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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