I had always liked Mr Jenkins, he was kindly and fair, always with a positive comment, or sunny outlook. His wife had passed away at least 15 years ago, and my family had been there for him. He was a veteran, so he was always well turned out and kept a strict schedule. He may have been 87 but he made sure he exercised daily, a good walk around the block, followed by some tai chi. For 87 he was in good shape. For 87.
On many occasion I'd mowed his lawn, did some shopping for him. I remember once popping in when I was younger and he taught me how to play chess.
Now I was seeing him in another light. My mouth hung open, that cock had to be at least 18 inches long, it was so big and heavy he was having to hold it up, else it would have hung past his knees. And damn it was thick. Even from here I could see down that piss slit, a chasm compared to mine. My tiny little cock was thrombin, almost begging me to serve that cock. My shame and embarrassment was on overload.
This man was 71 years older than me, and still looking at his cock, he was more virile and relevant than I could wish to be.
"Well son? Which do you think? Can't believe your dad never offered you to me at the weekends" he chuckled in a friendly yet slightly serious way. "Been a good 10 years since I've had a short-dick to use."
10 years?! I noticed his balls, covered in thin grey curls, they were massive, I think they must still be in fully working order, as they radiated power, even from across the room.
"Son! Snap out of your reverie and come give this old cock a kiss" almost on autopilot I rose to my feet, my shorts still around my ankles and shuffled towards him. My third large-dick conqueror today. Sporting my nut he teased me "Now that is a little dicklet, my how have you been hiding this from your old neighbour! I can see you need to work on your manners boy."
I came again, this time dryly, everytime I was told off or humilated about my cocklet I came. It was infuriating and god so hot.
I fell to my knees, feeling the evenings cum slosh inside me. I was so full, I prayed I could take more, I mean... oh fuck it I meant what I said!
I took his cock from him, the weight shocking me as he let go and placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Now its been a while little dick, you take care of your old neighbour, you hear? I want your best." I really did like Mr Jenkins, even when faced with a pathetic short-dick like myself he was kind.
I set myself to do my best. I started making out with that head. My tongue sliding inside the slit easily, darting and licking up the copious pre he was producing.
"Oh such a good boy, yes thats it." I redoubled my make out session with his cock. I was slobbering and dribbling and working ever square inch of the head of his mammoth cock. I grabbed his hips firmly, feeling him shake under the strain. I wasn't disappointing this man, and he wasn't gonna fall in my care.
After a full three minutes at least of making out and drinking every drop of pre, I clicked open and sucked the head into my mouth.
"So warm oh boy you're doing a wonderful job there." Fuck I want to suck this cock, so in one swift move I deep throated all 18 inches. "Wooooah..." he croaked above me.
Then I pulled off until the head was backing my mouth. I was fiddling with my nub. And slide back down again. I began to repeat. Each time I felt his grip on my shoulder tighten, pinching my shoulder muscles. "Sonny I'm so close, do it again. Fuck you're a talented little dick."
I did it again, and again, faster, his whole 18 inches of magnificent cock sliding up and down my gullet, until he finally swelled, thicker than even my short-dick throat was designed to take i think, and began to blast, and I mean blast, into my throat and mouth. I swallowed as fast as I possibly could, only a bit spilling out the side of my mouth around his cock.
Above me deep heavy breaths. I was so proud of myself, i swear I wanted to go again.
He slowly pulled out of my throat and mouth, his large cock slapping against his knee as it was released. A huge sigh and he was putting it back in his large-dick designed underwear supports.
"Son, I love that mouth of yours. Come over tomorrow morning, I have a few chores for you." He winked and turned and shuffled, wobbly home.
I stood, still feeling love drunk. Slumped back down on the sofa and stared at my now clearly distended belly. God I hope cum isn't fattening.