An Old Dog Learns Some New Tricks

He had been fucking me for about 2 hours with no sign of letting up. He’d cum almost as soon as he’d pushed his swollen cock into my unlubricated arsehole, tight as a drum, making me cry out in pain. Knowing I wanted it he took no notice, went harder if anything, and flooded my passage after just a few strong thrusts.

The look on my face must have shown disappointment. He laughed and let his sloppy dick slip from my tortured hole, a flood of thick jizz oozing with it before he rammed it back in bush deep, making me gasp at the assault. 

“That was just to open you up.” 

He grunted, a kind of laugh, a man of few words.

I’d seen him in the park a number of times, walking his two beautiful stag hounds. His age was indeterminate, anything from 30 to late 40s I guessed. Tall and thick-set, a muscular body going to fat, but in a good way. Large hands, powerful legs. The hounds knew who was in control and walked obediently by his side. 

Dark glasses kept his eyes a mystery, dark stubble softened his strong features, and a well trimmed black moustache made me wonder what it would feel like against my lips. Did he ever smile? We always nodded our heads in silent greeting as we passed, but never a word.

Then today as we were both passing the toilet block he asked if I’d hold the dogs while he went in for a piss. No worries, although I’d rather have gone in with him. I imagined his strong piss-stream as we waited patiently, the dogs intent on the door waiting for his return. My cock stirred in my shorts, thinking of the scenario.

From there it didn’t take long to start a conversation once he came back, wiping his hands on his jeans; piss or water? My cock twitched again, which he noticed this time. Would I like to come back to his place for a beer? That sort of thing. The day was hot, why not?

I’d walked to the park from my place but he had his ute in the carpark and we ambled over to it, the dogs well drilled leaping into the back. He lived just a short distance from town and I found myself in the cool of his comfortably rustic living room in no time at all, enjoying the strangeness of the situation while he went to fetch those beers.

When he came back he was naked, save for the two beers, and his cock was ramrod stiff and dripping. His large balls hung pendulously, swinging with each step, furry like a wolf. His body was a mass of jet black hair, chest, stomach, pits, his pubes a forest flowing down his thighs and covering his legs. He handed me my beer and I cupped his heavy sack in my hand, unable to resist the offer, while I took a swig from the bottle.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked, his face a few centimetres from mine. I could feel his heat, smell his sex, my hand travelling up his hot fleshy shaft, sliding the generous foreskin back and forth over the moist leaking head,

“Its been a while” I replied, unbuttoning my shirt and removing my clothing as we stood breathing each other’s desire.

He stepped back and surveyed my nakedness, making me uncharacteristically self-conscious. My 65 year old body had seen better days, slight paunch, flabbier than my thin-as-a-rake younger days, but not bad considering; or so I told myself.

He ran his powerful hands over my chest and stomach before grabbing my hard dick, tugging on it almost violently. I gasped but tried not to flinch as he moved on to my balls, stretching them until I thought they might break away. He laughed softly, his sardonic smile telling me that he recognised the lengths he could go with me.

Sitting down on a nearby chair he grabbed my wrists and drew me towards him, making me straddle his legs and sit on his lap facing him. His arms circled me and his hands ran down my back and between my buttocks, determinedly searching for my hole through the tangle of butt hair. I gasped as his search was successful, a thick finger pushing against my anus, forcing its way in despite my squirming, or maybe because of it.

“Tight” he muttered, his finger stretching my ring painfully as it probed further, my sweat the only lubricant to ease the way. “I’m going to fuck you now old man.”

“Okay,” I breathed into his ear, “but be careful.” I was apprehensive, but that finger in my arse was beginning to feel good, and the sight of his tumescent cock standing rock hard between us sapped me of whatever caution I might have harboured.

Spitting on his fingers he rubbed his saliva all over my puckering hole, pushing hard into my passage before withdrawing and grabbing my hips, raising me slightly before lowering my spread cheeks onto his pole. 

Holding his slimey cock he smeared my hole with his leaking precum (in lieu of lubricant) before pushing his fat knob in, ignoring any resistance as he stormed past my sphincter and planted himself deep in my gut. I grunted, almost crying out as I pushed my face into his shoulder and inhaled his heady man scent, the power of it turning the pain into something else.

He pushed into me harder until I could feel the wiry tangle of his bush against my balls. My own cock had gone flaccid as my body absorbed the shock of the invasion, but now it stirred and began to stiffen as his dick found that special transformative spot deep within. He knew he was there, and with a few powerful thrusts I felt his thick ejaculation flood my passage, a deep grunt the only manifestation he gave of pleasure.

I found out quickly enough that this orgasm was by way of introduction, “opening me up” as he’d said, before really getting to work. He was staring into my eyes as I felt his spurts subside, and I leant forward to kiss him, which he allowed. He tasted of tobacco and smoke and strong drink and sex. Our tongues locked, his moustache brushing my face, filling my nostrils with sweat and testosterone which he exuded from every pore.

His cock remained buried deep inside, still hard and pulsing. He moved it around more gently now, letting me know that he wasn’t finished with me yet. After a few minutes he shifted under my weight and I felt his root slide out with a slurping noise, watching as a pool of thick opaque cream appeared under my balls and pooled between his legs. He scooped it up and smeared it over my now hard cock, pulling back my foreskin to massage it over my purple swollen crown.

And we were off.

He fucked me on the kitchen table, he fucked me over the back of the sofa, he fucked me doggy-style on the floor, he fucked me on his front porch, he fucked me on his back porch, he fucked me under an old gum tree, he fucked me hanging out of a window, he fucked me on the back of his ute, he fucked me every which way and then some. We lost track of time, and I lost track of how many orgasms he’d had, mostly inside my arse but some over my face, others over my cock, and some just all over. 

Finally he took me out the back and into the green privacy of an old spreading willow tree where he stood in front of me and let loose a torrent of piss from his semi-erect penis, splashing my legs and cock with his pungent stream. I laughed and let loose a stream of my own, crossing swords with his, drenching his legs and cock, enjoying the sense of release.

The sun was starting to disappear as our piss streams trickled to a halt. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my back. Raising my legs he entered me (yet again!) while grabbing my straining cock and pumping it in a way I knew meant business. How I hadn’t cum before this I couldn’t imagine; he was a master of taking you to the edge and then suspending you over the precipice in the most exquisite agony.

This time there was no precipice or agony as my legs rested on his shoulders and he pushed deep inside me, his cock now fully hard again. With one hand he was pulling my swollen dick, with the other he was stretching my ball sack to the point of pain. I couldn’t hold off any longer. A moan turned into a wail as my longed-for orgasm churned through my body and exploded in thick ropes of cum which he aimed at his own body, catching some in his mouth, letting others cover his face and chest. 

I was still cumming when I felt his cock slide from my hole. I watched as it began spurting its rich thick cream all over me, independent of his hands which were gainfully occupied elsewhere. Where it all came from I had no idea but I was soon awash in his jizz, never more happy than when he scooped up a handful and held it to my lips, smiling approvingly as I sucked on his fingers and consumed it all. His semen was thick and pungent and tasted like smokey vanilla.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as my orgasm slowly subsided. He read the signs, his hand holding my spent cock more gently, allowing me to move it through its final spasms. He continued to hold my balls, cradling them like overripe fruit while his middle finger found my sloppy hole and tenderly massaged it like a wound in need of healing.

I could have lain there forever, looking up at him in the deepening twilight. I think he was smiling, but that was probably just my imagination. We were both breathing heavily and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy his surprisingly tender attentions. Finally he lurched to his feet and held out his hands to help me up, brushing the leaves and grit that had glued themselves onto my back. 

“You’ll stay the night.” 

Was it a question or statement of fact? He knew the answer as well as I did, and once we were back in the house and he’d settled the dogs for the evening, he went about preparing a simple meal which we both devoured. He didn’t clean himself up or get dressed and wouldn’t allow me to either. 

As the night settled over us he led me to his bedroom, almost empty save for a large comfortable looking bed and a beautiful chest of drawers. Pulling back the covers he lay down and motioned me to follow, which I did like an obedient old dog. 

Putting his arms around me we settled down in comfortable silence. The smell of sweat and spunk and piss filling my senses as sleep began to descend, his arms strong around me, his breath on the back of my neck close and warm. 

As I slowly drifted off I felt his cock push against my arsehole, and wondered how many more times he’d fuck me before the dawn.