#edward asner

Chapter 1: The Audition of Desire

Brennan Morgan, a 27-year-old with a lean, slender frame and a youthful, androgynous allure, had heard whispers about Ed Asner’s search for a personal assistant. Standing at 5'10" with dark brown wavy hair and greenish-hazel eyes that sparkled with mischief, Brennan was immediately intrigued. The legendary actor, now 85, was a stocky 5'8" with a robust, burly build—broad shoulders and a sturdy frame that exuded an everyman groundedness. His thick, bushy white eyebrows framed a face weathered by time, his once-dark brown hair now a tousled silver crown. That gravelly voice, a signature as potent as his 6.5-inch thick cock with its imposingly large head, had drawn Brennan like a moth to a flame.

The interview was set at the Paramount Hotel, and Brennan arrived with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He stepped into the room, where Ed Asner sat in a plush armchair, dressed in a long-sleeved dark green button-up shirt and black pants, a pair of glasses perched on his nose. The man looked distinguished, mature, and utterly commanding. Asner extended a hand, his grip firm, and barked, “Get over here, asshole, and give me a kiss. Thanks for coming.” His foul-mouthed charm was legendary, and Brennan couldn’t help but grin at the raw honesty.

The small talk began—Brennan’s education, his interests—before Asner shifted to the job’s details. But it was the gravitas, the depth of feeling in Ed’s presence, that captivated Brennan. He sensed something more, a hint of a thick, girthy cock beneath those slacks, a secret passion that belied the ageist stereotypes. Then, Asner dropped a bombshell with unbridled frankness.

“I’ve got a beautiful lady friend of several years. Still love my first wife—tremendously supportive for over 20 years. We meet weekly, usually with the family. I’m tired of the rat race, chasing women or dodging their pursuit. Thought about reconciling—marriage is safe, you know her inside out. But she does this, thinks that. I betrayed her, left with the door shut tight behind me, but she’s a good broad.”

Asner’s intent gaze locked onto Brennan. “So, you’re gay, right? You guys have a lot of sex?”

Brennan, resisting the urge to quip “Is the pope Catholic?”, replied, “Yes, I have sex just about every day, and like you, I love it. I once gave someone a seven-hour blow job.”

Asner’s bushy eyebrows shot up.

“Seven hours? You’ve got some goddamn stamina, kid.” A 60-second silence hung thick, charged with unspoken desire, before Asner growled, “Well, come on and start your real fucking interview.”

Brennan’s embarrassment flipped to excitement in a heartbeat. He slid closer, kneeling between Asner’s spread legs, his hands trembling as they brushed the older man’s thighs. The air crackled with tension as Brennan leaned in, his breath hot against Ed’s neck, nibbling the salt-and-pepper stubble with slow, teasing bites. Asner groaned, his gravelly voice rumbling, “Fuck, you’re a bold little tease,” as Brennan’s fingers traced the outline of his bulge through the black slacks, feeling it twitch under the fabric. Ed’s hands gripped the armchair, knuckles whitening, as Brennan unbuttoned the shirt one by one, exposing a chest dusted with white hair, still firm despite his age.

Brennan’s lips descended, kissing a wet trail down Ed’s sternum, tongue flicking over a nipple, drawing a sharp “Oh, shit!” from the older man. Brennan’s hands roamed lower, kneading the solid thighs, thumbs pressing into the muscle as he worked the zipper down with deliberate slowness. The sound of the metal teeth parting echoed in the room, and Brennan’s fingers slipped inside, brushing the coarse hair at the base of Asner’s cock. Ed’s hips bucked slightly, a low growl escaping as Brennan massaged the thickening shaft through the underwear, feeling the girth swell under his palms.

“Take it out, you horny bastard,” Asner rasped, his hands now tangling in Brennan’s wavy hair, tugging lightly. Brennan obeyed, rolling the waistband down to reveal the massive cut cock—6.5 inches of thick, veined meat with a bulbous head that glistened with anticipation. The heavy balls hung low, swaying as Brennan cupped them, rolling the weighty orbs in his hands. He leaned in, exhaling warm breath over the shaft, letting his tongue dart out to lick the underside, tracing the pulsing vein from base to tip.

“Fuck yes, tease it,” Ed commanded, his voice a gravelly plea.

Brennan’s lips hovered, kissing the head softly, then harder, sucking the tip into his mouth with a wet smack. His hands continued their work, one stroking the shaft with a firm grip, the other massaging the balls, fingers dipping lower to tease the sensitive skin behind. Asner’s hips jerked, his hands guiding Brennan’s head with more urgency.

“Lick those nuts, you filthy slut,” he ordered, and Brennan dove under, his tongue lapping at the sack, sucking one ball into his mouth, then the other, moaning as the musky scent filled his senses. Ed’s groans grew louder, “Oh, Christ, you’re a goddamn pro,” as Brennan’s tongue swirled and probed, leaving the skin slick and glistening.

The foreplay built to a fever pitch—Brennan’s hands returned to the shaft, pumping slowly as he kissed up the length, his lips leaving a trail of saliva. Ed yanked him back by the hair, thrusting his cock forward.

“Suck it hard now, you cock-hungry kid—drink from my hose!” he barked, his hips bucking. Brennan took the cue, engulfing the thick head, his tongue swirling around the ridge, sucking deep as Ed’s precum flooded his mouth. The older man’s thrusts grew wild, his profanity-laced encouragements—“Choke on it, you slut!”—driving Brennan into a frenzy of desire.

Ed fucked his face with abandon, muttering, “Take it, you slut, choke on that fat dick.” Brennan gagged, tears pricking his eyes, but he loved every second, his own 7-inch slender cut cock straining in his pants.

Asner’s pace quickened, his balls tightening as he growled, “I’m gonna blow, you greedy fuck—swallow every drop!”

The first hot spurt hit Brennan’s throat, and he gulped greedily, catching the thick, creamy load as Ed pumped again, filling his mouth. Brennan squeezed the base, milking a final drop onto his tongue, where Ed’s semi-hard cock flopped with a satisfied slap. “Well, damn, kid,” Asner panted, looking down with approval. “You suck a helluva good cock.”

Dazed, Brennan rose, and they shook hands. Asner’s crusty facade melted. “You’re a warm, winning fellow. Job’s yours if you can keep up with me.”

Prime Ed Asner… without a doubt, top. I’d love a pre-hip surgery Ed banging away at me.

As for Dan Lauria. I’ve always seen him as a top.

You're traveling through another dimension - a dimension in which director Peter Jackson is currently getting ready to direct one of his biggest film projects to date, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. He has decided to cast beloved actor, John Astin, of The Addams Family fame, as Gandalf the Grey.

Inspired by this singular casting decision, Peter Jackson and the film's producers have decided to cast The Lord of the Rings films entirely with other vintage television actors. They've entrusted the process of casting for the film to whom they believe will make the perfect decisions: the tumblr userbase.

Each actor will be taken from places in the prime of their television career (as pictured). A common practice in this strange alternate dimension.

You are now the new casting director for The Lord of The Rings. Who will you choose?

Physique: Stocky Build/Heavyset Height: 5"7" (1.70 m)

Eddie Asner (November 15, 1929 – August 29, 2021), professionally known as Edward Asner, was an American actor and former president of the Screen Actors Guild. He is best remembered for portraying Lou Grant during the 1970s and early 1980s, on both The Mary Tyler Moore Show and its spin-off series Lou Grant, making him one of the few television actors to portray the same character in both a comedy and a drama. He is the most awarded male performer in Emmy history with seven wins, five of them for playing Grant. Asner died on August 29, 2021 at the age of 91.

A television legend, seven time Emmy winner and bear icon, it wasn't until 1993 when I saw him in a rerun of a TV movie called The Family Man that I first took notice of him. He was stout, hairy, masculine and so fuckin sexy. In my mind everything a man should be and an excellent addition to my spank bank. And over the years, Asner's prolific and much honored acting career demonstrates a consummate ability to transcend the line between one of U.S. television's most acclaimed and most controversial actors to unlikely sex symbol.

And I'm sure Asner had been clued into his own furry attractiveness by more than one admirer and was probably comfortable with the idea of being lusted after by other men.

With that being said, He was married twice and had four children, two daughters and a son from his first marriage; and a son from a relationship with Carol Jean Vogelman. He served in the U.S. Army Signal Corps, appearing in plays put on for the troops as they toured around Europe. Asner has established himself as one of the most legendary actors alive over the course of his sixty-year career, all while serving in eclectic leadership roles and campaigning for charitable causes.