Happy Retirement: Late Nights

I admit 2 a.m. head is some of the best head you could receive, and I should've turned away, but Ben was asking for it. wor

"You just can't keep your hands to yourself," I joked.

He sucked me six hours earlier, and I mean so good that I had goosebumps 10 minutes after I came. I woke to find that beautiful, thick beard tickling my balls, and his wet mouth smothering my tip and shaft as I hardened immediately

"I can't get enough, baby," he said as he slurped me in the dark.

He was a proud cock whore, and I laughed after realizing how quickly we kicked it off.

He caught me at a moment I was overly vulnerable, just happy to be off from work and serviced after such a long day. Daddy Ben used that mouth to "patch me up," and bring back my spirits, with round two expected to be just as intense.

"You're doing all this, you must wanna be fucked," I asked.

He was basting my stick with his saliva, and massaging my pecker with a firm grip while I rubbed his scalp.

"Your oven hot," I asked.

"Really hot," he said, picking up on me referring to his hole.

He claimed young guys like me made him insatiable. I pronounced him as a natural whore, with traits were embedded in him long before these wee hours.

"Its guys like you, that make me trick like I do," he said.

"I just can't keep my mouth shut, I've always gotta have a cock in it, or something else.

The "something else" turned out to be my sack as he lapped at my nuts.

"Love your pretty balls," he sucked while sucking them individually.

I reached forward to slap his ass, causing him to grip tighter, and bob his head while moaning. I slapped it once more.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's your ass," he said to me.

He let go of my cock to look up and smile, then inched further to lay his lips on mine.

"I want it, Terry," he said as he rubbed my cock with his big hands, and let his tongue poke at mine.

Ben was an excellent kisser for I felt the lustful desire through his lips. He used the pair to tug away at mine, giving a slight tremble, and perfect timing with each smooch.

"You really want it," I asked as he now laid his hands on my chest.

"Make a promise you'll never share that ass with anyone else," I asked.

"I can't make any promises," he said with a giggle.

"Get on your back," I told him.

That sentence incited the monster in me, for in my mind, anything I fucked belonged to me. He willfully crawled to the other side of the bed to lay on his back, for he knew what was coming.

"That's right, give up that ass," I said as I made him adjust in order to put a pillow under him.

He raised his legs in the air, then held on to his ankles, and I spit in the middle of my right hand, then rubbed his hole before inching closer, and pushing my pulsating stick inside.

"Oh Terry, gotdamnnn," he wailed as his mouth was wide open.

Ben moaned and grimaced, asking me to go easy after I jammed it into his juicy cunt.

"Here we go," I said while feeling his fold awaken. "Now you take that dick."

I gave it the deepest I could give, and sat still while feeling his box quiver against my shaft and base. Ben's saturated hole didn't need lube as it naturally "soaked" after hitting that spot and couple times.

"Oh fuck, Terry," he said as the veins in his neck were showing.

I'd see him clenching and felt that hole tighten as he was having an assgasm.

"Gonna give my ass away," I said to him.

"Baby, I need cock," he uttered as I began to plow him.

I dove in repeatedly with the sound of his creamy hole getting pummeled. He whimpered while rubbing his nipples, and I felt that his hole dancing on my pole. I pushed my hips inward, and he'd scream, and so he pushed me out of him, for relief and discussion.

"That was deep," he said.

I did it again, jamming him harder as he gasped, and began breathing heavy. I pulled out once again, and repeated the action, but poking shallow, trying to brush against that prostate. I felt that pussy rubbing against my shaft as I tapped it, causing him to shiver after only a few long pokes.

"You're making my ass twitch and cum," he said as I beat up his sphincter.

I literally felt his twat nutting on my cock, the slippery sounds of me going in and out as confirmation while he clenched his grill. He breathed heavier the more I increased my thrusts, and I'd see the veins in his neck pop whenever I hit "that spot."

"Damn baby, listen to me beating that hole," I said to Ben as this was retribution for swallowing me earlier.

I was letting off steam at 2 a.m., trying to keep to my promise to Ben earlier to help him do the same.

"This my pussy," I asked again.

He wouldn't answer fast enough, and so I sped up the pounding to make him respond loudly.

"Yes, yes, oh my God, yes Terry, fuck me," he yelled.

He'd clench again, whimpering for good mercy as I beat up his hole.

"Pound me, baby. Pound me, deep," he said as my dick was the mallet, and his hole a bass drum.

Ben just drove me crazy as we had sex in our own funk.

"You wanted it, you got it," I said while tapping away.

John wet mouth in the middle of the night, I thought about how he woke me up with head, begging for this moment. He was right to call himself my trick for it felt like at the present time. I leaned forward more, with his feet now resting on my nipples, as I pounded deep and profusely. My balls were slapping his taint, and damn near his balls as we were "one" with each stroke. He whimpered to let out a few more ounces of man milk, and I felt the squeeze as he was releasing on my cock.

"I can suck that off for you," he said to me.

Instead I reached down to kiss him, to remind him he was in the present, and to thank him for trusting my big banana to split him.

"Cum for me? "Cum for me again," I told him as I pounded harder and faster.

I loved the sounds of our pelvis smacking, and his cummy hole stretching as he squealed and shrieked. He didn't need another lover, and I proved so when I awarded him my own man milk, plugging him deep while jizzing on his sphincter (I believe). He screamed, and I felt what I initially thought was piss; it would be cum. He let down his legs, and I laid on top of him, with his cum sticking on my chest and belly so I could make out with him.

"You are, just incredible," he told me.

I let him up to get us a towel, and he cleaned me off before himself. We cuddled and watched television briefly with me spooning him, while I'd cut off the set once he started snoring.

I, too, went to sleep, and said to myself "what did God sayin')