As a young man of 18, I would regularly spend my evenings wandering from cottage to cottage in my home town, seeing what was on offer, and quite often going home very satisfied.
As part of my walk, I would regularly see a much older gentleman in his 70's out for a walk. He'd never actually go in the cottages. A couple of times I'd even given him an obvious "follow me for fun" look as I walked in, but to no avail. I always got a gay "vibe" off him as he always appeared very interested in me, but had accepted he wasn't interested.
Anyway, one evening, after months of this, as I was walking around he actually said hello to me. I said hello back and he just mentioned he often saw me walking around on a night. I replied that I enjoyed going out and "You never know who you might meet." He said he often saw me going in the loos and I just let the comment hang and he eventually followed it up with "I visit my sister every night til around 7, just round the corner, but after that I'm free and you could always come round to mine if you wanted to?"
As a horny lad, I was obviously up for this and immediately said I'd love to. He gave me his number and said to call him any evening at 6 if I wanted to go round and he'd pick me up around 7 once he'd finished at his sisters. And so my regular sessions with Les began.
I'd call and arrange a spot to be picked up. I'd often get in his car with my cock already out and hard, which he loved, and he'd give me a nice wank as we drove back to his.
Once inside, he'd pop a gay porn video on (this is long before the days of the internet, lol) and he loved to bend over as he popped the tape in the machine and I'd push my hard cock against his arse through his trousers.
He'd wank me slowly for a while as we watched then eventually suggest we go upstairs. Once in the bedroom, we'd strip off and he would lay on his side with me behind him, pull open his cheeks and tell me to "get him up there."
He was always nice and tight, and never even suggested lube so I'd start slow, pushing my bellend against his hole, teasing it open. Once I started to work it inside he'd lay there grunting and telling me not to stop. Eventually my whole bellend would pop in and the feeling would be amazing.
Once I'd got that far in, the rest would follow easily. I'd start slow, to work him open and loosen him up, slowly back and forth as he grunted away. Eventually I'd be able to go faster and deeper, hand on his hip as I thrust into him, pulling him back on my cock. When he was properly open, I'd pull all the way out and then just go straight back in, balls deep, over and over. By now he was moaning in pleasure rather than grunting with effort.
I'd fuck him for ages, sometimes kneeling up as he lay on his side, getting in his arsehole at a different angle, which felt amazing too. Either way, I'd Eventually get close and tell him I wanted to cum and Les would always tell ne to "Do it up him." I didn't need telling twice and the session would always end with me filling his arse with my cum as he always wanted it bareback.
Then I'd wash up and he'd drive me home, telling me how much he loved me fucking him and how he "always knew when you've been up him."
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