Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Pegging and Pissing Prolifically



With the burst of pegging now on the scene, the sex see-saw has been ashaken. Oh yeah, men act like women after being pegged. More sensitive, more in tune and more vulnerable are but a few of the things that a man, who has been butted, experiences. And curiously these men, especially those who hit the Super O-gasm, become quickly addicted. The power of an orgasm starting in the prostate gland is said to be earth moving...


With cool toys like the Feeldoe and the potpouri of other clever dildoes, every couple can find the right device. The possibilities are limitless. Perhaps in the evolution of people, the heretofore notion of straight men getting fucked in the ass by their female cohorts has come of age. Perhaps? Oh c'mon, smell the roses.

In cogitating about this phenomenon, Harry The Hat Ambroguido has wondered... Harry is 73 years old. Sadly, his wife Felardia died two years ago from a massive exsanguination. The demon rum took her. Curiously Harry never knew she was an alcoholic until Dr. Pomerantz told him her hematemesis was related to leaking, dilated veins in her esophagus. Portal hypertension... that's what Clyde Pomerantz said. From cirrhosis of the liver, Clyde went on, but Harry was in too much of a state that night in the Emergency Room. He arrived there married, he left widowed...

And so for these two years, Harry played with himself from time to time. He never had a big dinger, but age had taken its toll. With a droopy foreskin, the fishy banger would only get semi-hard. On occasion Harry could bring himself to cum. Expressing a few drops of gray jism was the best he could do. Drip-drip...


About a three months ago, while waiting for a quarter of a pound of thinly sliced prosciutto at the deli counter at Wegman's, The Hat struck up a conversation with Melody Peabody. Although Harry had no idea, Melody bore a striking resemblance to Faye Reagan. Faye is a porn star with great red hair and puffy nipples to die for. But since Harry never watched porn, well, he had no clue.

As for Melody, she's a part time hooker. She does a private side business with a clientele of about 15 regulars. She was smart. Limiting her johns to the over 60 set, she had little trouble and the duffers all treated her like a queen. And they all had the kincaid to pay and tip. Oh, when she's not working on her back, she is a hostess at Masterson's Chop House. Now don't laugh at that - steady work and a full benefits package are nothing to sneeze at! Achoo...

Melody lined Harry up like a ten pin. A retired lawyer, he made a nice monied impression. Yeah that girl knows how to talk a man up. Their first meeting was no virtuoso performance. Even with 100 of Viagra on board, the old man could barely penetrate that sweetness. Melody took him in her mouth. She could not help but think he was like two sticks of sour Juicy Fruit. He popped, well sort of popped. Drip, drip...


Biweekly visits continued. Harry didn't improve much, but that was really no surprise. A missionary man for almost 50 years with a sot didn't do a thing for his prowess. By the fourth visit, Melody took over. She brought her Feeldoe dildo. This two ended marvel allowed her to place the bulb into her vagina and the penis end into Harry... into Harry. Mr. Ambroguido nearly had a bird when Melody told him what was going to shake down. A b-i-r-d...

Three high balls later it happened. Melody pegged Harry. Timid at first, the old man got into it. Oddly, after the first entry, the feeling was one of intensity. Harry didn't know it, but his G spot was meeting the maker. His meatus dripped-dripped-dripped-dripped as Melody slowly and methodically moved the dildo in him. And he got hard, that little walnut head pushed itself right out of the saggy f-skin.

When she brought him to the promised land, he experienced a release and a satisfaction he had never known before. Moreover, in his way, he was grateful to her as if she had taken a thorn out of his paw. If it's possible to say this without laughing, Harry felt like a woman fucked.

Now a curious thing has happened. Well, besides the fact that Harry wants to get pegged whenever he sees Melody. Wisely, she limits him to once a week. A hooker knows how to mix it up to keep it interesting. The oddity is that Harry has begun to piss like a stallion, like he did 20 years ago. A good steady stream of yellow comes out of him and stirs up the toilet water to a froth. Ahhh...


The legal beagle doesn't know it, but Melody is giving him a prostate massage vis-vis the Feeldoe. Underused and forgotten, the prostate massage has fallen the way of the gas lamp for urinary debility related to an engorged and enlarged gland. Too bad really...

And so it goes... on and on. For Harry The Hat Ambroguido, he has himself a Merry Little Christmas every Tuesday and Friday night. And For Melody Peabody, she keeps salting the $100 plus $50 she gets every time she does her stuff in a cigar box given to her by her father, who got it from his grandfather. So far she had sequestered $47,000, give or take.


Buon Natale

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