Richard Dysart (1929-2015)

Recently, I discovered another favorite actor of mine from my childhood had died. Richard Allen Dysart was an American actor, who probably best-known for the cranky senior partner Leland McKenzie in the slick, long-running NBC drama 'L.A. Law'. He caught my attention in that show but I didn't know why until years later.

The esteemed actor, who excelled at playing real-life authority figures, also stood out on Broadway in 'That Championship Season' and in such films as 'The Hospital,' 'Being There,' 'The Thing' and 'Pale Rider.' And everybody that knows me, know I love authority figures and his portrayal of Leland McKenzie in 'L.A. Law' really did it for me. He had a nice shape and his face was adorable as fuck with those glasses on while still retaining a serious look. Dysart seem the hottest to me in movies where there's more than one other hot daddy on screen with him. Like the aforementioned 'The Thing' with Donald Moffat, Charles Hallahan and a young Richard Masur or my personal favorite 'True Confessions'  where appeared with Robert De Niro, Robert Duvall and the ever hot as fuck Charles Durning among others.

Dysart died at home in Santa Monica, California on April 5, 2015, after a long illness at the age of 86. According to Steven Bochco, Dysart was sort of an old hippie in life but I'd like to remember him as cranky senior partner Leland McKenzie. And it's me who everybody is shocked to see him in bed with.

Dysart with his wife, Kathryn.

Here he is with all the male cast members of  L.A. Law.

You know what? He's rocking that beard.

CHAPTER ONE: A Star in Town

While visiting my brother in a town called Swanton in Vermont, I decide to take in a few holes of golf at the local course. It was a real high class golf course and I found out the hard way. Because they weren’t going to let me play, due to me not wearing a collared shirt. Which was a long-sleeved t-shirt and it looked dirty. Course rules. So as the lady at the pro shop was getting me a shirt to borrow I began to relax and check out my surroundings. Looking around the shop, there was only one other person there was a man.

As I looked at the man at the end of the counter, I thought if he would shave the three-day stubble from his face he would be very attractive. He was in his sixties and appeared to be shooting the breeze. He had on a an old grey striped conductors hat on that I thought looked cute on him. He was chubby and his paunch made him very attractive to me. He somehow seemed familiar to me, but I couldn’t put a name to the face. He leaves as the lady at the pro shop returns with a shirt and I asked her if that was someone famous. Surprisingly, she said it was actor M. Emmet Walsh and that he hung out at the course practically every day. I couldn’t believe it. The guy seemed like a major weirdo, but he probably enjoys doing that. LOL.

“He he lives in town when he’s not in Hollywood making movies and he is the nicest guy. Very friendly & humble.” The lady added.

After I got change and grabbed my golf bag, I went to get a golf cart. Once I got my cart I heard a voice behind me.

“Hello young man.” I turned around to see that it was M. Emmet Walsh.

“Oh, hi!” I replied not being able to think of anything else to say, while my brain was shouting SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX!

I didn’t know what to do next so I just asked him, “Are you Emmet Walsh?” and hoped for the best.

“I think so, what do you think.” He responded.

I couldn’t tell whether he was joking around or sarcastically telling me off, but after a brief laugh, thankfully, followed by the usual I’m a big fan talk by myself.

“You should read more books.” Was his response.

When I was speaking with Walsh, one can easily tell when he’s had enough talking about himself, as evident by his humble speech. So in the efforts not to get beat up by an old guy, so I end my praise and started to walk off when…

“If you not doing anything, would you like to join an old man in a game of golf?” Walsh asked.

“Sure, ah… M.  Emmet.” I calmly responded.

“Great, and since we’re going to be golf buddies, call me Michael or Mike, if you prefer. That’ what the ’M’ stands for. Emmet is only my screen name.” He added.

As we played, we chatted about this and that, mostly about him and his career in Hollywood. Michael’s charming wit ended up acting as a calming method for me as I nervously played in front of him. I have to admit I had more than one nasty thought about Michael. Thoughts about how I would fuck him and take his virginity; turn him into a nasty cock-sucking whore who would submit to my every wish. I was starting to get an erection just thinking about it.

“Don’t you have someone? I mean you’re a famous actor.” I tried to keep the small talk going and get the focus off of me.

“I found out early on that when the bars close on Saturday night. The women all said screw him let'em go home alone. It didn’t work there.” He said with a laugh.

“Now, I’m 68 yr old… haaa. How the hell am I suppose to find….” He added.

“You know sex doesn’t have to stop when you get older.” I said in an almost clinical fashion.

“You know Michael; I think you know there are ways of meeting someone who would be interested in you.” I was treading  onto thin ice here. Any moment our bridge of friendship could be destroyed if I ventured to far.

“The truth is that I’ve never had many experiences.” His words came like a confession.

“I’ve met many people through the internet. Some have proved to be more than just chat friends. I go on websites that cater to older men who want to meet other older men for friendship. Sometimes, this friendship goes further. Some of them have events where I was was surrounded by over two hundred naked men, most over the age of fifty. I mingled and chatted with many. I swam in the pool and eventually found my way into the ‘fun zones’.” I said as finally got back to the club house.

“These men, and some were married, were having fun. No strings attached.” Michael asked as he seemed to be enthralled by my story.

“Just men having fun. That’s all.” As much as I tried not to, the words came out as if I were trying to justify a crime. I decided that I’d said enough. It was Michael’s turn to say something. Anything. The silence seem to last an eternity. I took the silence as a clue that I should finish my put. Michael stood in silence as I putted. He neither watched nor looked away. He was just sort of there.

Finally, he spoke. “Just for fun you say?”

“Yeah, fun,” I responded quietly.

With that, Michael silently moved to the golf cart.

As we drove back to the golf club, he seemed kinda nervous or anxious and looked over at me constantly. I caught his eyes sneaking a look at my crotch more than once and at one point he went off the path more than once looking too long. We finally pulled into a long drive way and just as I was about to leave, Michael spoke, just barely above a whisper.

“These men of yours… they were having fun. No strings attached.”

“No strings attached. Just as long as we were having fun.” I respond.

I could tell he really wanted something to happen. A few moments later we made our way to a nearest bathroom. No one else was in the bathroom at all, so we made are way to an empty stall and I locked it. I could tell Michael was still nervous so I took control. Without saying a word, I shut the lid to the commode, sat down, got his cock out and took the head of his dick in my mouth.

“Oh! GOD!” He exclaimed when I started sucking gently on the head of his dick.

“Hell, that feels wonderful.” He added as he suddenly reached down and grabbed me behind the head with his weathered hands, pulling my face toward his crotch, forcing his swelling dick down my throat.

I managed to take inch after inch of his thick dick down my throat until my lips were pressed against his dark pubic hairs. Michael held my face to his crotch until I gagged before he pulled my head back. Then he started moving my mouth up and down his thick shaft as he fucked my mouth like he was fucking a pussy. His cock was so good tasting, a salty taste that made me intoxicated. I looked up to see that he was grinning like it was Christmas day and he had gotten just what he asked for.

“Never had anyone suck my pecker like this.” He told me as he watched me working on his dick.

“You’re good at sucking cock.” He added as I forced myself to deep throat even more of his thick dick.

I couldn’t hold his entire dick in my throat for very long, as I couldn’t breath. But the old actor didn’t seem to mind when I pulled my head back and started working on just the head of his cock. In fact he let go of my head, placed his hands on his hips and just stared down at me as I sucked him expertly. I grabbed the shaft of his cock and jerked it back and fourth while I licked all over his cock head. I wanted to make him explode and sucked all I could of the huge cock head in my mouth. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. I gagged on it. I could not take it. It was just to fucking big. He backed off when he saw I couldn’t take it all. I took both hands now and enclosed them around his cock still sucking what I could of the head then finally I was sucking half his cock and holding the rest in both hands.

“Hell, take it all. Suck it down your throat.” He called out as he began to force more and more of his thick dick down my throat.

I wanted to please the old man, so I fought to keep from chocking. I let him shove his big pecker deeper and deeper into my throat. I wanted my mouth to be a pussy for the old man. I wanted to give him more pleasure than he got from any woman he had ever had in his life. Forgoing my own hard cock to focus on his. I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as the old man repeatedly shoved it down my throat and pulled it quickly back out. Looking up, I could see sweat rolling down his forehead and his sideburns now. Michael was even biting at his bottom lip as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. I knew I had him now.

“Get ready. I’m going to unload!” Michael suddenly warned, but I wanted his load so I sucked and tongued his massive dick even more. “Damn! Here it comes!”

And it did! I felt a strong stream of cum jetting form his dick. I swallowed and kept swallowing as the old actor’s pecker squirted out his load. Then even as I continued to suck the last few drops of his cum out, the old man’s pecker deflated. He let me suck on his soft dick for several more moments before pulling it away.

“That felt mighty good.” He told me as he zipped up his fly. “You know, if  you’re not doing anything. If you want you could we share a beer? And we could talk some more. I mean, if you want..”

I was a little shocked, but he didn’t have to ask me twice.

Son of a Legend

After another weekend of my sideline safari, for you delectation is none other than Terry Bowden, coach of the University of Akron football team, otherwise known as The Zips.

Deliciously cute, he caught my attention back in the day when he coached at Auburn but wasn't in my age range. But now that he's older, grayer and packing the pounds on, Terry has become one hot chubby daddy. Bowden was born into an extremely famous, successful and highly fuckable college football family and has certainly done his part to add luster and glory to the family name. His father, Bobby Bowden (who I have a major boner for) turned Florida State into a national champion, his brother Tommy Bowden (who I have a major boner for) was head coach at Clemson, now broadcaster and brother Jeff Bowden (who I have a major boner for) is Terry's special teams coordinator at Akron. Do I really need to say it? OK all of them can catch one from me. In a group, individually, in combinations, all of them can catch a HARD ONE.

A member of the winningest family in the history of College Football with a total of 626 wins between himself, his brother Tommy, and his father Bobby; building programs and winning seem to be a part of his DNA. Fitting, since I've definitely spent a lot of DNA on those three. Lets see, he just got married in June of this year. Together, the couple has five daughters, three sons and a grandson. DAMN eight kids and a grandchild. A let down sure, but he use to be a much sought after motivational speaker. So maybe in the off season, I can hire him and motivate him into a good ass-pounding. Well, he would probably disagree but I'd give it a try.

There is nothing like a short chubby man. Just makes me want to toss them around like a ball and Terry Bowden fits that perfectly.

I’d so toss him something.

Your a winner in my book Terry.

Sure it's a fake, but I love it all the same.

Damn I wish he didn't lose the weight.

Terry caught my attention back in the day when he coached at Auburn but has chubbed up now days and looking oh so fuckable.

Terry recently lost 55lbs off his 5'5" frame. Hope he stays at this weight.

Ah Terry Bowden. 

I’d like to thank your parents (Bobby Bowden in particular) for making such hot ass Daddy chub. 
And by thank, I mean give them some head. Yes, even his mother Ann. She has a cute grandma look I could get into. Ha ha... get into. What! Don't judge me. 

What I wouldn’t give to have Terry on his back and those nice legs of his over my shoulders. 

Bobby could watch or join in. The more the merrier.

 I pretty much have a thing for all the Bowden men, but Terry is my favorite.

With Bobby a close second. 

Chapter Three: Things Change

Over the next month, Jack McGee was using me as his personal human dick polisher. From sucking his dick to him fucking my ass. And with each passing day of that month, Jack became randier than the next. We would have encounters in the make-up trailer, on the sets, in our cars, slum motels and recently my apartment. All the while, never having the opportunity to put my dick to his his magnificent bottom. But having the opportunity to be his fuck buddy, more than out weigh my desire to fuck him. At least for now.

Suddenly my phone ranged.

“I’m on my way there. Be nude when I get there.” Jack said with his gruff voice.

As I got ready, my mind taking off again, floating over a furry, stocky shape laying there on my bed, glowing blue eyes boring holes in me, begging me to start all over with my fantasy tongue bath, promising even more than before, with his hot, drooling plum of a cockhead radiating heat furiously. I was snap back to reality when I heard someone at the door. I walked dreamily to the front door, a shameless boner trapped inside my already tightly stretched Levis. Jack appeared promptly, pulling right up to the closing door. He spun around to face me, with a horny look in his eyes.

“What the hell is this? Your supposed to be naked when I walk though this door.” Jack said with an annoyed tone.

Without saying a word, I found myself hopelessly drawn to him, my feet moving by themselves until my belly was pressing his butt snugly against the door. I stared down into those blue eyes of his as one hand cupped the back of his head and our lips met in a thunderous crash, our tongues jousting, thrusting, stabbing, twisting, vying for position. Seconds passed but it seemed like hours passed when we finally came up for air.

“I’m going to fuck you.” I said as the new tone of confident authority in my voice totally surprised me.

“That’s not happening kid.”

Suddenly, our lips met again, and my heart even faster, if that were possible, than the first time we kissed. This time there was no battle, no competition, just a long, slow savoring of the other’s sweet lips and slippery tongue as we explored each other’s mouth. We broke away at the exact same instant. And with that, Jack literally marched straight to the bed with me nipping at his heels, frantically ripping my clothes off on the way, tripping over untied shoelaces and peeling socks off just as he got near the bed.

“I want to see you strip bare ass naked…NOW!” I said as I’d slipped around him.

Sitting on the bed, I watched him, not bothering to conceal my raging boner, not daring to stroke it for fear of cutting loose before even touching him. Jack slowly pulled up his shirt exposing his belly and chest hair that seemed to form a kind of hourglass, tapering to a point just above his navel, and then slowly widening again to disappear below his still unfastened belt line. His hand reached suggestively for his belt buckle, stopping in invitation for me to allow him to go on. I nodded briefly, not wanting to break the spell. I could see the undefined bulge in his crotch, as his hand popped open the buckle and fumbled momentarily with the button. I pushed his hands away, unable to keep my hands off him any longer. The zipper hissed metalically, as I pulled it down to the bottom. Next came a quick tug on his left shoelace, and a pull, and his shoe was off. His sock followed seconds later. Then, the same for the right shoelace, shoe, sock, and they were neatly stowed by the bed.

My hands hungrily slid around to grip his meaty buns in a death grip as I mashed my face flat against the front of his crotch, rubbing my cheeks, lips, eyes, forehead, everything, all over his groin. Finally I slip my hands inside the elastic of Jack briefs and yank everything down to his ankles. My tongue greedily slobbered his thick, rubbery shaft, tracing each bulging vein back and forth, up and down its length. I took mouthfuls of his wiry pubic hair and tugging gently on it, before lapping at the sides of his scrotum. I breathed deeply of his manly sweat-musk, driving my nose deep into his crotch, before pulling back and spinning him around, pushing him on the bed.

I quickly knelt between his legs and as he watched, I took the beautiful head of his dick in my mouth. He started moaning as I tongued and deep throated his thick cock. I loved sucking his dick as his moans were music to my ears. I wanted to devour him and I hated to stop sucking him, but when I felt him tense up, I knew that I must or he would shoot off. Although I abandoned his dick, I didn’t stop giving him pleasure. I lifted his thick legs and pushed my mouth against the rose bud of his virgin asshole.

Suddenly Jack began to wiggle in delight as I started licking his asshole. When I forced my tongue inside his tight old asshole, he practically squealed with pleasure. And damn if he wasn’t reaching down and stroking my head. I loved the tangy taste of his asshole and the silky textures inside him. Jack went crazy as I worked my tongue deeper and deeper into him. He started arching his back and bucking when I began to twist and turn my tongue deep inside his asshole.

“Oh, God! That was wonderful.” Jack said in choking, husky voice.

“Well, now I’ve got that ass ready now.” I said as I spit in my hand to wet my dick head and shaft.

“You going to fuck this ah? Come on fuck it. Fuck it!” Jack said as he grabbed behind his knees, giving me full view of his fabulous ass.

Then as his eyes grew bigger and bigger, I directed the head of my dick to his spit lubed asshole and began to slowly mount him. I just knew he would be tight and indeed the rim of his ass was. He groaned as I moved the head completely in and out a few times, but on each re-entry I pushed a little harder and a little deeper. And after a few minutes of this, I grabbed his ankles and with a thrust of my hips, I dropped my cock all the way in him.

“Fuck!” Jack hissed, unable to say another word at that moment.

With each thrust sinking farther into his nice plump, but surprisingly firm ass Jack started to moaning deliriously. His ass grabbed me like a fist as I began to pick up the speed a little, filling up his ass with his big cock. Damn this was good! His fucking ass was hot as fire and I pumped my dick in him like a dog in heat. I pushed his legs forward for more leverage as I fucked him harder and harder. All I could think about were times he fucked me like a paid whore and now I was doing the same to him. In and out, in and out, went my tool as hard I could when I noticed Jack gasping for air as he called out in ecstasy.

“Fuck me! Fuck my fat Irish ass!”

“Take this dick fat boy. Take this dick!” I said as I continued pounding Jack.

“Faster,” He said, “Fuck me harder. HARDER!” He added as he grabbed the sheets.

I could tell by him looking at me that he wanted it even harder and I did my best to oblige him. He was so hot and I was pumping his ass so wildly, seemed like my dick was melting in his ass. And before I knew it, the orgasm started to flood through me.

“Shit I’m cumming, damn I’m cumming!” I screamed as I continued to pump.

His ass made a sucking sound as my cum filled it to the rim. Suddenly I wanted to taste his cum, to feel his pleasure. So I jerked my dick out of the old man’s asshole and got back down between his legs and started sucking his dick for all I was worth. Jack moaned and bucked beneath me as I skillfully brought him closer and closer to a climax. Then just when I felt him tensing up I stopped sucking his dick, grabbed it and jacked it. Cum shot straight up into the air. Gobs of  cum landed on his gray haired chest, more struck his belly. I was over him, licking him clean as he went limp beneath me. Jack had a big smile on his face as his hand probed his ass, exhaling sharply as he realized just exactly what size of man I really was and that he’d taken all of me. What a fucking I had given the old fella.

“How’d like my ass?” Jack asked a few minutes later as he finished cleaning up.

I wasn’t lying when I told him it was the best I ever had. He blushed a little. He was basking in the knowledge he had satisfied my wildest dreams.


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