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The Yuppie Sex Chronicles, Part 4

by J.R.W.


November 30, 1981

Blindfolded, laying spread-eagle on satin sheets. I barely bottom for another man, but occasions like these require special attention—and I am more than willing to bestow it tonight. Not having sex for the last few months made me feel like a virgin again. I need another “first time,” and he is definitely man enough to do it.

“Lick it baby, lick it!” I exclaim, as he opens my butt hole and plunges in. My dick tingles, growing an instant hard-on. Rolling his tongue in circles, I groan as his bushy mustache pricks my sensitive asshole. He then rubs his thick beard against my balls, proudly greeting my heavy moans with “yeah, you like that shit don’t you?” He kisses my dickhead, giving it a nice wet smack. Tonguing my piss hole, he licks all my precum instantly, servicing like the experienced old man he is. By his body language, I know he enjoys watching my legs quake in total submission, running his giant rough hands along the soft flesh of my left thigh. “Do it now. Oh fuck, do it!” I yell, opening my legs as wide as possible. He chuckles heartily, and slaps his hands on each butt cheek. “Here comes a special surprise. Open wide now, like the good virgin you are” he commands, simultaneously sticking his thick cock in my tiny hole. I gasp from its immensity.

He’s not gentle. I grow breathless as he puts his full body weight on top of me, pressing his hairy chest forcibly against mine. He bangs my asshole, thrusting his slippery dick in and out like a madman. “Oh baby, your ass, oh. Milk my cock, baby, milk all my cum” he screams, as I tighten my asshole around his love muscle. I bury my hands in his nipple hairs, pulling them as he pounds away. From his body heat, I am guessing he’s dark red, huffing and puffing for what seems like hours. Up until now, I don’t think I’ve ever truly enjoyed an older man butt-fucking me like this. His crazy thrusts start slowing down. I know he’s ready to dump his load now. “Here it comes, you nasty little fucker. I know you’ve been wanting this all night” he says. I reply breathlessly with “Deeper, deeper, oh daddy, fuck the shit out of me!” He pushes as hard as he can, judging by how tight his abdomen feels against my hand. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yesssssssss, yesssssssss, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He squirts his creamy load in ecstasy, holding his swollen dick inside. He collapses in my embrace, receiving nothing but kisses and strokes in his hair.

It’s my turn now. He leans against the wall, face pressed eagerly against the surface. I spread his humongous ass cheeks, savoring the buttery and spicy aroma that emanates from its pink center. By his tensing muscles, I could tell that his breathing increased tenfold. I feel a sweat bead trailing down his blackened crack, continuing onto his burgundy balls. The nut sac, sagged a little with age, holds two amazing plum-like balls that pulsate with each fondle. I rub my nose against the coarse gray hairs that populate his sweet olive cantaloupes—all standing on edge with my slow deliberate puffs of air. His weathered skin probably turns vermillion underneath my firm fingertips, as I drive his hips further into the wall. My hard dick drips precum again.

I lick his nut sac all the way up to the soft tissue underneath his ass cheeks. “Ah yeah!” he exclaims, pounding his fist enthusiastically against the wall, “Oh shit that felt so goooooddd! Whew!” Even though he is experienced, I know he is not expecting what will come tonight. “You’re going to have to relax for me now, daddy. I know it’s been a long time since you’ve been ass fucked, but I guarantee you won’t be sorry. But before I do that, I’m going to give you a little bath.” I massage the tender skin around his asshole, squeaky clean from the hot shower he took earlier, satisfied with the gleeful “Ohhhhhh” coming from his mouth. My tongue traces the puffy skin surrounding his asshole, taking my sweet time with the old man. I’m going to tease the hell out of this fucker. He starts breathing harder, blowing enough to put out a thousand candles. I straighten my tongue, aiming it at the tender asshole pulled apart by my fingers. Ready, aim, fire!

“AHHHHHHH!” he exclaims. My tongue moves in and out, in and out, in and out. “Push, baby, push…ohhhh shit!” he groans between pumps. I circle repeatedly, wetting the salty thin tissue inside from top to bottom. Midway, he bends completely over, screaming like a deranged Tarzan. I couldn’t wait to fuck him, so I reach for the lube earlier than expected.

His manly funk stimulates my nostrils, the side of my face sticking to the back of his perspiring head. I fuck him deep and hard, hammering his furry body against the mattress. The sweat between us makes a wonderful slapping sound, like floured hands pounding against soft dough. Like a bear in extreme heat, I show him no mercy whatsoever. “Ohhhh, ohhhhh, shit, oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhh fuck!” he screams, as I increase my speed. For a moment, I imagine how our reflections look in the dresser mirror. His flushed and sweaty face probably looks angry, as if he didn’t enjoy being topped by a younger man. His eyes must be clenched shut, teeth gritting, nostrils flaring above his thick salt and pepper mustache. He was certainly taking it up the ass like a real man. I don’t really care, though, because his ass is completely mine.

By the rustling sounds, I am guessing that he just grabbed the bed sheets in his gigantic hands, his large elbows imprinted in the mattress. I grunt like a grizzly, and use my body to push his flat on the mattress. A large pillow is underneath his husky body. Before mounting him, I envision his large ass cheeks looking like scoops of succulent butter pecan (especially in the soft beige light)—my cock like a hot spoon diving in between. Now his chin is probably resting on top of the mattress, the scent of sweat emanates from the sheets. I want to fuck him in all kinds of positions, but having him face down is the best. Besides, my cock feels sore from all the grinding. His ass will swallow my spunk pretty soon. “Yeah daddy, I got a little surprise for you as well. Ooooh yeah, ooooohhhh yeah. I know you want it. I got a nice creamy load for you, straight from the heart.” I squeeze his cheeks with my large hands, slapping his asshole hard. "Say it, say it daddy!" I exclaim. "Oh, oh, oh, yeah, do it son, give daddy all your sweet cum," he puffs through hot sweaty breaths. I explode inside of him, screaming "ah shitttttttttt!!!!!!!," feeling all my muscles spasm like aftershocks. It was one of the best fucks I ever had.

“How was I?” Raymond asks, as I lay beside him after dismounting.

“You were fantastic,” I say, removing the blindfold, “With all that dirty talk, I really thought you were the guy by the bar.”

“I was that great! I’m flattered enough to go another round.” Raymond says, flashing his most devilish smile.

“All right,” I say, “But this time, I want to be the dirty old man.” We pull the satin sheets over us, laughing at our horny selves. I’m glad we got back together.

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