“Jumbo,” she smiled. He was called that for a reason. In high school the guys in the locker room teased him mercilessly,
“Hey Kielbasa! How you doin’ today?”
“Hey, Tube Steak!”
“Hey, Wiener man !”
“How’z your hot dog stand?”
“Have you got anything besides pig?”
Then they all laughed good naturedly as males do when they’re trading barbs.
Kristie knew there would be internet photos of him surrounded by numerous blonds, his hair color of choice. She would be one of them. Next week there would be a half dozen more hanging off of him. The girls called him, “The Silver Fox.” He didn’t mind at all. He was a handsome hunk with blue eyes, tall and dark, clean shaven, slightly greying at the temples which made him look smarter than he actually was.
He liked younger women and he wasn’t afraid to let it be known. They were all legal, however. He had his rules. To his credit, he used a condom every time, but he went through women on a nightly basis. The next morning he was outta there looking for the next easy piece.
He was well into his forties, but the affliction for younger women followed him through each decade. He always seemed to have a bevy of beauties surrounding him like a bouquet of flowers. But the smiles were all a front. He had discarded so many young fragile things that no one looked at him seriously anymore.
A woman in her mid-twenties suited him just fine, but once she hit thirty, that was it. He traded her in for a new model. It could all be traced back to his wife. They were young together and fell in love in high school, but she was still in her flying stage. She left him with their five year old daughter to go out and find herself.
No one ever talks about that. Men can be dogs for cheating and fooling around, but women who go off and find themselves were bitches as far as he was concerned, every bit as evil as a cheating bastard. Well, he was going to go out and find himself too with any blond, fake-titty bimbo he could find.
He always had more than one woman after that. Girls that age are likely to partner up, but if the fear of commitment sneaks in, most women will move on. And that’s what they usually did.
He was a good dad, you had to give him that. On the first day of school all the teachers lined up to welcome the arriving students and parents as they dropped their kids off. Some of the male teachers were joking to themselves about the kindergarten moms and how fine they were. Some of the female teachers felt the same way about Jumbo. He was something to look at and fantasize about.
He managed a big ranch and was one of those men who had multiple jobs to keep things afloat. The ranch work was for love and the other jobs actually brought in money. Luckily he had a good support group around him offering child care. He never missed a game or an event that his daughter was part of.
But now that his daughter was growing up and off to college, he was deep into partying every night. One by one each woman left him or he left them until finally approaching the age of fifty, he began to consider settling down with two or three choice blonds he was dating. He liked to show them off Hugh Hefner style with the trio of flaxen beauties posed for every camera.
He started getting drunk to the point of not remembering. When that happened he could be a real ass. At that moment Kristie was face to face with his namesake digging her nails into his balls as he threw his head back in ecstasy. It was so big, she could barely get her mouth around it. He was a player and she knew it. She would have her fun. He had a great dick and she liked to play too.
Then out of no where he said, “No matter how much make-up you wear, you’re still gonna look old, bitch,” he snarked as he watched her head go up and down on him. She gave his balls a yank and dug her nails in harder. This set him off. Usually she swallowed, but this time she rolled his cum up into a ball of sputum in the back of her throat and hocked it directly onto his hairy paunch of a belly.
“What a fucking jerk!” Kristie was mad as Hell. “How old does he think is? He’s lucky he still has hair! The Silver Fox they call him… always looking for love, huh?”
At first she was too aghast to say anything, but she had to get it off her chest. “Mother Fucker! I don’t have to curse you. No matter how old I am, I’ll still be able to suck it, but you won’t be able to get it up in a couple more years.”
The next day he blocked her. She wasn’t alone. What an asshole. At this rate he wouldn’t have any friends left. “Thwack, thwack, thwack…!” like shots from a compound bow. He took aim and eliminated them one by one.
(First published 8/24/13)
