The Sandy Road

Jack looked down the dirt road from his rocking chair on the sagging porch for the hundredth time. Nothing! He signed and shook his head of solid white hair. He hadn’t seen a car pass the house for three days. It used not to be like that. His little stretch of the road from Sandy Spur to Clark’s Store used to be busy. But with his as the only house on this fork of the Y, the state had paved the other stretch leaving the branch of the road running by his house unpaved and so sandy that it was traitorous. Now he was lucky to count four or five cars a week passing by his old unpainted shack.

Reaching up to rub his chin, Jack felt the stubby beard and remembered that he had forgotten to shave again. He frowned. “Damn, I guess my memory is going. Guess, soon I’ll be so old I don’t know my name any more.” He spoke out loud as though there was someone near by to hear him. “But at least my old dick still works.” He said as he reached down and grabbed hold of the tab of his zipper. He slowly unzipped his overalls, not wanted to catch the soft flesh of his pecker in the zipper’s track.

A smile transformed Jack’s wrinkled face into a gentle grandfather’s kind face as he pulled his moon white dick out from inside his overalls. Even soft it was a monstrous thing. And when he had pulled it completely out of his overalls his huge white pecker almost touched the unpainted boards of the porch when he let it dangle between his wide spread legs. As it hung down from his open fly, like some long thick white hose, Jack gently ran his fingers up and down the soft flesh of his pecker as he looked down admiringly at it.

“I might not have a good memory, but I still got the biggest damn pecker in Alabama.” He said as though speaking to someone. “And I can still shoot a big load every day.” He added as he pulled the long overhanging foreskin back until the head of his pecker peeked out like a turtle emerging from it shell. His pecker head was long and thicker than the shaft of his dick. Jack smiled again thinking how women used to moan and cry out when he forced it into them.

Caught up in the memories, Jack began to slowly manipulate the foreskin back and forth over the head of his pecker. And his old dick began to respond. Like a balloon being filled with air, his long pecker swelled up until the old man’s weathered hands could no longer reach completely around his enormous dick. As his pecker grew thicker and longer, the smile on Jack’s face got bigger.

Only when the pick up truck pulled into his dirt pack driveway did the old man realize that he had company. He panicked. He hurriedly tried to stuff his enormous stiff pecker back into the fly of his overalls as he spotted a stout older man climbing out of the cab of the pick up truck. But once out, it was impossible to get his huge pecker back inside while it was fully aroused. Finally seeing the hopelessness of the situation, he stopped trying to put away his pecker and let go of it and turned his attention to the old man approaching his porch.

“Howdy!” The stranger called out. “I just moved into the old Cooper place down the road. And being you are the only other house on this fork of the road thought I would come by and introduce myself.” The old man said as he climbed the steps to the porch. “My name is Ben Johnson.” He added as he approached Jack with his hand extended.

Jack who had both hands attempting to cover his hard on, final sighed and abandoned his attempts. He stood up and reached out to shake the old man’s outstretched hand. “Good to meet you. My name’s Jack Wilson.” He let out a chuckle. “Though most people can me Old Man Wilson.”

As they shook hands, Jack felt the stranger suddenly tensed up upon seeing Jack’s huge pecker hang at half mast from the fly of his overalls.

“Ah . . . if I came at an inappropriate time, I could come back some other time.” The stout out man said as he started down at Jack’s enormous pecker dangling half way to the tall old man’s knees. “Just wanted to introduce myself.”

Jack let go of the man’s soft hand and shook his head. “Hell, I was just jacking off. Nobody ever uses the road any more and I sometime sit on the porch and jack off.” Jack shook his head sending his mop of unruly gray hair flying in all directions. “Hell, I tried to stuff it back in when I saw you getting out of your truck, but, hell once it gets angry there’s just no getting it back inside.” The tall old man confessed as he glanced down at his pecker, still swollen. In fact it was beginning to stiffen again under the glaze of the stranger’s intense stare. “Ain’t nothing I can do until it goes soft.” Jack apologized. He motioned to another old rocking chair. “Have a seat.”

“Thanks.” The stout old man said as he stepped back to the rocking chair and set down in it but never tooking his eyes off Jack’s enormous dick.

Jack shrugged and set back down in his rocking chair not even attempting to hide his quickly growing erection from the old man’s view. In fact he reached down with his right hand and slowly pulled the foreskin back until his huge dick head popped into full view. “What brings you to move into the old Cooper place? Hell’s is in about as bad condition as my shack.” Jack said as though nothing was out of place. He knew that he should excuse himself and go in side and force his pecker into his overalls, but the old man relentless staring at his dick had him aroused like he had never remembered being aroused before. And instead of retreating inside, he slowly began to masturbate his almost fully erect pecker in open view of his new neighbor.

“I’m a retired doctor and wanted to be as far away from people as possible.” The stout old man with the soft hands responded. “But after a month not seeing anyone unless I go to the store, I suddenly found the need to be with someone. So I thought I would visit my only neighbor.” Ben confessed. “Guess, I need some company even though I thought I didn’t.” He added, his eyes still on Jack’s gigantic dick.

Knowing that the old man was watching him as he played with his dick, thrilled Jack more and more. His huge pecker grew harder than it had grown in years, and even began to throb and jerk like it used to do when he was a younger man.

“Are you married?” Jack asked, his voice suddenly almost breathless from sexual excitement.

“No. Never been married.” The old doctor answered.

“I was married four time.” Jack said proudly. “And fucked the hell out of each one until they didn’t want sex any more and I would tell them to hit the road. No use having a wife if you can’t fuck her.”

The old doctor just nodded his head as he seemed to lean forward in his chair as though to get an even closer look at Jack’s long, thick pecker.

“What do you do for sex?” Jack asked as he grabbed the base of his dick and swung it back and forth in an effort to show the old doctor just how damn big his pecker was.

“Ah . . . I . . .” The old doctor stuttered as the question caught him off guard. “Not much of any thing. Kind of lost interest in sex. Guess it’s old age.”

“Damn old age. I still enjoy jacking off. Don’t you ever jack off?” Jack asked as he stopped swing his pecker back and forth and began to masturbate it hard and fast right in front of the old doctor.

The doctor shook his head as he leaned even closer to Jack as though Jack’s huge pecker was a magnet drawing him to it.

Jack took a deep breath as though sucking in courage. “You want to come over and get a closer look at it?” He asked, his voice shaking with sexual excitement at the thought of the old doctor touching his big pecker. He had never had his dick touched by another man and suddenly he wanted it to be touched by the old doctor more than anything else in the word.

The old doctor hesitated.

“Come on and take a close look at it. I don’t mind.” Jack called out excitedly.

The old doctor slipped out of his rocking chair and slowly stepped forward and dropped to his knees in front of Jack. As he grew closer his eye widened with amazement at the size of Jack’s long thick pale dick. “It’s beautiful.” He whispered as he stared loving at the old man’s huge pecker.

“Go ahead and touch it.” Jack urged as he let go of his pecker. “I don’t mind if you touch it.”

The old doctor hesitated only a moment before slowly reaching his hand toward Jack’s crotch. When his soft fingers touched Jack’s pecker, it jumped causing the doctor to suddenly pull his hand back.

“That’s all right! Take hold of it!” Jack exclaimed loudly.

The old doctor quickly reached his hand out again and closed his fingers round Jack’s enormous old pecker. “It’s so big!” He called out like a kid discovering a new toy.

“Play with it some.” Jack moaned.

The old doctor slowly began to manipulate the foreskin of Jack’s pecker back and forth over his pecker’s head.

“Yes!” Jack moaned softly. “That feels as good as fucking a woman.” He added as he closed his eyes. Then suddenly his eyes snapped wide opened. It felt as though his huge pecker was moving into the warmest, moist pussy he had even felt. “Shit!” Jack called out in panic seeing the head of his pecker completely inside the old doctor’s mouth. “What are you doing?” He cried out but he didn’t make any effort to pushed the old doctor’s mouth from his dick. “Shit! I got me a fucking old queer.” He added as he leaned back in his rocking chair. “Damn! That feels great. Hell, if I knew it would be like this I would have had a queer suck me off a long time ago.” Jack said as he reached down and grabbed the old doctor’s head.

Jack took sudden delight in forcing his huge dick slowly down the old doctor’s throat. He expected at any moment that the old doctor would gag. The stout old man didn’t. He kept swallowing the enormous pecker being fed him, inch by inch. And the deeper his dick reached down the old doctor’s throat the better it felt. Never had a pussy felt so wonderful!

A wave of intense pleasure swept over Jack. He let go of the old doctor’s heads and leaned back in his rocker. “Damn! That feels good.” He said in a moaning tone as the old doctor managed to swallow the entire length of his huge pecker. “Never thought anything could feel so wonderful.” He added as the old doctor really went to work sucking his pecker. The old queer doctor was a master cock sucker. He did things to Jack’s pecker with his tongue that had Jack squirming in his rocker from pure pleasure.

“I going to cum!” Jack warned. Then leaned forward to watch. He expected the old doctor to pull his mouth away from his dick. He didn’t. Instead the old doctor started sucking and tonguing Jack’s pecker harder and faster. “I’m going to cum in your mouth!” Jack warned the old doctor, shocked than any man would want to swallow another man’s cum.

Then it was too late for the old doctor to pull his mouth. Cum gushed from Jack’s pecker! “Oh! God!” Jack cried out from the intense feeling. “Ahhhhhhh . . .” He cried out. Cuming felt so good that it was almost painful. Then as cum continued to gush out of his piss hole, Jack reached forward and shoved the doctor’s mouth away from his suddenly sensitive pecker causing cum to squirt all over the old doctor’s face.

The old doctor just looked up and smiled lovely as Jack’s cum began to run down his face and drip off his chin. Then with Jack watching him, the old doctor pulled out his small cut peter and began to masturbate it madly. The old doctor’s peter was so small that Jack could get glimpses of its reddish head as the old man jacked himself. Seeing such a small pecker thrilled Jack. It made his owner pecker look ever larger than it already was. He like that!

Suddenly the old doctor shot off. Jack hadn’t expected much cum from such a small peter, but damn if the old doctor’s load didn’t rival his own in quantity. And it flew out of the old doctor small peter with such force that it shot onto Jack, striking his huge pecker’s shaft and more hit the front of his shirt. Instead of making Jack mad, he found himself enjoying being cumed on!

“Sorry!” The old doctor said scrambling to his feet. “I didn’t mean to cum on you.”

“That’s all right. I did it to you, didn’t I!”

“Well, I guess I better get back home.” The old doctor said as he pushed his little dick back into his slacks. Then as though suddenly ashamed of what he had done he turned and with swift strides headed for his pickup.

“Hope you come and see me again.” Jack called out.

The old doctor stopped at the steps of the porch. “Really. You are not mad at me?”

“Hell, no!” Jack said as he lifted his swollen pecker in his hand and swung it back and forth. “I’m going to jack off again just thinking how wonderful it felt having a queer suck me off. You come on back anytime you want my pecker. Hell, I can cum four or five times a day.” Jack said as he began to masturbate.

“You mean it. You want me to do it to you again?”

“Any time you want to swallow my load you bring your ass over here.” Jack added.

The old doctor smiled and climbed down the stairs. At his truck, he paused and said. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”