Old Man Stevens
by Londonboy
I remember the first day I met Mr. Stevens. I had just moved into the six-story apartment building on Fairfax. After moving the last box into my third floor, one bedroom box (that other people called an apartment) I went back down my hallway to close the door and there he stood. All 130 lbs of his small-slightly bent 82-year-old body. He had a giant grin on his face that made him look like he had just done something naughty. I noticed the oxygen tank that I would come to learn followed him everywhere. He was standing just outside the doorframe watching me as I approached him. I knew right away he was gay. I think it was because he only looked at my crotch as I approached. This fact made me like him immediately – the dirty-old man!
“Hey there, young man,” he said in a very ‘out of breath’ voice. “My name is Bud Stevens. I live just across the hall. Welcome to this hell hole.” He started laughing which quickly turned into a deep cough.
“Thank you Mr. Stevens. My name is Connor,” I said holding out my hand. His grip was so weak that I sensed instantly how fragile he really was.
He smiled and I believe he noted my reaction to his limp handshake. “Well I can see that you’re going to give me a little competition with the boys in the building. You are quite a looker, Connor. But you need to know right away to stay away from Rocky – he’s all mine.”
“Well I don’t know Mr. Stevens. Who’s Rocky?” I asked.
“He’s our UPS delivery man and he only has eyes for me,” explained Mr. Stevens. “I order something about every two weeks just so he has to drop by. But you have to forget about him. He is a one-man kind of guy and he likes them older. You can have all the rest of the slim pickings in the building. I like them big and Rocky is 100% man-beef”
I laughed and said, “All right Mr. Stevens – it’s a deal. Rocky is all yours. I won’t try to compete with someone as handsome and virile as you. I know I would never win. But I should let you know that I like them big, as well. And I like them older!”
“Then we are going to be great friends, Connor. Now, how about inviting me in for some tea?” And with that Mr. Stevens started coming into my apartment.
“Well, of course,” I said startled by his forwardness, “but it might take me a while to find it in all these boxes.”
“Well, that won’t do,” he said. “We have too much to gossip about. You’ll have to come to my place for tea. Now hurry along Connor. I need to know more details about the type of man you want so I can begin searching.” With that he turned around and I followed him to his apartment across the hall.
We sat at his dining room table and talked for about two hours. He was genuinely a fantastic guy and I knew we were destined to be good friends. His apartment was immaculate and tastefully decorated – just like a gay man. It seemed that Mr. Stevens had been big in the movie business many years ago and lived quite comfortably. He had lived in our building since it was built. Mr. Stevens again shared with me that he was partial to well-built guys. He told me that the bigger the better. He said that I would have to be over when Rocky made his next delivery because I would be very impressed. I reminded Mr. Stevens that I, too, liked my guys very big – and older. He was happy because he said Rocky was in his mid twenties and he knew that was too young for me. He was right.
Over the next six months I spent lots of time with Mr. Stevens. I worked from home - so I was able to see him every day. He knew everyone in the neighborhood and gave me great advice on where to buy fresh fruit, what dry cleaners to use, and what nearby bars were gay-friendly. I would come to his place each morning for coffee and he would share stories about his life and the many “conquests” that blessed his past. I could tell that he had been quite handsome in earlier years. I was enthralled when he would pull out old scrapbooks and show me pictures of gay parties at his place from many years ago. He was such a brave man – living completely “out” for most of his life. It must have been very hard when he was young. He was constantly borrowing DVDs from my porn collection. They always made him giddy for a few days.
He was completely right about Rocky. He was the dreamboat UPS deliveryman from so many fantasies. He was handsome, rugged, well built and extremely kind to Mr. Stevens. I ended up being in the apartment many times when Rocky came to make a delivery. I would often have to cover my crotch when Rocky would flex his bicep to let Mr. Stevens cop a feel or when he would take Mr. Stevens hands and place them on his chest as he bounced his pecs. I could tell that Rocky had come to admire Mr. Stevens as much as I did. It made me a little jealous – there was no way I could compete with this perfect specimen of a man. Still, I could tell that Rocky’s deliveries always made Mr. Steven’s day.
It also became apparent that Mr. Stevens was getting weaker. One day I came over for coffee and the door was slightly open. I knocked loudly and walked in. I found Mr. Stevens sitting at the dining room table breathing very hard and I could tell he was quite upset.
“Mr. Stevens. Are you okay?” I asked.
After a few more deep breaths he said, “Yes, Connor, I’m fine. I’m just having a terrible time breathing. My lungs are slowly giving up.” He looked at the oxygen tank and then added, “And I hate that damn thing. I wish I could destroy it. One day I will just toss it out the window – if I had the strength. I’m a little upset because of that asshole Jenkins who lives below me.” Mr. Jenkins was a man in his late fifties that acted as if he owned the building. He was the self- appointed “building police” on all issues. He constantly complained about anything Mr. Stevens did. Mr. Jenkins didn’t like gay men. He was this chubby guy who thought he was God’s gift to women. No one in the building liked him, but people were afraid of him because he was good friends with the owner of the building and always “reported” on how things were going. “The jerk complained about my music again and parked his car in my parking spot.”
Mr. Stevens loved disco music and this drove Jenkins crazy. The asshole lived below Mr. Stevens. I must admit that Mr. Stevens did play his music quite loud – but he was hard of hearing. And he never played it too late or too early. Everyone had one parking space – a rarity in this neighborhood – and any time Jenkins had a guest over (what he usually called a “lady friend”) he took Mr. Stevens’ spot saying that since he didn’t drive or have a car that he did not need it. This usually caused a problem if Mr. Stevens was having a friend drop by or needed to get something from the storage cabinet at the end of his parking spot. Jenkins usually disregarded any complaints that came from Mr. Stevens and usually added, “What are you going to do about it old man. I could stop you with one hand.” Jenkins constantly picked on Mr. Stevens.
“ You can’t let him get to you Mr. Stevens. That’s exactly what he wants. Try to ignore him.” I said trying to help the situation.
“You can’t ignore Satan, Connor.” Mr. Stevens said trying to smile.
I immediately noticed that Mr. Stevens’ breathing was not getting better - even though he said he was. He was having a lot of trouble getting air into his lungs and I could tell it was getting worse. His hands started trembling terribly and he looked at me with a face full of fear.
“I’m calling the ambulance,” I said jumping up to grab his phone. Ten minutes later two paramedics were there to help. By the time the arrived I had Mr. Stevens lying down on the sofa - but he was still not getting better. I knew he was very sick when he didn’t say anything about the two cute men that came to help him. I don’t think he even noticed how built or handsome they were. This really worried me. I convinced the guys to let me ride with them to the hospital and I held Mr. Stevens hand the whole way. I know he noticed how worried I was and the fact that I had to wipe tears away every now and then. I wasn’t allowed to follow him past a certain point in the hospital and it drove me insane sitting in the waiting room with no news. Finally a young female doctor came out to talk to me. She said that Mr. Stevens had obviously been feeling bad for a while. He had lost a lot of blood somehow. I told her that I was not sure how and that he had not seemed bad until today. She also informed me that he had a rare blood type - AB negative – and the hospital had none in supply. She was trying to get some from neighboring hospitals. She told me not to worry – at this point.
My face must have shown my enthusiasm upon hearing the problem about the blood. The doctor looked confused. I explained to her quickly that I had the same type of blood. I pulled out a card I was given by the Red Cross and showed it to her. Forty-five minutes later I was giving blood to Mr. Stevens. This made me so very happy. I wanted to help this man that had brought me so much pleasure through his stories - and by sharing his life. I was ready to do anything to help my friend.
After giving blood and resting for a while the doctor suggested that I go home and get some sleep. She suggested that I come back the next morning to check on Mr. Stevens. Even though I really didn’t want to go I was wiped out by the transfusion and desperately wanted to sleep. I asked the doctor to tell Mr. Stevens I would be back the next day. The doctor said that I could come tell him myself since he had been moved to a room on the third floor. When I got to the room Mr. Stevens was sound asleep. His breathing was coming a little easier but his body kept jerking slightly – as if he was having a bad dream. I held his hand and said a short awkward prayer (I was not that religious). I found myself tearing up again. I had become very close to this man. He looked so peaceful sleeping there. He also looked younger. I know it was only because of the lighting and the fact that he was sleeping – but he did look younger and healthier. It was really weird. I leaned over and kissed his forehead telling him that I would return tomorrow to check on him. I knew he couldn’t hear me but all of the sudden his grip on my hand got very tight. I was stunned because it actually hurt. I finally pried my fingers from his vice-grip and wondered what had caused that surge of energy in this sleeping man.
I couldn’t stop crying all the way home in the taxi. I know the driver thought I was stupid, but I didn’t care. I did not want Mr. Stevens to die. I felt so much love for the man. I know that most of this feeling in me was caused by how tired I was, but I really was worried about Mr. Stevens. When I got home I stumbled into my bed and immediately fell fast asleep.
I awoke around 10:00am the next morning. I had slept for about sixteen hours. My mind immediately focused on Mr. Stevens when I shook off the morning drowsiness. I jumped out of bed, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and quickly drove to the hospital. I didn’t even take time to change clothes. I was upset because I had wanted to be there when Mr. Stevens woke up. I was lucky to find a space near the first level of the parking garage. I rushed to the floor where his room was and felt a wave of panic come over me when I found his bed empty. I stood there stunned. Slowly it dawned on me what had happened and I sunk to my knees in tears. I was so angry at myself for not staying with him through the night and I was completely devastated because this good man had died alone. How could I have been so selfish? I should not have listened to the doctor. My sobs had gotten louder and the nurse from down the hall had entered the room.
“May I help you sir?” she asked.
I looked at her and through my sobs I said, “I should have been here. I should have been here. I can’t believe he died and I wasn’t here with him.” This last sentence was too much reality for me and I dropped my sobbing face into my hands.
The nurse walked over to me and placed her hand on my shoulder, “Honey, if you’re talking about Mr. Stevens, don’t worry. He didn’t die. He’s been released.”
Those words caused me to stop crying immediately and look at her. I am sure my face reflected my disbelief. “What do you mean released?” I asked.
“Mr. Stevens was doing great this morning. He woke up a new man. The doctor said she has never seen anything like this before. She had no explanation at all. Her best guess was that the blood transfusion Mr. Stevens received did something wonderful to his system. It worked like a miracle. You just missed him by about thirty minutes. He’s better than he’s been in a very long time. He was doing so well that I bet tonight he goes to a nightclub and tries to pick up some young thing,” the nurse replied smiling.
“I don’t understand,” I said - still in disbelief. “Are you sure we are talking about the same man?”
“Yes, honey. It’s the same man. He told me you might come by. You’re Connor, right? He is doing great, I tell you. Now stand up,” she said helping me to my feet, “pull yourself together and get home to see him. I am sure he will be happy to see you.” And with that she pushed me out the door.
I walked through the hospital in a daze. I thought about turning around to go back and make sure the nurse was right. I had seen how bad Mr. Stevens was feeling yesterday and could not believe the hospital would have already sent him home. I don’t remember anything about the drive back to my apartment. After parking (and noticing that Rocky’s UPS Truck was out front with its hazard lights blinking), I rushed up the stairs to Mr. Stevens’ apartment.
As I approached his door I noticed it was slightly open and I heard what sounded like loud gasps coming from inside. I immediately assumed that Mr. Stevens was, once again, in distress. I pushed open the door and hurried inside. I tripped over a rather large UPS box and fell face first on the floor. When I looked up I couldn’t believe my eyes. I quickly stood up.
There was the beefy stud Rocky - totally nude - sitting upright riding the cock of some huge muscle monster. These two guys were right on top of Mr. Stevens’ large oak dining room table. The guy under Rocky was not just a huge man – he was the largest stud I had ever seen. He must have been about 280lbs of pure muscle. I looked closer and my mouth fell open in shock. It was Mr. Stevens! He was nude, as well, and a total muscle god. His face looked the same and he had the same gray hair (mostly balding) – but his skin was smooth now. It was smooth everywhere. There were no wrinkles and it looked like someone had superimposed his head on a mega-muscled bodybuilder.
At that moment it dawned on me what was happening on the table. Mr. Stevens was lying on his back (and I noticed that his back was as wide as the huge table!) and Rocky was straddling the big man - riding up and down on his cock. Mr. Stevens had his arms to his sides with his palms face down on the table. For the second time in five minutes I was stunned beyond belief. Mr. Stevens was tightening his ass muscles and thrusting his pelvis into the air. The thrusts were so powerful that it would send Rocky’s body (a body I used to think was huge) into the air a few inches. This would cause Rocky to slide up Mr. Stevens’ cock and then come slamming back down with all his weight. Rocky wasn’t doing anything but riding that man like a bronco. And Mr. Stevens only used the strength of his ass and abdominal muscles to send a guy - that had to weigh over 200lbs - into the air. Each time Rocky came down he let out a loud yell of pure pleasure. It hadn’t been the weak and feeble Mr. Stevens that I heard in the hallway earlier – it was the moans of this beefy UPS man - as this elder muscle master serviced him. And what a way to be serviced! Rocky’s own weight and the momentum of his body going up and down from Mr. Stevens’ powerful thrusts was obviously bringing the UPS driver more pleasure than he had experienced before.
Suddenly a voice that caused a rumbling in my chest said, “Yeah, that’s it little man. Ride that muscle cock. You’ve got a tight little UPS ass. I’m gonna make your dick shoot like it’s never had any release before. This is going to be like the first time you ever came, Rocky.” Hearing Mr. Stevens talk this way (and the fact that it was the most masculine sound I had ever heard) made my cock go from slightly hard to stone-pillar hard in two seconds. My cock actually hurt because it went hard so fast. My knees began to get a little wobbly at the same time.
Old man Stevens then started thrusting harder and Rocky’s body would actually go shooting up - coming completely off of the giant cock stuffed inside him. But each time Rocky shot into the air Mr. Stevens’ giant rod stayed straight and stiff and the smaller stud’s ass would come slamming back down onto that powerful dick and the head would pierce his asshole. Rocky’s butt would then be abruptly stopped by the muscled crotch of the old man. Mr. Stevens did not give even a moment of rest to Rocky’s ass. As soon as he landed the old man would thrust him back into the air. Each time he came sliding back down Rocky would let out a loud scream of what must have been joy - like he was coming down the huge drop of a rollercoaster.
I could tell by the way that Rocky’s body was getting tense – the way his muscles were all tight and veins were popping up all over his body – that he was trying with all of his might not to cum. I also saw that it was a fight he was surely going to lose. Each time Rocky slammed into Mr. Stevens’ crotch - his own dick seemed to get harder and redder – no, it was more like a deep purple – from the pressure building up inside him.
Just when I thought Mr. Stevens might be getting tired from the savage pounding he was giving Rocky’s ass - he amazed me even more. He reached up and grabbed Rocky by the waist and lifted his body into the air – keeping his long thick cock still in the UPS man’s asshole. Mr. Stevens then doubled the force and speed of his thrusts as he held Rocky in place - plowing that giant rod into what was, by now, a very sore ass. This was too much for the smaller muscle man to take. After a few powerful quick thrusts, Rocky screamed out – not in pain – but in complete submission and in utter pleasure. As Mr. Stevens continued to shove that insanely large cock into what must have been a virgin hole, Rocky came like it was his very first time. The first burst of cum from Rocky's cock went flying past Mr. Stevens’ head – hitting the floor a few feet away. Then it was like a dam burst and a giant stream of jism coated the powerfully muscled chest of the old man – an old man that had been dying in the hospital just the day before. Rocky’s body shook like he was possessed by a demon but he was held firmly in mid-air by the powerful arms of Mr. Stevens. After a few seconds Mr. Stevens’ chest was so covered that it almost looked like someone had sprayed him with a fire extinguisher. Rocky’s body continued to jerk in Mr. Stevens’ strong grasp - as it tried to force more cum from his cock - but there just wasn’t anything more in him. His cock continued to bounce as if it were shooting. It was one of the strangest sights I have ever seen. Rocky’s body was so tight and strained that his screams had become silent. His head was bent backwards and his mouth was wide open but no sound came out. I worried, for an instant, that he might have a heart attack.
At that moment the voice that made the room shake said, “Yeah, that’s a good little boy, Rocky. You made me proud. Now it’s time for this old man to get off.” And Mr. Stevens then slammed his cock all the way into Rocky’s ass by forcing the now half-dazed man’s body completely down - holding it tightly to his crotch. Mr. Stevens let out what sounded like the growl of a grizzly bear and then started unloading what must have been a volcano of cum into the UPS man’s ass. The force behind the eruption was clearly superhuman - but Mr. Stevens held Rocky’s ass firmly on his cock. The bodies of both men went flying off the table each time Mr. Stevens shot a load. The third time they landed back down with a thud it was too much for what was obviously a sturdy table – and all four legs just splintered causing the tabletop and the two men to come crashing straight down to the floor. The noise from the table breaking on top of Mr. Stevens’ inhuman growl was deafening. Through the entire destruction of the table Mr. Stevens did not let go of Rocky’s body. I could tell he was still unloading his cum into Rocky’s ass after everything was calm. Finally Rocky’s body stopped convulsing on the huge cock inside him and he fell backwards onto the legs of Mr. Stevens. It was as if the force of cum shooting up his ass had enabled him to stay erect and now that it had stopped he was like a child’s rag doll - not able to sit up. I could also tell that Rocky had passed out. The pleasure had been too much for him.
Mr. Stevens slid Rocky’s body off his cock and left him lying unconscious on his muscled legs. Then, with both of his giant hands, he grabbed his still-insanely-hard prick and started pumping both fists up and down. My mind was completely gone. I could not comprehend what I was seeing. This man had just released an amount of cum that must have been equivalent to ten young men and here he was ready to get off again - not even one minute later. The sight of his giant cock, the memory of the amazing muscle show I had just witnessed, and the fact that this unbelievably huge man was someone I knew and loved was too much for me. As Mr. Stevens pumped his monster dick to a second eruption, my own cock exploded in my pants. The force of my ejaculation caused me to moan loudly and fall back against the wall behind me. As I slid down the wall to the floor Mr. Stevens turned and saw me for the first time. By this moment we had both stopped cumming.
Mr. Stevens looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. He then said, “Uh-oh, looks like my boyfriend caught me with my pants down and fucking the UPS man. This old man is in trouble now!