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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 63
A Good Time For All On That Thunderstorm Night Last Year
Caught at home in a thunderstorm I was bored and went upstairs and got into some porn that I have laying around. I have a thing, what I like, is a big man giving a butt fuck to a big man. Preferably if they are middle aged or better. I kept a CD a friend gave me, all was supposed to be home filmed stuff of bears with bears, beer belly bears with beer belly bears. Good stuff and when I'm bored I turn to my CD and play with my dick.
On that particular day I got a call from my friend Ed, He and I worked together back in our early days in Engineering and have stayed friends since. He invited me over to pop a movie in the CD and watch together. I got my CD and went over, he had a couple of beers and some snacks and and some lube and some hand towels and we sat on his sofa, on a towel of course, and played with our dick and watched big beer bellied bears fuck. It's nice having someone to share your vices with.
We got to the cigars and he suggested we make a call and see if we could get a couple of boys to come over. By boys, we mean boys in the trade, nice heavy set boys who can do wonders with their dick. He had the number handy, it's a 'service' for seniors and they agreed to send over a couple of boys for us. We waited, and waited and waited. It was two hours before the boys showed up. For this I will call them Jack and Ralph, fiftyish, big, nice big boys, hairy boys, with beer can sized dicks.
While my CD played we took our turn on their dick and they pulled on ours and they lubed us up and at the right moment we took our positions and they got behind us and left their calling card in us. Ed had made arrangements for an all night affair and while the storm raged outside we took our time having fun making out and being handsy. Jack, my guy, was retired Navy and he had some fancy tattoos. Ed's boy, Ralph, had played football for a midwest college. We spent as much time as we could admiring their tools and trading places. Of course, the coup de grace is what we call them over for. No quarter we tell them, no quarter. And they go to work breaking us down until we are begging and all teared up from the pain.
I met Ed in a roundabout way, it was at a party for fellows to watch the big game. We became friends and having the same wants and desires we became friends and have found ways to have fun together. Ed is one of those guys who will give you the shirt off his back, he's that good of a friend. On that night, not the only night mind you, we navigated the fun in the den. Always, my CD, is the center of attention. If you watch carefully you might catch that small birthmark on my ass and Ed's college ring that he forgot to take off.
On that particular day I got a call from my friend Ed, He and I worked together back in our early days in Engineering and have stayed friends since. He invited me over to pop a movie in the CD and watch together. I got my CD and went over, he had a couple of beers and some snacks and and some lube and some hand towels and we sat on his sofa, on a towel of course, and played with our dick and watched big beer bellied bears fuck. It's nice having someone to share your vices with.
We got to the cigars and he suggested we make a call and see if we could get a couple of boys to come over. By boys, we mean boys in the trade, nice heavy set boys who can do wonders with their dick. He had the number handy, it's a 'service' for seniors and they agreed to send over a couple of boys for us. We waited, and waited and waited. It was two hours before the boys showed up. For this I will call them Jack and Ralph, fiftyish, big, nice big boys, hairy boys, with beer can sized dicks.
While my CD played we took our turn on their dick and they pulled on ours and they lubed us up and at the right moment we took our positions and they got behind us and left their calling card in us. Ed had made arrangements for an all night affair and while the storm raged outside we took our time having fun making out and being handsy. Jack, my guy, was retired Navy and he had some fancy tattoos. Ed's boy, Ralph, had played football for a midwest college. We spent as much time as we could admiring their tools and trading places. Of course, the coup de grace is what we call them over for. No quarter we tell them, no quarter. And they go to work breaking us down until we are begging and all teared up from the pain.
I met Ed in a roundabout way, it was at a party for fellows to watch the big game. We became friends and having the same wants and desires we became friends and have found ways to have fun together. Ed is one of those guys who will give you the shirt off his back, he's that good of a friend. On that night, not the only night mind you, we navigated the fun in the den. Always, my CD, is the center of attention. If you watch carefully you might catch that small birthmark on my ass and Ed's college ring that he forgot to take off.
