Weekend at Barry’s

CHAPTER TWO: Tour of the Ranch

I awoke to the sound of sizzling bacon and the smell of coffee. So I got up and wondered into the kitchen where Barry was at the stove with an apron cooking breakfast. He hadn’t noticed me yet so I just stood there in the doorway admiring him. He was whistling and seemed extremely happy. I didn’t want to interrupt him so I just watched for awhile. Here I am in Barry’s home and he’s cooking me breakfast. To bad it didn’t include sex. And with that thought, he caught a glimpse of me and turned around.

“You scared me,” He said, adding, “How long have you been there.”

“Just a minute.” I said.

“Well why don’t you go wash up I’m fixing us some breakfast.” He added.

As I stood peeing in the toilet I couldn’t get over the fact this gorgeous man has me for a house guest. I wonder, how many celebrities have invited a fan to spend some time at their houses? I finished peeing and washed my hands and face. I saw some mouth wash by the sink so I gargled and combed my hair and felt a little more presentable. I went back out to the kitchen and he had breakfast ready. No one would ever believe me if I told them that Barry Corbin had cooked me breakfast. As we sat and ate our breakfast, we chatted a bit about the day ahead at a the First Fort Worth Film Festival in his honor, where he presented the film “Nothing In Common.”

“I bet the scenery looks great outside.” I said.

“Yea, it’s great. We got time before we head to the film festival. How bout a tour of the ranch?“ The old man asked and started walking toward the door without even waiting for my answer.

As I followed him outside, I had to fight an urge to brush my hand against him as I walked pass him. Then when I turned and faced him, I noticed the patch of missing hair on his mustache and I commented on it.

”I lost most of my hair in the 1990s due to alopecia areata, a highly unpredictable, autoimmune skin disease resulting in the loss of hair on my scalp and elsewhere on my body. Since then, I’ve played various roles with a shaved head, wearing a cowboy hat, or occasionally wearing a full toupee.“ He explained.

”I guess I’m finally use to having my head bald.“ He added.

“Looks sexy!” I blurted out without thinking.

The old man’s eyebrows narrowed as he looked at me.

“Luckily, I still have the hair around my dick.” The old man said, “I couldn’t stand the thought of having no hair round my cock. Damn, I’d look silly then.”

“You mean you still have pubic hair.” I suddenly found myself asking Barry. I tensed up not knowing what his response would be even though I already knew the answer since last night.

“Hell yes.” Barry answered in a defensive tone.

“Oh.” I mumbled.

“Hell, I can prove it! I still have hair on my balls and their’re still as dark as they were when I was twenty.” Barry said as he shocked me by starting to unbuckle his belt.

I watched in growing excitement as he pulled down his jeans and exposed his white jockey shorts. My heart started racing as I watched him jerked down his jockey shorts exposing his full crotch to my view. And what a view it was! He was correct. He still had hair and they were still dark but I didn’t spend much time looking at them. What had my immediate attention was his thick uncut dick resting on top of a set of huge balls.

“See!” Barry said in a loud voice, “Still some there and no gray.”

I couldn’t stop myself from stepping closer to him and dropping to my knees in front of the old man as I stared intently at his thick, soft dick and big balls.

“Wow, I bet your ex-wife loved to get some of that.” I said as I glanced from his thick soft dick up to his weathered face.

“You’ve got a big dick. Can you still get a hard on?” I added.

“Hell yea!” Barry said in a thundering voice.

“The damn thing stays hard half the time. I pretty much jack it off every day.” He answered without making an effort to pull his shorts up.

As he spoke, I slowly moved my face toward his crotch expecting him to stop me at any second but loving the moment anyway. And sure enough when my lips came within an inch of his big limp foreskin draped dick he suddenly jerked back slightly.

“What hell are you doing?” He demanded, “I’m not gay.”

I glanced up into his big green eyes and said, “Let me suck it.”

Barry stared down at me without answering, as though he was thinking over my request.

“Please.” I said, trembling with excitement.

“I ain’t gay.” He repeated but this time his voice was soft and carried a sexual charge as he reached down, grabbed his thick dick and waved from side to side.

“Just let me kiss it.” I pleaded as I leaned forward.

I expected the old man to protest but as my lips moved closer and closer to his huge dick head he held his position. Then as my moist lips touched the head of his dick, Barry let out a moan. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and managed somehow to take his big dick entirely inside my mouth. I loved the taste of Barry’s cock. It still had the taste of soap and freshness.

“Oh! GOD!” He exclaimed when I started sucking gently on his cock while he stood there with his hands on his hips looking down at me.

Then my excitement of sucking my on the actor Barry Corbin’s dick took over and I was working on his dick for all I was worth. I have to admit that I suddenly felt a deep lust for old man as I glanced up pass his hard dick into his face and seeing him glaring down at me with his beady brown eyes. I found a look of disgust mingled with sexual excitement. Barry’s weathered face was hard but handsome in a rouged manly way. I want to stop sucking his cock and stand up and kiss him. I wanted to send my tongue deep into his mouth. Suddenly Barry reached down and grabbed me behind the head with his huge, weathered hands, pulling my face toward his crotch, forcing his swelling dick down my throat.

“Take it. You wanted it. Now take that whole damn thing!” He said in an almost angry voice.

I had no choice. His arms were strong and his big scratched up hands as big as meat hooks. It was swallow his dick or choke. But I must say I always got a thrill when someone grabs me behind the head and force their cock as deep into my mouth as it would go. Barry started moving my mouth up and down his thick shaft as he fucked my mouth like he was fucking some pussy. I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as Barry repeatedly shoved it down my throat and pulled it quickly back out. I wanted him to smile at me or say something nice but he just kept staring down at me disapprovingly until I could feel him getting near to cuming.

“Damn, this is hot!” The old man called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster, “Get ready. I’m going to unload! Damn! Here it comes!”

Suddenly he was cuming in my mouth with great force. I swallowed and swallowed as fast as I could. I thought Barry wasn’t going to ever stop cuming.

“That’s enough!” He finally called out jerking his dick out of my mouth as took a step back.

Then as he shook the last drops of cum from his dick, I pulled out my dick and started jacking it.

“Watch me cum, Barry.” I pleaded.

Barry looked over at me and with his dick still in his hand, stared down at me pounding away at my engorged cock. The old man didn’t react. He just stood there, holding his cock like he was modeling for me. I loved that he was watching me jack off almost as much as I enjoyed sucking his dick. It made me feel so good inside for him to watch me doing something that I wasn’t suppose to do. And that very moment, a slight smile appear on Barry’s face and I shot off spewing some my load on the leg of his green jeans. Barry stepped back and glanced down at the cum on the leg of his jeans.

“Guess we should be going.” He said as he slowly pushed his dick back into his soiled jeans, “My daughter will be here shortly with the car.”

“Ok, I better get my stuff.” I said as I headed toward the house.

“And, Randy!” Barry said glaring at me with a suddenly unfriendly stare, ”Not a word of this to anyone.“

I quickly cleaned up before going to the car where Barry and his daughter were waiting. Barry gave me a look, like yea, I know what you did. It was fun! Sure I shouldn’t have done it. But one can’t always resist temptation. This was one of those times for me. Yeah. I got all that in one look. After that I thought the rest of the weekend would be awkward. Boy was I wrong.

[TO BE CONTINUED] 

Weekend at Barry’s

CHAPTER ONE: The Arrival

My name is Randle, Randy to my friends and I am the webmaster of a Barry Corbin Fan Website. Last June when I started it, I sent a letter to Barry Corbin himself, telling him about it and also I asked him for his approval to name this site as “official.” He kindly replied to my letter and sanctioned my site. Then in September, his daughter sent me an e-mail saying that they were amazed with the site and that they wanted to know me in person. I was amazed by the invitation and quickly made the arrangements to fly to Texas.

When I got out of the cab, Barry with a young woman who was obviously his daughter, greeted me. Barry got my full attention as he could have stepped straight out of one of my wet dreams! I thought he was in character for a shoot or something as he dresses in real life like all of his on-screen characters. A cowboy hat, flannel shirt and jeans, looking like the aging Texas hill-country native he is. He was burly and walked with sure powerful steps with his daughter bring up the rear. As he came near me, he looked directly at me. His weathered, tan face broke into a faint smile as he caught me gawking at him. I blushed.

“Nice to finally meet you in person, Randle.” Barry said as I nervously shook his hand.

“It’s an honor to meet you and thank you for inviting me into your home.” I sheepishly said.

“It’s nice to meet a fan like you. Come on, lets get you settled in.” He said as he grabbed my suit case.

Back at the house, Barry and I settled in the living room. That evening, after dinner, we rested in the solitude as we chatted about his career as we shared a case of twenty four Bud beers that was on ice. I tried not to appear too interested as I listened, but I got an erection while watching him tell his stories. As he spoke he had this habit of adjusting his balls with a tweak of his hand every so often, making anyone with him momentarily shift their attention to the outline of his nuts filling out a nice package package in whatever pants he wore. After five beers, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I awoke later, I was alone in the room as the light from the TV flickered into the darkened room. Upstairs a toilet flushed and I could hear the shower being turned on. Still feeling good from the beers I decided to make my way upstairs and get ready for bed with a shower. The door to the hall bath was wide open and I stopped and leaned against the door frame.

“About time you got up.” Barry chuckled.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower tonight so I can just get up and go in the morning.” He said as he turned and pulled his shirt off over his head to reveal barrel chest and full belly.

I watched him check his 3 day stubble in the mirror as if he was contemplating a shave. Then he turned sideways to me, facing the steaming shower, and began to remove his pants. I watched closely as he lifted each leg out of his jeans and I stared at the bulge in his white BVD briefs that formed a sizable pouch.

“I think I’ll go jump in the shower in my bedroom.” I said before things started to get weird.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” I said as I turned and made my way toward the bedroom.

But before I entered, I glanced back down the hall. From the shadows I could see directly into the bath room where the door was still wide open. I thought it was a little strange that he didn’t shut the door, but with just the two of us, I guess he figured he didn’t need to. Overcome with lust I unbuttoned my jeans, let them fall to my ankles and began playing with myself while I watched the show.

Barry slid his briefs down off his smooth white ass and flung them onto his pile of clothes with a flick of his toe. I could see that the carpet matched the drapes as I focused on his crotch to see a nice cut cock and below hung pair of big nuts. I watched, captivated as he stepped into the shower and aimed the shower head on an angle toward the wall through the glass doors. I watched him lather up his chest, then reached down and turned off the water but he continued to lather his body with a bar of soap.

There is something incredibly erotic about watching a man wash his cock and balls, seeing the white suds swept over their chest. He raised his feet, one at a time to the edge of the tub to soap them up and it was then that I was given a better view of his soapy cock, suddenly grown thicker and longer since entering the shower. Then he soaped up his butt cheeks and worked a hand in deep to clean his ass. With his other hand he began stroking his cock, pulling it, stretching it out and cleaning around the head. I could see he was almost fully erect as he slid his soap cover hand over his slippery cock. I was waiting for him to really get going on it, but instead he turned on then shower and began to rinse off the suds. My God he was beautiful. So thick and rugged, glistening under the rivers of water streaming down his back and over his chest.

I wanted to stay and watch him dry off but I knew if I waited much longer he’d catch me. While he was busy rinsing I hurried into the my bedroom and I stripped down and got in the shower and began washing up. My cock was still hard as I went about my shower routine. I washed my hair last and when I was done I turned the water off and reached for a towel. My eyes were three quarters closed when I saw Barry step forward and hand me a towel.

“Here’s some fresh towels for ya.” He said.

“Thanks.” I said and I took the towel and held it so the length of it draped down in front of me blocking his direct view of my hard cock.

“See ya in the morning.” He said with a smile and I watched him turn and leave the room wearing nothing but his clean, white BVD’s. My reward was seeing his legs and how nicely his well-rounded ass cheeks filled out his BVD’s.

I was so excited that I went to bed and recalled how handsome Barry was, I jacked off into my hand. And as I filled my hand with cum, I couldn’t help but wish that it was his cum being pumped into my palm.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

The Men of Murder, She Wrote. SEASON THREE

Well here's the third season of the most under appreciated series that shows you a wide array of daddies. Whether Jessica is helping out the local sheriff or clearing friends of murder from around the world, it's no mystery why I love the show. So here's a run down of the actors I had a thing for that appeared on season three. 

EPISODE 01 & 02: "Death Stalks the Big Top" (part 1 & 2) 

When Jessica's niece receives a gift from her grandfather, who has been presumed dead for years. Leads Jessica to a small town circus beset by accidents and murder. Despite her brother-in-law’s confession, Jessica refuses to believe he killed the circus foreman. After one murder leads to another as Jessica finds herself chasing down false alibis and the employees of a rival circus.

Neil Fletcher, played by Jackie Cooper is the reason that Jessica at this circus...

But Edgar Carmody, owner of the circus played Martin Balsam is the REAL reason why I'd be at that circus.

 The town's asshole Mayor Anson Powers played by Ronny Cox. 

Ronny now at 81. And here's another case of getting better with age. 
He's a lot more fuckable now than then. 

Here we have our much deserved murder victim, Hank Sutter played by the late Charles Napier.

EPISODE 03: "Unfinished Business" 

A retired policeman decides to re-examine an old case and returns to the lakeside cabins where the murder occurred, gathering all the old suspects together. With Jessica helping Seth, who is a suspect in the murder case. 

J.D. Cannon 

Don DeFore 

Lloyd Bochner 

You can't have a Cabot Cove episode without Tom Bosley as Sheriff Amos Tupper.

Mmm... just look at chest hair sticking out the top of his shirt.

William Windom as Dr. Seth Hazlitt. The main reason to come to Cabot Cove.

The grunge look is doing it for me.

Here's our murderer, Barney Kale played by Pat Hingle. I just love that voice of his. 
Image the dirtiest thing you would want someone to say to you in bed, now imagine Hingle's voice saying it. It sounds a lot dirtier doesn't it?  

Phone sex with Hingle sounds great about now.

EPISODE 04: "One White Rose for Death" 

While attending a concert in Washington, D.C., Jessica becomes an unwilling hostage of political espionage with two East German defectors and a murder. And who put her there? British MI6 agent Michael Hagarty, of course. 

Like most fans of the show, I never get tired of seeing Michael Hagarty played by Len Cariou. Probably for completely different reasons. 

Here's old Len now and still quite fuckable. 

Calling Dr. Bombay, calling Dr. Bombay or Andrew Wyckham in this episode (also our killer) played by Bernard Fox. 

Here's what he looks like now.

EPISODE 05: "Corned Beef and Carnage" 

Jessica gets involved when her niece Victoria is believed to be connected to the murder of her lecherous boss.

Here's Bill Macy. Even though there are a ton of guys I'd pick before Macy. There's something about him that keeps him in the back of my mind. 

Here's our murder for today, David Ogden Stiers. Ah, David... I wouldn't mind tossing a dick into you but not at this point in your career. Though that'll change in your next appearance on the show. 

And now of course. Most definitely now. 

The star of this episode for me was Warren Berlinger. 

Look at those lips.

I wonder if my infatuation with Berlinger has anything to do with his resemblance to Charles Durning. Though Berlinger has qualities that differentiate him from Durning. Those DSL’s and huge dick that may run in the family. Look up his uncle Milton Berle.

EPISODE 06: "Dead Man's Gold"
A group of young treasure hunters come to Cabot Cove looking for sunken treasure and one of them ends up dead.

The late and forever handsome, Leslie Nielsen.

Oh Seth...

I just love the way he has his hat tilted to the side.

Awkward.
Face it guys, Jessica's not fucking either of you. So what are the chances of the two of getting together for a little hot, sweaty action. Not sex... a fight. Though sex would be preferred.

EPISODE 07: "Deadline for Murder" 
A veteran reporter who suffered a heart attack says his best medicine would be the removal of his publisher. After the man ends up dead, Jessica gets involved.

Eugene Roche. To be honest, I could drop a load on him. 

EPISODE 08: "Magnum on Ice" 
An episode that began on “Magnum P.I” concludes as Jessica comes to the assistance of Magnum when he's framed for two murders that occur during her vacation in Hawaii.

John Hillerman played Jonathan Higgins on Magnum P.I.. Thinking back on it. There were only three reasons that I'd watched the show. The car, the helicopter and Higgi baby.  

I can still work with this.

Ramon Bieri. Funny. I've seen seen this guy in almost everything back in the 80s but it's only recently that I developed the hots for him. He almost always played the older, beefy, grumpy boss of the main character. So just my type.

John McMartin

EPISODE 09: "Obituary for a Dead Anchor" 
Jessica’s beloved Cabot Cove is placed under the spotlight and in front of the camera when an obnoxious, out-of-town television producer of popular news show is murdered. It's up to Jessica to figure out the killer.

The really effeminate Mayor Sam Booth played by Richard Paul. And as annoying as I find Mayor Booth. I'd plow that. I'd plow that... HARD.

Chad Everett

Ah, the stupid sheriff Tupper. If he didn't look so fuckable, he'd be no damn good for the town. 

EPISODE 10: "Stage Struck" 

The reunion of two once-married stars in a Broadway-bound comedy is marred by the onstage murder of the leading lady’s understudy. 

Edward Mulhare from Knight Rider fame.

Dan O’Herlihy. Yeah, I know. He looks like the creepy old man from next door but there's something about him that I'll bone. 

Here's Bob Hastings. I grew up hearing the man's voice in some of my favorite cartoons and only recently found out what he looks like. 

EPISODE 14: "Murder in a Minor Key" 

The home viewer is Jessica’s guest as she tells the story of her latest novel about a law student who turns sleuth to help a composer friend accused of killing the professor who plagiarized his music. 

George Grizzard was suck a dick in this episode, no wonder somebody stuck something in him. I'd use my dick instead of a sharp object but that's me.

Rene Auberjonois.

EPISODE 15: "The Bottom Line is Murder" 

An unethical TV consumer advocate is murdered and suspicion lands on one of the clients whose products he maligned.

Barry Corbin played Lt. Lou Flannigan and all I could do was stare at his yuck mouth. Then I thought it's Barry Corbin. With hair. So yes, I still want to fuck him.

The more grizzled, hairless Barry. 
Every time I see him today, I always wonder if the carpet matches the drapes.

EPISODE 16: "Death Takes a Dive" 

Jessica visits her old friend Harry McGraw in New York who has become wrangled in the high stakes game of boxing.

Jerry Orbach 

Thick ass Ernest Borgnine. 

Batman himself, Adam West. 

EPISODE 17: "Simon Says, Color Me Dead" 

An artist is murdered and a painting which he kept under wraps but considered his finest is missing. 

Tom looks so cute here.

WHAT! This is Seth only appearance? Damn the writers.

EPISODE 18: "No Laughing Matter" 

Somebody’s dead after an engagement party for the children of a long-estranged comedy duo. 

Buddy Hackett 

EPISODE 19: "No Accounting for Murder" 

Jessica’s nephew Grady is in big trouble again when his boss is found dead and he is the main suspect.

Barney Martin 

Geoffrey Lewis 

Oh it's sheriff Metzger. Wait.. not yet.

Mmm...

EPISODE 20: "The Cemetery Vote" 

The probing father of a small town reform mayor killed in an “accident” suspects foul play, and is murdered in turn. 

Mitchell Ryan