Jeff

Jack.

Spoiler alert. I know. Jack’s Ass. Close your eyes for a minute. Trust me. Think of that ass that cums to mind. You know the one I’m talking about. How does a guy not know? Honestly? How could this guy not know he has the MOST, fuck-able, ass in the world??? I mean it should be in a museum. Enough.

I asked myself. I need to back up. He is about twenty-two. His round face, just the slightest of acne, he has a way. His wallet is in the left pocket; a can of chew wearing out the right. My mouth is fuckin watering. OK. Fuck. I just creamed myself. How does he not know?

He is blond, This boy. Maybe 5-8, stacked; I mean stacked for his age. Picture him. This kid, the ass, that ass. Did I tell you about his ass??? OMFG. The way the back pockets filled out; fuck me. Did I say I was a sick fuck?

You might not even notice me. I am the guy in the corner that looks you in the eyes to see the color. I am an eye guy. Now I’m not saying I don’t look at your ass as you walk away. I am. OK. Back to his eyes. Naturally, they're blue; but darker. I would love to see those eyes looking up at me. I got lost in them. Back to work.

His tank top; don’t get me started. Don’t get me fuckin started. This is meant to be a short story for those who read to jack off. Start now.

I could tell he worked this morning; it was filled out; just fuck me into next week. The smile he had looking up at me asking if I could jump him. I am a sick fuck. I may not have said that; but I am. That aside. I am way older than this kid; he’s less than half my age and asked me to jump him. His trailer was dead. I jumped him.

“You want to get a beer, later?” I asked. Who am I? Fuck me. This is like, fuck. Did that cum out of my mouth?

He said sure. I’m like, What? “Where and when?” My eyes must have crossed; really? And the day ended.

I am like, what? I’m still drunk on saying what I had, that boy is young enough to be my son. But back in my day my ass went a long way. Fuck me. OK. He walked in. You could tell. Really? With hands pushing out his front pockets he got looks as he saddled up next to me.

Have I said he fills out his front like a rock star? I was like? He-has-to-know? He has to fuckin know? Give me a break. I did when my ass looked like that. OK. Another story.

OK. Did he know? I mean, honestly? He has to fuckin know? OK. I am not a big fan of sucking dick; well. I would have sucked him in to tomorrow. It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just better to watch than being watched. What can I say? But then again.

He did shots with me, I had a serious fuckin buzz going on. I wasn’t expecting it. I was doing two to his one. I did the nod for the tab, checked it wondering how we drank so… much. And the music started.

I had followed this guy for years. He did my kind of shit. 70’s and 80’s. I gave Jeff a nod; he thought I was asking him to dance. “No Dude. Look around.” He didn’t see it.

It could have been a line at a fair. Girls. They walked away from guys I’d have talkin home; I walked out and he followed. Shame. Shame. Shame.

He was too young to remember the movie, ‘Michael’. You know when you are just fucked-up enough? That was me. Lay Down Sally. I was doing air guitar, if there was a bar I’d have been doing limbo. Time to go home; you think? Wait. I can be a poll. Seriously; I can be a poll.

Did I say I was hammered? That is FUBAR. Might have slipped my mind. Go figure? My shirt came off! This was no me yesterday. Hooping and howling. And his eyes looked at mine. Seen a guy pull off his wife-beater, lately??? I was quick enough not to get it in the face.

Did I say I was ‘the poll’? I am a bad, bad, monkey. I was on fire. I’m 63 years old, give me a break. That boy and girls humped on me like; Well. If I was only forty years younger?     

He asked? “You live close?” I mean he had no shirt. What? I could have been his Dad. The sweet running over his neck; I nodded. I do live close; right? Did I say his ass was to die for? I am on the cross here. My arms and feet nailed; I can do this. Did I say I was a bad monkey? 

He followed me home. I was ready for what might cum. Silly-Fuckin-Simon. He was all over me; just like that. In a flash. I wasn’t ready for him being so aggressive. He sucked my dick like a champ with me pulling on the back of his head. This has to be the best dream, ever.

You can tell a guy who likes sucking cock. They always get hard sucking you. He was hard.

I gathered some senses. It was hard. What? What? This was happening. I stopped it. Like for real. Finally; It was the moment, I saw his ass. Deep breath, ok? He pulled his jeans down with his back to me. And kind of fuckin wagged it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What an ass??? Did he really do that???

 I knew it. I’ve seen it in my sleep. It’s hard to describe. Perfect, cums to mind. Perfect as I slid up and split it.

OK. We need to back up to the beginning. That ass was to die for. Have I said that? It was round. Looked smooth in jeans. It was. My dick was so… hard. He. It was. Fuck. OK. Fuck. He was ready, I was more than ready. I slapped his hole, dribbled a little over it. OK. He was as excited as I was. This has to be a dream?

Seeing my dick slide in him; The way it happened. I loved watching my huge cock; that’s how I see it; JSYK, slicing him in half. What a sight. See it through my eyes. The way he pushed back on me. I was more into fucking him and he was more into riding me. The way his ass squeezed my shaft.

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                  FYA.

I have lived with a man; married him. I also married and fathered two boys mourning my first love; my first love. As I write I want you to take in mind; how it feels. The way you feel whether it be top or bottom. We all like what we like.

JSYK. I’m not one of those guys who slaps an ass; but I did. He was a bad boy who needed his ass slapped. Yes. I hope I’m not burning his ass with my eyes.

Jack, seemed to like that. I kind of did too. My dick going into his ass; it was shinny when I pulled it out and pushed back. He was all in. I was all in. Balls-fuckin-deep; all in.

Picture me? I’m almost 64. I am hammered. Hammered, fucking this kid with the most fuck-able ass in the world. Have I told you about his ass? I am beyond drunk.

I slammed him. I didn’t mean to be so… rough but it had been a long time. OMFG. I came like I hadn’t in years. I filled his ass. I mean, I filled him to squirting out around me. OMFG. OK. This has to be a dream.  

He drained me. I mean drained me. How could I give him more? A guy only has so… much. He pushed back like there was no tomorrow. He pulled that butt off me; cum dripping from his hole like a whore. I did that. Filled him to over flowing. Did I tell you back in the day I had an Ass, to die for?

His name was Jack.

His ass was to die for. I mean, it-was-too-die for. Have I asked why this happens now? It’s been years. The wake. “Maybe I never told you. All those lonely nights. Maybe I never told you, I’m so happy that you’re mine.” During those days I really was.

More than a hundred people. “I’m so happy you were mine.” I had such shame. Think about it. What Bob and I had been through.

It was just me talking. “I’m so… happy your mine.” My boys.

“I never told you I’m so… happy, so happy, that you’re mine”. I was talking about them and their Mom and them at the same time. “I’m so happy that you’re mine.”

I stood in front of them. “Maybe I didn’t treat you,” I was talking about them, my boys, and their Mom. And Bob.

“As good as I should have?” why does this happen to know???

I came in him crying. RJC.