As summer neared its end I decided to take a holiday in a rural area near the south coast of New South Wales. I chose a working farm property that had several cottages for hire, and booked myself in for a fortnight’s stay.
On arrival at the cottage I unpacked my gear and set up my supplies in the kitchen, then went for a walk around the area and took a few photos of the property and the jetty on the nearby lake. It was around five in the afternoon when I meandered back toward the cabin. As I passed by another cabin not far from my own, I noticed a good-looking bloke sitting on a sofa out the front of the cabin. He looked to be a fit sixty-ish. I called out “Hi, nice place here isn’t it”.
He responded “Yeah, nice and quiet, you here for long?”
“Two weeks from today all on my own” I replied, “how about you?”
“Here for ten days, I’m on my own too” he answered, “I’m just about to open a bottle of red, if you fancy having a drink?”
“That’d be great, and my name’s Mick” I answered to which he responded “I’m Jack” as we shook hands. He had a firm grip and I matched it, then he suggested I sit.
Jack excused himself to grab the bottle and two glasses from inside the cabin, then poured us each drink. We exchanged a few details about where we came from and what we used to do for a living. I had been retired ten years, Jack had only recently retired from his job as a long-distance truck-driver. We chatted idly for maybe half an hour and downed a second glass of wine.
I ventured the comment that he looked to be in good shape despite having had a job that involved being seated for hours at a time. “Thanks, I try to do a bit of regular exercise and weights” he said, then added “I’m thinking you might fancy blokes, am I right or wrong?”
“100% right” said I, and Jack continued “I’m straight meself, but been single quite a while and can’t be stuffed chasing women at my age”.
“So has it been a while since you had a good time in bed?” I asked. “Too bloody long” Jack proclaimed. I took a gamble and told him I was too old to get hard any more but I enjoyed sucking cock and making a man feel good.
Jack then asked if I’d like to make him feel good and I immediately replied I’d love to suck his cock till it exploded in my mouth. “Let’s go inside and get comfortable” he replied.
We entered his cabin and he locked the door. “I’ve never had a bloke do anything with me before” he mentioned, and I said I intended to give him the best head job he’d ever experienced. I sank to my knees on the carpet, and Jack moved in close, dropped his shorts and slid his half-hard cock from his briefs. I leaned forward and licked the head and his cock stiffened noticeably. Then I licked up and down the shaft as it grew more and more rigid. “Man, that’s nice” he moaned and I then slid his member into my mouth and sucked his knob.
“Fuck” he exclaimed as I made love to his cock, taking it in as far as I could manage without gagging. “Never had anything like this before!” he added.
I spent a few more minutes sucking Jack then wrapped my hand round the base of his cock and pumped it with my mouth still wrapped around his knob, and soon enough he grunted “Gonna cum” and a volley of spunk flooded into my mouth. I gulped it down and gently massaged his cock with my mouth for a minute till he put his hand under my chin and said “That’s enough mate, that was fucking wonderful.”
“Let’s sit down and catch our breaths” I suggested as I stood up. Jack pulled his briefs and shorts back up and we both fell onto the lounge. His eyes were shut and he was silent for a couple of minutes, then opened his eyes and asked if I was OK.
“Happy as a pig in mud” I returned, and added “I hope you’ll let me look after your cock again soon, don’t waste your spunk whacking off when you can have my mouth instead.”
Jack grinned and said he planned to give me plenty more loads over the next week, then suggested we have another glass of red, to which I agreed.
We talked about our lives a bit, how I had lost my partner to cancer a while back, and he had been divorced for a few years. I told Jack I could no longer get erections but enjoyed being dominated by a virile man, and liked dirty talk during sex. “You can call me names when you’re using me” I added.
Then Jack said he needed to piss, and I told him “How about we strip off and get in the shower and you can piss all over me if you’re ok with a bit of kink.”
“Hell, mate, never done stuff like that before but I’ll hose you down if that’s what you want.”
Seconds later we were naked in the shower cubicle , and my truckie stud was splashing his piss over my face and chest as I knelt before him. “Drink my piss you dirty pig” Jack ordered and I leaned forward to take his stream in my mouth. It tasted a bit rich but I was wildly turned on by his command and guzzled it down my throat like the pig I had always wanted to be.
Soon the stream of piss stopped and I began licking and sucking Jack’s half-hard cock, and soon had him fully erect. “Have you got any lube?” I asked, and he said he had a tube of moisturiser, so we dried off with a towel and moved to the bedroom. I spread some of the moisturiser onto my hole, and worked some in with my finger. Then I used two fingers to open myself up a bit, and then lay back and lifted my legs up and apart.
“How about you grease that pole of yours and then slide it in” I said to Jack. Quickly his cock-head was probing my rear end and a few seconds later I opened and felt his full length enter me. It was glorious! Jack leaned forward bringing his face close and grunted “You want dirty talk?” and I moaned my affirmation.
“Take my cock you slut, I’m gonna fuck you hard and make you my bitch for the rest of the week.”
“Yessir, I’m your bitch, you own my mouth and arse, I’m your cum-dump sir”
“That’s right bitch, your arse is gonna get filled up with my load every fuckin day”
Jack began pumping harder and harder and as his excitement grew, I asked him to spit in my mouth and I opened it wide. He spat into my mouth repeatedly, and told me he would fill me with his spit, piss and cum every day for the next week.
“Please stud, fill my arse with your baby-making load, show me you own me.”
Jack upped his power-strokes, gripping my ribcage hard as he pounded into me, completely in control and using me to satisfy his lust. Before long he exclaimed “fucking coming” and reared up as his manhood ejaculated repeatedly inside me. The he collapsed onto me and lay quiet, breathing heavily. I was in heaven, having been fucked rough by this horny stud. I couldn’t remember ever having had such a wild sex scene before, I had now swallowed his spit, his piss and his cum and had my arse filled with his creamy load.
After a few minutes, when his breathing slowed back down, Jack asked if I wanted him to pull out. “No way stud, stay inside me as long as you can, your cock feels so good.” So we stayed joined together for a few more minutes till I felt his cock starting to go flaccid and he gently backed out and we headed to the shower to clean up.
As we towelled ourselves dry, Jack asked if if I was ok with everything we had done. So I told him I loved every bit of it and hoped he would keep his promise to make me his bitch for the rest of the week. “I always keep my promises” he said, and I knew the rest of my stay was going to be a mind-blowing fuck-fest.
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