Marty Wingate’s heart pounded and his stomach lurched when he saw the blue light flashing in his rearview mirror. The quick whoop of the short siren was unnecessary as he had already pulled over to the side of the road. He pulled out his insurance card and drivers license having no doubt whatsoever as to why he was being stopped. He was speeding… Through his own neighborhood.
The motivation was real. The need to get there was valid. But nearly 20 miles an hour over? Maybe not.
“I assume you know why I pulled you over, sir”
“Yes, officer I do. I was going too fast.”
“Well, like my grandpa used to ask when we ran through the house, ‘where’s the fire?’”
Marty wanted to say “in my pants“ but he was already in too much trouble. Frank was going to be very angry.
The next two minutes were excruciating. Why does it always take so long to write out a violation? His fingers fidgeted on the steering wheel and he glanced in his side mirror a dozen times, hoping to see the slightly pudgy woman walking back towards his car.
The buzz in the dashboard cradle actually made him jump slightly. Sure enough, there was one message. And as feared it was from “HNF.”
Hung Neighbor Frank…
What up, cum slut? you not understand 8:00? Smiley face
Marty took a deep breath and decided the truth was best. Frank would probably know anyway.
I got pulled over for speeding
(Laughing face) If you weren’t such an eager cock whore you’d have known y’all had enough time!
Marty’s throbbing forehead rested on the dash and his throbbing cock strained like a trapped squirrel in a sack.
Tell Brenda, Frank says hi Shell tear it up.
Marty’s eyes were wide. He knew her? Oh my god, was she a fellow Frank-o-file? (Frank’s pet name for his cock corral). It was a small town but how would he know it was her who pulled him over?
When the cop returned she was explaining the ticket when Marty blurted out, “Franksayshi!”
The forty something froze then smiled, blushing slightly. “Son of a bitch.” As predicted she handed Marty his license and card and tore the violation into four pieces. “Y’all slow the fuck down…cock whore.” Then she turned and headed back to her unit, a bit more sway in her hips.
“Jeezusss…” Marty hissed out before slipping into drive and heading toward Frank’s.
Marty turned down his street, the headlights showing the swirling autumn leaves. Three houses before his own, he turned into the driveway of the simple ranch that the twenty-eight-year-old Frank had bought from his parents who had retired to Tampa.
He contemplated how he had gotten here.
Just divorced six months ago, fifty-four year-old Marty found himself desperate for sex. He tried some online apps but after 24 years of a relatively dull and childless marriage, he wasn’t interested in dating. And the sex chat girls always wanted money.
One night he stumbled on ‘Suck ‘r’ Swipe’ and was bummed it was for cock lovers. He went to close it and was surprised by how turned on he was by the hot guys.
He was actually surprised he even thought the term “hot guys.”
A three hour rabbit hole later that included two fantastic self-induced orgasms and he was a newly christened, albeit closet, bisexual. Maybe even straight ahead gay. Perhaps that was his problem with Agnes all these years.
Three bad meets and two weeks later, he had his first meet with Frank and found himself mesmerized by just how gorgeous this young stud was. A very short, dark beard and curly brown hair framed a rugged, handsome face. His 5’ 11” body was trimmed and athletic, and his ass was the finest Marty had ever seen, man or woman.
They met at a bar and Frank charmed Marty into coming back to his house. The older man was completely shocked when he saw which house it was and put two and two together. This was the son of his neighbors. The cocky kid who never waved hi and seemed way too full of himself.
Inside the house, Marty was able to confirm that what he imagined Frank‘s body to look like under his clothes was pale by comparison to reality.
He stripped with a confidence that said there’s not a person on the planet who wouldn’t want to watch this in slow motion.
Chiseled confidence.
And then there was the cock…The long thick cock. Fat head, right curve, full balls! Marty knew he was no match for the hypnotic draw it conjured.
They made out that night. Marty discovering that kissing a man was ten times better than kissing a woman.
He had always feared he was too rough with Agnes; Frank invited rough. They sucked each other‘s cocks, and Marty had his first “real orgasm” with another person: the kind that opened the door to reality and informed you it was never going to leave your memory.
He felt liberated. He felt devoted. He felt he needed to do everything he could to keep this young stud in his life.
After a few encounters, the younger, appropriately cockier stud informed the older man that he now “belonged” to Frank and Frank alone. He would not be allowed to masturbate, orgasm, or even kiss another person. He was now Frank’s to use as he saw fit.
Marty had protested, but soon realized as he knelt naked on Frank’s bedroom floor covered in the young man’s recent expulsion, that this was exactly what he wanted and where he wanted to receive it.
If this had been Frank’s plan, all along, Marty wasn’t in the least bit upset to have been snared in the trap.
Now he was pulling into Frank‘s driveway; often concerned that one of his neighbors knew exactly what was happening. Frank had pretty much told him that Marty was accurate in his trepidation. They knew.
Marty thought that Frank’s nonchalance was to intimidate and motivate, but after the experience with Brenda the cop, he knew there must be dozens of people serving this beautiful cock. Maybe one, two, or all of their neighbors were on the list.
At the front door. he took a deep breath. He knew not to knock.
He hurried right to the bedroom and stripped. He then went to kneel but was stopped by a hard slap on his right cheek.
“Dang, Marty boy! I should bottle that energy and sell it! ‘Cock Hunger’ energy drinks!”
Frank was behind the older man and stepped around and planted a delicious mouth seal of ownership on the round faced man. Marty moaned as they tongue wrestled.
Frank sat. In just a tank top and workout shorts he looked incredible. And he knew it. He reached forward and gave Marty’s desperation a few strokes.
“Oh my! Lil Marty is already dripping. Has he been a good boy?”
Marty’s body shivered. Frank’s words had an immediate effect. His average-sized “lil Marty” twitched and a drop of pre-cum fell on his big toe.
Marty managed a playful smile. “Y-y-yes he has. I waited to be with you.”
Frank looked at something on his phone. His voice was mockingly concerned. “Dang, according to the schedge, y’all ain’t cum in five days!”
Marty gulped. He was truly hoping this would be the day he would be allowed to finally have a Frank induced cum. Frank tossed his phone then pointed to his crotch. No oral instruction needed.
The older balding man knelt in front of his dominant lover. He knew what Frank liked. Kisses and touches and squeezes while still wearing his shorts. Marty slid his large hands up and down Frank’s thighs while nibbling, kissing, and mouthing the growing impressive bulge inside the younger man’s ridiculously tight shorts. He moaned through the fabric, attempting to persuade the large balls underneath to generate even more seed for him to swallow.
“Do it…” Frank said with a growl.
Marty moaned in appreciation and engaged the waistband. He slid the shiny blue shorts down impressively toned and hairless legs. He tossed them carelessly to the side, his focus only on the majestic beast protruding from the bottom of a row of chiseled abdominal muscles.
Marty’s hands slid up that washboard and began to fondle Frank’s nipples. The younger man moaned and laughed softly. “Oh yes, Marty. Good man.”
Marty shivered with the acclamation as his mouth connected with the beautiful sagging scrotum in front of him. He circled around each wrinkled orb, reveling in the textural contrasts. His hands continued to massage perfectly-chiseled, muscular outrageousness.
Frank took one of Marty’s hands and sucked the first two fingers. Marty paused for a moment, his breath caught. He loved when Frank did this. He also knew the reason. He took the wet hand and slid it behind his own body. He allowed Frank’s precious saliva to coat his own back door. His puckered star twitched at the moist intrusion.
With tongue flat and wet, he licked the underside of what he was sure was in the top ten cocks of all time. Not that he had any frame of reference he just liked to ruminate that this special connection between these two grown men went beyond the record books.
Frank gave an appreciative moan as Marty’s tongue circled the glans and flicked across the frenulum. His decent size mouth opened wide and he sucked in as much as he could on the first go. Over these months he had learned to take all of Frank down his throat and loved the accolades thrown at him as he pleasured this man.
He also knew to take it in increments. Not only to make it easier on his throat, but also to give this cock waves of increasing pleasure. He rather prided himself on his knowledge of such things.
Frank’s hands now gripped the back of Marty’s neck and the hair on top of his head. The twinges of pain in his scalp were welcomed as he pushed more cock into the back of his throat.
“Ohhh yes, Marty! Y’all are so fucking good at that. I think you’re going to kick Dennis off the number one pedestal.”
Marty moaned in appreciation. Dennis was a guy even younger than Frank who had joined them for Marty’s only threesome. He was a little too skinny for Marty‘s taste, but he really knew how to suck a cock. Marty had taken notes and had used almost every technique he had seen and felt that night.
The rhythm of Frank’s pulse filled his mouth with heat and pleasure. Their bond brought about hums over the flesh as the younger stud insisted on pushing into the back of the tight throat. The older man’s tongue circled as much as he could, as his cheeks hollowed. He was not to the base yet. But as history had proven, he would get there sometime tonight.
“Jesus! You’re a needy little thing tonight. Unghh- Feels amazing!”
Marty actually paused for a moment. Maybe tonight was the night he finally got fucked by this gorgeous cock. It had been a fantasy that once vivid was fading daily with lack of encouragement.
He popped off Frank and stroked with sloppy oral drippings. He decided to be a little extra in hopes of a fuck. He lifted Frank’s cock, which caused his balls to rise enough. There was Frank’s shaved and cleaned asshole winking at him. Marty dove in with a gusto he had not explored before. It was glorious a make out section with this sexy man’s sweet brown and pink star.
Frank threw his head back and laughed in sexual pleasure. “Hoooly fuck Marty, y’all’re a sweet little horny thang, aren’t you? Jesus this feels good!!”
He grabbed the balding head and shoved it deeply into his ass. Instinctively, Marty shoved his thick tongue inside his lover. He moaned deeply, the muscles and membranes, squeezing invitation.
Just when he thought he was going to get a his face stuck between these nutcracker buttocks, Frank gave his hair a sharp tug and pulled his face away.
“Get your naked ass on this bed. All fours little doggy. Time to get fucked!”
Marty literally leapt into place, his entire nervous system lit like a strip club in Atlanta!
Frank was charged and ready. He spit on Marty‘s ass crack and let it drip down into his asshole. He swirled his finger, then spit on his own cock head.
Marty actually held his breath, shocked that it was finally happening. Shocked that he was about to become the fuck hole he always wanted to be. He had had many toys and plugs in his ass over these few months. Frank often made him go to and from work wearing one all day.
But now he was going to have flesh, steel-hard, throbbing, hot flesh, touching parts of his body, never meant to have contact.
It was one of the greatest moments of his life.
Frank was gritting. “Hold on to the sheets my fuck hole, lover boy!”
Marty had read about and seen many videos of the moment when a fat cock head pushes into an anus for the first time. The pain and the stretch were nothing as anticipated.
“OHHH FUCK Frank! It’s-it’s too big!”
“Relax, cock whore. Just breathe. I’m almost half way. Fuck yes.”
“Oh god, oh god… it’s splitting me open!”
“I said relax, Marty. Don’t be such a drama queen. Y’all’re doing beautifully, Babe.”
It was just the right amount of praise for Marty to hear. He was breathing rapidly and trying his best to relax the muscles that wanted to only push back. In a few minutes with a few well-placed jabs and some more spit, Frank was finally all the way inside. Marty’s head had collapsed onto the bed and he groaned deeply while drooling.
Part satisfaction, part sear, it was a feeling of being completely filled. A painful feeling he was not unhappy with. It felt right.
He winced. “Frank…it’s so…good!”
“Attaboy!”
The thrusting was deep, deliberate, and delicious. Their balls met with each pendulum thrust. Marty’s smaller cock flopped in the breeze of the room, his thighs sprinkled with his own fluids. This was everything he ever imagined. Save one detail, he wished they were kissing.
As if reading his mind, Frank pulled out, admiring the lovely gape he left in his older lover.
Marty fell to his side, a look of disappointment on his sweaty red face. Without saying anything, Frank smiled with deviant lust as he grabbed Marty’s leg and lifted it.
Now on his back, the older man pulled his larger legs up, allowing easy access.
Frank bent down and granted Marty the ultimate compliment. A soft sexy kiss filled with promise and passion. “Yer a great fuck…”
Soon back inside, Frank wasted no time pushing open the shockingly white thighs of his lover. He forcefully focused all of his muscular energy into his core and out his cock. The sounds were lewd and lustful and delicious.
“Holy fuck, Marty! I don’t know why I waited so long. Your ass is incredible. Fuck yes- I love how easily you take me. Damn - unghh! Grab that little cock. I want you to come when I fill you! But not before I say!”
All Marty could do was nod. lost in the throws of the debauchery. He followed instruction and jerked his surprisingly stiff cock. For some reason, it actually felt bigger tonight. His other hand squeezed up Frank’s delicious bicep. His younger lover bent down and they met in another scorching kiss. Marty loved how this man took him. How he, dare he say it, made love to him.
Marty was close and slowed down, remembering the instructions not to give in to orgasm without permission.
Frank leaned back heading towards his finish line. He was grunting, moaning, and calling out every dirty word he could think of. Marty just panted and grunted!
“Close, Marty boy! Fucking CloOOse!”
“Give me your cum Frank! Take me! Make me yours!”
Frank surprised himself by how turned out he was by Marty’s request. His body stiffened and he plunged deeply into the tight bowels of his older lover.
“AHHH FUUUUCK!”
The explosion inside of Marty’s body triggered his own. His balls contracted, and he shot spurt after spurt of his own thick ejaculate all over his belly and chest. The satisfaction of his orgasm nearly caused him to black out.
“Yesss! oh Frank!”
After the two had finished, Frank dropped forward, his tense body now meeting Marty’s sweat and come. The kisses were hard, aggressive, and used a lot of teeth.
Finally, Frank’s mouth released Marty and the older man gasped in a breath. Frank‘s body finally softened, and he rolled off, leaving a dripping maw between Marty’s ass cheeks.
Marty was in heaven.
Frank stretched his tight body and turned on an elbow. He scooped up some of Marty’s cum and fed it to him. Marty welcomed it.
Frank said softly, almost lovingly, “I didn’t have to make you mine Marty, you already were.”
He gave Marty one last kiss, then a slap on the belly to remind them of their real power dynamic. He jumped up and headed for a piss.
“Time for some refreshments, old man. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Marty closed his eyes and smiled as he allowed his legs to relax. The burning in his ass that was currently gushing another man’s semen informed him that he was exactly where he needed to be.
Agnes who?
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Peace, Matt
