The Old Man Is Tight

I glanced impatiently out of the window as the green fields scurried past. I was sitting in one of those ancient trains that shook violently from side to side as they raced along the tracks, probably the first electric train ever made.

As the green fields fazed out and the houses began to come in view, a sense of familiarity struck, twelve years, yet everything seemed the same. I was returning to my hometown, the pile of crap where I was born, and lived until I was eight. Last year when I moved to university, my parents made one of the drastic mid-life crisis decisions of moving back to their 'real home' as my mother so excitedly put it. So they went and bought exactly the same house... I didn't share their excitement of course, I mean, if you saw the place you'd want to run a mile, but then I was probably never going to move back home anyway.

As I walked up the familiar garden path, I got an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach; all the windows were dark. I knocked on the front door, impatiently trying not to think the obvious. I hadn't told my parents that I'd be coming, I had thought that a surprise would bring the much-needed excitement in their life, but now I was getting the sinking feeling, they weren't home!!

My knocking was growing more frantic by the minute as I went through all my options in my head. I could book myself into a B&B for the night and then head back tomorrow morning. Or I could go back maybe hang around for a while and maybe, just maybe my parents will return shortly?

"Can I help?" the sound interrupted my thoughts as I looked up to see who it was. Standing on the other side of the fence was a man of maybe sixty or sixty-five, he was looking at me curiously.

"Umm, I'm looking for..." I started

"They're out for the night, my lad" the man said dismissively

Duh! I thought to myself, I had worked that out anyway. I thanked him and started walking away when he called out again, I turned around.

"Who are you?" he asked

"I'm their son," I said

His eyes lit up, as he practically yelped. I looked at him, confused.

"You're Jack?" he asked. I nodded; thinking maybe my parents had talked about me with the old man.

"Good to see you, look how you've grown" he said, excitedly. I smiled hesitantly and he understood that I had no idea who on earth he was.

"I'm Harry" he said, like that was the answer to the mysterious of the universe.

"I don't know you," I said dumbly "When you were a kid, you used to throw mud through the post-box" he said, smiling pleasantly. Suddenly it clicked, of course Mr McLean; he was still living here?

A few minutes later I was sitting in Mr McLean's kitchen, gulping a chilled can of Dr Pepper. The weather was hot as hell, and all that worrying I had done on the door step had got me all worked up. I was starting to feel refreshed. Mr McLean was only wearing a pair of shorts, for a man of 65 he had very little flab on his body, in fact he was surprisingly muscular.

His chest was covered in greying hair, and I mean covered, I shot a glance at his legs, both his calves and thighs were real hairy too, I felt a stir in my pants and quickly focused on other things. As you will have guessed I'm really into older hairy men, they really turn me on.

"Do you have idea when they'll be back?" I asked, trying not to think about the way his huge nipples were surrounded by masses of hair.

"I remember your dad saying they'll be back by the weekend, so they should be back tomorrow, son"

"Damn" I said, I was worried about finding a place to stay "Do you have a place to stay?" he asked, reading my mind. I shook my head.

"You can stay here in the spare room" he offered I accepted this generous offer, but not for the reason you think, I needed a place to stay!

The spare bedroom was exactly that, spare. It had a single bed in the centre of the room and nothing more. But I knew I should be grateful to the old geezer for letting me stay. I wasn't really tired but there wasn't much else to do, so I began undressing for bed, I slipped out of my T-shirt and pulled my shorts off, my boxers were clinging to me with sweat, it was so hot, I thought of taking them off too, but decided against it.

I lifted the thin cotton sheet and discovered that there was no pillow. I looked around the room aimlessly, but of course there was nothing else but a bed in the whole room. I thought of asking Mr McLean for a spare pillow, but he had been in his room for around half an hour, surely men his age fell asleep instantly? I couldn't wake him up. But I couldn't sleep without a pillow either. So I decided to try my luck I knocked on the door to the main bedroom very lightly, as if I was I was scared of waking him, when really if that's what it took then that's what I would have done.

"Come in" the reply was instant, so I guess he was awake. I crept in and told him about the pillow. He got out of bed to grab a spare pillow for me. As he flung the sheets off, my eyes widened with shock, he was stark naked. I looked down his body and realized that he was one hot hairy hunk, even his nuts were covered in sweaty hair, his soft cock was around 5". I imagined if his crack was just as hairy, it had to be... My cock was getting real hard, it was almost poking out through my thin boxers, I tried to hide my obvious excitement as he threw a pillow at me and told me to sleep tight. I got out of the room as quicker than you can say 'hot hairy hunk!'

Back in the 'spare' room, my erection was actually throbbing. I pulled my boxers off and lay on top of the bed, with my legs slightly spread. I ran a hand down my smooth chest and flat stomach, it felt good, I was so overcome with lust, grabbing my cock I began jerking it real slow, all the while imaging myself licking my way through the forest on Mr McLean's chest. Before long I was spewing a fresh creamy load all over the black cotton sheets covering the bed.

I woke up really early the next morning, rubbing my eyes for a moment I had no idea where on earth I was, then I saw the cum-soaked sheet between my legs and it all came back. I forced myself to get up and take a shower, my early morning erection soon subsided, thankfully. I headed downstairs after, thinking Mr McLean would still be asleep, bit afraid not, he was sitting on the table with a bowl of cereal, worse, he was only wearing shorts again and that hot hairy body was starting to make me hard again.

We greeted each other and he told me to have some breakfast, as I got down to eating he suddenly stood up and told me he was going to do the washing. Which meant he was going to get the bed covers that I had so lustfully soaked the previous nights. At first I didn't understand what this meant, then it suddenly struck and I was horrified, what if he realizes? Of course he will I came a bucket load too. I quietly went upstairs thinking maybe I could beat him to it.

As I tip toed over to the spare room, I noticed the door was wide open. Shit! I thought, he was already in there. As I stepped a little closer, I saw something that was definitely not what I expected. Mr McLean was sitting on the bed, with the cum-soaked cover in his mouth, his hand was inside the waistband of his shorts, and his eyes were closed. He was jerking off with my dried up cum in his mouth, wow!

He suddenly yanked his eyes open, as if he sensed me there. He looked right at me, but instead of feeling embarrassed or angry, he simply continued, he pulled his cockhead out of his shorts, I could see the precum glistening on the tip. My cock was as expected stretching my shorts, he kept his eyes fixed on me, my mouth was drying up, I licked my lips desperately just as Mr McLean stood up, his shorts fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. His cock must have been 9" it was huge, the hair all over his body was matted down with the sweat. He lowered his hand back onto his cock, stroking the full length, his loose hanging balls moved back and forth, with his spare hand he began scratching his hairy stomach.

He moved his gaze down to the tent in my shorts, there was a huge wet spot on the outside, he walked over to where I was rooted, his hand was caressing his cock all the while. As he came and stood in front of me, I reached out and took his nuts in my hand, I massaged them with awe, focusing all of my attention on the two hairy balls.

Then he got down on his knees, leaning forward he began licking my cockhead through my shorts, making the wet spot even wetter, his hot breath was making me stiffer still, he ran his hand up the back of my legs. I looked down at him, the view was hot, I saw past his broad shoulders down his muscular back, his hairy ass was sticking out, with his equally hairy calves spread out beneath.

He began to pull my shorts down inch by inch, as my pubic hair came into view, I felt his wet tongue slide over it, my cock poked against his throat as his hands cupped my butt cheeks. I was moaning with some urgency, yet he continued to linger. Finally he pulled my shorts all the way down, exposing my throbbing 7" cut prick.

He slid his tongue up the underside of my shaft and wrapped it around the head, sucking vigorously. Fuck! For a 65-yr. old dude he sure could suck! He swallowed more and more of my cock, deeper into his hungry mouth. I was finding it hard to hold back as his hand grabbed my nuts, he squeezed them tight while his head bobbed up and down my prick. I began fucking his face furiously, I was going wild...

I grabbed his head firmly in my hands pounded my cock into his mouth. He must have realized I was getting close, because I felt his middle finger brush against my hole. That was it for me, I felt myself tense up and one final thrust and my crotch was pressed against his face, my cock spewing deep down his throat, and he was swallowing it!

He pulled away, a few drops of cum spilling out of his mouth, my knees were weak I walked over to the bed and lay down. Watching him, as he stood up, his cock still fully erect, he was sweating even worse now, he walked over to the bed and climbed up, my soft cock stirred ever so slightly but didn't come back to life. I kept my eyes glued to his cock as he moved one leg over my body and kinda 'hung' himself above my face.

I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his hairy nuts, the sweat had practically stuck the hairs together, I licked both his loose-hanging nuts eagerly, my hand reached up and caressed his thighs, the precum from his cock was dripping onto my face, he wasn't touching his cock at all. I started to lick my way up onto his shaft but he pulled away, he rolled on to his back and lay down, he spread his legs wide and began caressing his man nipples, grinding his fingers through all that hair.

I sat up and moved between his legs, my hands stroked their way up his inner thighs as I kissed the tip of his leaking cock. It throbbed and grew, I held it firm at the base and began sucking it. As I developed a steady rhythm I felt his legs clasp around my back, I reached out and began playing with his nips as my mouth worked on his cock. The mixed scent of his sweat and my saliva was making me hard again, he must have felt my dick poke his thighs because he spread his legs wider. I knew then that I would be inside him in no time. This urged me to suck him faster, I played with his nuts as my mouth swallowed his cock.

"I'm gonna... cu..um!" he whispered, I slid his cock out of my mouth and began jerking it furiously, he groaned loudly and began to shoot, his cock exploded in my hand and the cum landed all over.

When he stopped shooting, I licked his cock clean, he was breathing like a maniac, he seemed exhausted, but the old fucker had got me hard again...I lifted his legs over my shoulder and moved my face closer to his ass, I stuck out my tongue and slid it through the sweaty hairy crack, the scent drove me wild, I continued licking him here for ages. He wasn't even moving, it was like he was totally gone. I brushed my tongue against his hole a few times and then slid the tip of it in, he let out a gasp and a soft moan as my tongue worked in and out, eating him. I had his crack and butthole completely soaked now, my tongue slid in all the way with ease.

I moved up and pointed my cockhead towards his butthole, I pressed against him and the tip of my cock slid in, he cried out, screwing his face. I grabbed hold of his leg, licking his inner thigh as I slid in further, I ignored his cries until I was completely inside him, my sweaty nuts pressing hard against his butt. I looked at the sweat glistening on his forehead, he was slowly adjusting to me... after a few moments I began penetrating him, I instantly hit the right spot, he was suddenly moaning in delight, his cock coming to life.

I fucked him nice and slow, didn't wanna hurt the old fellow. He had his eyes shut tight, the hair on his chest was matted down with sweat, I leaned forward and sought his hard nipple through all that hair, as my tongue swirled around his nipple he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed my face down, I bit his nipple and he growled, my cock was slowly sliding in and out of his manhole, I was struggling to breathe, his sweaty chest was suffocating me. I rammed into him hard and it hurt him, he let go of my neck and fucked him hard.

He opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and his mouth was open, moaning like a baby. I was getting closer, my balls were tight in my hairless sac, and my body was trembling as I fucked his hairy old ass raw. Suddenly my cock exploded inside him, I could feel each stream of cum snoot deep inside him. I looked down and saw the cream leak out of his hole, as my cock softened I pulled out and a whole load of cum spilled with it.

I was getting dressed like a madman, suddenly it all seemed too wrong, he was lying on his back, still breathing like he was having an attack, his cock was surprisingly semi-erect, I saw the cum stuck to his butt cheeks. The reason I felt so bad was even though id fantasized about hairy older men, id never had any. It seemed to perverted to me. I knew he wanted it and all, but ... I just felt funny.

Once I'd dressed I was on my way out. He called out my name, I turned to face him and he was stroking. Fuck! I thought does he ever stop, he reached down and flicked his finger over my cum stuck to his hairy butt, it was the cum that had been inside his ass a moment ago, he took his cum-covered finger and licked it, I felt my cock stir, I know I'm a horny fucker. The feeling of guilt was long gone especially when he said "cum back tonight, son."

written by lukhansonfuk

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