Date: Tue, 5 Nov 2002 21:19:03 -0800 (PST) From: Ken Subject: Ken Curtis and Milburn Stone This story is entirely fictional. This story in no way implies that Ken Curtis or Milburn stone were gay. This is merely a fantasy of mine. A Hot Encounter with Ken Curtis and Milburn Stone In the late 1960s, I worked at a nice hotel in Wyoming as a bellhop. In those days, television stars often did promotional tours. Stars of westerns on television would frequently tour the western rodeo circuit and do bits on stage during the big evening shows. I was a big fan of a western set in Dodge City that had two of my heroes as supporting actors. Ken Curtis played a scruffy, but endearing deputy who constantly bickered with the curmudgeonly old town doctor played by Milburn Stone. Milburn Stone was in his 60s, rather short at 5'7, with grayish-black hair and moustache that twitched a bit. Ken Curtis was in his early 50s, of average build, with his hair starting to gray and a slightly disheveled beard and moustache. In my teens, I had my first wet dreams thinking of these men. At that time, I was terrified of my sexual thoughts about men and kept them to myself. I spent many a night going to bed with a stiff erection in my underpants after watching these two sexy older gentlemen on television that night. It was to my total shock when I learned that Mr. Curtis and Mr. Stone would be staying at the hotel I worked at when they visited town for several days on a promotional tour. I conspired to work all three days they were in town and even found out when they would check in so I could carry their bags to their rooms. I was nervous at my overeager attempts to be near my idols, who also happened to be the object of my sexual fantasies. I didn't want my parents to think I was acting strangely and it took all my strength to not mention my heroes were staying at my hotel. I had lusted after many men, all of whom happened to be middle-aged or older gentlemen. I didn't think it was odd, it was just what I was attracted to. The big day arrived and I shower fervently and had a pounding boner when I tried to get my white underpants on over my teenage penis. I got to the hotel in my uniform and my palms were sweaty as I awaited a glimpse of my heroes. My heart pounded inside my slight 5'8 frame and sweat appeared underneath my boyish brown hair, cropped close. At 2 p.m., Milburn Stone strolled in the door as casually and was hardly notice by anyone in the lobby. I hurried to the desk to get his bags. He was very pleasant to me as I grabbed his two suitcases and stammered something about following me to the elevator. I could barely breathe in the elevator as Mr. Stone hummed to himself. "Uh..Mr. Stone?" I managed. "Yes young man?" he replied in that gravelly voice of his. "I just wanted to say I am such a big fan of yours.um," I croaked. "Well, thank you very much.what's your name son?" "D.Davey sir," I stammered. "You're doing a fine job son, keep up the good work," I almost feinted when Mr. Stone gave me a wink we had complimented me. We got out of the elevator and went to his room where I took the bags inside. "Now, Davey I want you to unpack my bags and hang my shirts and trousers in the closet and put my other things in the dresser. My toilet kit goes in the bathroom." I couldn't believe my luck. I began unpacking his clothes as Mr. Stone went in the bathroom. I froze when I heard the old man peeing in the toilet and had to control myself from not trying to catch a glimpse of the old man. When he was done, he came out and I took the toiletries in. "Davey, where did you put my swim trunks and robe?" he asked from the main room. "Uh..I put your trunks in the lower drawer sir," I replied and reentered the room. Mr. Stone was rummaging in the drawer and emerged with his trunks. "I'm going to take a dip in the pool until Mr. Curtis arrives Davey. Now, fetch that robe will you son?" said Mr. Stone as he peeled off the short sleeve shirt he had on. I nodded and slowly made my way back to the closet mentally photographing the sight of Mr. Stone's hairy chest. If I played my cards right, could I see him change into his trunks? I took my time in retrieving the robe and came back to see the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Mr. Stone's back was to me and he was pulling up his swim trunks from his ankles. His back had a light covering of gray and black back hairs and between his legs I caught a brief glimpse of a heavy scrotum hanging down! I had seen my daddy's scrotum hanging down like that when he changed at the Y, but this was too much! Mr. Stone's scrotum was easily as big, if not bigger than daddy's ball sac. My eyes snapped up as Mr. Stone turned around reached for the rub. I prayed that he hadn't seen my looking at him change and my eyes fought to look down at the old man's crotch in the swim trunks. Mr. Stone took his robe and pulled it on and that is when I realized I had a full pounding erection in my bellhop's khaki trousers. I suddenly wanted to hide when I felt the almost painful pressure of my erect teenage penis pushing out my pants towards a famous television actor. I quickly clasped my hands in front of my crotch. "Umm..is..is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Stone?" I asked with a shaky voice. "Well Davey, I don't think so, but I think you need to take of something else!" he chortled as I realized he had noticed my boyish lack of control. I turned a deep crimson and my head dropped. I couldn't believe it. I was going to be fired for sure and embarrassed in front of my parents and the whole world. "Here you go son," said the old man. I looked up and saw he was holding a $10 bill out as a tip, which I gingerly took from his strong-looking hand. "Now Davey, I want you to show me where the pool is. Then, I want you to make sure you take Mr. Curtis to his room when he arrives in a short while. I want you to tell him to join me poolside, understand? Make sure Mr. Curtis gets that message and tell him we'll have a grand old time tonight. Got it Davey?" I nodded and repeated the message to show I was on the spot. We left his room as I begged my boner to subside, which it did after much trepidation on my part. I dropped Mr. Stone at the pool and rushed back to the front desk. Just in time to see Ken Curtis amble in the front doors. There he was, in the flesh. I couldn't believe my eyes. Here was the inspiration for my frantic late night masturbations under the sheets. Almost every night I would lay on my back in just my tight white briefs and my mind would start to wander. I would see images of Mr. Curtis stripping me slowly until I was just in my underpants. Then he would grin at my throbbing predicament pushing out the front panel of the white cotton. His hand would caress my tight scrotum. At that point, I would usually pull the waistband down under my scrotum and my pulsing, thick 5 inch teenage erection would spring up into the blanket. My balls would roll in their smooth sac as my thick shaft would tent up my blanket. Daddy once saw me get an erection in the shower and told me that the men in our family didn't have long penises, but we certainly had thick ones. Mine is fairly stout and I have a rather large, flared knob. I would get a big thrill when my penis would push up the sheet and my foreskin would roll back behind the head and my clear precum would make a wet spot on the sheet. My hand would grip my peter and start slowly jerking the foreskin up and over the knob slowly. As my dreams of Mr. Curtis heated up and he began stripping down, I would roll over and put my pounding boy cock between two pillows and hump them. I had to be careful not to hump too hard as my headboard would bang the wall and alert my parents in the next room that their teenage son was making love to his pillows. Once my teenage boner was firmly planted between my pillows, my balls nestled tightly against them, with precum oozing from my slit like crazy, I would think about Mr. Curtis laying down on top of me and inserting his beautiful erection up my tender young rear end. My humping would become urgent as I fantasized what that would be like. Then, I would feel my testicles tighten further and I would quickly roll over and let my white boy cum spurt onto my smooth belly. I would use a tissue to wipe up and then snug my briefs back over my deflated penis and go to bed with a smile. I shook myself out of my reverie as I was called to take his bags upstairs. I gleefully grabbed his bags and could hardly contain myself as he gave me a winning smile. We got to his room and our conversation was very similar to that I had with Mr. Stone. Mr. Curtis had me unpack his bags the same as Mr. Stone and I got a particular thrill when I saw that Mr. Curtis's jockey shorts were the same brand that me and daddy wear. I took a vicarious chance. "Gee Mr. Curtis, you wear the same kind of underpants I do..oh.um.sorry Mr. Curtis I can't believe I said that," I mumbled sheepishly. "Well Davey, that's no problem at all. I really like the way briefs keep everything all nice and snug against your body. You know Davey, when we are acting we even wear smaller underpants that keep our..er.privates from showing on television. Bet you didn't know that?" "No sir, I had no idea. Oh, Mr. Stone told me to give you a message. He said that you should meet him at the pool and that we'll have a grand old time tonight after the show," I beamed as I conveyed this important message. "Is that so Davey? Why Milburn must have something special planned for tonight. Why don't you find my swim trunks Davey and I'll go to the bathroom?" I grinned like a fool as I rummaged around finding his swim trunks as he closed the bathroom door. I laid the navy blue trunks on the bed and nearly passed out when Mr. Curtis returned from the bathroom carrying all his clothes in front of him. I could see fairly smooth chest and his strong arms almost caused me to feint. He flashed a grin at my surprise and I knew without looking that my penis had stirred to a painful erection in my underpants again. Mr. Curtis asked me to fold his clothes and dropped them on the bed. I shot a surreptitious glance at his groin, against my better instincts. I fumbled with the clothes as I saw a lifelong dream of mine. My eyes dropped down to the line of black hairs running from his belly button to the thatch of grayish-black hairs above his penis, which hung down over his ball sac. I swallowed hard as I saw about 4 inches of un-circumsized penis hanging lazily over a fat and heavy set of balls. Mr. Curtis's balls hung low in their sac and jostled between his thighs, causing his pale shaft to sway back and forth. I could see a rather nicely shaped knob underneath his thin foreskin and I felt a drop of precum ooze out into my underpants. I hoped it wouldn't leak through to my khaki trousers. I was crushed when he stooped down and pulled his trunks over his manly balls and beautiful penis, but now I had a picture to go with his bulge in the swim trunks. I could have died and gone to heaven right there. I escorted Mr. Curtis to the pool with a throbbing erection in my briefs. I walked a bit funny trying to hide the obvious bulge by walking in front of him. When we got to the pool, Mr. Stone was laying out in the sun and greeted Mr. Curtis warmly. As I turned to leave, Mr. Stone asked me when I was due off work. Shyly, I said I had to go home for dinner at 7. The two men grinned and asked if I could stay on help them with various errands that evening. I readily agreed and ran off to call my parents. My parents trusted me implicitly and said that as long as I was home by midnight, it was fine with them. I grabbed an early dinner and waited anxiously in the lobby for the two older actors to return from their show. My penis begged for release every time I thought of serving these handsome, older heroes of mine. I almost went to the mensroom to masturbate, but I held out for a sexual adventure, although that was too good to be true. When the two men returned, they were all smiles and greeted me with mischevious grins. I accompanied them to Mr. Stone's room and my heart beat loudly in my chest. What happens now, I wondered? When we got inside the room, Mr. Stone poured two drinks from the in-room bar and offered me a beer. I quietly declined and said I couldn't take a drink since I was underage. The two older men chortled. "Davey, I just play a deputy on television, not in real life," grinned Mr. Curtis. "Come on, a strapping young man like you can handle one beer can't he?" "Well, I have had a few with my friends, but my parents would be real angry if they found out" Mr. Stone joined in, "Davey, I want you to know that whatever happens in this room will never leave this room. And, I mean anything. You have our word on that" I nodded and a cold beer was put in my hand. I drank deeply from it to calm my nerves and felt much better. I knew I was in trouble (or was it heaven?) when the two men sat down on either side of me on the bed. Two firm hands gripped my legs as I tried to stand up and the beer removed from my hand. "Now, young man, you just relax and let me and Mr. Curtis show you what to do," said Mr. Stone in a husky voice. "We aren't going to hurt you, in fact, we think you really want to join us for a little fun. You see, we are both married, but women don't understand a man's different needs. When we're on the road, we like to indulge in a little booze and release some of our built up lust. Do you know what that means Davey?" I gulped and nodded yes. I felt Mr. Curtis run his strong hand up the inside of my thigh. His fingers ran lightly over my khaki slacks and soon they came to the pounding bulge. His fingertips rubbed lightly over the bulge causing me to groan. A wet spot formed where my precum had oozed through my underpants and onto my slacks. His hand slid down and cupped my balls inside my tight briefs. I moaned at his firm touch and found my head being turned toward Mr. Stone. I was thrilled when I found him planting a deep kiss on my tender lips. His moustache tickled as his tongue searched my mouth. I kissed back hard even though I had never kissed anyone before. We kissed for a moment and then Mr. Stone let go and I gasped for breath. Mr. Curtis returned the favor from the other side and his long tongue swirled around mine and tried to reach down my throat. I was in pure bliss. My late night dreams were becoming a reality. Before I knew it, I was standing at the side of the bed as Mr. Curtis removed my uniform shirt and Mr. Stone was slipping off my shoes and socks. I closed my eyes and shook a little when I felt Mr. Curtis unbuckle my belt. He undid the button and my zipper shot down as my throbbing boy boner pushed outward. My slacks were around my ankles and Mr. Stone eased them off my feet. I was standing before the two older gentlemen in just my white BVD underpants and I had a pounding 5-inch erection jutting out the front of my briefs like the prow of a destroyer. I quivered as Mr. Curtis began kissing me deeply while Mr. Stone's hands ran over my smooth chest and belly. I was so scared as I felt his thick fingers run lightly under the elastic waistband of my underpants. On the one hand I was terrified at being naked with a boner in front of these men and at the same time eager with anticipation at my first experience with older men. Up until now, I had never done anything except masturbate with some of my friends after school. We would all play strip poker until each boy got down to his underpants. Then, if you lost you had to beat off in front the group until you spurted. If you lost twice, you had to beat off the next guy who lost after you. Now, I was at the mercy of these hot older studs. I felt my underpants being slowly pulled down until my hard peter sprung forth and throbbed painfully in front of me. My tender balls pulled tight in my scrotum as my briefs slid to my ankles with my slacks. I stepped out of them as a firm hand gripped my hard shaft and pulled my foreskin all the way behind the head. A strand of precum oozed out and fell to the floor. I moaned as hands touched and rubbed me. Mr. Stone eased me onto my back and his head sunk to my throbbing boner and engulfed my knob. His tongue swirled around my tip and his moustache tickled me. I groaned blissfully as his head began to bob up and down my quivering erection. I was so afraid I was going to spurt my white stuff that I grabbed his head with both hands. Mr. Stone eased up and smiled at me. "Davey, that's a fine, sturdy hard on you have there." I watched as Mr. Curtis began to strip down and eagerly awaited what came next. Mr. Stone slid off the bed and my erection slapped against my smooth belly and precum steadily seeped from my wide slit. Mr. Curtis stripped down to his underpants and I groaned again as he shucked his undershorts and revealed the cock of my dreams. Mr. Curtis approached the side of the bed and I stared blatantly at his manly penis. His penis began to grow steadily and I noticed the base of the shaft was thick and the length of the shaft began to curve slightly upward. The vein underneath was very wide at the base and thinned near the end of his shaft just before his mushroom. Mr. Curtis's knob was still hidden beneath a long foreskin, but the mushroom looked large beneath the thin layer of foreskin. His fleshy foreskin narrowed past the knob into a narrow opening. As the shaft continued to swell, I reached out and stroked his penis; rolling back the thick foreskin to reveal a fat reddish-purple mushroom. It was thick with a wide girth. Mr. Curtis moaned as I stroked him to a full erection. I was in ecstasy as I masturbated the man who filled my dreams. When it was fully erect, it was probably 7 or 7 and inches long and the knob was a bright purple. I slowly beat Mr. Curtis's meat as I watched Mr. Stone remove his clothes with meticulous precision. He folded each item neatly as I visually devoured his mature form. He finished undressing and walked back to the side of the bed with his short thick cock bobbing back and forth over his fat testicles. When he reached the side of the bed, I reached for his cock too. I kept stroking Mr. Curtis's cock that was now fully erect and oozing precum all over my hand and wrist. I occasionally would let go and rub his heavy balls and make him moan quietly. I turned to Mr. Stone and let my fingers encircled his short penis. He was about 5 inches long at most, but the girth was substantial. The old man moaned in pleasure as my fingers gently gripped his shaft and eased his thick layers of foreskin back. As the satin smooth skin rolled back behind his head, the knob burst through and dripped a long strand of precum from his slit. I used my other hand to smear it around his short shaft and ran my fingers around his big mushroom shaped helmet. His helmet was wider than mine and was thicker than his shaft. His knob was cherry red and the precum made it glossy like a marble. "Mr. Stone, can I..?" "Yes son, just use your mouth and do what comes naturally. Damn Ken, I told you this boy would be sucking my pole didn't I" "You bet Mil, and I can't wait to feel my member up that tender young ass of his" My brain flinched when I heard that. He was going to screw me like Daddy screwed Mommy at night. My parent's bedroom was next to mine and after I had gone to bed I would often hear their bedsprings creaking and the sounds of flesh slapping together. Mommy would moan and groan about the size of Daddy's "big cock" and Daddy would grunt like a hog as he humped Mommy. He would really sock it to her as I could hear her moans and cries of pleasure until she would cry out "I'm cumming dear!" About 5 minutes after that, Daddy would start telling her it was coming and he had to "shoot." Then, Daddy would make a strangled sound and I knew he was shooting his white stuff in her. I would usually cum in my underpants or beat off to try and cum when Daddy spurted in Mommy. Now, Mr. Curtis wanted to breed my rear end. I was scared but thrilled too. I turned to Mr. Stone's erection and opened my mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his thick mushroom. I swiped the steadily drooling precum from his opening and gloried in the sweet salty taste. He continued to groan and put his small strong hand on the back of my head. I lowered my lips around the plump knob and sucked on the helmet. He urged his hips forward and his sturdy penis filled my mouth. His mushroom was just long enough to plug the back of my throat. I could hardly breathe, but I loved it. I moved my tongue along the bottom of his shaft on the thick vein. I began to bob my head up and down while firmly holding my lips around his knob. Mr. Stone began to hump his penis in quick, short thrusts into my mouth. I couldn't believe my senses. I was sucking cock and it was Doc Adams'! After a few minutes, I felt Mr. Curtis suck my hard boner into his mouth and I was in heaven. I sucked on Mr. Stone's hard on for at least 15 minutes as he quietly urged me to keep up the suction and congratulated me on doing a good job. I was so excited that he thought I was giving good head. I worked even harder at pulling the white stuff from his balls. I reveled in the thick shaft spreading my lips and feeling his thick column of flesh fill my mouth. I loved the sensation I got when his fat balls tapped my chin and throat. I pulled back and took a quick glance at his hair-covered balls. His balls were ample and bigger than mine. The sac hung loosely towards his upper thighs with a thick layer of gray and black hairs. His balls were egg shaped and I hefted their weight inside the warm scrotum. "Now, don't waste a lot of time there son, you just keep using that tight mouth of yours and you'll get what's inside my testicles soon enough," teased Mr. Stone gently. I gurgled a reply around his heavy shaft and kept sucking. I tried not to concentrate on my own boner getting tongue action from Mr. Curtis. However, every time I got close, he seemed to know and backed off and rubbed his fingers under my balls. I let Mr. Stone's cock plop from my mouth and licked his scrotum and around his balls as I kept up a steady pumping of his fat penis with my hand. I loved to lick on his heavy balls while my hand slid his thick foreskin rapidly back and forth over his knob. With every retraction, the old man would let out a grunt of pleasure that indicated he was getting close to his climax. I moved back to his penis and renewed sucking on it with vigor. I wanted the thick cream I knew would pour out of his balls. I sucked for another five minutes until I sensed him tensing his stomach and leg muscles. I used my left hand to hold his foreskin back at the base of his shaft and then quickly bobbed my head over the knob and shaft behind his helmet. I rubbed his balls and pressed them up between his legs. "Damn son, here it comes..oh....ungh...oh...! Ken, I'm going to spurt now!" crowed the old man as I kept my lips firmly locked behind his mushroom while my hand jerked the lower part of this shaft. I felt him begin to shake and his balls pulled up hard to his body and a heavy rope of his cream landed on my tongue. Another thick spurt landed on top of it and I swirled the salty cream around his mushroom. More cream oozed into my mouth for about 5 more seconds and then I let his penis plop out of my mouth. I used my tongue to lick off the remaining white fluid from his helmet as Mr. Stone breathed deeply and lay back on the bed with his hairy chest heaving and a peaceful grin on his face. I swallowed the white stuff in my mouth and licked my fingers clean. I knelt on the bed and licked his rapidly shrinking cock and balls clean. Mr. Curtis used his index finger to swab a line of thick white cum that had seeped from the corner of my lip and glistening on my chin. He eased the cum-covered finger into my mouth and I slurped the jism from his strong finger. Mr. Stone groaned and raised himself up on his elbows. "Ken, you better get that boy sucking on your pecker. He's got some talent." I felt so proud. I had little experience, but I tried hard and got him to shoot his sperm into me. Now, I wanted to try a bigger cock like Mr. Curtis's. I sat on the edge of the bed and stared a bit wide-eyed at Mr. Curtis's peter. It was definitely bigger than Mr. Stone's and I licked my lips nervously. "Um.Mr. Curtis. Are you really going to screw me?" "Not yet Davey, first I want to feel the inside of that sweet mouth and your tender throat. Then, I'll make love to you if you want me to, ok?" he grinned. I squealed a bit and got on all fours facing the end of the bed. I spread my lips wide to accommodate Mr. Curtis's thick mushroom. I used my slender fingers to grasp his shaft and pull the remaining foreskin back behind his knob. My lips stretched, but just barely got over the shiny knob that glistened with precum. I tasted very sweet precum oozing onto my tongue immediately. Mr. Curtis let out a strangled groan and I took that as a sign of approval. I swallowed more of his shaft into my mouth and throat. His mature penis instinctively pushed deeper and deeper. I flinched slightly when I felt Mr. Stone's hands on my rear end. I sucked harder on the pulsing shaft of meat in my mouth as it sunk in where Mr. Curtis's 7-inch peter was going to end up. And boy, I could hardly wait. Mr. Curtis began to slowly hump his hips forward and filling my throat with his stout erection. I gagged a bit, but held on like a trooper. Mr. Stone began to rub a stubby index finger around my hole and I could feel him reach between my legs and gather precum from my steadily leaking penis. He rubbed the precum into my opening and began to insert his finger into my back door. I moaned in a little bit of pain, but warm pleasure was what began to grow inside me. "Milburn, tell me this young man's tender boy hole is ready for me to give him a ride!" crowed Mr. Curtis. "Ken, I've never seen such a succulent young rear end. You are going to be in heaven." My mouth clung to the thick shaft of Mr. Curtis's boner, but he pulled it out of my mouth with a loud, wet plop. I looked at the saliva-covered shaft as Mr. Curtis gripped his cock and stroked it slowly a few times. I was mesmerized as the thin foreskin covered his mushroom and then grinned as the thick tip popped through the sleeve of skin. My heart pounded like a hammer in my chest as Mr. Curtis leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. His tongue probed deep inside my mouth and swirled around my inexperienced tongue. Mr. Stone eased me onto my back and centered me on the bed. He instructed me to grab behind my knees and I readily complied. I watched in fascination as Mr. Curtis crawled onto the bed and got between my legs. His 7-inch erection swayed back and forth between his legs with the foreskin reclaiming his thick glans. His lime-sized testicles jostled in his hairy ball sac. Mr. Curtis swiped the precum from his tip and pressed his index finger into my rear end. I moaned at the intrusion and the sight of Mr. Stone leaning in to suck Mr. Curtis's boner into his mouth. Mr. Stone bobbed a few times and then withdrew, leaving Mr. Curtis's cock covered in saliva. Mr. Curtis then gripped his shaft and pulled the foreskin all the way back until it was bunched up behind his purple knob. I was very tense but Mr. Stone quietly told me to relax and just let Mr. Curtis do the work. Mr. Curtis looked down as he lined up his knob with my tender opening. His thick knob dilated my opening and I cringed as it stretched my sphincter muscle. I relaxed in spite of the pain and gasped as Mr. Curtis's fat mushroom punched past the muscle and two inches of shaft quickly followed. I thanked the Good Lord for precum as it lubricated my rear end. Mr. Curtis pushed almost half his manly hard on into my tunnel and then just held steady. His shaft spread my insides and I felt a burning sensation and some pain. He told me to relax and just let his thick column of flesh rest inside me. I looked at where his hairy belly met my smooth belly and saw my boy boner throbbing in rapid time with my heart. My precum flowed steadily out and was forming a sticky pool on my belly. I wanted to cum so bad it hurt, but my mind was preoccupied with Mr. Curtis taking my virgin ass. Mr. Curtis nodded at me and I cried out quietly as he steadily plunged the remaining three inches of cock into me. I reveled in feeling his whole shaft filling my tunnel and my body writhed in pleasure and a little pain. I could feel his fat balls pressed against my soft cheeks and felt my own scrotum pressed firmly by Mr. Curtis's belly. My rear end began to accommodate the hefty erection and felt Mr. Curtis begin to slowly fuck me. The bed began to squeak and the headboard began to make a rhythmic thumping against the wall. Mr. Curtis's strong arms pinned me to the mattress and Mr. Stone watched us with unmitigated glee. After a few minutes, Mr. Curtis was steadily pounding into my tender hole. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He was pulling almost all 7 inches out back to the mushroom and then slipping it quickly into my tight chute. I marveled at the sensation of 7 inches of cock filling my tunnel. The feel of his fat knob plunging deep, followed by the slap of his scrotum against my cheeks drove me wild. I swear I could feel the loose foreskin slipping back and forth inside me with each up and down stroke. My boy peter pulsed with excitement and drooled precum all over my belly. I had never precum so much. Several times I thought I was going to spurt, but Mr. Curtis would slow down and gently screw me with his thick cock. The bed squeaked and creaked with fury as he began to pound me again. The headboard sounded loud smacking the wall as Mr. Stone urged Mr. Curtis to keep plowing my boy butt. Soon, Mr. Curtis began to drip beads of sweat onto me and I knew I couldn't hold back my orgasm much longer. His fucking became urgent and grunts and moans emerged from his throat. I had been trying to keep quiet, but my moans became louder. I told Mr. Stone that I was going to spurt my white stuff and he gave me a winning grin. The old man slipped his small strong hand between Mr. Curtis and I and found my boner. Mr. Stone began masturbating me with short rapid strokes. He tugged my foreskin over my knob repeatedly until my body thrust hard up into Mr. Curtis and I felt my jism surge through my shaft. I cried out loud as Mr. Stone yanked back my foreskin and short stroked my shaft as white boy cum sprang from my slit and hit Mr. Curtis's belly. I shot at least 5 spurts onto his hairy belly, which promptly dripped off onto my precum- covered belly and on my penis. I clung to Mr. Curtis's strong arms and back as my climax finished and my body shivered in post-coital bliss. The feeling of cumming with a hard mature cock in my rear end was beyond ecstasy. I came so hard and yet still had the pleasure of being fucked afterward. Mr. Stone withdrew his hand, which was covered in white cum and had me lick it off his fingers. Mr. Curtis resumed drilling me with his fat 7 inches of cock. I looked up when Mr. Curtis began to mutter something about blowing his load. His thrusts became frantic and faster than lightning. Suddenly, he leaned back and his erection popped from my hole causing me to cry out in pain and loss. He clutched his shiny cock and began beating off frantically. He used his whole hand to work his loose foreskin rapidly back and forth. He let out a guttural roar as his mushroom swelled up and ejected a huge spurt of thick, white, ropy cum. The strand of cum landed on my neck and chin. One, two, three, four, five thick ropes of his white jism flew out onto my chest and belly. His next shot landed on my cum-soaked belly and the final two streamers of white cum oozed through the foreskin and his fingers and covered my deflated peter. He collapsed on top of me and kissed my madly on the mouth. The sounds of heavy breathing and sighs of bliss filled the room. My first night with Mr. Curtis and Mr. Stone was one for the books. I appreciate any comments you might have. Send to hagenf1@yahoo.com. Mention the theme of this story as I have submitted several. Again, this is totally fictional and fantasy.