My Old Man Don

Mr. Donald S. Pierce was my lover. I say this because it makes me damn proud to remember it. Our love affair was one for the ages and Don, as I call him still, was the greatest. I met Don when I was 23 and he was about to enter his 40s. Don was majestic and he thought I was beautiful, which made me quite happy back than.

Don had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had a light brown beard that he took care very well every single morning. He was a man who liked good food and good wine. He loved to drink beer and he did it almost every night. I met Don when I was an intern on Don's brother's office. Back than I was going through my Law School and I was doing pretty well. Don came in one morning wearing dirty boots, worn up jeans and some heavy flanneled shirt and he came straight to my table (the office was empty, but in my mind, he had chosen me) and he started to chat.

I could see he was a big man (he was about 1.82 meters) and not very muscle, but still big. Not fat, though, just a bit overweight. I don't remember very well what he talked about, but I remember his voice was rough and gruff and damn it turned me on. Back than I was having an affair with a professor of mine – an old married man who fucked well enough and got me coming back for more in his secret hideouts. I was, of course, sad. I thought that would be my life – old gentlemen that were married but never to me. But meeting Don made my heart beat fast and I imagined a whole life with him without even know if he was attracted to men.

That talk led to another talk on another day. It was getting colder in the city and I would have some time off from college and work. Another day, another talk and he invited me to go to his farm. I tell all of this because when I was 23 I fell in love with Don and I have been in love with him since than, even despite of our fallouts.

On that weekend, I rode a horse for the first time. I also made love to that gruffy man and it was marvelous. Don was a sweet lover – he touched me gently. When we were done, he would caress my back. His hands were often on my ass, his thick hairy fingers playing on my skin, playing on my entrance. By the end of that first weekend, he told me I made him insatiable. He kissed me on his truck and said he would come to visit me one of those nights.

As I left his truck and walked to my small apartment, I knew it was too good to be true. He was a gentleman that left me at home and I was damn sure he wouldn't be back. I was anxious for most of that weekend. Whenever I saw Don's brother, my boss, I felt that a hole was about to appear under my feet. They looked a lot like each other, but Don's smile was fresher, his eyes were kinder, his voice was huskier. But as time went on (mind me, back than we still used to call each other on the phone instead of simply texting), the feeling on my guts was more intense and Don was not coming.

Except that on a Wednesday night, a night I decided to go out for a walk or I'd go crazy inside, I came back to see his truck right in front of my doorstep. I stopped, hesitated, walked further ahead. It wasn't a dark street and I saw him from a distance, sitting against the stairs that took to the main door of my building. He had a beer can on his hand and when he saw me approaching, he stood up. He was wearing the same boots, the same jeans and the only change was the heavy flannel shirt – it wasn't red like the time we met or spent a weekend together. It was blue.

“Kid!” He called out to me, opening a smile.

I melted right there. And walked to him, raising a hand – men his age never bothered to hold me in public when we met. But Don did. He passed his arms around my body and he pulled me into a hug. “How're you holdin' up? This damn Fall is coming heavy on us, hm?” He let me go and patted my shoulder with his heavy clumsy hands and I smiled, inebriated by the smell that I got to breath when I was in his embrace.

We got up. I unlocked the main door and closed it behind us. We climbed the stairs to the third floor and we walked to the back. I opened the door for us and I let him into my place. He stood there, tall and big and handsome with a hand on his pocket and another holding his beer can as he looked around. “It's small.” I started to justify myself but when Don turned back to me, he shrugged and smiled. “I like it.” And before that conversation could develop, he moved and shoved me against the door. I reached back, hands grabbing his shirt as his mouth was on mine, our lips kissing, touching, tasting. Don was all over me and my tiny young lean figure was against the wall. I let his hands crawl under my shirt. My cock was hard since we hugged outside but now I felt a pressure on it. My legs were weak into that kiss, but Don held me in place.

His scruffy beard scratched the skin of my shaved jaw. When he moved back, he had a shy smile hanging on his lips. “I've been thinkin' bout doin' that since I left ya on Sunday night.”

“Oh, God, me too.” I replied and this time I was the one that moved to him, my hands back on his shirt, pulling for another kiss. And we kissed hard. But it wasn't rough, it was sweet. It was good. It was probably the best kiss I ever performed. And when I felt his rough hands on my back, under my shirt, I let out a soft noise that crumbled out of my throat and into our lips. He backed off, smiled at me and before I knew what to do, he swung me across the room, pulling off my shirt and undressing me on my tight living room. When I reached and laid down on the couch, all I had on was my socks. And as I laid, watching and waiting with my hard cock aching to be touched, mr. Don S. Pierce started to undress himself.

He did it slowly. There was a certain awkwardness to it. I had noticed on our weekend together, but it was there again. As if he was somehow ashamed of my youth. When he took off his jeans and let them over his dirty boots, he stared at me, his own cock hard (it was a little smaller than mine, his was around 16 or 17 cm, turned up like a proud girth, round and thick and uncut). His hairy balls looked heavy and they were hanging under his dick as a wild bush of pubes circled all around the cock. Don was a hairy fellow – his chest and belly were a warm brown fur but the hair followed up to his shoulders and grabbed at parts of his back too. He stood there in all his glory and hesitated, smiling shyly before adding “Gosh, kid, you're so handsome.”

I blushed and moved a little, to expose more of my skin as my eyes were glued to his body. He was everything I ever desired in a man – big, hairy, with a manly belly and a thick body. “You're so fucking sexy, Don.” And that smile of his grew big and there was no more hesitance as he moved to the couch, grabbing my tights and putting himself between my legs. I felt his cock poking my crack as he leaned his big burly body over mine and kissed me, his big hands touching me. He was big in every way for me and I knew than and there that I was doomed to fall in love for that man.

He kissed my neck and I kissed his – in fact, I sucked the skin like a teenager, leaving a mark that made him chuckle and laugh. He slapped me in the ass in return, playfully, and he called me naughty. I was feeling naughty that night.

His kisses when down further. As he reached my nipples he stopped and looked up at me – I was still in his arms, tangled under his body, under his will. He licked his lips as his dark brown eyes stared at me. Our weekend of sex was good but it wasn't that good. Something extra was added and as he moved in, leaning down against my skin to take my right nipple between his lips and suck on it, I felt as if I was exploding. And I moaned and groaned and cried for him to not stop. He took the point of my nipple between his teeth and he played with it, testing my limits of pain with such an easiness that I was oozing precum over my belly and under his hairy chest. I grabbed his hair and when it was too much, I pulled it just a little and he stopped, kissing where once he was biting and when I was hard and sensitive enough on one, he went for the other and did the same. It was a game that lasted only moments, but damn it was so hot.

“Are you good?”

“I'm good.” I replied almost out of breath, pulling his face, my fingers on his beard, until we are kissing. And than he climbed back on top of me going further until he was offering me his titties.

“Take it.” I looked up, my nose between his fur before I licked him and got my tongue around his nipples. One and the other, licking and sucking on it like an avid hungry baby. He moaned loud – that gruffy voice filling up my apartment and my life. I knew I was doing it right and while I continued to nurse his nipple, I tangled my legs around his waist and pressed my smooth ass against his hairy crotch, his hard cock between my ass cheeks. Don lifted his left arm over my face and I moved to it, my nose over the hairy armpit. I'm not sure if he did it on purpose but that movement opened another door for us. I took a deep breath and I smelt Don up close – it was manly, a bit musky and a bit earthy and woody. I could smell his cologne, but more than that I could smell him – his skin and his sweaty and the earth and his farm and home. I groaned and I heard him groaning too. We were too beasts.

Don moved away, breathing hard as he looked at me. My face was red and a bit wet. He moved and he pulled me with him so I sat on his lap, my hand on his chest. We kissed and he put a hand on my neck while I moved my hips against his cock. “Suck my cock, boy.”

And I did. I got out of his embrace and got my knees on the carpet between his strong tights. His big feet were exposed on the floor. I touched one with my hand while the other held his balls and my lips closed around his girth. With my lips, I unwrapped the skin out of the head of his cock and licked the sides, tasting that cock on the tip of my tongue. It had a strong scent there, as if Don hadn't showered to come and meet me. It didn't displeased me – quite on the contrary, it turned me on. Because it was his smell and his cock and when I was done with my tongue, I let it all go down my throat until my nose was buried in his musky pubes. I breath in through my nose and looked up. Don was looking down at me and I knew he could see me taking his whole dick. It made me proud.

I moved back and started moving my face back and forth and back and forth. He was moaning loud than. “You have such a good mouth, kid. Goddamnit.” He growled, his hand on my hair, messing it up as I continued to suck on it. My big burly man was liking my head and I did my best for him until he pulled me back - “Enough or I'll shoot.”

I licked my lips. “You can shoot in my mouth. I want it.”

He smiled. “I have other plans.” He whispered, helping me up. “Stand up here.” He said in a soft gruffy voice and helped me get up on my couch with my ass towards his face. He made me hold my knees and push my ass back. When he thought I was good, he put both hands on my ass cheeks and opened them, revealing my tight boy hole. He whistled and said something I couldn't hear before he moved his face in and licked my ass crack, sniffed it and kissed it and bit it. I went insane. His beard scratched me when his tongue tried to fuck a way into my hole.

“Don!” I cried out loud and he put a hand over my stomach to keep me balanced. And good thing he did, because I was about to fall but that man never stopped. He was hungry for my ass. “Y'know I love eating ass.” He said and his muffled voice was enough for me to hear. And indeed he did – he ate my ass for só long that I felt it completely wet when he pulled me down on his lap and started kissing the back of my neck and my shoulders. I knew what to do next. I lifted my own ass up just a little and grabbed his dick with a hand. I guided it to my entrance. I thought I was wet enough for it. So I sat down and tried to force it in. “Chill, relax, kid, relax.” He whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck and shoulders and  bit my earlobe. “Yer tight.” He finally added to which I stood up quickly almost as if I was jumping.

“Stay there.” I told him and went into my room to get some lube. I came back and the big old man was jerking his dick off. I came to him and spilled some lube over that dick before climbing on the couch and sitting on his lap again, this time looking him in the eyes, holding his shoulder as I lowered my body. He barely moved. He smiled at me and sometimes he leaned in to kiss my lips or my neck, making me shiver and my hole clench.

I felt the pressure and pushed down a bit more. It was a bit too much and I let out a cry, digging my nails on his skin as pain rushed over me. He held me tight. “Easy now, cowboy.” And I smiled at him, kissing his lips as my clenching tight hole kept chewing on the tip of his cock.

His cock was thick, especially on the tip. But I managed. I wanted it so much and looking at his bearded face just made me want it even more. He had the sweetest hazel eyes and they stared at me filled with lust. He wanted me. But also, it was filled with care. I smiled. And he smiled back, his hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them lightly. I let go a little more and his cock slid inside of my hole. Inch by inch until I sat on his lap, rolling my hips to adjust his dick inside of me completely. I was almost out of breath but Don was smiling at me. And damn I felt happy. “You're all in.” I said.

“I am.” He nodded. And he kissed me again.

From this to the next level was easy. I was the one in charge at first, using my knees for support and movement, riding his dick but without taking much of it yet. It was more like grinding instead of riding. But by the sounds Don made, I was doing it damn right. He squeezed my ass cheeks tighter and hold me steady. “Can I?” He asked softly.

I raised my body a little bit and he started moving his hips, fucking me faster and rougher. “God.” I groaned loudly. His cock kept fucking hard. I rolled my eyes and bit my lips so I wouldn't scream right there. After, he passed his arms under my knees and lifted me up. It wasn't super easy – he was awkward but he took me up nonetheless. He held me like that and let my body slid down until his whole girth was deep in me. “Don.” I leaned and kissed him and he started moving me up and down a bit more. I could feel his sweaty chest against mine as I held tight to him until he turned us around and he laid me down on the couch. He lifted my legs up and he stood straight while I laid down to watch that big burly man fucking my ass. I growled and he didn't take it off of me. He grabbed my legs, put them against his shoulders and held my tights while he started fucking me faster. His sweat dripped over me. When he pushed his dick all the way in and leaned to kiss me, I could feel the cold drops on my face. I didn't fucking care about them. I wanted him over me. All over me.

I squeezed his cock with my hole and he grinned happily. “Fuck tight boy.” I nodded and squeezed his dick again. And he hammered it down my hole. Faster and rougher. I didn't hold back anymore. My moans were loud as he banged me. I reached over, squeezed his hairy tits and he smiled back at me. “I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming”

I put my hands on his waist and held him there. He shoved it all in and I could feel the shots flooding my hole. I reached heaven when he touched my cock too and I cum seconds after.  Everything seemed to have happened so fast but when he fell upon me and I checked the watch on the wall, I noticed we had been at it for at least thirty minutes. I smiled, my arms passing around his body. “Can you stay tonight?”

He was still out of breath. His cock was still inside of me. I could hear him breathing heavily against my ear. He kissed my cheek and I could feel him smiling. “It was part of the plan. But I'll sleep only after I fuck your ass again.”