The tall old man caught my eye the moment I walked into Reds. He was wearing faded overall and no shirt. The old man’s lower hairy arms were deeply tanned from the sun but his upper arms were moon pale. His short cropped hair was pure white. I couldn’t see his face. He was facing the bar. The back of his neck was burned red from working. It was as though I had tunnel vision. I couldn’t see anyone else in the crowded bar as I walked straight toward the old man as he leaned against the bar nursing his Icehouse beer. He turned around as I took a seat on the barstool next to him. He wasn’t handsome. His sunburned face was lined and grim looking. The eyes looking down his long straight nose were cat green and searching.

I smiled. The old man didn’t return my smile. He looked at me suspiciously before turning back to his beer like it was an old friend.

“Yea?” The bartender, a short blond with huge tits asked as her attention was still on a young farmer in a cowboy hat she had been talking too.

“A Bud.” I said. And turned back to glance at the tall old farmer. He must have known that I was looking at him because he turned his head until he was looking straight into my eye.

“You should drink Icehouse. It has more alcohol.” The old farmer said as he surveyed me like he was looking over one his livestock.

“Guess, I’m just used to Bud.” I answered.

“I call it butt wiper.” The tall old man said as he stared at me intently. “It ain’t worth a shit.” He added.

I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t want to get in an argument with the old farmer. Luckily, the blond bartender came to my rescue. She slammed the long neck bottle of Bud on the bar in front of me and scooped up the ten-dollar bill without even looking at me.

“A real friendly place.” I mumbled.

“You here for liquor or a friend?” The old farmer abruptly, but his tone was friendly.

I turned to face his flickering green eyes.

“A friend.” I said.

Suddenly the old man’s face broke into a smile.

“Me too.” He said. Then he reached his hand out toward me. I glanced down at the huge weathered hand and quickly reached out and shook his hand. “It’s my night out.” The old man added and smiled for the first time. “My wife let’s me get out of the house alone once a week.”

“Great.” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.

“This ain’t a very friendly bar. It’s kind of rough so you have to watch who you talk to. I don’t come here for trouble.” The old man took a deep drank from his beer. “Where you from?”

“I just moved back here from Fort Lauderdale.” I answered. The old man’s smile was infectious. I found myself smiling too.

“I hear they have a lot of . . .” The old man paused. “Ah, people with different live styles.” He finally added.

“They sure do. I lived in Wilton Manors and they even had a gay mayor.” I said in a soft voice that wouldn’t carry very far.

“Really.” The old man said, his tone suddenly excited. “I heard they have lots of gay bars down in South Florida.” The old man spoke in a low tone.

“They have about fifteen or twenty gay bars in Wilton Manors and Fort Lauderdale.” I answered and waited eagerly for the old man’s response.

“You . . . you ever been in one of them?” The old man asked as he leaned so close to me that he was practically whispering in my ears.

Before answering, I moved my leg toward his until my leg was rubbing against his. Only when my leg was firmly pressed against his did I answer. “Yes. There’s one called Chardee’s that has lots of older men. It’s the only bar I go to.”

“You like to go to a bar with old gay men?”

“Yea.” I replied as I vigorously rubbed my leg against thick strong leg. “I like older men.” The last I delivered in a whisper.

The old man turned back to face the bar and lifted his beer. He drained it completely. Then he turned back to face me. “You want to come over to my place? I got lots of beer.”

“Sure.” I said. Then suddenly I remembered that he was married. “What about your wife?”

“Oh, she will not mind. She let’s me bring friends home from the bar.” The farmer straightened up to his full height. He towered over me. He looked down at me. “Want to come home with me?” He repeated.

“Sure.” What have I got to lose? I thought.

“Hell, let’s get out of this fucking hole.” The old farmer said.

I followed the old farmer’s black, dented, Ford pickup truck as he lead me down one county road after another one until he finally parked in the sandy driveway of an old white farmhouse. The old man waited for me to walk over to the front door of the farm house.

“Come on in.” He said opening the door. “I’m home, Mary Lou.” He called out as I followed him inside. “And I brought a friend home.” He added.

It made me nervous to know that his wife was home. I didn’t know what to expect as I heard a female’s voice answer. “I’m in the kitchen. Come on in.”

The old farmer motioned me to follow as he started walking through the house. I almost turned around and left. But I finally shrugged and nervously followed the tall old farmer into a big farmhouse kitchen.

“This is my wonderful wife, Mary Lou” The old farmer said as he walked over to where the tall thin old woman was drying a sink full of mason jars. From the smell of peaches I figured that she had just finished making peach jelly. The gray haired old woman turned to face me. “Jake, he’s nice looking.” She said. Then to me she said. “Just make yourself at home.” She didn’t ask my name and her husband didn’t volunteer it. In fact, I didn’t recall telling him my name. “You men want a couple of beers?” She asked as she dried her hands on the front of her apron. Then without waiting for our answer she walked over to the frig and took out two cans of Icehouse.

The old farmer pulled out a chair with a green plastic seat from under the green Formica kitchen and motion me to take one beside him. Then as his wife placed the cans of beer in front of us he unsnapped the shoulder straps of his overalls and let the front drop down. As I reached for my beer, my eyes zeroed on the gray, hairy chest of the old man. I glance nervously over at his wife. She was back drying mason jars. My gaze move onto this big navel button.

The old farmer smiled as he too lifted his beer in his huge weathered hand and took a deep drink. He seemed to like the way I was looking at him. After he put his beer down, he grabbed the front of his overalls and pulled them down farther until I could see a small gray patch of pubic hair.

I glanced nervously over at his wife. Her back was turned to us. When I glanced back at the old farmer, he had his right hand down inside the crotch of his overalls. Then I stared unbelieving as he slowly pulled his huge uncut dick our over the top of his overalls. I had seen lots of cocks in my life but never one bigger than the long thick pale snake like dick hanging over the front of the old man’s overalls.

Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the old farmer’s wife just as she turned from the kitchen sink to face the kitchen table where we were sitting. I don’t know what response I expected from the old women, but certainly not the one I got.

“Oh my, am I holding you all up.” She said upon seeing her husband lift his huge dick and pulled his long loose foreskin back. “I’m almost finish.” She said as he started stacking the mason jars she had already dried in a cupboard.

“Take your time, Mary Lou.” The old farmer said as he pushed his chair back and stood up. His overalls dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. Then he reached down and picked them up and walked over and placed them over the back of a chair nearest to his wife. “Put my overalls in the dirty clothes basket when you leave.” He said and he walked up behind his wife and grabbed her around the waist. He kissed her on the neck as his huge dick pressed against her ass.

“Walt! Don’t embarrass your friend.” She said.

The old farmer gave her another peck on the neck as he grabbed the old woman’s left hand and guided it down to his huge dick. The old woman briefly closed her hand around his enormous dick then pushed him away.

The old farmer walked over to where I was sitting transfixed by what I was seeing. And damn if the old farmer didn’t lift his dick in one hand and reach down and grab my behind the neck with the other hand. He pulled my face down toward his suddenly swelling dick. I glanced at his wife. She was just turning from the cupboard to get some more dry mason jars at the sink. I knew she could see us. In fact I saw her take a quick glance in our direction. Then the old farmer dick was in my mouth and I did what I had wanted since I had first seen him in the Reds. I started sucking on his huge foreskin draped dick head.

“Yea, suck my big dick!” The old farmer called out. I glanced at his wife. She was busy drying a mason jar, but at his words she was turn facing the kitchen table. We were in plan view. “Take it all!” The old man cried out as he started pushing inch after inch of his thick dick down my throat.

Normally, I would never have been able to take such a long thick dick down my throat, but knowing that his wife was in the room and probably watching us strangely excited me! The thought that I was sucking her husband’s huge dick while she was present thrilled me so much that my own big dick was throbbing in my jeans.

“Yes, take it all” The old man said throwing his head back in pleasure.

Somehow the excitement I felt allowed me to take every inch of the old man huge dick down my throat, if only for a short moment.

“Damn, that felt wonderful.” The old man said as I pulled back until only the head and a little of his dick shaft remained in my mouth. “Yea, suck it!” He cried out loud.

I glanced at the old farmer’s wife and caught her looking directly at us. She quickly averted her eyes and went back to drying more of the mason jars in the sink. I pulled the tall skinny old farmer’s huge dick out of my mouth and held it at the base with my hand as I admire it.

“Gee, you’ve got a big dick.” I said as I waved it back and forth. “I bet your wife loves to take it all in her pussy.” I said loud enough that the old farmer’s wife couldn’t help but hearing what I said. She glanced at us as she wiped her hand nervously on her apron. “Can you take it all in your pussy?” I said looking at her.

The old woman turn red in the face and quickly turn back face the kitchen sink without answering.

I let go of the old farmer’s dick and stood up and unzipped my jeans. As he watched, I pulled out my thick dick. “Suck me some.” I told him and before he could respond I stepped forward and took hold of the back of his neck and pulled his wrinkled weathered face toward me forcing my dick into his mouth. The old farmer didn’t have any choice but to suck my dick.

I glanced at his wife. She was staring openly at her husband as though she had never before witnessed him sucking another man’s dick. The thought thrilled me. I started fucking the old man’s face. “God, feels like I fucking a pussy.” I said out loud.

Then as the old farmer’s wife looked out I jerked my dick out of the old man’s mouth and shot a huge load of cum onto his face. The old farmer looked shocked! He couldn’t believe what I had done as cum dripped down his face.

Making sure his wife was watching, I leaned forward and started licking my cum off her husband’s face. When my tongue touched his lips, the old man opened his mouth and I slipped my cum coated tongue inside. We kissed a moment before I pulled my tongue out and lick up some more cum to share with him. I repeat the action until I had cleaned all my cum off the old farmer’s face. Then I kissed him passionately as I grabbed his huge dick and started masturbating him.

A moment later that old man broke our embrace and called out. “I’m cuming!

I quickly leaned over and took his long thick dick in my mouth just as he shot his load. With his wife looking on and me staring over at her, I swallow every drop of the old farmer’s cum. Only when his huge uncut dick was completely limp did I let go of it.

“Man that was a big load.” I said as I straighten up and wiped a dribble of cum off my chin.

None one spoke.

The wife had turned back to the sink and was frantically working.

“I guess I better be heading home.” I said as I stood up.

“Yea, it’s bedtime for us.” The old farmer said as he stood up. He didn’t bother putting any clothes on. His dick although limp was still thick and hung almost down to his knees. His big balls hung relaxed and looked big enough to hold several more loads of cum.

“Well thanks for having me over.” I said to the farmer and then turned to his wife who was looking at us. “I enjoyed meeting you.” I told her. The tall slim old woman smiled nervously. “I hope you’ll allow me to come back again.” I added.

“Yes, Sir.” The old woman spoke up in a shy low voice. “Please do.”

“Let me give it one more kiss.” I told the old farmer as I dropped to my knees in front of him and lifted his huge dick. His long foreskin had covered his huge dick head. I planted a kiss on the end of his foreskin then took almost an inch of his overlapping foreskin into my mouth and suck it a moment before I released his dick. I was amazed to see his dick swelling up again. “Looks like you’re ready again.” I said.

“Yea, I have to take care of the little wife.” The old farmer said as he looked over at the tall old woman. “She’ll be a demon in bed after watching us.” He confessed. This caused the old woman to blush and quickly turn back to the sink.

“Ok. Later.” I said as I opened the kitchen door.

They both said goodby as I closed the kitchen door behind me.