Now that I'm 70...

“It’s been one hot day, and most of the guys are shirtless. I’m so fucking turned on right now, I would fuck your hole right here and now, and I wouldn’t care who saw. I would say let’s go to Ruby’s, but I’m needing an all-night fuck session. I can go several loads. I need to slam fuck a boy’s pussy one minute and skull fuck his head the next. I need to be in control. A glory hole doesn’t cut it.

“You wanna be used like that? I should say I am always in control, and once I get going I can get rough. I’m gonna slap you, toss you around, and slam fuck you into next week. If you are up for that, let’s go.

“My truck is over here. We’ll leave your car here. It’ll be safe. Donaldson won’t mind let alone notice. Get in. Strip naked. Pussy, I give orders and you fucking obey them. You just agreed to that not three minutes ago. Look, my windows are tinted, no one will see a naked pussy boy in the passenger seat. Good. Throw your clothes in back.

“Seatbelt on…. Do you live with anyone? What about pets? No? That’s good. Are you taking any medicine? No. Well then, it’s settled, you are spending the weekend with me. I’ll bring you back here on Monday morning.

“I can see your pecker is pointing up. That’s all the yes I need. Speaking of which, that thing is off limits to you. As I said, I am in control of every aspect of you. I will tell you when you can beat off—which will be never, what you eat—my hairy sweaty ass is on that list, what you drink—my piss will be primary, when you piss and shit—I will be douching you out, and so on.

“Yeah, I clean out my pussy’s pussy. It’s always a deep clean. When my arm goes in there, I don’t want to encounter any fag mud…. What’s that look for? You’ve never been fisted before? Well, you’re not going to be able to say that on Monday morning. We’ll do that tomorrow. Tonight, it’s about my cock and your pussy.

“Here scoot over and snuggle up with your daddy here on the drive home. Get used to the smell and the taste of my body. Rest your face on my chest. Feel the hairs on my arm. Run your fingers through them. They feel great hunh?

“Well tomorrow you will hate every single one of them. When my arm goes in deep, each one of those hairs will feel like tiny razor blades slicing into your pussy hole, perpetually throughout the night.

“Sunday will be your pussy’s day of rest. You will be locked up under my rimseat eating out my hole. And if you thought my arm hairs felt like razor blades, wait ‘til your tongue gets the same treatment from the hairs around my asshole.