THE STALKER

BY

PETE ROLAND

Part 1

Dear Diary: 3/26/01

I know what I did is wrong. But I couldn't stop myself. I'm lonely and ugly and old and nobody wants me any more. I'm like the invisible man when I go to Tropics or Chardee's. No one will even look at me. Maybe it's my big nose, or my oversized ears, or my thick pouting lips, or just the hideous scar running form my right eye down to my neck. Damn that car accident! All the old men used to fall all over themselves for a date with me. But except for sticking my big dick through the glory hole at the Cubby Hole and having someone suck me off, I haven't had sex for three years. I'm 67 and don't have many years left!

Not that any of that is an excuse for what I have done. But when I saw the old man standing in line at the checkout counter of the Fast Shop, I lost control. He was everything I had always been looking for. Maybe older than me by a couples of years and silver haired. Not tall and slim like me but short and stout with gray hair shower over the front of his shirt. He even smiled at me when I turned and looked back at him while standing in line at the convenience store. His smile started a fire in my loins and a compulsion that I had no defense against.

But damn it was so easy. I followed him home. Then for weeks I watched his every move. The first thing I realized was that he was straight, but with his looks and movements, that didn't come as a surprise to me. Only when I had recorded his daily habits until I got to the point that I knew where the old man was heading before he got there, did I make my move. And it was at the very place where I had fist seen him, the Fast Shop. He had a habit of stopping by there on his way home from fucking his girlfriend who lived in Coral Ridge Towers. Funny, he smiled at me inside the store again. If he had known what was coming he wouldn't have smiled. I even walked out with him.

Then as he was opening the door to his white Mercedes I just walked up to him and jabbed the barrel of my old Army Colt 45 in his ribs.

"Don't say a word!" I hissed in the old man's ear using the most sinister voice I could muster. "If you don't do exactly what I tell you I going to kill you." To emphasize my words I pushed the barrel harder against the old man's rib case. "Do you understand?" I asked.

"Please. Take my money... " I jabbed the barrel of the old Colt so hard in his ribs that he gasped from the pain.

"Shut up! Do what I tell you and you'll live. Disobey me and you're a dead man." I hissed.

The old man's big beautiful green eyes got big as he looked at me. He must have seen the desperation and determination in my eyes, because the resistance suddenly when out of him.

"Close the car door and walk over to the silver van park next to you. Stop to speak to anyone and say a word and I shoot." I said and paused am moment to let my words sink in. "Now move! Walk over to the passenger side of the van!"

Luckily is was late, almost closing time for the convenience store and expect for the old man's car and my van there wasn't any other vehicles in the parking lot.

I forced the old man around to the passenger side of my van and told him to climb in. "You try to run and I kill you!" I told him as he set down in the passenger seat. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." The old man's voice was calm. I sense strength in him voice.

I didn't hurry to the other side of the van. I walked at a normal pace. I don't know what I would have done if the old man had bolted from the van... probably nothing.

But I didn't have to decide. When I opened my door he was sitting calmly in the passenger seat looking over at me.

"That's the way. Keep doing exactly what I tell you and you'll live another day." I told him as I got in the van.

The old man didn't speak until we were heading down Oakland Park Blvd.

"What are you going to do to me?" He asked.

"What ever I want to?" I said glancing over at him. He looked grim but still didn't show and signs of panic as I turned off Oakland Park onto Powerline Rd.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked when I turned into Easterlin Park.

"You'll see." I said as I turned right when I got into the park and head back to the campground. I parked in a camping spot away from any other campers. I knew that no one would bother me tonight. Tomorrow the rangers would drive through and check the sites for newcomers and have them come to the office to sign in, but for tonight I was safe from interruption.

I parked and flicked the dome light on in the van and turned to face the old man with the Colt pointing toward him.

"Take your clothes off." I said with a hint of sexual excitement creeping into my voice.

"What are you going to do?" The old man said as his eyes got big as he stared down the barrel of the Colt.

"Take your clothes off. Don't make me repeat myself again!" I said suddenly angry with him for hesitating.

Then I watched the old man undress. God! It was wonderful. I felt a surge of pure power flash through my body as the old man pulled his shirt off exposing his gray haired broad chest. I smiled at his nipples. They were tiny like most straight men's.

"You ever been married?" I asked as he pulled down his pants. He was wearing white jockey shorts.

"Yes. I'm divorced." The old man answered as he grabbed the waistband of his jockey shorts. He hesitated.

"Take them off. I want to see you dick." I found myself saying.

"Look, I not gay. Just let me go and I'll forget all about this." The old man said as he gave me a pleading look.

"When is the last time you fucked a woman?" I asked him.

"Ah...three day ago. I know this widow that lives in Coral Ridge Towers. We get to gather one or twice a week." The old man said suddenly seeming in a talkative mood.

"Do you just fuck her or do you and her have oral sex?" I asked as I could feel my monster dick swelling up inside my pants.

"No we do both. She likes for me to eat her pussy while she sucks my dick." The old man let go of the waistband of his jockey shorts. "Look, just let me go and I will not report you to the police."

I shoved the Colt with in an inch of his face. "Take them off!" I ordered.

Panic flashed across the burly old man's face for the first time as he reached down and grabbed his jockey shorts and jerked them down.

I smiled at what I saw. His short thick circumcised dick was beautiful as was his nice watery balls all covered with gray pubic hair. I couldn't stop myself from reaching over and touching his dick.

"You ever had your dick sucked my another man?" I asked.

"I said I wasn't a fag... I mean gay." The old man said with a sudden flare of anger. "I didn't mean an offense." The old man added quickly.

"Do you think I'm good looking?" I suddenly asked. "And don't lie." I waved the Colt in front of his face.

"Maybe... maybe once... ah before the scar." The old man said truthfully.

I smiled. "I was before the accident." I took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. Then I leaned forward toward the old man. "Kiss me." I ordered.

"Please. I can't kiss another man." The old man pleaded. "I just can't."

I put the Colt in front of his face. "I'm going to ask you one more time." I lowered the Colt. "Kiss me." I ordered again.

I got a perverse pleasure seeing the anguish on the old straight man's face as he leaned toward me. Just before our lips touched he closed his eyes and shuddered. Then our lips met. He started to pull away but I grabbed him behind the head with my free hand and held him. Then I as I pushed the barrel of the Colt into his ribs again, I forced my tongue into the old straight man's resistant mouth.

He shuddered as my tongue entered his mouth. He didn't respond. His tongue didn't move. But I kissed him with passion! My tongue made love to his mouth. And he slowly in spite of himself he started to respond. His tongue moved a little. Then as I kissed him with all the skill I had learned in my 67 years, he started returning my kiss weakly at first but then as I emptied my soul into the kiss he response became almost passionate.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" I said when I broke our embrace. I leaned forward and kissed him on the right cheek. "You are very handsome." I told him.

"Please just let me go... "

"Don't!" I said sharply as I lifted the Colt.

The old man fell silent as I pulled off my shirt. He eyed me like a frog eying a snake as I slipped off my pants. Then as I stared in his big green eyes, I pulled down my under shorts with a quick jerk of my hand causing my huge dick to flop out like some thick snake.

"Take hold of my dick and play with it." I ordered.

Just knowing that the old man had probably never touched another man's dick send shock waves through me when he reached over and awkwardly garbed my huge soft dick.

"I never have seen a man with an uncircumcised cock before." The old man said as he slowly pulled my foreskin back until it wouldn't retract any farther exposing my old dick head. "I mean not in person. Have only seen pictures." Without any urging from me he started jacking my dick. "You ever fucked a woman with this?"

"No, but lots of men." I answered.

"I... I don't see how they could take something so big!" He exclaimed.

"Well you are going to find out in a minute." I said.

Suddenly a really frighten look gripped the old burly man's face. "You can't be serious?" He said in total disbelief. "I'm an old man. You can't possible want to fuck me."

"I'm an old man too or haven't you noticed." I told him as I enjoyed his hand on my dick. "And yes I'm going to fuck your old asshole. I going to stretch it to the limit with my big old dick you're holding in your hand." I confirmed and watched the emotions play across his round lined face.

As he stared at me, I reached and grabbed him behind the neck and pulled his head down toward my crotch. "Suck it." I ordered.

The old man resisted. He was strong. If I hadn't pushed the Colt in front of his face I wouldn't have been able to force his head down. But with lethal barrel of the Colt pointed between his eyes, he lowered his head.

I watched as he struggled with himself as he guided my huge dick head toward his mouth. Then he sort of shuddered and opened his mouth. Damn, his mouth was hot. A moan escaped me as he closed his hot moist mouth around the head of my dick. My pleasure moan caused him to roll his eyes up to look at me. I smiled down at the old man. "That feels great."

The expression on his face softened. Without my urging the old man began to suck on the head of my peter. He was good. I guess eating all that pussy made him almost a natural cocksucker.

I used my free hand to lovingly pat him on that head. If only I could find a lover like him, I thought to myself as I watched the old man sucking in more of my big old pecker.

"I know that you're trying to do." I told him, as I looked downward.

The old man rolled his eyes upward again.

"You are trying to make me cum so that I can't fuck you." I smiled down at him. "You can work on my old pecker all you want, but it ain't going to squirt until it has tasted you ass pussy." I told him.

The old man shuddered but started sucking on my dick harder and faster taking more of it down his throat.

"I going to fuck you like you fuck your girlfriend." I told him.

The old man moaned.

"You are going to feel like a woman getting fuck by her boyfriend."

More of my huge dick disappeared into the old man's mouth.

"I bet you have secretly been fantasizing about getting fucked." I accused.

Suddenly I pulled the old man's head up. I kissed him. He kissed me back. Our tongues and mouths became one. He kissed different from a gay man. Can't explain the different, just that his kiss stirred me from head to toe. A sense of guilt washed over me. I regretting what I was doing to the old man but even as I experienced the guilt I knew that I wasn't going to stop. I couldn't.

"Climb in the back of the van." I said breaking our embrace abruptly.

The old man looked pleadingly at me but I just waved the Colt and tilted him head toward the back of the van where I had several blankets stacked on the floor that I used to cover antiques from my shop.

As I watched the burly old man squeeze between the captain chairs, I found myself almost overcome with lust. His ass cheeks were firm and melon shaped.

"Lie down on the blankets." I ordered as I followed him into the back of the van.

I found it amusing that his short thick circumcised dick was rock hard as he positioned himself on the stack of blankets. I quickly knelt between his legs. Then as he watched I bent down and took the beautiful head of the old man's dick in my mouth. He tried not to moan, but the skill with which I sucked his cock was too much for him. As I deep throated his old cock he let out his first loud deep moan. Then as I tongued the old straight man's dick shaft he stated moaning in a continuous loud sexually charged outcry.

Then I did something that the old guy wasn't expecting. I pushed my mouth down to his asshole and started running my moist tongue back and forth against his old virgin asshole. Suddenly the old straight man was bucking and calling out like a woman. His old dick started jerking uncontrollably. When I actually forced my tongue inside his tight old asshole, he practically squealed in pleasure. And damn if he was reaching down and rubbing my almost baldhead.

But fearing that I was going to make him cum. I stopped and moved up between his legs. Then as his eyes grew bigger and bigger, I directed the huge head of my dick to his spit dripping old asshole. When I began pushing forward with the head of my dick, the old man grabbed my shoulders and let out a deep moan.

I lay the Colt down out of the old man's reach and bent over and kissed him as him. He kissed me back even as my dick head violated his old asshole. He moaned in pain but kept kissing me as the head of my big dick entered him. Then even thought tears were running down his eyes he was hugging me to him.

The passion we exchanged shocked me and sent me into a sex craze. I pushed my thick old dick deep into the old straight man's asshole. His back arched. I drove my fat cock deeper into him. I felt a shudder run through the old man's burly body. Then my dick was up to my nuts in him. I broke our embrace and started planting kissing on his cheeks, forehead and all over his face.

"It hurts." The old man almost whispered.

Then I was deep kissing him again and fucking him. He let out painful moans, but didn't attempt to push me off of him. Then he was again hugging me as the pain turn more toward pleasure. His old asshole loosened up with each thrust of my huge cock. Soon he was moaning in pleasure in spite of himself. And I was pounding his ass pussy like he must have pounded is girlfriend's pussy. I shot off deep inside of him.

Then before the guilt set in, I jerked my dick out of the old man's asshole and got back down between his legs and started sucking his dick for all I was worth. He moaned and bucked beneath me as I skillfully brought him closer and closer to a climax. Then just when I felt him tensing up I stopped sucking his dick and grabbed it and jacked it.

Cum shot straight up into the air. Gobs of thick white sperm landed on his gray haired chest. More struck his belly button and stomach. And then I was licking him clean as he went limp beneath me.

"What have you don't to me?" He asked in a pathetic tone. "Go ahead and shoot me! I want to die." He told me.

I lay on top of the old man. He tried to stop me from kissing him but I forced the issue. Then he was again responding to my kissed.

"You have ruined me." He said when I stopped kissing him. "I'll never feel clean again."

I kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I said and began to cry. "I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me." I found myself pleading.

"How can I when you raped me as thought I were a woman." The old man said as he got up off the stack of blankets and made his way to the front of the van. Without asking permission he started dressing.

I followed him to the front and also begin to put on my clothes.

"What are you going to do to me now?" He suddenly demanded.

"I'm going to take you back to your car." I told him.

"You're not going to shot me?" He said in open surprise.

"No." I said as I started the engine. "But I know where you live. It'll be easy for me to find you if you go to the police. Even if you leave town, I'll know." I told him. "I know everything about you. I know where your sister lives, your girlfriend, even where you bank." I told him as I turned onto Powerline Rd.

"Please don't do anything to my sister." The old man said pleadingly. "I promise I will not go to the police."

"Ok, Frank." I said using his name for the first time. "But I'm going to keep my eye on you."

"What's your name?" The old man asked then quickly said. "Sorry, I asked that."

"That's all right. With this face I couldn't hide even if I wanted to. "My name's Joe. But just remember that I can get to you before the police can get to me." I threatened.

"I will not tell! Promise!" The old man said as I pulled up along beside his car.

"Frank, that's totally your choice. Your fate and mine are in your hands." I said. "Now get out."

The old man paused like and looked directly at me like he was going to say something. He didn't. He finally turned and opened the door of the van and climbed out.

I drove away quickly. I didn't head home. I went instead to a tiny apartment I secretly keep on 56 Avenue in Lauderhill. It was the roughest, drug infested hellhole in Lauderhill, a place were no one would think to look for an old white man.

Now as I lie here on the bed writing in my diary, I wonder what will happen to me. Maybe I should just pick up the Colt and end it all. Surely the old man will go to the police. They will find me. I can't hide with this hideous face. And damn it I'm too old to go to prison. But, God, was sex with him wonderful!

(To be continued)