Some Guy Named Ed

For those on Tumblr who love, admire, adore, like and/or have a crush on Ed Asner.

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Tiger Within (2020) - Edward Asner

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The Secret Passion of Ed Asner

Chapter Six: A Dinner to Remember

Featuring American actor Edward "Ed" Asner

In the humid July air of Orlando in 2015, the DoubleTree by Hilton Orlando at SeaWorld pulsed with the discreet excitement of A Celebration of Friends. Ed Asner, 85, the evening’s #1 most admired man, had just finished a raucous Q&A—his gravelly voice cracking wise about Lou Grant, Carl Fredericksen, and the state of the world—leaving forty admirers buzzing. Now, in a private dining room, he hosted the raffle winner: George, a middle-aged fan whose nervous energy crackled like static. Brennan Morgan, Ed’s lean, 27-year-old personal assistant, dark wavy hair, greenish-hazel eyes, androgynous charm, stood near the wall, professional but already half-hard in his slacks.

George, after snapping a photo sitting on Ed’s lap (Ed’s big, hairy hand resting possessively on the man’s knee), confessed in a rush.

“I used to jerk off thinking about blowing you for hours, Mr. Asner. Every time I watched the show.”

Ed’s bushy white eyebrows shot up; a crooked smirk carved deeper lines into his jowly face.

“That a fact?” he rasped, shifting forward so his charcoal trousers strained over the growing bulge. “Well, here’s your shot, kid. Don’t pussyfoot around. You want this old cock in your mouth? Get on your fuckin’ knees and worship it like the cocksucker you are.”

George dropped instantly. Trembling hands unzipped Ed’s fly, tugged the trousers open, and freed the thick 6.5-inch cut cock. The bulbous head, already flushed dark plum and glossy with a thick bead of pre-cum, jutted proudly from a dense thicket of curly gray pubic hair. Heavy, low-hanging balls dangled in their loose, wrinkled sac, the skin soft, warm, and faintly musky. George wrapped both fists around the shaft—moderate girth filling his palms, and began a slow, reverent pump: base to corona, twisting firmly at the swollen ridge, thumbs digging into the thick underside vein to make it throb visibly. Pre-cum welled steadily at the slit; he smeared it in slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive glans, then dragged his thumbs down the shaft in long, slippery strokes until the entire length shone wet and pulsing.

“Damn, never dreamed it was this big,” George breathed, voice shaking as he milked another fat, pearlescent bead from the slit, rubbing it into the flared corona until the head glistened like polished stone.

Ed groaned, a low, bearish rumble from deep in his barrel chest.

“Go on and suck it,” Ed ordered, his gravelly voice dripping with authority as he reached forward, his weathered hand catching the back of George’s head. “Take it all, boy.”

He pulled George’s head toward his crotch, guiding him down with a firm grip. George leaned in, tongue flat and broad, dragging a slow, wet stripe from the very base of Ed’s balls, tasting the salty, musky skin, up the thick underside vein all the way to the slit, where he paused to spear his tongue-tip into the opening, scooping out the steady drip of pre-cum with hungry little flicks. Then he sealed his lips around the swollen head, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks, tongue swirling in tight, relentless circles around the corona, lashing the sensitive frenulum with rapid, fluttering strokes that made Ed’s hips jerk involuntarily. He sank lower, lips stretching obscenely wide, jaw aching, as he took inch after thick inch. The bulbous head pushed past his soft palate and into the tight ring of his throat; George gagged wetly, throat muscles spasming and rippling around the invading girth, saliva flooding his mouth in thick waves. Tears welled in his eyes but he forced himself deeper, nose buried in the coarse gray bush, Ed’s heavy sac mashed hot and sweaty against his chin, until every inch disappeared.

“Fuck... yes... right there,” Ed growled, gravel voice dropping to a rough, intimate snarl. “Swallow that fat head. Yeah, just like that, you greedy little korva.”

George obeyed with desperate, sloppy enthusiasm. He pulled back agonizingly slowly—lips dragging along every veined inch—until only the bulbous head remained trapped between his swollen lips. He sucked hard on it like a lollipop, tongue drilling deep into the slit to lap up the constant flow of pre-cum, swirling in tight, wet circles before plunging down again, deep-throating with noisy, guttural gulps. Spit poured from the corners of his mouth in thick, glistening strands, dripping onto Ed’s low-hanging balls until they shone and swung wetly. He hollowed his cheeks for brutal suction, tongue flattening along the underside to massage the thick vein in long, pressing strokes, then curling to batter the corona on every frantic upstroke. Ed’s hips rocked in shallow, insistent fucks, feeding more cock into the spasming, drooling throat, while his powerful arms braced on the chair, silver wristwatch glinting with each flex, low growls rumbling from his chest.

Brennan watched, captivated. His own 8-inch slender cock strained painfully; he unzipped quietly, wrapped long fingers around the shaft, and began stroking, slow, deliberate pulls from root to glistening tip, twisting over the head on every upstroke to spread the copious pre-cum in slick, audible strokes. His thumb circled the slit, smearing the slickness down the length in long, slippery glides, eyes locked on Ed’s thick shaft disappearing between George’s stretched, spit-shiny lips over and over.

Ed’s big brown eyes suddenly met Brennan’s, mischief flashing behind black-framed glasses as he noticed his assistant’s arousal. Brennan could tell Ed was enjoying being watched, the knowledge adding an extra layer of intensity to the moment.

Ed’s hips bucked slightly, fucking George’s willing mouth as George slurped and sucked, the wet sounds filling the room. Brennan’s cock throbbed in his hand, pre-cum leaking from the tip as he watched Ed’s thick cock disappear into George’s throat over and over again.

Unable to stay on the sidelines any longer, Brennan stepped closer, his heart pounding as he reached out to touch Ed. His hand moved over Ed’s chest, feeling the coarse body hair beneath the white dress shirt. He squeezed Ed’s nipples through the fabric, eliciting a low growl from the older man.

“You enjoyin’ the show, kid?” he rasped, his voice thick with lust as he glanced at Brennan, his bushy eyebrows arching suggestively. “Keep jerkin’ that pretty cock while you watch him slobber all over mine. Makes my balls tighten just lookin’ at ya.”

“Yes, sir,” Brennan whispered, hand speeding up, pre-cum flying in tiny arcs as he pumped faster, his other hand roaming over Ed’s broad chest. George kept sucking, his head bobbing faster now, his lips glistening with spit as he worked Ed’s cock with desperate enthusiasm.

Ed’s moans grew louder, his breathing ragged as he gripped George’s head with both hands, guiding him with more force.

“That’s it, suck that big head,” Ed growled, his gravelly voice sending shivers down Brennan’s spine. “yeah, just like that. You’re gonna make this old man cum hard.”

George obeyed, taking the entire length back into his throat. Ed’s hips jerked, his thick cock pulsing as he neared his climax. Brennan could tell by the way Ed’s body tensed, the way his moans turned into sharp gasps, that he was close.

“Gonna blow, George. Face or throat? Speak up, boy.”

“Face,” George gasped, pulling off with a wet, obscene pop—thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen, cum-slick lips to the glistening, throbbing head. “Paint me, Ed... please, drown my face with it.”

Ed gripped George’s head with both thick hands, fucked his mouth twice more, deep, deliberate plunges that made George’s throat visibly bulge and convulse, then yanked free. His hairy fist blurred over the slick shaft: fast, twisting strokes zeroed in on the swollen head, thumb pressing hard into the slit on every upstroke.

“Here it fuckin’ comes... open wide... take every goddamn drop!”

Thick, heavy ropes erupted: the first powerful jet lashed across George’s left cheek and eye in a hot stripe, the second streaked over his open lips and chin in a thick ribbon, a third landed heavy on his outstretched tongue, a fourth splattered his forehead, a fifth dribbled down his neck. Ed milked every pulsing spurt with rough, twisting pulls, groaning from deep in his chest, balls contracting tight against his body as his hips jerked with the intensity. George opened wide, catching the last thick pulses on his tongue, licking his lips in a dazed, cum-drenched grin.

“Holy shit… thank you,” George said, his voice hoarse as he popped up to his feet, wiping some of the cum from his face with the back of his hand.

Ed’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he caught his breath, his chest heaving.

“Why don’t we put the cherry on top of this?” he suggested, his hand moving down to George’s crotch, massaging the bulge through his pants with a slow, deliberate motion.

“Sure,” George said gleefully, his eyes lighting up with anticipation.

Ed unzipped George’s pants, pulling out his nice, hard 8-inch cock.

“Nice cock,” Ed rasped, his gravelly voice filled with appreciation as he leaned forward, licking the head with a slow, teasing swipe of his tongue.

He glanced over at Brennan, who was still stroking himself, his slender cock glistening with pre-cum. Ed’s brown eyes locked onto Brennan’s as he moved down to George’s balls.

Sucking one heavy ball into his mouth, rolling it gently with his tongue while his rough, calloused hand pumped the shaft in long, firm strokes, twisting at the head, thumb pressing the slit to milk more pre-cum in fat beads. He switched to the other ball, humming low, rumbling vibrations that made George whimper and thrust shallowly into the hot mouth.

Then Ed engulfed George’s entire cock, his lips stretching around the 8-inch length as he took it inch by inch down his throat. His skill was evident, his mouth working with a greedy intensity that only a seasoned lover could muster. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the shaft as he bobbed his head, his lips pressing against the crotch of George’s pants with each deep thrust. George moaned loudly, his hands gripping the actor's head as Ed worked him over, the wet sounds of Ed’s mouth on his cock filling the room.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” George gasped, his hips bucking as Ed took him deeper, his throat constricting around the length.

Ed pulled back slightly, focusing on the head of George’s cock, his tongue flicking over the sensitive tip, teasing the slit before sucking hard on the head.

“You taste so good,” Ed growled between licks, his voice muffled as he went back to deep-throating George, his hands gripping George’s thighs for leverage.

Then Ed took him deep—lips stretching wide around the full length, throat relaxing as he swallowed inch by inch until his nose pressed pubes. He bobbed with greedy, practiced intensity: wet, noisy suction, tongue swirling relentlessly along the underside in long, pressing strokes, lips sealing tight at the base on every downstroke. George’s hips jerked; Ed hummed around the shaft, the deep vibrations shooting straight through George’s core, making his balls draw up tight and his cock throb harder.

The combination of Ed’s skill and the sheer eroticism of the moment pushed George over the edge.

“I’m gonna... fuck... Ed... now... now!”

Ed locked on the head, sucking with fierce, pulsing suction, tongue pressing flat and hard against the slit, swirling in tight circles. George erupted—hot, thick spurts flooding Ed’s mouth in powerful, endless jets. Ed swallowed greedily, throat working visibly with rhythmic, tight gulps, milking every rope until George shuddered empty, knees weak and trembling, cock still twitching between Ed’s lips.

Watching Ed swallow George’s load was too much for Brennan. His hand moved faster over his own cock, and with a sharp gasp, he came, his cum shooting onto the floor as his body trembling as he emptied himself completely.

Silence fell, heavy with musk, sweat, and ragged breathing. Ed wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes twinkling behind his glasses. He looked from George’s cum-streaked face to Brennan’s flushed one, then barked a rough, satisfied laugh.

“Now you know this old Jew actually loves spunk,” he declared, gravel voice pure mischief. “I really fuckin’ love it.”

George laughed shakily, still dazed. This dinner would burn in his memory forever.

Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely fictional, satirical, and erotic fantasy. It does not reflect any verified events, actions, or inclinations of Ed Asner or any person named Brennan Morgan. It is invented for entertainment purposes only.

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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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The Secret Passion of Ed Asner

Featuring American actor Edward "Ed" Asner

Chapter Four: Heat of the Atlanta Night

The late August air in Atlanta was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to your skin like a second layer, even inside the air-conditioned Hyatt Regency. It was Labor Day weekend in 2013, and Dragon Con was in full swing. Ed Asner, the 83-year-old legend, had just finished a lively panel for his role as Carl Fredricksen in Up. His gravelly voice had filled the room with stories of The Mary Tyler Moore Show, his iconic “I hate spunk” line drawing roars of laughter from the crowd. But now, the convention buzz had faded, and the real heat was brewing in their hotel suite.

Brennan Morgan, Ed’s 27-year-old personal assistant, stood by the edge of the bed, his lean, 5’10” frame tense with anticipation. His greenish-hazel eyes darted nervously between Ed and the woman Ed had brought back—Katherine, a dark-haired fan from the autograph line. Brennan’s slender, 8-inch cut cock was already hardening, the thought of watching Ed sending a thrill through his body despite his jealousy. Ed, at 5’7” with a stocky, softer build, sat on the bed, his pale, wrinkled skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His bushy eyebrows furrowed as he watched the scene unfold, his 6.5-inch thick cock with its big head already stirring in his blue shorts.

Ed had slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, leaving Brennan and Katherine alone for a moment.

“Don’t be shy, kid,” Ed’s gravelly voice called from the bathroom, the door left ajar. “Show her what you’ve got.”

Brennan’s heart raced as Katherine, her blouse already unbuttoned to reveal her full breasts, dropped to her knees in front of him. She tugged down Brennan’s jeans and underwear in one swift motion, his slender cock springing free, already half-hard.

“My, my,” Katherine purred, glancing toward Ed in the bathroom. “It’s even bigger than you said, Ed.”

Brennan’s eyes locked onto Ed’s reflection in the bathroom mirror as Katherine’s warm, wet mouth enveloped the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive slit, her lips stretching to accommodate his 8-inch length. Brennan groaned, his hands instinctively gripping her hair as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each slow, deliberate suck. The wet, slurping sounds echoed, her saliva dripping down his shaft to coat his tight balls.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Brennan muttered, his voice shaky.

Ed, now brushing his teeth, met Brennan’s gaze in the mirror and flashed that big, knowing grin, his bushy eyebrows arching with approval. The sight of Ed watching made Brennan’s cock swell to its full length, the shaft glistening with Katherine’s saliva as she worked him with sloppy, wet slurps.

Ed finished in the bathroom and sauntered back into the room, his weathered body bare except for his blue shorts. He sat on the bed beside Brennan, his rough, calloused fingers brushing against the right cheek of Brennan’s ass. The touch sent a jolt through Brennan, and he thrust into Katherine’s mouth harder, fucking her throat with a desperate rhythm.

“That’s it, kid,” Ed growled, his voice low and commanding. “Give her that pretty cock.”

Katherine moaned around Brennan’s shaft, the vibrations making his balls tighten, but she pulled back suddenly, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop. She stood, hiking up her skirt and peeling down her panties, revealing her shaved pussy, already slick with arousal.

“Go ahead and fuck her,” Ed said, his tone firm as he pushed Brennan forward, his hand lingering on Brennan’s ass with a possessive squeeze.

Katherine grabbed Brennan’s cock, guiding it to her entrance, her fingers slick with her own juices. Brennan positioned himself so Ed could see every inch of his 8-inch shaft as he pressed the tip against her wet folds, parting them slowly.

Ed’s grin widened, his thick cock now fully hard in his shorts, tenting the fabric obscenely. Brennan slid into Katherine’s pussy slowly, her tight, wet heat gripping him like a velvet vice as he pushed deeper.

“Oh, fuck, you’re big,” Katherine gasped, her nails digging into Brennan’s shoulders as he bottomed out, his pubic bone grinding against her clit. He started thrusting, slow and deep at first, each stroke making her moan as her juices coated his shaft.

Brennan glanced at Ed, who was now stripping off his clothes. Ed’s shirt came off, revealing the gray hair covering his chest and belly, his pale skin marked with age spots. He stood to remove his shorts, and Brennan’s breath hitched at the sight of Ed’s 6.5-inch cock, thick and throbbing, the big head already leaking precum. Despite his 83 years, Ed’s erection was impressive, swollen with lust, standing proud from a nest of white pubic hair.

Brennan groaned, the sight of Ed’s cock making him fuck Katherine harder, his hips slapping against her as her pussy clenched around him. But Ed had other plans. He stepped closer, his thick cock bobbing as he approached Katherine’s face, the musky scent of his arousal filling the air.

“Open wide, sweetheart,” Ed growled, and Katherine eagerly obeyed, taking Ed’s cock into her mouth. She moaned around him, her tongue swirling around the big head as she sucked, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

“That’s it,” Ed grunted, his hand tangling in her hair as he thrust into her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin with wet smacks. “Suck that cock like you mean it, you little minx.”

Brennan’s jealousy flared—he wanted Ed’s cock in his mouth—but the sight of Ed getting sucked off while Brennan fucked Katherine’s dripping pussy was too much. He pounded into her harder, her moans muffled by Ed’s cock as her juices ran down her thighs. Brennan's hands gripped her hips as he drove into her, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the room, her walls spasming around his plunging shaft.

Katherine pulled off Ed’s cock just long enough to gasp, “Yes, fuck me harder!” before diving back onto Ed’s shaft, her tongue lapping at the underside as she deepthroated him, gagging softly but pushing through. Ed’s gravelly moans filled the room, his weathered hands guiding her head as he fucked her mouth.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his eyes locking onto Brennan’s. “You’re doing great, kid. Keep fucking that tight little cunt.”

Ed motioned for a change in positions, his voice commanding. “Let’s switch it up.”

He slid onto the middle of the bed, lying on his back, his thick cock standing proud against his hairy belly. Katherine climbed over him, straddling his hips, her pussy hovering over his shaft. She grabbed Ed’s cock, her fingers barely wrapping around its girth, and slowly lowered herself onto it, inching down as the big head stretched her entrance wide.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as the big head stretched her, her pussy lips parting to take him in. Ed grabbed her hips, his rough fingers digging into her skin, and thrust upward, burying his cock to the hilt with a wet slap.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ed growled, his voice dripping with lust as he started moving her hips, making her ride him. "But I'll take care of that."

Katherine leaned over, her breasts brushing against Ed’s hairy chest, the coarse gray hairs tickling her nipples, and took Brennan’s cock back into her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head as she bobbed her head, her lips slick with spit. Brennan groaned, his eyes fixed on Ed’s sweaty, gray-haired chest as Katherine rode him, her ass bouncing with each thrust.

Ed chuckled, his gravelly voice sending a shiver down Brennan’s spine as he thrust harder into Katherine, his thick cock stretching her pussy as she moaned around Brennan’s shaft. The bed creaked under their movements, the sound of wet flesh slapping together filling the room.

Ed’s cock churning her slick depths, Katherine’s mouth slurping greedily on Brennan as he felt his orgasm building. The sight of Ed’s cock disappearing into Katherine’s pussy and the feel of her mouth on his own cock pushing him to the edge.

Katherine’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as her orgasm hit.

“I’m cumming!” she cried, pulling off Brennan momentarily, her pussy clenching around Ed’s cock in rhythmic spasms, milking him as she shuddered, her juices squirting lightly onto his belly.

Ed grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own climax. He pulled out at the last second, grabbing his thick cock and jerking it hard, his fist flying over the slick shaft.

“Fuck, that’s it—here it comes!” he growled, his voice raw with pleasure, cum shooting across his hairy belly in thick, white ropes, some splattering up to his chest.

Brennan couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled his cock from Katherine’s mouth, his hand flying over his shaft as he jacked himself off, the slick sounds matching his ragged breaths.

“I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, aiming at Katherine.

His cum shot out in long, hot spurts, some landing on her chest, some splattering onto Ed’s belly, mixing with Ed’s own load in a messy pool amid the gray hairs. Ed grinned, his bushy eyebrows arching as he watched Brennan’s release, scooping a bit of the mingled cum with his finger and licking it off with a wicked wink.

Exhausted, Ed motioned for Brennan to join them on the bed. Katherine lay between them, her hand lazily resting on their softening cocks as she dozed off. Ed and Brennan’s hands intertwined over her, their fingers brushing against her wet, swollen pussy as they massaged it gently. Brennan looked into Ed’s eyes, the older man’s stern expression softening into something tender.

“Did you plan this?” Brennan asked, his voice quiet.

Ed’s gravelly chuckle filled the room. “Maybe I did, kid. Maybe I did.”

Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely fictional, satirical, and erotic fantasy. It does not reflect any verified events, actions, or inclinations of Ed Asner or any person named Brennan Morgan. It is invented for entertainment purposes only.

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Dead Man's Gun (TV Series) S1.E11 'Next of Kin' (1997) - Edward Asner

I've said this before and I'll say it again. 90s Ed was the best Ed… at least to me. Aged to the point where his hair is all white, but still healthy enough to get a good fuck or two out of him.