My dream came true when my boss told me that I would be joining him on an upcoming business trip for a week. I had only worked at the company for a year, but my boss, Mr. Schmidt, had me in heat every time I saw him. I always knew I was gay, but had done the traditional marriage route. I was in a dead marriage from day one. I dutifully had sex with my wife once a week for 20 years until she wanted a divorce. I gladly granted it and loved my new single life. I know most gays are obsessed with youth. At all the bars, any man over the age of 30 or so is looked at like he's archaic or called an "old troll." At first it hurt my feelings, but then I realized they would very soon BE the old trolls and would feel the pain of getting older. Shallow vanity has never been my strong suit. I've always enjoyed the passion of middle aged and older men. I'm 50 now and showing my age a bit. Graying at the temples and an extra ten pounds around my waist. I'm about 5'9, 165 pounds and look decent in my business suit and find older men in suits a major turn on.
I lusted for Mr. Schmidt from the day he hired me. This was a German company here in the US and I had been a liason for when the company had picked a US site. My "gaydar" pinged when I met Mr. Schmidt who looked like a Prussian general. He's rather short, trim, and energetic, maybe 5'7, early 60s. He is balding with only gray hair over his ears and kept very short and neat. Mr. Schmidt keeps a Prussian moustache that is long and twists up past the sides of his lips. His large, hawk-like nose gives him an air of royalty and he carries himself ramrod straight. His chest is nicely developed and I once got the beginnings of an erection when I saw the mat of gray chest hair showing from a pullover shirt he wore on a casual Friday.
I packed my bags with trepidation. I nervously decided about my underwear choice. We were going to be sleeping in the same bed, part of the company's austerity plan during the recession. I pulled out all my briefs and separated them by brand, FTL, Hanes, BVD, Jockey, JC Penny, and Life. I do love my tighty-whiteys and more importantly other men in their white underpants. I chose a new pair of Jockey y-fronts, a pair of JC Penny gold-black waistband briefs, and a crisp new pair of Fruit of the Looms with the blue waistband. I put on a new pair of black waistband BVDs for the plane flight and looked at myself in the mirror. Not too bad for a 50 year old. My short thick limp penis was propped over my scrotum with my plump mushroom now clearly defined by the white cotton. Unfortunately, I'm cut. My father was unable to stop the rat bastard doctors from clipping my foreskin off. I always admired my daddy's real man's peter with his long wrinkled foreskin protecting his sensitive tip. My scrotum is rather hefty and covered in thick black and gray hairs. I love the way briefs hold my testicles up firm against my body. The view started to give me a minor erection so I got dressed and headed for the airport.
When I got there, I met up with Mr. Schmidt and went to the men's room hoping he would follow. No luck, but I did sidle up next to an elegantly dressed silver fox at the urinals. He was easily into his 70s and had a magnificent uncut member hanging from his suit pants. The gentleman had his lengthy foreskin retracted to expose a conical cock tip. I pulled my waistband down and held it under my cock as I peed. We checked each other out and I slipped him my business card and winked at him. He appeared shocked by my brazenness, but tucked my card in his pocket while shaking off the last drops from his limp dick, which had to be at least 5 inches soft. I shook off and snapped my waistband back down over my shaft and knob and headed to the plane. We made small talk on the plane, but mostly Mr. Schmidt and I worked on our presentations. I snuck glances at his crotch throughout the flight. The lump of his knob showed clearly through his expensive gray slacks and it appeared to be suspended over an ample scrotum. I had to force myself to concentrate and not get an erection. I couldn't wait until bedtime so I could see Mr. Schmidt in his undershorts.
When we got to the hotel it was late and we unpacked and decided to hit the sack right away. I stripped down to my BVDs with only a minor erection beginning. I closely watched Mr. Schmidt strip off his suit. He got down to his underpants, which were the new Hanes briefs with the gray waistband, but otherwise white. I stared a bit too long at the impressive outline of his German phallus and his scrotum bulge looked as big as a baseball. He may have been a short a man, but he was packing a man's genitals. When he got in bed, he asked if I minded him watching TV. I said no problem and we watched for a bit when he surprised me by asking if I minded him getting a movie. I agreed and stared in horror and glee as he called up the adult movie selection. He ordered a straight movie and soon the screen was filled with a European movie of a blonde bimbo with a middle-aged Swedish stud servicing her with a large uncut penis. We both made comments and I had a throbbing erection pushing out my underpants. I readjusted it several times and secretly hoped Mr. Schmidt would comment on my rustlings. He didn't. After about an hour, he shut the TV off and turned off the light.
After my eyes adjusted to the dark I looked over to see the sheet bulging where his obviously stiffened cock was. I gazed at it in the dark and longed to stroke my aching boner. I had a major erection and precum had oozed a large wet spot in my briefs. I was thinking of quietly masturbating when I felt the bed rustle. Mr. Schmidt was awake and had pushed the sheet down to his thighs very quietly. I saw his briefs bulge out and his fingers slid down his hairy belly until they reached the waistband. He pried the elastic down and tucked the waistband under his scrotum. I nearly came when I saw his penis flop up against his hairy groin. I saw a thick column of flesh grow hard with his wide knob still encased in thick foreskin. His heavy balls were fairly tight in their sac but still drooped down onto his thighs. Mr. Schmidt lifted his cock up and began to slowly stroke the sleeve of thick flesh up and over his very wide knob. I have a thick girth, but his was nearly a beer can cock. His hand barely fit around the thick shaft as began slow skin backs. My own 6-inch erection was nosing upward into my waistband and begging for release, but I was terrified to even move an inch.
Mr. Schmidt's erection was full now and I guessed it at close to 8 inches, maybe a bit more. But what scared me was his thickness. It was easily the thickest member I had ever seen. I was paralyzed and didn't know what to do until Mr. Schmidt suddenly emitted a stifled but audible grunt. I jumped a bit and my hand made contact with his side. Mr. Schmidt quietly told me it was okay if I needed to masturbate and apologized for waking me. I decided this was my chance and rose up on one arm to watch him stroke. I gently slid my hand down and displaced his hand over his cock. Mr. Schmidt's erection was seething hot to the touch and throbbing in my hand. I gripped it gently, but still firm and felt the veined shaft up and down. I stroked it slowly and pulled his thick foreskin down to reveal the wide mushroom. His precum coated my fingers and I elicited groans of pleasure as I uncapped the tip and ran my thumb over his sensitive tip. Mr. Schmidt's foreskin was so thick and long that I had to force it behind the head with each stroke causing him to moan and squirm from my ministrations.
I couldn't help but move my other hand in and began caressing his scrotum. His balls weren't much bigger than mine, but they were different and I wanted the load of creamy sperm inside them. I rolled over Mr. Schmidt and straddled his legs. I bent down and sucked the cock of my dreams. The knob was so wide it stretched my jaw and the shaft was just as thick. My tongue swirled under and around his foreskin causing him clutch at my head, the sheets, or anything he could get a hold of. My own penis was trapped in the cotton of my briefs, but I didn't care. I wanted this older stud's sperm and I was going to get it. I bobbed up and down his thick shaft as best I could until he grabbed my head and began mumbling in German. I pulled back until only the knob was inside my lips and gave him a quick hand job until he erupted his sperm in my mouth. The first shot splattered my throat and the successive shots plopped onto my tongue. He shot a thick salty orgasm as his balls drained. I counted 9 shots of cum on my tongue until it ebbed to an oozing. I swallowed his sperm but some trickled from the corner of my mouth. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up and beat off. It only took about 10 strokes on my cock before I jetted my pearly cum into the sink.
I crawled back into bed after cleaning myself up a bit. I pulled on my BVDs and crawled into bed like nothing happened. We both fell fast asleep without a word. In the morning, I woke with an erection and a healthy wet spot from precum. I looked over and saw Mr. Schmidt snoring quietly with just a hint of bulge in the sheet where his big German member hid inside his Hanes briefs. I got in the shower and came out to find Mr. Schmidt shaving in the sink naked. I swatted him on the butt and glimpsed his uncut meat hanging down with his large scrotum resting on the edge of the sink. I went in the room with my dick bobbing in front of me. I slipped on an old pair of Hanes white briefs and waited for Mr. Schmidt. He trotted out of the bathroom 20 minutes later and I gawked at how far down his legs his balls hung. Mr. Schmidt slipped into a pair of new Hanes with gray waistband and tucked his ample scrotum and heavy uncut penis into the briefs. Wow, what a great week this was going to be!
That night, we retire to the room after a boring day of meetings. Mr. Schmidt had been a bit less formal today which was probably hard for him to do. He was so by the book. Once we got to the room, everything changed. He took charge and pulled me in for a kiss. I leaned in and returned the strong, probing thrusts of his tongue. He urged me downward and I sunk to my knees obediently. I dropped his trousers and the briefs with them. His thick cock popped outward and jabbed me in the nose and cheek. A large dab of precum was left warm on my cheek as the clear liquid oozed from the puckered, wrinkled folds of his foreskin. My tongue snuck out and licked it clean as I used my left hand to skin back his thick folds of foreskin. His knob was beautiful and marvelously thick and broad. I licked it like a boy licks his first lollipop. I caused Mr. Schmidt to groan and hunch his hips slightly from my work. I swallowed his shaft halfway and let my tongue run over the veins on his shaft.
After 5 minutes of sucking and groping his heavy ox nuts, he ordered me to strip off my clothes. I did so fast! I was laying naked on the bed when he returned from the bathroom with 8 inches of uncut meat wagging in front of him. He carried a towel and lubricant. Boy was I in for it. His cock was damn bigger than any I had taken in awhile. I wanted it though, bad. I drew my legs up as Mr. Schmidt's small, but strong fingers jabbed lubricant up my rear end. He worked one, then two fingers inside and ran several dollops of lubricant into my opening. Then, he sat back on his heels and lubricated his full erection. It glistened in the dim light of a table lamp in the corner as I prepared to be bred by this old German stud. I felt the foreskin-enshrouded knob probe my hole trying to find purchase. I lifted up a bit and his big knob popped into my sphincter. I jumped at the girth of his knob knocking on my tunnel. I pressed down slightly as Mr. Schmidt stared intently at the headboard. I wondered if this was how he conceived his children with Frau Schmidt? Boring and methodical? I felt his ample knob pop through my muscle and 4 inches of cock burrowed into my tunnel. OHHHHHHHH, I grunted as his girth spread my sphincter wide. I looked down and found Mr. Schmidt grinning through his moustache. He told me I was in for the night of my life and I believed every word of my mature boss. With that, Mr. Schmidt eased his baby maker all the way into my tight, clutching rear end. I felt the fat balls press into my cheeks and the mattress. I had 8 thick inches embedded in my tunnel and it felt hot, painful, yet shots of pleasure pulsed through my body. My own erection was painfully hard against my belly and my big balls hung down towards where Mr. Schmidt's erection was implanted in my ass.
The strokes began with a quite slap of flesh followed by a clutching moan from deep in my chest. Precum literally dribbled constantly from my tip onto my belly. The bed creaked quietly at first and then began to thump as Mr. Schmidt methodically pounded his member faster in and out of me. I was in ecstasy as my boss bred me like a mare in heat. He was enjoying himself with a wicked grin alternating with deep sighs of pleasure as this cock was grabbed tight by my tunnel. The fucking grew more intense as I tried desperately not to cum from the pressure on my prostate. Mr. Schmidt was popping his big member into me at a steady rhythmic rate with no sign of an impending orgasm. His discipline was phenomenal. Soon, the bed squeaked and the headboard kept a steady thumping beat in time with his manly thrusts in my man pussy. If anyone was next door, they were getting a real gay education tonight! I was crying out softly and begging Mr. Schmidt to fuck me harder, faster, more, more, MORE! I knew my orgasm was coming and warned him, but Mr. Schmidt just smiled and forced more thick shaft into me even faster. My balls constricted and pulled up hard and tight to my body as the first train of hot sperm raced down my tube and plastered my chest hair with a first thick jet of cum. My next three wads of sperm landed on my chest and belly as Mr. Schmidt forced them out with long slow thrusts of his big German dick.
I gasped for air as I got light headed from my ejaculation. My hips jerked involuntarily as my cock softened and Mr. Schmidt resumed his almost brutal assault on my rear end. I loved it as sweat dripped off him as his hips pumped along like a well- oiled machine. After 10 more minutes, Mr. Schmidt began to force quick grunts out and I knew he was going to spurt his cum in me. I clutched at his shoulders as he bent down and mashed me with a strong deep kiss. His tongue wrapped around mine as I realized his pulsing penis was filling me with his heavy white syrup. He finally relaxed and rested on his elbows above me. I felt his cock slowly shrink down until it fell out with a quick wet noise from the lubricant and cum. He rolled off and went to the bathroom to wash up. He returned and put on his Hanes whiteys and fell fast asleep. I cleaned up and put on some new Jockey y-fronts and dreamed of being serviced again. The next morning I woke up and gave him a full blowjob and swallowed an impressive load of his sperm before breakfast. Throughout the day, I would sneak grabs of his crotch and took 3 more loads of sperm up my butt before the end of our trip. We live together now and I live in his house and am only allowed to wear my briefs or nothing at all times. My mouth and ass are his personal playground. I worship his big uncut German meat and service him regularly. He even lets me fuck him occasionally.
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