“I wanted him to fuck me, but he insisted he saved that for his wive; everything else was fair game, though.
“He crouched on the couch and I got on behind him, holding my upward arching boner so that it would line up with his sphincter. I spit on my dick and made use of the pre-cum to lube up, bent me l leg so that my tip was held down by the edge of his ass-bone, and let go. I slide the tip up the hairy, sweaty bottom ridge to his anus, resting it there without pushing in. I waited until he groaned, “C’mon man…”, until I started to push, gently at first, and then harder until he gave way.
“His anus was too rough for me, so I pulled out and slathered some more oozing pre-cum over “Uncle Gerry” and went back in again, this time sliding in further and easier. I pulled out, re-lubed, and re-entered. Lou, silent until now, moaned, and I felt myself going in to my stopping point. I left there for a few seconds and pulled out slowly, letting myself pop out and flap upward, hitting me below my belly button with a soft smack.
“I bent down and repeated the operation. As my tip rested against his pelvis he hissed the hissed again as “Uncle Gerry” slid up his under-pelvis to strain against the top of his anus muscle. He moaned as I pushed inside, this time easily. I’d have sworn he was actually doing his own lubing, which later proved true given the embarrassing wet puddle on the couch we later discovered.
