Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2004 13:14:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: perfesser
Subject: This Old Man

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The following is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
If you are under 18 or are offended by stories of a sexual nature, STOP NOW.

This story takes place in a FANTASY world with no AIDS or STDs.
In the REAL world AIDS and STDs can kill you.
Protect yourself!!!!
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For some time now, sitting in our small college town, I have been
frustrated that my body no longer admits I am a teenager.  Let's be honest,
I haven't been nineteen for over forty years, but my mind still thinks I'm
young.  On the other hand, my body loudly growls and grumbles every time I
get out of a chair or climb stairs.  At sixty, I can no longer run with the
"big dogs" but my mind races everywhere.

So here I am, smack dab in the middle of a college community ... with
oodles of chippies and young studs running half-naked around the
neighborhood ... and all I get to do is watch and dream (and believe me,
the "dreamer" works fine).  What to do, what to do.

I came up with the great idea from a car ad on TV.  The ad shows college
kids bouncing off the walls of their dorm room and into this mix a guy
enters the door and asks, "So who ordered the Saturn?"  Of course, in the
background is the student who was on the Net and had ordered himself a new
car.

But it got me thinking.  What does every college kid crave?  What does
every Jack or Jill want?  How could I provide the opportunity to make their
dreams come true?

I went over to Naddio's Pizza and ordered a large pizza with everything on
it.  Then I headed for the campus.  More particularly, I headed for one of
the boys' dorms.  I just wandered down the hall carrying the pizza, and
when the "vibe" was ripe, I knocked on a door.  Someone inside opened.

He was adorable, dirty blonde hair, about 5' 10" in a t-shirt and boxer
shorts, with bare feet and a killer tan.  There were three other guys
huddled around a computer monitor and talking.  "So, who ordered the
Blow-Job?" I asked it like the pizza guy would have been asking,
"... pepperoni pizza."

There was a pregnant silence.  Then two of the guys started laughing,
another began walking toward me, and the blonde just reached out and took
the pizza box.  "Here," he said, "let me take this off your hands.  And
damn if you're serious, I'm first."  He handed the box off to the kid who
had come from the computer desk.  He was dark haired, a little shorter than
the blonde, but had a face that radiated 'take me I'm yours.'  The other
two guys went silent, but one poked the other on his shoulder.

"I've never done this before, guys," I admitted, "but I'm up for anything.
Just help cheer up the pizza-man, and the pie's on me."

"What about the Blow-Job?" the blonde pouted.

"Oh, that too," I laughed ... just drop your drawers and let's get to it."

He took my hand and led me into the other room, apparently their sleeping
area.  There were two sets of double bunks, braced up with what appeared to
be dressers and tall wardrobe closets.  The room was cramped and smelled a
little gamey ... obviously men's quarters.  Then blondie fell back on a
bottom bunk and pulled my hand to his crotch.

His penis was stiffening and tented the front of his boxers.  "Help
yourself," he spread his legs.  I knelt between them and began fondling the
bulge he offered me.

The darker haired kid had followed us into the room and stood by the
doorway, his back to the others.  He just smiled at us.

Blondie's prick was stiff now and poked at the fly in his boxers.  I had
reached up the one pantleg and was massaging his balls and the base of his
cock.  He was quietly moaning.  I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his
cock into my mouth and gummed it through his shorts.

Then I slipped his boxers down his legs and off, tossing them to the other
guy, and kept stroking his dick with my hand.  I leaned back in and began
kissing his pecker and licking the tip.  In a few seconds a droplet of
pre-cum rose out of the eye of his dick and I licked it off.  At that point
the dark-haired kid sat on the bunk at blondie's shoulder.

I ran my palm over the boy's flat belly and toyed with the trail of hair
than lay below his navel.  The dark-haired boy leaned in and began to rub
blondie's chest.  I took his cock into my mouth and began to slurp on it,
and he put a hand on my head and stroked my grey hair.  Then I felt the
other hand of the dark-haired boy on my shoulder; he was rubbing my neck
and blondie's pecs and slowly working his palm down his buddy's flat belly.

I was able to take his stiff prick completely into my mouth and throat
... he was maybe six inches and a nice girth ... and I worked my lips up
and down on it, swiping my tongue under the head from time to time (he
growled his pleasure every stroke or two).  Then I felt the hand of darkie
as he wrapped his fingers around the base of the blonde's cock.  When I
dropped down I was kissing the back of his hand, and when I drew back I was
sucking the bulb of blondie's knob.  The dark-haired boy squeezed a little
and made short strokes on the cock.

I slid my free hand up the nearer leg of the dark-haired boy and found his
pants had been opened and the tops folded over.  I found the bulge of his
cock and began to massage it through his exposed briefs.  The blonde was
beginning to squirm under us and lift his ass from time to time, trying to
hang on to his soon climax (or maybe trying to push deeper into my mouth).
The dark-haired kid was rubbing the back of my neck and shoulders more
rhythmically now.

Then it happened.  The blond lifted his ass and his legs tensed.  He almost
lifted my off my knees as well.  His cock surged, swelling in my throat,
and he delivered one sweet and large load into my mouth.  Ah ... beautiful,
savory boy-juice.  I swallowed (I'd be a fool not to) and sucked him as he
softened.  "Ah, damn!" was all he could mumble after he'd gotten his
breath.

He took his buddy's hand and kissed it gently.  "Thanks, Sam," he said, and
then slid himself up toward the end of the bed, out from under my face and
chest.  The other boy stood for a quick moment alongside the bed; and then
he took the blonde boy's place.

This boy was a bit stockier than the first and so was his dick.  It was
close to the same length but with a thicker shaft and a flared head.  I
kissed it.  I licked it, especially under the hood at the point there the
head is grooved and hangs over the puffy underside of the shaft.  When I
pursed my lips and kissed him there he'd grunt and sometimes twitch.  His
one hand continued to stroke my neck and the back of my head.  And when I
finally sucked the whole thing into my mouth he exhaled deeply and sighed,
"O God" with a guttural "Uhhh!"

I hadn't noticed but the other two boys had come into the room.  One was
laying on the bottom bunk across from us; the other was standing behind my,
one foot between my upturned feet as I suckled this boy's fine cock while
on my knees at the bedside.

I backed off 'till just that flared head was in my mouth; then I'd plunge
down and take the whole shaft in my throat.  The boy groaned a deep and
throaty groan.  Soon both his hands were on my head and he tried to work my
mouth on him by 'steering' me up or down or side to side.  "I've got a real
live-wire here," I thought to myself and I pulled off him (against pressure
on my head to stay and suck) and I lifted his balls in one hand and hefted
his cock with the other.

"Spread 'em," I whispered, and drove my tongue down to lick that special
spot just beneath his balls.  When I hit it right, he let go of my head and
cupped his hands in back of each knee and pulled his legs up, rolling his
ass toward me as well; so that I could lick his 'taint and suck his balls.
One at a time I pulled them into my mouth and rolled them carefully with my
tongue.  And each time his stomach tightened and he flinched, his knees
pulling up a little as he jerked and grunted.

Behind me I felt a hand under my ass.  That boy was rubbing me and rubbing
himself against my back at the same time.  The boy on the other bunk had
his pants pushed down around his knees and was slowly stroking an
unbelievable hardon, pulling his hand up slowly over the glans and even
more slowly down toward his fur-covered balls.

Then the dark-haired boy said it, "Can't hold it," he grunted, "Here
comes... aaaaaahhh."  I clamped my mouth over the tip of his cock just as
he fired round one ... a thick, salty/sweet volley of cum.  Then his prick
jerked and he fired two three four five.  "Oh God," he moaned.  His cock
swelled again and two more times it jerked out cum.  "Holy shit," he
growled.  And a few drops more leaked into my mouth.

I licked the tip (he winced, "shit that's sensitive") and sucked the whole
thing into my mouth one more time.  "Aw damn."  And let it plop onto his
belly.

The boy behind me had managed to unzip my pants and get his hand into my
slacks.  He was squeezing my cock and all but yelled over my shoulder, "Me
next."

"Like fuck!" the boy across the way shouted.  But in a split second the kid
had outmaneuvered his roommate and worked himself between me and the bed.

"Let an old man stretch is weary legs, boys," I asked as I pulled myself
upright in front of him.  "There's really enough to go around."

"Besides," the kid on the bunk mumbled, "he's saving the best 'till last."

"Like fuck," his pal chided, "He wants me next."  He was holding his
erection and pushing his jeans to the floor, stroking his hand up over the
shiny head and smiling from ear to ear.

I took his schlong, maybe seven inches all told (it was bigger than the
other two boys') and began stroking it as I knelt in front of him.  It was
thinner that the last boy's, maybe as big around as the first's (Blondie).
The head was triangular, long and tapered so that the ridge did not flare
out.  His circumcision scar was wide and pink, making the whole thing look
like three short dicks end to end ... a soft brownish shaft, the
pink-scarred section, and the long glans.  But it tasted wonderful.

I licked and sucked and rode that tin for more than five minutes when all
of a sudden (he had made no sounds up to this point), he shouted (no,
screamed), "Holy fuck!" and jerked the thing down my throat.  He blew maybe
five heavy spurts into my mouth ... too much to hold it all ... and some
dribbled out the sides and down my chin.

"My God," the boy on the bunk beside me said, "He can't hold it all.  Pull
out, you're going to drown the man."  But I started to laugh and sprayed
half his cum back on his chest and crotch.

"Sorry," I whispered and tried to lick some of it off ... it was sweet, no
salt at all, and was thick and creamy white.  The boy just stood there and
smiled down at me.

"Now me," the fourth boy rolled over on his back.  He had been patiently
watching on his side.  His stroking was over ... it was time to get down to
the business at hand (every pun intended).

His heavy cock lay up over his pubic mound, a gentle hillock or dark
bramble and curly vine which ran all the way to his navel, a few hairs
danced between his breasts, too.  His erection was over eight inches long.
It was as heavy as the dark-haired boy's (Sam?) and the head flared inside
a thick and un-cut foreskin.  Just the reddish tip showed.  He smiled up at
me.  I could do nothing but smile back.

Had I not already been on my knees I would have dropped from the weak-kneed
sensations I was feeling in my gut.  This boy was as beautiful as the other
three, but somehow he seemed more delicious.  I was drooling.

I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips (I'd never kissed another man
before).  The tip of his tongue slipped out and drew across my lips, so I
touched it with mine.  I kissed his Adam's apple and on down his throat.  I
touched a nipple, but kissed on down his chest and over his marvelously
tapered belly.  I kissed his navel and licked the pleasure trail of fur
until I could withhold no longer.  That's why I kissed the glans and slowly
sucked around the tip and foreskin.

I drew the whole thing into my mouth and worked the foreskin up and around
the head of his cock.  Then I pulled back and admired his cock.  With one
hand I drew the foreskin back and down the shaft and with the other I
cupped his perfect balls.  Then I sucked the head of his dick into my mouth
and took a couple inches of the shaft into my throat.

I looked up; the boy was smiling into my eyes.  He made no sound, but his
butt cheeks flexed and upper legs tensed.  I began to work up and down the
shaft, trying to take more and more into my mouth.  I swirrled my tongue on
the underside of his prong.  I drew deeper and felt the head hit the back
of my throat and almost barfed on him.  I gagged, choked slightly and held
my breath.  Then I went back for more.

Within minutes I was able to take it all into my mouth.  I could feel the
head pressing tightly into my throat.  And when he flexed it, I could feel
the foreskin shifting a little like an extra tube around it.  There is no
taste to describe this marvel ... it was smoothe and hard, strong and weak,
tough and soft, and all at the same time.  I wanted to stay here with this
boy and pleasure him until I could pleasure him no more.

I felt another hand on my own cock (I'd forgotten how the last boy had
managed to get into my pants).  It was the blonde kid and number three.
They were trying to pants me and play with my tool.  I pulled myself up
enough to let them drop my drawers to the floor and the one boy slipped
down in front of me and began licking my five inches.

I turned sideways enough to give him his freedom on my dick and leaned in
to continue on the other kid.  He was pressing himself into my face,
fucking me slowly with his beautiful boner.  From time to time I'd pull
almost off him and just work the foreskin between my lips or nibble on it.
Then I'd deep throat him and suck for all I was worth, coaxing for more.

And then it hit me ... my own climax.  I was cumming and cumming like never
before.  I glanced down to see this boy's face surrounding my cock; and he
was swallowing every drop.  And then the prick in my own mouth began to
surge.

The boy pumped gallons in me (well, it seemed like it), spurting and
jerking his sticky fluid until I could hardly swallow and struggled
breathing.  And then it was over.

We had all cum.  We had all relieved ourselves.  We were spent!

After we'd cleaned up, the boys invited me to share a cold pizza (wonder
where they'd gotten it?) and asked if this was going to be a regular
delivery from now on.  I gave them my private number and told them if they
ever wanted pizza again to just call and order it from me.  "I assure you,
gentlemen," I promised, "any time you call, you will get the kind of
service you got tonight."

Ah, college, tomorrow night ... the girls' dorm!

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Around 4:30 it dawned on me that every coed wants two things
... non-fattening sweets and a man to eat her out, so I headed off to
Krispy-Kreme and picked up two dozen assorted doughnuts.  Around 9:15 I
headed to one of the girls' dorms on Praddock University campus.  But which
one.

Flipping a coin in the parking lot, I headed toward The Cloisters, a dorm
for high-achieving mid and upper class women.  There would be no freshmen
(fresh women?) here, only horny upperclass females.

I did the same thing I did in the men's dorm.  I paced the halls 'till I
felt I was where I should be (nobody questioned the old man carrying two
boxes of Krispy Kremes), and finally knocked on a door.  There was an
explosion of giggles on the other side and then the latch turned.

A short young redhead in skirt and white blouse greeted me with a cheery
smile.  "Can I help you?" she asked.

"On the contrary," I said, "I'm here to help you.  I've brought two dozen
Doughnuts and a mouth willing to eat all the pussy you can find."

She stared at me, 'till one of the other young girls behind her shouted,
"For God's sake, don't kick him out."  She pushed past the redhead and
courtesied, "Welcome, bearer of good things; can I offer someone for you to
eat?"

I walked into the room to find a total of five young ladies who were
apparently in the middle of some kind of serious discussion or study
process.  Two were blondes, one was a black girl with extremely short hair,
one was the brown-haired "pixie" who invited me in, and of course the
redhead.  All were relatively short young women ... five feet to maybe
five-three or four (I guess like seeks like in these cases).  All were
petite, cute, smiling, and casually dressed.  Only the redhead was wearing
a skirt.


The black girl was wearing exercise clothes, a lightweight sweatsuit and
white pullover top.  The "pixie" was dressed in what looked like men's
boxer shorts (including a gapping fly) and a loose fitting man's dress
shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.  One of the blondes was
wearing shorts and a skimpy top; the other was wearing slacks and a t-shirt
that said "Fuck Off Asshole."  The redhead, already noted was wearing a
skirt and blouse.

The "pixie" took the boxes of doughnuts away and came back with her arms
spread wide, "Hey, GrandPa, wanna do me first?"  She flashed a biog smile
to the others.

"Here and now," I said, "or you name the time and place."  I tried to stay
cool and friendly.

She took my hand and held it to her left breast.  It was warm, soft yet
firm, a nice hand-full, and I could sense the nipple was a hard little
button stabbing my palm.  "Let's give these ladies a show, Gramps," she
chuckled.  I'm already in a man's clothes; now you get into them with me."
She laid back onto a lazyboy leather chair ... totally out of place in a
girls' dorm room (I got the impression someone may have actually used it as
an extra bed).  "Take my boxers off, Pops," she was wiggling her butt and
working the waist down with her free hand.

How could I help but oblige?  In seconds I had her shorts down and off and
was kissing a trail from her breasts to her belly.  When I licked her navel
she shivered and all but shouted, "Go for it, man, go for it."  Her legs
parted.

I had already gotten a glimpse of her trimmed cunt.  I had noted the folds
of her vagina, how they showed a little pink in the slightly puffy
entrance; her clit protruding at the top (I'd never seen that before).  And
I bent forward and kissed her twat full on, full mouth.  I ran my tongue
shallowly up the folds of her vagina and tweaked the button at the top with
a little extra twist of my tongue.  She squealed and wiggled her ass and
spread her legs wider, lifting her knees.  I leaned in farther and lapped
the insides of her outer lips.

I worked up and down the slit, tweaked her clit again and again.  I sucked
up juices and kissed everywhere on her inner thighs, her lower belly and
pubic mound.  Soon she was squirming to the point that one of the other
girls moved behind the chair and leaned over the top to hold her shoulders,
"Hang on, Josie," she whispered (her voice was so soft I almost came).  And
then she came ... with a crashing climax and a little squeal, "O shit, oh
God, oh my God ... uhhnnn."

When she came down she leaned forward and squeezed my crotch, feeling my
small boner.  And she kissed me full on the lips, tasting her own juices.
They she jumped up from the chair.  "Next!" she shouted and gestured to the
others.

The little blonde with the shorts was next.  She had already removed her
clothes and her beautiful form rested nicely on the chair before me.  Her
pussy was trimmed to just a little tuft of slightly darker blond hair
riding over her slit.  Her cunt was puffy, all-but bald, and had just the
slightest "smile" down its center.  She just sat there and smiled at me.

I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then her ears and eyes (she
closed them as I approached); then I kissed her full on the lips.  She kept
them closed and did not resist my tongue, but she also did not take my
tongue into her mouth.  I reached tentatively to her breasts.  They were
smaller that the first girl's but beautifully formed, small upturned cups
of flesh with tiny pink nipples.  I lightly rubbed my palms over her
nipples, slowly rotating my hands and smoothing them yet stimulating them.
They began to harden and I bent in and kissed each, then extended my tongue
and licked them.  She took a quick gasp and I took my cue from that to take
a nipple into my mouth.  She wiggled to push herself into my face and I
rolled the nipple between my lips.  Meanwhile I had begun to roll the other
one between two fingers.

I moved my face lower, kissing down her belly, and finally kissed her
snatch ... the sideways ever-so-slight smile.  I ran my tongue up the grove
between her leg and pussy; first on one side, then the other.  I kissed her
pussy again.  I began massaging her knees with my hands and slowly worked
up her legs.  Soon both thumbs were at the sides of her pussy.  I pressed
them together, working the lips from the outside, rubbing them together.
She smiled and looked around the room and the watching faces.  Then I
slipped a thumb into her cunt and felt the warm wetness.  I moved it
upwards and rubbed over her joy buttton.  She drew her breath in a shallow
gasp.  I rubbed again, this time with both thumbs.  She stiffened and
mewed, like a kitten.

I leaned in and began licking.  First I licked around the outside,
continuing to work my thumbs up and down her crack.  Then I parted her lips
with my thumbs and began eating the inside with quick licks and languishing
sucking.  I worked over her clit with my lips and gummed it like a little
prick, sucking it and licking it until she stiffened, squeaked, "Ummh
... ummh it's good, it's cumming real good ... oh don't stop."

A few seconds later she closed her eyes and sat quietly for maybe two
minutes.  Then she shakily stood and stepped away from the chair.

The redhead was next.  But she did not sit on the chair.  Instead she said,
"I'm over here, Old Man.  You're going to have to eat me while I'm standing
up."  She was only a few steps from the door where she was standing when I
first saw her.  I crawled over to her (I heard the other girls giggle) and
sat up like a puppy, holding my hands folded in front of me, I said, "Do I
have to beg for it?"

She smiled benevolently and whispered, "No you just have to go hunting for
it."

I ducked my head under her skirt ... she was not wearing panties ... and I
kissed her pussy quickly.  "I found it," I shouted from under her skirt,
"It's pretty as a picture."  And even she giggled.

I began kissing her, she was naturally red-haired and had not shaved
(although perhaps she had trimmed her hair), but I could only reach the top
of the slit because she was standing.  So I had to change tactics.  I began
pressing my chin into the crease at the top of her legs, slowly forcing her
to spread her legs and pushing my tongue into the top of her vagina and
teasing her clit.  Her legs parted a little and she began to shake.  I
reached up and took hold of each knee, squeezing lightly on the soft back
portion while continuing to push my face into her crotch.

Slowly she began to slump to the floor.  Within three minutes she was
laying on her back with her knees bent, her feet on the floor at each side
of my head.  This gave me great access to her twat.  Pressing forward
(because now I was kneeling between her knees) I began to lap up her cunt
and tease her clitoris with each upward drag of my tongue.  She began to
shake all over, and in a few more seconds she took a deep breath, stayed
silent for maybe twenty seconds; then she exhaled slowly and deeply.  "Oh
God that was good," she said, "That was the absolute best ever."

"Yeah, right," the blonde with the 'Fuck Off' t-shirt grunted.  "You ain't
never been tongue-fucked before.  How would you know the difference?"

But from the floor, the redhead just smiled.  "Sure beats your fingers,
Jackie," she said, and the other girls all giggled.

"I'm next, I'm next," the black girl chimed, "I want my pussy eaten,
mister."  She was sitting on the front edge of the lazyboy.

"Let's try something different," I suggested.  "Do you ladies have a table
or desk that can be cleared easily?"

In seconds there was a cleared desktop and the black girl was pealing off
her jumpsuit.  She sat on the desk and leaned forward for me to help remove
her top.  Without a bra, her large breasts were immediately available and I
leaned in and kissed each.  They were larger than any of the other girls
but they were not the huge mamaries some black women are displayed with.  I
hefted each and kissed them again and again.

"I'd like to see your pecker, mister," she cooed.  "I want to hold it and
play with it while you eat me, please."

"No, sweetheart," I just smiled, "that's not what I'm here for ... I'm here
for your pleasure, not mine."

I knelt by the desk and pulled her knees apart, putting a leg over each
shoulder.  Here I was face-to-face with the first black pussy I'd ever
seen.  It gapped just a little, showing a precious pink gash and smelling
like warm bread and flowers.  And I ate.  I licked and kissed, tongued the
nub at the top and sucked the hole at the bottom.  I reached around her and
held her ass in my hands and pulled her into my face and kissed and licked
and licked.  She was sweet and smelled great and the warmth of her wetness
only got better and better.

In a few moments she squealed, "I'm cumming." and squeezed her legs tight
on my head and shook violently.  Just at the point that I thought I'd run
out of breath, she parted her legs and sighed, "Lover, you can do me any
time."

That left 'Fuck Off Asshole' and me.  She just stood there defiantly.
"Well, honey," I asked, "do you want me to kiss yours, too?"

Her scowl slowly turned to a broad grin.  "Sugar, eat me!" she demanded,
and bent quickly pushing her slacks to the floor in one smoothe sweep.
Then she stood up.

She was naked from the waist down with that t-shirt covering her boobs.
"Lay on the floor, old man," she commanded, and when I was on my back, she
straddled me and squatted on my face.  Her cunt parted as she hovered over
me and my mouth fit that gaping hole like they were made for each other.
My tongue was at her vulva, my nose just below her asshole and when I
licked long and deep the tip tickled her clit.  I was fucking her with my
tongue.  When I shifted my mouth from a kiss to a scowl, it covered her
whole hole.

She was loud and sloppy wet.  She acted like a wild animal and rode my
face.  Then I felt them.  Three other sets of hands were on my crotch,
unzupping, pulling and tugging, undressing me.  In a flash three tongues
were caressing my cock and balls.  With great choreography, three mouths
addressed my needs.

I reached under that t-shirt and massaged her small breasts, spending extra
time on the little nubbins of her nipples.  She pushed back into my face
and for a moment I thought I would black out for lack of oxygen.  Then my
cock erupted and eager mouths lapped up the juices.

I was lapping too as she melted, rolled off me and purred like a kitten.
She hugged my head to her covered breasts and finally kissed me full on the
lips, obviously enjoying the taste of her own cunt and the juices of her
sisters.  And we all lay exhausted for a moment, basking in the afterglow.

By the time we'd gathered ourselves together, one of the girls had made
coffee and we sat around and sampled the doughnuts.  Like the guys, the
ladies invited me back (even, they said, without doughnuts).  I gave them
my number and offered to cum running whenever they called.  They promised
at least one return trip a month and "maybe if I'm good" a few more friends
will join us, too.

Damn, I wish I were nineteen again!