My Guest

I could hear the old man's loud snores coming form the bedroom as I set in the living room with my Budweiser. The drunker I got the hard my dick grew as I set in my overstuff Queen Ann chair remembering how the old man looked when he had walked out of the bedroom dressed only in his white boxer shorts. I had tried not to stare opening at him as he went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. The old man had told me earlier in the even the he couldn't sleep without drinking a glass of milk before going to bed.

The sight of the tall lanky old man standing at the table drinking his glass of milk wouldn't leave my mind. He's hairy body had excited me so much at the time that I had gotten a hard on immediately. And his full head of gray hair had primed me the point that if I had touched my big dick it would have erupted.

I had to keep reminding myself that he was married and the father of my best friend, Jack, in New Hampshire. Jack had asked if I minded his father staying with me while he was down here for the boat show. Well, I had known Jack for twenty years. He and his wife Carol had owned the Village House Restaurant next to my motel in Franconia, NH. Jack and I had gone fishing and hunting together in the White Mountains. He was the only real straight friend that I had. So of course I had told him sure, his father could stay with me.

Well, if I had known what a temptation the old man would be to me, I would have hesitated and maybe even said no. But now the damage was done. The handsome old man was in the bedroom asleep on one of the twin beds and I was getting ready to climb in the other one sporting a roaring hard on for him.

I have a big dick, but I feared that Jack's father's cock was even larger than mine. The way his loose boxer shorts had bulged in the crotch foretold of a monster dick hanging between his legs, and I was shaking with excitement just thinking about the old man as I placed my empty Bud bottle on the table and headed for the bedroom.

Good thing the old man was asleep because when I undress my dick was sticking straight out from my crotch. And as I looked down at him lying out from under his sheet in his white boxer shorts, my dick jerked up and down. I couldn't help but reach down and grab my dick as I stared at the handsome old man in the faint light that filtered through the bedroom window to illuminate his motionless form.

Damn! Was he gorgeous! Why couldn't I find a gay man half as handsome as him! And that package that his boxer shorts hid, God what I would do for a few minutes of love making with him. "I would sell my soul for sure." I found myself whispering as I quietly bend down to peek at the gapped opened fly of his white boxer shorts.

I could see pale cock flesh through the opening of his fly. The tiny glimpse of his dick sent chill bumps over my body. And in spite of knowing better I found myself leaning over moving my face closer and closer to fly of the old man's white boxer shorts.

Then my face was close enough to his cock flesh that I could smell his natural body perfume. Damn it was like a stallion getting a whiff of a mare in heat! I bent closer and touched my moist lips lightly to the patch of exposed cock flesh. I kissed the soft skin of the old man's dick.

My heart rate went wild! Blood surged to my dick! It jerked and throbbed as though about to explode. I kissed the old man's exposed cock flesh a second time. My knees weakened. I straightened up. I turned to walk away. I couldn't! The old man was like a powerful magnet pulling me back.

For the second time I found myself leaning over the old man's bed. This time I reached my hand down and touched my index finger lightly against the old man's exposed cock flesh. When he didn't waken, I stroked his pale dick lightly.

The feel of his soft cock flesh against the tip of my finger was orgasmic. Then I was reaching my finger inside his fly. I held my breath as I gently took hold of his huge soft dick and began pulling it out through his fly.

Suddenly the old man stirred! I froze! Then his breathing became heavy once again and I finished pulling his dick out of his boxer shorts. Damn! What a monster! I couldn't believe the size of the old man's dick. As big as my dick is, his made me look rather small.

I slowly stretched out the old man's soft dick and whistled under my breath at the sheer length of his old dick. It stretched out like some pale snake poking out of his fly.

With it completely out, I knelt down beside the bed and leaned over and kissed his dick shaft and moved my lips light toward its foreskin covered cock head. I kissed the tip of his foreskin. The aroma of his old dick was intoxication.

I didn't mean to take the tip of his foreskin in my mouth. It just happened. And then I tasted his cock and couldn't stop from sucking gently on his foreskin.

The old man's dick reacted quickly. Suddenly is was swelling up. It doubled in size. His dick head grew almost too big for my mouth. Then with a mouth full of the old man's dick, I was lost.

Suddenly I was sucking him with out caring if he awoke or not. I took as much of his old dick in my mouth as I could swallow and sucked and tongue it as thought he was awake and approving of my actions.

The old man's dick grew rock hard as I sucked as much of it as I could get inside my mouth. I tried to deep throat the old man entire dick but could only manage about half of it before I was forced to stop or gag.

Then suddenly something wonderful happened. The old man came! Cum flooded my mouth. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and received a face full of cum. I thought the old man wasn't going to stop cuming. I had never seen so much cum squirting out of a dick before. And I eagerly licked and swallow every drop.

God! What have I done, I suddenly thought as I pulled back? I glanced at the old man's face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy. Is he asleep or awake? I wondered. But when he didn't move I reached down and pulled my dick out. Then I stood up and began masturbating myself as I stared down as his still huge dick.

The sight of the old man lying there with his dick out of his white boxer shorts brought me quickly to a climax. I shot a big load of cum in my hand. Then when I finished I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked my own cum from my hand while still staring down at the old man. Then the shame of what I had done to my best friend's father came over me and I hurried into bed.

The next morning I got up early and had breakfast ready when the old man got up. I didn't know what to expect. I half expected him to say something about what I had done last night because the more I thought of it the more I realized that surely he must have been awaken to have came.

"Good Morning." The old man said as he entered the kitchen wearing only his boxer shorts.

"Good Morning." I responded weakly not about to even look at the old man.

"Gee, that looks great! You shouldn't have gone through so much trouble fixing bacon and eyes and hash browns." The old man said as he pulled out his chair.

I shrugged and then said nervously. "Did you sleep good last night?"

"Just the kind of sleep I came down here for, Pete." He said and winked. "I hope I sleep as well tonight." He added and flashed a big smile.