Kelly’s Store

Some of you might think that living out in the country you don’t have much sex. Well, I’m here to tell you different. My name is Dan and I just retired from an accounting job with a big firm in Atlanta and moved back to Houston County Alabama where I was born and raised. I expected to have to make trips back to Atlanta if I wanted any sex with older men (I only like men my age or older). But at seventy-one, I’ve kind of slowed down in the sex department and didn’t think it would be a problem. Anyway seems that when one gets old and sees the ending rushing up on you, one wants to be back where one grew up. Well, at least that the way I felt. So, I bought me an old farmhouse for almost nothing and settled back into the slow relaxed lifestyle of lower Alabama.

The farmhouse is down by Big Creek, only live a mile from Kelly’s Store. I usually go to Kelly’s early in the morning . They have a cafe of sorts, which serves breakfast and hotdogs and sandwiches for lunch. I found it fun to sit at one of the three tables and chat with other locals in the morning over a cup of coffee.

That’s where I met Jim Newman. He drives the school bus for Rehobeth High School. At 69, I thought him a little old for a school bus driver but then what do I know about such things. And Mr. Jim as they call him, was friendly with me from the get go. I had hoped that he was gay, but he said he was married so I tried to put any thought of having sex with him out of my mind even thought I found it difficult. You see, he has such a huge bulge in the crotch of his overalls that I found it practically impossible to keep my eyes off it.

I guess because I have a small dick I am somewhat of a size queen. But don’t go and get the idea that I act like a queen. I’ve been told that I am straight looking and acting. I like to believe that. I’m sort of over weight. I weigh 210 lbs and am five feet ten inches. My hair, what’s left of it, is gray. I got a chest full of gray hair (which I love to show off and wear my shirt half buttoned to do so) and strong hairy arms. Guess I look like one of the farmers in my blue work shirt and jeans.

But then maybe something about me told the old farmers that gathered a Kelly’s in the morning that I was queer. Some of them would hardly give me the time of day while others like old man Jim was overly friendly.

Old man Jim was always talking about fishing down at Big Creek. Well, I had gone there often and never caught squat. I told him that one day and he said I should come along with him one day and he would show me hot to catch one bigger than I could handle.

Well I told him I was ready anytime. And he told me his wife work at the hospital in Dothan during the day and why didn’t I gather up my fishing gear and come by in house in an hour and we would go fishing. Well, it didn’t take me long to say yes. Thinking about spending the day watching the bulge in the crotch of his overalls, was I pleasant thought.

Later, when I drove up to the old farmer’s house, I saw Mr. Jim walking toward his big barn. I figured that’s was where he kept his fishing tackle and followed after him. I didn’t see him at first when I entered the barn. But as my eyes adjusted to the light I finally spotted him at the rear looking over into one of the many stalls.

“Hello!” I called out as I approached.

The old farmer turned to me and motioned me over. “I just bought me a Shelton Pony.” He said. “Come over and take a look at him.”

I could smell the horse and saddle leather as I approached the stall. There’s something arousing about the smell of leather and horses.

“Take a look at the dick on him!” The old farmer said as I leaned against the stall’s half gate and peeked inside. “I bet his dick is a foot and a half long. And look how thick it is.” The old farmer said pointing to the little stallion’s fully extended penis.

I hadn’t seen a horse’s dick with a hard on since I was a kid and I must say the resemblance to a man’s dick shocked me. I guess my mouth must have dropped open because the old farmer laughed. “Don’t tell me a man of your age has never seen a horse’s dick hard before?” He said and laughed.

“Yea, but it’s been a while.” I finally answered. “Just wish I had one a fraction that size.” I added.

“Mine not as big as his.” The old farmer said pointing to the pony’s long dick protruding from his belly. “But it’s big enough.”

“Really.” I said turning and looking at Mr. Jim. “It must be something if you compare it to his.” I stated.

“Hell, it’s so big my wife will not let me fuck her any more.” The old farmer said. “About the only sex I get is with my hand.” He looked me directly in the eyes and added. “You ever jack off?”

“Yea, sometimes, by at my age it takes a while.” I replied.

“I like jacking off out here looking at the pony’s cock.” Mr. Jim confessed. “Kind of reminds me of when I was a kid and used to jack off with other boys. You ever do that?”

“Yea.” I said nodding my head. The old farmer’s talk was getting me so excited that I was beginning to shake.

“I kind of miss having someone to jack off with, do you?” The old farmer said.

I was now so excited that I could only nod my head.

Without another word the farmer unzipped his overalls and reached inside and pulled out the damn biggest dick I had ever seen hanging between the legs of a man. And it really looked impossibly big on such a small old man. The funny thing was that it wasn’t even hard yet.

“Damn!” I exclaimed.

“Show me your!” The old farmer demanded as he slowly began to pull back his long foreskin draping over the head of his dick. I stood there mesmerized as I watched the biggest mushroom head I had ever seen come into view as he peeled back his foreskin completely.

“My, oh my! That’s something.” I mumbled as I reluctantly unzipped my jeans and pulled my small circumcised dick out. “It’s not much.” I said.

“Here’s let’s compare.” The old farmer said as he bought his huge old dick up and pressed it along side of my peter and against the front of my jeans.

“Hell mine is ten times the size of your.” The old farmer exclaimed, as the different is the size of our dicks seemed to excite him. And I must admit that seeing his huge pecker along side of my puny little peter certainly excited me.

“Pull your jean all the way off.” The old farmer said as he took a step back from me. “Show me your ass.” He added when I hesitated.

God! My hands were shaking from excitement as I pulled off my jeans and under shorts and kicked them aside.

“Turn around.” Mr. Jim ordered.

I did as he asked and as I did so I began jacking my little peter. Suddenly I felt the huge mushroom head of his pecker rubbing up and down the crack of my ass.

“Seeing the pony’s hard dick makes me want to fuck something.” The old farmer said. “You ever been fucked?” He asked as he continued to rub his huge pecker head up and down the crack of my ass.

“Yea.” I admitted.

“I thought so.” The old farmer said. “You got a nice hairy ass for such an old man. You are queer aren’t you?”

“Yea.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yea.” I said as I reached up and grabbed my big nipples and started twisting them. “Fuck me.” I added.

I heard the old farming spitting and moments later felt the heads of his pecker, this time moist, pressing against my asshole. Then as I stared at the pony’s foot and a half cock poking our of his belly, I felt the old farmer’s began to force the mushroom head of his dick into my asshole.

“Oh, God! It’s big!” I cried out. The pony bobbed his had up and down and made a funny sound and damn if he didn’t walked over to the gate and position himself up so near it so that if I had wanted to I could have reached out and touched his enormous cock. Suddenly I wondered if the old farmer didn’t do more that just look at little stallion’s cock.

But the suddenly onslaught of pain, caused me to think only of the old farmer’s huge pecker forcing it way into my asshole. It hurt! God it hurt. But I wanted his old pecker inside me desperately. “Fuck me!” I cried out as my own little old peter bounced up and down I was so excited.

I felt like I was a virgin boy again instead of a 71yo old gay that had been fucked hundreds of times. That’s how big the old farmer pecker was!

Suddenly the mushroom head of his pecker popped completely into my asshole. My back arched! I let out a grunt. My asshole felt as though it had suddenly been ripped open. I tried to pull away but the old farmer grabbed my hips and held me in place.

And even at that moment I notice that the pony was suddenly acting agitated. He was bobbing his had up and down and making those strange snorting sounds. His head wasn’t the only thing bobbing up and down. His huge cock was also bobbing.

Then suddenly as the old farmer send his huge pecker as deep into my ass as it would go, damn if the pony didn’t cum. I couldn’t believe the mass of thick white sperm that gushed from his cock and pooled up on the floor of the stall.

I went crazy. I pushed my old ass back against the old farmer’s pecker driving it farther into me. Then as he began to fuck me like I was a whore, I let go of one of my nipples and reached down and began to jack my little peter hard and fast.

“Fuck me. Fuck me!” I canted as the old farmer pumped his horse sized pecker into me while I jacked my little peter. “Cum inside of me. Give it to me!” I shouted as I stared down at the pool of sperm from the pony’s cock.

Mr. Jim shoved my pecker brutally deep into me and came! I felt his sperm gushing out of his horse cock! I pushed my ass against his crotch as my own little peter began to squirt its load onto the stall’s gate.

Suddenly my legs were weak. If old man Jim hadn’t been holding my hips, I would have collapsed completely. But he held me up and continued fucking my ass wildly until his old pecker deflated and slipped out of my asshole.

“Damn, you might have a small dick but you got one Hell of a hot asshole.” The old farmer said as he walked over to his clothes and started getting dressed. “You ready to go fishing?” He added.

I was so exhausted that I could only shake my head as I stumbled over to my clothes. My asshole felt like I had been rape and my legs were so shaky that I could hardly walk.

“I... got to go home.” I mumbled. “I’ll go fishing with you some other time.”

“Sure, I have another friend that I’ll ask along. He’s the principle of the local high school. I think the three of us could have a good time.”

“Yea... sure.” I mumbled as I stumbled toward the door walking like I still had his enormous dick stuck up my ass. I’m not going to have to go to Atlanta very often, I thought as I drove away from Mr. Jim’s house.