Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 19:40:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Luke Hanson <hansonfuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Old Man is Tight

This story is a work of fiction intended for an adult
and open-minded readership. It contains highly
explicit sexual content between a senior citizen and a
Teenage Boy. If the idea of that offends you or turns
you off, then turn back NOW.

The Old Man is So Tight

I glanced impatiently out of the window as the green
fields scurried past. I was sitting in one of those
ancient trains that shook violently from side to side
as they raced along the tracks, probably the first
electric train ever made.

As the green fields fazed out and the houses began to
come in view, a sense of familiarity struck, twelve
years, yet everything seemed the same. I was returning
to my hometown, the pile of crap where I was born, and
lived until I was eight. Last year when I moved to
university, my parents made one of the drastic
mid-life crisis decisions of moving back to their
'real home' as my mother so excitedly put it.  So they
went and bought exactly the same house... I didn't
share their excitement of course, I mean, if you saw
the place you'd want to run a mile, but then I was
probably never going to move back home anyway.

As I walked up the familiar garden path, I got an
anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach; all the
windows were dark. I knocked on the front door,
impatiently trying not to think the obvious. I hadn't
told my parents that I'd be coming, I had thought that
a surprise would bring the much-needed excitement in
their life, but now I was getting the sinking feeling,
they weren't home!!

My knocking was growing more frantic by the minute as
I went through all my options in my head. I could book
myself into a B&B for the night and then head back
tomorrow morning. Or I could go back maybe hang around
for a while and maybe, just maybe my parents will
return shortly? 

"Can I help?" the sound interrupted my thoughts as I
looked up to see who it was. Standing on the other
side of the fence was a man of maybe sixty or
sixty-five, he was looking at me curiously.

"Umm, I'm looking for..." I started 

"They're out for the night, my lad" the man said
dismissively

Duh! I thought to myself, I had worked that out
anyway. I thanked him and started walking away when he
called out again, I turned around. "Who are you?" he
asked

"I'm their son," I said

His eyes lit up, as he practically yelped. I looked at
him, confused. "You're Jack?" he asked. I nodded;
thinking maybe my parents had talked about me with the
old man. "Good to see you, look how you've grown" he
said, excitedly. I smiled hesitantly and he understood
that I had no idea who on earth he was. "I'm Harry" he
said, like that was the answer to the mysterious of
the universe.
"I don't know you," I said dumbly
"When you were a kid, you used to throw mud through
the post-box" he said, smiling pleasantly. Suddenly it
clicked, of course Mr McLean; he was still living
here? 
----
A few minutes later I was sitting in Mr McLean's
kitchen, gulping a chilled can of Dr Pepper. The
weather was hot as hell, and all that worrying I had
done on the door step had got me all worked up. I was
starting to feel refreshed. Mr McLean was only wearing
a pair of shorts, for a man of 65 he had very little
flab on his body, in fact he was surprisingly
muscular. His chest was covered in greying hair, and I
mean covered, I shot a glance at his legs, both his
calves and thighs were real hairy too, I felt a stir
in my pants and quickly focussed on other things. As
you will have guessed I'm really into older hairy men,
they really turn me on.
"Do you have idea when they'll be back?" I asked,
trying not to think about the way his huge nipples
were surrounded by masses of hair.
"I remember your dad saying they'll be back by the
weekend, so they should be back tomorrow, son" 
"Damn" I said, I was worried about finding a place to
stay
"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked, reading my
mind. I shook my head. "You can stay here in the spare
room" he offered
I accepted this generous offer, but not for the reason
you think, I needed a place to stay!

The spare bedroom was exactly that, spare. It had a
single bed in the centre of the room and nothing more.
But I knew I should be grateful to the old geezer for
letting me stay. I wasn't really tired but there
wasn't much else to do, so I began undressing for bed,
I slipped out of my T-shirt and pulled my shorts off,
my boxers were clinging to me with sweat, it was so
hot, I thought of taking them off too, but decided
against it.

I lifted the thin cotton sheet and discovered that
there was no pillow. I looked around the room
aimlessly, but of course there was nothing else but a
bed in the whole room. I thought of asking Mr McLean
for a spare pillow, but he had been in his room for
around half an hour, surely men his age fell asleep
instantly? I couldn't wake him up. But I couldn't
sleep without a pillow either. So I decided to try my
luck
I knocked on the door to the main bedroom very
lightly, as if I was I was scared of waking him, when
really if that's what it took then that's what I would
have done.
"Come in" the reply was instant, so I guess he was
awake. I crept in and told him about the pillow. He
got out of bed to grab a spare pillow for me. As he
flung the sheets off, my eyes widened with shock, he
was stark naked. I looked down his body and realised
that he was one hot hairy hunk, even his nuts were
covered in sweaty hair, his soft cock was around 5". I
imagined if his crack was just as hairy, it had to
be... My cock was getting real hard, it was almost
poking out through my thin boxers, I tried to hide my
obvious excitement as he threw a pillow at me and told
me to sleep tight. I got out of the room as quicker
than you can say 'hot hairy hunk!'

Back in the 'spare' room, my erection was actually
throbbing. I pulled my boxers off and lay on top of
the bed, with my legs slightly spread. I ran a hand
down my smooth chest and flat stomach, it felt good, I
was so overcome with lust, grabbing my cock I began
jerking it real slow, all the while imaging myself
licking my way through the forest on Mr McLean's
chest. Before long I was spewing a fresh creamy load
all over the black cotton sheets covering the bed. 

I woke up really early the next morning, rubbing my
eyes for a moment I had no idea where on earth I was,
then I saw the cum-soaked sheet between my legs and it
all came back. I forced myself to get up and take a
shower, my early morning erection soon subsided,
thankfully. I headed downstairs after, thinking Mr
McLean would still be asleep, bit afraid not, he was
sitting on the table with a bowl of cereal, worse, he
was only wearing shorts again and that hot hairy body
was starting to make me hard again.

We greeted each other and he told me to have some
breakfast, as I got down to eating he suddenly stood
up and told me he was going to do the washing. Which
meant he was going to get the bed covers that I had so
lustfully soaked the previous nights. At first I
didn't realise what this meant, then it suddenly
struck and I was horrified, what if he realises? Of
course he will I came a bucket load too. I quietly
went upstairs thinking maybe I could beat him to it.

As I tip toed over to the spare room, I noticed the
door was wide open. Shit! I thought, he was already in
there. As I stepped a little closer, I saw something
that was definitely not what I expected. Mr McLean was
sitting on the bed, with the cum-soaked cover in his
mouth, his hand was inside the waistband of his
shorts, and his eyes were closed. He was jerking off
with my dried up cum in his mouth, wow!

He suddenly yanked his eyes open, as if he sensed me
there. He looked right at me, but instead of feeling
embarrassed or angry, he simply continued, he pulled
his cockhead out of his shorts, I could see the precum
glistening on the tip. My cock was as expected
stretching my shorts, he kept his eyes fixed on me, my
mouth was drying up, I licked my lips desperately just
as Mr McLean stood up, his shorts fell to the floor
and he stepped out of them. His cock must have been 9"
it was huge, the hair all over his body was matted
down with the sweat. He lowered his hand back onto his
cock, stroking the full length, his loose hanging
balls moved back and forth, with his spare hand he
began scratching his hairy stomach.

He moved his gaze down to the tent in my shorts, there
was a huge wet spot on the outside, he walked over to
where I was rooted, his hand was caressing his cock
all the while. As he came and stood in front of me, I
reached out and took his nuts in my hand, I massaged
them with awe, focussing all of my attention on the
two hairy balls. 

Then he got down on his knees, leaning forward he
began licking my cockhead through my shorts, making
the wet spot even wetter, his hot breath was making me
stiffer still, he ran his hand up the back of my legs.
I looked down at him, the view was hot, I saw past his
broad shoulders down his muscular back, his hairy ass
was sticking out, with his equally hairy calves spread
out beneath.

He began to pull my shorts down inch by inch, as my
pubic hair came into view, I felt his wet tongue slide
over it, my cock poked against his throat as his hands
cupped my butt cheeks. I was moaning with some
urgency, yet he continued to linger. Finally he pulled
my shorts all the way down, exposing my throbbing 7"
cut prick. He slid his tongue up the underside of my
shaft and wrapped it around the head, sucking
vigorously. Fuck! For a 65-yr. old dude he sure could
suck! He swallowed more and more of my cock, deeper
into his hungry mouth. I was finding it hard to hold
back as his hand grabbed my nuts, he squeezed them
tight while his head bobbed up and down my prick. I
began fucking his face furiously, I was going wild...
I grabbed his head firmly in my hands pounded my cock
into his mouth. He must have realised I was getting
close, cos. I felt his middle finger brush against my
hole. That was it for me, I felt myself tense up and
one final thrust and my crotch was pressed against his
face, my cock spewing deep down his throat, and he was
swallowing it!

He pulled away, a few drops of cum spilling out of his
mouth, my knees were weak I walked over to the bed and
lay down. Watching him, as he stood up, his cock still
fully erect, he was sweating even worse now, he walked
over to the bed and climbed up, my soft cock stirred
ever so slightly but didn't come back to life. I kept
my eyes glued to his cock as he moved one leg over my
body and kinda 'hung' himself above my face. I stuck
out my tongue and lapped at his hairy nuts, the sweat
had practically stuck the hairs together, I licked
both his loose-hanging nuts eagerly, my hand reached
up and caressed his thighs, the precum from his cock
was dripping onto my face, he wasn't touching his cock
at all. I started to lick my way up onto his shaft but
he pulled away, he rolled on to his back and lay down,
he spread his legs wide and began caressing his man
nipples, grinding his fingers through all that hair.

I sat up and moved between his legs, my hands stroked
their way up his inner thighs as I kissed the tip of
his leaking cock. It throbbed and grew, I held it firm
at the base and began sucking it. As I developed a
steady rhythm I felt his legs clasp around my back, I
reached out and began playing with his nips as my
mouth worked on his cock. The mixed scent of his sweat
and my saliva was making me hard again, he must have
felt my dick poke his thighs because he spread his
legs wider. I knew then that I would be inside him in
no time. This urged me to suck him faster, I played
with his nuts as my mouth swallowed his cock.
"Im gonna... cu..um!" he whispered, I slid his cock
out of my mouth and began jerking it furiously, he
groaned loudly and began to shoot, his cock exploded
in my hand and the cum landed all over.

When he stopped shooting, I licked his cock clean, he
was breathing like a maniac, he seemed exhausted, but
the old fucker had got me hard again...I lifted his
legs over my shoulder and moved my face closer to his
ass, I stuck out my tongue and slid it through the
sweaty hairy crack, the scent drove me wild, I
continued licking him here for ages. He wasn't even
moving, it was like he was totally gone. I brushed my
tongue against his hole a few times and then slid the
tip of it in, he let out a gasp and a soft moan as my
tongue worked in and out, eating him. I had his crack
and butthole completely soaked now, my tongue slid in
all the way with ease.

I moved up and pointed my cockhead towards his
butthole, I pressed against him and the tip of my cock
slid in, he cried out, screwing his face. I grabbed
hold of his leg, licking his inner thigh as I slid in
further, I ignored his cries until I was completely
inside him, my sweaty nuts pressing hard against his
butt. I looked at the sweat glistening on his
forehead, he was slowly adjusting to me... after a few
moments I began penetrating him, I instantly hit the
right spot, he was suddenly moaning in delight, his
cock coming to life.

I fucked him nice and slow, didn't wanna hurt the old
fellow. He had his eyes shut tight, the hair on his
chest was matted down with sweat, I leaned forward and
sought his hard nipple through all that hair, as my
tongue swirled around his nipple he grabbed the back
of my neck and pressed my face down, I bit his nipple
and he growled, my cock was slowly sliding in and out
of his manhole, I was struggling to breathe, his
sweaty chest was suffocating me. I rammed into him
hard and it hurt him, he let go of my neck and fucked
him hard.

He opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and
his mouth was open, moaning like a baby. I was getting
closer, my balls were tight in my hairless sac, and my
body was trembling as I fucked his hairy old ass raw.
Suddenly my cock exploded inside him, I could feel
each stream of cum snoot deep inside him. I looked
down and saw the cream leak out of his hole, as my
cock softened I pulled out and a whole load of cum
spilled with it. 

I was getting dressed like a madman, suddenly it all
seemed too wrong, he was lying on his back, still
breathing like he was having an attack, his cock was
surprisingly semi-erect, I saw the cum stuck to his
butt cheeks. The reason I felt so bad was even though
id fantasized about hairy older men, id never had any.
It seemed to perverted to me. I knew he wanted it and
all, but ... I just felt funny.

Once I'd dressed I was on my way out. He called out my
name, I turned to face him and he was stroking. Fuck!
I thought does he ever stop, he reached down and
flicked his finger over my cum stuck to his hairy
butt, it was the cum that had been inside his ass a
moment ago, he took his cum-covered finger and licked
it, I felt my cock stir, I know I'm a horny fucker.
The feeling of guilt was long gone especially when he
said "cum back tonight, son"

The End