My New Roommate

When I moved into my new three-bedroom apartment in Palm Aire, I decided to get a roommate. So I put an ad in Hot Spots that I wanted someone over 60. Well I got lots of calls and after interviewing some great looking old men settled on George, a widower with grown sons that was new to the gay scene.

God, was he my type! He was 70, taller than me and stout with hairy arms and legs (he was wearing shorts when I interviewed him), a head of solid white hair, and the perfect grandfatherly face. And of course I couldn’t wait to see the rest of him. But he didn’t seem to have much interest in me. And of course that only spurred me on to get in his pants as fast as possible.

Seems that I quickly leaned the reason for his lack of interest in me as the next night after he moved in he brought an old man home from Chardee’s. The man was in his late 70’s or early 80’s and very small and fragile looking.

George took him straight to his room. Well, I couldn’t help but listen near the door of the bedroom as George proceeded the fuck the old man so hard that I wouldn’t have had to bother listening at the door as I could have heard him crying out and moaning from anywhere in the apartment. And they kept at it for hours! I couldn’t believe it!

That was the first of a string of very old men that George pulled out of Chardee’s night after night. And he fucked them all white I listened outside the door to his bedroom and jacked off, wishing that I were in there with George.

Then I walked passed George’s bedroom one morning and he was standing buck naked beside the bed. Damn! What a cock! I always thought I had a big cock but George’s dick put mine to shame. Between the hairy legs of the old man hung twelve inches of the thickest uncut cock I had ever seen. The old man’s cock wasn’t rock hard but the way he was working on his old pecker, I knew it wouldn’t be long before it was standing to attention.

“What, you didn’t get enough with the old man you fucked last night?” I asked as I stopped squarely in his bedroom door.

“Morning. I’m just exercising it. I jack off every morning.” The old man told me as he stared working on his cock faster and faster. Then as though knowing what I was going to ask next he added. “You got to train you cock just like any other part of your body. If you want it to keep getting hard and having sex when you are as old as I am; then you have to exercise it regular. So I jack off ever morning.”

“Wow, that’s a thought.” I said. “I should start doing that. Do you mine if I join you?” I asked but didn’t wait for his answer as I reached into my boxer shorts and pulled out my own semi-hard cock. I started pumping the foreskin back and forth over it just like the old man was doing.

George didn’t answer me he just looked at his cock and then over at mine. “Nice cock.” He told me. I answered that my dick was nothing compared to his and he smiled. He pointedly held it out so that I could see just how long his monster cock had grown.

I had never been fucked by a cock the size of the old man’s monster but suddenly I wanted George to fuck me like he had been fucking all the old men he had been bring home from Chardee’s. “Maybe it would be even better fucking in the morning than just jacking off.” I told him.

George looked at me for a long moment. “I’m really into men 75 and or older,” he finally said. “You’re too young for me.” He added.

“Just think of me as an exercise tool.” I said as I pulled down my shorts and climbed onto the old man’s bed without waiting for him to agree. I guess the sight of my ass over came me not being in his age bracket because the old man followed me onto his bed after pausing a moment to pull a tube of KY from the nightstand.

I tensely watched as George applied the lubricate to his monster prick, knowing the pain I was about to feel. But I the expectation of getting fucked by his monster cock also excited me. I couldn’t help but thinking back to my father and the time I saw his cock hard. I had always wanted to be fucked by an old man with a huge cock ever since then. Now was the time. It would almost be like my own father fucking me.

“You got a nice tight asshole.” The old man told me as he rubbed some of the KY onto my asshole.

“Please take it easy with me.” I almost begged as I was beginning to doubt the wisdom of letting the old man fuck me with his oversized old pecker.

He lifted my legs and stared me straight in the eyes as he guided the head of his big old pecker to my ass. I reached down and started slowly masturbating as I felt him press the head of his pecker harder against my asshole.

“No, it too big!” I called out as the first wave of pain hit me. He just pressed harder on his old stiff pecker. “Oh!” The pain was like a bolt of lightening flashing to my brain. “GOD, no!” I called out feeling like a pig getting stuck.

“I’m going to really open up your asshole, Boy.” The old man called out with a wicked smile on his face. Then he shoved the head of his old dick completely into me.

The pain took my breath away. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. Then unexpected the old man leaned forward and kissed me deep. Our tongues caressed each other! For someone that didn’t like men my age, his kiss was passionate. I returned his kiss, as I would have loved to have done with my own father.

Then as we kissed he sent his cock plunging deeper into me. I arched my back as I was forced to take more cock deeper into my ass than ever before. The pain caused me to tremble, but his kisses made it somehow bearable.

“Yes, fuck me, Daddy.” I found myself saying when he broke our embrace. “Give it to me, Daddy. Make me your, Boy!” I told the old men.

And he did just that. George started fucking me hard and fast. And the most wonderful thing happened. The pain turned into pleasure, no more than just pleasure. It was total bliss as he filled me with his old manhood. I can’t describe the delight it gave me to know what I had taken all of the old man inside my body. He was a part of me. Then as though to agree he leaned over and kissed me passionately again.

When the fucking really began I was open for him. I took each of the strokes of his monster cock willingly. I wanted to give him total pleasure, as I would have loved to have given my own father. And I could tell from the far away look in his eye that the old man was as lost in me as I was in him. Maybe he had always wanted to fuck his son?

He kissed me again. His kiss was deep and ever more passionate then before as his huge pecker moved easily in and out of my asshole. Then he bent down and started sucking my cock while fucking me.

I looked down on the gray haired old man’s head as he took my cock in his mouth and imagined my father sucking me. God! The thought sent me into a state of euphoria. I reached down and grabbed a handful of his gray hair and held it like I was holding a piece of my father as the old man sucked me while plunging his old pecker into me time and time again.

“Cum inside of me. I’m fixing to shoot off.” I yelled.

This must have excited the old man because he started fucking me even faster and his mouth devoured my long fat cock. I almost totally lost my mind from the double pleasure of getting fucked and sucked expertly at the some time.

We came together. The old man’s cock erupted, pouring out wave after wave of cum deep into the bowels of my ass even as I shoot my load into his hungry mouth. What bliss!

When I recovered my senses he was lying on the bed beside me.

“Pete, that was much more that I expected.” He confessed.

“That’s the best sex I have ever had.” I responded. “Will you do it to me again tomorrow morning?” I asked.

“Hell, yea, it sure beat jacking off in the morning. But let’s get one thing straight. I’m not your lover. I like men older than you.” He said firmly.

“That all right as long as you fuck me I don’t care who else you fuck. In fact I would love to watch you fuck those old men you bring home instead of only hearing the action.” I told him.

“Then I’ll start leaving the bedroom door open a little. But watching is all. I don’t want you coming in and trying to join us!” The old man told me in a voice similar to what my father used to use on me when he was serious about something.

“That’s fine with me.” I agreed.

It turned out perfect. The old man fucks me in the morning and then brings home his old men at night. George always leaves the bedroom door cracked a bit so that I can peek inside and watch him fucking his old men. I watch and jack off. Some night he fucks them so long that I shoot of twice as I hid and watch. Then in the morning that same huge dick fucks me.