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30 Haziran 2023, 09:34
Flamingo Road ~ ConclusionAfter flying all night Friday from San Francisco, I finally got into the Mobile, Alabama, airport at 12 Noon sharp on Saturday. I knew that my buddy, Napoleon, would be home the whole weekend; he?d recently returned from a trip to Mardi Gras in New Orleans where he?d collected as many cunts as strings of beads around his neck and had a fucking great time. Now, I was going to surprise him with what would be a whole new way of fucking for him.I planned to have a whole weekend to fuck with him before I had to head back home late Monday afternoon. For over 6 months, the two of us had been hooking up on-line, swapping messages and pictures of ourselves. I even went out and got myself a web camera so we could talk and watch each other in real time.He was always in that fucking bathtub of his, jerking his gorgeous uncut Latin boner and teasing me by playing with his foreskin. Except one time, when I asked him to let a stream of piss into his toilet, and do it as hard as he could so I could hear it as well as see it. Sure enough, the next time we hooked up over the web, he did it for me and damn, it was hot!During one of these sessions, he got mad as hell at me. I had the cam up on top of my monitor in the den so I was always at my desk when we hooked up on-line. One day, it was cold as shit in the house and I was wearing a sweatshirt and my white socks, though my throbbing boner was fully exposed. He told me to take my fucking sweatshirt off right away, or he was going to end the call.?Turn the fucking heat on if it?s so damn cold, you motherfucker!? he barked at me.I knew that at least part of what turned him on about me was my hairy chest and hard nipples, the sleeve tattoo down my left arm, and the mystic eagle emblem inked on the side of my right arm just below my shoulder. So I got up, pulled off my sweatshirt, and turned around so he could see the ink on my back, for the first time. I even bent over a little bit so he could see my big hairy ass and stuck my forefinger all the way inside my hole. I turned back to face the cam and spread my legs apart a little so he could see my newest tat on the inside of my left thigh, next to my balls.By the time I sat back down, I saw him take his hand off his boner and clap his soapy hands together. The suds spraying off his hands looked like spooge, especially when they hit his sunny smiling face and dripped down. I pulled out a cigar and lit up, putting my stogie between my fingers. I took my rock-hard shaft in my other hand, and the two of us had a long jerk session until the two of us rubbed out our loads. When it was over, I sort of chuckled to myself, thinking how puckered up his ass must be after sitting in that bathtub for so long.Eventually, I got him to give me his phone number. I didn?t have any interest in ?phone sex? or anything like that, I?d told him; I just wanted to have a normal conversation so we could get to know each other. I wasn?t in love or anything- I already had all the love I needed in my life- and as it turned out, so did he. When I called him, I found out that he?d just celebrated his 42nd birthday, almost the same age as me at 48. I already knew he was married, but what I didn?t know before was that he had five k**s- three boys and two girls. Two of them- one of the boys and one of the girls- were grown and working. The other three were in school, including the youngest boy, in pre-school.Talk about live ammo!While he?d had encounters with other males as a young man, he?d never been fucked by a guy. On-line afterwards, he kept telling me that this ?Guy? was going to be ?that? guy who took care of it for him. I didn?t need any convincing.We never talked on the phone again, but I kept his number stored knowing that one day I?d be calling him up again.That day had arrived. As soon as I stepped outside the Mobile terminal, the Gulf Coast heat hit me? quite a change from the cool breezes I?d long grown used to living in ?Baghdad by the Bay?. I put down my duffel bag, pulled a smoke from my t-shirt pocket and lit it. After I put my Zippo back in my pocket, I bent over and fished my phone out of my bag. Nervously fidgeting with my cigarette, I dialed Napoleon?s number.The man?s voice that answered the phone didn?t quite sound like Napoleon; it sounded rough and gravely. I figured maybe he had a cold or something. I took a long drag on my smoke and exhaled deeply. ?Here goes,? I thought.?Hey, buddy! It?s me- Guy!? I said into the phone. ?I?m finally here!??You shitting me, Guy?? the voice answered back.I told him that I had a room at the airport Marriott in Mobile. He said he?d be there in about an hour or so and call me from the front desk.As I hung up, little did I know that the voice on the phone was actually Napoleon?s 21-year old son, Ben.I hopped in a cab and was in my hotel room in about 20 minutes. I made a call to the desk and asked if they could send up somebody from maintenance. I assured the woman who answered that everything was alright, but I had a favor to ask.After she hung up, I lit up a smoke and fished around in my bag. I pulled out my shower-mounted anal wand. Right away, there was a knock on the door and I let in a hunky, bearded hotel employee in a uniform. I picked up the wand and handed it to him.?Do you think you could do me a favor, buddy, and screw off the shower head and put this on behind it?? I asked him. I took a twenty out of my wallet and handed it to him.?No problem, bud?,? he replied with a wink. ?I?ll get you taken care of right away!??Thanks,? I told him, and then asked, ?Think you could stop by Monday morning and dismount it for me? You can let yourself in since I probably won?t be here.??Sure thing, buddy,? he said.I asked him where I could scare up some cold beers, and he told me there was a QuickMart at the gas station next door. I knew Napoleon liked Miller Genuine Draft- MGD- so when I got to the store, I pulled a six-pack of bottles from the cooler.When I got up to the counter, I asked the clerk if she knew where I could pick up some condoms. She reached under the counter and pulled out a three-pack of Trojans. I asked her if she could give me three more boxes. She nodded and pulled them out.?Big doing?s planned this weekend, cowboy?? she asked me with a wink. I nodded and signed the slip.By the time I got back to my room, I knew Napoleon would be calling up from the front desk any minute. I stashed the beer in the fridge. I peaked into the bathroom and saw that my hose was hanging neatly parked behind the shower head. I went back over to the night stand and dropped my four boxes of condoms on it. The maintenance hunk had left his card with his emergency contact number and a note.?Thanks for the tip,? the note read. ?I?ll be back Monday around Noon. Give me a ring if you need another hand in the meantime, stud!??Holy fuck,? I thought to myself. ?I haven?t even been here an hour and I?ve already got a back up plan!?I pulled a cigar out of my bag and lit it. I grabbed an ashtray, went over to the sofa and sat down. I crossed my ankle over my thigh and leaned back into the cushion, puffing. The room was pretty fucking nice. It had a king-sized bed, and before leaving late Monday afternoon, I planned to fuck on every damn square inch of it.Then the phone rang and I picked it up.?I got your friend, Napoleon, down here at the front desk,? the caller said. ?OK if I send him up to your room??Before I could stop myself, I blurted into the phone, ?Fuckin?-A! Send him right up!?I thought I would just try to be cool, sit there and wait for Napoleon to knock on the door. My blood was rushing so hard through my veins that I knew this was no time to be ?cool?. I stood in the open door waiting for Napoleon with my arm parked against the door jamb, puffing on my cigar.It seemed like forever, but then I saw a figure get out of the elevator at the end of the hall. He was kind of shuffling along with his head down.When he got up to me, he pulled off his ball cap and looked me in the eyes.?Who is this baby,? I thought to myself. Dressed in boarding shorts and a string tee, he was sweet-faced in a ragamuffin kind of way, with a scruffy dark shadow on his chin and jaws. He had captivating hazel eyes. He was trim and fit, with silky light brown skin and about three inches shorter than me.Before I could say a word, he reached up and put his arm around my neck, pulling my face into his. He kissed me, and for awhile, he wouldn?t let go as we locked lips in the doorway. I didn?t exactly put up very much resistance.Finally, he let go and I parked my cigar inside the left side of my mouth.?Who the fuck are you?? I grumbled.?I?m Ben,? he said. ?Your friend, Napoleon, is my dad.?I stepped back, took my cigar out of my mouth and looked at him. There was no mistaking the resemblance. Even though Napoleon had more blocks of muscle than this k**, I could readily see that my friend must?ve been a fucking stud when he was his son?s age.?What are you doing here?? I asked Ben. ?Where?s your fucking Dad??Ben asked if he could come in. I let him in the room and shut the door. Both of us sat next to each other on the couch.?I kinda hijacked your phone call, Guy,? he told me. ?Dad doesn?t know that you?re here. I wanted to get to you first- I want you to fuck me.?I took my cigar out of my mouth and rolled it between my thumb and fingers. Then I looked Ben straight in those Bambi-like hazel eyes of his.?We?ll see about that, son,? I said. ?I?m really here to fuck around with your Dad, not you. How the hell do you know about me??Ben told me he had joined a porn website and that, one day, he came upon some ?comments? posted along with a photo of his Dad. He?d gone onto his Dad?s page at the site and invited him to be ?friends? without disclosing who he really was. Then he saw that there were a lot of provocative posts on his Dad?s page from me, so he went to my page and ?friended? me, too. Again, he saw a bunch of provocative posts on my page, this time from Napoleon. He read a bunch of stories that I had written, about Napoleon and me fucking each other.Ben said that he was ?out? to his family and friends, but that finding out his Dad had a ?bi? side came as a surprise to him. Then he laid his head on my shoulder and put his hand over my crotch. He felt up my hard rod and asked me again if I would fuck him.I put my cigar in the ashtray and pulled my t-shirt off. ?I?m gonna fuck you, son,? I growled at him. ?And then you?re gonna take me back to your house so I can tell your Dad all about it!?Before Ben could open his mouth, I pushed his face into my chest and he started playing with my fur and working over my nipples with his teeth and tongue. After I picked my cigar back up and leaned back, he opened my buckle and unzipped my jeans. My hard dick popped out and came to rest at my navel, in the happy trail running from my chest to my crotch. Ben took me in his hand and started stroking me.I took a long draw from my cigar, exhaled and put it back between my teeth. I put my hand on the back of his head as he whisper-kissed his way down my abdomen. He stopped stroking my dick when he got down to it and just pointed me toward his face. I was already leaking pre-cum. He licked it off and ran his tongue all around my helmet for awhile. I took my cigar out of my mouth and held it between my fingers. I pushed his head down until he swallowed my whole stiff shaft.I let out a little groan and took my hand from the back of his head. I kept puffing away while he slobbered all over my joint and swallowed me. The only time he stopped was to get up and take off his shirt and shorts. Then he lay back over my thigh, again working my dick. With my cigar between my fingers, I reached over and started jerking him. Every time I brought my hand back to my mouth for a drag, I rubbed my thumb over the head of his dick, put my thumb in my mouth and then licked his sweet juice off it.When my cigar finally was history, I took Ben?s face out of my crotch. I leaned over and took off my boots and socks. When I stood up and pulled down my jeans, I noticed the area around my zipper was completely soaked with Ben?s slobber. As I bent over to pull off my jeans, Ben got behind me. He spread my big hairy cheeks and got to work on my hole. After awhile, I brought him up in front of me and sank my tongue in his mouth. As we stood there kissing, our boners smacked against each other. I reached down, grabbed both of our stiff rods in my fist and stroked our dicks together.When we finally separated, I yanked a bottle of lube out of my duffel bag and threw the bag on the floor. I took Ben?s hand and led him into the bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain and set the lube on the edge of the tub. When I had the water running nice and warm, I told Ben to get in the back of the tub.I turned on the shower and both of us got nice and wet. Then I told Ben to turn around and bend over with his hands on the wall. I greased up the shower douche-wand and used my thumb to do the same thing to his hole.Over his shoulder, Ben asked, ?What are you doing???Just taking care of essentials, son,? I told him, ?and then you?re gonna get your fucking wish.?I pulled his ass open with one hand, and slid the wand through his rim and all the way inside him. I pulled one of his arms back off the wall and told him to hold it all the way in. I switched on the wand and water started coming out of Ben?s ass as the strong stream filled his hole. I took the wand in my hand and massaged his chute with it until the water flowed out clear.I switched the shower head back on and turned around under it, slightly bent over. I told Ben to grease up the wand and my hole, and then put it inside me.?All the way in there, son?? I asked.?Yup!? he answered.I soaped up my hand and started stroking my dick. I switched on the wand and felt the water rush into my guts. Ben started working the wand in and out of me.Ben was so mesmerized working my ass with that damn wand that he forgot to tell me when the water was coming out of me clean.Finally, I muttered at him, ?How we doing down there, son? Finished yet???Oh, yeah. Yes, sir!? he said.Before I could switch the shower head back on, Ben abruptly pulled the wand out of my asshole, spraying me with it. I got the shower head going again, turned around and gathered Ben in my arms, laughing at the young man. I grabbed the soap, lathered him down and then rinsed him off. He did the same thing to me, only before soaping up my hairy bush, he got down and sucked my dick awhile.When I toweled him off, I slapped his hard prick back and forth. He did the Escort (https://bahcelievler.t2bro.net/) same to me when he dried me off.When we went back into the room, I plopped my naked ass on the couch. I told Ben to grab a couple of beers from the fridge. While he did, I took my smokes and lighter out of the pocket of my t-shirt on the floor and lit up.When Ben came over to where I was sitting, I told him to put my bottle on the table. I put my smoke down in the ashtray and stood him between my legs with his dick pointed at my face. I jerked his cock back and forth a few times before I swallowed his stiff pecker.Every once in a while, I took a drag from my smoke and Ben would hand me my beer. After taking a gulp, Ben took the bottle away from me and set it down so I could go back to working on his crank. When I finished my cigarette, I spit in my hand and reached between his legs. I smeared my spit over his asshole, sank my forefinger inside and went back to stroking and swallowing his cock.Finally, I felt Ben?s hole start to quiver around my finger and saw his knees shaking. I took my mouth off him and pulled my finger out of his hole.?Not so fast, son,? I told him, knowing he was about to shoot. I wanted my dick inside him when that moment came.I pulled him down onto the couch next to me. I reached over for another smoke and offered him one. He told me he had his own, and hopped up to pull a box of Camel Lights from the pocket of his shorts.After we lit up, I noticed that the afternoon sun was almost gone and the room was getting dark. I reached behind the couch and turned on the lamp. Except for the shower, we?d spent the entire afternoon blowing each other.?Are you alright?? I asked him.?Yes, sir, I?m fine, sir,? he answered.I occurred to me that it had been awhile since I?d heard this ?sir? shit from a k**, but I kind of liked it!I got up and brought another couple of beers over to the couch.?Thank you, sir,? Ben said to me when I handed him a bottle. He took a swig and then looked at me. ?That was intense, sir. Are you gonna fuck me, too???Just as soon as we?re finished sucking down these brewskis,? I answered, pointing at my still-erect cock.Looking over at the boxes of condoms on the night stand, Ben asked me, ?Can we do it without condoms, sir? I want your skin inside me, not a rubber.?I looked at him real hard for a long minute. ?You know all about me, don?t you, tiger? Sure, I?ll fuck you bare.?I didn?t stop talking dirty to him until we had drained our beers and put out our last smokes.I took him over to the bed and laid him on his back. I kissed the tip of his dick and went into the bathroom to retrieve the lube.When I got in bed with Ben, I lied down next to him and rolled him over on top of my chest. I held him as close to me as I could and both of our tongues fought to penetrate each other?s mouth.I put him on his back again and grabbed a pillow, piling it under his ass. I got around between Ben?s legs, lifted them and pushed his knees back into his chest. He reached up and wrapped his arms around the back of his knees, exposing his ass to me. I spread his cheeks, spit in his hole and dived into his crack with my fuzzy face.I kept spitting in his hole and breaking his slot with my tongue, all the while looking at him as his neck started to turn red. I took his ball sack between my teeth from time to time, and nipped at it. He had a nest of fine black hair that ran down into his crack and circled his hole. I was spitting on his hole and furiously eating him out.Finally, I got up on my knees and parked my cock in his crack. I grabbed the bottle of lube and streamed some on my dick and all over his asshole. I took my cock in my hand and pushed it inside his rim. He was tight, but willing.?Fuck me, sir!? Ben said.As my joint went all the way inside him, I leaned through his legs with my fists planted on the mattress inside his armpits. I covered his mouth with my own, sank my tongue inside and starting rocking my hips, fucking him. At first, I just fucked him nice and slow, pulling back every once in a while to look him in the face and jerk his dick while he slid his ass closer to me and got me as deep inside as I could get.And then Ben said, ?Can I ride you, sir??I pulled out of him and he let go of his legs. I rolled over onto my back and put the pillow under my ass. I folded my hands behind my head, flexing while I did. Ben got between my legs and sucked his ass juices off my cock. I put my knees up, and he straddled himself over my dick. Reaching back, he guided my rod through his rim and sat down on me.Ben grabbed the fur on my chest with both hands, and as I thrust myself in and out of him, he buried his face under my jaw.The faster I fucked him, the louder Ben moaned. I pushed him back so he was sitting squarely on my cock. I took one of my hands from behind my head and started jerking his dick real hard. By now, the flush of red that had started on his neck was all the way up to his temples. I just kept fucking him and jerking him as hard as I could. My face felt really hot and both of us broke out in a serious sweat.I felt his tight ass start to quiver around my shaft inside him. Ben was really wailing, pulling on his dick and bouncing up and down on top of me. I knew he was about to cum, so I put my hands on his thighs and held him down so his balls were square on my abdomen.When Ben shot, I was as far inside of him as I could go. His load sprang out of his cock in a burst of white cream, hitting my forehead and chin. When his last blast settled in the crevice on my chest, I gathered it up in my hand and pulled out of him. I rubbed his load all over my cock. I put myself back inside him as he bent over. It was only a couple more minutes before I climaxed myself.I had the funny feeling that Ben?s Dad, Napoleon, was feeling wet inside his shitter at that moment, too? feeling my hot dick up his hole, too.My load was so big it was only a few seconds before I felt it coming out of his ass and dripping over my hairy balls. I stayed inside him as long as I could while my dick slowly went soft. When my cock fell out of him, I reached back and took as much of my load out of his ass as I could and fed it into my mouth. It was sweet.When Ben crawled up next to me and I put my arm under his head, he pulled my face toward him. We snuggled and sucked cum off each other?s tongues.We lay in bed together for a long time, mostly with his head wrapped in my inked-up, hairy left arm. Every once in awhile, Ben took my limp dick in his hand and playfully shook it- seeing if anything more would come out of me. Eventually, I looked over at the clock on the night table. It was almost 9 P.M.?Holy fuck!? I thought to myself.?I need to feed you, son!? I told Ben as I got out of bed. I headed into the bathroom to use the phone there. I wanted to surprise him.?You already fed me, sir,? Ben hollered as I disappeared into the bathroom.I called down to room service, knowing they were about to close.?Can I get a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a couple glasses of milk?? I asked when someone answered the phone.?What kinda bread?? the guy answered back, laughing.?Wonder Bread!? I said, laughing. ?What else do you make fucking PB