Handsome but Crazy

I was standing in from of the Newspaper vending machine reading the heading in front of the Denny’s on Oakland Park and A1A when someone said “Don’t believe everything you read.” Glancing to my right I found a tall tanned white haired old man standing only a couple of feet from me. He was strikingly handsome, with sparkling blue eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top and I could see his white, hairy chest. He looked fit in his shorts, with his nice strong legs.

“I never believe all I read.” I answered. “I glanced over my shoulder but Dieter was still in Denny’s paying for breakfast.

“Did you know that Bush gets his orders from France every Monday morning?” He asked.

“Really?” I said.

“Yes, the Rothschild's, Ginbergs, and some other rich bastards sit down and write out what he is to do for the week and have the letter sent by private jet to Washington.”

“Yea.” I said as I carefully examined the old man. He didn’t look crazy but as I listened to him I realized that he wasn’t all there either. He raved about things that only people that aren’t mentally health talked about. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Dieter coming out of Denny’s.

In spite of the old guy’s raving, I found him very attractive. So much that I pulled out my business card. “Do you have a computer?” I asked.

“Does a dog fart?” He answered.

“Here’s my card.” I said handing it to him.

He looked at it.

“My name and e-mail address is on the back.” I told him. He turned the card over.

“I see.” He said.

“I’ve got to go.” I told him as I saw Dieter waiting for me near the car.

“But I’m only 29!” The old man said.

“Yea, well I got to run see you later.” I told him. And hurried to the car.

“Gee, was he crazy.” I told Dieter as I climbed into the car. “He was raving about Bush and all kinds of crazy things.” I said.

“He looked all right.” Dieter answered. “I thought you knew him.”

“No he just started talking to me as I was standing reading the headlines to the Sun Sentinel.” I quickly told him not wanting him to think was I trying to pick the old man up.

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I had almost forgotten the incident when later in the week I got a call.

“I want you to come over and take my picture for your web magazine.” The nice pleasant voice on the phone said. “I met you in front of Denny’s on Sunday morning.

“Yea, I remember you.” I quickly said. “When is a good time for you?”

“Right now. I’m already naked and playing with my dick.” The voice said. “Can you come now?”

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“In the Coral Ridge Towers. The South building.” He said and gave me his apartment. “How long will it be before you are here?”

“Fifteen minutes.” I told him as he only lived around the corner from me.

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He met me at the door of this apartment completed naked. I glanced at his slim tanned hairy body and instantly got a roaring hard on.

“I’m straight, you know. But I have nothing against queers. They run the fashion world and Hollywood, you know.” He said as he reached down and grabbed his long slim dick and started playing with it. “Where’s you camera?”

I pulled my small digital camera out of my pocket and showed it to him.

“Good, I was beginning to think you just wanted to give me a blowjob.” He said. “I’ve gotten a few from queers, but mostly from women. But damn if a queer doesn’t do a better job.”

I snapped a picture of him.

“Will I be instantly famous when you put my pictures on your web magazine?” He asked as he began to position himself in different poses as I snapped pictures.

“You are not a spy or some agent of the government here to take my pictures because of my views on Bush are you?” He asked.

“No.” I said shaking my head.

“Are you going to give me a blowjob?” He asked as he waved his long uncut cock back and forth.

“Man you sure got a hard on.” I told the old man.

“I gave myself a shot before you arrived. It makes it harder than when I was young. Hell, I can fuck women all night after I give myself an injection.” He added. “But I don’t like women so much lately. They try to control me with their pussy. Always want to talk me into marrying them. Fuck, what do I want to get married for? I just want a little sex. I get tired of sucking my own cock.”

“You can suck yourself off?” I said, suddenly really excited.

“Hell, yes! You want to see me do it?” He asked.

I nodded my head. “Yes! Yes!”

“OK! Come on into the bedroom.” The old man said as he lead me through his apart to his bedroom. I watched as he climbed onto the bed. Then he just leaned forward and grabbed a thigh with each hand and pulled his head down between his legs until he was able to close his mouth around the head of his long dick.

I laid my camera down and stripped off my clothes in record time. Then as the old man sucked the head of his dick I got onto the bed with him and started licking the shaft of his dick as he sucked its’ head.

Then as he slowly worked his mouth down the shaft of his cock, my tongue touched his lips. The sensation of licking his lips while he sucked his own dick thrilled me so much so that my cock started bouncing up and down.

Then I moved down and began to lick his nice low hanging balls as he took more and more of his dick in his mouth. He moaned as I took his left ball in my mouth. I sucked it a while and then took the other one in my mouth. And all the while I sucked his balls he kept taking more of his dick into his mouth. Finally he had swallowed his entire dick.

As he deep throated himself, I started tonguing his asshole. Then as his sexual excitement began to mount, I stuck my tongue deep inside his asshole and began rimming him. He must not have been rimmed before because he started jerking. Then his eyes grow wide and I knew he was cuming. And sure enough he pulled his mouth off his cock and cum gushed out. I quickly moved up and licked the cum as it ran down the shaft of his dick. Then I tried to kiss the old man but he pulled his head away from me.

“I told you I wasn’t a queer.” He told me.

I got on my knees between his legs and pumped my dick only a couple of time before I shot off on his dick and balls.

I expect the old man to react angrily but he didn’t. In fact he reached down and rubbed my cum all over his dick and balls. And then licked my cum from his fingers.

Almost immediately he stared raving about Bush and the conspiracy. I just nodded my head and got dressed quickly. I will not repeat all the strange ideas he had was spouting because I don’t wish to offend any subscribers but I think you know the sort of radical racial ideas he was spouting.

Still I told him to call me when he wanted me to take his pictures again. I didn’t really mine his being a little crazy, hell sometimes I think am also.