David Curry was fuming. He’d been called out last minute to do a house visit for an old guy on Tugmore Terrace which was the other side of the city from where he would usually cover. He lived to help people. He wouldn’t be a district nurse if that wasn’t the case. But he resented having to go out of his way because his colleague Martha had called in sick just so she could spend the day trying to get tickets to see Taylor fucking Swift! If it had been Bruce Springsteen or even Oasis David might have forgiven her. But Taylor Swift?
He tried to shake off his ire as he drove across town to the home of Harry Bloom. Sixty-eight, injured in an accident in the local park, laid up with a broken foot and in need of his dressing changed. It seemed pretty straightforward. He looked at his reflection in the rear-view mirror. Stubbled, chunky, handsome with twinkly blue eyes, David had the kind of lips made for kissing, constantly puckered to the point where people asked him if he’d had them done. He hadn’t, but he had to admit they came in handy for other activities. He fixed his messy brown hair as he drove. He always believed you should make an effort when going to someone’s home – even though plenty of the people he visited didn’t afford him the same courtesy.
Nearing Tugmore Terrace he found himself hoping Harry Bloom wasn’t a smelly one, or a hoarder, or a crazy cat man stinking of litter trays and piss. He was full of compassion and respect for the elderly and infirm – but there was only so much his sense of smell could take. The terraced street was your run of the mill leftie liberal Guardian-reading road. It was middle of the afternoon so not many cars parked – everyone out at work. The only signs of life were a window cleaner up a ladder and what appeared to be a postman coming out of a house fixing his trousers. David laughed to himself as he pondered what the story could possibly be there… but there was a job to be done.
Approaching number 74, he noticed some pretty impressive tomato plants adorning the step, filling the air with a scent that took him right back to his grandparents’ garden when he was a kid. They were well kept, as was the paintwork, the windows were spotless too. So far so promising! He rang the doorbell and waited a minute, checking his Grindr absent-mindedly. ‘GLORYHOLE NOW’ was mere feet away. On this quiet street?! Before he had time to ponder who it could be, the door opened and he met Harry Bloom.
“Oh. I was expecting the woman!”
When David saw Harry, he wanted to respond with “And I was expecting a frail scruffy old Yoda, not a fucking porn star!” but he held on to his tongue and made do with “Ah, Martha’s sick mate, you’re stuck with me today.”
Harry was six foot three, built like a wrestler, with a slightly craggy but handsome broad face, a very well-manicured white beard and inquisitive green eyes. He wore a red and black check dressing gown, tied at the waist with tufts of white chest hair on show.
“It’s a waste of time any of you coming,” he grouched. “I can do it myself, I’m not an invalid.”
“Yeah I can see that!”
Harry’s eyes narrowed at that and David laughed. “I mean, you got to the front door so quick! Oh well I’m here now, you might as well let me do what I do best!”
“Oh yeah?” Harry asked. “What’s that?”
His tone felt loaded with suggestion, but David put it from his mind. He was imagining things because dear old Harry was actually a bit of a snack. David was married to Warren, a chunky bus driver with a fat dick and the knack for cooking a cracking meal. He had no complaints. But his sweet spot – his Achilles heel – were big strapping daddies. It wasn’t often he came across them in his line of work so Harry had put him on the back foot.
As Harry showed him in, David found the place smelled of pipe smoke and leather. Something in the scent stirred David’s juices as he followed Harry into a cosy dark living room. He couldn’t help but notice the sway of Harry’s big ass under that dressing gown, the cotton falling between his cheeks suggesting Harry might be naked underneath the robe. David tried to shake the inappropriate thought off as he looked around the living room at leather furniture, cool black and white framed photographs of men in leather, and on the massive TV screen Harry had paused a film he was watching that had a handsome older guy in the middle of a sweaty fight scene, holding another hot guy in a headlock.
“I was admiring your tomato plants!” he said, feeling strangely nervous as Harry stood over him, arms folded.
“Off the allotment,” Harry said. “I’d usually be up there on a day like today.”
“Green fingered ey? Is that where you had your fall? On the allotment?”
“Not exactly,” Harry said with a smirk. “It was outdoors but it wasn’t there.”
“You must hate being cooped up like this if you’re used to getting out and about.”
“Not half!” Harry responded. “There’s only so many wanks a man can have.”
If David had had a drink in his mouth he’d have spat it out at that point. Harry just smirked, lowering himself down on to his leather recliner. He slowly lifted the afflicted foot to rest it on a footstool, his robe gaping a little between his thick hairy tree trunk legs. David did his level best to avoid looking in the direction of Harry’s crotch as he started to unpack his supplies.
“You replacing Martha permanently then?”
“Oh no I’m sure she’ll be back in a few days, don’t you worry.”
“Wasn’t worried,” Harry laughed. “She’s a pain in the arse. You know. Women.”
David was used to some of the outdated attitudes of his patients so just smiled and nodded in a non-committal manner. Martha was a royal pain but it was nothing to do with her being a woman. As he started to look at the dressing, Harry stretched, spreading his legs slightly.
“Prefer a feller anyway,” Harry continued. “Always did.”
“Well it’s your lucky day today!” David was trying to keep it light and jovial.
“Good lad,” Harry said, and something in his tone, and the words he used, sent an electric shock straight to David’s crotch.
“Just you here then?” David asked.
“At the minute yeah,” Harry replied. “Broke up with him a while back.”
Him. HIM. He was letting David know in no uncertain terms what side he was on.
“Ah that’s a shame.”
“No it’s not, he was a cunt.”
David sniggered, surprised as he looked up at a smiling Harry who was filling a pipe.
“Mind if I smoke, lad?”
“Course not.”
“Good job, it’s my house!”
“You’re the boss.”
David glanced up at Harry’s face to see him arch an eyebrow in response to that. Awkward, he busied himself. Harry’s feet were well cared for just like the rest of him. This was a man who looked after himself in every way. Apart from all the tobacco consumption, of course. And the broken bone…
“So how did you manage the break?”
“I was out in the woods down the road. You know. By the river?”
“Oh yeah? By the prom?”
“That’s the ones. You been?”
It couldn’t have been more loaded. Harry was referring to Otterswood Park, a sprawling old wooded area down the road from Tugmore Terrace that had been known for its gay cruising for decades. Truth be told, David had been years ago. A nervous teenager, he’d gone with a mate and had his first blow job from a much older guy whilst leaning shaky-legged against a tree. The dirty old fucker had sucked David so hard he nearly lost his soul to the guy’s throat. His cock twinged at the memory.
“Long time ago,” David said.
“Right yeah. Well it’s so close, it’s a shame for me not to use it, right?”
“Yeah gotta get that vitamin D, Harry.”
“All about the D, sunshine,” Harry growled before puffing on his pipe.
He spread his legs slightly more. David’s eyes travelled up his hairy calf to his succulent thigh, into the shadows that waited between his legs. The robe just covered him, put something twitched beneath it. David looked away. Harry’s eyes were fixed on him the whole time.
“But yeah I was down there with a friend. I say friend. It was the first time I’d met him in person. Lots of chat online but we’d only just managed to get together for a… a chat in the flesh.”
“Love a good chat.”
“Well to be fair he didn’t do much talking. His mouth was full most the time.”
“Oh was it a picnic?”
Harry burst out laughing, coughing a cloud of pipe smoke into the air. David looked up, trying to appear clueless and innocent, but he couldn’t help reflecting that smile right back at Harry.
“Yes. That’s exactly what it was. My friend was struggling with some scotch eggs.”
“Fuck off Harry.”
David burst out laughing. Harry’s deep and guttural laugh rang out as he shifted forward in his seat, lifting the other leg so the robe drifted up further.
“He looked a bit like you actually. Stocky, hairy, handsome. Eager to please.”
“You think I’m eager to please?”
“On your knees aren’t you?”
A heavy silence hung in the air, one pregnant with possibilities.
“He did please me I must say. He told me he had no gag reflex so I thought I’d put it to the test. He failed. Poor lad. But he did his best and he got rewarded. But just as he was wiping his face and his jacket… and his shorts… we heard it.”
“Heard what?”
“Some little scally fucker shouting ‘faggots’ at us through the trees. Gang of them on bikes, coming right at us.”
David stopped what he was doing, his mood shifting immediately. He looked up at Harry in concern, reading his face to see if he was pulling his leg. But Harry’s face was deadly serious, his eyes lost in a mix of anger and sadness.
“Oh we got away. But I decided it was a good idea to jump a fence. In my sixties. Smart arse, ey. Came down with a right crack.”
“Shit mate, that’s awful,” David sighed. “Why the fuck have people gotta do this shit to us?”
“Because we’re always gonna be unwanted guests at their party, sunshine,” Harry responded. “But I’ve dealt with worse than them in my time. They don’t get me down. They make me more determined to get up.”
“I like that.”
“Shine brighter. Laugh louder. Get harder.”
With that Harry flicked the hem of his robe to the side and David’s mouth fell agape at what he saw. A seriously thick lump of daddy meat was hard as a rock, stretching nine inches to the side of his stomach. Beneath it sat two of the fattest hairiest balls David had ever seen. They glistened with sweat, the trench of hair beneath them radiating an intoxicating smell that mingled with the smell of his tobacco pipe and the leather of the recliner.
“Harry, you should put that away.”
“See the thing is… I’d normally get down there once every couple of days and get some boy to worship this thing. Either trying to get it all in their mouth or inside their tight little shit box.”
His filthy words were making David start to leak in his pants.
“But with that stupid foot the way it is I’m having to rely on this…”
He held up his right hand.
“And that.”
With his left hand he grabbed the remote on the arm of the recliner, pressed a button and suddenly the TV sprang into action. The room was filled with the sound of moans as David turned to see the porno Harry had paused was coming back to life. A daddy fucking a younger guy hard over the side of a tractor.
“And the truth is, nothing hits the spot like a hot wet mouth and a pair of beautiful lips that were made to be sucking!”
He gripped his shaft and shook his bell end, squeezing out a blob of precum that started to edge its way down the thick vein on the underside of his thick monster. David was transfixed, using all of his restraint not to lunge in and lick the leakage up. Harry started to rub the precum over his bulbous head, making it slick as he slowly wanked inches from David’s face.
“Smell that? I’ve been playing all morning.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah lad. If you really wanna make yourself useful and help out a poor old man in need you could show me what those lips feel like.”
“Mate I’d get sacked.”
“As if I’m gonna complain. Come on. Be a good lad.”
There were those words again. “Good lad.” David edged forward until his lips were an inch or two from the shaft. He could smell the musk of those fat daddy bollocks that had been sat in their ball soup all morning, leaking their juice down into his hairy gooch. Harry slowly pushed the tip forward until it rested on David’s lips. He squeezed his bell end again until more precum oozed out and glossed the nurse’s puckered lips.
Harry moaned softly as he rubbed his wet spongey head back and forth across David’s mouth, his piercing eyes burning holes into David’s the whole time. The grunting fucking noises coming from the TV mixed with the smells coming from Harry’s big dad dong blended with the aroma of his tobacco pipe to heady effect. David felt a little dizzy, reaching into his own trousers to unleash his free flowing cock, by now stringy with excitement.
“Put it in your mouth lad.”
David nodded, gurgled like a baby waiting to be fed its milk, and stretched his thick lips around the spongey head, digging his tongue under the rolled back foreskin to scoop out the juice that had been waiting there for the best part of the morning. The salty filth made his tongue tingle as he nursed the oozing mushroom for a moment before slowly sliding his wet mouth down the pole. The musk of Harry’s bush beckoned him closer, and he followed his nose with no regard for his poor throat as he engulfed the throbbing fat tool with everything he had.
Harry threw his head back in pleasure as David showed off his skills, driving that cock way past his tonsils and down into his deep throat. The aromatic wiry hairs tickled his nose as he reached the base, his tongue just managing to lap at the balls. He relaxed his gag reflex so once the cock was embedded in his gullet Harry could use his throat like a fleshlight. David bounced his head up and down, twisting it around the shaft, encouraging Harry to use him. Harry took the cue, grabbed his ears and started to thrust.
“Yes boy, swallow daddy’s bone!”
It was all David could do not to blow his wad on the floor there and then but he held back, letting Harry skull fuck him. Harry railed his throat for what felt like an hour, David in a state of trance as he gave way to the piston-fucking and allowed his face to be used. His eyes streamed, his throat squelched around the invading cock, going deeper into a state of subservient bliss each time Harry called him his good boy. But then as he seemed to be nearing climax Harry stopped, releasing a gasping choking David who sat back, slobbering all over his clothes, eyes wet and red.
Harry looked him over with lust and pride, the mess he’d made was another string to his bow. Then he hoisted his free leg up.
“Suck my nuts boy.”
David dived straight in, his nose going deep into the two fat eggs that sat encased in that leathery skin. He savoured the stink of those dad balls as Harry sat back and puffed on his pipe, blowing smoke down at his rigid cock and into David’s face. David slobbered all over the balls, spitting, slurping, making it good and messy for Harry. The whole time Harry watched him approvingly, occasionally grabbing his prick and tapping it on David’s forehead as he went to work. He lifted the sack and drove his snout underneath, feasting on the hairy undercarriage that held a whole night’s worth of dad stink for him to savour. David’s right hand stroked up and down his own pole, each squeeze pouring more of his juices on to Harry’s wooden floor, and then he scooped up his pre and rubbed it all over Harry’s balls to add to the sticky meal he was devouring like it was his last. Harry pushed his cock further down towards David’s lapping tongue until David took the hint and engulfed it once more.
Gripping the shaft at the base, David went to town on the cock. His throat now used to the size of it, he picked up the pace, turbo tonguing the bell end as he went up and down, up and down, burying the cock all the way before shaking his head from side to side and growling to vibrate against the bell end.
“Yessss boy, you’re gonna make me blow!”
David groaned in pleasure, edging towards his own point of no return at the mere thought of those fat dad ‘nads emptying their batter down into his gut. He sucked harder and faster, pumping his own rod now so wet it sounded like he was fucking a pound of melted butter. The room stunk of cock, balls and tobacco as Harry locked in for the final climb up that hill he had conquered so many times before. But something was special now – David fitted his cock so well he knew he’d want it again, maybe even to bust open that fat hairy arse he knew was hidden in his trousers. The mere thought of David’s hole sent Harry off the cliff, and he grabbed the lad’s head and held it still as his balls start to spew that creamy lava directly down his throat. David spluttered, taking so much cum it started to fly out of his nostrils. His eyes bulged as Harry flooded him with sticky white batter, and before he knew it David was exploding his semen all over the floor. Harry growled loud enough to shake the windows, completely owning David’s mouth as he thrust one last spurt down his eager willing throat.
David fell back, coughing as he wiped the cum from his nose. Harry groaned as he flicked off the last of his load, splattering David’s face, both of them buzzing and a little dazed from how fast and intense the whole thing was. Harry broke the silence when he looked down at his broken foot and laughed.
“There’s cum all over the dressing!”
David found himself laughing hysterically as he went about re-dressing it whilst his dick still dripped from what had just happened. Not much was said before he left, a mere thank you and a nod of approval from Harry. But as David rushed to his car to get on with the day’s visits, he had a message from Martha apologising for landing him in it. On the plus side she’d managed to get her Taylor Swift tickets. But David was only too happy to report that it was no trouble at all. Quite the opposite in fact. He just hoped she pulled another sickie next week…
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