Genuinely needed a pee that day..
While at urinal, a tall grizzled smiling black
gent smiled my way; I responded in kind. He gestured with his eyes to follow. I felt at ease, so I did. We hopped on a bus and a short trip later we were in his small comfy flat.
All the while smiling and soft spoken with a lovely Caribbean lilt, he proudly showed me a photo of his son, explaining that he was a widower.
The atmosphere was natural relaxed, but with a hint of surprises to come!
We sat close, his legs extended and full crotch just a hand away.
I smiled and he nodded comprehension.
I knelt and sniffed his crotch bulge, now fuller, thicker..
His hands slid down, pulled up my T-shirt and gently played with my nipples, gently chortling encouragement..
I slowly unzipped his fly and nuzzled closer to what was now a hot throbbing and very , very hot big cock….
Lucky you, I never managed to pull a trick in that cottage, and not for lack of trying
However, the Champion pub down the road was gay then. I had plenty of action in the gents there, and plenty of take away trade as well
The place was nervy; few lingered. I hit the iron while hot - pure happenstance/luck..! ( and it happens when you’re not bothered one way or another-which says something important about attracting luck..
