“That twink has got his eye on you” said Eric, nodding over to a table near the river.
It was a hot Sunday afternoon, and I was in the bar’s beer garden with Eric and Nancy. We had drunk quite a few bottles, but we had all eaten big plates of steak and fries, so our stomachs were coping with the drink.
It was my Birthday.
I looked over. Sure, there was a tall blond lad with floppy hair and a loose blue striped shirt nursing a long glass of something clear. Soda? Vodka? I hoped it was vodka.
Nancy said he was a handsome lad. Had n’t she seen him before somewhere?
“You fancying young cock now Nancy? Eric too old to perform?” I asked.
I had clocked the lad earlier when we were halfway through our steaks and he had trailed past our table with a glance under his lashes. He had come in with an equally tall young guy, a dark one. I had been interested in the dark one to be honest. Liked the way his brown skin looked in the sunshine, but jeez the other one was hot too.
Eric was right. The twink was looking over at me as he played with the straws in his glass. He did that thing of tossing his hair out of the way. I wondered what he did when he was on his knees giving a guy a suck? Maybe the fall of golden hair caressed the swollen knob and got messed up in the pre-cum? Maybe the guy getting sucked pulled the lad’s hair back tight? I wanted to find out, wanted to pull his hair away from my sticky knob.
I watched him for too long and did not reply to Nancy when she asked if I was having the chocolate mousse too.
“He’s gone deaf with lust” she remarked.
The lad’s buddy looked over at me too. They exchanged words and he, as if to check me out, looked over again.
“Looks like you might be getting a threesome, Carl” said Nancy.
“I could be so lucky” I said, and we all laughed. “I could be their Dad. Or Uncle”
“Never stopped you before” said Eric and I tried to get him to stay quiet when Nancy asked what the story was.
Then the waitress brought them both tall glasses of ice-cream, like kids, and I watched them licking the bright red cherries and sticking their tongues out to catch the drips.
I saw vanilla ice cream running down their young smooth chins and I imagined it was my cum – except my cum was hotter and stickier and sweeter and saltier.
Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the excess of beer, maybe it was because it was my Birthday and I was lonesome, but I suddenly felt very horny. I knew if I had to stand up unexpectedly everyone in that beer garden would see the length of my 35 year old hard-on in my blue jeans. And all this over a young thin blond who likely did not have a hair on his body?
We had our chocolate mousse. I may have been a bit dramatic in my licking of the spoon, with a lot of suggestive tongue action, like I was exploring some young man’s knob or his hole. I had a feeling I was being watched.
“Lord, Carl” said Nancy “you sure enjoyed that. Your dish is cleaned out.”
“Well, it is my Birthday treat” I replied, lifting my eyes to take a peek at the twinks.
They were gone.
“Bad luck Carl” said Eric, slapping me on the back “no Birthday threesome for you, old man”
“Yup” I said “I will have to settle for a good old family dinner. Plenty of hot meat, plenty of hot sauce.”
We had to go then anyway, and Eric and Nancy went to pay, their treat, and I went to the Gents to take a leak. The dark one was at the urinal, his pants pulled well down, so any visitors got a good view of his ass. I left some space between us, hoping for a discreet look. Where was the blond?
I got my answer when one of the stall doors opened and out he came and stood in front of the sink, washing his hands.
I finished pissing the beer away, turned sideways, and took my time tucking away my dick, which was worth seeing, just in case he wanted a look, and then joined him at the sinks. The dark one had finished too and was on the other side of his pal at the sinks. They exchanged grins. The dark one nodded at me and went out.
I took a good look in the mirror. We shared glances. He nodded. In the mirrors we looked like opposites.
Him tall and blond and thin with flowing hair and a summery look - and me a good fifteen years older, a few inches shorter, and looking as if my style icon was Tom of Finland.
I had not shaved on my Birthday morning or the morning before, and had a moustache halfway across my face, dark hair was escaping at my open collar, and I was squeezed into a pair of blue jeans that were at least a size too tight. The rips at showed too much of my hairy legs. My hard-on of course had no place to hide.
“Enjoying the sunshine” he asked me in a voice which was unexpectedly deep, and maybe upper class.
“Sure” I replied “good day for a beer and a steak”
“And chocolate mousse” he said with a smirk.
“Sure” I replied “and cherries”
He grinned and looked younger and I liked him. To be honest I had been hoping his dark pal who would have lingered to speak. I had been peeking to see his big brown dick. I had hopes of a threesome in the woods.
“Hey, you got any smokes in those pockets?”
His eyes went down to my very tight jeans. Anything would show as large as life in those pockets, including my hard-on.
“Sure” I said “I will see what I can find for you in my pants”
“Looking forward to that” he said with a smirk. “I need it bad. Right now.”
I looked into those young blue eyes.
“Am sure sorry you need it bad. Do you want me to make you feel better?”
He grinned at me.
“Think you can?”
Outside we blinked in the sun.
I went over to Eric and Nancy in the carpark and let them know in a very few words that I would make my own way home, but thanks. They both cottoned on and grinned and Eric gave me a thumbs up. I guess he could see the shape of my erection too.
“Happy Birthday Carl” called Nancy out of the open window of the car as they drove off, “have fun!”
“They look familiar” said the guy.
“Yeah? They own the bookstore.”
I pulled out my packet of cigarettes and he took one. I lit it for him and he took a drag, and then right there in the sunshine outside the bar, he stopped and kissed me, pushing me against the wall more forcibly than I had expected. There was no one about, though I was thinking he would have done it all the same even if there had been a crowd assembled.
I felt his young tongue in my mouth. I felt his hard young dick.
“I’ve got wheels” he said between kisses and drags of his cigarette, “but if you can’t wait, there’s an alley here, just round this corner. Quiet. Private.”
“Is there now” I murmured, ready for anything, and reaching in to kiss him again. “Been here before? A regular?”
He ran his fingers up and down my blue shirt and played about with the openings. I had no tee in that summer heat and his fingertips were touching my bare skin, my hair covered skin, which made him exclaim in surprise.
“Fuck” he said in his posh deep young voice “you’re a real fucking bear.”
He pulled at one of the buttonholes and made a gap. Then he tugged at my belt buckle. Out there in the open, in the sun beside the bar.
“Steady buddy” I growled and stuck my hand on his.
My cock was stiff like a monument. My knob was sticking up and pushing out my jeans, fuckin obscene. Fuckin wonderful.
Well maybe I cared a bit about being in public.
I looked around in case anyone was watching – a dog walker, a neighbour, a family member, a work colleague, or a police officer.
“What about that alley you mentioned, son?” wanting his fingers on my zip right now.
“Come on Daddy,” he said, “just here, follow me”
He left my buckle and took my hand.
“Am I safe with you,” he said, and laughed.
“Was going to ask you the same thing. Do you want to take me up the alley?” I breathed.
The lane was narrow and private by the looks of it. In the shade. Maybe nobody took that short-cut. We were somewhere near the kitchens of the bar. I could hear the chatter.
“Will this do Dad?” he teased.
I grabbed him and decided I was going to fuck the lad right there and then, standing up. It was his tongue in my mouth that did it.
My hands went down to his cute ass and stroked his thin white jeans, pawing at him. They would be down in a moment. The lad was eager to drop them. I knew.
I pushed him against the old wall, pressing myself tight against him. He would know what my big dick felt like now.
“Ouch” he said “that’s hard - the wall I mean.”
“Just the wall?” I asked, pressing myself against him.
“Mind my good new shirt against the fuckin old wall” he said.
“Hey, let’s go for a drive and you can fuck me in the back seat” he added, and repeated that between the kissing and the tongues, but he seemed to know he did not mean it, as he was pulling up my shirt and touching my bare furry stomach.
I felt the hot air on my skin as well as his hot fingers and nails which needed trimming.
“I knew you would be hairy” he murmured, “Quite the little cave man.”
“Fuckin little cave man, am I?” I laughed, “Little?”
I was shorter than him, but not in the crotch department.
I grabbed him at that and unbuttoned his blue striped shirt and started kissing the pale smooth expanse of his chest, reaching for the nipples that were big and pronounced and stiff and decorated with not a single curl of hair. I had enough fur for the pair of us.
By the sound of it he liked it. And when I asked him if liked it, he replied he fuckin did.
Quick. He wriggled and pulled off his shirt and let it fall and his chest was bare, and my lips touched his nipples as if I was a starving man in need of a meal. Just wait till I got his cock in my mouth.
He moaned. Well, we both did to be honest.
I needed to fuck him now. No more waiting for a car. No more teasing.
I pulled his jeans down and my hands were on his pants at last. They were old-fashioned classic white briefs. His dick pushed them out in front. Way out in front. He was hung. But at this moment standing up straight.
There was a growing stain of pre-cum where his knob was. Not a little boy then, but a big leaking one. The briefs gave little resistance to my fingers. They slipped down and he giggled.
His dick was long and thin and hard. As big as me. The knob looked delicious. I needed it in my mouth. I needed to taste it.
He grasped his cock and swung it about.
“Now you, Daddy. Show me.”
His hands were on my belt buckle again now, tugging it apart.
“Let’s see what you’ve got for me on your Birthday, Daddy” he said, pulling down my zip robustly and pulling my blue jeans as wide as they would go.
He found out soon enough, grasping my eight inches – a stiff length through my bulging jockstrap.
I groaned as he ran his fingers up and down the length of my hard cock. It was pushing out my jock.
I groaned at his fingers. I felt my pre-cum flowing again, spotting my jock again.
“Jesus” he said, “you sure are one excited big Daddy”
In response and without my fingers or his, my swollen knob shuddered and popped out of the waist band of my jock, pressing into the rough hairy trail below my navel.
The lad’s fingertip touched the top of my now exposed shiny knob and rubbed. I almost cried out. I was leaking more now. There was a sticky trail now and he was caressing it into my big tip.
“Like that do you, wet bugger Daddy” he whispered.
Fuck. I thought I might have shot already from the flood of sticky fluid, and maybe I was almost there, and I had n’t even fucked him yet.
He had his hands on the waist of my jeans now.
“Let’s get these right down” he said.
He pulled at my jeans, launching them down my thighs, then grabbed at my jockstrap. He had to pull that down properly over my jutting cock.
“Ouch” I said.
My hard-on slapped itself against my hairy stomach, threatening to shoot.
“Ouch” I said again, “take it easy son.”
I felt the hot summer air on my exposed bare skin as my jeans and jock settled at my knees.
He pulled me close to him, guiding my hand to his cock.
Our hard cocks were pressed against one another now, pushing, measuring themselves against one another, beginning to drip. Strings hanging from both our knobs, mingling as they stretched.
I fell to my knees clumsily and swallowed his knob, tasting the pre-cum, like syrup, and I sucked and I sucked and I licked and I licked, and I coughed as I felt him reaching for the back of my throat, and the precum swilling in my mouth.
He grasped the back of my head, pulling me in, finding my bald spot.
There was no stopping now. No car ride needed.
I stood up again, leaving his cock dripping with strings of his juice.
“Do you want it?” I asked. Silly question, not worth him answering or me asking.
“You’re gonna get it now”
He had unbuttoned my shirt all the way up, pulled it wide apart, and his fingers were on my sweaty hairy chest.
“What do you think?” he said “I’m not going home now without getting that monster inside me. Never thought you’d be so big, what a virile beast of a Dad.”
He tweaked my nipples. Reached down and kissed them in turn, licked the rings I had there.
I gasped. No stopping now. I pushed closer in. I felt his fingers on my hairy ass. Felt the nails on my arse cheeks. Jesus, if he went for my hole, I’d lose it. But I wanted him to do it too.
“Go on then” he said “get on with it, fuck me”
I turned him around against the wall, presenting himself to me. His ass was hairier than I had imagined, beautiful. Fluffy. It must have been out in the sun.
I spat, I stuck a finger into his hole. Then another.
He cried out. Not in pain.
Then I bent down and licked him out, finding the golden hairs, and he cried out some more, louder, so for a flicker I worried about being discovered. But not for long.
I spat on to my knob, scared I would just cum all over his ass, then and there.
“Look in my pocket, stud” he said.
I retrieved the small lube, the small poppers, and laughed.
“Always ready, are you?”
“Get on with it, you fucker” he replied.
I greased my tool and his hole, held the poppers under his nose, then mine, felt the rush, oh the fuckin rush - and fuck he was opening up to me and whimpering and fuck I was hammering before I knew it.
It was easy, it was wet and warm and tight in his ass, and I thrust hard with my big thick dick, and again and again. All the way in, all the way out, all the way in again, right up to my full furry balls.
“Jesus” he whispered, “you know what you’re up to, don’t you? You fucker, you fucking Daddy fuck”
My fingers were on his balls, cradling them, reaching down between, below his ass, where his hard-on started.
“You like this, don’t you?” I whispered, as he caught his breath. “Fuck” I breathed.
“Harder” he cried out, “fuckin harder”
I did as I was told. I fucked him harder.
We had more poppers. A bigger rush, a fuckin huge rush. I felt like an animal. A big cock with a hairy man attached.
I was pumping, pumping, sliding deeper and harder with every thrust. We were making a lot of noise. Somebody would bloody catch us at it. But I did not give a fuck.
I felt his smooth back pressed against my hairy nipples with their rings. His ass pounding back into me, working on my hard long thick thrusting cock.
I groaned. It was too late.
“Fuck. Am comin, am fuckin comin”
“Pull out, pull out, quick” he cried. “I want to see you fuckin cum”
“Jesus Christ! Fuck”
I was out of control, pumping and pushing and I was only halfway out and was already shooting my big hot load. It went all over the fucking place.
He pushed me away, I grunted, my spunk exploding against his thighs and legs and then it was like some hose was shooting over him, again and again, and he laughed as he felt it squirting.
“You’ve drenched me, you dirty bugger”
It was spattered on him and dripping down, hot. His back and ass covered in it. White lines on his white skin.
I stayed hard. He turned around and grabbed my cock and worked on me again while we kissed. I was away again. There was more spurting. His chest got covered and it ran down to his stomach.
“Do me too” he said urgently, and he pulled my fingers to his cock. He shouted out as I wanked him. He was dripping like a tap.
I felt his shaft jump in my fist. Juicy, he was. Ready to shoot.
But then suddenly he spun me round and was behind me, and I could feel his long hard cock against my ass harder than ever. His hands were reaching round onto my stomach and up on to my chest, rubbing the hair, pulling at my nipple rings.
I felt the lube on his fingers as they penetrated me.
He pushed the poppers under my nose. I was greedy. My head buzzed. I felt my cock shudder, my balls swinging, as his fingernails pressed into me.
“Happy Birthday Daddy” he said and I felt his hot breath on my bristly neck.
I felt his mushroom head, teasing my hole. Too big to go in easily. I shouted out.
“Take it you fucker” he gasped. “Here I fuckin come.”
He thrust into me. Right in. Right out. Right in again. I shouted out.
His knob was in me and my hole swallowed his young cock whole, I took it all in a second, every stiff inch of his stiff eight, and I bellowed and thought I was going to cum again with the pain and the pleasure.
Fuck he had done this before. He had learned from a master fucker.
I was bent double, he was working away at me down below as he fucked me hard, no mercy, a blur of his young fist and my big hard dick.
Then with his cock deep inside and both of us making guttural noises, I saw I was cumming like a fountain, jizz flying upwards, spattering.
He grasped my throat tight so I struggled, and swore, and swore again, and the young fucker lost it all up my ass, like a rocket, again and again. He nearly lifted me off my feet with his cumming.
Fuck I cried out and shot a spurt again in the alley.
Fuck, was that us both done? The sun was still shining, and my head was still buzzing with poppers.
I felt him pull that young knob and that long dick out of me. I wanted it back in immediately. I saw it slick with cum and lube. It was dripping still, so was mine.
For a second we both stood in the alley, mostly naked, mostly aroused, definitely stained and dripping, our chests rising and falling, one smooth, one rough and hairy, both sweaty.
What a Birthday this had been and my Birthday cock bravely showed no signs of drooping. I would have another go in the car if he wanted. If the offer still stood. I knew there was a chance he would.
The lad laughed as he reached for his shirt and found it had been spattered by one of us or both of us too.
“Fuck, my new shirt” he complained “and I wanted to wear it tonight too”
“Come on lover boy” he said “get that manly chest covered up and that fuckin big thing into hiding”
Only then we saw the two young men staring at us with open mouths. They were peering round the corner of the alley with their phones held out in front of them.
“Och fuck, go and jerk off you pair!” he shouted.
“Fuckin dirty faggots” they shouted back.
I got my cock back into my jockstrap which was a challenge but I gave it a good pull as I did so the boys saw the last of the jizz flying off the knobhead.
“Want me to fuckin suck on that too?” one of them shouted. “Who do you think you are - Fuckin Super Man?”
“Limp-dick tiny meats!” he shouted after them in his posh accent.
We tidied ourselves up. The sun was still strong.
The lad asked if I wanted a lift home in his wheels now, or later.
“Proper reservoir of jizz, eh?” he remarked. “Is that you done now or could you fuck me again?”
“I’d give it a go” I replied, “But maybe what I need now is another beer. Get my strength up.”
We clinked bottles, back at the table by the river.
“Happy Birthday Uncle Carl” said the lad.
“Thanks Ben” I said to my nephew “Thanks for the present. Much appreciated. But hey what about those lads with the phones” I remarked. “Are we going to go viral?”
Ben shrugged.
“If anybody at college sees it, then I will enjoy showing off my real-life uncle. What a cock you have on you, Uncle Carl.”
I smiled at my nephew.
“Nice of you to say that kid. I guess if any closet pervert sees it at the office then I will be proud of my twinky nephew and his fluffy ass”
“And his eight inch dick”
“Yup, ouch, how could I forget that. I can barely sit down now after all that meat up me”
I felt the warm cum drip in my ass.
We stayed for a couple more beers in the sunshine. I said I needed to go home to shower and change if I was going to look respectable for my Birthday dinner with his Mum and Dad.
“Mum’s roasting you pork” my nephew said. “I told her you like a big bit of pork”
I noticed the dried spunk trails on my jeans and smiled.
“Always ready for more pork”
“Oh, and by the way” added Ben with a grin “Mark thinks you’re really hot. He might be up for something.”
“You mean a threesome?”
“Yeah, maybe” smirked Ben “Mark fancies a spit roast”
“Uncle stuffed at both ends?” I asked and felt the familiar pulse in my jeans. “Will you fight over which end you get first? Next Sunday maybe?”
“Maybe we should go to that beach by the lighthouse? Remember last time?”
I choked with laughter, remembering the surprise walking club of retired ladies. And the jumping, licking dog.
I checked my watch.
“Hey, what’s Mark up to now? This minute. Do you think he wants some fun on the sand? It is my Birthday after all. I deserve it.”
Ben reached under the table with one hand and found the hopeful but impressive bulge in my jeans. With the other hand he called Mark.
Happy Birthday Uncle Carl.
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