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Forcible entry!
......as his tongue lapped over my piss slit I couldn't hold it back anymore and my juices shot out all over his beard and lips.....I looked down and I'd shot my load over my belly when I'd cum, as I usually do when I wank with these fantasies in my head.
I've always managed to have brilliant sex when I'm wanking, but when I'm with someone else it's a different matter. There's always been something wrong. Either he just wanted a wank, or for me to wank him, or parts of him smelled (Usually his feet!) or his hair was too greasy. Oh! There were a million and one things that were never ever right. At this rate I'm going to finish up a single man for whats left of my life
Here I am 58, balding (rapidly), chubbier than I used to be and even my beard is more grey than brown. I've got a cat that pesters the life out of me whenever he's hungry, and ignores me the rest of the day, and a goldfish that blows bubbles all day. The goldfish really belongs to my niece, but my sisters family have gone away for a couple of weeks. So I'm house and goldfish sitting. What a thrilling life I've got. Thinking of which its about time I went over to my sisters place to check it out. When I get there I can see this bloke looking through the windows of the house next door.
"Can I help you?" I call out. He gives me a short wave and shakes his head and carry's on peering through the front windows. This is a bit odd, its not that he's wearing a striped sweater and carrying a bag marked "SWAG" but there have been some break-ins around here lately and even if he didn't run off, he's certainly not acting normally.
Once I get inside I stand at the window and watch him. He must be in his late thirties, early forties I guess, not particularly slim either. As he bends over I can see the shape of his buttocks and they are rather appealing. Suddenly he straightens up and looks around then walks away from the house and turns into the path to this house. I step back from the window, not that he could see me through the thick net curtains that my sister has hanging in her windows, but it's the thought of being caught looking I suppose. He hesitates for a moment and then he knocks on the door.
"What the hell can he want" I wonder to myself. "Yes?" I say as I open the door.
"C-C-can I use the phone p-p-please?" he stutters at me.
"Whats the problem?" I ask him. He replies
"Its m-m-y m-m-other shes lying on the f-f-floor and I c-c-can't g-g-get her to answer the d-d-door" I back away from the door and gesture for him to come in
"The phones over there" I say, pointing down the hall a little way. He goes to the phone dials and I hear him asking for a doctor and ambulance, my guess is that he'll get the ambulance, but not the doctor. He tells the operator the address and then, putting the phone down, he comes back to me.
I had thought that he was as tall as me, but when he stood in front of me I could see that he was a couple of inches shorter, his beard is trim and is a brown with some grey in it. The thing that stands out are his wonderful eyes, they are a brown-green and seem to stare straight into mine. As he stood there he thanked me and said that he had forgotten his key to his mothers house and that was why he had been trying to get his mother to answer the door. I asked him how he thought he was going to let the ambulance people in and the bemused look on his face was a picture.
"I hadn't thought of that" he said "I shall have to break a window or something, can you help me please?"
"Of course I will" I replied "My name is Patrick, Pat for short"
"Oh I'm Jerry" he said.
"Right lets find something to break a window with the least mess" Just as the siren of the ambulance sounded I found a small hammer. We went back out and while I waited out front for the ambulance Jerry went round the back to find a way in. As the ambulance pulled up Jerry opened the front door and beckoned the paramedic's inside. I followed them in and watched as they busied themselves with Jerry's mum. Eventually they took her to the ambulance and, very worriedly, Jerry followed them. He was just getting in when he turned to me and asked me if I'd look after the house until he got back. I said "Of course" and shooed him away. Went back and locked my sisters place and went into the house next door. It wasn't until I'd shut the front door that the thought struck me "What if he's away all night?"
It had got dark outside and I'd managed to find the makings for a cup of tea, I would have preferred coffee, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose. What do you do when you're alone in a strange house? I found the remote for the TV and flicked idly through the channels. Suddenly the phone rang, I couldn't leave it to ring so answering it I said
"Hello" It was Jerry, he was on his way home as soon as he could get a taxi, but his mum was going to have to stay in for a couple of nights, she was OK, but they wanted to run some tests on her.
When Jerry got back he wasn't quite so flustered as earlier, he had called in to his place and picked up the key to his mothers house on the way back. The only thing he'd forgotten was the broken window at the back, it was too late now to fix it so I suggested that he stay here the night and fix it in the morning. "How did your wife take the news?" I asked him
"Oh I'm not married, I was, but it didn't work out for various reasons" he replied.
"You're not stuttering now?" I asked him and he explained that he used to be worse than he is now, but now it only comes out when he gets excited.
"I'd like to say thank you in some way" he said "If I was at home I'd probably cook, but I can order a take-away if you'd like to stay?" It was getting a bit late for me to go home and cook so I agreed.
After the Chinese meal had arrived, we sat in the kitchen eating it and I asked him what had caused the break-up of his marriage.
"Well it was virtually an arranged marriage I suppose, as we had known each other from when we were at school together and it was assumed, by both our families that we would get married, and so we did. After about five years I got into trouble with the police and she divorced me, Oh we are friends now, but at the time it was very bitter. I expect that you have heard of me? My last name is Taschitte, the papers had a field day calling me "Flash-it" even my wife called me "That-shit". Still that was twenty years ago"
As soon as he said his last name I knew who he was, he had been caught, by a cop, in a toilet having it off with another guy. Of course the story was everywhere at the time.
"I remember the story, it happened at about the same time as I was coming to terms with my homosexuality and I kept away from toilets for months afterwards" I said, I was trying to be sympathetic, but at the same time looking at him with a renewed interest. He wasn't what I would 'normally' have called my 'Type', but then I've been to bed with a lot of guys that weren't 'My type' so go figure!! He reached out and took hold of my hand, I looked at him across the table wondering what was coming next.
"I had years of not knowing what to do after that. I'd never been in that kind of position before. My father died shortly afterwards, my brother said that it was my fault and hasn't spoken to me since. I lost my job and had a bloody hard time finding another one, with my history people just didn't want to know me. So I moved to London and managed to sort myself out, but mum became poorly so I moved back and everyone has either forgotten about the past or they don't care anymore, so its not been too bad"
With his hand in mine I got up from the chair and moving behind him I put my other arm around him, pulling him close to me. He didn't struggle, just sat there and for the first time I noticed his scent. It wasn't what I'd expected at all, it was just a male smell, a pleasant reminder of something in my past. He slowly got up from the chair, I kept my arms around him, and as he turned inside them he raised his face and kissed me, not a deep, tongue-probing thrust, just our lips meeting, gently. I felt a surge inside me
"I want this man" The thought suddenly went through my mind and surprised me, as it normally takes a few beers and a lot of sexual innuendoes before I get to that stage. He put his arms around me and said quietly
"Thank you for being so helpful today and so nice. Its unusual in this day and age. I've always liked the 'gentleman' type of man and you are certainly a gentle-man" with that we walked back into the front room.
"What about the dirty plates?" I asked
"Leave them, I'll do them later" was his reply. When we got into the living room he sat on the settee and, pulling my hand, he made it clear that he wanted me to sit beside him. As I sat down his hands slid up my thighs and round to my arse. He looked up at me and said
"Can we make love?"
"I would think that we can, but the question is do we want to?" I replied
"I think that, with you, it would be very nice" was his answer.
His hands brushed across the front of my trousers and I felt my cock start to get larger. I undone my shirt and slipped it off then I pulled him up from the settee and gently putting my arms around him we kissed, but this time his lips parted and my tongue started to explore his mouth, his tongue was running over mine and encouraging me deeper. He was wearing a roll-neck sweater and so I got hold of the bottom and started sliding it up over his belly, as I did I realized that his stomach was covered in hair. I stood back as he took his sweater, and T-shirt off, it was amazing, his body was one mass of dark brown hair, I could hardly see his nipples there was so much hair.
When he turned to lay his clothes down I could see that his back was as covered as his front, I couldn't resist and reaching my hands out ran them down over his back, through the hair and down to the waistband of his trousers.
"Do you like my hair then?" He asked "Like it...I love it" was my answer "I've never seen anyone with so much".
"Its not always liked, the youngsters don't like it" he said as he turned to face me. "Well they don't like anything that's not silky smooth and unwrinkled" I said. Leaning forward I let my tongue find a nipple and teased it gently, his murmured "Oh!" was of pleasure and encouraged me to go further, so putting my mouth over his nipple I started to nibble and suck it.
His hands slid up my back and pulled my head into his chest, I let my hands slide down his back and pushed my fingers inside the top of his trousers. His naked chest was pressed hard into my face and I could feel his hairs against my cheeks. Gently I pulled my mouth away from his nipple and reached down to his belt, to undo it, his hands went to mine to do the same. I knew that he would have a problem as my trousers are always tight so I undone the belt and top button for him. As I did he undone his trousers completely, unzipping his fly and putting his thumbs in the top of his trousers and pants slid them down. He kicked of his shoes and took of his socks as he picked up his trousers, as he turned around to lay his pants on the settee I could see that the hair extended all the way down his back and over the cheeks of his arse until it reached the hair on his legs.
When he bent over to straighten up his clothes I went down on my knees and buried my face between those hairy buttocks. Pushing out with my tongue in-between them the tip of it touched his arse hole. He pushed back further onto my face making my tongue probe deeper inside him. Reaching round him I cupped his generous balls in one hand and slid my hand up the shaft of his cock. He was uncut, but it was hard and about six inches long as far as I could judge, as my fingers stroked along his prick I could feel a large head underneath the skin. I've always enjoyed rimming a man, I like to be rimmed as well of course, and rimming Jerry was a pleasure, he seemed to be enjoying it as well, his squirming arse confirmed this.
"Please, please let me do the same to you" he asked.
"Of course, anything you want" and with that I took off the rest of my clothes. My own cock was dripping in pre-cum by this time and when he saw it he knelt down and started to lick it clean, running his tongue up from the base and over the head.
"kneel down on all fours please" he said....So I did and then I felt him kissing my arse cheeks until he gradually worked his mouth over the crack of my arse. When his mouth was in position I felt him pull the cheeks apart and push his mouth and tongue in-between them. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue worked its way around and along the edges of my hole, making me want to tell him to push it in. Eventually he did and it was like having a moving cock shoved inside, it felt wonderful. His beard was rubbing against the inside of my arse cheeks and I wanted him to stay there forever. Gradually he was releasing more and more saliva onto my hole and working it in with his tongue, I wanted him to fuck me now. I know I'm greedy, but I wanted to be fucked hard by this hairy man, fucked and fucked. He must have realized this and started to work his tongue and mouth up onto my back, I could feel his hairy chest sliding up over my arse and then I felt the tip of his cock press against my arsehole, the head was pushing inside my hole, just gently, but I wanted this man more than any other in my life and so I pushed against him. His cock slid further into me and then he was slowly working it in and out, each inward thrust taking it deeper inside.
Slowly, with help from me pushing back against him, he got it all in, I could feel his balls tight against my arse. He didn't leave it in there and wriggle, he was much better, he slowly pulled it out until only the tip was in and then just as slowly slid it back in as far as he could his balls coming up against me once again. He must have realized my need and his slow in-and-out thrusting was satisfying me in a way that I'd never been satisfied before. It felt complete when he was deep inside me with his hairy body crushed against mine. Then with a groan and a hard deep thrust I felt his cum filling me, flowing into my arse as he shot his load. I was nearly cumming myself as he pushed hard into me and I reached down to finish myself of with a few quick strokes
"No!" he said "Wait" and with that slowly he pulled his cock out of my wet arse and then quickly slid his head under my spread-eagled legs, taking my hard cock in his mouth he started to suck me deep into his mouth, his hands reaching up to pull my arse down. It was never going to take long and soon I shook with my orgasm as my cum shot into his mouth, he sucked long and hard on me, taking every last drop from my shaking body.
We collapsed beside each other on the floor, kissing each other, I could taste my own cum on his lips as his tongue gently probed my mouth.
"Its been a hell of a long time since anyone made love to me like that" I murmured,
"Yes it was bloody good, it's a pity everyone can't be like that" he agreed. "Come with me" he said as he got up, I followed him upstairs and into a bedroom "This was my old room. I want to show you something" bending over, and showing that lovely arse of his off to perfection, he moved a rug on the floor and then lifted a floorboard up. "This was my hiding place for things I didn't want people to find. In my teens I read a lot of stuff that I thought was sexy". He pulled out a well-thumbed pile of magazines "This was the stuff I read, but there's something else here". Pulling out a sheaf of papers he shuffled through them and then pushed a few of them into my hands. I looked down at them, they were rough drawings of bulky, hairy men with erect cocks
"Did you draw these?" I asked him.
"Yes, I've got better over the years, in fact its part of my job, but now I draw mainly from life. Look lets get a shower OK?" I laid the drawings down, they were very sexual, and followed him into the bathroom. It had been enlarged at sometime and the shower was big enough to take two.
"When dad was ill he was in a wheelchair so we had this shower built so that he could just sit down inside" He turned it on and beckoned me to follow him in. More than willing to be anywhere that was close to him I stepped inside. Picking up a bar of soap he started to rub it over me creating a lather, working it into my back and into the crack of my arse. His hands running over me had me getting worked up again and I could see that he was coming erect as well.
Taking the soap I started to work up a lather on him, I rubbed all over the front of his body working down to his cock and balls, pulling his foreskin back to clean the head of his cock. I motioned for him to turn around and started on his back, running my fingers through his hair to get a better lather, down his spine and then sliding them into his arse-crack. I couldn't stay away any longer and pulling him back against me I slid my, now hard, cock between his arse cheeks. The water and soap made a lube that let me get inside him before he had even realized what I was doing.
He murmured something, which was drowned in the noise of the water, and then I was inside him. I had wanted to be as gentle with him as he had been with me, but the suddenness of my entry into him had taken both of us by surprise. My hands were on his nipples as his body slid up against me, every move from him was getting me more and more excited. I put one hand on his cock and slowly wanked him. The shower poured down on us and made our bodies slippery. I knew I was going to shoot my load soon and started to speed up my wanking of his cock, then I felt it deep inside me and I thrust hard into him as my cock released a second load of cum. Now it was my turn and after I'd taken my cock out I went down in front of him and licked and sucked his balls and cock until I could feel his cock hardening and then I swallowed as his cock shot another load of cum as well.
After he had finished I stood up and kissed him again as he had me when we were downstairs. He turned off the shower and handed me a towel as I stepped out. Once he was dry he headed out of the bathroom and I heard him going downstairs, I was a bit put out as he hadn't said anything about our love-making in the shower, but maybe he was just knackered. I followed him downstairs and going into the front room found him, still naked, sitting on the settee.
"Are you OK?" I asked gently.
"Oh yes" he said, "I have never been fucked before, I've always been regarded as a 'top' by all the guys I've been with" What could I say, I went and sat beside him putting my arm around his shoulder I pulled him against me. Suddenly I realized that he was crying.
"I'm sorry" I said. "I didn't know it went in so easily and you didn't struggle or anything" He looked up at me and quietly said
"Its OK I'm not angry, just very grateful. It was something that I always wanted, but could never bring myself to ask for. You didn't ask, you just took me, and I'm so glad. If I'd thought about it I'd have said no I expect and missed a wonderful moment in my life"
That was eight months ago and since then Jerry and I have become lovers, we are taking about living together, and we both like to fuck each other, at any time.......and I model for him quite a lot!!