The Cum Dump: Two Mature Bears Brutally Bareback a Young Ass-Whore

By Tosh Turner

Two older guys, big beefy and raw, are out on the loose, looking for  a bit of stray for the night, anything they can lay their hands on; both of them desperate to lose their load. As they sit in the bar they are approached by a young good looking guy, chatting them up, literally offering himself to them; it all seems too good to be true.

But risky or not, they decide to take up his offer, going back home with him and straight to the bedroom. First one and then the other, taking turns before doubling up and tag teaming him, two onto one; fisting him, beasting him, using every sleazy sordid trick they know.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Nov 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393842170

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The Cum Dump

Two Mature Bears Brutally Bareback a Young Ass-Whore

This is freakin’ depressing.

I didn’t agree but didn't bother to correct Ben as we sat at the bar drinking a couple of beers together and scanning round the place. I didn't know he was coming here in the first place, I hadn't asked him to come, he'd just shown up. I suppose that was one thing we could say about our friendship: it had stood the test of time despite him always coming and bugging me when I didn't want him to, like here tonight.

Well, then go home and put on a movie.....I’m staying put. I’m sure something will turn up, I replied.

He shot me a look, clearly not too happy with me trying to get rid of him. But I didn't need a knob head like him with me tonight if he wasn’t up for it. I was; I was always up for it. Getting my hands on a bit of fresh and taking them back to mine for the night; nothing better. Tonight wasn't for reminiscing and talking about old times, tonight was for getting laid, and that’s it.

It’s fucking depressing, he repeated, gesturing around the room at the people scattered around. It's a dump....Not a pick up bar, Kenny....We got no chance in here.

Well, I'm not giving up yet it’s still early...Friday night so plenty of talent out tonight, just be patient, I argued, getting a bit pissed with his attitude.

Taking a swig of my beer and looking around I could see plenty of guys I wouldn't mind taking home, but I knew Ben didn't see it the same way as me. He never has. Ben always wanted it easy; far too easy. That’s why I always got more results than him and that’s why he’d recently come tagging along with me, hoping to get his hands on my ‘seconds’.

In this mood he seemed like a sad old man who just wanted to reminisce about his youth and the gold old days and drown his sorrows in booze. I wasn't like that; I looked back on my life as a good result as far as getting laid was concerned. But with Ben he’d never had a good track record in the bedroom department, probably because of his ‘give up quick’ attitude rather than his looks; he was still in good shape, still got the big muscle bulk, and still looking as good as he always did.

Okay; I was nearing my fifties now. I wasn't exactly as eye catching as I used to be, but I hadn't lost my looks completely, still big and beefy like him, and I could still