The Secret Passion of Ed Asner
Chapter Five Two Legends, One Trailer
Featuring Ed Asner and M. Emmet Walsh
Brennan Morgan had been Ed Asner’s personal assistant for weeks, juggling a whirlwind of tasks—driving him to appointments, sorting through fan mail, arranging appearances, and managing his charitable donations. Today’s schedule brought them to the set of an indie film, Faith, Hope & Love, where Ed was shooting a few scenes. While Ed handled pre-shoot preparations, Brennan mingled with the crew, who were snapping photos with another cast member, the legendary character actor M. Emmet Walsh. Known for roles in Serpico, Blade Runner, and Blood Simple, Walsh had a husky, balding charm, his wheezy voice and self-deprecating humor captivating everyone. Brennan found him handsome in a rugged, old-man-next-door way, especially when Walsh handed out $2 bills and 1943 silver pennies, saying with a wink, “Keep this, and you’ll never go broke.”
Later, after running errands for Ed, Brennan returned to the set. Most of the cast and crew had cleared out, and he assumed Ed was waiting in his trailer. As he approached the door, he heard voices—Ed’s gravelly tone and another familiar one. Pausing for a moment, Brennan pushed the door open and froze. There, on the trailer’s small couch, sat Ed Asner and M. Emmet Walsh, both looking at him with expectant grins.
“Brennan, there you are. We’ve been waiting on you,” Ed said, standing up and approaching him.
Ed, at 5’7” with a stocky, rounded frame, wore a brown plaid shirt and tan pants. His bald head gleamed under the trailer lights, wispy white hair clinging to the sides, his bushy eyebrows framing a weathered, wrinkled face. His pale skin showed the marks of age, and a fair amount of white body hair dusted his chest, visible where his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar.
“Hi, Mr. Walsh,” Brennan said, his voice catching slightly as he took in Walsh’s appearance.
At 5’10”, Walsh had a heavyset, paunchy build, his thinning gray hair combed back, a balding crown with wispy strands on the sides. His ruddy, hangdog face featured a prominent nose, deep-set blue eyes, and visible wrinkles, with age spots dotting his hands. He wore a dark suit jacket over a black shirt and black pants, a small pin on his lapel catching the light.
“Call me Mike, son. Ed’s been telling me all about you,” Walsh said, waving Brennan closer with a meaty hand, his droll delivery laced with a profane edge.
“Yeah, I told him you give the best blowjob around,” Ed added with a smirk, his gravelly voice dripping with mischief. “Says he was interested. So I invited him here.”
Brennan glanced at Ed, then at Mike, who looked him dead in the eye.
“Does that bother you?” Mike asked, his tone challenging.
“No, sir,” Brennan replied, his heart racing.
At 27, Brennan stood at 5’10” with a lean, slender build, his dark brown wavy hair framing a youthful, androgynous face. His greenish-hazel eyes sparkled with a mix of nerves and excitement, his 8-inch slender, cut cock already stirring in his jeans at the thought of what was about to happen.
“Then get your ass over here,” Ed growled, his stern expression softening into a hungry grin. “Like I said, we’ve been talking about you. And the man’s a legend.”
“No, you’re a legend,” Mike shot back, his self-deprecating humor shining through as he chuckled.
Brennan hesitated, glancing at Ed again. Ed laughed, his bushy eyebrows rising. “Hell, what’s the matter? You not in the mood for sex? Got yourself a headache?”
Brennan didn’t answer, his eyes darting to Mike as the older man reached down, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his black pants. Brennan’s breath hitched as Mike pulled out his cock, 7.5 inches, thick and veiny, with a slight upward curve, already semi-hard. It wasn’t as thick as Ed’s, but it was longer, and his heavy balls hung low, dusted with gray hair. As soon as Mike freed himself, Ed followed suit, unzipping his tan pants and pulling out his own 6.5-inch cock. It was soft but thick, with a big, bulbous head, and Ed started stroking it lazily, his weathered hand moving with purpose.
“Don’t be rude, Brennan. Suck him,” Ed ordered, his voice a low rumble.
Brennan dropped to his knees in front of Mike, his heart pounding as he looked up past the older man’s cock, past his paunchy belly, and into his rugged face. Mike’s deep-set blue eyes glared down at him, his weathered features hard but handsome in a rouged, manly way. Brennan wasn’t a fan of the sideburns, but Mike’s full lips were a feature he couldn’t resist. Mike’s cock was still swelling, the head glistening slightly as Brennan leaned in, taking the entire length into his mouth in one swift motion. He knew Mike would love the deep throat, and sure enough, Mike let out a wheezy sigh, his hands resting on Brennan’s shoulders.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Mike muttered, his voice gravelly as Brennan sucked gently, his tongue swirling around the shaft.
The soft, warm skin of Mike’s cock felt incredible against Brennan’s tongue, and he savored the taste, slightly salty, with a musky edge that made his own cock throb in his jeans. Brennan pulled back slowly, letting the elongated head rest in his mouth, and flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip, teasing the slit. Mike moaned louder, his hips twitching as Brennan worked the head, sucking harder, wanting to taste his cum.
“Damn! That feels good,” Mike groaned, his hands tightening on Brennan’s shoulders.
“Didn’t I tell you he was a natural?” Ed said, his voice thick with arousal as he jacked his now fully hard cock, the thick head glistening with precum.
Brennan glanced up at Ed, meeting his hazel eyes, and saw the raw lust there. It spurred him on, and he started swallowing Mike’s cock again, inch by inch, his lips stretching around the girth. Ed watched intently, his hand moving faster on his own dick, the sight of Brennan deep-throating Mike clearly driving him wild.
“See, I told you he could swallow your cock,” Ed yelled, his voice booming in the small trailer.
“Damn, it feels wonderful,” Mike said, his wheezy voice breaking as he reached down, grabbed the back of Brennan’s head, and started fucking his mouth.
Brennan gagged slightly as Mike rammed his cock in and out, the head hitting the back of his throat with each thrust, but he loved it. He loved the way Mike’s gray pubic hair tickled his nose, the way Ed’s eyes burned into him as he watched, and the sheer depravity of the moment. Saliva dripped down Brennan’s chin as Mike fucked his throat, his balls slapping against Brennan’s jaw with each thrust.
“If he’s good at this end, I wonder what that ass is like?” Mike said, pulling his cock out of Brennan’s mouth with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting the tip to Brennan’s lips.
“Why don’t you give it a try?” Ed replied, tossing Mike a tube of lube with a wicked grin.
Brennan and Mike quickly shed their pants, Brennan’s 8-inch slender cock springing free, already leaking precum. Mike stood there, his cock glistening with Brennan’s spit, a smirk on his face as Ed ordered, “Suck my cock, Brennan.”
Brennan leaned over the arm of the couch, his ass jutting into the air, and took Ed’s thick cock into his mouth. Ed’s meat was rock-hard, the big head stretching Brennan’s lips as he grabbed the sides of Brennan’s head, guiding him down. Brennan moaned around Ed’s cock, the taste of his precum coating his tongue as he sucked eagerly, his tongue lapping at the underside of the shaft.
Behind him, Mike squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and began rubbing it around Brennan’s tight hole.
“Nice ass,” Mike muttered, his voice low and appreciative as he slipped a finger inside, loosening Brennan up.
Brennan moaned around Ed’s cock, the sensation of Mike’s finger stretching him sending shivers up his spine. He’d been taking Ed’s beer-can-thick cock for weeks, so he knew he could handle Mike’s 7.5 inches, but the anticipation still made his heart race.
Mike lined up his cock, the narrow tip pressing against Brennan’s opening. Ed watched, his eyes glued to the sight of Mike’s cock prying open Brennan’s asshole. Brennan released Ed’s cock from his mouth, grimacing as Mike pushed in, the head popping through his sphincter with a slight burn.
“Oohhh…” Brennan gasped, and Mike chuckled, holding still for a moment to let him adjust.
But Brennan didn’t want to wait, he pushed back hard against Mike’s crotch, driving the full 7.5 inches deep into his ass as he dove back onto Ed’s cock, sucking with renewed vigor.
“What an ass… tight ass,” Mike moaned, his hands gripping Brennan’s hips as he began to pull out slowly, then thrust back in, each stroke smoother than the last.
The lube made everything slick and hot, and Brennan could feel every inch of Mike’s cock stretching him, the slight curve hitting his prostate with each thrust. After about 20 slow strokes, Brennan’s ass relaxed completely, and Mike picked up the pace, fucking him faster, his balls slapping against Brennan’s thighs.
“Fuck him harder, Mike!” Ed cheered, his voice a growl as he fucked Brennan’s mouth in rhythm with Mike’s thrusts.
Brennan’s 8-inch cock bounced beneath him, leaking precum onto the floor as he pushed back to meet Mike’s thrusts, his ass clenching around the older man’s cock. Mike rode him without mercy, pounding deep, the full length of his cock slamming into Brennan’s ass for a solid two minutes. The trailer filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet sucking noises, and groans of pleasure.
Brennan’s tongue worked overtime on Ed’s cock, licking the thick shaft, teasing the head, and sucking hard on the tip. Ed moaned loudly, his hands tightening in Brennan’s hair as he fucked his mouth, the gravelly edge to his voice making Brennan’s cock twitch.
“That’s it, boy, take my cock,” Ed growled, his belly jiggling slightly as he thrust.
Suddenly, Brennan’s orgasm hit out of nowhere, his cock erupting without even being touched. He shot thick ropes of cum onto the floor, his ass clenching hard around Mike’s pistoning cock.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Mike screamed, his body tensing as he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he unloaded inside Brennan. The feeling of Mike’s hot cum flooding his guts made Brennan shake uncontrollably, his own orgasm dragging on as Mike emptied his balls.
When Mike finally pulled out, his cock made a wet pop as it left Brennan’s hole, a trickle of cum dripping down Brennan’s thigh.
“Get your ass over here, Brennan, and sit on my cock,” Ed demanded, spitting into his hand and smearing it over his thick 6.5-inch cock, the big head glistening.
Brennan, still reeling from Mike’s fucking, turned around and straddled Ed, positioning himself over the older man’s cock. He felt the tip of Ed’s head tickle his cheeks, already slick with Mike’s cum, and pushed down gently. The thick head slid into his hole with ease, the stretch familiar and delicious. Brennan moaned loudly, only half of Ed’s cock inside him, the rest needing to be forced in.
“Oh my god, Ed, your cock feels so fucking good in me,” Brennan gasped, his voice raw with pleasure.
“Good boy, now take my cock into your ass,” Ed said in a demanding tone, grabbing Brennan’s thighs and pushing him down hard.
Brennan’s ass slammed down onto Ed’s cock, his belly pressing against Brennan’s cheeks as the full length filled him. The stretch was intense, Ed’s thickness stretching him wider than Mike had, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. Brennan bounced slightly, Ed’s belly cushioning him as he rode the older man, each thrust driving Ed’s cock deeper.
“Fuck, you’re tight even after Mike,” Ed growled, his hands gripping Brennan’s hips as he slammed him down again and again.
Brennan moaned and screamed, the trailer walls doing little to muffle the sounds of their fucking. He didn’t care if anyone heard, he was lost in the sensation of Ed’s thick cock pounding his ass, the big head hitting his prostate with every thrust. After three minutes of relentless fucking, Ed bellowed like a bull, his cock swelling inside Brennan’s tunnel as he came, his cum shooting deep into Brennan’s ass, mixing with Mike’s load.
As Ed’s orgasm subsided, Brennan collapsed forward, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He looked at his two lovers, both sweaty and disheveled, their post-sex glow making them even more captivating. Ed’s white hair was plastered to his forehead, his bushy eyebrows framing a content, satisfied expression. Mike’s suit jacket was rumpled, his thinning hair a mess, but his blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he lit a cigarette, the scent of sex and smoke filling the trailer. Brennan’s cock twitched again, the sight and smell reigniting his arousal. He knew he and Ed would be fucking again later that night, and the thought made his heart race all over again.
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