The tip of my tongue gently pressed against his anus. He was 60 and I was, well, young. He had ravished me for much of the afternoon and then we fell asleep, our bodies intertwined, our lips touching. My asshole was still raw from his relentless assault, but I was happy. Just thinking about the moment his cum had erupted into my bowels sent an electric spasm of pleasure from my belly to the spongy, delicate head of my penis. He was in a deep sleep, satisfied, but I wanted more. Actually, I wished that he would remain in his sweet slumber and leave me free to explore his private places unnoticed. Slowly, carefully, I had withdrawn from his embrace and slid down along his body until my eyes were within an inch of his thick, limp member. It was naturally long and my body shuddered spontaneously as I imagined that slab of meat, hardened by his lust for me, piercing the tiny cave nestled between my buttocks. I could not fathom how I had been able to withstand his assault except that the intensity of my own passion had allowed me to surpass the pain of his invasion.
He was deep asleep, snoring gently, as my tongue delicately reached the tip of his manhood. I could taste the trace of his cum lingering there. Slowly I took the head of his cock into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. He groaned a little and his body shifted slightly but he remained sleeping. Maybe my gentle fellating was just part of a dream he was having. Little by little I took his whole love-rod into my mouth, my soft, boyish lips sliding back and forth along the length of his fleshy organ. I appreciated that he kept his pubis shaved smoothly, including his ball-sack. His skin, although aged, was as delicate and fresh as a young boys'. His testicles were two large orbs filling his round, saucy scrotum. All in all, he was blessed with a substantial and exquisite sexual organ. Gently I began licking his scrotum, alternately sucking each of his testicles into my mouth and delicately caressing them with the tip of my tongue, first one, then the other. Indulging myself this way, my young, small prick began to swell, becoming stiff and hard. Oh! my heart was pounding, yet amazingly he still slept. I grew bolder.
He was laying on his side in his slumber and I put my hand on his hip. Slowly I slid my fingers onto his buttocks -- which, like his front, were as smooth as the flesh of a young virgin -- and along his tender skin until I reached the crevice of his ass. My fingers lingered there for a few moments and then ever-so-softly began to probe deeper until they found his back entrance. His anus, as I expected, was swollen and warm. I thought about how many times other men's cocks, much larger and more threatening than my own, must have penetrated his most delicate love-hole. I imagined how he must have pushed his ass saucily toward his lovers' faces, as they pulled his cheeks apart and exposed his back entrance to their hungry view. I also imagined their fingers, covered with saliva or cream, massaging his well used anus in preparation for their relentless assault. Oh, how they must have lusted to violate that rosy, bulging, saucy entrance! I could feel the excitement they must have felt in the certain knowledge that within moments their hard, tingling cocks would be piercing that inviting hole, raping it until every last drop of cum in their testicles had been deposited deep in the velvet hole between his luscious cheeks.
He was still in a profound sleep, or so it seemed. His breathing was long and deep, a deepness which I attributed to his 60 years. I put my forefinger in my mouth and covered it with my saliva, then pushed it gently into his love-hole. His anus was oh so warm and unexpectedly tight. Slowly, I pushed it all the way in. It felt so smooth in there! I felt I wanted my whole hand inside of him. I slowly began fucking him with my finger, back and forth, faster then slower then faster again. His sphincter opened wider and I inserted a second finger. Still he showed no signs of a response, so I kept enjoying and playing with his delicious ass. My other hand was caressing the smooth skin of his butt as I now knelt on my knees and, leaning over, began softly kissing and licking his ass. Carefully, I moved my body around to his backside, my head near his anus, my knees near his feet. Gently parting his ass-cheeks I gazed at his swollen entrance. Oh clearly it had been used and abused so many times! I removed my fingers and slowly pressed my tongue into his love-hole. It opened spontaneously to my pressure and I could taste the inside of his sphincter. Amazingly, he still gave no response to my careful invasion, so I gently kept probing with my tongue, deeper and deeper.
My cock was now raging hard, my balls aching, and I wanted nothing more than to push my tight, rigid penis as deep into his love-hole as I could shove it. God, I wanted to cum in his ass, to feel my hot, young cum spurting deep into him, to fuck his puckered, swollen anus until I collapsed in exhaustion. With insane stupidity, I turned my body and slid my hips up to his ass until my boy-meat found his entrance. Delirious, I pushed it all the way in and slowly began to hump his lush sphincter. With a rythmical movement of my hips I fucked him, slowly at first, then a little faster, a little harder. Soon, I was in a spasm of intense pleasure as the cum in my young testicles spurted deeply into his anal shaft. I kept coming in waves, overwhelmed by my own intensity. My head suddenly filled with a white light and I almost lost consciousness. Then, with my last spurt of jism, I pulled out and rolled onto my back, totally spent.
My heart continued to pound as I wondered how I managed to do the deed to my sleeping friend. How was I able to fuck this man, old enough to be my grandfather, until I came deep in his bowels as he slept? As I was reflecting thus, he suddenly he sat up, turned around and stared at me, hard. I was in shock. Without warning, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved me face-down onto the bed, but not before I caught a glimpse of his massive erection. He had not been sleeping! It was all a pretence. My god, what an innocent fool I was. Now he was going to use me without consideration or gentleness! I quivered in fear. What had I done? How could I have been so stupid? I felt a wave of anguish and fear. Pushing me roughly, face and belly down into the bed, he straddled me, his balls on my ass, his mouth near my ear. "Now, I'm going to give you the fucking of your life-time, my little boy-cunt!" These were his last words. From here on it was all action. Grunting, he shoved his fingers in my mouth and covered them with my saliva. Then I felt him reach down between his legs, massaging his already stiff, thick weapon with the juices of my mouth. Then he shoved a pillow under my hips, keeping my legs together as he spread his powerful thighs on either side of my own. With his full weight was almost crushing me I could hardly breathe. I was terrified.
He began sliding his hips against my small, round buttocks, his hard meat sliding back and forth in the valley between. He was groaning with lust and pleasure. Then without warning, he shoved the thick, spongy head of his penis hard into my anus. I felt a searing pain and begged him to stop, but he showed me no mercy. Repeatedly, he plunged his manhood deep into me, until I felt as if I was being split apart. He was powerful in spite of his age. He buried his face deep into the crevice of my neck, biting my skin, while his arms and hands slid under my belly, cupping and kneading and squeezing my cock and balls. His hips undulated rapidly as he fucked my boy-hole over and over relentlessly. I could feel the hair on his chest rubbing against the tender skin of my upper back. His powerful legs kept squeezing my own together, compressing my ass cheeks, making my back entrance tighter, increasing his sensation of pleasure. It hurt, it really hurt, yet I was in a kind of ecstacy. Somehow I managed to turn my mouth onto his own and shove my tongue between his lips and into his mouth in a hot, deep french kiss. We were now mouth-fucking each other while his 60 year old massive manhood ravaged my ass and sphincter. Our mutual intensity only became more intense until he let out a yell and with one final, massive thrust he shot his hot, thick cum deep in my bowels. One spurt followed another, as his entire body shuddered with each wave of ejaculation. I was totally engulfed by him and absolutely helpless before his onslaught. Finally his lust was exhausted and with his last spasm he withdrew, rolling off of me onto his back. I lay bewildered beside him for some time.
Slowly, desiring to give him one last wave of pleasure, I turned my body around and straddled him with my legs. I slide my ravaged anus towards his face, until his eyes were mere inches from my glory hole. My balls were touching his lips, my young pert ass in full view. And my god, my boy-hole must have been red and swollen and glistening! He caressed my ass-cheeks as he took in the view. He kissed them. I responded by pushing downward in my bowels until my anus opened slightly. Breathing slowly now, I could feel the warm fluid of his ejaculate beginning to ooz out of my boy-hole and down the crevice of my ass onto his mouth and lips. I know that this made him happy. And it made me happy to feel his warm wet tongue licking his cum from my anus and testicles. When he had finished cleaning my back entrance he then softly sucked the tip of my cock into his mouth until even my testicles were engulfed, his tongue gently massaging my most private parts. What a moment! I will never forget him.
Joey Primavera