I am a bisexual man 48 6', 180 lbs, masculine, pretty hairy with a nice trimmed beard. My wife and I have a good sex life, but I enjoy some man-on-man sex once in a while.
A number of years ago, we bought a nice house that had been built about 40 years ago. Last week I received a telephone call from a man who said his father was a builder, had built our house and they had lived there themselves for a few years. His father was now dying of cancer and one of his last wishes was to see the house again.
My wife and children were going away to her parents for the weekend and I told him that he and his father would be welcome to stop by on Saturday. They arrived around 1 pm and had driven 2 hours to get here. The old man was well in his 80's and in pretty bad shape. His son was in his early 50's and a real hunk. He was 6', 4" weighing about 220 lbs. He had a nice trimmed beard and was wearing jeans, a white polo and some really new, nice leather cowboy boots. His arms were very hairy and there was a big tuft of hair sticking out of the collar of his polo shirt. His jeans barely concealed his big, ample bulge and I could feel my package thicken when he shook my hand with his big meaty paw and greeted me with his deep, masculine voice.
I let them wander around the house and the old man was very happy to see the place again. He was very tired from the drive and asked if he could sit alone on the patio and rest for a while. We fixed him up in a reclining lawn chair with a blanket and he was soon fast asleep. His son was very apologetic and said he was afraid his father would sleep for a long time. I told him it was no problem and that we could have a beer and talk.
In the family room, we nursed our long-neck buds and shot the breeze. He had brought some old pictures of the house to show me, so I moved over and sat next to him on the sofa. Some of the details in the photos were small, so I had to lean over him to see and I could feel the warmth of his body and his beard scratched my neck a couple of times.
He asked if I would mind if he took his boots off. He had recently had them specially made and it was the first time he had worn them and they were hurting a little. They were made of very fine leather with carving and embroidery and were size 13 ½. He was having a hard time removing them, so I offered to help and pull them off. Once off, I stood and admired the boot, but secretly I was enjoying the aroma of the new, but sweaty leather that made my cock stir. He sat there and wiggled his big feet and toes and I was trying to keep from salivating. His physical presence, manly cologne and the masculine smell of the leather boots were getting to me. He interrupted and asked if he could use the bathroom. Was I imagining something or was his package growing?
As soon as he was in the bathroom, I picked up one of the boots and started sniffing. It was like poppers, my cock immediately stiffened. I sat there rubbing my bulge and I couldn't get enough. Lost in all of this, I hadn't heard him come back from the bathroom, nor did I see him standing there watching me. He cleared his throat and I dropped the boot and tried to straighten myself up.
His piercing blue eyes looked directly into mine and he said in his deep voice, "You like the smell of my boots or something, boy?" I thought of trying to make some inane story up about just looking at the boot, but then thought "what the hell, either he will play along or beat me up". I threw caution to the wind and crawled over and started to lick his right stockinged foot. He sat down in the recliner, put his feet up and I started licking his huge feet and sucking his stockinged toes. Fuck!, the sweat and leather combination was driving me wild.
While I was servicing his feet, he unzipped his pants and started stroking his now hard cock. It was a nice and thick, veiny, uncut cock and he pumped it hard against his big hairy balls. I removed his sock and licked and sucked his big hairy feet. The sweat was sweet and tangy on my tongue and I freed my cock and started to wank myself. I sucked his big toe as if it were a cock.
I moved in between his legs and sucked his big cock into my mouth. I sucked the foreskin over the head and then pushed it back with my teeth and put my tongue in the pouch of the foreskin licking around the head. It was driving him wild and I thought he might come. I moved down and started licking his big hairy balls and his groin. He moved in order to give me access to the area between his balls and hole and I licked greedily. I made it down to his hairy hole and tickled it gently with my tongue. He mashed my head into his ass with his big paw and I started licking his hole with gusto. I tongue fucked his hole and the musky, manly scent was driving me wild. My cock was throbbing.
He stood up, removed my shirt and started kissing me and playing with my nipples. He moved down, licked each of my nipples gently and then bit playfully at them. My ass was now twitching with desire. He licked my armpits and down to my cock. He sucked my throbbing cock, licked my balls and then turned me over and dove into my ass. He licked my crack with his wide tongue and slobbered over my hole. He inserted his middle finger to the knuckle and started pumping it in and out. My ass was on fire for cock and I started riding his finger. He quickly got all 4 fingers in my ass.
He picked me up and carried me to the dining table and layed me on my back. He leaned down and continued to tongue fuck me saying that he wanted to make sure my pussy was wet enough. He stood up and plowed his cock roughly into my canal. I was so horny that I didn't even react when his cock burst through my ring. He leaned over and took one of his boots and placed it over my mouth and noise. The sweaty leather was like an aphrodisiac that made me squirm on his cock. I was in heaven experiencing this double sensation of his big cock plowing me and the smell of that boot filling my lungs with each breath.
He was getting turned on by fucking me and became quite aggressive. He asked me whose hole he was fucking and I told him, in an apparently nonconvincing manner, that it was now his. He took his big hand and slapped the side of my face quite hard and asked me again. Still not satisfied, he slapped me again and again until my cheek was stinging and hot. Finally I answered "Yours, sir!" My cock was pouring precum at this point.
He was fucking me so hard that I was sliding across the table with every thrust and he would have to pull me back. "Stay still, fucker!", he yelled and placed his hand around my throat cutting off the air to my lungs. I couldn't gasp or even breathe through my nose. I started squirming and trying to pull his arm off my throat, but he was super strong. I tried to kick him and his cock flew out of my ass. He maneuvered his way back, laid on top of my and plowed my ass again, his hairy body grinding into mine. By this time, I thought maybe he was actually going to kill me. I was just on the verge of passing out when he lightened his grip on my throat and I was able to gasp and cough some air into my lungs.
His python-like grip clamped down on my throat again and I started to fight against him again. He then said very calmly "relax and enjoy it". I stopped fighting him and relaxed my body. Fuck! He was right, when he was holding my breathing, the sensation of his cock in my ass was twice as intense. He started to play with my nipples and it felt like they were wired to pleasure sensors all over my body. Every time he could sense I was going to pass out, he would give me some air, and when I wasn't fighting it, the air filling into my lungs also provided extra pleasure. It was almost like a total body fucking. Holding the breath was like the thrust inward, and getting some air was like pulling out.
As I started to enjoy this, he slowed the pace of his fucking down to long, hard strokes and every nerve ending in my anal cavity was being stimulated. I have no idea of how long he fucked me like this but it must have been at least 40 minutes. He asked if I was ready to cum and I said yes. He held my throat extra hard for a little bit longer and fucked me harder. When he could sense that I was about to shoot, he let go of my windpipe completely, the air sucked to my lungs and when I exhaled my cock shot with the most intense orgasm I have ever had. My first shot sent my seed onto the ceiling of the dining room.
His cock was still rock hard and he had still not shot his load, he said he wanted to drink a couple of beers and rest a bit, but wanted to fuck me again. While I sat and nursed a beer, he sucked 4 long-neck buds down. Even though I had been thoroughly fucked like a virgin on her wedding night, I was still horny for his cock.
He took his finger and started playing with my hole and started to put the long neck of the beer bottle in my ass. The cold glass in my hot ass made me hard again and he bottle fucked me like that until I begged him to fuck me with his big, uncut, veiny cock.
He told me he wanted to fuck me standing up and sugggested the shower. He started out slowly, fucking me with long slow strokes and built up again until he was fucking me hard. He took my head and started banging it against the shower wall. It hurt so I tried to get him to stop. He just said calmly, "relax and enjoy it". He was the master of combining pain and pleasure so he fucked me and banged my head against the wall with the same rhythm and the pain did enhance the pleasure. I could feel he was building up to a climax as his legs and torso began to shake. He pumped harder, and at the same time he shot his load, he banged my head a little harder. I could feel his hot seed blasting into my bowels and I shuttered. I was a little disappointed that I had not shot my load.
His dick was still hard so he pumped gently and started stroking my cock and playing with my nipples. I was bumping against him to try and get him to fuck me harder. He held me tight, stroked my cock and suddenly I started to feel my bowels fill with warm liquid. The sensation caused me to erupt into a shaking orgasm which continued due to the warm liquid. Fuck! He had pissed me into my second orgasm.
He pulled is cock out and bent down behind me, pushed on my stomach and the piss and sperm spewed out in his face and beard. He caught some of it in his mouth, stood up and started kissing me, feeding me the sticky mixture. After I had swallowed, we continued to kiss and I licked the rest of the residue off his beard.
Fuck! What an experience! I had never had such an intense sexual experience in my life. I was quite amazed at his technique and tried to get him to tell me where he learned all that. He just said that he does what comes natural to him.
Sadly, the old man died about a month later and I drove over and attended the funeral. The son looked hot in a black suit, white shirt, black tie and his cowboy boots. After the service at the grave, I was going to take off as the family usually gathers after this. As I was walking to my car, the son followed me, gave me a big bear hug and thanked me for coming to the funeral. He said it had been an intense month and he needed to get away for a few hours before going back to the family. I threw him the keys to my car and he drove us directly over to a seedy motel a few miles from the graveyard.....