The elder Part three
Just to catch you up, a college gymnast came to check out my gloryhole in hopes that it would be a safe place that his Dad could come to so he wouldn’t cheat on his sick wife. He felt that having sex with a woman was cheating but getting sucked off by a man was just getting off.
Not sure how the gymnast talked him into coming to my services, but kneelers can’t be choosers, if you catch my drift.
I’m sure that the family members had a strange conversation. “Hey, Dad. Want to get your dick wet?” “Sure. Sign me up.” NOT!!!
It took a month for the old man to get talked into it. Carl, the college gymnast, felt it was his duty to come by the house every weekend to check out ALL the services I had to offer. Who was I to say no?
So, the Saturday night of our big adventure was at hand. I scrubbed up the space to a high shine, mopped the floor, cleaned up the bedroom just in case.
Carl had taken his Dad out to dinner. There was to be glasses of wine involved, I understand. The Aunt was staying with mom for the weekend and the guys were taking advantage of the free time.
Carl didn’t want John, his Dad, to know where they were going so, when they left the restaurant John had to put on a blind fold.
I was kneeling at 6:30 because I knew that Carl was like a man in a porn shop and would be there way earlier than 7:00.
I guessed right. He and John were there at 6:40.
It was funny hearing the banter between the two men as the younger tried to maneuver the older down the steps.
“Carl, I swear if you’re going to kill me for the money, it’s all gone. You’ll never see a cent of it.”
“This from the man that had to borrow 20 bucks to tip the waitress. You’re in good hands. Trust me.”
Carl had figured out after the first visit that I could see and watch as the person (or persons) crossed to hole. He was so cute as he locked the door, turned to me with a big smile and gave me a thumbs up. And, for good measure, he grabbed his hard cock. LOL
“You’re going to walk forward with your hands behind you. NO!!” he said as John tried to take off the blindfold. “I want you too totally be in the dark. Understand?”
John just heaved a large sigh. “Yes, sir.”
Both Carl and I had to cover our mouths for fear of laughing out loud.
“Let’s go.” They moved closer and, in the sweatpants on both the men, I could see that they were both ready.
I could feel the intense heat coming through the hole as they got close.
“So, this is what’s going to happen. The man on the other side of this hole is going to reach through and free your cock. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not at all. I’m going to step back.” I could see, in the folds of the cloth that Carl was giving John a hug and I could hear him move away.
I reached through the hole, cupped my hand on to his bulge and, slowly, moved the fabric of his appendage.
I no sooner put my hand on his 12-inch cut cock then he shot a HUGE load all over my hand, the hole, cloth and the ceiling. Then his knees buckled. It was lucky that Carl had stayed near because he was able to catch John before his hit the ground. I got up quick, moved the glory hole and was helping Carl to move him to the floor.
“OH MY GOD!!!! I KILLED him.”
“Calm down, Buddy. He’s not dead at all. Run in and get some bottled water and a clean towel form the bathroom.”
“But…”
“Do it now.”
I moved over and put John’s head into my lap, so Carl felt safe leaving him, if only for a second.
I soaked the towel and replaced the blindfold with the moistened cloth. I checked his pulse. He was doing much better. Carl kept patting his hand, like that was going to help at all.
John made noises like he was coming to. I kept the towel over his eyes but had him sit up a little at a time.
I was going to salvage this night so everyone would have a much better time then we were having at that moment.
In a Scottish Brogue I said, “So, are you done with your little adventure, are ya?” I used the accent so, if he left now, he wouldn’t be embarrassed the next time he saw me in the supermarket or church.
He got a look on his face. Then he got the most beautiful smile on his face.
“Does it have to be over? I don’t remember it starting.”
Carl fell into his arms. “Holy Shit. I thought you were dead.”
Even with the towel covering his eyes he was able to find his son’s bright red hair and give it a toss.
“If I had known I was going to act that way I would have jacked off a number of times before. I haven’t cum in about 3 months. I would like to not wait another 3 months to do that, Please. Blindfold?”
Carl was really relived. I helped John stand after I put the blindfold back on.
I gave the “One Minute” finger to Carl. I went and got a chair, sat it on the suckee side of the door frame, fixed the cloth so it could be arranged for the chair and lead John, being held up by Carl, to have a seat.
“I’ll not have you fallen on your arse again if I have anything to do with it.” I’m so proud of my accent. Years of community theatre.
Before he sat down, he shucked off his pants and let his legs spread way open.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’ll have ya take off your shirt as well, I don’t like my feast covered by cloth.”
John unbuttoned the shirt but forgot to do that to the sleeves, so Carl helped him.
When I caught Carl’s eye, I motioned him to come over to my side of the door and pull out his cock. If it had been darker, I might have seen sparks flying as he came through.
When he started stroking his meat, I slapped his hand. “Mine”
“What?” John asked.
“I was looking at the mountain in front of me and I was thinkin’, ‘Acres and acres, and it all mine.’”
I started moving my hands all over his body. My mouth was licking and nibbling where it could with my hands touching all that I could. I was more aware and backed off when he got close.
Carl had been right about one thing. John’s cock was bigger but a little narrower than Carl’s. tt fit all the way down my throat much easier. I didn’t even have to take out the teeth. A fact that John seemed to really enjoy.
I licked his balls and played a little with the pucker but John didn’t seem to enjoy that, so I spent more time on the balls.
I caught a look at Carl as he seemed mesmerized by what was going on.
I snapped at him. He looked into my eyes. I pointed to a salve jar that was resting on a shelf. He picked it up and opened it.
I stuck two fingers in the opening and used what I found on my exposed ass. I then got some more and rubbed it on Carl’s monster of a cock.
I didn’t have to say anything else.
He got behind me faster than a duck on a June bug.
I had been working on my hole for a week hoping this would come to fruition and now it was ready.
I took John’s cock into my mouth and started playing with his enlarged nipples.
My hand only left the right nipple when I reached back and pulled Carl hard on my ass.
He moaned and you could hear his balls slap on mine.
“Baby, I’m going to fill your belly. Right NOW!!!”
John shoved me all the way down on his cock and held me there. We could hear Carl pounding my ass. Carl reached up and twisted my nipple hard. That sent me over the edge, and I came without touching myself.
Carl was heading for home plate when I heard John yell, “Pound Jeff’s ass, Son. Make it count!!!”
I was in hog heaven.
Fed, breed and almost left for dead.
It took us all a while to come back to earth.
I was disengaging from all the man meat when it dawned on me what John had said, “Pound Jeff’s Ass, Son. Make it count.”
I could barely stand to take down the cloth.
John was still sitting in the chair with his head tilting back.
The gig was up.
“Alright, John. How the hell did you know it was me?”
He got up, took off the blindfold and enveloped me in his arms. “I have seen every play at the Community Theatre, and you had the same Scottish Brogue in ‘Brigadoon’. I know I was going to be safe AND have a good time. Now I have to piss like a racehorse.”
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Not sure how the gymnast talked him into coming to my services, but kneelers can’t be choosers, if you catch my drift.
I’m sure that the family members had a strange conversation. “Hey, Dad. Want to get your dick wet?” “Sure. Sign me up.” NOT!!!
It took a month for the old man to get talked into it. Carl, the college gymnast, felt it was his duty to come by the house every weekend to check out ALL the services I had to offer. Who was I to say no?
So, the Saturday night of our big adventure was at hand. I scrubbed up the space to a high shine, mopped the floor, cleaned up the bedroom just in case.
Carl had taken his Dad out to dinner. There was to be glasses of wine involved, I understand. The Aunt was staying with mom for the weekend and the guys were taking advantage of the free time.
Carl didn’t want John, his Dad, to know where they were going so, when they left the restaurant John had to put on a blind fold.
I was kneeling at 6:30 because I knew that Carl was like a man in a porn shop and would be there way earlier than 7:00.
I guessed right. He and John were there at 6:40.
It was funny hearing the banter between the two men as the younger tried to maneuver the older down the steps.
“Carl, I swear if you’re going to kill me for the money, it’s all gone. You’ll never see a cent of it.”
“This from the man that had to borrow 20 bucks to tip the waitress. You’re in good hands. Trust me.”
Carl had figured out after the first visit that I could see and watch as the person (or persons) crossed to hole. He was so cute as he locked the door, turned to me with a big smile and gave me a thumbs up. And, for good measure, he grabbed his hard cock. LOL
“You’re going to walk forward with your hands behind you. NO!!” he said as John tried to take off the blindfold. “I want you too totally be in the dark. Understand?”
John just heaved a large sigh. “Yes, sir.”
Both Carl and I had to cover our mouths for fear of laughing out loud.
“Let’s go.” They moved closer and, in the sweatpants on both the men, I could see that they were both ready.
I could feel the intense heat coming through the hole as they got close.
“So, this is what’s going to happen. The man on the other side of this hole is going to reach through and free your cock. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not at all. I’m going to step back.” I could see, in the folds of the cloth that Carl was giving John a hug and I could hear him move away.
I reached through the hole, cupped my hand on to his bulge and, slowly, moved the fabric of his appendage.
I no sooner put my hand on his 12-inch cut cock then he shot a HUGE load all over my hand, the hole, cloth and the ceiling. Then his knees buckled. It was lucky that Carl had stayed near because he was able to catch John before his hit the ground. I got up quick, moved the glory hole and was helping Carl to move him to the floor.
“OH MY GOD!!!! I KILLED him.”
“Calm down, Buddy. He’s not dead at all. Run in and get some bottled water and a clean towel form the bathroom.”
“But…”
“Do it now.”
I moved over and put John’s head into my lap, so Carl felt safe leaving him, if only for a second.
I soaked the towel and replaced the blindfold with the moistened cloth. I checked his pulse. He was doing much better. Carl kept patting his hand, like that was going to help at all.
John made noises like he was coming to. I kept the towel over his eyes but had him sit up a little at a time.
I was going to salvage this night so everyone would have a much better time then we were having at that moment.
In a Scottish Brogue I said, “So, are you done with your little adventure, are ya?” I used the accent so, if he left now, he wouldn’t be embarrassed the next time he saw me in the supermarket or church.
He got a look on his face. Then he got the most beautiful smile on his face.
“Does it have to be over? I don’t remember it starting.”
Carl fell into his arms. “Holy Shit. I thought you were dead.”
Even with the towel covering his eyes he was able to find his son’s bright red hair and give it a toss.
“If I had known I was going to act that way I would have jacked off a number of times before. I haven’t cum in about 3 months. I would like to not wait another 3 months to do that, Please. Blindfold?”
Carl was really relived. I helped John stand after I put the blindfold back on.
I gave the “One Minute” finger to Carl. I went and got a chair, sat it on the suckee side of the door frame, fixed the cloth so it could be arranged for the chair and lead John, being held up by Carl, to have a seat.
“I’ll not have you fallen on your arse again if I have anything to do with it.” I’m so proud of my accent. Years of community theatre.
Before he sat down, he shucked off his pants and let his legs spread way open.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’ll have ya take off your shirt as well, I don’t like my feast covered by cloth.”
John unbuttoned the shirt but forgot to do that to the sleeves, so Carl helped him.
When I caught Carl’s eye, I motioned him to come over to my side of the door and pull out his cock. If it had been darker, I might have seen sparks flying as he came through.
When he started stroking his meat, I slapped his hand. “Mine”
“What?” John asked.
“I was looking at the mountain in front of me and I was thinkin’, ‘Acres and acres, and it all mine.’”
I started moving my hands all over his body. My mouth was licking and nibbling where it could with my hands touching all that I could. I was more aware and backed off when he got close.
Carl had been right about one thing. John’s cock was bigger but a little narrower than Carl’s. tt fit all the way down my throat much easier. I didn’t even have to take out the teeth. A fact that John seemed to really enjoy.
I licked his balls and played a little with the pucker but John didn’t seem to enjoy that, so I spent more time on the balls.
I caught a look at Carl as he seemed mesmerized by what was going on.
I snapped at him. He looked into my eyes. I pointed to a salve jar that was resting on a shelf. He picked it up and opened it.
I stuck two fingers in the opening and used what I found on my exposed ass. I then got some more and rubbed it on Carl’s monster of a cock.
I didn’t have to say anything else.
He got behind me faster than a duck on a June bug.
I had been working on my hole for a week hoping this would come to fruition and now it was ready.
I took John’s cock into my mouth and started playing with his enlarged nipples.
My hand only left the right nipple when I reached back and pulled Carl hard on my ass.
He moaned and you could hear his balls slap on mine.
“Baby, I’m going to fill your belly. Right NOW!!!”
John shoved me all the way down on his cock and held me there. We could hear Carl pounding my ass. Carl reached up and twisted my nipple hard. That sent me over the edge, and I came without touching myself.
Carl was heading for home plate when I heard John yell, “Pound Jeff’s ass, Son. Make it count!!!”
I was in hog heaven.
Fed, breed and almost left for dead.
It took us all a while to come back to earth.
I was disengaging from all the man meat when it dawned on me what John had said, “Pound Jeff’s Ass, Son. Make it count.”
I could barely stand to take down the cloth.
John was still sitting in the chair with his head tilting back.
The gig was up.
“Alright, John. How the hell did you know it was me?”
He got up, took off the blindfold and enveloped me in his arms. “I have seen every play at the Community Theatre, and you had the same Scottish Brogue in ‘Brigadoon’. I know I was going to be safe AND have a good time. Now I have to piss like a racehorse.”
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