Mature and boy [32 min]
Elderly Man’s Whiskey Wife
Deep in the heart of Kentucky, where the bourbon flows like water and the women are as sweet as the whiskey, there lived an elderly man named Jed. Jed was a seasoned whiskey connoisseur, with a ruggedly handsome face and a belly that could hold its weight in the amber nectar. He had a soft catch for the younger ladies, especially one in particular – a young buck named Billy.
Billy was a passionate one, with a heart as free as the wind and a figure that could make a man weak at the knees. He was a whiskey lover too, just like Jed, and the two of them would often spend their nights sipping on the good stuff and sharing stories about their pasts.
One night, as they sat in Jed’s dilapidated cabin, the air thick with the scent of elderly oak and burnt tobacco, Billy leaned over and whispered something in Jed’s ear. Jed’s eyes widened, and he let out a low growl. He knew what Billy was suggesting, and he was more than willing to oblige.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Billy stood up and walked over to the mature man. He straddled Jed’s lap, his jeans barely containing the bulge in his crotch. Jed’s hands immediately went to work, undoing the boy’s belt and sliding his zipper down. Billy let out a low moan as Jed’s rough fingers entwined around his schlong, stroking it with a skilled touch.
Jed’s own penis was already hard, pressing against Billy’s ass through his worn-out jeans. He couldn’t help but grind against the boy, feeling his prick twitch and throb with excitement. Billy looked back at him, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, and he leaned in to kiss Jed.
Their tongues danced together, tasting the whiskey on each other’s lips. Jed’s hands roamed over Billy’s figure, feeling the smooth skin of his back and the hard muscles in his chest. Billy wriggled against him, grinding his tool against Jed’s again.
Finally, Jed couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up, pulling Billy off his lap and pushing him against the wall. Billy’s eyes widened as Jed’s hands went to work, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. Jed’s penis was already slick with precum, and he wasted no time sliding it into Billy’s tight hole.
Billy moaned as Jed’s cock filled him up, the old man’s thick girth stretching him wider than he’d ever been before. Jed pounded into him, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against Billy’s ass with each thrust.
Billy’s hands clenched into fists, his mold writhing with fun as Jed drove into him again and again. The cabin was filled with the sound of their moans and the slap of flesh against flesh, the scent of whiskey and sweat filling the air.
Finally, Jed couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a low growl as he came, filling Billy’s hole with his seed. Billy let out a final moan as well, his own release spilling out onto the floor.
They collapsed onto the floor, both of them spent and satisfied. Jed bosomed an arm around Billy, pulling him close and resting his head on the boy’s shoulder. They lay there for a long time, their breaths jism in shallow gasps, the sound of their hearts beating in rhythm.
And so, every night after that, Jed and Billy would sit in the old man’s cabin, sipping on their whiskey and sharing stories. But every once in a while, they’d break away from their conversation and give in to their urges, their bodies blast together in a intense dance of thrill that only two whiskey-loving lovers could understand.
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