He doesn't.

I never noticed him before, but he's cute.

Charmed (TV Series) S4/E22 ’Witch Way Now?’ (2002) - Dakin Matthews 

Mmm… Dakin change my destiny any time.

Wait a minute. Dakin Matthews and… Alyssa Milano.

What? What? I had a crush on her. Plus, her tits were banging.

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Jim Broadbent Actor

Jim and Jim Carter. A nice English Daddy sandwich. Yes please.

But I feel like I'm missing something.

Imelda Staunton? Perfect.

What? Still BI. And want her to wear her Dolores Umbridge dress. Or dressed as Queen Elizabeth II. What? Let me have my fantasies.

Sonny Dykes - I'd agree with you that he's a doggy style guy. Whether it's anally or not, that's up in the air.

Gary Patterson - I'd say missionary, but it wouldn't surprise me if he's a doggy style guy.

Terry Bowden - He seems like a cowgirl type, wanting his hands or face constantly on tits.

First Blood (1982) - Brian Dennehy

You can't tell me 80s Brian Dennehy wasn't prime Dennehy. I can see us going at it like two bears in a Cadillac.

The 80s ain't bad for doing Richard Crenna either. Just saying.

The King and I

Chapter Five: The Monarch of Sweden

Featuring King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden

During an official visit to IEA headquarters, King Carl XVI Gustaf led a high-level delegation of officials, academics and business leaders taking part in a roundtable meeting on the emerging global energy crisis and the importance of clean energy technologies with myself and other senior figures from the Agency. The day before the visit, my boss came to talk to me, wanting me to work my magic and get this proposal through. She knows I’d do what even it takes to get the deal done, even sleep with clients.

I'm a 29-year-old man, blonde-haired with supermodel looks. My athletic body with my tight ass, 8' cock, a smile that could light up a room and seductive eyes, I could make just about any man mine. 

But the married, 77-year-old monarchy in Sweden?  

Well, I wasn't sure of that. But I just didn't know how to say "no thank you" to this lady. She knows how to nudge people into doing things her way.

By the next day, all I was thinking about was King Carl. I was picturing him with his multiple castles, gleaming medals, and plenty of wealth, looking down on the common folks. I hoped that was not the case, but suddenly, I wasn't too excited about my assignment. Yet that afternoon, I knocked on the conference room door where the king waited.

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty. I'm James Avery, I'll be presenting the company's proposal."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Avery. How nice to meet you. Do please get started." Said the very imposing man sitting at the conference table.

He looked handsome. Silver hair with a receding hairline and a slender build. His eyes were friendly and warm yet enigmatic. Like there was more to him than he was willing to reveal. I was getting interested in him again, until I remembered he was straight. I endeavored in vain with the plan, going over our proposal to the impeccably groomed, white-haired man who now looked intently at me.

It almost felt like he was checking me out, I thought to myself. I tried to keep myself from smiling as I was entertaining that idea. Just then, I decided that I might just have some fun with him. I always had a thing for older guys.

I dropped some of my paperwork and I made sure to bend down with ass in his direction so he could notice it. I peeked behind and yep, he was staring dead at it. He even smiled at me as he settled into his leather chair.

I could almost see the gears in his head. Was I flirting with him or was it all in his head? I decided to press on, "Your Majesty, I'm glad I was able to speak to you. I can't stress how important it is to have a back door… I mean an open-door policy."

I watched carefully as I "mistakenly" said, "back door" and saw all I needed to see as he turned slightly in his chair, and I saw his bulge. I had him right where I wanted him as he sat there, not knowing what to do next.

I walked over to him and asked, "Is there something I can do to ease your concerns on our proposal?"

His face turned red and just shook his head as if there was nothing I could do. But I knew what was going on in his head. He's debating on wanting to fuck me or not.

We sat there for an awkward minute as he had his internal struggle, so I chose to take things to next level.

"When was the last time you had your cock sucked, Your Majesty?" He didn't budge as I caught him off guard. His lower lip seemed to quiver a bit as if words were trying to be formed, but my now sexual presence was suffocating them.

"Does your wife take good care of you, Your Majesty? Does she suck your cock every night? Does she make you feel good?" I whispered, looking into his eyes.

He slowly shook his head no as I kneeled in front of him.

"May I Your Majesty?" I asked licking my lips.

With his lips still quivering, he nodded yes as I slid my hands up and down his legs. Putting on my most sincere face, I thanked him while unbuckling his belt so I could undo his slacks. Reaching into his underwear, I was rewarded with a nice cock. It was about 8 inches, thick, veiny, and most importantly, hard. I licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, taking in his musky smell as he shuddered in pleasure. It felt so erotic.

His Majesty gripped the arms of his leather chair as I slid my lips over his manhood and went to work. I could feel the veins on his cock as my lips glided up and down. Looking up to see his glazed over eyes told me everything I needed to know. I had him right where I wanted him. He's going to agree with the deal.

I was going to milk this old king and leave him wanting more, sucking him off for everything it was worth. My head bobbed as his moans got louder and louder. Eventually, he built enough courage to lay a hand on my shoulder as my hands slipped under his ass so I could take him deeper.

Next thing I knew, he grabbed me behind the head, pulling my face toward his crotch, and forcing his cock down my throat. I managed to take inch after inch of his thick dick down my throat until my lips were pressed against his pubic hairs. I let his cock hit the back of my throat a couple times before I released his cock from my mouth with a gasp and I jerked him off so I could catch my breath.

I was feeling really slutty, with one thought on my mind as I let his cock free of my mouth again and spat on it to lube it more. I’ve never been fucked by a king, and I wanted Carl to fuck me.

“Fuck me!” I told him, but not waiting for his answer as I stood up and jerked my pants and boxer shorts down, bent over the conference table, jetting my butt in his direction.

His Majesty didn’t answer, he just looked at his cock and then over at me. I guess the sight of my ass overcame me not being a woman because the old king got behind me, pausing for a moment to spit in his hand.  

A moment later I felt his slippery dick head pressing against my asshole. I relaxed as best as I could and gasped as the head pushed past the ring of muscle and into me, working the whole 8" into me till his hips pressed against my ass. I was in heaven having my hole stretched by a hard cock, feeling his heartbeat inside me though his pulsing manhood.

“You got a nice tight asshole.” The old king said almost angrily as he gripped my hips firmly and began to stroke in and out of me, slowly at first. He’d pull out till the head almost slipped out then thrust it smoothly back in, each entry into me I gasped out loud.

Eventually, his rhythm began to pick up speed and he grunted with pleasure. The smell of musk and sex filled my senses, and it was intoxicating.

As if knowing someone would come in soon or wanting to blow his load, His Majesty pumped into me faster and harder forcing more moans and gasps from me.

"GOD YES! Fuck me Your Majesty, Fuck me!"

That spurred him on as he thrust fully into me digging his fingers into my hips and grunted holding himself deep in me.

He began spraying my insides with his hot royal seed. I could feel it in me and knowing that I was being breed by the king of Sweden had me cumming on the floor. Carl was panting as if he'd just ran a marathon as quickly put himself away.

Later, the king and his delegation agreed with our proposal, helping us deal with global energy crisis and make up a lot of money in the process. And King Carl gave his personal number to keep him up to date with our progress.  

I wondered if he even still had sex with his wife. Oh well, it didn't matter. It would be much better if they didn't. I've found that men will do almost anything for sex. Especially really good sex.

As they left, I secretly told His Majesty, "I’ll personally keep you updated Yor Majesty…"

With that, he left smiling. Another satisfied customer.

I could have sworn I had at least promotional shots of both of them from LA Law. Well, I have posts of them in other things. Just click the tags to find them.

Oh well… gives me a reason to re-watch the show. And speaking of Richard Dysart. It has recently come to my attention that he had a blink and you miss it full frontal scene in The Thing.

In the scene where they were awaken by the alarm, you Dysart with just his shirt and boots on for some reason. I can't believe I didn't catch that before.