4/26/01 Dear Diary:

For a full month I hardly left my slum apartment. Fear of arrest lingered over me like a black cloud. I watched every local news program for a hint of what I had done to the old man. But there wasn’t any story about my kidnaping and raping the old man. Nothing, not a story in the newspapers or on TV. But the fear stayed with me! I lay awake at night waiting for the loud knock on the door of my apartment that never came.

Then slowly, I began to believe that the old man hadn’t reported me. Why, I didn’t just go on with my life and try to forget what I had done to the handsome old man, I can’t explain. Except to say that he populated my dreams. I relived the experience of his wonderful manly kisses, his tight wonderful ass as I fucked him. The dreams were so vivid that I would wake up in a pool of cum.

And again the compulsion to seek out the old man again came over me. Oh, GOD, did I fight it. I really did. I tried everything, but couldn’t get him out of my mind. Every time I thought of him and the night inside my van, I would end up jacking my huge dick until it squirted.

Then one night, after midnight, the compulsion came over me so bad that I left my apartment and went to the nearest pay phone. My fingers trembled as I dialed Frank’s home number. It rang so many time that I feared he was not home when finally a sleepy voice said “Hello.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Words just wouldn’t come to me.

“Who is this?” The voice on the other line asked suddenly sounding fully awake. “It you!” The old man’s deep manly voice accused. “It you, isn’t it?” He said louder.

“Yes,” I said softly. “It’s me.”

There was a long pause. Then the old man’s voice said. “You asshole!”

“Did you visit you girlfriend tonight?” I whispered.

Again there was a long pause.

“Yes! And I fuck her. I told you I’m not a fucking queer!” Came the sudden angry reply.

“You didn’t go to the police.” I said.

“Fuck you! I should have! I should have gone straight to them and your ass would be in jail already and they would have locked the door and never let you out.” The old man responded angrily.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Fuck you!” The phone line went dead.

I stopped at an all night market and bought enough junk food to do me for several days and went by to my lair. Then quickly stripping naked, I jacked off twice thinking of the old man. And even then, I later dreamed of him.

The very next night I when to the same payphone, knowing that if he had reported me, the police had more than likely tapped his phone and could trace the call. Still, I dialed his number. This time the old man answered the phone on the second ring. “Why are you calling?” He demanded as though he had expected me to call. I remained silent. “Haven’t you done enough to me already?” He asked his voice a little less angry.

“I keep thinking about you.” I told him.

“Fuck you! You damn queer!” He said but didn’t hang up.

“I jack off every night thinking about you.” I confess.

“Jesus! You are sick.” He told me.

“When I kissed you, it was so wonderful.” I told him softly.

“You made me kiss you. You had a damn gun pointed at me.” The old man mumbled.

“Are you naked?” I asked. The old man didn’t answer. “I’ve got a hard on.” I told him. Still, the old man didn’t answer. “I’m going to jack off when I get back to my apartment. Do you ever jack off?” I added. The phone remained silent. “Do you think about me fucking you when you fuck your girlfriend?” I asked as my big dick began to throb so hard it was painful. “I want to fuck you again . . .” The connection went dead as I shot off in my pants.

When I left my apartment around midnight the very next night, I had the intension of calling the old man again, but I drove past the phone and found myself heading east on Oakland Park. Several times I slow down to turn off Oakland Park but couldn’t stop myself for heading east. I was shaking almost violently when I pulled into the driveway of the old man’s house.

The small ranch style home was completely dark as I pulled into the driveway and parked beside the old man’s white Mercedes. I sat in the van staring at the old man’s house for several minutes before finally getting out and walking boldly up to his front door. I knew that what I was doing would get me arrested, but the knowledge didn’t stop me from ringing the old man’s doorbell.

I could hear the loud chime echoing through the house. I rang it again and again.

“Who is it?!” The old man deep voice demanded.

I didn’t answer.

“Fuck! It you! Are you crazy coming here!” The old man’s angry voice demanded.

“Let me in.” I responded softly.

“And if I don’t what are you going to do? Shoot me through the door?” The old man answered.

“I don’t have the gun.” I told him.

“What’s to stop me from calling 911?” The old man asked but some of the anger was gone from his deep wonderful voice.

“Nothing.”

“Just go away. I don’t want to see you.” The old man said but his voice was more pleading than demanding. “Fuck it! Go away!” He said trying to stir up his anger again.

“Let me in.” I said softly. “I got to see you. Please let me in.” I found myself saying in a desperate voice. “Please, I got to see you.”

Honestly, I didn’t expect him to open the door. But he did. The old man unlocked the door and slowly opened it until we were standing face to face. I took a deep breath as I realized the old man was standing in the doorway completely naked. I had to fight myself to kept from reaching out to touch the thick patch of gray hair on his chest, visible in the dim light from the street lamp.

“Please, let me in.” I repeated.

The old man backed away from the doorway. I quickly stepped inside. I turned and we looked at each other for a long moment. “You ruined me.” The old man accused. “Why didn’t you just shoot me that night?” I said, his voice rising in anger. “I’m ruined.”

I stepped up to him and hugged him. The old man attempted to push me back but I held him to my chest. “You used me like I was a woman.” The old man accused. Suddenly I pressed my mouth to his. He tried to turn his head from mine but I grabbed his head in my hands and held it in place.

Then we kissed. Our tongues found each others. I rammed mine violently down the old man’s throat. I took command of his mouth. I crushed down his tongue and dug deep inside his throat making him suck on my tongue.

“I’m going to make you do everything to me before I fuck you with my big dick.” I whispered in the stout old man’s ear.

“No!” He yelled and tried to break away from me. But I pulled his face to mine and made him kiss me again.

“I going to make you rim my ass with your tongue.” I told him when I finally pulled my tongue out of him mouth. “Where’s the bedroom?”

Like a meek lamb going to slaughter, the old man lead me to his huge bedroom. Then as he climbed into the four poster bed, I stripped naked. My huge dick stood straight out from my hairy crotch when I pulled down my white boxer shorts. I also noticed that the old man’s short thick dick was erect as he lay on the bed waiting for me.

I climbed onto him like he was a woman and kissed him. He kissed me back. “Have you been thinking about me?” I asked.

“Yes. I hate you.”

“Why didn’t you call the police?”

“I tried. I picked up the pone a dozen times to call them, but couldn’t.” The old man confessed.

“Why?” I asked as I moved down until my face was even with his crotch.

“I told you! You ruined me! You made me queer for you.” The old man said with his voice rising again in anger. “Hell, when I’m fucking my girlfriend, I keep remembering getting fucked by you.”

Then I closed my lips around the old man’s short dick. He started moaning as I tongued and sucked his thick little dick. I love sucking his thick dick. His moans were music to my ears. I wanted to devour him. I hated to stop sucking him, but when I felt the old man tense up, I knew that I must or he would shoot off. But, although I abandoned his dick, I didn’t stop giving him pleasure. I lifted his thick hairy legs and pushed my mouth against the rose bud of his asshole. Then as he began to wiggle in delight, I started licking his asshole. It was tight, but not as tight as the first time when I had rapped the old man. My big pecker had stretched his old asshole enough that it would never be as tight as originally.

Still I did have to work some to get my tongue inside the old man’s asshole. I loved the tangy taste of his asshole and the silky texture of inside of him. The old man went crazy as I worked my tongue deeper and deeper inside of him. He started arching his back and bucking when I began to twist and turn my tongue deep inside his old asshole.

“Oh. God! That was wonderful.” The old man told me when I stopped and slipped up his body, stopping to kiss the patch of gray hair on his chest. “You’ve ruined me.” He said but there was no longer in his voice. “Completely ruined me.” He added as I pulled my face up even with his. “No, I can’t kiss you. Your tongue has been inside my asshole.” The old man cried out in dismay as I pressed my lips against his. I knew he could smell his ass on my breath as I forced his mouth open and slid my tongue inside. The old man fought against kissing me, but I forced my will on him.

Then he was kissing me back. It was wonderful to share the taste of his ass with him. We enter locked our tongues and suck on each other’s tongue. And the old man’s kiss became more passionate the longer we embraced. But I wanted to feel his tongue inside me. So I pulled my face away from him and moved up until my asshole was squared against his lips.

“No!” The old man’s voice was more a moan than a protest. Then my asshole was pressed hard against his mouth. He didn’t stick his tongue out immediately. He tried to resist, but I just pressed my asshole harder against his mouth until finally he relented. Then as he hunched air with his hips sending his short dick pumping empty air, he opened his mouth. His velvety warm tongue touched my asshole. I shuddered from the pleasure. Then he was licking and probing my asshole like a mad man as he tried to get his tongue inside me.

I loved the thought of making him eat my ass. I enjoyed the knowledge that I was making the old man do something that was totally alien to him and extremely repulsive. That knowledge gave me as mush pleasure as his warm moist tongue did as he finally got inside of me. “Eat my asshole, you old queer.” I called out to him and felt him suddenly try to push my ass away. “No you are a queer!” I told him and pressed me ass against his mouth. “Tongue my ass.” I demanded. The old man made a whimpering sound beneath me as he complied. Once again I felt his warm wet tongue slip inside of me. “Yes, I’ve made you queer!” I told him getting pleasure out of humiliating the old man. He whimpered again but pushed his strong wide tongue deeper into my asshole.

“I’m going to fuck you like you were a woman!” I called out to him as I reached down and grabbed my huge dick and began to masturbate it until the thing was monestrous and hard enough to ram inside the old man’s tight asshole. “That’s enough.” I said, pulling my asshole out of reach of his wonderful tongue. “Now, I am going to fuck me a queer.”

“I’m not queer.” The old man said shaking his heads as I moved down and lifted his legs. “I’m not!” He pleaded as I spit on the head of my dick. He started begging me not to fuck him as I pressed the swollen red head of my pecker against his old tight asshole. But he didn’t make any effort to fight me as I put more and more pressure against my dick until it popped into his asshole.

The old man cried out. I leaned over and kissed him as I drove my long thick dick into him. He reached up and pulled my face hard against his as I sent my tongue down his throat. He couldn’t cry out but he made strange noises deep in his throat as I rammed my dick up to my balls inside of him. Then I started fucking the old man brutally, raping his tight old asshole as he clung to me like a child.

I fucked the old man’s ass until the shaft of my dick was lathered up. “See you like it. You are a queer.” I told him. “You are my queer!” I told him getting so much pleasure out of my words that I suddenly shot my load inside of him.

Then with cum still dripping from my dick I quickly switched around into a 69 position. “Suck my dirty dick!” I told the old man as I pressed it against his mouth. “Taste your ass pussy on my dick.” He resisted so I grabbed his huge ball and squeezed them until he cried out in pain. “Do it!” I ordered. Then as he took my dirty dick in his mouth, I took his thick short dick in mine. I worked on it with such skill that he was moaning deep inside his throat as he sucked my dick. When he shot his big load in my mouth, I got so excited that I shoot off again. He tried to spit my dick out but I made him swallow the entire load as I suck his cum out of his dick.

When I turned my body around facing him and kissed the old man, he eagerly kissed me. We kissed for several minutes before I broke contact. “Now I have ruined you completely. You are mine.” I told him as I kissed him on the forehead.

“I’m still not a queer.” The old man said. “I still like fucking my girlfriend. And I couldn’t bare the thought of having sex with another man. If I am queer, it’s only with you.” He said.

“Does that mean that you are not going to the police?” I asked.

“Hell, what can I tell them. I let you in the house.”