This is the story of how Mister Rogers fucked me

Several years ago, I went to my good friend Mister Rogers' house to see if he had some sugar because i ran out of some for tea, When i told him of my predicament, he invited me into his home and poured me a cup of Nectar of the Gods. For several years, I've had a crush on Mister Rogers, ever since he first moved to our neighborhood, he would always come over to my house and read amazing stories to my children right before my bitch of a wife died in her sleep, i refuse to disclose the information of her death to anyone, including police, as well as my children moving out when each of them turned 18.

Anyways, where was i? Oh yes, Mister Rogers was preparing a pot roast and it smelled delicious. When he bent over to pull the roast out, i looked over at his old booty and it got me harder than my wife has ever managed to make me, i got so hard that my pants zipper and button bursted, making it impossible to conceal myself. When he turned around, i was scared to death, i thought he was about to kick me out of his home, but, instead, he put the dinner down, pulled my cock out, and decided to lick it like a lollipop. It took every fiber of my being to keep myself from cumming right then and there because this felt like a dream come true.

He started to suck my cock like a man possessed, he was growling and stroking himself while giving me the best head i've ever recieved. He sucked me for about an hour, it was painful to hold it in, but, i finally shot my load down his throat, he swallowed it and told me that it tasted better than the meat he was cooking. With a surprising feat of strength for a man his age, he swung me on top of the roast, shoved an entire chocolate cake down my ass, and decided to fuck my ass while beating my face into the roast, demanding that i stuff myself with the zesty, bold flavor of the roast.

It was as delicious as i imagined, i kept eating the roast while greasing my dick up, drenching it in the marinade, while he fucked my tight butthole, he kept hitting the right spot over and over again and i was grunting like a pissed off gorilla. He wrapped his belt around my neck and started to choke me with it, which made me harder than before, i kept cumming uncontrollably and the thought of dying caused me to shit myself all over his dick. surprisingly, all that did was make him fuck me even harder. We kept fucking and choking until i finally passed out in a pool of cum, marinade, and blood that poured out of my ass profusely.

When i finally woke up, it was like heaven, he was still fucking me despite my nipples getting caught in mousetraps, which only added to the pleasure. At the same time, we came like firehoses, he came in me so hard that it came out of my mouth. At my request, he put a bullet into my chest and fucked the hole until i died of blood loss. Although i died, i'm glad i did, because nothing in life would've ever offered me anything like the experience i had with Mister Rogers. When he finally passed away and we reunited in Hell, We fucked each other for eternity, even managing to have a threesome with Satan himself. The End.