Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2012 14:45:35 -0600 From: Luis Subject: Mad Men On Men: Episode 1: Things I Didn't Know About DISCLAIMER: None of the characters, names, or any of the material including part or all of the storylines in this piece belong to me. They are the rightful property of the creators of the TV show Mad Men. Also, the following material is for adult reading only, so if you are not allowed by age, region, etc., to read it, please move away now. No consequences caused by this rely on me, since I warned you and advice you not to pursue any of the actions hereby described. Mad Men on Men Episode 1: Things I Didn't Know About Don Draper was far too drunk for his own good. He had been feeling particularly alone lately, and Scotch had seemed to be a cure for that, at least for periods of time that had gotten consistently more frequent. He had just separated from Betty, had been living in a hotel room, feeling miserable and although he had had plenty of lovers, he didn't feel like being with any of them. He felt disgusted by himself, even. It was his absolute fault to have lost his marriage. He had never really valued it enough until Betty had left his live. She really was the full package. Don was depressed, but also didn't want to fuck up even deeper. He was clinging to hope of getting Betty back, and so didn't want to fuck some random girl. Still, he was Don Draper, a big man with an even bigger libido. Completely out of his head drunk, he stepped out of the bar he had been drowning his sorrows in for the night. He stumbled through the streets of the city. A big Heineken billboard lit up the street. He cursed at it, reminding himself of the night he had fought Betty in the first place, the night he had used her as an experiment to prove women like her would enjoy serving the beer in their homes. In his confused state, the Mad Men tried to throw a rock at the ad. However, all he could manage was to trip and fall face down on the concrete, ripping his shirt open in doing so. He cursed once more. His buttons were spread across the sidewalk, his chest hair was fully exposed to the night wind and right then he realized he had left his jacket and tie at the bar. He got angry at the situation and in rage, ripped the rest of the shirt he had on and threw it away to the street. He got up and continued his way to the hotel, only with his thin, white undershirt as a top. His nipples hardened at the feeling of the wind. He walked a few more steps and had to sit down on the steps of some building. He really shouldn't have drunk that last glass. Soon though, his mind was drifted away from his dizziness by some very strange sounds coming from the alley next to the building he was sitting on. They were squeals and cries. He ran into the dark, ready to punch off the burglar he thought was attacking some poor woman, but instead he found a shocking view. He had heard about things like that, of course, but never even dreamt of seeing such an act. His first instinct was of disgust, but after a few seconds he realized he couldn't look away. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his horniness, but he found his cock getting hard in his trousers. In front of him, a guy his age, except blond and balding, was fucking the shit out of a cute kid. The kid was at most an eighteen-year-old boy. Don didn't know if it was cause of what he was doing and the facial expressions he had on, but for some reason, the kid reminded him of a girl in every sense except for his flat chest and the hard cock that was swinging between his legs with every thrust of the blonde guy. The couple was so into their fuck that they didn't even realize they were being watched until Don tried to light up a cigarette and let his matchbox fall into a trash can, making a metallic thump when it hit the bottom. Suddenly, things started moving too fast. The man who was fucking the kid looked at Don and his face turned to one of deep fear. He apologized, pulled his pants up and ran away. The kid, instead, remained there, legs spread, bent over against the cold metal of a dumpster, still moaning. He looked deep into Don's eyes for a moment, both men confused on what to do. Afterwards, the kid just stood up and started gathering his clothes. He looked at Don's crotch and realized his bulge. After all, who could blame him? Who wouldn't look at Don Draper's crotch if he was standing there watching them fuck, only half dressed. "You didn't let me finish" the kid said in a tone many girls had used on Don, but never a man. Don leaned against the wall. "Sorry about that" he said still confused. The kid walked over to Don and smiled. "Apologies won't do. Specially not when you're walking around like this" he said grabbing the man's crotch. Don's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that. In fact, had he been sober he probably would have punched the kid by now, but he could barely stand, let alone punch anyone. He couldn't say a word. The feeling of having his dick touched was too much and his head was suddenly blank. The kid kneeled down, unzipped Don's grey pants and soon enough a thick, long cock was out. Don cursed under his breath. What the fuck was he doing? "Hurry up before I change my mind!" he told the kid. That was invitation enough and less than a second later, Don was spinning inside his head, feeling the most expert mouth he'd had suck and swallow his cock. Shit! Not even Betty had been able to get it all in, and she was a huge slut in bed. All those years as a model had left her with a skillful mouth. A few seconds later the kid's mouth moved down to Draper's balls, flickering them, getting them wet. Don felt them crawl up. The kid smiled, or he thought he saw him smile. He wasn't sure of anything except he was in heaven. A moment after he felt the kid suck on his balls and he couldn't take it anymore. Glob after glob of cum splurged all over the kid's face, hair, shirt... There was even cum on the floor. The kid gave Don's cock head one last suck and lick to clean it off. Don moaned from the pleasure. The kid finished it all off by giving Don a wet, cum drenched kiss before he left. Don fell asleep right there. If you liked it let me know at niftyanswers@gmail.com!