The Older Man
So, having sampled my first cock, I was eager to repeat the experience. Luckily, I didn’t have too long to wait for my second encounter, a meeting that would be etched onto my memory, and have me hooked on older guys forevermore. It was an early Spring day, bright sunshine, but the wind still held onto it’s wintertime chill, as I frequented the convenience where I had lost my innocence. It had become a regular weekend haunt, hoping for another illicit encounter in the stalls, wanting the touch and caress of another stranger. I entered into the cubicle where I had lost my virginity, the stains on the tiled wall still evident (the toilet attendant really wasn’t doing much to earn his money), the streaks of semen still visible under the flickering fluorescent glow where I had pleasured my first partner. The memory of that previous encounter alone was enough to arouse my cock, and so I lowered my trousers and underwear, and proceeded to slowly masturbate as I read the latest tales and messages daubed on the back of the door and partition. I hadn’t been there very long before I heard someone enter the premises, and to my surprise and consternation, attempted to gain entry to my cubicle. Upon finding the stall occupied, he took up residence in the adjoining toilet.
My heart rate had immediately quickened, and I stood there, rigid, in a state of fear, curiosity and arousal. I did nothing. My senses were heightened, as I tried to make out what may be happening on the other side of the partition. I could make out the rustle of clothing, toilet roll being procured, and then it went silent. My young cock throbbed and twitched, but still I stood like a statue, waiting for a sign that there may be the possibility of an encounter. Within moments, the sign was given, and I was left in little doubt that my neighbour was seeking the same thing that I was! He slapped his cock into the palm of his hand several times, the noise echoing around the tiled environment, loud and unmistakable. My heart jumped, as did my excited penis. He waited for a few moments, and repeated the process. I quickly raised my underwear and trousers, concealed my aroused member and unbolted the lock of my door, entering into the main room of the toilets. Nobody stood at the long stainless steel trough. We were alone. With trembling hands, I softly knocked upon his door.
‘Would you like a hand with that?’ I enquired with a shaking voice.
Whereas my previous partner had taken several moments to try and conceal himself and gingerly opened the door in a state of caution and fear, the door was immediately and boldly swung aside, and I was confronted with the sight of an elderly gent, somewhere in his seventies at a guess, and my eyes were quickly drawn to his cock and balls proudly on display, pushed out of his flies. And not an insubstantial package, either. He was tall and thin, with a craggy, but kindly face, and a smile quickly crept across his features when he saw me. Perhaps it was my youth. After all, I was barely into my twenties. He looked me up and down, his eyes resting upon my uncomfortable bulge for a moment or two, before uttering, ‘Of course, son. Come in.’
I squeezed into the cubicle with him, the scent of ‘Old Spice’ and ‘Brylcreem’ filling the air. He was nicely presented, and I would like to say I took in his appearance and savoured his clothing and features, but my eyes were drawn to his substantial cock protruding out of his trousers, resting on his satsuma sized balls. As we faced each other in the stall, my hand was quick to come out and caress, first, his uncut member, before sweeping underneath to hold and fondle his big, heavy balls. He let me play with his aged prick and scrotum for a few moments, before he said to me, ‘Go on, then. Get your cock out!’
I blushed in embarrassment, before lowering my trousers and underwear, my erect penis exposed to his gaze for the first time.
‘Oh, my! That’s a nice one!’ he complimented me, before he encased it with his gnarled hand, gently grasping it’s shaft and caressing up and down it’s length. I observed his own member slowly becoming aroused as he massaged my cock, and I thought it only polite to return the favour and reached out for his slowly engorging prick. Hot to the touch, the soft skin of the slightly darkened shaft in complete contrast to the almost blue and grey tinged glans starting to peep out from his foreskin. I ceased rubbing his length to fully expose his tip, marvelling at it's seasoned splendour, and almost involuntarily leaned over to lick and encase it in my hot mouth. He jumped in shock, his hand immediately leaving my aroused member, and he gasped out in pleasure, ‘Oh, my God..!’ as my mouth worked it’s way around his considerable cock. For a few minutes, he let me suck and lick his ever expanding prick, his big hands softly caressing the back of my head as I savoured his manly member. I worked his rubbery length into a rock hard rod, sucking and slurping on his elderly tool, masturbating his member whilst I licked and lapped at his wrinkly sac, before devouring his glorious tip once more. Although he was a man of senior years, I can assure you that everything below deck was in full working order!
‘You like that, don’t you?’ he softly whispered to me. I took his now fully aroused cock from my mouth, and stood to face him in the cubicle. My hand came out to fondle his glistening member, and I was impressed with both it’s length and girth. It looked like a good nine inches of meat, standing hard and proud.
‘I do like it. You have got one hell of a cock!’ I replied to my amorous companion, and a chortle of approval left his lips.
‘Well, let’s do something about your cock, shall we?’ he smiled wickedly.
I was going to receive an invaluable lesson on how men like to be touched. Firstly, his big hand gently caressed the back of my neck, sending electric tingles all the way down my spine. He lovingly stroked me for a few moments, and I was putty in his hands; he could do whatever he wanted from that moment on. His hand slowly came down the length of my back, stroking and caressing, sending me into ever heightening arousal and pleasure. He spent a while gently caressing my lower back and softly sweeping over my buttocks. My whole lower body was tingling; I was experiencing sensations I never knew existed. As one hand caressed my lower back and buttocks, his other hand came out towards my groin. I was taken aback to find that he wasn’t interested in grabbing a hold of my cock just yet, but instead, his fingers softly passed over the ribbed texture of my perineum, and my ecstasy was raised to yet another level. My cock jumped and twitched, and already it’s tip was glistened in pre-cum, as he lovingly fondled my testicles. I was stood there, my breathing heavy, my body in a state of pleasure it had never experienced before, and then he finally gripped my cock. Not gentle and light, like the beginning of our encounter, but he had a firm grasp of it.
Unfortunately, for him, (though it wasn’t too bad for me), he had gotten me so aroused and turned on that it really wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. And so within mere moments, I could feel the onset of my orgasm, as he pumped my young cock.
‘Oh, God! I’m going to cum..!’ I managed to blurt out, just as a plume of hot jizz shot against the tiles of the cubicle. Jet after jet shot from my tightened balls, coating the stall in my spunk. The ecstasy and pleasure finally subsided, and my cock was now becoming super sensitive to his touch, almost stinging as he drained the last few drops of sperm from me, milking me dry. And then I looked around us, in the aftermath of our tryst. My cum was dripping down two walls, and I noticed I had inadvertently shot a considerable globule onto the hem of my elderly companion’s overcoat. It did not go unnoticed.
‘Oh, look what you’ve done!’ he admonished me, as a teacher would an unruly pupil. He pulled out some toilet roll from his pocket and cleaned himself up.
Meanwhile, in the afterglow of my orgasm, my young mind raced. There were all sorts of emotions and thoughts running through me. There was a heady concoction of fear, guilt and shame, and an overwhelming urge to leave! I hastily pulled up my trousers and underwear, thanked my elderly friend for a wonderful afternoon, before giving him a manly handshake and departing.
Ah, the impudence of youth. I am pleased to say, that he and I enjoyed many a weekend in those toilets together, and I would like to thank him for the sexual education he gave me.
My heart rate had immediately quickened, and I stood there, rigid, in a state of fear, curiosity and arousal. I did nothing. My senses were heightened, as I tried to make out what may be happening on the other side of the partition. I could make out the rustle of clothing, toilet roll being procured, and then it went silent. My young cock throbbed and twitched, but still I stood like a statue, waiting for a sign that there may be the possibility of an encounter. Within moments, the sign was given, and I was left in little doubt that my neighbour was seeking the same thing that I was! He slapped his cock into the palm of his hand several times, the noise echoing around the tiled environment, loud and unmistakable. My heart jumped, as did my excited penis. He waited for a few moments, and repeated the process. I quickly raised my underwear and trousers, concealed my aroused member and unbolted the lock of my door, entering into the main room of the toilets. Nobody stood at the long stainless steel trough. We were alone. With trembling hands, I softly knocked upon his door.
‘Would you like a hand with that?’ I enquired with a shaking voice.
Whereas my previous partner had taken several moments to try and conceal himself and gingerly opened the door in a state of caution and fear, the door was immediately and boldly swung aside, and I was confronted with the sight of an elderly gent, somewhere in his seventies at a guess, and my eyes were quickly drawn to his cock and balls proudly on display, pushed out of his flies. And not an insubstantial package, either. He was tall and thin, with a craggy, but kindly face, and a smile quickly crept across his features when he saw me. Perhaps it was my youth. After all, I was barely into my twenties. He looked me up and down, his eyes resting upon my uncomfortable bulge for a moment or two, before uttering, ‘Of course, son. Come in.’
I squeezed into the cubicle with him, the scent of ‘Old Spice’ and ‘Brylcreem’ filling the air. He was nicely presented, and I would like to say I took in his appearance and savoured his clothing and features, but my eyes were drawn to his substantial cock protruding out of his trousers, resting on his satsuma sized balls. As we faced each other in the stall, my hand was quick to come out and caress, first, his uncut member, before sweeping underneath to hold and fondle his big, heavy balls. He let me play with his aged prick and scrotum for a few moments, before he said to me, ‘Go on, then. Get your cock out!’
I blushed in embarrassment, before lowering my trousers and underwear, my erect penis exposed to his gaze for the first time.
‘Oh, my! That’s a nice one!’ he complimented me, before he encased it with his gnarled hand, gently grasping it’s shaft and caressing up and down it’s length. I observed his own member slowly becoming aroused as he massaged my cock, and I thought it only polite to return the favour and reached out for his slowly engorging prick. Hot to the touch, the soft skin of the slightly darkened shaft in complete contrast to the almost blue and grey tinged glans starting to peep out from his foreskin. I ceased rubbing his length to fully expose his tip, marvelling at it's seasoned splendour, and almost involuntarily leaned over to lick and encase it in my hot mouth. He jumped in shock, his hand immediately leaving my aroused member, and he gasped out in pleasure, ‘Oh, my God..!’ as my mouth worked it’s way around his considerable cock. For a few minutes, he let me suck and lick his ever expanding prick, his big hands softly caressing the back of my head as I savoured his manly member. I worked his rubbery length into a rock hard rod, sucking and slurping on his elderly tool, masturbating his member whilst I licked and lapped at his wrinkly sac, before devouring his glorious tip once more. Although he was a man of senior years, I can assure you that everything below deck was in full working order!
‘You like that, don’t you?’ he softly whispered to me. I took his now fully aroused cock from my mouth, and stood to face him in the cubicle. My hand came out to fondle his glistening member, and I was impressed with both it’s length and girth. It looked like a good nine inches of meat, standing hard and proud.
‘I do like it. You have got one hell of a cock!’ I replied to my amorous companion, and a chortle of approval left his lips.
‘Well, let’s do something about your cock, shall we?’ he smiled wickedly.
I was going to receive an invaluable lesson on how men like to be touched. Firstly, his big hand gently caressed the back of my neck, sending electric tingles all the way down my spine. He lovingly stroked me for a few moments, and I was putty in his hands; he could do whatever he wanted from that moment on. His hand slowly came down the length of my back, stroking and caressing, sending me into ever heightening arousal and pleasure. He spent a while gently caressing my lower back and softly sweeping over my buttocks. My whole lower body was tingling; I was experiencing sensations I never knew existed. As one hand caressed my lower back and buttocks, his other hand came out towards my groin. I was taken aback to find that he wasn’t interested in grabbing a hold of my cock just yet, but instead, his fingers softly passed over the ribbed texture of my perineum, and my ecstasy was raised to yet another level. My cock jumped and twitched, and already it’s tip was glistened in pre-cum, as he lovingly fondled my testicles. I was stood there, my breathing heavy, my body in a state of pleasure it had never experienced before, and then he finally gripped my cock. Not gentle and light, like the beginning of our encounter, but he had a firm grasp of it.
Unfortunately, for him, (though it wasn’t too bad for me), he had gotten me so aroused and turned on that it really wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. And so within mere moments, I could feel the onset of my orgasm, as he pumped my young cock.
‘Oh, God! I’m going to cum..!’ I managed to blurt out, just as a plume of hot jizz shot against the tiles of the cubicle. Jet after jet shot from my tightened balls, coating the stall in my spunk. The ecstasy and pleasure finally subsided, and my cock was now becoming super sensitive to his touch, almost stinging as he drained the last few drops of sperm from me, milking me dry. And then I looked around us, in the aftermath of our tryst. My cum was dripping down two walls, and I noticed I had inadvertently shot a considerable globule onto the hem of my elderly companion’s overcoat. It did not go unnoticed.
‘Oh, look what you’ve done!’ he admonished me, as a teacher would an unruly pupil. He pulled out some toilet roll from his pocket and cleaned himself up.
Meanwhile, in the afterglow of my orgasm, my young mind raced. There were all sorts of emotions and thoughts running through me. There was a heady concoction of fear, guilt and shame, and an overwhelming urge to leave! I hastily pulled up my trousers and underwear, thanked my elderly friend for a wonderful afternoon, before giving him a manly handshake and departing.
Ah, the impudence of youth. I am pleased to say, that he and I enjoyed many a weekend in those toilets together, and I would like to thank him for the sexual education he gave me.
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