Old Fart Returns to BB

[Tanbbottom]

I had just arrived at the bathhouse. I was searching for my room. I could feel a presence rush up behind me. All of a sudden he was beside me. He took my arm and pulled me to a stop. His sweet young face beamed into mine; "Are you a top? I need you to fuck me!"

I was so turned on but had to respond; "Damn, I was hoping you'd ask the opposite; 'Are you a bottom? I need to fuck you! I'm more bottom than vers. "

This towel clad young man appeared to be 26 at the oldest. I'm 76 and this was my first bathhouse visit in almost 30 years. It had been two years since my lover of 28 years had died. I have always maintained a healthy sexual appetite which my partner had shared, in fact he died of a massive heart attack while fucking me. We were a monogamous couple. Don't get me wrong, I'm no saint. I had strayed from time to time while away on business or visiting family. But nothing more than the odd blow job. On the very rare occasion it went further it was always safe sex with a condom. 

Two years of solitary living had me profoundly horny. When I told a good friend about this over lunch one day he suggested a bathhouse visit. When I asked if there would be many older guys for me to play with he surprised me. No there would not be that many older guys but some younger guys would be all over me. He never had trouble getting laid by young lads with a daddy or even grandpa fetish. I was surprised, skeptical and desperate. I decided to give it a try. 

That such a handsome young man was hitting on me within a few minutes of arrival had me totally unnerved. I continued; "Sorry son. I hope you have a fun night. "

"No problem Gramps! I'll find you before you leave and you can pump your load into me. I need your DNA." And he bounced off down the hall. 

If I had been unnerved before I was in a bit of shock now. Let me give you a little more background to understand. 

During the 1970's and early 80's, up until I met my husband, I had been a notoriously promiscuous bottom. More men had cum up my ass than the population of a small city. Until the end of that time noone even thought about condoms. Oh, I had the full assortment of STDS but miraculously didn't fall ill with HIV/AIDS. Even as we were awakening to the horror of AIDS and watching dozens of our friends fall sick and dye I was slow to adopt condom use. 

I wasn't even tested until it was clear my former partner and I were going to move into a long term commitment. I had never gotten the fuck flu but I was HIV positive. I had only fucked him twice before my diagnosis but two weeks after I knew I was poz he fell ill. I was the only man to have fucked him since his last negative test. There was no question, I had infected him. Despite his assurances that he didn't hold me responsible I remained wracked with guilt for decades. 

I suppose it was this guilt and parenting my niece and nephew that kept us so close to monogamy for so many years. My brother and his wife were killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver. Their twins, babes in arms, became our wards. Raising them was one of the delights of our lives together. 

Now here I was widowed and being hit on by a young man a little younger than the children I had raised. And; he clearly wanted me to breed him!

I found my room, stripped, locked up my valuables, wrapped a towel around my midriff, took a viagra and found a room with a bank of T.V. screens showing porn. As I marveled at the variety of porn and enjoyed the parade of men passing through my young pursuer arrived and snuggled in beside me. Without a word he reached under my towel grabbing my semi-arroused dick. It responded immediately to his warm hand hardening to it's fat eight inch pogo stick glory. My young man was soon on his knees pulling open my towel and engulfing my erection to the base. It felt heavenly and I was flooded by pleasant memories of the many blow jobs I had given years before. 

His oral technique was superb and very soon my balls were letting me know I was getting dangerously close. I pulled his head off and told him as much as I loved what he was doing I wasn't ready to give up my load so soon. He just smiled an impish grin, informed me he had already collected his first load so was prelubed for me to fuck him. I laughed and said maybe later. Again he happily skipped off.

It was a very nostalgic night for me as I wandered the halls and play areas. All the sounds of sexual abandon kept my cock fully hard. I was deeply surprised that I didn't see a condom in the place. And from the talk as I watched guys fuck it was clear they were playing unabashedly bareback. Bottoms were begging to be bred. Tops calling out; "Breeding you now man." I had heard a little about this trend in my limited social circles but had not really believed what I was hearing. Now I was seeing it with my own eyes and my heart raced with fear and excitement. 

I finally settled in below the slurp ramp and sampled a variety of hard cocks on offer through the many holes. Like in my early days most would pull away after a few minutes but three stayed long enough to fill my mouth with their sweet nectar. It felt so good to be swallowing down my favorite protein from strangers after so many years absence. 

After the last oral load I returned to my room for a bit of a rest. After a restless short nap; it's hard to really sleep with the relentless techno beat, I decided to open my door and watch men passing. I was very pleased the viagra was still working and enjoyed stroking and showing it to passers by. I realized I was sending the wrong message as a few guys stopped, some entering my room and made it clear they wanted me to fuck them. 

A fit fifty year old was the last of them. When I apologized confessing I was more bottom than vers he said; "Great. I would love to fuck you old man." I suggested he close the door and he had my cock in his mouth within seconds. Again I was receiving a very talented blowjob and again I was quickly getting close. When I asked him to stop he pulled off my cock and was eating and tongue fucking my ass. I could hardly believe my good fortune. 

After about ten minutes he stood and lined his seven inch member up with my ass ring. As he pressed his naked head on my ass I reached for a condom and offered it to him. "I'm HIV positive, you'll need this buddy."

"I don't use those" he responded ", besides I'm on PrEP and you're probably medicated. "

"You're right I am, but I haven't done it without a condom for years. You'll need to wear one if you want to fill this old hairy ass."

"Nope, not for me old man. No hard feelings, but I'll just move on."

As he slipped out my door in popped the young man from my arrival. "Hi Grampy. You don't mind me calling you that do you?"

"Not at all."

"So glad to see you got fucked. Are you ready to breed me your poz cum now?"

I explained to him what had happened. I was surprised as he didn't bolt but brought me up to date on PrEP and u=u. Here I was at 76 years of age sitting through a course on gay sex in the new millennium. Gay bb sex 101. He was so patient, kind and sweet. I must admit my paternal heart was melting the longer he talked. 

Finally he proclaimed.  "I've got five loads up my ass so why don't I top you. I'd love to raw pop your 'like a virgin for the very first time' ass. Let me remind you what skin on skin feels like. You need to remember how great it is to receive a man's hot load up your ass."

"Thanks for the offer, that's very sweet. But, didn't you say you're unmedicated? You're toxic poz?"

"Yah Gramps. Your meds protect you. Let's do this, less talk more fuck."

"I don't know. It feels pretty frightening to me."

"Fuckin A Gramps. The fear just ups the excitement. I know you want this" as he pointed his poz hard on at me. 

I totally surprised myself by rolling onto my back and lifting my legs. The young man spit on my ass and his cock. He was very gentle and attentive working himself into me balls deep. 

I could barely believe what was happening. Here I was 30 years since my last bare cock with a 26 year olds raw toxic fuck tool up my vulnerable ass. The terror and excitement were almost too much for me. 

 

[rapazsolitario]

Nice, I want more

[pozpopperpig]

Very hot start!

[Tanbbottom]

(Warning a character in this section refers to physical and sexual abuse by his father and grandfather. Please do not proceed if this topic will trigger your emotional pain.)

After thirty years absence I had totally forgotten how silky and wonderful recieving a skin on skin fuck feels. To be getting it from such a young buck was beyond my wildest dreams. 

At the same time the knowledge that he was toxic poz terrified me in spite of his reassurance that my HIV meds would protect me. So many of my friends had died of AIDS, how could I willingly subject myself to the risk of reinfection. My heart was racing and every nerve ending was on edge. Most surprising, this sensation was even more enjoyable than that of skin on skin, if that was possible. 

My young buck had entered me with such care and caution. At every step he had gone slowly and checked to make sure that I was okay. He had communicated and asked permission for every stage of the fuck. The mixture of fear with what we were doing and trust in his presence was also strangely exhilarating. He kept deepening my trust with his steady eye contact. 

After about five minutes he was giving this old body a good pounding and my confidence grew with each in-stroke slap to my ass. 

Within three more minutes his pace slowed almost to a halt and tears began to fill his eyes. I gently swiped some from his cheek and tasted them, then asked what was wrong. 

"I'm just overcome that an old guy like you can treat me so well. "

"I don't understand?"

"See, my dad and grandad were monsters. They beat the shit out of me at least once a week whether I gave them a reason to or not."

"Oh my,  ... I am so sorry! "

At this point he collapsed on top of me weeping. I just held him with a tight embrace cooing supportive encouragements; "Just let the tears flow. Let the pain flow. "

Gradually the convulsions of crying returned to a pumping motion and the fuck became almost vicious. Again I just encouraged him; "Give it to me lad. Fuck out your anger and rage." Strangely I was not frightened, I just felt my body had become his instrument of grace. The pace and strength grew until he collapsed into me screaming; "Take that you fucking bastards. My turn to breed you full of poisonous cum. Fuck you. Fuck you both you God damn sickos." And then the wailing restarted three times as intense as before. I just held and kissed his tears; "It's okay son. It's okay. Just let it all go. Cry it all out."

Slowly, every so slowly he began to calm. By now his cock had softened and fell out of my hole. 

It was as if he awakened from a trance when he next spoke; "Fuck! Fuck Gramps! What did I just do to you? Oh fuck. I am so sorry!"

"Shh, shh, stop son. It's okay. I'm okay. It's all okay. ... In fact better than okay. I hated seeing the depth of your pain but I felt honored you trusted me.  ... And I've got to tell you, that's the best fuck I've had in a very long time. Thank you. "

He was gently crying again; "After they beat me they would fuck me. What they didn't know is I loved that part. I didn't even mind that they infected me. I certainly wasn't upset when they died of it. But I thought it was over! Fucking you triggered all that pain again. I'm so sorry!"

 

"Don't apologize son. I'm grateful to have gone through this with you. ...  I'm most grateful to have your toxic load. It's so fuckin hot to have that in me. I was frightened when we started, but, I'm not now. I trust you. I know I'm safe."

"Grampy?"

"Yes son?"

"Could you do me one more favour?"

"Sure son, anything. What would you like?"

"Could you please fuck me. I want you to fuck and breed me Gramps."

My heart melted and my cock hardened. He was gently crying as I entered him. My raw cock was so happy to be in a hot ass after so many years. I didn't fuck him, we made love. Whenever I closed my eyes he became my lover from the first times we had sex thirty years ago.

Our kisses were so passionate and deep. When not kissing he sucked my neck as if it was his mother's tit. He only broke off sucking to urge me on; "Grampy seed my ass. Cum in me. Please cum in my ass. Fill me with your love juices."

He returned to giving me my biggest hickey ever; like a vampire wanting to suck all the goodness out of me. 

I could finally hold off no longer. I was tipped over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm.  Blast after blast,  convulsion after convulsion, and now I was the one crying.  I was crying huge tears and gasps of joy. He was the one now kissing and lapping up my tears. 

"Thank you Grampy. Thank you so so much! ... I think we both needed that. "

"I know you are right there son. (Sigh!) Thank you!"

[Tanbbottom]

My lunch buddy friend was amazed when I reported on my bathhouse visit. Not that I saw so much bareback activity. He knew almost everyone went raw these days. That I had relented and taken toxic poz cum in just one visit, that astounded him. 

However,  he didn't know me from my promiscuous years, before life with my husband. In those days my visit would not have ended with one flip fuck. 

The fifty year old had been listening at the door. He slipped into my room all smiles when the young buck left; "I heard it all. You want to top or bottom with me now?"

"Sorry fella. Nice as your offer sounds that was just so intense for this old guy. I'm exhausted in a good way and taking these old bones home to my comfy bed. Maybe next time."

"Okay old man. But you owe me. I'll be watching for you."

"Fair enough, this raw cock and ass will be all yours."

"I'll hold you to that. "

"I'm counting on it."

Over the next few days I was flooded with pleasant memories of my years as a single cumdump. I remembered that my favorite sexual exploits had been outside sex, cruising at night in the woods. I wondered if my old cruising territories were still active so I began going for sunset drives to check them out. A number of these old wooded areas had now been developed into housing or strip malls. I was beginning to despair as I turned the corner approaching one of my favorites from the past. It to was now a strip mall. Then I noticed among it's fifteen shops and restaurants was a triple X video shop. Since I hadn't been to one in years I decided to explore. 

The punk on the counter must have been 18 but he looked younger. I think they call his look Goth. Black and drape like clothing. Black painted fingernails and eye makeup. Pierced nose and huge black discs in his stretched earlobes. This was all topped with a spike of bright red hair over the peak of his skull. 

Despite his look he was friendly enough. He gave me a verbal tour of the store and highlighted the curtain door that led back to video booths. 

I considered playing it cool and browsing through the shelves of videos and magazines but quickly changed my mind. I would only have been fooling myself. I was there for sex so would be best to not pretend otherwise. 

I purchased my tokens and headed to the back. I couldn't see anyone when I passed through the curtain. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. There were a couple of rows video booths and a quick survey of isles showed me that a half dozen were occupied with closed doors. I found myself wondering if I could discern the difference between the sex sounds from porn videos and guys actually doing each other. 

I came upon an occupied open booth. A man in his sixties was getting a blow job by an average looking guy in his thirties. When the older guy noticed me a look of horror entered his eyes. He quickly pulled up his pants and bolted from the booth. 

The younger guy motioned for me to enter and I was soon receiving a very adequate blow job. The door across the hall opened and the occupant stepped over to our door. He watched us and egged the young man on as he serviced my cock. 

The observers sizable cock was out and he asked with his eyes if he could join us. We both nodded assent and quickly he was eating my ass. My growing moans of pleasure sent a clear message. The younger of the two spun me around hoarked on his cock and was up my ass before I could even think. I was bent over so took the other cock in my mouth. I remembered how fulfilling it was to be spit roasted. 

I really wasn't ready for it to end when the young guy groaned; "Oh yeah old man  ... take my load  ... argh... ooph!." I felt each splash of hot cum hit my gut walls. 

As his softening cock fell out of me the other guy spun me and was already balls deep unloading his big fuck tool. He was so deep I couldn't feel the cum but the convulsions wracking his body were unmistakable. 

Damn it felt good to have two stranger's loads up my ass so quickly. 

I decided not to push my luck. I straightened my clothes and was heading through the front of the store when the kid behind the counter interpreted his chat with a friend to speak to me; "You leaving so soon old guy? You just got here."

I blushed and was taken aback by the boldness of my confession; "Been here long enough to collect two loads. Unless you're going to offer your's I figure I may as well quit while I'm ahead."

The clerk smiling; "Two loads eh. In the mouth or ass?"

"Ass"

"Cool man."

He asked his friend to cover the til while he took me into the office. He wasted no time in getting his thin nine inch tool up my cummy prelubed hole. As he was unloading he told me how much he loved breeding old guys; "Older the better. Thanks Grampa."

When I moved to pull my pants up he told me to stay as I was. His friend's payment for covering the store was to relieve himself in my ass. 

He left, his friend came in. His five inches went up my ass and he relieved himself by pissing in me. The clerk had literally meant 'relieve'.

I used the office washroom to get rid of my unexpected enima. When I came to thank the clerk he drew my attention to the bank of screens showing what was playing in the video booths..They all showed the young clerk unloading in my ass. He looked to the back of the store and said; "You are the star attraction. You better get back there and collect your cum bouquets. Feel free to slip out of those clothes. You're not going to need them for a while."

I was met by a bear of a man the moment I stepped through the curtain. He helped me out of my clothes, fucked and bred me right there in the hallway. 

In quick succession five more strangers pumped and dumped in this old fart. This aging ass had given up any hope of a nine load night years ago. A central part of my identity was back. Thanks be!

 

[hrbigbelly]

nice I am 58 years old and I am a horny old man myself. lol

[POZbreedingPIG]

Nice Story... love that

[huonvalleybb]

Hot you are never too old for a good breeding