Roland had really enjoyed opening his life up to Chase. He was a really wonderful young man; well-mannered, considerate, energetic, youthful, kind, encouraging, an engaging conversationalist and… well… Roland thought he was absolutely adorable. And he occasionally let Chase know it, too, which was a big step for him. He was used to keeping his crushes to himself, and it felt so good to just tell Chase he looked handsome or strong whenever he felt the urge. He liked how it made the boy smile and blush, or flex, or wink at him. He felt like a dirty old bird, but Chase constantly assured him that he found Roland desirable, as well. Roland wasn’t sure how that could be the case, being a 7’3” 698-pound old man.
He’d weighed himself that morning with a special scale that Chase had bought for him a few weeks ago. He suspected that the gain in weight in recent months was due to Chase’s presence in his life. The boy came over frequently to cook for him, or pay for ordering meals when home cooking proved inadequate for the giant’s appetite. The added calories had definitely ballooned him a bit. And Chase was always offering to do things for him. Eventually, Roland relented and opened up to Chase helping him care for his beard, his toes curling when the boy would brush it and rub in the beard oil. They often engaged in activities that definitely felt sexual to Roland, even if he hadn’t really done anything with his cock with Chase yet. He remembered the night they first met and they went back to his house and they’d ended up just… cuddling together on the couch after a big meal. That was one of Roland’s favorite memories ever since his wife had passed.
Lately, things had escalated yet again thanks to his added weight. He was bigger around and that made it more difficult to reach the buttons at the furthest circumference of his shirts and his pants, and instead of walking around exposing his gut and drawers, he asked for Chase’s help dressing him. Now, he was so big he thought he would probably need the boy’s help in yet another arena. They were hanging out one evening in his living room and he was fidgeting with his big gorilla hands, a sure sign that something was on his mind.
Chase never thought he’d develop such a bond with someone so much older than him, much less meet a giant hulking daddy bear. The extra weight looked good on him, and Chase was encouraging Roland to go to his college’s gym with him, but Roland had been too shy for that thus far, feeling awkward being in the gym. It’d been quite a chaste companionship thus far, but Chase found that pretty endearing about the big stud.
A lot of men just wanted to hook up and bolt, but Roland was a lot more than some hookup. He clearly wanted something more than just sex, and seemed apprehensive about sex stuff in general. They hadn’t even been nude together, Chase offering to sleep on the couch. He figured it’d be weird for Roland to have another person in his bed so soon after his wife passed.
It was on that same heavily-divoted couch that they sat, Chase’s strong hand coming to rest atop Roland’s gigantic mitts. He’d seen the big brute get like this sometimes, and he usually had a pretty adorable confession to make as a result. Chase leaned against Roland’s bulk a bit, rubbing along his hairy forearms gently. “What’s on your mind, big man?” he asked with a gentle smile, not wanting to push things too far too fast.
Roland felt that small hand rest on top of his huge ones and he looked over and down at Chase from his higher vantage point, having to look over the crest of his chest, shoulder, and belly to see what he could of the younger man. “Ah, ya really know how to read me like an open book. Just like my wife,” he chuckled nervously, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Well, y-y’see… You’ve been mighty helpful with helpin’ me get dressed. I can’t thank you enough for all the help you’ve been volunteerin’ to do that for me. I feel bad asking something more of you, but… there’s somethin’ else I’ve been havin’ trouble with doin’ on my own…” he stammered out. He felt so embarrassed admitting there were some things that he just couldn’t do well as he got bigger and older.
“Yeah? There’s nothin’ wrong with that. Big man like you needs help fitting into our society that wasn’t designed for giant studly fellas like yourself. I keep tellin’ you it’s gonna be awful hard to scare me off, heh. I’m here with you for as long as you’ll have me, stud.” Chase was always so confident when he spoke. It was a huge generational gap; Roland felt bashful about asking for the smallest amount of intimate assistance from anyone, much less another man. “I like helping you get dressed. I think it’s cool that you’re so big and manly you have trouble buttoning up your shirts and pants, heh. So… what’s on your mind, stud?” he asked, his hand reaching up to rub alongside Roland’s jaw, scratching into his big beard. It was looking better and better these days, the beard oil and brushing made it look so full and handsome, letting everyone see what a virile stud he was even in his old age.
Roland couldn’t hold back a moan of delight as he felt those fingers make their way to his whiskers and stroke them. He almost regretted telling Chase how much that kind of touching made him feel good, but then he wouldn’t trade all the wonderful beard rubs he’d received for anything in the world.
“I… mmff… yeah, that’s a good spot there… I mean, er,” he stammered, trying to focus on what he’d meant to say and not the confident fingers of his young companion scritching under his chin. “I think I might need some help… cleanin’ up. In the shower. If… ya know what I mean,” he trailed off, blushing terribly.
Chase smirked a bit, that’s what Roland was all worried about? It seemed very silly to be so flustered about, but he knew how serious this was for the older man. “Well, yeah, I kinda figured. Plus you’ve been getting even bigger, so I’m guessing that’s not helping either. I’d be more’n happy to help you out, stud. There are probably a few places that haven’t gotten much attention lately. I’m guessin’ your pits, belly, legs, and rear are all too troublesome for you to reach?”
Roland timidly nodded his head on his nearly non-existent neck, wanting to sink his face into his pectoral cleavage in embarrassment. “Y-yeah… and… my bathin’ suit area, if I’m bein’ honest. I gotta heft up my gut to get a good angle on it and it’s been hard to do one-handed. I… I’d offer to wear a swimsuit in there if it wasn’t fer that… As it is, ya’d have to see me… y’know, naked,” he said, looking away.
“Heh. You keep acting like that’s a downside for me, stud. I’d be pretty happy to see you naked. Maybe after a while, I could jump into the shower and be naked with you while I’m helping scrub you down if you’d like that.” Chase had to control himself and not talk about how he wanted to stroke Roland’s monster dick and lick and suck his huge testicles and lose himself in the old man’s mass. If only Roland knew how difficult it was for Chase to avoid pouncing and kissing this giant daddy.
“… So, did you… wanna take care of that now? No sense in waiting if you’re feeling kinda grody.”
Roland nodded again, signaling his need to get clean. “Yeah, I’ve been feelin’ kinda musky for the past week. I apologize in advance. Did you want to use my bathtub or should we just do it with my shower door open?” he asked as he began to stand up, truly towering over the more slightly below-average height of Chase. Standing this close together, Roland truly couldn’t see the boy over his bulk.
“Whatever is more comfortable for you, big man. If you get much bigger you might wanna think about remodeling your bathroom so it can handle a fella your size, heh.” Could he even get much bigger? The thought was… conflicting.
Chase sprang up with the eagerness of a puppy, not just for wanting to see this giant stud naked in all of his glory but to help him be more comfortable with his size and his affection for men.
“Sounds expensive,” Roland grunted as he walked up the stairs, each one creaking in agony as he hefted his weight onto them. He eventually made his way to the master bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. “Awright, here’s where I begin to need your help, kiddo,” he said with a rueful chuckle, patting the sides of his belly to signal he needed to be undressed.
Chase smiled, crouching down and starting with Roland’s belt, unfastening it and pulling it through the belt loops before reaching up to open the button and pull his fly down, letting his overburdened briefs bulge through the opening. He rose upward and began to unbutton Roland’s shirt carefully, the halves of the shirt quickly pulling open as soon as they were released as though grateful to be freed from the older man’s bulk. He had to reach higher up to reach the uppermost buttons, and by the time he made it across the big man’s chest, the buttons were threatening to go flying.
Once his hairy torso was exposed, Chase helped him slip one side of his shirt off, and then the other, leaving him shirtless with his pants undone but held up by the girth of his thighs. Chase touched the hem of Roland’s underwear. “This too?” he asked gently.
Roland closed his eyes for a moment, thinking carefully, perhaps even asking his late wife for forgiveness, before nodding his head. “Yeah, it’s time, boy.”
He felt Chase’s fingers dig under the waistband and tug down, needing to apply some force to make the briefs slide down his enormous quads and over the shelf of his preposterous glutes. As they lowered, Chase could see the old man’s snowy pubes poke through, until he got to the pale root of the old man’s cock, thick as a can of soda as he revealed more of it under the shadow of that titanic gut.
Chase’s eyes widened a bit as he undressed the older man, watching more and more of his pendulous cock reveal itself as he pulled his underwear down further. His jaw fell open as Roland’s cock just kept going and going, finally stopping when it was just over halfway down his thighs.
“Whoa… you’re massive, big man.” He didn’t need to expand on how it was so much bigger and meatier than he thought it’d be, he didn’t want to make the big man feel even more bashful. By the time the underwear was down his ankles, Roland was completely naked in front of another man outside the context of a locker room. This was much more intimate. Roland felt vulnerable for the first time in a long while.
The old man’s skin was flushed as he stood there, even the tips of his ears turning red. “Ah… well… I suppose we should get on with things…” he stammered, starting to plod over to the walk-in shower, his heavy genitals bouncing to and fro along with his enormous belly. Even the man’s balls were heavy and mighty-looking as they got tossed around, as big as Chase’s fists. Roland stepped inside of the shower and turned on the water, but didn’t close the door, allowing for Chase to reach in and soap whatever was necessary. Considering how much space the old man took up in there, it was a miracle he could fit inside of it at all anymore, with his larger-than-ever girth.
Chase had bought Roland a new showerhead a while ago, one that was connected to a hose so he could remove the showerhead and clean off difficult-to-reach spots. But Roland had reached the limits of that a while ago, and so now Chase commanded the showerhead. He splashed warm water against Roland’s back, making sure it saturated every part of him before he hung the showerhead back up and grabbed the bar of soap, starting to rub it directly against Roland’s skin, soaping up his immense back before sliding down between the chasm between Roland’s massive glutes.
Roland was as red as a tomato as Chase got closer to washing his rear, he thought it’d gross the young man out so much that he wouldn’t want to see him ever again. He was surprised to feel Chase very enthusiastically cleaning every inch of Roland’s backside, digging in with a soap-soaked washcloth, making sure to reach underneath and give the older man’s taint a good scrub, taking care to get the parts that his huge thighs forced to fold in on themselves. “How’s the water temperature?” he asked nonchalantly, elbows-deep between Roland’s glutes.
Roland thought for sure that Chase would’ve realized he didn’t actually want to touch such a sweaty, dirty old man and have run out on him by now, so he was surprised to feel him take such a careful, professional approach to clean him. “It’s nice ‘n’ warm, heh,” he replied, too nervous to relax and just enjoy the very nice feeling of a handsome young man’s hands on his naked body, feeling him in places where only his wife had ever touched him. He spread his stance out a bit wider when Roland got to his thighs; he knew that they would press against each other stubbornly otherwise.
Chase dutifully covered every bit of the giant stud’s legs, his massive hairy thighs, his broad, bulging calves, and the tops of his broad feet. He even dug his fingers into the muscle in various places, trying to massage the big man. He rose upward, rubbing the back of Roland’s traps, shoulders, and triceps. The triple-tall neck rolls all got lovingly tended to, even his bald head was nicely soaped up. Once he was confident that everything along Roland’s back half had been cleaned, he sprayed him down and made sure none of the soap remained to irritate his skin. “All right big man, you wanna turn around and face me?”
Roland hesitated for several moments and he could tell that Chase knew something was up. “Uh… y-yeah… just… I mean… well… Gosh, guess there’s no point in waitin’ for this to go down, doesn’t feel like it’s going to any time soon…” he muttered before padding around, facing Chase. The old man’s formerly limp cock had apparently gotten quite excited from all the touching and squeezing and was jutting out underneath his belly, somehow able to lift its heft parallel to the floor, the length of it nearly pushing out as far as his belly did, which was no small feat. It was difficult to tell if the liquid dripping off of the tip was just water or… something more.
Chase grinned affectionately, pretending like the hulking daddy’s massive hard-on was no big deal. “Whew… what a handsome beast you are, Roland,” he said gently, figuring it was best to start from the top and save his junk for last. He set the bar of soap down and grabbed a bottle of special beard shampoo, having to lean forward against Roland’s heavy belly to reach his face, starting to dutifully scrub the shampoo into his big snowy beard.
“Dunno what you were so nervous about, big man. There’s nothin’ to be ashamed of. You’re exactly the way you oughta be… well… maybe you could stand to gain a few more pounds,” he said with an impish chuckle, digging his fingers in and scritching around Roland’s beard eagerly.
Roland was quiet as he soaked up those compliments before bending down as he saw Chase wanting to lather up his beard. Even bending over, poor Chase had to practically rest his entire body against his dripping wet torso. He couldn’t hold back a long, low moan as his beard was scritched, however, so deep and lusty that Chase swore he could feel it reverberating inside of him.
After a moment, the big lug appeared to absorb what Chase had said. “More? Ya really think I’d look good even heavier?” he asked, blinking. He’d thought he’d been pushing things with his added pounds lately, but it sounded like Chase was hungry for him to add on even more!
“I want you to be as big as you wanna be, Roland. Without worryin’ what people will think or how they might see you. Because from my point of view, the best thing for a guy as naturally huge as you is to lean into it and embrace it. You’d be a beast at my gym, heh. And my student ID lets me take a guest with me.”
This was something that Roland already knew, thanks to Chase bringing it up every now and again. College students had dominion over that gym; it felt strange for Roland to think about his gigantic elderly frame alongside boys Chase’s age.
The younger man kept lathering up Roland’s beard, partly because there was so much to cover and partly because he loved seeing the big brute groan happily. The lathering practically put Roland into a trance! He was purring a bit by the end of it, putty in Chase’s hands, his cock leaking a bit faster. “O-Okay… I guess I could try out yer gym… just once… to see how it feels. I’m sure the fellas there don’t want an old man crampin’ their style!” Roland chuckled. It seemed that Chase had finally found the right time to suggest something scary and new to the old man.
Chase grinned impishly. Maybe it’d been a little manipulative to do this while knowing that Roland was at his most suggestible and wouldn’t go back on his word once he’d made a commitment to something. “I’m real glad to hear that, big man.” He tenderly kissed the side of Roland’s huge gut, grabbing the bar of soap again and starting to lather up his broad chest, digging his fingers in through the snowy white chest fur. “Raise your arms up for me big guy,” he commanded gently, exposing Roland’s deep, musky pits to the air. Roland was humiliated, surely the stink of his armpits would drive the poor boy away!
“Mmmn. Woof. That’s a real man’s smell, stud. No wonder every woman gets so eager around you, I bet they can smell how virile you are. Almost seems a shame to wash it off completely. But I’m sure it’ll grow back in no time, heh.” Chase dug into Roland’s armpits with the soap, rubbing the front of his lats and the sides of his pecs as he explored the musky caverns with his fingers.
“They do not, heh!” Roland denied Chase’s remark about his attractiveness to the women he occasionally found himself around. It was more that Roland seemed too dense to realize the way that the women at the grocery store found excuses to walk up to him and start conversations. He just thought they were being friendly when they offered their phone numbers or finding excuses to touch his arm. He thought nothing of the neighborhood cookout last year, the first year he’d been widowed where he’d been surrounded by the single women (and even some of the wives) of the neighborhood all evening long. “Careful… I can get a lil’ ticklish,” he said with a deep giggle, making his bulk quake as he bit his lower lip, feeling those little fingers digging into his sensitive spots, forcing another boyish giggle out of him.
Chase grinned like a fox about to pounce on its prey. “Oh yeah? Like this?” he giggled, digging in and tickling Roland’s armpits playfully, squeezing his meaty arms around Roland’s chest so he couldn’t shake him off so easily.
Roland burst out into a deep, throaty laugh as he was tickled, his muscles twitching as he tried to shift around but Chase was a persistent opponent. “Cut it out, boy!” he laughed, tears starting to form at the edge of his eyes as he lowered his arm, trapping Chase in the moist, soapy pit, pinning him with the weight of his enormous body.
Chase tried to pull his arms free, hoping the soap would let him slip out, but his struggles were to no avail. “Hah! You’re just holding my hands in there with all that muscle, big man!” he laughed, continuing his assault, nuzzling his face against Roland’s huge, soapy chest.
Roland was laughing more and more hoarsely at this point, crying while laughing, slumping his back against the rear of the shower wall. “S-Stop it… I’m gonna lose my balance and take ya down with me!” he warned between laughs.
Chase finally relented, his hands and fingers no longer moving, starting to lose some of the feeling in his digits from the massive force of Roland’s muscles squeezing down around his forearms. “All right, all right, I don’t want ya to fall and hurt yourself, big guy. I’ll stop, promise.”
It took a few more moments for Roland’s stimulation to wind down, his laughs slowing until he had control again and stood back up fully, releasing Chase from his sweaty prison. “Serves ya right for takin’ advantage of a helpless ol’ man!” he grunted in mock indignance, snorting and turning his nose up at his young attendant.
“Yeah, helpless, the old man who could squash me flat under just his gut. What a poor mistreated creature you are,” Chase cooed teasingly as he returned to soaping up Roland’s chest, his fingers grazing across the meaty nubs of the older man’s nipples, poking out through the snowy forest of his chest hair.
Roland shuddered a little at that brief contact. “C-Careful! Not sure what that was just now but… just… careful,” he told Chase, flushed and panting a little bit afterward. He wasn’t sure how he liked losing so much control… but it still felt good to feel that pleasure.
“Hmm? This?” he asked, dragging his fingertips gently across Roland’s nipples, the areolas stretched out wide across his chest due to how much mass his pecs contained.
“A-A-Aaaaahh!!” he gasped, his cock swinging up to slap against the bottom of his gut in excitement, a gush of precum issuing forth from it. “I said easy does it!”
“Whoa, okay, sorry,” Chase grunted, pulling his hands away for a moment to let the big guy catch his breath. “Is this… new for ya? In all the time you and your wife were together, neither of you tried playing with your nipples a bit? A lot of guys find it really erotic and arousing to have their nips teased a little. Mine are wired up really good, I’ve been able to cum just from having two guys sucking on my nips, heh!” Just the thought of that made Roland shiver. Three men having sex at the same time?! What… what would he even do during such an event?
Roland shook his head in response to Chase’s inquiry. “Nah… we just did… y’know, normal married sex. We didn’t have all this other stuff you young guys have! Never got the idea to touch myself in that… kinda way,” he admitted, blushing. “It… it feels too sensitive!” he said, turning away.
“Aww, c’mon stud. Nothin’ wrong with exploring what you like. It’s really normal, I promise. Are you… able to reach them yourself at all?” he asked, genuinely curious as to whether the size of his biceps and pecs kept him from reaching his own meaty nips.
Roland shook his head again. “See?” he demonstrated, attempting to reach across his body to grasp at the opposite side’s nipple, only to fall far short thanks to his biceps and pec smashing against each other and neither giving way to the other. It went without saying that he couldn’t touch the same side’s nipple for similar musclebound reasons.
Chase blinked, not having considered that. “Ohh… you really can’t reach. And your wife never touched them, eh… well damn, that’s kind of a shame, big guy. All this time you’ve been missin’ out on something that can really add to your satisfaction. But I’ll quit gettin’ you worked up since I need to get to the rest of you,” he chortled, moving his hands down to begin the arduous process of soaping up Roland’s gigantic gut, feeling the flabby give it had in certain places and the steel-hard muscle gut beneath it.
The rubdown was once again relaxing to Roland, his eyes closing and letting his head lay slack against his traps as he moaned deeply, feeling those fingers work into his bulk, shifting it around, manipulating what was pliable, and massaging what was solid. His cock throbbed and ached again, leaking more from its uncut tip.
Chase couldn’t really tell how leaky the big beast was thanks to the water running down his body when he was turned around, but now that he was facing him with the water splashing down his back, he could see how eagerly Roland’s fat dick was leaking onto the shower floor. Just from getting his belly rubbed he was dribbling out more than most guys did in an entire load! “Feels good, huh?” he asked, reaching around the underside of Roland’s gut to wash it, reaching deep in and soaping up Roland’s crotch as well.
“Aaaahhhhh!” Roland moaned, unable to form intelligible responses with his cock feeling so hard and slapping up against the underside of his gut again, slinging a long string of precum against Chase’s body, marking it with his musky scent.
Chase paused his ministrations for a few moments, letting Roland catch his breath. He didn’t think it was a good idea to mention how the front of his mostly-wet shirt was now coated in a splash of musky precum for fear of making Roland feel like a freak. “You okay, Roland?” he asked, still not moving. He didn’t want to overwhelm the poor guy.
“Gimme… mmfff… a second…!” he strained, his cock bobbing up and down with excitement after feeling Chase’s fingers get closer. “Just… hah… a lil’… overstimulated… hoooo…” he breathed, taking deep breaths, his enormous pecs expanding and contracting slowly. “I-I’m ready… Guess this was more than ya bargained for, huh?” he asked self-deprecatingly, blushing again.
“Not at all, stud. In fact, this is even more exciting than I thought it’d be. I really like doing this. Your body is a gigantic temple and deserves a little worship now and again,” he explained gently, not wanting Roland to feel quite so humiliated by his size. “It might be… kinda hard to wash off your man-parts if you’re this sensitive. Without making you, uh… burst, I guess. But…” he paused, gulping a bit. “I want you to shoot your load, big man. You’ve gone without release for so long… it’s probably hard for you to reach your manhood even with how big it is, eh?”
Roland blushed even more as he nodded in acknowledgment of his handicap. “It’s… true. I even gotta sit down to properly relieve myself when it’s time to use the bathroom. When I’m out and about I either gotta find one of those big handicap stalls or just hold it in,” he admitted, feeling slightly ashamed. His size was so inconvenient.
Chase frowned a bit at the older man’s tone. He didn’t want him to feel ashamed or embarrassed by his wonderful size, even with the limitations it brought him. “I kinda wondered why you never went to the bathroom when we’ve been going out, even after downing all those pitchers of beer. Would it… make it easier if I held your manhood for you and aim it properly when we’re out together?”
The thought of another man walking in and seeing Chase holding Roland’s dick as he urinated was even more humiliating to the older man… but it did seem like an efficient solution.
“You’d… really do that, Chase? That’s awful sweet of ya… Well… I suppose if you’re offerin’ on yer own… it wouldn’t be selfish of me to accept…” Roland responded, smiling meekly under his damp beard. It really took a lot of cajoling to get the big man to accept any form of assistance.
Chase was slowly getting used to the fact that he’d have to gently nudge Roland along towards any meaningful acceptance of his size and his desires. “I’d be happy to, big man. And you don’t just have to stick to toilets either. This shower is a great place to just kinda… let fly, you know?”
Urinating in the shower?! That was just… not right!
“I can turn around if it makes ya more comfortable. But I figure you deserve to unload without having to stress about making sure it doesn’t splash anywhere. Worst case scenario I can just rinse it off ya in case any of it splashes, heh.”
Roland furrowed his brow and bit his bottom lip. There was no way he could urinate with this erection going on. And there was no way he could get the erection to go away at this point without… letting it play out the way nature intended. Could he really let Chase bring him to climax? That was… well, that was practically intercourse, as far as someone in his generation was concerned. Was he ready for that? Would… his late wife allow him the pleasure? He wanted to believe she’d just want him to be happy. And right now… the cum was feeling like it was boiling in his balls. “A-All right… but if I turn like this,” Roland said, turning to face the shower wall and exposing his backside to Chase, “how are you going to help me out up front?”
“Well… I was thinkin’ you could face me, so I could help ya get there. Not that I think it’ll take much, heh. Would it… be okay if I took off my clothes and got in there with you?” He figured that the old man was so pent-up and horny that he’d agree to a lot right now.
“O-Oh… I guess that makes sense… can’t get in here and have your clothes all damp…” Roland muttered, not realizing just how messy things had gotten for Chase during their little chore, since he hadn’t really been able to see much of him since they’d started. He was just too big and Chase was too small to see over himself. He turned back around and his cock pointed toward Chase dangerously, like a loaded cannon.
Chase took a few steps back, letting Roland see just how soaked with pre his shirt and pants had become. The younger man grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, revealing his thick, beefy torso, the faintest trace of a four-pack on his middle, his big heavy pecs jutting out, his shoulders wide and brawny. He had a few little patches of brown hair across his chest and down his navel, which was quickly revealed as Chase shucked his pants off, revealing a rock-hard cock that was nearly as thick as his own wrist, but like the rest of him, it was squat and wide, only about five inches long. His balls were plenty large as well, fueling his dribbling dick.
“In case you thought I was lyin’ about what I said…” he grinned, taking a step back and turning a bit to let Roland see his own throbbing erection.
Roland let out a small gasp as he saw Chase’s nude body, its desire evident in that throbbing organ. He had heard from Chase countless times by now that he found Roland attractive. That certainly wasn’t a surprise. But… the reality of seeing the effect he had on the boy’s body, that it was his lumpy bulk that made the lad so hard and eager… that was unexpected. Not to mention it was the first erection he’d seen on another man. Of course, he’d seen genitals in the locker room, but they were never in a state of excitement before. This one stood proudly upward, even with its modest length and impressive girth. Roland’s own body let out another squirt of precum that splattered audibly onto the tiled floor.
Chase smiled proudly at seeing Roland’s reaction, standing naked in front of the elderly brute for the first time. “See? You get me all worked up, big man. Do you like what you see?” he asked with a grin, bringing his beefy arms up to flex, flaring his lats out and exposing his own deep, hairy pits. Such youthful manly pulchritude eagerly displayed right in front of him, sending Roland’s mind reeling with all the flashbacks of being around young men like Chase but not knowing what to do about this tight knot of feelings that rose up in his throat. Roland thought that other men would find him repulsive and wouldn’t reciprocate his affections, and here was a young man who seemed to have amalgamated so many features he found desirable in men, eagerly standing right in front of him and showing off his muscular body proudly, just waiting for Roland to state his approval.
Roland swallowed the lump in his throat as the moment continued hanging. His eyes were wide and his heart was beating fast. Even though he was incredibly aroused by Chase, he was also feeling… fear. This was the furthest he’d ever gone in his dalliances with the same sex. It was a big step. “I…” he started, trying to find what he wanted to say. His cock throbbed and belched another wad of precum again, splattering to the tiling below. He could even feel it splash against his feet along with the shower water. Why did he have to say it? Couldn’t Chase see it? Couldn’t he read the desire on his face, on his crotch? Couldn’t he smell the scent of the old man’s precum starting to stink up the shower despite the slightly floral scent of the soap mixing in with it? He trembled. A huge, 7’3”, nearly 700-pound septuagenarian quivering in fear from simply having to speak aloud his desire.
“I think you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
Chase grinned and blushed a little. “Aww, you’re awful sweet, big man. I’m glad I turn you on. I wanna make you happy. So… what do you want this big man to do to you?” he asked, lowering his arms and rolling his meaty pecs. He didn’t want to push Roland into a place that frightened him… and it was important for Roland to acknowledge these feelings for himself.
“I… I want you to…” Roland began timidly, not sure where the sentence was going to end up. It was like a kid who hadn’t gotten a present in his entire life being told he could have anything he wanted from the toy store. His fantasies had never really taken firm shape, given his ignorance and old-fashioned perspective. He knew what a man and a woman did together, and he had a vague notion from locker room talk of what men who weren’t as “masculine” did with each other, but not enough to feel like he had a roadmap for what he should ask for next. “I just… really want some relief,” he grunted, gesturing at the swollen testes that were pumping him full of testosterone. His cock spluttered another gout of precum; the man seemed to have an endless reservoir of it!
Chase grinned and approached again, his squat frame vanishing beneath the horizon of Roland’s pecs and belly. The younger man rinsed the soap from Roland’s beard, chest, and belly tenderly, just letting his flesh rub against Roland’s where their bodies met.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked teasingly, wanting to get Roland worked up. He figured giving him an anchor point to expand upon would be a good idea.
“Y-Yes… it’s very… mmff… comforting when you touch my belly… or my beard… but then you very well know that by now,” Roland chuckled, thinking back on all the times the boy had made him feel so fuzzy-headed and wonderful just by giving him a few well-placed rubs.
“Yeah, I do. Do you want me to touch you there? Or… maybe someplace else?” he said teasingly, squatting down to rub along the front of the man’s massive thighs, rubbing between the inside of them gently, knowing that some guys were really sensitive there.
Roland trembled from that touch, his thighs quaking and worrying for a second that he might lose strength in his legs and come crashing down on the poor boy, his mass crushing him against the precummy tiles. “Aahhhh!! That’s… that’s very… nnffhhh… nice…!” he grunted. It was definitely cranking his arousal higher… perhaps he needed to focus more on that than the safety blanket of belly and beard rubs. “A-And… my n-” he almost couldn’t say it, “nipples…”
Chase rose upward, leaning his torso against Roland’s belly. The old man could feel Chase’s eager young dick rubbing against the head of his own; another man’s genitals rubbing his own! The thought was almost too exciting to bear, but that thought was blasted out of his mind the moment Chase’s fingertips made contact with his nipples, just one finger gently passing back and forth over both of them. “How does this feel, big man? You want me to stop like before?” he asked, his voice a little more… bold than Roland had heard it in the past.
“Aahhhhhh!!!” he cried out, his voice powerful enough that neither would’ve been surprised if a neighbor had heard him. “N-No, don’t stop! I… I need to feel this!! Oh god… never… felt this before… Seventy-five years and never got to feel this before tonight!” he gasped out, his cock achieving a hardness he’d never felt before. Somehow, it hadn’t been fully hard yet as Roland felt it expand just a bit more.
“Oh, I won’t stop. Not until you get what you need, like a big man should,” he growled, kissing and licking at the top of Roland’s belly as he made a fist with both hands and dragged his knuckles across the tips of Roland’s meaty nipples, stimulating them back and forth with his touch. “Does it feel good, big man? I love hearing you moan and bellow like the hulking beast you are,” Chase egged him on.
“Mmfff… I… usually… try not to make much sound… I can scare people otherwise… Speak softly… nnffhhh… try not to take up too much space… ggghhhh… don’t wanna be… a beast!” he huffed out whenever the shocks of pleasure allowed him to form words. His cock was jutting wildly against Chase’s modest member.
“But it feels good to indulge like this, doesn’t it? Flex your big muscles, stud. Feel how massive and powerful you are. You’re the biggest, strongest man on the whole planet. I don’t think you realize just how impossibly sexy that makes you. Do you want to get off like this?… Or did you want me to touch you somewhere else? Maybe along your big fat fuckin’ bitch-breaker cock?” Such filthy language! Chase’s voice sounded different now, growling and commanding, keeping the old man held tightly in his grasp. He wouldn’t let Roland deny himself any longer.
Roland was sweating, his face turning red as he became more and more flustered and aroused. “T-Touch my c-cock…!” he sputtered out, thrusting his crotch out assertively, the massive tool not even wobbling as he did so, it was so hard and his groin muscles so strong. It shot a rope (!) of precum so strongly that it splattered up against Chase’s chin, drenching him in the precursor to the hulk’s manly essence.
Chase licked his upper lip and squatted down, gently cupping the huge man’s massive, virile balls. “Rrrhhhf, look at these huge low-hangers. You’re more potent than a fuckin’ stallion, Roland.” Feeling his massive bull balls getting fondled and loved on was working him up even more, and the sensation of Chase’s fingertips along the base of his raging, veiny dick sent lightning bolts of pleasure through his entire frame!
“A-A-AAaaahhh!!!” Roland cried out again. He thrust his hips again but was careful not to go too far. He knew how big and powerful his cock was. He didn’t want to poke an eye out, or bruise Chase. He never wanted his strength to ever harm a hair on that boy’s head. He was so charming and confident and sexy and… and young…! Jesus, he had grandkids that boy’s age! His cock ached and splattered another helping of lubricant all over Chase’s face.
Chase groaned and opened his mouth, licking up Roland’s musky precum. His hands slid further up the giant’s pole, barely able to make both hands touch around the monstrous organ. “Rrrhhf, fuck yeah, keep blasting my face with that delicious pre, big daddy. I wanna see you blast it all over me!”
Roland’s wife had never said or done anything of the sort. She had always been demure and yielding, as a proper wife of her generation ought to be. It left Roland with a great deal of unexplored territory; dirty talk was not something his wife ever did.
“Th-then take it!” he blurted out, right before his cock gave Chase what he said he wanted and blasting it with another gush of warm, salty, musky pre-ejaculate, coating his face, even getting into his nostrils! He’d likely smell like Roland’s cock slop for the rest of the week!
Chase couldn’t hold back anymore, stretching his mouth around Roland’s huge dick as much as he could, barely able to get half of the head into his mouth. But that was plenty for his tongue to stimulate Roland’s slit as his meaty fingers stroked up and down along the giant’s pole. “Give it to me! Show me how a real man can cum!” Chase barked.
Roland’s neck strained as he cried out in climax, his cock giving one final swell before he felt the load traveling the long road up his shaft. He was so endowed, he could feel the load winding through his shaft before it ever shot out of him. “H-Here it comes!” he managed to bark out before the first rope of thick, white-hot, extremely potent old man baby batter clogged up Chase’s esophagus, so concentrated it was difficult to even swallow!
Chase coughed and pulled his face away from Roland’s gigantic, unwieldy dick, otherwise, he’d suffocate! His hands were relentless now, mercilessly stroking the big giant’s sensitive head, wanting to push him beyond what he thought were the limits of his sexual pleasure! “Yeah, yeah!! Blow that giant fuckin’ load, big daddy!!!”
The enormous man roared in relief as his second streamer of cum clogged up Chase’s mouth, cutting off his encouraging words as he sputtered on it, a third rope blasting against the rest of his face, blinding him temporarily as a fourth soaked his hair, the fifth drenching him down to his chest in the big man’s seed.
Figuring that remaining a target for Roland’s cum would make it difficult to get the old man off completely, Chase ducked underneath and started to bear-hug Roland’s massive cock, stroking it with his arms and grinding it down into his hairy chest, kneeling beneath the giant man, hearing his massive spurts of cum splatter against the tile floor behind him!
Roland’s mind was blank as he came. Any thoughts about his size, his age, his loneliness… they were all wiped away and he experienced perfect mindless bliss for as long as he kept shooting sperm out of his cock. It went on for an impressively long time, almost a minute and a half before his flow began to slow down and his cock started to soften. “Ohhhhhh…” he moaned, his body shivering and attempting to recover from its climax.
“Lean against the wall, big guy.” Roland did as Chase suggested, steadying himself lest he topple forward and crush the young man. Even though he had already cum ferociously, Chase was keen to drag out the older man’s pleasure as much as he could, continuing to stroke his cock and lick at the dribbling head, gulping down the slower, steadier flow.
The seed seemed to get richer the closer to the bottom of the barrel it got, the consistency nearing yogurt by the final few dollops that Chase coaxed out from that weary shaft. It was impressive to think that Roland’s wife had withstood the man’s ejaculation not just once, but several times, considering that the cock Chase had just sucked had created several allegedly strapping sons.
“A-Are you… all right?” Roland asked, his first thoughts turning to Chase’s wellbeing.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Chase panted, still trying to catch his breath. “That was… unlike anything I’ve ever seen, stud. I… wanna do that more, I wanna please you more.” He gulped, panting softly. “Can I… cum too?” He didn’t want to be pushy about it. Another man cumming because of him might not be something Roland was ready for.
“Y-Yes… of course… you’ve been so sweet to me, boy,” he rumbled, eyes half-lidded as he felt the satisfaction bone-deep inside of him for the first time in a long time, his muscles relaxed and pliable.