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.