Crazy George

It took me over fifteen years to gain enough courage to walk on the Hanson property. I can remember mama telling me when I was just a little kid to never go onto the Hanson farm. “The older brother is a crazy pervert. They should have locked him away years ago.” She told me in such a intense tone that I’ll never forget it.

Well, her words kept me away from your neighbor’s farm until I was in my senior year at highschool. It was a beautiful warm April Monday that I skipped school to go fishing. And I headed to a beaver pond that was really on the Hanson farm but just enough of it was on our farm that I could drop a hook into its dark water and still not be trespassing.

The weather was unusually hot that April Monday. So much so that I stripped off my shirt as I fished. Then feeling the beautiful warmth of the sun on me after a cold winter, I decided to strip naked and sunbath on the grassy bank of the beaver pond. Well, one thing lead to another and before long I was playing with my dick as I remembered watching daddy take a piss at the barn the day before. I loved watching daddy pissing. His dick was long and he seemed to have much more foreskin than I did. Of course I started fantasizing about sucking his dick and began jacking myself so intensely that I didn’t see the old man until he cleared his throat.

And suddenly I found old Crazy George standing over me staring down at me with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. The old man looked like a giant standing over me as I looked up at him. His face was lined and weather and mean looking. It took me a moment to realize that the old man was as naked as I was. And although his face looked old, with it white thinning hair, and huge ears and a big nose, he had the hard muscled body of a younger man. And his entire body was so well tanned that I realized that he must go naked most of the time.

Then I finally took a glance at the old man’s crotch. I almost openly gasped at the sight that met my eyes. Hanging between his varicose veined, muscular legs was the longest dick I had ever seen and a set of humongous balls. I glanced back into the blue-eyed face of the old man. He wasn’t smiling. In fact his face looked wicked.

“Hi.” I somehow managed to speak up. “My name’s Pete. I live on the farm next door.”

The old man tilted his head to the side as I spoke. But he didn’t speak. He just stared down at me laying naked in the grass with my fingers still locked around my hard dick.

“Are you George?” I asked nervously. I wanted to bolt up and run away but my legs would move I was so frightened.

Again the old man tilted his head to the side. Then he squatted down beside me and as he did so I thought it was the end for me. I closed my eyes in fear. But when nothing happened after a moment, I opened them and found the old man squatting down inches from me.

Then the old man opened his mouth. The sound that came out wasn’t a word but a moaning outcry that I had heard deft people use whenever they tried to speak. Then the old man lifted his big weathered right hand and pointed a long index finger to his mouth and then to his ears and shook his head.

“You deft and dumb?” I asked. Then realizing that the old man couldn’t hear me, I nodded my head up and down. “Ok. I understand.” I spoke out loud as the sound of my voice seemed to calm me. I smiled.

The old man smiled back at me and he seemed to almost magically to be transformed into one of the handsomest old men I had ever seen.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhh” He made his strange gargling sound as he lifted his hand and closed it into a fist and started pumping it up and down. Then he stopped and pointed a finger at my dick.

“Yea. Yea, I was jacking off.” I said. I let go of my dick and was surprised to find it still hard enough to stand straight up on its own. I guess the sight of the naked old deft mute squatting down inches from me had me more excited than I had realized.

The old man smiled again and then set down on the grass and spread he legs out and reached down and took hold of his huge dick. As I watched, the old crazy man closed his hand around his thick dick and began to slowly swing his enormous dick back and forth. I stared at his huge dick moving back and forth as though hypnotized. Never had I even dreamed that someone’s dick could as big as the old man’s dick. And damn if it didn’t grow bigger and thicker the longer he swung it back and forth until I swear the old man was finally holding a horse cock in his big weathered hand.

Glancing over at me and seeing how intensely I was watching him play with his dick, the old man smiled at me and let go of his dick. Then he motioned for me to grab it. Hell, I was so lusting to touch the old man’s dick that ten horses couldn’t have dragged me from the spot. The size of the old man’s dick and his incredible offer to let me touch it had driven my fear of him away.

I reached out timidly. I’ll never forget the feel of his soft foreskin against my fingers as I closed my hand around the shift of his enormous dick. And was shock to find that I couldn’t even reach around his massive dick it was so thick. I slowly moved my hand down the enormous shaft of the old deft mute’s dick causing his long foreskin to retract until the tip of a huge mushroom-shaped dick head appeared. I had never seen a man’s dick head shaped like the old man. It looked like a giant mushroom cap sitting atop an almost equally enormous dick shaft. And as I pulled back the old man’s foreskin until all of his beautiful strange shaped dick head was in full view, I found myself wondering if I could get it all in my mouth.

I remember getting my mouth around the dick of Mr. Smith’s stud horse once when I was over visiting Bobby Gene and he had gone into the house to get us a glass of lemonade. The huge draft horse had a dick even thicker than the deft old man’s dick. I remember having to stretch my mouth as wide as possible to get the head of the stud horse fully inside my mouth.

Still thinking of the stud horse’s dick, I leaned forward. All fear of the old man was gone. Now I just lusted after his dick. I glanced up into the old man’s deep blue eyes as my mouth neared his dick. The old man was smiling and nodding his head up and down. Then my lips touched the old deft mute’s dick.

The old man made his strange gargling noise as I kissed the big piss hole in the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. He made the sound even louder when I opened my jaws as wide as they would go and take the enormous head of his dick into my mouth. Damn it tasted like a man. I loved the manly taste of the old man’s huge dick. And damn if his dick head wasn’t about the same size of the stud horse’s cock. My jaws were aching but still I force my mouth even wider as I not only took the head of the old man’s dick into my mouth but also swallowed several inches of the shaft of his dick. I savored the taste of the old man’s dick as his engorged thick shaft plowed down my throat. It was great. I want to take all of the old crazy man’s dick. But finally I gagged and had to pull the old mute’s dick out of my mouth.

“I’ve never knew a man could have such a dick. But then you’re not a normal man are you?” I said out loud as the old mute tilted his head to one side and then the other as though trying to make out what I was saying. Then he suddenly got up on his all fours and turned his hairy ass toward me. I looked puzzled.

As though to make me understand what he wanted me to do, the old mute spit on his right hand and reached back and began to finger his asshole. And damn if he didn’t quickly insert all four fingers deep inside his big ass hole. As I watched the old mute started shoving his whole hand into his asshole. I watched in astonishment as he somehow managed to press his hand past his thumb into his own asshole. Then he pulled it out and looked back to me. When I didn’t respond, he pointed to my own engorged dick.

Suddenly I realized that the old man wanted me to fuck him. I had read about queers corn holing one another but hadn’t really believed it to be face. But after seen the old mute stuff all most all of his hand up his asshole, I was a believer. Still, I don’t know if I would enjoy fucking the hairy ass of the old men. But I did move up behind him. Then as he started wiggling his big hair ass, I pressed the head of my thick dick against this ass bud.

It felt wonderfully hot. Just like I had always thought a woman’s pussy would feel. Now I understood why queers fucked one another in that ass. Damn it felt good. The old man hot asshole felt great against the head of my dick. Then I pushed my fat dick head into the old mute. Gee, if felt as though as I pushing my dick into liquid fire. The inside of the old man’s asshole was so hot and soft. There wasn’t any resistance so I just kept shoving more and more of my fat dick inside of him until every inch of my long dick was inside the old man. It felt so good to be deep inside of him that I knew that I would last long. Never before had my young dick known such intense pleasure. Then I was pumping my dick in and out of the old man’s asshole as hard and fast as I could. He made extremely loud gargling sounds as I ass fucked him. It felt so wonderful that I never wanted to stop fucking the old man’s asshole, but I could hold back. Suddenly I was squirting my boy seed inside the old man’s asshole. But I kept fucking him until my dick betrayed me and deflated. Only when my big boy dick slipped out of his asshole did I move back from his hairy ass.

The old mute slowly turned around to face me. He was grinning from ear to ear as he grabbed his huge dick in his hand and crawled over to where I was sitting on the grass. Then he started jacking his monster dick as he pointed his piss hole squarely between my eyes. And damn if the thought of the old mute cuming on my face didn’t appeal to me. I suddenly found myself wanting the old man to shoot his seed on my face.

“Yes, cum on me, Old Man! Shoot off on my face.” I called out knowing that only I would hear the words, but that also excited me. Being able to say anything I wanted and not be heard thrilled me in a strange way. “Cum on me!” I almost shouted.

The old mute’s dick seemed to grown even larger as he pumped his only inches from my face. Looking straight into his piss hole, I watched as it began to flare open. I knew he was fixing to shoot his load. I keep my eyes open. I wanted to watch the old man’s seed squirting into my face.

It happened. Suddenly white cum shot from his piss hole. It struck me on the forehead. Then another stream hit me on the noise. I opened my mouth and received a mouthful of the old man’s seed. It tasted sweet. I swallowed. Then the old man pressed the head of his dick against my lips and I opened my mouth. I drained his deflating dick of the final ounce of cum and kept sucking on it until the old mute pulled his dick out of my mouth.

To be continued....