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6727:Northern New Hampshire white 57yo, 5'10",175 lbs. brown hair, green
eyes, very thick 8 1/2" uncut, masculine, clean cut, seeks men 50
to 75.
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Nick Richards
255 Shore Drive
Storm Lake, Iowa 50592
September 1, 1990
Dear Nick,
Well I did it! I placed an ad in the National Bulletin of Chicago. I really didn't know what else to do. I have tried to stop Hank from calling Darrel in New York (you remember I told you about him meeting Darrel in New York when he went there alone) but he still does so but now only when I am out of the house. I am also sure that Darrel calls him. I just don't know what will happen to me if they become lovers. Oh, I really don't think that Hank would kick me out, but who knows. Darrel sure as hell will not want me around and anyway I am not going to become a second banana to anybody. It really hurts that Hank wants someone else, but I have come to grips with that emotion. It was either that or go crazy. Now I’m kind of numb. I am determined that I will not make a big scene. If he is truly in love with Darrel then I will not stand in his way--not that it would do any good. I am going to try like hell to take everything in stride and do whatever I have to do to survive. I just hope that there are people out in the real world that will find a fifty-six-year-old "Burn Out" (that is the way
I am beginning to think of myself) still desirable. It might help that I like older men. Even so, I don't know what to expect.
I know that you don't like Hank and think that I should move on, but the fact is that he is a part of me. Sure he's hard to get along with but we have been together for so many years now and know
each other so well that it is easy to work around each other's rough points. So even though we do not have a passionate love relationship, we do love one another in a low key nice way (or at least we did).
I shouldn’t have agreed to let Hank go to New York City alone. Oh, well, I guess that everything must sooner or later come to an end. I just didn't expect Hank to fall in love with someone else. The uncertainties are what makes life worth living, they say. Well, I am in one of those uncertainties now and maybe this ad will be a means to survive this ambivalent period. As far as the motel is concerned, it is busy! During the Labor Day Weekend we are always full. But as far as the season is concerned it has been very disappointing. Business is down about twenty percent. If Hank didn’t have money coming in from his mother’s inheritance, I would be concerned about our surviving the coming winter.
Pepe is doing well. He barks too much as usual but he is lots of company to Hank and me. I joked to Hank about when a marriage breaks up who gets the dog? We agreed that the wife gets the dog
but could not agree on who is the wife. If someone had told me that I would become so attached to little shit of a dog, I would have laughed in their face. But, I guess he is really like our child. A bad child at that. The little shit is getting fat as a butter ball. His little belly looks like he swallowed a melon. In fact he getting so fat that he can’t jump up into the back of the Bronco any more. And when I got to lift him he growls. But what can I say, we love him.
Since we have been advertising in gay publication, we have begun getting more and more gays. Still, gays make up less that fifteen percent of our business. I had hoped more would come up being
that we are only two and a half hours from Boston. I guess it is going to be a slow process developing a gay following. Until then it is screaming kids in the pool. Even once in a while we do get some interesting telephone calls. Last night I answered the phone with my usual "Hello, Raynor's Motor Lodge." There was a silent pause. And I finally said, "Raynor's Motor Lodge." again.
"Ah, sorry I think I have the wrong number." A nice older man's voice said. There was something sexy about the voice that really turned me on so I quickly said.
"Who were you trying to reach?"
"Well, I . . . I . . . read an ad in the Guide . . . and . . . I felt . . . sort of lonely. I thought maybe I might could meet someone up there. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have called. Goodby."
He hung up before I could say anything. Nick, I don't know what the guy looks like but his voice certainly drives me wild. Every time the phone ring now I rush to answer it hoping it is him again. Maybe one time it will be. One can only hope. Good men are few and far between.
Well, that is the news from the New Hampshire north country.
Take care,
Sincerely,
Tom
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Jack Volts
800 East Beach Rd.
Apartment 711
San Diego, CA 90802
October 8, 1990
Dear Friend!
Have read your Ad in NB and I liked your presentation. Myself I am European, has lived for 17 years in New Zealand and last 24 years here in Southern California. I am 74 years, have my own 1
bedroom apart in best location in Long Island. My friend, pass a way 4 years ago and from that time, I live alone. I will love to met a nice true friend for a permanent friendship and more. Nice guy is hard to get. Include my picture and will like one of yours.
Please write back
Sincerely and truly
Jack Volts
P.S. Will write more next time.
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October 13, 1990
Dear Jack,
Thanks for your reply to my ad (6727) in the National Bulletin. I enjoyed your letter and the picture very much. Jack, you are one handsome man. I am enclosing a couple of photographs of myself.
And as you can see I am only average looking at best. Before I kept rambling on, I should explain why my ad appeared in the Bulletin . . . This is the difficult part and I really don't know where to begin. Well I guess it is best to say that I am uncertain about my future relationship with my lover of six years as he seems to have found someone younger. What course this new relationship will take will be answered when he visits New York City in November and again encounters his new friend. Their relationship has been mostly by telephone since they met last March when Hank (he is also a European--German) was visiting friends in New York. Not knowing what would happen (and still
waiting to see the results), I placed my ad in the Bulletin. I have only had two lovers. I lived with Frank, my first lover, for fourteen years, the last twelve of which we spent in Fort
Dodge, Iowa running a bookstore. In 1984 he died of a heart attack at the age of 63. He did not leave a will and the bookstore and farm all went to his sister. I moved back to New York City (my brother lived there at the time) and met Hank on my second night in the City. He shortly there after bought a motel in New Hampshire and I have been helping him run it ever since.
So that is my story in a nut shell. I want to start my correspondence from my ad with my position stated up front. I have never broken off a relationship. If the relationship fails, it will come from his end and not mine. Right now it looks as though that will be the case.
As I said before, Jack, you are very handsome. I hope that you like my pictures and will continue our correspondence.
Sincerely,
Tom Henry
P.O. Box 10
Franconia, NH 03580
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Nick Richards
255 Shore Drive
Storm Lake, Iowa 50592
October 13, 1990
Dear Nick,
You telephone and I write letters. As always, I enjoyed our monthly phone conversation. Since I talked to you, I have gotten a response from my ad in the National Bulletin. His name is Jack Volts and he is one of the most handsome men (at least from his picture) that I have ever seen. He says he is 74 years old but he doesn't look that age in the picture; therefore I wonder if it was taken years earlier. I do hope it is a current picture because as I said before - he is HANDSOME! He sounds very
lonesome and very honest. I think he is a person that I could fall in love with, in fact I think I am already in love with his picture - if that's possible. Even If I don't get any more responses from my ad, I will still consider it a success.
Things are going well here in Franconia. The season is winding down and the leaf peepers will be gone in another week or so, thank God! It's been a long season and I am tried of checking in
people day after day. Even so, for the first time I am not really looking forward to the ski season. As I said before I feel kind of burned out.
Before I forget, the wrong number guy called again. Man does he have a sexy voice. This time after I said Hello Raynor's ect . . . He said. "I just want to talk to someone. Do you mind?"
"No it's O.K."
"Thanks. I know it is rather strange me calling like this, but I really don't have anyone to talk to." The deep voice said.
"It is just that I have to be careful that my friend doesn't realize that I am not talking to about a reservation."
"Yea, I understand." He said. "Do you have sex with your friend?" He added.
"Yea."
"Is he good in bed?" The voice asked.
"We still enjoy having sex." I answered.
"Does he have a big cock?"
"No."
"Big balls?"
"No."
"Do you have a big cock?" The voice asked.
"Yea, It's eight and a half inches long and five and a half inches thick."
"How about your balls?" The voice asked.
"They are not gigantic but they are good sized." I answered. "And how about yours?" I asked.
"Well, it used to be about six and a half inches but I am so old now that it seldom gets hard anymore. If I had you here to fuck me with that big cock of yours it certainly would get hard. I have never been fucked with a cock the size of yours. I bet it would hurt like hell." The voice said between heavy breathing.
"Are you playing with your cock?" I asked.
"Yea, I am laying here in bed naked and jacking it off." The deep voice answered.
"Is it hard?" I asked.
"It is getting there. If you were here pumping that big monster of yours in my ass it would be rock hard."
"Don't you have a lover?" I asked.
"No I married." The voice confessed.
"Where is your wife?" I asked as my cock began to press against my jeans as it grew hard.
"She is in the bathroom getting ready for bed."
"Aren't you afraid she will come out and discover you on the telephone?"
"No, she always takes a bubble bath and it takes her over an hour. And she just went in."
"Are you going to fuck her when she comes out?" I asked
"No, I'm going to jack off while I'm talking to you." He answered. "She and I seldom have sex anymore." The voice added.
His words make my cock rock hard. He preferred to jack off talking to me than having sex with his wife. "I'll tell you, if I were there I would ram my big cock so deep in your ass you would
scream." I told him.
"You . . . would?"
"Yes, and I would ram it in so hard that my balls would slap against your ass. I would open that asshole of yours up like it has never been opened before.
"Oh . . . Oh! ...I cuming! I cuming!" the deep out of breath voice said. "That was great. Thanks."
"Well it got me hot and bothered too. And although I enjoyed it I would prefer that you didn’t call again. It is just too risky for me to take sex calls. If my friend overheard a conversation like this, he would shit."
"I understand. You don't have to worry about me calling again. I only like to have phone sex with people once. The second time it is never as good as the first. Goodby."
"Goodby." I said and heard the receiver go dead.
I tell you that later that night Hank got the fucking of his life. I rammed him so hard with my cock that he almost jumped off the bed. But he didn't protest. After the first thrust he took it without flinching. He does love to be fucked. Usually I don't like to fuck, but the voice on the phone so turned me on that I was in the mood. I have always wondered what people got out of phone sex but now I know. Now I wished I hadn't of told the guy not to call again. At fifty-six it is very satisfying to still
encounter a first - my first phone sex.
And speaking of sex. You know that rest area new Bretton Woods. Well I stop by there the other day and was there only a few minutes when an old man drove up on a black Chevy pickup. He had a long white beard and you know I don’t care for guys with facial hair. But this old man look handsome in spite of the beard. So, I sat watching him and was just about to decide that he wasn’t going to get out of his truck when he opened the door. He was short and stout. Walking sort of bowlegged, he headed for the bathroom.
I gave him a few minutes and when he didn’t come out immediately, I followed him inside. He was sitting on the toilet next to the urinal. You know the one with a big hole drilled in the side of the stall. As I took my peter at the urinal, I glanced down to see if he was watching. Sure enough I got a hint of his gray beard through the large hole.
So, I stopped any pretense that I was taking a piss and turned to face the glory hole. I started jacking my dick until it was fat and long. Then the old man stuck his finger through the glory signaling me to stick my dick through. I did and he started sucking it immediately. Damn was he good. The old man deep throated my dick as though it was the dick of a six-year-old. If I hadn’t of pulled way from his hot moist mouth, I would have shot off in two minutes.
I knelt down and peeped though the glory hole. The old man had his pants all the way down to his ankles and was seated on the toilet playing with his short little circumcised dick. I motioned for him to let me suck it and he stood up and pressed short dick through the glory hole. It was a nice looking though small dick. It tasted nice and clean as I took it all easily in my mouth. And the old man started hunching the glory hole. That made me believe that he was married. As married men are use to fucking and can’t seem to stop making that hunching motion when they are having their dicks sucked.
I didn’t mean to make him cum as I wanted him to suck me off. But I guess I worked over his dick with my tongue a little to well because he suddenly shot off in my mouth. I barely swallow half of his load when he jerked his dick back inside. And a moment later he almost runs out of the toilet. He must have run to his truck because by the time I shoved my dick back in my pants and washed my hands he was already gone when I got outside.
But I did enjoy sucking his dick. When I peeped through the glory hole, I got a really good look at his face. He eyes were sky blue. His face damn right good looking in spite of the beard. I would have loved to have had him in bed and kissed him and maybe even fucked him. Seems that lots of married men like to get fucked. I do hope that I’ll see him again.
Well, I had better close for now since I have to give Pepe a bath. He is scratching a lot so he must have fleas. If you ever decide to get a dog, think twice before getting a schnauzer. They are cute and intelligent but their hair is so oily that they get a strong odor in a short time and therefore must be given a bath almost every week.
So take care.
As Always,
Tom
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October 19, 1990
Greetings!
Your ad in the recent National Bulletin caught my eye. I have to confess I have two "bell-ringers" in the NB ads - thick and uncut- so, my heart almost skipped a beat when they both appeared
in the same space!
A bit about myself, I fall into your age request at the age of 54. I'm 6 feet tall, weigh in at about 220, balding with brown gray hair and trim beard and possess a 6 inch cut cock. Not in the length league as yours, however, I've had years of pleasure and so have others I might add- so, I won't complain. Guess we could all use another inch or two. In the meantime, I'm getting to mileage out of what I have.
I was a performing musician for many, many years and in recent times have rolled that over to a career in academia. Originally from Florida, but have lived in the Big Apple for so long I guess
I'm a card carrying New Yorker at this point.
I'd be very interested in knowing how "very" the very thick is 5"?-6"? or more? Also, does your foreskin expand enough to allow for a cut cock head to slip in, be covered and stroked to mutual
explosion under your skin?
Cheers!
Richard Stein
302 West 42nd St.
New York, NY 10022
212-438-1005
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October 23, 1990
Richard Stein
302 West 42nd St.
New York, NY 10022
Dear Richard,
Thank you for your reply to my ad in the National Bulletin. You sound like a very nice person; however I do not think you are the type of person that I am seeking. I am certain that somewhere out
there someone is searching for a person with your qualities so do not stop your search.
Sincerely,
6727
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David Bork
P.O. Box 3022
Church Street Station
New York, N.Y. 14008
October 20, 1990
Dear New Hampshire,
I have just received the National Bulletin in which your ad appears. I liked your ad, and I wanted to write you in response to it.
Statistics first, I suppose??? I am 53, white, and the tall thin type. I am HIV negative; I don't smoke or do drugs, and I drink very little...when I do, it's usually wine. I am HIV negative.
I am a professional. I work in downtown New York City, near the Wall Street area. I'm a low level manager at the job; I've been with the same company for about 17 years. I am not a workaholic,
but the job takes up more of my time than I like. I may take early retirement in about 1 ½ years and do other things with my life.
I don't live in the city; I have my own nice house in a nearby suburb. It's very quiet, private and sort of woodsy where I live. I am very interested in Photography; I do all of my own work; by that I mean developing and printing. I work in black and white only. I've turned one of my bedrooms into my darkroom. I guess I consider myself an artist. I frequently use my lunch hour at work to photograph the city and the people near where I work.
I am looking for a new friend and for a lover in a faithful relationship. I have never been promiscuous; the bars and baths have never been a part of my life. This was just a short note to say hello. If you answer, and I hope that you will, I will send you my home address and my photo
next time.
Enclosed is a cartoon I thought was appropriate for this sort of thing! I hope you like it...I Do have a sense of humor!
Sincerely,
David Bork
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October 23, 1990
David Bork
P.O. Box 3022
Church Street Station
New York, NY 14008
Dear David,
Thanks very much for answering my ad placed in the National Bulletin but the ad was meant as a way of meeting locals.
Sincerely,
6727
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October 23, 1990
Jack Volts
800 East Beach Rd.
Apartment 711
San Diego, CA 90802
Dear Jack,
I know that I should waited until I get an answer to my first letter before writing again, but I just couldn’t resist getting off another letter before I leave for a visit to my parents in
Alabama.
I have received several replies to my ad but I am only interested in yours. Of course I have the cart before the horse, because I do not know that you are interested in me since you received my
pictures. It is very possible that I am not your type and if that is the case then let me know and I will not bore you with any further correspondence.
There is one sentence in your letter that tugs at my heart--"please write back." It says to me that you are a lonely person in need of love. I have gotten letters from men that are primarily interested in sex and that is a real turn off. Although sex is an important part of a relationship, it is not the most important ingredient. Sure, I enjoy it as much as the next person but friendship and love are more important. I have never been to the West Coast. Living up here in Northern New Hampshire I am sure that I would find L.A. a very confusing place with all its traffic, and people. And of course all we hear about L.A. is news about street gangs, drugs, mud slides and earthquakes. Still, people that I know who have visited Long Island say it is a very beautiful place to live as is much of the California coast. I guess I am overdue for a visit to California.
I will probably write you again while I am down in Alabama. I hope that you don't mind. I realize that when I return there might be a letter from you stating that you are not interested in me, but for now I am just going to consider you a friend and keep in touch.
Well, I must close for now. I have lots of work to do around the motel before lunch. I look forward to hearing from you, Jack.
Sincerely,
Tom Henry
P.O. Box 10
Francistown NH 03580
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Nick Richards
255 Shore Drive
Storm Lake, Iowa 50592
October 23, 1991
Dear Nick,
I have received two more answers to my ad. They are both from New York City but neither are very interesting as they did not enclose pictures. I gave them the brush off. I guess Jack's response with
such a nice picture spoiled me. And also he didn't give any sexual information in his letter as though to say that it was not important. I like that. To me how a person looks and his personality are much more important than his sexual preferences in bed or how long or how short his cock is. I am not looking for a trick. I am looking for a person to possibly spend the rest of my life with should Hank and I break up.
Speaking of Jack, I wrote him another letter even though I have not received a response from him (it's been over two weeks). Why am I being so bold? I guess as I said before I am practically in love with him or at least his picture. I know that I shouldn't have written since he didn't answer my first letter but I just couldn't help myself - he's so handsome and I so much want to get to know him better. He has such a fatherly look - the look that I have always sought. And I just have a good feeling about him.
Speaking of Hank - actually he and I are getting along better than ever. The reason - I think that Hank's happy with his growing relationship and the diversion and excitement it injects into his
daily routine. For myself, I am excited about the hunt for a new lover and the endless possibilities that must surely be out there. And I am also very excited about Jack. Still, I must say that when I sit in the living room in my chair and look across our antique filled living room at Hank sitting in his wingback chair reading Architectural Digest I do not want our relationship to end. I do not want to face the emotional upheaval that breaking up with Hank would cause.
By the way, I am leaving in a couple of days to visit my folks in Alabama. It is going to be a quick trip and one that I don't really look forward to taking but one that I cannot avoid. One must visit their parents - such is etched in stone (somewhere)! If only there would be a chance to meet some nice older men. There is not much chance of that. In fact the lack of gay older men or any gays for that matter is the main reason I left my hometown.
Now is a good time for my visit. The foliage season is history and so are the tourist. I’m certainly glad to see it end. If I never have to check in another guest for the motel, I will be eternally grateful. I have planted five different colors of tiger lilies around the motel grounds. All in all I think I planted about two hundred. Hopefully next summer they will jazz up the motel with their color. Of course as I planted the bulbs, I though of Frank and how we always had flower gardens back in Fort Dodge. The fact is, Nick, I still think of him often. He was such a nice, kind, and gentle man. I will never find someone else like him and certainly not here in the North Country. I have been here six years and have yet to meet someone that could be a possible future lover (there are some nice looking older men but they are all straight).
Hey, I almost forgot. I saw that old man with the black Chevy pickup truck again. He was in Kelly’s Super Market shopping for groceries. Hank was with me and he even pointed him out to me.
“Isn’t that Sal Hart? The guy that designed the sky trail on Cannon Mountain.” Hank nudged me with his elbow as he was pushing the shopping cart along the meat counter.
And about that time the old man turned to face us and I recognized him as he did me too. I could see it in his blue eyes. Of course I made like I didn’t and he made like he didn’t, but both of us got a shock. Him at seeing me in Kelly’s and me at realizing that I had sucked the dick of the legendary Sal Hart.
And he was ever better looking that before. He had cut his beard so that it was like a New England fisherman’s beard. . . . you know no mustache just a well-trimmed beard on his lower face. And there was a tuft of gray chest hair poking out the top of his shirt. It was all I could do to keep from staring at him. And I take it back. I certainly would take a chance on him as a lover if I ever got the chance.
Well, must close for now. I do not know what will develop between Darrel and Hank but I do know that they are in regular communication. I will keep you informed blow by blow on the Francistown
Soap.
As Always,
Tom
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Dear Nick,
Yea, I know, I just wrote you yesterday, but just had to tell you what happened today. Two old men checked in around 1:00. O’clock this afternoon. I was in the office and checked them in. One was in his late 70's short, stout and bald, with a nice round face and a hairy, gray chest. He was cute old man.
The other (younger) one was tall, with a long horse face and pinkish freckled skin. He had thinning reddish hair. He was the one that signed and paid the bill.
“Saw your ad in The Guide.” He said when I gave him the key to the room. “Can you go swimming naked in the pool?” He asked.
“I wished.” I answered. “I sure would love to turn the motel into an all gay resort, but right now we don’t get enough gay guests.”
“That’s a shame.” The short old man spoke up. “We like to go naked.” He added in his extremely deep voice that I didn’t expect such a little guy to have. “And you can’t expect gays to flock up here unless it is an all gay motel.” He added showing his disappoint in his face at not being about to swim naked.
I shrugged. “If it was up to me, we would make it a gay resort. But my friend doesn’t like the idea.” I confessed.
“See you later.” The tall younger one said as they left the office.
Immediately, I went to the kitchen (as you remember from your visit last year, we practically live in the big kitchen) where Hank was sitting at the table reading the New York Times.
“Guess, I’ll clean the pool.” I said.
Hank lowered his paper enough to peek over the top. “What room did you give them?”
“Room 8.” I answered.
“Is that the room we had problems with the tv last week?” Hank asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.
“Damn. I was trying to avoid using that room until I checked the tv again. Guess it was in the back of my mind. Well, maybe the tv won’t act up this time.” I said as I headed toward the front door of the kitchen.
I glanced back at Hank. He just shook his head and went back to reading the New York Times. As I opened the kitchen door and stepped out into the warm September air, the view of the two long brick unites facing each other a wide grassy lawn and big poor separating them caught my eye as usual. And framed against the back drop of Cannon Mountain and towering Mount Lafayette even after six years, I paused to enjoy the view. But that had been our problem. We choose the motel because of the scenery and not because it was making a lot of money. I shook my head wondering why a nice simple motel in such a beautiful setting would be losing room to little dinky motels like the Hillwinds and the Gale River down the road.
With a sigh, I walked over to the pool and took the long metal pool with a basket on the end and started skimming the trash floating on top of the water of the pool as I glance across the lawn at the front unit. I couldn’t tell exactly which room was number 8 but knew that it should be almost directly across from the pool.
I was almost finished skimming the pool before the door to unit eight opened. Through the screen door I could see movement inside the room. I figured the two old men were going to come out to swim and was anxious to see them in bathing suits. But instead suddenly the short one was standing naked in front of the screen door. I almost slipped and fell in the pool I was so shocked that the length of his dick. I expected the tall guy to have a big dick but not the short one. I figured I as looking at a ten inch or longer dick hanging between the leg of the short stout old man, and the damn thing wasn’t even hard.
Then as I watched the tall fellow moved up behind the short old man. The way he was moving I suddenly realized that he was going to fuck the old man while he stood in the door way. If there had been other guest, I would have rushed over and called a halt to the exhibition, but being they were the only guest and Hank couldn’t see their room from the kitchen window because of the curvature of the building, I just stood there watching them.
The tall old man must have gotten his dick inside the short one because I could see that he was hunching the short old man from behind. And as I watched the short old man’s dick began to stiffen and lengthen until I swear, Nick, the old goat must have had twelve or more inches. I was near enough to their room that I could see that the short old man’s cock was uncircumcised. And let me tell you my own dick was throbbing painful against the crotch of my jeans.
I thought it couldn’t get any better than this. But it did. The tall old man pulled his dick out of the short old man and took his place in from of the screen door. But he turned sideways so that I could see the short old man as he grabbed hold of his monster dick and guided it toward the asshole of the tall guy. I just shook my head in disbelief as the short old man shoved inch after inch of his dick into his friend while the tall one jacked his own dick, which was not small by any means.
You talking about a fucking. Well. The short old man gave his old friend real fucking. He would pull his enormous old dick almost completely out of his friend’s asshole and the ram it back inside. I don’t know how the tall guy could stand to take such a long fat dick so violently. In all my life, I have never shot off without touch or having someone else touch my dick, but, Nick, I did it today. When I saw the short guy pull his dick out of the tall one and start shooting his load on the tall out man’s back, I shot of in my jeans.
Luckily for me, I could tell Hank that I splashed water on myself while cleaning the pool when he saw the big wet spot in the crotch of my jeans when I returned to the house. But I thought that little shit Pepe would make him suspicious when little Pepe started jumping up on my leg and hunching it like he wanted to fuck me. I just looked over to Hank and said. “Look. The little shit sure is horny. Must be a bitch in heat nearby? Better watch him when you let him out so that he doesn’t run away.” I said as I headed up stairs to change my clothes.
Nick, I swear that even though I didn’t participate in the sex act, I enjoyed it as much as if I had been in there with the two old men. When I was upstairs changing, I jacked off again remembering what I had just witnessed. And I am sure that I’ll jack off a lot more times remembering the wonderful show the two old men put on for me. But I sure hope they don’t do it while Hank is out at the pool. He would have a shit! I’m crossing my fingers that they leave tomorrow and don’t stay over.
Well, I ‘ve got to start cooking dinner. So will close for now.
Take care,
Tom
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October 24
Ad #6727
Hi greetings from Texas. I was attracted to your ad so here goes a letter to you. I will be brief this time and if I receive a response from you then the next time I will go into more detail
or respond to any info you may desire.
I am a native Texan, of Italian descent. Am 5 ft. 8 ½" tall, weigh 140 and have brown eyes and brown (with gray) hair. I do not smoke, never used drugs and only drink on special occasions.
I am 67 years old but sue don't feel it and I maintain a trim body as I have always been an exercise buff.
I live in a waterfront suburb midway between Houston and Galveston Island across from the Johnson Space center.
I have many interests and bobbies that include reading, music, movies, gardening, bike riding, painting, outdoors and love walking on the beach.
I am retired but work part time. I have never been to New Hampshire but was in Main once many years ago. New England States seem to be a very beautiful section of the country. Are you a native? Have you ever been to Texas?
Will close, hoping to hear from you soon. (This wasn't so brief after all) See how you interest me??? Hope its mutual.
Sincerely
John Forina
1802 Space Dr.
Houston, Texas 77062
P.S. Am enclosing a recent photo. If not interested PLEASE return-thanks. Would appreciate a photo also of you.
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October 28, 1990
John Forina
1802 Space Dr.
Houston, Texas 77062
Dear John,
Thanks very much for answering my ad in the National Bulletin but the ad was meant to attract local people.
Sincerely,
6727
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Phone (813) 799-6144
Gene McNelly
#59 Tamiami Trail
Ft. Myers, FL 33309
Oct. 24, 1990
Dear "6727"
Please excuse this writing paper & my handwriting. I'm responding to your ad in the current "National Bulletin."I'll describe myself & let you judge if you'd care to correspond. I'm a white male, age 65, 5' 9 ½" in height, weigh about 200, brown thinning, almost white hair & hazel eyes. I'm certainly no beauty. I look as a guy my age should look. By way of occupation, I'm a professional musician, playing in a trio that features ballroom dancing music for the over 50 crowd. In the past, I worked with two of the top "name" bands. Made records with both of them. I smoke cigarettes only, use no drugs & drink socially. I share a pre-used mobile home with a spayed black & white border collie & cocker mix dog. I can have company and visitors. In matters of sex- I am active / passive Fr. but strictly Gr. passive. Do a lot of reading & collect hard cover books & LP phonograph records.
A first letter is hard for me to write. If any of this has been of interest, I'd enjoy hearing from you soon. Even if you’re not interested, I'd appreciate acknowledgment of my letter. Any response in better than none.
Sincerely
Gene
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October 27
Dear Gene,
Thanks for your reply to my ad (6727) in the National Bulletin. I enjoyed your letter very much. I am enclosing a photography of myself. And as you can see I am only average looking at best.
Before I kept rambling on, I should explain why my ad appeared in the Bulletin . . . This is the difficult part and I really don't know where to begin. Well I guess it is best to say that I am uncertain about my future relationship with my lover of six years as he seems to have found someone younger. What course this new relationship will take will be answered during his visit to New York City in November when he again encounters his new friend. Their relationship has been mostly by telephone since they met last March when Hank was visiting friends in New York. Not knowing what would happen (and still waiting to see the results), I placed my ad in the Bulletin.
I have only had two lovers. I lived with Frank, my first lover, for fourteen years, the last twelve of which we spent in Fort Dodge, Iowa running a bookstore. In 1984 he died of a heart attack at the age of 63. He did not leave a will and the bookstore and farm all went to his sister. I moved back to New York City (my brother lived there at the time) and met Hank on my second night in the City. He shortly there after bought a motel in New Hampshire and I have been helping him run it ever since.
So that is my story in a nut shell. I want to start any correspondence from my ad with my position stated up front. I have never broken off a relationship. If the relationship fails, it will come from his end not mine.
Gene, I certainly would like a photo of you should you decide to continue corresponding.Well, I must close for now and get back to work. Again thanks for answering my ad. And of course should you respond to my letter, I would like a picture or two of you.
Sincerely,
Tom Henry
P.O. Box 10
Franconia, NH 03580
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10-24-90
Hi No. 6727
Seen your ad in the National Bulletin no. 57 and looked interesting, so I am writing this letter in hopes we can get a good friendship going. I enjoy younger men and hope I can fit in your
ads 50-75 age group. I am 67 year old retired farmer who lives alone on my farm in south eastern South Dakota. I am 120 miles west of Sioux Falls, S.D. and the Minnesota border. I am a gay white male 5'-7", blue eyes, graying brown hair and 190 lbs. Some of my likes are good country western music, good movies and gay movies and videos. Reading, T.V., most sports, but as a spectator these days, gardening, nature and outdoors, good food at home or dining out, also like quiet evenings at home with a friend or friends with good conversation. I consider that I am sincere, honest, masculine, discreet, straight acting, affectionate, fun loving, easy to get along with, love to give lots of T.L.C. and receive the same. Sexually I am mostly French A/P and do try Greek passive once in a while. I like to cuddly, touch, feel, massage, kiss, and love a nice pair of buns to massage & more. Making my partner happy and pleasing him is a must. I do not smoke or use any drugs, will have a beer or drink to be sociable and not into any kinky things or pain. A gentle, loving, caring partner is a plus.
I hope this letter may be of interest, as to receive a response and we can become good friends and go on from there. I hope this finds you well and in good spirits. Take care and best wishes. Feel free to ask any questions you care to.
Warm Regards!
Stan Burns
Phone- (605) 814-3118
32 Central Ave.
Burnsville , S.D. 57300
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October 27, 1990
Dear Stan,
Thanks for your reply to my ad (6727) in the National Bulletin. I enjoyed your letter very much. I am enclosing a photography of myself. And as you can see I am only average looking at best.
Before I kept rambling on I should explain why my ad appeared in the Bulletin..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Sincerely,
Tom Henry
P.O. Box 10
Franconia NH 03580
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October 23rd
Dear 6727,
Your ad in the National Bulletin has really turned me on. I love a man with a real thick cock and when it's uncut even more so. That must be a real attractive piece of meat and I know I would
love seeing it and making love to it. I am 71 years, 5'8", 152 pounds, gray hair, stache and trim beard, blue eyes. My dick is a very thick 6 1/2" cut. Enclosing a photo so you can get and idea. I am a very oral person and I love to suck nipples and kiss a lot in addition to sucking a dick. Have dentures and when out, I can give a really deep throat. I have loved uncut cocks in preference all my life and I would love to have yours in my mouth and hands.
Hope I haven't come on too hard, but I believe in getting to the point in these letters. I am also a person who loves movies and the theater, am a video buff, like to read all sorts of things and enjoy good dining and good conversation.
As I said before you are a very interesting sounding man and I like the age much and I hope I hear from you. Would love a picture of that dick too if you have any. Take care and write if you will.
Sincerely,
Art Kennedy
45 Costal Highway
Santa Barbara, CA 93101
805-743-1182
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October 27, 1990
Dear Art,
Thanks for your reply to my ad (6727) in the National Bulletin. I enjoyed your letter and pictures very much. You are a handsome (in spite of the facial hair) and you have a beautiful cock. I am enclosing a photography of myself. And as you can see I am only average looking at best.
Before I kept rambling on I should explain why my ad appeared in
the Bulletin.....................................................
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Sincerely,
Tom Henry
P.O. Box 10
Franconia NH 03580
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October 25, 1990
Dear "New Hampshire He-MAN",
When I received the latest copy of the National Bulletin, I made a note to get a letter off to you immediately, but failed until now.
You sound like an interesting and exciting MAN, one I hope to be able to list among my friends. My ad appeared in the same issue of The Bulletin, #6754.
I am ex-USAF, masculine, dark hair and eyes, clean-cut, clean shaven, 6 1/2 uncut inches. I enjoy: people--making friends, pen/phone/photo pals, exchanging ideas, experiences, fantasies, etc.; outdoors--mountains, lakes and streams, hiking, camping, driving through the countryside, traveling, animals, ect.; photography, music, good conversation, quiet times cuddling, uniforms, boots, Levis, plaid shirts, some leather, etc.
If you are willing to take a chance in our becoming friends, I am surely willing. Even should we never have the pleasure of meeting, I would still like to be your friend. Please, When writing and calling, always feel free to be as frank as you wish, with discretion assured.
I shall be looking forward to hearing from you in the near future, with a photo and much more information about yourself--likes, dislikes, experiences, ect.
Your Friend,
Jack Brooks
P.O. Box 711
Monk Corners, SC 29260
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October 28, 1990
Jack Brooks
P.O. Box 711
Monk Corners, SC 29260
Dear Jack,
Thank you very much for answering my ad in the National Bulletin
but it was meant to attract people in my immediate area.
Sincerely
6727
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Nick Richards
255 Shore Drive
Storm Lake, Iowa 05092
Now it seems that every time I turn around I see the old man Sal. I took my skies to the Franconia Ski Shop to get them tuned for the coming season. Yes, believe it or not skies get tuned. I Got a great pair of Elan that are 205, which are very long (which is a status symbol here) and they ski so smooth making nice arching turns. I love them. Anyway, I was in the ski shop looking at new skies after I hand my skies over to Kim, the owner, then the next thing I knew Sal was standing beside me. He didn’t recognize me until I turn around to look at the rack of new ski jackets he was going through. Then suddenly were side by side eye to eye.
“Hi.” I was shocked when he spoke to me. “You’re one of the owners of Raynor’s?”
“Yes, Sir.” I answered “And you are the guy that designed the ski trails on Cannon Mountain.” I said.
We both smiled at each other. Damn, Nick, he has a wonderful smile. It lights up his entire face. Never thought I would ever find a man with facial hair that I thought was handsome. Never say never!
“You buying new skies?” Sal asked his eyes leisurely seeming to wonder down to my crotch.
“No, just dropped of my skies to get them tuned.” I said. “I just bought them last year. Do you still ski?” I asked.
“Yea, I go up once a week during the season.” Sal answered. “You go often to where me met the first time?” He added.
“No.”
“Neither do I.” He said. “Maybe we could meet there again. If I go there, I go on Monday morning.”
“Then I try to catch you there.” I said.
“Well, got to run some errands.” Sal said. Then he reached out and put his big weathered hand on my shoulder. “Hope to see you there.” He added and then was gone.
Let me tell you, Nick, the rest of the day I was like on cloud nine. I couldn’t get his face out of my mind. His deep blue eyes, that wonderful smile and that gray, hairy chest. I went straight to the bathroom and jacked off when I got home thinking of sucking the old man’s dick again. I do hope I run into him at the Bretton Woods rest area again.
Nick, that little Pepe is such a wimp. The moment I go into the laundry room and start filling the big sink with water. He pokes his head around the corner and then take off and hides. It took me fifteen minutes to find the little shit today. He was up in one of the four guest’s bedrooms in the guest wing of the house. And the little shit knows he’s not suppose to go up there.
The moment I find him he goes stiff as a board. He doesn’t move a muscle even when I put him in the sink. Just stand in the water like a wooden dog. But boy then moment after I rinse him off and take him out of the sink, he goes ape shit. It takes all I can do to hold him while I dry him off with a towel. When I finally let him go, he dashes out of the laundry room and round in circles around the big kitchen. He really makes me laugh with his antics.
I leave tomorrow for Dothan, Alabama. Will take the bus to Boston and fly out of there. Wouldn’t make the trip but both my father and mother are getting really old so I have to make the trip as I don’t know how many more years they are going to be around. And of course, after meeting Sal today in the ski shop, I wish I wasn’t going this week as I bet as surely as the sun shines he’ll be at the Bretton Woods rest area this coming Monday. I going to be thinking about him on the bus ride to Boston.
Well, got to go and adjust a guest’s TV. He just came into the office complaining to Hank that he could get a picture on the set. We have one damn guest in the entire motel and he’s had to have a room where the TV’s not working. That’s the way it is in the hospitality business. I hear the people saying. “Oh I wish I had a guesthouse or a motel.” And I just shake my head and think, if you only knew!
Take care.
Tom
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Harry Beam Box 205 Gainesville, Florida 32303
October 24, 1990
Dear Mr. New Hampshire:
I noticed your Ad in the recent issue of National Bulletin, and liked the way it sounded. Thought I'd drop you a line and let you know something about myself: I'm 59, 5'8", 161,blue eyes, bald head and a very hairy body, with 8+ inches (uncut). I am in perfect physical and mental health and work hard at keeping that way. Physically very active walking, hiking or biking everyday.
A professional person, I am divorced after 18 years, and have two grown fantastic kids. Hobbies include: vegetable and flower gardening, puttering around my house and property, camping,
hiking and biking. I prefer to be outside rather than in. Not much into TV, but do enjoy all kinds of music.
Don't smoke or drink booze, but neither am I out to change anyone. Enjoy a good glass of wine. Very rarely go to gay bars - not snobbish, just have found that the lack of sincerity there is exceeded only by the amount of smoke and b. s. Really can find a lot of more interesting things to do.
Very honest, with no serious hangups. Rather light-hearted, with a good, healthy sense of humor. Self-confident but not arrogant. I am very respectful of others’ feelings, rights, and limits. Very straightforward, I DO NOT play games with people.
If you think you might be interested, I'd like to hear from you. Perhaps we can exchange photos and phone numbers. If not interested, I do wish you the best of luck with your ad. I hope to hear from you . . .
Sincerely,
Harry Beam
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October 30, 1990 Dear Harry,
Thanks for your reply to my ad (6727) in the National Bulletin. I enjoyed your letter very much. I am enclosing a couple of photographs of myself. And as you can see I am only average looking at best.
Before I kept rambling on I should explain why my ad appeared in the Bulletin....................................................
Sincerely
Tom Henry P.O. Box 10 Franconia, NH 03580
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Nick Richards
255 Shore Drive
Storm Lake, Iowa 05092
Dear Nick,
I returned today from my visit to Alabama and the family. I do believe it will take me a couple of week to recover from all the running around I was forced to do in order to see everyone. And I have heard enough crying children to last a live time! My youngest sister, Vickie and her husband Ricky, have a boy seven months and a girl two year old. If one was not crying, the other one was. They live in Dothan about ten miles from my parents and I seemed forever to be traveling back and forth between them and my sister Ann (who also lives in Dothan) and my parents (who live ten miles out of town).
I did break away from the family for a long weekend in Panama City, Florida. I had a great time. I visited the local gay bar, The Vista Room. It was late when I arrive in P.C. and by the time I got to the bar it was near eleven. There was the usual crowd you find in these gay local watering holes. A couple of screaming queens at the bar taking overly loud to some younger but limp wristed guys. Seated at the tables were some college age guys drinking Corona. All in all, it was a very boring crowd. I had a couple of beers and was just getting ready to leave when in walked a guy about sixty. His hair was short and white and he looked a lot like the judge on People's Court. My eyes followed him as he made his way to the bar and to the empty seat next to me.
"Hi, he said as he sat down. "kind of busy tonight. Are they having a show?"
I smiled and tried to keep my voice from giving away my eagerness. "I think they are going to have one tomorrow."
"Damn I was hoping to see it."
"Then come back tomorrow." I said.
"I wish I could but my wife and I are heading to Orlando tomorrow morning. We are visiting her bother.”
"That's to bad. I hear that it is usually a very good show." I said as I pushed my leg up against his. "By the way, my name is Tom," I added.
"Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Mike. You live around here?"
"I use to but now I live in New Hampshire. I am down visiting my parents in Dothan, Alabama. I just came to P.C. to get away from them for a few days." I answered as I rubbed my leg against his.
"Where are you staying?" He asked as his leg pushed against mine.
"At the Holiday Inn. You want to come over for a beer. I have some on ice in a cooler." I asked.
"Sure, I never turn down a free beer." He said and smiled a smile that nearly melted my heart. "You have a car?"
"Yes, a rental job." I answered as I down the last of my beer.
"Then I'll follow you. I don't know my way around here very well. We just stopped here for the night. We stayed in New Orleans last night."
"Where do you live?" I asked as I got up from the bar stool.
"Harker Heights Texas. It is near Dallas.
"I have been to the Dallas airport but nothing else." I told him as we left the bar.
The drive to the Holiday seemed to take forever. But we finally arrived and as I closed the door to my room he reached out and grabbed hold of my cock."Hey you have a nice size one." He said as we kissed. I reached down and felt his crotch and found plenty there. His cock didn't feel too large but he had a set of big balls.
"I just wished I had your balls." I said.
"Put the two of us together and we would be some man." Mike said as we moved to the nearest of the two beds. As I stripped off my clothes, I watch him do the same. He was about my height (5' 11") but was on the heavy at about 220. And although hair on his head was white, the thick hair covering his
chest and crotch was jet black.
He had a beautiful cut cock. It was short and not overly thick but it nice looking. Yet, it was his big balls that caught my attention. I had seen bigger, but his were big enough.We kissed. Once and then again as each massaged the other crotch.
"You have one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen," Mike said as he lowered his head to my cock and began to suck it. He didn't have any problem deep throat it.
"Yours is nice too, I said as we move into a sixty nine position.
I buried my face into his big balls as I sucked his cock. We shot off together.
"How about that beer," Mike said as we lay side by side enjoying the after glow.
"Sure, you deserve a six pack for the way you worked on my cock." I as I got up and retrieved two beers from my cooler. "You’re a nice guy. Too bad you’re married."
"Don't you have a lover or something?" Mike asked as handed him the beer.
"Yea, but we’re kind of having a problem at the moment. He is interested in someone younger at the moment." I answered as I took a long sip of my beer. "Do you regret getting married?"
"No, I have two great children a boy and a girl and seven grand children. And my marriage has been good. My wife and I still enjoy sex together."
"Does she know that you like to play around?"
"Yes, she even tells me to go out with the boys so I don't get cranky." Mike said as he finished his beer. "Well, guess I had better get back to the wife. She will be waiting up for me."
"Really,"
"Yea, I think that it excites her to know that I have had sex with another man. She’ll ask me a lot of questions and then we have sex."
"That's kind of different." I said as I watched him getting dressed. "Most wives would be screaming and yelling at their husbands if they though that we were having sex with another man.
You have certainly got the best of both worlds."
"I got no complaints." Mike answered as he pulled his pants on.
"Have you and your wife ever though of having a threesome?" I asked timidly.
"We never have." Mike answered as he nervously ran his fingers through his white hair. "We have talked about it, but we never found the right person. I wouldn't want for us to go to bed with
a straight man because I couldn't do anything to him and gay men don't want to go to bed with a woman."
"I would love to go to bed with the two of you!" I said boldly suddenly realizing that a fantasy of mine might come true.
Mike stared at me a moment before answering. "You sure?"
"Yes, it is something that I have wanted to do for a long time!" I said eagerly.
Mike scratched his head then glanced at the phone sitting on the night stand. "Hell, I don't even know if she can take a cock as big as yours. Her pussy is rather tight."
"There is only one way to find out." I responded.
"Ok, I will give her a call and see what she says." Mike said as he sat down on the bed and picked up the telephone.
I reached over and massaged his dick as he dialed.
"Hello, Honey, it me . . . I'm over at the Holiday Inn . . . Yea, I with a nice young man with a hell of a big cock . . . He wants us to have a threesome . . . He's nice, good-looking and clean . . . No, it was his idea . . . Yes, we have already had sex . . . You sure?....Ok, we will be there shortly."
"Well she is game." Mike said tentatively "I don't know though. We have thought of it often but to do it is something else."
"Well, it is up to you, Mike. I don't want you to do something you might regret later."
"Hell, let's do it. This chance might not come again."
"Now you are talking." I said as I jumped out of bed and hurriedly got dressed.
I swear, Nick, my cock stayed hard the entire ride to his motel. I know that it seems odd to you that I wanted to have sex with a woman, but to me it was a fantasy that I had wanted for years
--to have sex with an older man and his wife.
"Hello, Honey," Mike said as he entered their motel room. I followed him in and got my first view of his wife. She was a tiny woman of about sixty years old, like him. She was wearing a blue
terry cloth robe. Her hair was gray-blue like they wear them in the south. "Hi." I said. "Nice to meet you." I added not really knowing what to say.
"Honey, this is Tom," Mike said after kissing her. "Tom, this is my wife of forty years, Melissa."
"Can I get you a beer?" Mike's wife asked.
"Thank you I would really enjoy one." I answered.
"I'll take one too, Honey." Mike said as he moved over to first bed and sat down on it. "He reached down and began to pull his shoes off.
"Thank you," I said as the old lady handed me a Coors. She smiled shyly and then handed the other one to Mike.
"Honey, why don't you come side down beside me." Mike said patting the bed next to him. "And Tom why don't you sit beside her."
Mike's wife obeyed him and moved slowly over to the bed.
"Isn't she a tiny thing?" Mike said as he placed his arm around her. "Come on, Tom, sit down beside her." He said.
I did as he requested. And then watched as Mike kissed his wife. As he kissed her, he untied her robe and reached inside. I could see his hand make its way to her right tit and began to message it.
"She got such a tiny waist," Mike said. "Feel how small it is," Mike invited.
My throbbing cock gave me the courage to reach inside her robe. She was naked underneath her robe! My hand suddenly seemed to have a will of its own. Before I knew it, I was cupping her left tit in my hand and rubbing the nipple with my thumb.
"For a small woman she has nice tits, doesn't she?" Mike asked.
"She sure does." I managed to answer.
"Here, Honey, let's get rid of the robe." Mike said as he began to help here pull her arm out. I help her from my side. "Now stand up for a moment," Mike said.
His wife obeyed and the robe dropped to the floor. I stared at her nude form. Her skin was obscenely pale. My eyes darted to her crotch. The public hair around her pussy was white. I noticed the stretch marks on her abdomen. They were a little unsightly, but that was probably just because I had never seen a (real) women naked before. She had some varicose veins in her legs but not too many. You could tell that she once had good legs and a decent figure.
Mike looked across at me. "Why don't we get undressed also?" He asked.
I pulled my shoes off without answering and followed that with my socks and pants. Next came my shirt. Then standing there with only my under shorts on, I waited for Mike to catch up with me.
Finally he was also down to his shorts.
"So don't be bashful. Take them off," He said as he pulled his shorts down and then kicked out of them. His cock was semi-hard.
When I pulled my shorts down my cock popped up like a jack-in-the-box.
"Oh!" The old lady exclaimed "Daddy, I don't know if I can take one so big. My Word, I didn't know a body could have one so large."
"Yea, Honey," Mike said reaching over and grabbing hold of my stiff cock. "It's it a monster." He added as he slowly began to jack it.
Throwing all caution to the wind I leaned over and caught hold of Mike nice uncut cock. "Your husbands got a nice one too." I said as I began to play with it. "I bet you love it when he gives it
to you." I added.
The old lady looked confused for a moment and then she timidly reached out and touched my balls. I then did something that I had not done since my teens, I leaned down and Frenched kissed Mike's
wife.
"That's the way, Tom," Mike said as he jacked my cock harder. After kissing her, I moved my mouth to her left tit and began to run my tongue over it softly. She moaned as I closed my lips
around the nipple and began to suck it in ernest. The nipples grew firm as I worked on them and the old lady began to wiggle and squirm with pleasure.
Feeling old Mike's lips close around my cock, I decided it was time for me to move down on his wife.
"Oh!" She exclaimed as pressed my mouth against her pussy and began to lick her split. "Oh! Daddy! It feels so good. Look at him, Daddy." She cried out in pleasure. "Look at him."
"Yea, Honey I see him sucking you pussy. You want me to suck it some?" He asked.
"Please, Daddy, suck it," She cooed softly.
"Lay back on the bed." Mike commanded her as he exchanged his mouth for mine.
"Yea, Daddy, suck me." The old lady moaned as Old Mike went to work on his wife's pussy.
I took the opportunity to give Mike a little head. He grunted with pleasure as I squeezed his balls while deep throating his cock.
"Daddy, he is sucking your thing. Does it feel good?" Mike's wife asked.
"It feels wonderful, Honey." Mike lifted his head from between her legs to say.
When I felt that Mike was getting close to cuming, I abandoned his prick and climbed onto the bed next to his wife. As she started to protest, I filled her mouth with my cock. Her eyes grew big as I forced it deeper into her hot mouth. She fought for a moment and then gave up and began to suck it. It felt great! I had never had a woman suck my cock before and was surprised how good she was at it. She must have sucked Mike cock often to be so accomplished.
"My God, Honey, you sucking Tom's monster cock. Man it makes me excited to watch you deep throat his long dick. Suck it, Honey! Suck the hell out of it! Now I going to fuck you while your
sucking his cock," Mike said as he mounted her behind me. He kissed me on the back as he maneuvered his prick into her pussy. Beneath me, I could feel her react to his penetration. She tried
to protest his sudden thrust into her pussy, but her mouth was crammed full of my big cock.
She twisted and withered in pain as Mike pumped his meat roughly into her pussy. She tried to expel my cock, but I just drove it deeper into her mouth.
"Yes, take my big cock." I said as I forced it deeper. She fought me but I kept the pressure on until the entire length of my long shaft disappeared into her mouth and my balls rested on her chin.
"Tom, let me stick mine in her mouth," Mike said. "I want her to taste her pussy juices."
I pulled my cock out.
"Oh my, Daddy!" The old lady exclaimed. "His thing is so big. I almost choked on it."
"Here, Honey, taste you pussy." Mike said as he stuck his prick into her mouth.
"Now, Mike." I called out from behind him "I’m going to give her a fucking like she has never had before. I going to open up that pussy of her life she has never had it opened before."
"Hear that, Honey," Mike said. "He is going to rape that pussy of yours with his monster cock.
"No, Daddy," The old lady manager to say in spite of his cock in her mouth. "It's too big. I can't take it. I’m too old for such a big thing. Oh! It hurts! Daddy he's splitting me apart. Oh! He ripping me open, Daddy." She protested as I drove my big cock deeper and deeper into her old pussy.
Mike must have begun to really pump his prick into her mouth because her attempt to speak became gargled as I forced her pussy wider than it had been since she gave birth in her youth. At first it didn't feel good, but as her pussy loosened up and grew wet it began to feel better. But what excited me most was watching Mike's wife suck his cock and knowing I was fucking his wife. Still even though fucking felt good, I could not cum. There was something missing. It was purely mechanical.
"Mike come over and give her a good fucking," I said as I pulled out of the old lady.
"Yea, I want to fuck her after your big cock has opened up her pussy." Mike answered.
"Here, suck mine while you fucking her." I said as I stood over the old lady. Old Mike rammed his cock into his wife and sat on top of her stomach and took my big prick in his mouth.
"Yes, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me while you suck his big thing," Mike's wife yelled.
To me it was heaven having Mike suck my cock and at the same time watching him fuck his wife. We both shot off together. His wife went completely wild as cum dropped from Mike's mouth onto her
white belly.
I must admit that was some scene, Nick. I have to tell you that I did feel a little unclean afterwards, as though my cock had touched something dirty. But if I ever have a chance to do that scene over again, I would. I could never enjoy having sex with a woman like I do a man, but at least I found out that I can have sex with a woman.
I returned to Dothan, the next day. After spending the morning with my parents, I drove over to the North Side Mall. Went straight to the toilets there and found two of the three urinals occupied and one of the stalls. While I took a piss, the guy to my left, two urinals down from me, looked my way. He was a tall man of about sixty-five with blondish hair and a red complexion. His dick was long but not overly thick, but what really caught my eyes was he balls. He had them pulled out from his pants along with his dick. They were gigantic melons.
Not wanting an opportunity like that to pass, I move over to stand next to him.
"Man, you got a big dick," the old man said as he began pulling on his balls.
"Yours is not exactly little," I answered as I reached over and grabbed hold of his prick. I began to jack it.
"Play with my balls." He said. I didn't need a second invitation. If there is one thing I love
its big balls. The bigger the better and this guy had some of the biggest ones I had ever seen.
"Squeeze them hard." He ordered.
I grabbed them with both hands, but couldn’t completely close my hands around them, and squeezed. He moaned and I squeezed harder. The guy cock straightened stiff as a broomstick.
"Bit them. Eat them," He commanded.
I did what he wanted. I clamped my mouth around one of his giant sized balls and bit down.
"Harder."
I sank my teeth into his ball. It felt great to bit down on his grapefruit shaped testicle. He moaned and began beating his meat faster and faster the harder I bit into his balls. I was beginning to think I would break the skin when he grunted and out shot a thick stream of cum.
"Man, that felt good." He said as he forced his still dripping cock back into his pants and then without another word hurried from the bathroom.
"You ready for another one?" A voiced called from my right.
I turned to see a dark-haired man of about fifty emerging from one of the toilet stalls with his cock hanging out of his pants. His cock was short and thick.
"Make me cum." He said as he stepped up to the urinal next to me.
It was a beautiful cock and I didn't hesitate to go to work on it. It tasted sweet and I sucked it with abandonment, taking it so deep into my throat that I almost chocked. As I sucked it, I played with his balls. They were not the giant sized ones of the earlier guy but there were nice nevertheless.
Without warning he shot off into my mouth. Cum flooded my mouth and kept flowing. I swallowed and swallowed and still it gushed out. It seemed like five minutes passed before his cock stopped
pumping cum into my mouth.
"Man. I have never seen anyone cum so much." I said as I wiped my mouth with my handkerchief. "You really carry a load." I added as I watched him zip his pants.
"Yea, most people can't drink it all, but you certainly did. Do you live around here?"
"I use to. Now I am visiting my parents." I answered.
"Well, maybe I'll see you again before you leave," He said. Then he gave me a pat on the shoulder and left.
I stay around the bathroom for another half hour but only younger guys came and went. Several tried to interest me in sex but as you know I only go for men fifty or older. The rest of the trip was uneventful, just the usual family meetings and get togethers.
I was very disappointed that there was no letter from Jack in my P.O. Box when I returned to Franconia. I guess I can forget about him! It is a damn shame that I would lose someone as
good looking as him. He was my TYPE! Really I am heart broken. But I will get over it. And Mr. Harry Beam might be the one who helps. I have gotten other interesting letters also. One from a
guy name Art from California and another from Gene from Florida. Art sent a picture of his cock and it looks very promising but says that he has a beard - which I cannot stand, well except on Sal! I answered each response positively but the one I am most interested in is Harry Beam. He did not send a picture but from his letter he sounds very nice and he is only 59 years old (Jack at 74, for all his
good looks might be too old for me). Also he lives fairly close to my parents - two hours by car. So I am really looking forward to receiving a picture of him. I going to keep my fingers crossed
on this one.
Hank now calls Darrel even when I am home. I do not complain. I feel better knowing what is actually going on than having to guess. Also, I feel reassured from all the responses I am receiving from my ad. If Hank and Darrel become lovers then I do seem to have options. Actually right now I feel that if Hank loves someone else then they should be together. And though I would hate for us to break up, I do think that I could be content to just be a close friend of Hank. But then talk is cheep. I really do not know what my reaction will be should they become lovers.
Anyway, all in all I am enjoying the on going Franconia Soap. I even make jokes to Hank about his bride-to-be. Will keep you informed.
Sincerely,
Tom
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