Message-ID: <58051asstr$1219003802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAsAhQ8vc32rCldqFyootdMddiMeu7BYwIUDgndeHVgWA8G88jCQMHjtXJZKsA= From: Hteller@webtv.net (H. Teller) X-Original-Message-ID: <20668-48A799F6-14342@storefull-3171.bay.webtv.net> Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: Quoted-Printable X-WebTV-Stationery: Standard; BGColor=white MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2008 20:24:38 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} JACK'S BUTT M(45)/M(27) anal, anal-oral, robbery, prostitution Lines: 393 Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2008 16:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/58051> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, emigabe I remember that night way back in 1974 or so, with Elton John's "Benny and the Jets,' Maria Mauldar's "Midnite at the Oasis," John Denver's "Sunshine on the water" and Billy Joel's "Piano Man" playing on the car radio. I must have circled the block twenty times checking out the seats of those young street urchin's butts, mostly in bell bottom pants. No doubt many of those kids were high school drop outs 15, 16, 17, 18 + years old. As long as the cops weren't around I was tempted to lower my age standard that night. My 45 year old balls were full of cum and nearly bursting. I didn't have time to go to a bar and play games with the old guys who didn't have what I wanted to begin with. The twenty something crowd who had money was mostly stuck up and prone to avoiding a 40+ daddy like me, unless he was so ugly himself nobody else wanted him. I figured the only way to get what I want, I'd have to pay for it. I kept a sharp eye for the cops, especially when I stopped to talk to that big 16 year old blonde named Ricky with the the semi-tight no pockets white jeans on and nice squared off muscle butt. I asked him, "Say kid, you take it up the ass?" Ricky said, " Hell no dude, I cain't let you pack my shit dude. Cain't take that hardcore fag stuff. You can suck my dick for twenty." I moved on quickly and saw several skinnier kids but at least they were older at 19, 22 and 23 but one smelled too bad, another was stoned and the last had a behind on him that was just too damned flat. The frustration was building and cops cars were coming by more often, probably taking license numbers of johns mostly because they had little else to do. To make matters worse they were a higher numbers of obvious looking juvies out, and except for that big 16 year old with the nice muscle butt kid named Ricky, most didn't interest me. Then about 3 AM a tall black haired 190 lb pound well built, incredibly handsome man who looked older than the usual street punks that hung out down there, stood right on the corner next to the doorway of a closed restaurant. I circled one more time, checking out his well formed high set muscular bubble buns in tight Levi jeans #501s, hoping to beat the other johns to him, and also hoping he wasn't a cop. I then stopped right at the light and rolled down the window of my brand new Lincoln and asked, "Wanna talk business buddy." He glared back at me with his coal black super handsome eyes and said in his Appalachian Tennessee accent, "Sure thing buddy." Then he came right over to the passenger side of the car. I said to him right away, "Better get in and let's talk somewhere else 'cause the cops are out real heavy tonight." He opened the door and I watched his muscular ass stretch the already tight denim cloth, as he sat down. An almost electric 'zing' ran through my groin as I watched him in the bright night street light. His face was more pretty than ever. The white sleeveless T-shirt showed off big bulging deltoids and biceps, backed up by powerful triceps and huge forearms. While my groin stirred, I thought to my self, "Damn this big hillbilly superman could probably snap my old 45 year old frail 5'8" neck in a tiger's second. Maybe I'll just give him something for his time and let him go now." I was horny but scared as hell. Making nervous but casual conversation, I said, "So What's yer name and whatcha up for?" "Well I'll do most everything for a price, but none of that S&M shit. You ain't gonna tie me up and stuff and I ain't gonna eat your butt or suck your dick, but you can eat mine" he said without mentioning his name. I was just relieved by now he was a real hustler and not a cop. He sounded experienced and maybe gay. No doubt he was powerful, but lust came over me when he smiled with that handsome cowboy like face and said, "Oh by the way, my name is Jack." GOWD was his accent sexier than crazy shit, I thought. With compulsion I reached over and felt his hard muscled left thigh and asked, "So what do you charge if I plow yer pucker." Jack said, "Oh that... well hell that will cost ya' an extra 20 bucks." My cock got rock and aching just at the thought of having my big old rod buried in his beautiful man ass flesh. "Geezus those beautiful shaped man bunz," I thought. As I drove on to the motel I asked, "Well how old are ya Jack?" Jack responded, "27, almost 28 come next week." I didn't want to ask too much more but I guessed he was a jail bird and probably dangerous but he seemed tame tonight. I was willing to risk it. When we got to the cheap hotel room I rented, I remember letting him in first as I turned the light switch on by the door. His looks and physique did not disappoint me in the bright light. He had the best cocky bowl legged walk in those tight jeans with the seam that ran snug up the muscle bubble butt's crack. I could not take my eyes off that seam checking out the asscheeks that flanked it. I asked him, "Wanna drink? I got a big bottle of scotch here with some club soda and a six pack of beer." "Sure, I'll take a beer," he responded and then sat down in a chair right along side the bed. I downed my scotch and he drank his beer, while I felt up his thighs and tried to kiss him in the face, but he stopped me and said, "Oh I fer got to tell ya, I don't let dudes kiss me in the mouth.". That's strange I thought, he's gonna let me plow his beautiful behind but he won't let me kiss him? Then I realized this guy was straight and it was just for the bucks. Some straight guys will take it up the ass but they don't really like it. I didn't want ask too many other questions about his preferences, just as long as he let me between those luscious man gluts. I asked, "Can you stand up and take down your jeans and undies?" Jack said "Sure thing dude" and stood up nearly peeling off those tight jeans, which had no underwear underneath. His penis was flaccid and looked thick and long for a softy, His muscular pop-out veined bowl legs were modestly hairy, with his muscle gorgeous bubble butt smooth and extra hard. They resembled two Santa Claus oval melons, that separated on a 'V' angle at the bottom. His ass crack was nearly smooth and sparse with hair. I sat on the side of the bed and pulled his butt next to my face and just starred at his cheeks, then I began to sniff closer to his crack. He smelled of Irish Spring soap, back there. I put my nose right next to his pucker and smothered my face next to his pretty buns anug tight. Gowd how I love to feel a man's beautiful ass flesh next to my face like that. My dick jumped and throbbed oozing pre-cum. I tickled his clean salty pucker only a little with my tongue. I kept stroking my own meat as I snuggled with his powerful well shaped man behind. His back was wide and also muscular with a wide chest and washboard abdominals. His hands were callous on his extra long almost monkey like pop-out veined arms. "Oh Jack, oh Jack, oh beautiful Jack," I moaned as I pressed my five o'clock shadow on his perfect shaped man hiny cheek. Oh baby, it was cheek to cheek.... Then I rose to my feet and copped more feels of that fine backside, pressing my dick against his the back of his left muscular thigh, and asked, "Could you lay on yer belly fer me Jack?" Jack said, "Sure man, but if you decide to stick me, grease it up good and take it the fuck real slow dude and remember that's fuckin' extra on top of the twenty you were gonna pay me, OK?" I answered back, "Oh sure thing Jack, sure thing." Hell he didn't know it, but I would have paid that pretty dumb fucker 100 bucks to sink into his guts, with my ol' nine incher in those days. He'd seen my big old rod and didn't holler out any objections. Gowd did I want inside his butthole real bad. I craved the feeling of a young guy's assflesh encasing my hard aching dick. Jack laid face down with his two butt melons protruding off his hard muscular legs and small 28 inch waist. Again I made a tongue dive between his cheeks and smothered my face against those powerful protruse booty muscle cheeks. As I pressed my own thick nine inch dick on the sheets below, I could feel my own old flat behind clamp tight with lust tension. Jack seemed so relaxed and unbothered by me kneading at his rump and pulling the buttocks apart just giving my nose a good nuzzle over and over. The real moment of truth was arriving, as I reached over the side of the bed and got a small tube of K-Y Jelly and put a glob of the lubrication right on his pucker. He reached back with his own hand and took the tube squirting a generous amount then fingered it into his own butt's hole. I just watched further realizing he'd done this before. Jack said, "Now you can stick me dude, but go the hell slow, or I'll fuckin' throw you off, OK?" I anxiously anchored my cock's head right at Jack's waiting pucker and gently nudged it, waiting for a response from him. I didn't not want to loose my chance to get inside the gutts of a pretty ass like Jack's, so I asked for Jack to guide it in himself. "Jack why don't you put it in at yer own pace?" I said. He grabbed at my shaft and pushed his big muscular bubble buns upward pressing his pucker on my cock head. Then I felt that familiar hotness of a man's bowels began to encircle my cock head then my shaft. Jack's face turned as red as a beet and he grunted loud, saying " EH AWL---EHHH--OH SHIT YER FUCKIN' DAMNED BIG OLD DUDE----YIKES THAT MUTHA FUCKA---SHIT IT HURTS. Oh but by the time I felt Jack's buns pressing upward toward my crotch, I could feel his ass rim at the base of my dick shaft, GOWD was Jack's rectum hot inside and I blurted out, "Geezus, Jack yer insides feel good on my dick." I still hesitated to just let go and dig in him deep unless he said so. His face was still red and the difficult frown had not left his handsome face. However I did lower my torso to be snug close to his back and place my arms under his armpits, with my big old hard dick throbbing greatfully in his asshole. I kissed the back of his neck and whispered, "Can I fuck you know?" "Nah, just hold off a second or so, I gotta fuckin' stretch out some more. That fucker you got 'tween your legs ain't no child's dick dude. It's a fuckin' animal's penis and shit. That sucka hurts" he answered. I tongued the bitter wax from his ear slobbering and kissing the side of his face and back of his neck. He'd didn't protest. My dick was now deep in his hot good feeling butthole still motionless and aching. He let out a sigh then said,"I guess you can fuck me now, but real slow at first OK dude, or I'll jump ship on ya and kick you off." I began to slowly grind my hips in a circular motion and asked, "OK so far, huh?" grind----slow grind---slow grind----slow----grind dig shallow dig--slow grind Jack had that difficult grunting looking look again but he said, "OK fer now." I thought I could tell he hated it as much as I anxiously loved it. I knew from getting butt fucked when I was 19, that if the top man takes it slow at first, that colon smooths out, and the ass fucker can really start a good jack-off job in the rectum later on. I just patiently waited for him to give me permission. But it was so frustating and my balls were heavy as heck. I needed to shoot a big nut real bad and I was already buried to the hilt inside this gorgeous bubble butt hustler's hot bowels.. It was a dilema of difficult temptation to not just let go and plow, but I kept my discipline. pump---pump slow pump---pump---pump-----pump----pump---slow-plump I picked up the pace just a tiny notch and he began to grunt more. Then Jack said, "Get off of me a second or two dude. We gotta change positions." Jack got up to his knees and said, "Stand on the side of the bed and do me doggy style." I said to myself, "Heck I was beginning to think this big guy was straight but now he says, "Do me doggy style?"" I eagerly complied as those melon fleshed buns spread ever so nicely, showing that smooth opened up pucker I had just exited. I put my cock right back inside, this time with ease. Gowd was it so soft and hot inside. The butt's fleshy 20 something smooth cheeks began to shake as I began to strike them with the front of my wiry old hard 45 year old thighs. I looked down to see Jack stroking his own rapidly rising big cock. No doubt he was gay, even if he didn't admit it to me. Jack liked getting fucked for sure. pump---pump---pump----pump----hiny jiggle-----pump---pump----pump---hiny jiggle---- Then I remembered I had a fresh bottle of poppers in the drawer next to the bed with the lube, so I paused and pulled them out, and took a whiff. Jack smelled them and said, "Yeah poppers dude, gimmee some." I let him hog the bottle, as he said, "Go on old dude, fuck it.... yeah fuck it real good mutha fucker." I got a good grip on those young muscular hips and began to pound his big muscle booty, making a flesh to flesh sound that filled the whole room. His hiny cheeks just 'rippled.' POP-----POP------POP-----POP-----POP----POP----POP----POP----POP----POP---- DIG wiggle GRIND-----POP----POP----POP--- DIG GRIND-----POP----POP----POP----POP----POP----POP---- DIG DEEP DIG DEEP....POP---POP---POP---- Now I could feel my old nine incher swelling fast, as Jack's medium cut head hair shook and the flesh of his oval muscle buns buckled against my old wiry hard thighs. Yep they were indeed 'buttfucker's thighs,' making connection to another young male's backside for sheer lust and pleasure of my big hard old cock. I was beating off his his butthole and my nut was rising fast.. PUMP----PUMP----PUMP---POP----POP---POP---POP---POP---POP---POP---POP---POP---PUMP---PUMP----PUMP----PUMP---- I'm sure I was turning red as a beet as Jack too had a difficult look on his face. I grinded my teeth and curled my lips AND CLAMPED my own buttcheeks tight. I jerked my head back and roared, OHGUH-----ONGUH----ONGUH----ONGUH----ONGUH---ONGUH----ONGUH---ONGUH----ONGUH------ONGUH Man was I shootin' in his butt. I was pissin' more dick snot in Jack's beautiful muscle ass than a frat boy pisses urine on a Sunday morning, after a Saturday night beer bash. No doubt he felt the gush in his guts and hard dick pulse on his butt rim. My heart pounded as I collapsed on his strong back, then he bucked me off and to the side and I left his sphincter a gaping hole oozing big globs of my sperm. As I lay there panting, exhausted, Jack said to me, "Dang it dude, you fuckin' flooded my asshole, with your baby juice. I thought for sure you were peeing in my butt. I fuckin' whipped an old grey dude's ass once for that nasty shit." "How's about you just pay me my forty now and I'll get the hell outta dodge" he said as he wiped the cum in his butt crack on the bed sheet and began quickly putting on his jeans. I went for my wallet in my pants by the bed and pulled out two twenties. He saw my stash of big bills and said, "Dang it you old fart, your're fuckin' loaded.' Then he took the wallet from my hand and balled up his fist and said, "Don't you try nuthin' you old rich bastard or I'll hurtcha real bad." I saw that big bicep curl and easily cowered, letting him have all eighteen hundred dollars and the wallet. 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