For context when this happened I was 31 and they were in their mid seventies.
I had first gotten to know him when I first started experimenting with guys. I had signed up to Fabguys looking for people local and his profile jumped out at me, with him having a nice smile and having a very down to earth profile. We exchanged messages for a few days and soon after we arranged for me to go to his for some relaxed fun. I remember being nervous but he was very accommodating and we went at my pace until sadly the nerves got the better of me. To my relief he was very understanding, so I offered him a handjob as I didn’t want him to feel like his time was wasted, which he gladly accepted.
Fast forward a few years and we had kept in touch, never finding the time to meet up but keeping up to the date with each other and forming a friendship. Over time his sex drive had faded but I found out that he enjoyed reading sexual fantasy stories on the forum, explaining that they seemed to have an affect on him. With this knowledge I began writing him stories, fantasies of mine that I wrote in a way that I hoped would get him turned on in the hope he would be up for meeting again.
After about eight or so stories I had written for him we finally had free time when we were both available. We arranged for me to come over to his for a cuppa and for it to be a social as he still wasn’t in the mood, but I jumped at the chance to see him again. We ended up speaking for nearly 3 hours about anything and everything. Now I should mention that he was only wearing a bath rode, I assume for comfort but who am I to complain. The entire time we spoke his robe would part whenever he adjusted his legs or moved etc and I would get the slightest glimpse of his cock, much to my delight.
As our conversation drew to a close he mentioned that I had been looking at it, to which I explained that over the past few weeks whilst writing the stories I had been getting hornier and hornier and hoping that the stories would light a fire in him, hopefully letting me suck his cock if he wanted. To my surprise he opened his robe and sat back on the sofa, legs spread on full show to me. I eagerly made my way over to him and knelt between his legs, taking him into my hand as he very slowly started to get hard. He mentioned that some medication he was on would make it unlikely that he would cum but that I was more than welcome to pleasure him until I got bored.
With this knowledge I began to suck him off, starting slow at first, savouring his taste and the feeling of his cock gliding between my lips. I cupped his balls in my hand and began to gently massage them as I continued to pleasure him, his cock now fully hard oozing pre cum, the salty taste flooding my senses driving me a little wild. I started to pick up the pace, sliding my lips all the way down to the base of his cock over and over again, my tongue swirling around his bellend with every stroke. All the while he was gazing down at me, a look of superiority about him, admiring me only caring about his pleasure. He placed his hand on the back of my head, controlling my pace slightly as I noticed him start to close his eyes, his breathing getting faster and soft moans starting to emanate from him.
Knowing what was about to happen I clamped my lips harder around his shaft as I continued to passionately suck his cock, gazing up at him as I did so, watching him start to convulse and moan like a feral animal as his warm salty nectar started erupting into my mouth, me having to start gulping it down, the feeling of it sliding down my throat sending me over the edge. It felt like he ejaculated for 30 seconds straight, months of cum finally being emptied from his now tender balls. After I had finished cleaning his cock with my tongue I knelt there, him slouched back in the sofa with a smile on his face. Then a few minutes later I was walking home, the taste of his cum still overwhelming my senses.
We haven’t met since and we have lost contact with each other, but, I hope that I will get a text out of the blue from him in the future for him to use my mouth again as a toy for his enjoyment. |
