anyway.

And that’s what the bodybuilder got in short order. The man’s arm extended within the folds of the cape and a long, slender hand landed on the bodybuilder’s basket. The bodybuilder didn’t know if he liked those long, sharp nails at the end of the fingers, but he did like Pop’s directness and the way those fingers were finding and measuring his cock through the layers of soccer shorts material. He was hardening up pretty quickly under the attention of those long, slender fingers.

The man’s fingers went to the waistband of the bodybuilder’s shorts and he pulled the shorts down and off the bodybuilder’s legs, followed by his thong briefs. The bodybuilder wasn’t sure he liked being stripped down completely like this, but he didn’t raise any objects, because Pops was already stroking his cock and kneading its knob in a highly experienced fashion. Within minutes, the man had lowered his mouth onto the bodybuilder’s cock and was giving him efficient and tantalizing head. Prime physical specimen that he was, the bodybuilder came in three strong spasms that hit the back of the man’s throat. The man licked the cock dry, and the bodybuilder assumed that that was that and his attention went to the new movie showing on the screen. He laughed, because he himself was in the movie now showing, one themed on a Halloween costume party in a haunted house, where he was dressed in Roman military gear and was pursued around the house, caught, and fucked by a guy in a vampire costume.

The bodybuilder wanted to concentrate on the movie, and to admire his own Oscar-quality acting. But the older man didn’t leave. He leaned into the bodybuilder, obviously wanting a kiss for a job well done. The bodybuilder took pity on Pops and gave him a short brush of the lips. Or at least that’s what he intended to do. But the older man surprised him by forcing his lips open in a wet kiss. The bodybuilder was caught completely off guard, and an intoxicating wash of the man’s saliva was swirling around in the bodybuilder’s mouth before he knew what was happening. He immediately became woozy and lost much of the sensation in his body. He certainly found that his limbs wouldn’t fully respond to his commands, and he fought hard, and unsuccessfully to put two thoughts together.

The man turned out of his seat and knelt in front the bodybuilder. His cape opened and swirled around the two of them, and the bodybuilder got a glimpse that made him think the older man was naked to the waist and seemed to be in pretty good shape for a man pushing fifty.

While the man was pulling the bodybuilder’s soccer jersey off, leaving him naked down to his sneakers and knee-high socks, the bodybuilder was trying to form the thought of why this wasn’t disturbing him.

Under the enveloping cloak, the man was sitting on the bodybuilder’s thighs, facing him, and his lips and tongue were exploring the bodybuilder’s torso. The bodybuilder reached down and felt something gigantic between the older man’s legs. Must have brought along a super-sized rubber dildo, the bodybuilder was thinking. That didn’t scare him though, he’d taken eleven inches and been double fucked in his movie career. He probably had the slackest hole in the business. In fact, in this movie now on the screen, if he remembered rightly, he’d taken a full ten inches.

Meanwhile, the man’s tongue was tracing the