it? Don't you
let up on my machine, boy. I got a pint of cream to shoot down that
sweet throat of yours!"
Greg's giant pole rammed my hole like it was the last hole it would ever
get. His big belly slapped my butt, his balls swung up and smacked my
own balls, beating me to a frothing frenzy. His greasy fist reached
around to jerk my dick, and the way he slammed me into it, I felt like I
was fucking a tight hole myself.
I couldn't even think at this point. All I could do was suck, and clench
my ass around that huge pole, and feel my hot load working to explode
from me. Hank kept one hand in my hair so he could work my head back and
forth just right. With his free hand, he slapped my stuffed cheeks and
reached under me to pinch and pull my stiff nipples.
I heard Hank's breath grow short. "Fuck!" he wheezed. "Hang on, boy...
here it comes!"
Suddenly, my mouth was flooded with the tasty goo of his juice, pungent
and strong. I tried to swallow it all, but he shot so much that great
gummy strings of it spilled out of my mouth and splattered to the floor.
That did it for me. I shot my spunk through Greg's hot fist, my belly
spasming with the force of it, shot so hard that my cum hit me in the
face, and two long spumes of it splashed Hank's knees under me.
I guess watching Hank fill me up and feeling the clutch of my butt sent
Greg over the edge. Suddenly, he shouted and fell over me, heaving his
monster cock in so deep I felt it bruise my heart. He bit my neck and
hugged me so tight my back popped. I felt him shoot into me like a fire
hose. With each load, he bit harder and hugged me closer.
Then without warning, he jerked his giant dick out of me and flipped me
over on my back. His mammoth cum-tube was still so full of sizzling
spunk that he drenched me in his juice, shooting again and again and
again, painting my body with it.
Finally, his cock began to droop. I was flat on the floor and he was
kneeling, but the fat head hung so low it touched my butthole, giving it
a sticky lover's kiss.
The two men fell on top of me and hugged me tight, kissed and licked me,
swabbed me with their tongues till I glowed in the dim light. I took
their soft peters in my hands and rubbed them together with mine. They
each kissed my lips, slowly and tenderly.
"You looked so happy," Greg murmured. "I think next time I'm gonna have
to get in the middle. Huh? How'd you like you to climb up on my big
butt?"
My own cock was already sticking straight up, and I could feel the blood
pumping back into their big works. "Jesus," I said. "Are you guys
getting hard again?"
Greg smiled and nuzzled my neck.
Hank chuckled and said, "It'll take us just a little longer than you,
buddy. But it's worth waiting for!"
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