Dr. Leo

I watched the Grey Hound Bus pull away from the bus station. It was headed to Key West. That would be my next stop. But for now, I would stay in Fort Lauderdale. Maybe in December when it started to get a little chilly, I would move on down the line. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my last twenty-dollar bill. Then headed for the convenience store near 7^th street and Federal Highway. At seventy-four my long lean old legs were still capable of putting younger guys to shame. I guess it was my years of being a bum and having to walk every where I went. I had been a bum for over forty years. Ever since a can of beer became more important to me than performing surgery. Doctor Leo Middlemen. Hell, it’s been so long since I’ve heard someone call me by that, I don’t even think I would respond.

I glanced down at my dark tanned hands. It was hard for me to believe in a time when they were steady enough to use a scalpel. Now a can of beer was better fitted for them and even them they shook so much that I sometime sloshed beer on myself while taking a drink. The walk to the store outside of Veteran’s Park was quick. I bought a six pack and had it put in a brown paper bag. Of course the moment I got outside of the convenience store I took one out and popped the top. Damn the cold liquid felt good sliding down my throat.

I finished two beers by the time I reached the tennis courts of the park. Needing to piss, I head for the toilet. I knew enough not to leave my bag outside. I took it and the beer inside. A man was standing at the urinal nearest to the sink and mirror. He glanced at me and smile. He was old but not as old as me, maybe in his sixties and looked well to do as he was wearing fancy shoes and nice pressed shorts and a Polo shirt. Queer. I thought as I nodded my head and went to the urinal next to the old man. He followed my progress, smiling all the while. He was nice looking. He had gray hair instead of a bald head like me. And where I’m skinny, the old queer at the urinal was almost plump.

Putting down my duffle bag and paper sack of beer, I walked up to the urinal but kept far enough back so that the queer could see me unzip my fly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me intently as he feverishly jacked his short dick. The queer’s eyes got big when I started pulling my old pecker out. I turned my head so I was facing the old queer and smiled as I finally got my all of my huge pecker out of my soiled slacks. I let go of it and letting my old dick flop down and uncoil. I smiled at the old queer’s reaction when he saw just how long and thick my old cut pecker was.

“Never saw one that big.” He mumbled staring at my huge old pecker with such lust that it was funny. “Can I touch it?” He asked. I nodded my head yes and the old queer reached out and touched the head of my cut pecker with his soft white hands that had never seen hard work. “Beautiful!” He exclaimed. “Can I suck it?”

I told him no that I was afraid someone might walk in on us. He asked if I wanted to come home with him. I asked if he had some beer. He said no but he could stop and buy some. That’s all I had been waiting for. Hell, getting my dick sucked by a queer and getting free beer was a good day’s work for me.

True to his word the old queer stopped at the same convenience store that I had and bought a 24 pack of Bud. Then took me to his lavish home in the fancy Victoria Park section of Fort Lauderdale. His house was large for the area and had been recently remodeled. I figured it was worth just about a million. I smiled. His house was still nothing compared to the mansion I used to own on Long Island. I let the thoughts of my past slip from my mind. They always made me uncomfortable. Each time I thought about my former life as a doctor, the tremendous pressure that I had been under constantly rush into my mind almost overwhelming it.

“I need a beer.” I said out loud as the old queer showed me into his home beaming proudly and thinking that surely I was impressed. I followed him from room to room like a was suppose to as I drank the warming beer and felt the sense of pressure that the memories had brought falling away from me again.

“This is my bedroom.” The old queer said as we entered a bedroom.

“You want me to take a shower first?” I asked.

“No that’s ok. Just undress.” The old queer said as he started taking off his clothes. I watched him undress as I too took off my clothes. His body was flabby and almost hairless except for a gray patch of hair in his crotch. His dick was short and uncut. His balls small and tight against his body. It didn’t matter to me what he looked like. What mattered was the beer he had bought me.

“Damn, that’s the biggest dick I have ever seen.” The old queeer called out when I pulled down my shorts. “And man you have a lot of gray hair on your chest.” He added. I told him yea but too bad I didn’t have some hair on my head.. “Can I suck you?” He asked.

“Do whatever you want. But I’m not queer.” I told him. “I’m just here because you bought me some beer. But if you want to suck on my old pecker while I drank another beer, go right ahead. You are not the first queer that’s sucked my dick”. I told the old queer.

He immediately dropped to his knees in front of me as I placed my sack of beer on the night stand and as he lifted my huge limp dick to his lips, I pulled out another beer and popped the tab. I don’t care that the beer was now warm as piss. It still tasted great. After taking a deep swallow I glanced down at the old queer. He was holding my dick in front of his nice clean-shaven face examining it in awe. Then as I watched the old queer looked up into my eyes as he brought the big mushroom head of my pecker to his lips. Still staring up at me with his soft blue eyes he opened his mouth and took the entire huge head of my dick into his mouth.

I’m not queer but still I did enjoy his warm moist mouth around my dick as much as I would have if it had been a woman’s mouth. I didn’t care, man, woman or whatever. Just like I didn’t care what brand of beer I drank, I didn’t care what gender I have sex with. Funny that being a bum and increased my sex drive. When I was a doctor, my wife had divorced me because I wouldn’t or couldn’t have sex. Now that I was a carefree drunk I wanted sex all the time. Beer and sex, any kind of beer and any kind of sex was my life. And what was strange was the drunker I would get the more I wanted sex and the harder my old pecker would get.

When I had gotten on the bus in Chicago with four six packs of beer I had drank so much by the time we passed the state line that I was flashing my dick. Could have gotten me in trouble. But people that ride buses are used to perverts so no one reported me to the driver. Anyway I was sitting it the very back of the bus where all the perverts sit. And I was careful not to let any kids see my huge dick.

Now I was well on my way to getting drunk and the old queer’s mouth was just that my old pecker needed. I could feel it swelling up in his mouth. And the old queer could feel it too. I could see it in his soft blue eyes as they got bigger. His eyes really bulged out when I grabbed him by the back of the head and began pulling his face toward my crotch forcing inch after inch of my huge pecker into his moist, warm mouth.

“Show me how good a cock sucker you are, Old Man.” I said out loud. “Let see how much dick an old queer like you can take down your throat.” I added as I smiled down at him as I pulled his gray-haired head toward me ramming several more inches of my pecker down his throat. The old queer started struggling but I held his head in place as I pushed my hips forward ramming even more dick down his throat. And I didn’t stop shoving dick into him until my gray pubic hair was crushing against his clean smooth face. Only when he looked like he was turn blue from lack of air, did I let his head go and allowed him to pull my huge dick out of his throat.

The old man gasped for air as he looked up at me like I was a god or something. When I reached for his head again, he didn’t resist. I pulled his face toward my stiff straight dick. He opened his mouth as wide as he could as I forced my mushroom-headed pecker down his throat again. This time I wasn’t as gentle as before. I rammed the entire length of my pecker down his cock sucking throat in one motion. It felt wonderful. And I got off on seeing the concern in the old queers as I held my pecker inside him keeping him for breathing. But not once did he struggle.

When I took my dick out of his mouth, the old queer again gasped for breath. But once he as able to speak he said. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“If that’s what you want.” I told him as I drained the last drop of beer out of the can in my hand. “Get on the bed.” I ordered. “And spread them legs as wide as possible so I can rape that asshole of yours.” I commanded.

And like a good little soldier, the old queer did exactly as I asked. Actually as I climbed on the bed I found myself thinking that the old queer’s asshole, pink and hairless, looked better than a lot of pussies I had fucked. And I even found his small dick and balls were turning me on. As it was a thrill to see the difference in the size of our dicks and balls. My balls like my dick is oversized. The old queer’s dick and balls looked like an infant’s compared to mine.

Being that he hadn’t given me any lubricate, I was forced to spit on my hand and use my own spit to lubricate my dick enough to enter him. He’s pink hole was big but not big enough for my huge pecker. My mushroom head wouldn’t go in. I had to strain so hard them my dick bent before the big head of my pecker started to pry open the old queer’s used asshole. And the old guy started whimpering like a little kid as I forced my old pecker head in him. I would have stopped if he had asked me to, but the old queer just lay there shaking his head back and forth and whimpering as my huge mushroom head raped open his old pink asshole that must have known a thousand lesser dicks, but never a grandpa dick like mine.

It took such an effort for me to get the head of my pecker inside the old queer that I had to pause a moment to catch my breath. Then when I was ready and the old queer was looking me directly in the eyes, I rammed my stiff monster dick deep into him. His blue eyes rolled back in his head as he gasped for breath as almost the entire length of my huge old pecker plunged into his hot moist old asshole. I pushed some more of it into him and he arched his back at an almost impossible angle. Then his eyes seemed to focus again as he looked up at me with such admiration that it touched me. And in response I stared pumping my huge old pecker into his badly stretched asshole as hard as I could slam it into him. The old queer head bounced from side to side as he began whimpering like a little boy again. I found myself liking the sounds he was making. And realized that for the first time I was finding myself attracted to another man. It was a strange feeling. As I had fucked many queers in my wandering across the country but they had only been a hole to use for my pleasure and a source of another beer.

But this old queer was affecting me differently. Maybe it was his total disinterest in my past or that I was a bum. Maybe it was the way he submitted to me, like a little kid getting fuck by his grandpa. Because in spite of him being in his sixties, he actions were like a little boy’s. What was it that turned me onto him? I didn’t know. But as I plunged my dick up to my gray pubic hairs into him, I found myself leaning forward moving my face nearer and nearer to his.

When my lips met him, I felt a strange tingle like nothing I had ever before felt when kissing a woman. I had never kissed a man before. But suddenly I felt myself slipping my tongue inside the old queer’s mouth that only recently had been sucking my dick. This thought alone should have repulsed me. It didn’t. And when the skillful tongue of the old queer began to massage my tongue, I went wild with pent up passion. I stared kissing and fucking the old queer as hard as I could. He responded by kissing me like I had never been kissed before. The old queer did things with his tongue inside me mouth that caused my dick to swell even bigger as lust like I had never before know swept over me.

I fucked the old queer and kissed him until I began to feel his hard little cock being thrust against my belly. I don’t know what caused me to do such a thing, but suddenly I wasn’t kissing the old queer any more. I was bending almost double over him as I reached my mouth for his dick. Then for the first time in my life I had another man’s dick in my mouth. I should have felt revulsion but I found myself enjoying the texture of the skin of his old dick. And his pecker was so small that I didn’t have a problem taking it all inside my mouth. As I sucked on the old queer’s little dick, I grabbed his small balls in my hand and began to squeeze them even as I continued to pound my dick into his asshole time after time. The old queer buckled and whimpered under me from the brutal fuck and my efforts to squeeze his little balls as hard as I could.

Then suddenly I felt liquid squirting out of the old queer’s dick. Cum. I had man cum in my mout!. But for one that has rummaged through lots of garbage cans, I just swallowed the old queer cum and even found the taste pleasing. And suddenly I realized that once the old queer had cum he wouldn’t want me to fuck him anymore. So, I pulled my huge dick out of his stretched opened asshole. And I started to jack my dick when an idea occurred to me. I turn around so my asshole was facing the old queer’s head and moved back until I had position my ass over his face. Then as I started jacking my huge pecker, I set down on the old queer’s face until my asshole was pressing against his mouth.

The old queer didn’t hesitate to open his mouth and start licking my asshole. Then as I jacked my dick faster and faster, the old queer started snaking the tip of his tongue inside my asshole. Damn, it felt wonderful. Then the old queer’s tongue slipped completely inside my old asshole and I shot off. What a load of cum I sprayed onto the old queer’s stomach and crotch. I couldn’t ever remember cuming so much as I rolled off the old queer and lay beside him.

And damn if the old queer didn’t snuggle up against me like I was his husband or something, but strangely enough I didn’t mind. I didn’t brush his hand off my chest as he hugged me tight. It felt good to be in the old queer’s arms. I found myself feeling like I belonged somewhere for the first time since I stopped being Dr. Leo.