1 comments/ 14053 views/ 5 favorites Arthur By: LittleTommyTudor Here I am sitting alone on the banks of the mighty Mississippi contemplating diving in and ending my miserable life. At the tender age of twenty-two years old, I had fallen from being on top of the world to being at the bottom, with no hope in sight. I was born the son of wealthy parents, with my father being the head of a fortune 500 Company, and my mother being a former beauty queen. Some say I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. After an idyllic childhood and attending the finest prep schools, it was off to Yale University. At Yale, I was introduced to cocksucking and had become a flaming homosexual. Along with sucking cock, I was also introduced to anal sex, which I dearly loved. At the tender age of nineteen, I was a cocksucker and bottom. I could not get enough cock and cum. I was hooked on cum like a junkie is hooked on heroin. Soon I was very popular in the dorms, as even the straight guys searched me out to suck their cocks. I found the love of my life and we became roommates. Like me, he came from a privileged background. He was a total top and I was a total bottom. A perfect match were Casey and Arthur, with me being Arthur. We would fuck and suck the days away until it was affecting our schoolwork. When my grades began to fall, the Dean contacted my Father, who was a Yale University benefactor. My Father summoned me home to St Louis for an accounting. In his study, my Father demanded an explanation of my poor performance at school. I tried several different explanations, but none were acceptable. My Father had been a top scholar at Yale, and therefore, the same was expected of me. I promised my Father that things would get better. "They damn well better," he bellowed. I was told that if things did not get better, and soon, I would be cut off from all financial support. Returning to school, I enter my dorm room only to find Casey fucking a complete stranger. What a shock that was because I thought we were so in love, and I was all he wanted. Yet, was perversely turned on by watching Casey fuck him. I could feel my cock hardening. And without thinking, I removed my cock and began stroking. Casey saw me and motioned me over, and said, "Face fuck him Arthur." I placed my cock at the stranger's lips. And slowly inserted my cock. I begin fucking in and out until I was in sync with Casey. Damn his hot mouth felt, so good. In no time I was feeling cum boiling up from my balls about to explode into the stranger's mouth. I heard Casey begin to moan a sound I was very familiar with and then it happened, we both unloaded simultaneously into the stranger. This was, by far my best orgasm ever. As I began to come down from my high, I heard Casey say, "Arthur meet Frankie." "Hello," said Frankie and I responded in kind. From that day on Casey, Frankie and Arthur became a trio. Casey would fuck us both and Frankie and I would take turns sucking each other, and occasionally we would both suck Casey. Although I was madly in love with Casey, I learned to accept Frankie into our relationship. The fact that he was an awesome cocksucker made it easier. We would end up spending entire days fucking and sucking and I was not keeping my promise to my Father. Some how Casey and Frankie managed to keep their grades acceptable, but mine continued to slide. I was called into the Dean's office and told my grades were no longer acceptable to remain enrolled at Yale and that my Father had been notified that I was being kicked out of the University. I was summarily called home to St Louis where my Father was waiting. He called me all kind of names including a family disgrace. He also informed me I was cut off all financial assistance. There was no tolerance for failure. Nothing I could say would suffice. I was stuck in St Louis far from New Haven and Casey and Frankie. I was heartbroken. And I was horny as hell for cock. What to do? I had no money of my own and started visiting Adult Book Stores in the seedy sections of St Louis. There I found lots of cocks to suck and men willing to fuck me. Soon I was a regular cum dump for lots of older men who enjoy fucking young men in both the face and ass. I started letting my appearance go, as my grooming was not being maintained. I stopped bathing and often smelled of dry cum. Guys not only came in me, but many like cumming on me. They came on my face, in my hair, and all over my body. One day my Father came in my room and found me lying naked on my bed smelling of dried cum. "Arthur," he bellowed, "Get out of this house! You fucking faggot, you are no longer my son. Get out now!" I pulled on a tee shirt and jeans and somehow I ended up here on the banks of the Mississippi. Sitting there I was contemplating ending my miserable life, as I had nothing to live for. I was disowned by my family and had lost my true love. A passerby spied me sitting there and must have taken pity on me. He approached and asked if I was okay. I replied, "No I'm not, I have nothing to live for." "Everyone has something to live for," he responded. I don't know why, but I began spilling out my story to this complete stranger, and he listened patiently. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. He held me in his embrace and softly stroked my head as I sobbed. After telling him my story and that I had no where to go, he said, "You can come home with me, if you like." How could I refuse his kind offer, and I said, "Thank you sir." I was shocked when he took me to his apartment in a building with a doorman. After entering his apartment, he said, I think you could use a shower bath. He ushered me into a large bathroom, off the master bedroom, and said remove your clothes and climb in the shower. Doing as he said, I was feeling the affects of the hot water shooting down on me when I felt him begin to bathe me. I turned and saw him next to me and for the first time realized he was an older very distinguished looking man. As his hands moved over my body while bathing me, I felt familiar stirrings of lust and reached for his cock. I found his cock and it was not only hard but also huge. Looking down I saw a magnificent 8" cut cock with a big mushroom head. With out thinking I dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth and began sucking. Hearing him moan only spurred me on till I felt the cock throbbing in my mouth and then felt a huge blast of cum hitting the back of my throat. I savored his cum momentarily and then swallowed it all. "Arthur I know who you are and I know your father. You have nothing to worry about, I'm going to take care of you," he said. "But first I want to fuck you, do you think you could suck me hard again?" Was he kidding, of course I would suck him hard again, and fuck me he did, he fucked me better than I had ever been fucked before. Damn I loved his big cock. I was no longer despondent and suicidal, I had found a new love, and the fact he hated my father did not make me unhappy, and truly happy I was. Arthur & Beatrice The old man pulled feebly on his penis. He wiggled and flopped the soft member in his hands. His only desire was to sprout an erection and arouse himself to ejaculation. His frustration turned to disgust as he realized his futile attempts at self-gratification. "Has it really come to this?" Arthur muddled. "I used to be so virile. I could do this 3 times a day. But now..." He zipped up his pants and headed out of his room. "I hate this God damn wheelchair!" Arthur spewed the words with a fiery conviction. "Why the hell a man has to get so damn decrepit that he can't even walk... I don't fuckin' know." Arthur continued to fumble with the controls. He tried to maneuver the chair around the silk tree in the hallway. He just couldn't understand why the orderly would have put the thing in the narrow hallway in the first place. Exasperated, Arthur dropped his head allowing his chin to rest on his chest. He closed his eyes for an instant and took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure for another attempt to steer the wheelchair toward the cafeteria. This isn't how Arthur Bartholomew Winston wanted to end up - in a retirement home surrounded by a bunch of feeble-minded nitwits. And that's his depiction of the staff. The other inhabitants are nothing more than pond scum to a man like Arthur. If he hadn't outlived his children, he may not be here now. But since his grandchildren and great grandchildren never got to know the man, they placed him in the "best home money could buy" as his oldest grandson put it. In his day, Arthur was full of life - and full of himself. He was an entrepreneur even before the title was in vogue. He invested his money in other men's ideas. When the businesses took off, he was the silent partner raking in the cash. He had a wife and two kids, but spent his time searching for the next business deal - and the next piece of ass. Oh, yes. Arthur was a womanizer indeed. The legendary Don Juan could barely hold a candle. He would provide himself the company of two, three, even four women at a time. The abundant money lining his pockets afforded that sort of sexual luxury. Arthur finally got the wheelchair headed down the hallway again. He was heading for the cafeteria hoping for a slice of Key Lime pie. As he turned the corner and entered the cafeteria, he had to stop abruptly - lurching the chair to a halt. "Slow down, big fella." snorted Maxine, one of the orderlies. "You almost ran into Ms. Beatrice here." The woman in the walker was another pathetic slug, Arthur thought. But at least she wasn't confined to a damn wheelchair to get around. Something about the woman peaked Arthur's interest. "I'm Arthur Bartholomew," he said with a confident look in his eye and a surly tone in his voice. "Well, I'm Beatrice Baxter, Mr. Bartholomew. Nice to meet you." she said in a soft-spoken southern drawl. "Oh, no. Please call me Arthur. I insist." interjected Arthur, feeling his staunchness subsiding. And with that they smiled at one another. Arthur went for his pie and Beatrice headed down the hall. When Arthur got back to his room, he closed the door. He started thinking about his chance encounter with Beatrice and suddenly felt aroused. He unzipped his fly and reached for his penis. Sure enough, he had an erection. As he began to stroke his penis, his thoughts went to Beatrice. Not as the old woman he met in the cafeteria, but as a young woman. He pictured meeting in a bar and dancing a slow dance with her. As their bodies drew close, Beatrice began to grind her crotch on Arthur's thigh. Looking into her eyes, his erection was imminent. He whispered in her ear to join him in his room. As the doors closed on the elevator, Beatrice leapt into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her silken legs tightly around his waist. Arthur undid his pants and slid his hands under her skirt to remove her undergarments - only to find she wasn't wearing any. She reached down and guided his erection into her swollen vagina. Her juices were already flowing which allowed his penis to slide easily into her. They were locked in a passionate kiss. Their tongues were exploring one another's mouth. Arthur placed his hands under Beatrice's buttocks and dug his fingers into her flesh. He was buried to the hilt and proceeded to thrust deeply and repeatedly into Beatrice's nether region. They had just passed the 5th floor when Beatrice began to hyperventilate and squeal. She was on the verge of climax - with Arthur not far behind. Her vagina contracted. Waves of pleasure washed over her. As her vagina gripped and sucked on Arthur's penis, he too was having an orgasm. They hollered out together as their bodies sang in ecstasy. Just then, Arthur felt his ejaculation spill out onto his hands and on his lap. He opened his eyes to realize that the fantasy had brought forth the first release he had had in years. He was a mess, but he felt damn good. He was happy to know he could still function as a man. Now he just had to get this sticky crap off of himself. The next day he searched for Beatrice. He went to the information desk to ask for her room number. He went down the hall and knocked on her door. When she opened the door, Arthur said, "Howdy, Beatrice. I just wanted to come by and thank you." "Thank me? For what?" inquired Beatrice. "For the pleasure... uh, I mean, for the pleasure of meeting you." he responded with an impish smile. With that, Beatrice invited him in. They looked deeply into each other's eyes as if they had been lovers in a past life. "I feel I know you." Beatrice suggested with a sort of quiet confidence. "Funny you should say that." said Arthur. "I was thinking about you yesterday and it was quite like a memory. Something we had shared together." "I must confess," continued Beatrice, "I caught myself fantasizing about you yesterday, Arthur." Arthur was caught by surprise by her comments. "After we met, I came back to the room and had a delicious fantasy." she said with an invigorating tone. "Go on..." smiled Arthur, intrigued by her frankness. "I met you in a bar and we danced. You invited me to your room but we never got that far.", she said with a playful grin. Arthur couldn't believe it. How could she have had the same fantasy as him? "And while I was fantasizing, I'm not ashamed to say I had to touch myself. I'm not being too forward with you, am I Arthur?" Beatrice asked as she winked at Arthur. Arthur searched for the words. Not that he was embarrassed by any of this, just that it was a shock to hear his same fantasy described back to him. "Why, no." he replied. "As a matter of fact..." He proceeded to detail his daydream and the similarities to hers. She didn't seem surprised. On the contrary, she seemed pleased in knowing they shared a bond. Beatrice concluded, "You know, Arthur, the essence of our being are the juices of life. It flows in your veins until they lay you to rest. And we're not dead yet." They both smiled with a pubescent glint in their eyes.