0 comments/ 49440 views/ 3 favorites New Kid on the Block By: Karl_Felix It’s difficult being the new guy in the office really. I mean, you may know your profession properly and be comfortable with what to do but you just don’t know the environment, the pecking order, who’s who and why. That’s how my first day at the new office was. To get me over this I had Bill. Bill was going to be sort of a colleague of mine and sort of a boss. He was a nice enough bloke, about twice my age I would guess and had been with the company for some time, so I was grateful for his guidance. It was a small office, around 25 people in an open plan area but with some sections separated for some level of privacy and a handful of offices around the way for the directors. Because of this everyone knew everyone and there were the usual cliques, those running down the managers and spreading the rumours, those who were victims of the rumours, those who were just in it until retirement and those of us, like me, who just liked to get our heads down and do the job. My job, in this case, was the network, the computers, in fact, anything that was plugged in. I was the IT department. That meant that eventually I was going to know everyone, usually when they had a problem. The first time I saw her I was shocked; she was absolutely stunning. She was the Personal Assistant to the CEO, so probably the most important person to get along with. In a twist of fate the first thing I saw of her was her backside, held tightly in a short suit skirt bending over to put some files in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet behind her. It was a gorgeous backside, with a pair of slender shapely legs beneath it and to top it all she was wearing what must have been 5” patent black stiletto shoes. I was conscious that I was staring at her backside just as she turned slightly to look up at us. “Karl, this is Kelly. Kelly, this is Karl. Karl’s taking over from David to look after the IT.” Bill said by way of introduction. I was glad that Bill spoke out when he did because that broke the moment for me. Kelly stood up and this time offered me a frontal view of her. I was trying to make a good impression so I had to fight every impulse that was drawing my eyes down and kept them locked on those beautiful jade green eyes. “Hi, how are you doing?” I asked, offering my hand. She looked down to my hand for an instant and that was my chance to look down and scan her body. One glimpse was enough to make me decide that she was not hired for the number of words that she could type per minute, which for me would be good as it would mean that I would have to visit her every five minutes to fix something simple. This job was looking up already. Let me explain. I’ve already painted a picture of her behind and legs, let me paint a picture of her full stance. She was about 5’10” with the heels on so I was just about eye to eye with her. She had an amazing figure and wore clothing the emphasised it, from the short tight skirt, to the large O necked Lycra T-Shirt thing that barely hid the ample and obviously enhanced breasts, to the suit jacket that made emphasised her slim figure. Her hair was long, all the way down her back to her backside and red, the pale straw red that I love so much. I was in love at first site with this siren. No, that’s wrong; I was in lust at first site. She took my hand and smiled, looking back up at me and I’m pleased to say that I’d got my view completed before she noticed. “Hi there Karl.” That was the start of the introduction. I talked about the network and what I was there for and was surprised just how much she knew about the IT systems. In fact, it appeared that I was wrong to judge her just by her looks. Talking to her for that short time I realised that she was smart, friendly and professional. When we walked away I was surprised when Bill pulled me into one of the meeting rooms. “Karl, I’ve got a warning for you.” He said. “A warning? Okay, what is it?” I asked. “Don’t.” “Don’t?” “Don’t.” he repeated. “She’s trouble, don’t make any move on her.” I was surprised and somewhat curious about this now. “Why, is she banging the boss or something?” “No.” he said as he looked around. He saw her walking down the corridor past the meeting room we were in and for a moment I thought I saw something akin to fear in him. “Just… don’t.” he said as he turned and made for the door. I was right about her being knowledgeable about IT and her job, which in turn meant that I never ended up having to do anything for her, much to my annoyance. I’d catch glimpses of her around the office, always stunningly attractive and when she caught a glimpse of me she would smile at me. I have to admit that she did appear in my fantasies every night. Night after night I would end up masturbating to mental images of her lips around my cock, those jade eyes looking up into mine as she knelt between my knees and sucked me off. Little did I know that my fantasies were about to be driven into overtime. It was about two weeks later that I was to get that surprise. It was Friday and that meant dress down day. This Friday she came into the office wearing a knee length black leather skirt, a t-shirt that exposed her midriff (and I’m sure that I caught a belly button piercing under it) and a pair of black leather fuck-me boots. She must have known the effect that she had on the men in the office, but then again I noticed that most of the men tried their best to stay away from her. Around 10 I decided to pop into the small kitchen area that we had to make a cuppa. Well, that was my excuse and had nothing to do with the fact that I had seen her go in there a couple of minutes before. There was another woman in the office that was really attractive; slightly shorter, short raven hair, nice body but definitely number two to Kelly. Her name was Melanie, or Mel as everyone knew her and I generally found her to be too flaky to want to get to know better. As I entered the kitchen I saw Kelly and Mel in an embrace, kissing slowly. I froze, looking at them like a rabbit caught in the beams of an oncoming car. I was aware I was staring straight at them, getting harder with every second, every caress, and every click of mouths separating. Suddenly Kelly opened her eyes, looking straight at me and I realised I was caught, but even then I could not look away. Kelly didn’t look away either, instead she drew her hand up and cupped Mel’s breast, squeezing it and caressing the nipple beneath the material of her top with a perfectly manicured nail. I must have stayed like that for seconds before my brain caught up with me and I stepped backwards out of the kitchen. For the rest of the day I could not concentrate. The image of Kelly and Mel in the kitchen kissing and caressing like that invaded every thought I had. Every time I looked over at the kitchen, every time I caught a glimpse of Kelly or Mel that picture returned, along with a painfully stiff hard on. That lunch I had to spend in the loos masturbating and I definitely needed a new set of sheets on the bed after that weekend. That explained Bill’s warning, she was a lesbian, he was warning me off her. The office party was held a few weeks after the kitchen incident. Kelly never confronted me over what happened in the kitchen which surprised me, in fact she appeared to be avoiding me somewhat. The office party was themed, American South class was what was on the invite so mostly it was men in white suits with white Stetsons and women in white period dresses. Kelly, surprise surprise, had some white bustier type arrangement going on which prominently displayed her ample chest and narrow hips. The food was not particularly good but the drink was free, so people were getting rather merry rather quickly, including me. I’d decided that I was going to talk to Kelly about what I had seen in the kitchen in case she felt concerned about what I thought of it and after a couple of hours I’d managed to draw up enough Dutch courage to see her. I chose my time, waiting for her to be alone for a short time before sidling up to her with a glass in my hand. “Champagne?” She turned around and looked at me, then the glass. “Thanks.” She said, taking the glass from me. “So, how are you finding the job?” “It’s nice, varied, nice people to work with. I’d say I’m enjoying myself. Enjoying the party?” “It’s…. okay.” “Okay?” “Well, no one seems to want to dance with me.” She said. “Someone’s been putting around rumours about me or something.” “Oh, well, in that case, would you care to dance?” I asked, jumping at the opportunity. Her face brightened up as she smiled at me. “Why thank you kind sir, I’d be honoured.” She said in a faux Texan accent. So we want over to the dance floor and danced a little. I have to admit I’m not much of a dancer so I mostly milled around while she moved around me. Then a waltz started and she pressed in close to me, took my hand and started walking me around the dance floor in a three step. Her body pressing against mine was enough to start me off again and I could feel a rising in my trousers but hoped that she couldn’t. Eventually the waltz ended and I managed to pull her away from the dance floor and over to a table where we could talk a little while hiding my embarrassment. “Look, Kelly, I just wanted to say, um. About the incident in the kitchen…” “Yes?” “Well, um.” This had gone a lot better when I practiced it in the mirror. “I just wanted to say…” “… you enjoyed it?” “No. Well, no, not like that. I mean…” “You mean you don’t like women kissing?” “No, that’s not what I mean. I’m, er, this is all coming out wrong.” “So a little bi-sexuality doesn’t bother you then?” “Bi-sexuality?” “Yes.” “Well, no, it doesn’t bother me at all.” She wasn’t a lesbian, she was bi-sexual. Oh this was going to be bad for my bed sheets. “Good. So, what else doesn’t bother you?” she said, looking straight into my eyes again. I could see some mischief in that look, punctuated by her delicately taking the straw of her drink between her lips and sucking strongly on it. In the back of my head there was Bill’s warning but then there was her apparent upset about rumours about her being spread, a hard on that was threatening to rip my trousers in two and enough alcohol in me to make me overcome my trepidation. “Well, quite a few things don’t bother me actually.” “Good. I like a man who’s willing to experiment. Tell me, and don’t hold back. Just tell me what it is that you enjoy.” The look I was getting now was less playful and more serious. “Well, I like to start with some teasing. A little oral maybe.” “Spit or swallow?” “Well, it’s rude to spit.” I said, a little taken aback with her abruptness. “Good.” ‘Good?’ I thought, ‘Good response’ “Okay, caressing, forep….” “You’re losing me here, I want facts.” She said, interrupting me. I decided to take a risk “Okay, bondage, restraint rather than pain.” She smiled again and I took that to be a good sign. “Toys, masturbation, shaving, um, video, um…” more smiling, I must be on the right track now. Trouble was, I was flagging, what else was there? “Leather, PVC, handcuffs….” “Okay, they’re not acts, they’re items of apparel.” “Right, in that case, I can’t think of anything else specific but I’m open minded.” I said, hoping that it was enough. “What about anal?” she said. I’d forgotten that. I’d never tried it before. “I’m curious but never tried it.” “Ah, something new for you then.” She sucked on her straw provocatively. “So, are you married then?” “No. Young, free and single.” “Good. So, your place or mine?” I was in. Inside I whooped for joy. “Well, my place is a typical bachelor’s pad.” “You mean it’s a mess and you’ve not changed the sheets this month.” “Something like that, yes.” “Okay, my place then.” She stood up. “Well, get your coat, you’ve pulled.” I stood up, eagerly looking forward to the rest of the weekend. As I did so I caught Bob’s eye. He was looking straight at me, shaking his head. I could see him mouth ‘Don’t do it’ but I didn’t care. I waved at him then turned and followed Kelly. Her place was big and out of the way, obviously paid for by someone else rather than her as there was no way that she could afford it on her salary. I wanted to play it a little cool and so resisted the urge to start pawing at her as soon as we went through the door, instead I followed her into the lounge. “Take a seat and get comfortable, I’ll be down in a minute once I’ve slipped into something a little more comfortable.” She said as she walked out of the lounge through another door. I took a look around the lounge while I impatiently waited for her to come down. I looked at her bookshelf full of books (nice mix but nothing sexual) her video collection (usual chick-flick type stuff, some action) and her magazines (cosmopolitan, woman, usual stuff really). She was taking her time and I was curious, after all a woman of such obvious sexual drive must have had some sexual paraphernalia around, surely. I decided to try opening a couple of drawers quietly. It took a few attempts but finally I hit pay dirt, in a small drawer almost hidden under the coffee table top there were three different dildos and some handcuffs. Naturally, it was that point that she entered the room without making a noise. “Find what you were looking for?” she asked. Changing into something more comfortable meant changing into a tight PVC cat-suit, a ½ corset and laced knee length stiletto heeled boots. Once again I had been caught and this time she was obviously going to press the point. “Yes, I have I think.” I said, hoping that I could make it look as innocent as possible. “Well, I think we may end up using those at some point tonight.” She said, although she didn’t look too happy, more irritated than anything else. “Look, I’m sorry, I was curious.” “It doesn’t matter. So, are you coming upstairs to my little boudoir then?” she asked. I didn’t need a second invitation. I indicated to her to lead the way and followed her up the stairs, watching that backside encased in tight PVC as it wiggled its way up the stairs. Little boudoir was an understatement. It was a stereotypical bedroom of pleasure. Cupboards were open displaying all sorts of different things, some for men, some for women, some for both. She sat down on a high backed chair. “First, take off your clothes.” She commanded. Again, I didn’t need a second reminder. I took off my clothes while she watched, throwing them into a small heap beside me. Finally I was standing there, naked in front of her. I felt a little shy but didn’t want to show it so I stood with my arms loosely in front of me, offering me a little cover. “Stand to attention, I want to see that prick of yours.” She commanded, so I did. I felt a little odd about this, but that’s what she wanted. She waited in the chair for a moment, contemplating me, looking at my nakedness and making her decision. Then she stood up and walked over to me, stood beside me and ran her hand down my chest, over my belly and finally onto my stiff cock, grasping it loosely in her fist. “Hmm, feels hard and hot.” She purred into my ear. She slowly stroked it a few times, pulling back the foreskin to expose the head and then allowing it to roll back over again. “Right, lie on that massage table, face down.” Again, I did as I was told. She obviously wanted to drive here and I didn’t mind as at the end of this I was going to be completely fucked. ‘Let her have her power game’ I thought to myself as I lay down on the massage table with my arms beside my sides. She got up onto the table and sat on my backside, pressing my cock into the cushions of the table a bit more. I could feel the PVC sticking to my skin and found it to be even more of a turn on. She took my wrists in her hands and lifted my hands over my head, then slowly walked her way up my back with her backside until she was sitting on my back, pressing my chest into the cushions beneath. She started to slowly massage my shoulders, pressing down firmly and I moaned appreciatively. “Mmm, that’s nice.” “Good.” She said, softly. She shifted slightly and I could feel her knees in my armpits. I felt her hands move to the back of my neck, then down lower, then back up again. In a flash I suddenly felt the strap on the sides and back of my neck and realised that I could no longer lift my head. She took my right wrist and pressed into it, pinning my arm down and then I started to feel more straps going on my right forearm. I started to struggle but it was too little too late. With my right forearm and neck tied to the bed like that there was nothing that I could do. The left forearm was next, then my wrists. “Now, you just take it easy now. Kelly’s going to do everything from now on.” She said softly again. There was nothing that I could do so I lay there as she put more straps on me. She worked her way down slowly, a strap over the back of my shoulders, pinning them to the table. Another lower down, pressing my chest down, a third at my lower back and a fourth just above my buttocks. The only part that I could move now were my legs and I thought about trying to kick out, but that would have been futile. “Now, you said that you liked a little bondage, didn’t you Karl” she asked sweetly. I thought about answering back but the truth was that I was enjoying this a bit. For a start, it meant that I didn’t have to do all the work, in fact I didn’t have to do any of it. I felt he turn around on my back and she started to carry on with her strapping. This time her straps came from between my legs and were strapping each separately. Thighs just below the buttocks, just above the knees, just below the knees, just above the ankles, all were strapped into immobility. Then, once that was done she came off the table and made sure that all the straps were tight. “So, are you ticklish Karl?” she asked. I am a little ticklish, I think just about everyone is, mostly I can control it though. She stared with the exposed underside of my feet, itching them with a perfectly manicured nail. I concentrated hard, trying not to giggle, and was just able to control myself. “Hmm, not there, how about here then?” she asked, this time trying under my armpits. Again, concentration, don’t laugh, ‘don’t let her win’ I thought to myself while she toyed with the sensitive skin under my arms. She worked her way down my sides, finders undulating like a centipede’s legs trying to get me to laugh. Eventually she caught a part that I can’t control and I flinched. She paused for a moment, concentrating on that point and I knew I was lost. I tried to struggle away from her but with the restraints I had no chance and soon I was laughing like a baby. “Stop, please, stop, I can’t breathe” I said as I could but she had no interest in stopping for me. “You do realise that I’m in total control now, don’t you” she said as she worked her nails up and down my sides. “Yes.” I managed to get out. “Good.” She said, stopping instantly. “Now, as I remember it, there were a few things that you said you were into back at the party. What were they again?” I had to think back to our conversation earlier. “Um, bondage…” “Well, I think we’ve got that one covered. What else?” “I didn’t mean….” “What else?” she said, a little more forcefully now. “Masturbation, er, PVC, toys, er, I can’t remember.” “Let me remind you, there was bondage, toys, shaving, video, oral, masturbation and video. You also said you were open-minded as I recall it. Well, let’s see now, we have the bondage out of the way, we have the video running, I think we’ll move to shaving now.” She’d remembered most of the list I noted but there was one thing that she missed off it that I remembered. I was rather glad of that as I didn’t fancy getting anything put up my back passage. She walked over to the bathroom, I guessed to get her shaving gear, and I tried the bonds that held me but she had tied them tight. New Kid on the Block As I looked across the small sauna room at my new friend Grant, I was amused by the fact that I had moved into this senior citizen apartment complex only about 3 weeks ago and already I knew more about the gregarious silver haired fellow than I knew about people I have known all my life. Since the outgoing gent had pretty much adopted me after he saw me move in a few apartments down from him last month - taking me under his wing so to speak - not only helping me settle in but cluing me in on the place and the people who lived there. "Since you're the new kid on the block," was how he explained the reasoning behind his interest in me, "some of these gold diggers will try and sink their teeth into you." Chuckling at being called a kid at my advanced age I had assured Grant that like most of the people in the modest complex, most of my gold was in my teeth so any vultures would find the pickings slim, but the sage shook his head and gave me some advice he considered crucial. "Fuck them and forget them," Grant said. "Besides, some of these biddies haven't got both oars in the water so they probably forget soon enough anyway." Grant Collier, as he told it, was a widower like me and was 67 chronologically but much younger both mentally and physically, and as he told it in the 4 years he had lived here at Garfield Manor there were 11 fellow residents who could attest that while there was indeed snow on the roof there was still a fire burning down below, if I knew what he meant. I got it alright, and although many of his double-entendres were corny, I enjoyed his company and learned that perhaps he wasn't just an old timer who shot his mouth off when a woman who he had claimed was one of his conquests came up to Grant while we were shooting the breeze on a bench outside. "Oh, who's your friend Grant? Is he new here?" "Yes Ellen, this here is Tim," Grant said in introducing us. "Don't you try roping him into those Bingo games either because he isn't interested." "Oh hush Grant," the sturdily built woman said as she extended her hand. "Nice to meet you Tim, and if you ever are so inclined we play on Wednesday afternoons in the rec room." After I assured her I would consider it Ellen left, but not before reminding Grant that he promised he would help her hang a picture for her some day. "You know what she wants, don't you Tim?" Grant said, and after he nodded down to his crotch he guffawed and slapped me on the shoulder. "Guess I will go up and pay her a visit soon," Grant said. "If you saw those jugs you would think they belonged on a woman half her age, and to be honest out of the half dozen women I've had here, she's probably the best." "Half dozen?" I asked as I watched Ellen's butt go behind the hedge and out of sight, figuring that I had caught Grant in a slip-up regarding his sexual resume. "I though you said there were 11 of your conquests here?" "6 women," Grant said with a wink, and after he seemed to enjoy what was probably a shocked reaction he added. "I'm an open-minded guy, and something tells me that you know what I'm talking about there. Am I right?" "I - uh," was about all I managed to get out before Grant let me off the hook, and that was a good thing because I didn't know that my past was showing on me, not after being a loyal husband for thirty years after living what Grant would have considered an open minded single life myself. Was he just teasing or was he testing the waters, wondering if when I had told him my life story I had left out a few things? Were the occasional ribald conversations just talk? Were the frequent pats on the back and other physical contact he had made with me just innocent fun or was there something behind it. That was last week, and now I was sitting on the narrow bench in the sauna looking across at Grant who was clad as I was, with only a towel tied around our waists after working out in the community center gym in our building. I had felt Grant's eyes on me all afternoon and had heard his compliments about me being in such great condition and sucked them all in, being proud that while I wasn't as muscular as I had once been, my 5'9" frame still packed the same 140 pounds it usually had in recent years. Grant was certainly in good shape for a 67 year old man. His 5'11 frame was rail thin and he was pretty agile as well, and as he looked over at me in the shower he proved that modesty was not part of his personality either. "Nobody ever comes in here anyway," Grant said as he pulled the towel off and set it beside him, managing to raise the already warm surroundings even hotter and giving me another reason to sweat. It was all very obvious now as Grant sat calmly with his ass perched on the narrow wooden ledge and his pale slender legs spread apart. Grant Collier was not modest and had no reason to be. He was practically begging me to look at him, and if I had turned my head or simply said I had to leave, that would have been the end of it, but I couldn't. He wanted me to look. He wanted to know whether the new kid on the block was like him, an open minded man, and because I didn't look away and didn't run Grant got his answer. Back in my teens Grant was the type of man I had been drawn to, and they in turn had been attracted to me. Grant was the dominant and physically superior man who I had usually sought out, and although I was now more than 40 years older than I had been I guessed I still had the look some men wanted. Grant even closed his eyes after noticing that I was looking at him to make it easier for me, and while I found the cloud of silver hair on his chest compelling, my eyes were drawn down to what was swinging lazily between his thighs like a metronome winding down. While it had been decades since I looked at a man like this the tingle in my spine told me that some things didn't change. I had seen men as well endowed as Grant over the years, but not many. Pointing straight down in front of a pair of balls that seemed to want to reach the floor, his penis emerged from the grey bush above it and hung down like a spear, the exceptionally long phallus uncut. His organ was also seemingly unfazed by the attention it was getting from me. Not a pretty organ by any stretch of the imagination, and not overly thick except at the base, but the length - easily more than 6" completely flaccid - was breathtaking. The tapestry of veins that riddled the beige shaft faded as they neared the end, and then came the outline of the glans against the foreskin, a foreskin that seemed incredibly long as it puckered up at the end. I don't know how long I stared at Grant's cock. I think it was both not long enough or too long, because while in a perfect world I could have just sat there and stared, the sight had an effect on me that made me glad I had a towel covering my excitement, for the moment. "You know Tim," Grant said, his voice breaking me out of the trance I was in, and after my head jerked up to meet his eyes he continued. "There's really no need for that towel." "I couldn't," I croaked, and as Grant's kind but piercing glare began to wilt me I tried to protest some more but only managed, "I can't..." "It's okay," was Grant's reply. "You can." "I mean it's easy for a man built like you," I suggested, nodding at my elderly friend's remarkable endowment, but I'm not nearly as..." "I know," Grant calmly interjected, and while I don't think I took the towel from around me maybe I was so under Grant's power that I did it subconsciously. Maybe the knot just undid itself, or maybe Grant's forceful personality willed it loose, but however it happened I felt the towel slide to the floor, and although I tried to catch it I failed and instead just sat there with my eyes screwed shut. "Mmm... Nice," I heard Grant sigh at what was revealed, which was way better than a chuckle and then he added, "I take that as a compliment." What he was commenting on was the condition my manhood was in, because I was as hard as I could remember being, and he correctly reasoned that I had an erection because of staring at his cock. I glanced down at myself as if I wasn't already familiar with my erect dick, and while the four or so slender inches was probably half of the size of Grant's flaccid manhood, after all he had said 'nice' when he saw it. "You know, I enjoy being seduced as much as the sexual acts themselves," Grant observed, and when I gave him a quizzical look he added, "You have been seducing me haven't you?" I shook my head, mumbling something to the effect that I thought he was the one doing the seducing. "Maybe we've been seducing each other," Grant suggested. "Whatever you're doing, it's working." A subtle nod downward brought my eyes downward to what had caused me to get so aroused, and when my eyes returned I saw Grant's cock was no longer pointing at the floor but was at half-mast. The man's cock was not a great deal longer or thicker than it had been, but as it rose before my eyes like a car being jacked up it continued to grow. "Don't know what to say," I managed to mutter as the veiny monster was about to point directly at me, and as I spoke the massive rod jerked upward as if it had heard. "You don't seemed scared of it," Grant observed as he calmly reached down and slid his foreskin up and down a couple of times, exposing the crimson crown before letting the shroud cover the bulb back up. "Intimidated," I confessed. "No need for that," Grant said, and with that he climbed down off the shelf he was sitting on, causing that massive monolith to sway wildly in front of himself. "Hop down." "Here?" I asked when after I got down to face him he grabbed my cock, and without hesitation after rubbing your warm flesh together he slipped the tip of my dick into the hood of his manhood. It would have been a sight if anyone had entered, with Grant holding both of our cocks and rubbing the tender tips together, but when I felt my dripping dick press against his I forgot about that altogether. "You said before that you didn't know what to say. How about saying you want to take me to your apartment?" Grant asked as he seemed to enjoy teasing em. "Didn't make the bed," I replied, looking for a bit of humor in what was at least for me a tense situation because being in the somewhat public environment and being a part of what was going on was something I would have done as a teen. "Would have been a waste of time, " Grant said, letting go of our cocks and reaching around me to grab my ass and pulling me close, and while I wasn't expecting the kiss he gave me I didn't fight it and when he slipped his tongue in my mouth I dueled with it while our erections performed a similar ballet down below. "I think we should go upstairs now," Grant said, and with that we hurried out of the sauna and threw our clothes on, making it to my apartment as fast as we could. It took me a ridiculous amount of time to get the key in the lock but after I managed to get it open to allow us inside, Grant closed the door behind us and pushed me gently against it and kissed me again. "I should take a shower," I gasped as my sweat clothes started getting removed roughly, the older man pulling my t-shirt up and over my head but Grant was having none of that. "We'll take one later," Grant informed me and I got ushered into my bedroom where he eased me down onto the bed on my back, and as he looked down on me while taking his own sweats down. "I want you as you are and I want you now." Grant's eyes never left mine, and as I looked up at him my entire body shuddered as he yanked his sweat pants down briskly. As the waistband slid down to his knees the action set his cock free from confinement, and he smiled when I probably reacted to his fully engorged manhood springing upward and bouncing like a diving board. "When's the last time you've been with a man?" Grant asked as I cowered on the sheets below him. "30 years - more like almost 40," I said while wondering what Grant was going to do, knowing full well that whatever that might be I would likely be okay with him doing it. "Bet you've thought about it plenty of times," Grant opined as he stepped completely out of his sweats, making his over-sized cock spring up and down some more for my pleasure. "Yes." "Something tells me you used to like the big cocks," Grant suggested as he climbed onto the bed on his knees, straddling my legs, and he knee-walked his way up until his crotch hung over mine. "You still do like them I think, or am I wrong?" I shook my head, and then let out a moan when I felt his balls slap my stiff dick, and as he began moving his hips he was tea-bagging my boner with his meaty nuts. It not only felt good but when I looked down and saw my pale prong getting clobbered the visuals were amazing to me no matter how strange it may have looked. "Am I big enough for you?" Grant asked as he gave me a look that told me he wasn't looking for an answer and was happy with my nod. "Back in school I used to like to show off in the showers after gym, just standing there and enjoying the looks fellows would give me. Am I hurting you? No? Good. I would be the first in the shower and the last out, and then I would go into the showers down at the Y to take showers with men afterward. I was the cleanest guy in town. A lot of the older men looked at me too. That turned me on. You ever do that? Look around?" "Yes," I mumbled, wanting to reach out and grab that enormous cock but deciding to wait for Grant to decide. "I figured that. The thing was that I loved the guys with little ones, like yours," Grant said, and I shook my head when he said he hoped I didn't mind him saying that. "It is what it is," I replied. "And it's beautiful too. So hard," Grant said. "I used to love to slide my mouth all the way down and suck on tiny ones - my lips around the stump - that must feel so good to have your whole dick in somebody's mouth. Believe me I've tried to find somebody who could. You think you can?" "No," I said as the dick of my dick had the pearl of pre-cum wiped off by his dangling balls. "Like to try though." "I could tell that by the way you look at it," Grant correctly concluded. "And you'll get your chance, but first I want to take care of your drooling dick." Showing an agility that belied his 67 years Grant was off of me in a flash, and after he landed on the floor he showed his strength by reaching down and pulling me over so that my ass was barely on the edge of the bed. Grant knelt on the carpet and after lifting my legs up over his shoulders I watched him examine me as my legs got parted wilder. "You ever use this as anything but a one-way street?" Grant asked as I felt his finger rubbing my anus. "Yes, back in the day," I admitted, shivering when I felt his digit pop inside a little. "You seem like a natural bottom," Grant correctly assumed, and I made a squealing sound when all of a sudden all I could see was the grey scalp and what was rubbing my anus was wet and flat. "OMIGOD!" I almost sobbed when the rubbing continued, and I really felt like crying when it stopped and Grant lifted his head. "You want me to see if I can fit inside of that?" Grant asked but then answered his own question by adding. "Maybe sometime I'll take you out to dinner - they have an early bird prime rib dinner down at The Barrelhouse - and we can find out afterward. Anybody willing to try deserves to be treated nice, but for now..." Grant's face went back down, his tongue sliding up and down my perineum while I clutched at the bedding and my feet kicked in the air, and then I felt my nuts go into his mouth, first the left and then the right before I felt them both go in. It had been done before long ago, and while it was a sad testimony to their lack of size it also felt incredible to have them sucked on like that. The addition of the feeling of Grant's nose against the base of my arching stem was too good though, given how aroused I was, and although I cried out that I was cumming it was too late. The first rope of cum spurted out of my dick, flying in the air and landing on my chest and collarbone, but Grant was aware and quickly moved his head up when pulling my erection down and the succession of volleys went into his mouth and down his throat. I hadn't had a orgasm with someone else involved in quite a while, and that combined with Grant's undeniable oral talents had my dick jerking long about I went dry, and Grant kept right on sucking after I had shriveled up. "That's quite a weapon you have there Tim," Grant observed as he looked up at me from between my legs as he held my toadstool between his thumb and index finger, flicking the tip of my spent dick with his tongue. Grant climbed up onto the bed while helping me back up onto it, and after favorably noting the semen on my collarbone, asked me if I knew how good my cum tasted. I said that I vaguely remember it not being bad and then Grant lowered his mouth onto mine, sharing the seed he had left in his mouth before raising back up. "I think I know what you want now," Grant said as he maneuvered up next to my head and dropped his now semi-turgid cock near my mouth. I obediently opened my mouth as the puckered tip hit my lips and let Grant feed some of his cock in. I suckled on the bulb a bit, even letting my tongue peek into the musky cocoon before I felt Grant start to get hard, at which time the older man rolled onto his back. "Like riding a bike," Grant suggested as I knelt at his hip, lifting his cock off of his belly and holding it so it was straight upright, the stringy underpinnings of his manhood starting to stretch out as my hands grabbed the shaft. I didn't know about that, but I was only glad that his cock wasn't as absurdly thick as it was long because I was actually able to get my fist completely around his member, although even with both fists around his cock like it was a baseball bat they only hid about half of his enormous tool. The rest was for my mouth. Grant groaned when my lips slid down his cock, past the ridge of his glans and almost down to my fist before my head bobbed up, and after a couple of trips up and down I was finally able to reach my upper hand. "That's it Tim," Grant said as he ran his hand through my hair, and I kept going until my mouth started to go dry. "Do you mind if I use this?" I asked after I reached over and grabbed a tube of lotion from my night stand. "Coconut?" Grant asked after I filled my palm with the lotion. "My wife and I used to use it," I explained before going back down on my friend. "Brings back nice memories when I smell it." With the lotion greasing the part that my fists held, I was able to slide and spin my hands while sucking vigorously on what I could, and the better I handled him the harder Grant got until the throbbing vein-riddled rod felt like steel. "Here," Grant suddenly said, moving me around like a chess piece until I was straddling the senior's face. I hadn't missed a beat and was still sucking and pumping his fully engorged manhood, envious of the incredible self-control he had because I had learned that my friend was right in that you don't forget how to give head and was doing just fine. As for Grant, although he sucked on my limp noodle for a moment and gave some love to my balls as well, when his tongue slid up from there and his hands spread my ass cheeks I knew what was going to happen next. "OH!" I groaned when I felt Grant's tongue push into my anus, and as he probed as deep as he could I saw one of his hands groping for and then finding the coconut lotion. Grant was going to take me anally, and although it was something I had experienced countless times in my youth, the thought of being penetrated by the monster I was sucking on frightened me. I felt like a virgin. New Kid on the Block Could I have stopped it? I think so although when Grant spun me around and put me down on the bedding with a pillow under the small of my back he had a different look in his eyes. It was a look that both excited and scared me. Grant would later tell me that he hadn't planned on this but was so turned on by me - claiming I had an ass like a man half my age - and although I didn't know about that I could feel the power of his lust as the wiry old gent manipulated me like I was his plaything. "Just relax Tim," Grant said, looking down at me while instructing me to spread my legs farther by having me grab the backs of my thighs as he first lathered the coconut lotion over his weapon before treating my ass to a greased finger. "Oh - you're such a tight little man, aren't you?" Grant exclaimed as he spun his long bony finger in me to the hilt. "Going to take some work for me to get my big dick in that little orifice." "Been so long," I mumbled in an attempt to get him to be gentle at first, but Grant acted like he hadn't heard. "Love to watch the faces of guys when I first stick it in them," Grant cackled as the lotion was cast aside and he took the stump of his cock in his fist, and although I couldn't see the tip push inside me I sure as heck felt it. "Tell me," Grant demanded as the shrouded head of his tool popped into my anus. Nothing had changed. That hit me as I looked up at him through my watery eyes. When I was a lad and was with men Grant's age, I learned how much they reveled in the feeling of dominance they held over me - both physically and psychologically - and also how much I enjoyed being submissive to them. "Tell me," Grant repeated as he pulled a little bit back before pushing in a little further. "Tell me how much you love it." "It's too big Grant!" I gasped very loudly, wondering how thick the walls of the place were. "Way too big!" "Ssh - you know you like it Tim. Take it like a man," Grant declared. "Hurts," I moaned, and that wasn't really a lie but in fact the pleasure that came along with the discomfort was worth it, although I was glad that the thickness of Grant's manhood wasn't as absurd as the length of it. "Is it all in?" "Ha!" Grant chuckled although I knew the answer to the question before I asked it. "Not even close." "Oh no," I sobbed. "Oh yes," Grant replied and then he did something he said would take my mind off the long prong that was sliding in deeper, taking my limp dick by the head and pulling it straight up so that it looked as long as I always wished it had become and even twisting it a little and delighting in my reaction. I could feel Grant's balls bouncing against my undercarriage as he let go of my dick and concentrated on humping me, going harder and faster all the time while he kept prodding me to tell him what he wanted to hear. "So big," I grunted as what had to be most of his over-sized organ impaled me, and Grant's eyes were blazing as he grunted while making the bed move. Grant stopped after a while, and I thought that it was over and he had cum without me feeling it, but all he was doing was changing positions. Now I was on all fours and when he slid back into me his cock felt ever bigger in this position, and now his thrusts got even harder and faster. I ended up sprawled flat, unable to stay upright, and then I heard Grant growl something unintelligible before his warm sap filled my savaged bowels and he collapsed on top of me. "You okay Tim?" Grant asked, and while I was sore I assured the senior citizen that I was more than fine. "Got a little carried away there," Grant apologized, and after he rolled off of me I felt his hand reach around and under me. "Let me take... huh?" What Grant's hand had run into was my spent dick and the pool of semen that I had spat out onto the sheets during his pleasurable assault, and after he chuckled he rolled me over and hugged me. "I'm so glad you liked it that much," Grant declared before kissing me. "You know, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," Grant then announced in a bad Bogie impersonation, and after to his delight I hummed a few bars of 'As Time Goes By' from the movie he had quoted, I agreed. I hadn't been looking for a Daddy at my age, but it just goes to show that you never know. *** Thank you for reading.