Troll

It’s different when you’re young; the whole idea of being a dreaded "troll"
seems so foreign. Then, one day, you wake up and find that indeed, you
are one of the dreaded trolls. Suddenly, a pity fuck doesn’t seem so bad.
Last night, a pity fuck is just what I looked for, too.

I really wasn’t fooled by these two young guys who were chatting me up.
It was Monday night, the bars were empty, I had money, they wanted
drinks, I wanted sex, they were young. We’ve all been on the young side
before, so I knew precisely what I was getting into. I like to think the
whole scenario is somewhat similar to the Ancient Greeks making men
out of the boys, but even I’m not that delusional. It’s about money, and
balling. Nothing more, nothing less. Who was I to buck to the system
when I had a boxerload of spoo wanting to take a ride?

Long story, short, I buy these two 20 something’s what seemed like an
ungodly amount of liquor and bar snacks before they finally ask for "a
ride home." On the drive home, they chatted like a pair of drunken
schoolgirls, gossiping about this one’s hair and that one’s pierced nipple,
and I wondered if these two knew their way around a back door well
enough to make this worthwhile. To my delight, it was worthwhile.

We got back to my place, and I did the obligatory drink offer and porn
tape in the VCR, just to let them know what was going on. They needed
no clues; they were on me like a pair of shoes. Within minutes, I found
myself ass up, bent over the leather sofa with two pairs of hungry lips
and hands all over my body. Granted, they weren’t big on foreplay, but I
wasn’t looking for loving, I was looking to fuck and get fucked. One guy
spread my ass open, jabbing his tongue in like an amateur, but I wasn’t
about to complain…especially when the other one slipped around the
sofa and stuffed his cock down my throat.

I took his dick in my mouth, holding the base of his rod tight until I
sucked the whiskey dick out of him and his cock stood alone. Then I got
busy working the tip of his bulging cock and I could hear him moan with
pleasure. I teased him for a while, pushing his hips back when he tried to
make me deep throat him, and I could see he was enjoying this little
game.

Around back, his buddy poked around my asshole as if looking for loose
change, so I finally told him to forget the finger play and fuck me already.
His pants were off and his dick was buried within seconds. He fucked
me fast, and fucked me hard, and he came nearly as fast as he shed his
oversized jeans. I rolled my eyes as I got off the sofa and told the young
man to sit in the Lazy-Boy and observe while I fucked his buddy
properly.

His eager friend got down on all fours, like an obedient slave, and I
rimmed him for a while as I spread his hole open with my fingers. I
wasn’t sure if he’d taken it in the ass before, so I wanted to be careful.
He was drunk, but not so drunk I couldn’t potentially hurt him. I finger
fucked him for a while, as his friend looked on, slowly stroking his own
cock in search of another hard on.

"Go get the Crisco out of my kitchen," I ordered, and he quickly jumped
from the chair and returned with my order.

I lubed the pink hole before me liberally, stuffing a few fingers deep
inside, then pulling out, then in again. I stroked my cock, my very hard
and wanting cock full of lube, then reached down to jerk the young man’s
hard on.

"Get under him and suck his dick."

The young man immediately slipped beneath his friend and obliged. I
pressed the tip of my throbbing dick into the glistening asshole
presenting before me, going slowly in order to gauge a reaction. He
bucked back into me and took my entire shaft, nearly knocking me back
in the process. Oh yeah, I thought, I’m in. I rocked slowly against his
ass, but this didn’t satisfy him. He started fucking my dick, and I stood
firm in amazement. This kid was hungry and he’d do all the work if I let
him. And I did let him, at least for a little while. He slapped his ass back
against me furiously waiting for me to haul off and fuck him, but I waited.

After teasing him for long enough, I placed the palm of my hand in the
middle of his back and pushed him down to the floor. Then I fucked him.
I closed my eyes and slammed my rod in and out as hard as my old
body would allow. I grabbed his shoulders for leverage and fucked him as
deep as I could. I could hear the young man moan and that got me even
more excited, I could feel the surge and I knew I was going to come very
soon. I pulled out at the last second and jerked my spoo onto his
smooth back. Loads of pent up jism rolled off his back and onto the
carpet, and when I was done I laid face down next to him.

"Now that’s how you fuck a man proper," I breathed.

As I lay there next to this young man I just fucked, I started feeling
smug, as if I really weren’t a troll. I was only 37, I reasoned, and these
guys will probably brag they had the best sex of their lives right here in
my living room. I was fooling myself. Who was I kidding? I’ll be the one
they gossip about when tomorrow night’s trick takes them home. Then I
felt my ass peel open, and lube spread about my hole, I realized we
weren’t done yet, and that I was about to get fucked proper by a pair of
twinks. Oh yes, life was NOT over at 37, not by a long shot.

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