Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2010 20:52:53 -0400
From: jim outis <chester4skin@gmail.com>
Subject: Chester's intergenerational lust, Chapter 1

Chester's Intergenerational Lust
Chapter 1

I'm obsessed with this man and he's sitting 7 rows ahead of me. I'm so
obsessed that I am following him on this 7:15 train into the city, not
knowing where it'll lead me. I have to be discrete. I'm wearing a baseball
cap and sunglasses even though it's mid November and the sun has long since
set. But I don't want him to recognize me just yet, 'cause if he does, the
game will be over.

His name is Antonio Mazzetti. He knows me, somewhat. He comes to the gym
where I work. That's how I know him. That's why I'm following him. I've
been in lust with him for days now.

Fuck, how I lust after this man. But some people would say it's not
right. They'd say you shouldn't have such sexual, sinful thoughts about a
man who's old enough to be your grandfather.  And I never thought I'd be
this person, a guy whose mind has been in a haze of disbelief and powerful
sexual attraction for a 60-something Grandpa! Hell, I'm so messed up- even
the thought of our age difference makes me hard and wildly horny like no
aphrodisiac ever did.

Fuck, Antonio, I hope tonight brings us together. I want to devour you, I
want to taste you, I want your manhood inside me, and I want your cock
juices inside me, on me.

I've seen him naked. It's because of what I've seen that I'm sitting here
on this train. I know what this man looks like under his clothes. I don't
know why, sometimes you get feelings that you can't explain, But I have
been drawn to Antonio. He's probably close to forty years older than me,
but I want him. Isn't this fucked up?

Looking at my reflection in the window, I think I can say that I'm not a
bad looking 24 year old. I could get a man my age. But I don't want that
now. I'm a 20-something guy in fucking heat for a fucking senior
citizen. This is so surreal.

I work at the local gym. Part of my job is going through the locker room
and cleaning up after our customers. When I'm down in the change room, I
keep my eyes away from cocks and asses. When I do glance, I'm super
discrete because I need this job; I need the money so that I can move out
of this shitty little suburb. So I work overtime at this place and hope to
be in a position to move out in a few months.

Before that day, I would never think of looking at a man old enough to be
my grandfather. But then I saw Antonio: a tall, slender man, with a broad
hairy chest.  Somehow his body had escaped many of the most common ravages
of age. But his great body is not what caught my eye. As Antonio was
rinsing out shampoo from his hair in the shower I saw his entire body shake
like a giant oak tree in a strong wind, and I saw his huge fucking
foreskinned sausage swing back and forth as though it were trying to escape
from his body.  It was mesmerizing. I blushed and felt blood rush to my
head. I licked my lips and my cock tingled in my lust. I had never seen a
cock that big before. I had fantasized about big cocks, but never on an old
man. I dropped a towel and bent down to pick it up. I was mesmerized by
Antonio who had now turned around and was bent forward so that his ass was
exposed to me. His legs held up two luscious pair of glutes. A large round
nutsack poked out from below his dark, hairy asshole.

I felt like the room's temperature had become tropical. I had to get out of
there before I was caught.

I ran with the towels in my hand out of the room, smashing the exit door
with my body in order to escape. I tossed the towels into the laundry
basket and walked promptly to the toilets. I raced into a stall, pulled out
my hard cock, and within fifteen seconds ropes of my jism hit the toilet
seat, the wall, and the floor. I panted hoarsely, so overtaken by my
actions. I couldn't believe what I had done. I felt truly shocked. I had
discovered something about myself that I didn't understand. For the first
time in my life, I had shot my load because of lust for an old man.

I sat on the toilet and felt my cum under my ass on the cold plastic. I
hung my head low, holding it my hands. Gasping still from the profound
orgasm, I was deeply confused by what had just happened.

"Jesus, this is perverse: I'm lusting after somebody's fucking Grandpa."
Saying these words aloud made the surreal all the more unreal.

 But even as I closed my eyes the image of Antonio was burned in my
mind. All I could see was that tall hulk of a senior with his profound
uncut dong swinging back and forth.

I could barely keep my mind on my work the rest of the evening. When I got
home, I went straight to my room and shut the door. I fell on my bed with
my clothes on and sank into a deep within minutes.

Although I was mentally exhausted, my dreams that night were extremely
vivid and sexual. Each time I tossed and turned my hard leaking cock ground
into the mattress. I didn't have one lucid dream with a storyline, just a
stream of dark and obscene vignettes involving Antonio and older men with
large dicks whom I watched from a distance in a variety of places.

I woke up at 7am to the sound of my alarm clock. I felt like I hadn't slept
in days. My cock was pointing up and looking for attention, but I was too
tired to appease it. I stumbled to the shower, turned on the cold water,
and forced myself to shower in it. I had to give a class at the gym at 8. I
had to wake up.

I made it to the gym ten minutes early, still dragging my ass, but feeling
better with coffee. I went to the front desk and logged on to the computer.
I was planning to look up Antonio's information. But cursed myself when I
realized I didn't know his name.

I eventually learned it, later that day when he walked in around 4pm. I was
at the front desk when he swiped his membership card and his name came up
on the screen: Antonio Mazetti.

My lust for this man made me feel ballsy: "Good afternoon, Antonio."

I held my breath as he looked at me blankly then smiled.

Fuck, this was one rugged looking man. Not handsome, or not what people
tell us is handsome, but sexy as all fuck. He had a nice crew cut above a
tall wrinkled forehead.  His eyes were a deep dark brown, almost a bit
menacing. His smile was wide with thick lips under a salt and pepper
moustache. I got hard instantly.

"Good afternoon, young man" he said chirpily looking me straight in the
eyes.

"Chester, my name's Chester.  I'm not so young," I said as I smiled and
extended my hand.

He put his hand on mine and shook it. It was warm and firm.

"How old are you, Chester?" he asked without hesitation as he took his hand
slowly from mine.

"24," I answered.

"Ah, to be 24 again," he said leaning on the counter beside me smiling.

His breath smelled sweet like honey and cinnamon and there was a vague
scent of warm bread about him. I inhaled his scent deeply. But just then
the phone rang suddenly, jolting me from my reverie.

Antonio tapped the counter with his palm. "See you later, Chester" he said
as he headed downstairs to the changing room.

I watched him walk away as the phone continued to ring.

"Fuck, I want him," I said under my breath before answering the phone.

A few minutes later I got one of the younger staff to man the desk while I
went in search of Antonio. He had already changed into his sweats and was
talking to another man when I next saw him.

I had a basket with me and pretended to be cleaning up as I walked behind
them at a distance.

"So, the I-G is tomorrow night in town. You coming?" said the other man, a
tall bearded man with a beer belly whom I recognized as Mickey.

"Definitely. Do you want to drive in together?" Antonio asked

"Well, I've got work in the city tomorrow early, so I'm just gonna stay
there and head to the Base in time for the party," said Mickey.

"No worries, I'll take the train. Just give me the address again. I always
get lost in the city," said Antonio.

"I've got the brochure with me. I'll give it to you in the change room" I
heard Mickey say as they walked away towards the free weights.

I spent the next hour keeping an eye on Antonio and Mickey. When they
started heading back to the locker room, I bolted to the stairwell and
reached the change room. I entered quickly and hid in a janitor's closet.

Antonio and Mickey entered the change room. I could see them through slats
in the storage room door.

They sat down about ten feet away. I heard the rattle of locks and metal
doors as they got ready for the showers.

"Christ almighty, Antonio," said Mickey who erupted in laughter. "That
thing could kill somebody."

I knew Antonio must have been naked. He responded to Mickey but I couldn't
make it out.

"Here's the flyer with the details," I heard Mickey say.

After a few seconds I saw them both walk in front of me. They were
whispering and laughing like schoolboys.

As soon as I could hear them in the shower, I dashed out of the storage
room.  I headed straight for their lockers. Having looked up Antonio's
locker number earlier, I knew his was number 18.

I looked to my left and right, then opened his locker door. My heart beat
so hard it almost hurt, but it was worth it: I eyed Antonio's sweaty gym
gear hanging up on a hook, crowned by a large jockstrap. Not hesitating, I
grabbed the jockstrap and stuffed it in my pocket. A piece of paper fell to
the floor.


"This must be the flyer Mickey was talking about," I thought to myself. I
went to open it, but heard somebody approach, so I shoved it back into the
locker, closed the door, and left quickly back upstairs.

I finished my shift then and there. I wanted to leave before I would see
Antonio exiting the gym.

I drove home in record time and locked myself in my bedroom. I spent
another restless night thinking of nothing but Antonio and sniffing his
jockstrap.

That was yesterday. Now, here I am, sitting on this train incognito. I pull
out Antonio's jockstrap that I stole and bring it to my nose, inhaling the
scents.  He's sitting 10 fucking feet away, and I'm perving on his jock on
a train.

If you'd told me I'd be doing this a few days ago, I'd have said you were
crazy.  But that was then.

Wherever Antonio goes tonight, I'm following.


As we pull into the station Antonio stands up and moves to the doors. He
looks at his watch and frowns. He seems impatient. Ha, can't be anymore
impatient than me.

I stay in my seat, not wanting to move until he does.

The doors open suddenly and Antonio is off.

"Sorry," I'm obliged to say to a few people I've just brushed past.

I see Antonio at the exit now. Great he's heading for the taxi stand.

Luckily there's a queue. So I slip behind Antonio and turn away slightly. I
take off the baseball cap and sunglasses and stuff them in my pockets. I
turn back towards Antonio now.

Fuck, my heart is beating, but I have to make a move. I tap him on the
shoulder and he turns to me. He looks blankly, then surprised

"Oh, hello, Antonio," I say cheerily and as innocently as possible.

"Ummmm....Chester, isn't it?" he says a bit perplexed.

"Yes, that's right," I say shaking his hand. "Fancy meeting you here. Nice
surprise to see a friendly face" I jabber on trying to hide my nervous.

"Indeed it is. So, what are you up to in town? Going out with your mates?"

"Yeah...I dunno. Just had an urge to come into town and have a bit of
fun. And you?" I say a bit rushed.

A taxi pulls up and Antonio is told to take it.

"Well, sorry, I better be off. Nice to see you Chester. Bye" Antonio says
looking relieved as he ducks into his cab.

"Nice to see you, Antonio, really nice. Have a great night." I say aloud. I
look around.  Great, my taxi pulls up. I jump into it.

"Follow the taxi in front, will you. My mates are in it and there wasn't
enough room for me" I say.

"Alright, Sir," says the driver.

We drive for about 15 minutes through busy streets. I'm anxious when we
approach an intersection with changing lights, but my driver keeps to his
orders and we stick behind Antonio's cab most of the way. We pull up in
front of a Chinese restaurant. I see Antonio get out of the cab in front
and dash into a door next to the restaurant.

I pay the taxi driver and give him a large tip.

"Thanks very much, Sir," he says.

I get out the cab, close the door, and run across the street. There is a
black door next to the restaurant. Could this be it? I reach for the handle
and pull.

It opens. Fuck, it opens. I slip inside. My heart's beating so loud I can
barely hear.

There's only one staircase and it leads down.  One the ceiling above the
staircase large yellow letters spell out, "The Base".

I get to the bottom of the staircase and there's a window. Behind the
window there's a middle aged man. He's bald with a moustache. He's got no
shirt on and there's a chain going from one nipple to another. He might be
naked.

I take out some money and slip him a twenty. He doesn't take it.

"I.D. card please" he says gruffly.

"I.D. What for?" I say taken aback.

"You gotta be 21 or over to get into the party," he says as he appears to
rub his groin below the counter.

I take out my wallet and hand him my ID.

"Chester, eh?" he says eyeing me up and down. "You know this is an
I.G. party, don't ya?"

"Sure," I say.

"Yeah? You sure? 'Cos I ain't seen you here before," he says teasing me. He
rubs his groin again and then stands straight. So, he is naked behind the
counter: I can see the top of a very thick bush of pubic hair. He pulls on
the chain between his nipples.

"I.G. means, intergenerational, yeah?" he says. "You like older men,
Chester?"

"Yeah, I do. A lot. A lot as a matter of fact. And tonight I'm really
fucking horny for it, you know what I mean?" I say, probably too
enthusiastic. "Come on, mate. Lemme in."

"Okay, Chester. If you say you're up for it. All the rooms are taken, so
you'll have to take a locker," he says.

"Okay, that's great" I say, relieved that he's letting me in.

He hands me a key, a towel, and change.

"Thanks," I say.

"Pleasure will be all mine....yours ," he says as he pinches one of his
chained nipples.  "I'm Rob. See you around, Chester."

I hear a buzzer and head for the door beside the counter.  My heart starts
pounding again with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. What's behind
this fucking door?

Deep breath. Here we go.

The room I enter is dark. Dance music is playing and the beat is turned up
loud. It gives a feel of a jungle pulse to the room. To my left is a
bar. There are a few men standing around. I see a slim blond guy licking
the nipple of a pot bellied man with a goatee.  Beyond them, I see a sign
for the lockers. I don't dare look around and see Antonio just yet. I head
quickly for the lockers, ignoring whispers from men at the bar directed at
me.

The changing room is dimly lit. I can barely find my locker, 89. When I get
there I see a men standing about. They touch each other all over and
laugh. Some are wear their towels, but most don't.  I'm all business
though. I need to find my locker. I scan the rows of metals cabinets, find
mine and open it quickly. I throw my clothes inside in a bundle.  But on
second thought, I want that fucking jockstrap. I take it out and put it
on. I throw the towel I was given over my shoulder. I slam the locker door
shut and lock it. I put the key around my ankle like I normally do at
saunas. I don't like the key to get in the way of grabbing and touching.

Fuck, it feels hot in here. I'm sweating like a. I hope I don't stink too
much.

So, where the fuck is Antonio? I need to find him before someone else does.

Back out to the bar area where I came, no he's not there. Three guys who
are going through a dark doorway. I can see a red glow inside. Following
behind the last of them, I see we're in an alley of sorts. I can barely
make out faces it's so dark in here.

Whoa, there are hands touching me all over. Fuck, I'm getting hard. How the
hell will I find Antonio here? No, I have to keep moving although it's
tempting to stay. I'm surrounded by moaning, licking, and sounds of cocks
being jerked about. It smells like sweat and sperm in here. Hell, I love
the smell of cum and the more I breathe it in, the hornier I'm getting.  My
cock is jabbing against anonymous flesh as I walk through this flesh filled
alley.  Who are all these horny fuckers?

I see there's a bit more light as I reach the end of this alley. There
seems to be a dingy yellow bulb inside a room at the end. Men's voices are
also a bit louder too. And there's the sound of splashing.

I'm gonna stand here a minute, my eyes need to adjust. This is not a big
room either.  There's a group of men huddled around a bathtub and there are
a few stalls crammed with men. It smells like piss in here. Fuck me, this
room's is nothing but a giant toilet and....Christ....there's Antonio!

He's standing on a high podium in the corner with a group of men at his
feet. He's fucking pissing on them and they're loving it.

I'm getting in on this now. I approach the podium and try to squeeze
in. Antonio hasn't recognized me yet. A man reaches back and pulls me in to
the group at the podium, his large hand grabbing my bum.

"You want some of that piss from that horsecock?" he says as his fingers
rub my asshole.

"I fucking want all of it," I say not looking at him, my eyes fixed on
Antonio.

Antonio's turned slightly away from me as he showers the faces of an older
man and younger bear type who are kissing.

This is so fucking surreal. The senior citizen I'm lusting after is
spraying huge quantities of piss into a crowd of admiring piggish men.

My mouth is open now. Come on, Antonio. Turn. Turn towards me!

Fuck yes... warm stream of piss first hits me in the throat. I've got my
mouth open wide following the stream. I hope I'm making a show of myself. I
hope Antonio recognizes me.

He stopped pissing. He's looking at me. Ha...he looks a bit stunned. I've
got a pissing drinking grin on my face. Ha!

"Antonio...give us some more," I say.

"Well, fuck me," he says squinting his eyes as he looks at me.

He moves to the edge of the podium. He's on his knees now and he's using
two hands to lift his monster cock to my face. Fuck yeah, I open my mouth
and look at him in the eyes.  He's smiling as his hot urine fills my
mouth. The towel around my shoulder is wet now.

"Drink daddy's piss like a good slut" says someone in my ear. The stranger
fingers my arse as I gargle loudly and swallow as much of Antonio's juice
as I can.

Fuck this is sweet piss. Sweet as honey. Christ, I might get addicted to
this easily.

Antonio stops pissing. He sits on the edge of the podium and I move between
his legs.  He's got a big devilish grin on his face.

He reaches his hand out and strokes my face.

"Well Chester. What a coincidence," he says.

I'm pleased...he seems genuinely happy to see me.

"Not much of a coincidence, Antonio, I followed you here tonight," I say.

There are at least two pairs of hands now feeling my ass up and down from
behind and I feel a warm hairy belly at my back and a cock rubbing against
my piss wet arse.

"You want this, I think," he says as he waves his cock near my lips.

"Fuck, yeah....I saw you in the shower at the gym. I saw you. I saw this
thing and I was hooked," I'm smiling like my dreams have just come true.

"So you like older men?" he asks. "You know I'm probably old enough to be
your grandfather. Would you like that, Chester? Do you want me to be your
grandpa?"

"You want grandpa's cock, don't ya, Chester," says a voice in my ear.

I turn my head. It's fucking Mickey from the gym. I had forgotten he'd be
here.

"Is that right, Chester?" asks Antonio. "Do you want grandpa's cock?"

"Fuck yeah. I want grandpa's cock," I'm so happy right now I'll say
anything.

Mickey's rubbing my nipples now as his cock his probing the outside of my
hole. I'm so fucking horny I might cum.

"Grandpa has nice big balls too, Chester, Don't you think? And a nice arse
and hole to explore," Mickey says.

Antonio is squeezing out his long cock as he looks me in the eyes. This is
so fucking lewd and sleazy. I've died and gone to heaven.

But we've got company. A couple of guys my age are trying to move in and
start touching Antonio.

"We're off to the bar, boys. Come on, Chester. Let's grab a pint and chat
before we continue our night of lust," Antonio says as he slips off the
podium.  He puts in hands on my shoulders as he descends. He's looking at
me in the eyes. He goes down on his knees, takes my cock out of the
jockstrap and puts it in his mouth. He's sucking out the precum that's been
dripping from my foreskin.

"Tastes as sweet as you are," he says as he stands up. He brings his mouth
to mine and we kiss sloppily, hungrily.

"Oi! I want some," says Mickey plaintively.

Antonio pulls back and laughs.

"Let's get that pint first," he says.

We walk out of the cock and piss smelling room, Antonio with his arm around
my shoulder and Mickey playing with my arse.


(part two coming soon)