"Bugger!"
I was just getting into a nice leisurely wank and now the doorbell was ringing. I ignored it for a bit and it rang again. I remembered that a parcel I had been expecting a couple of days ago still hadn't arrived - maybe this was it.
I sighed and looked down at my rock hard dick, a pretty nice dick if I say so myself, eight inches with a nice girth and a mobile foreskin I loved playing with. The rest of me was not too bad, not brilliant but not bad for a fifty-nine year-old.
Looking around I grabbed a pair of underpants and flung them on, tucking my reluctant cock in as best I could. The doorbell was still ringing as I unlocked it opened it just a little and peered cautiously through the small gap.
The man stood outside didn't look like a courier or delivery man, maybe a couple of years younger than me, casually dressed, he looked up as the door opened and smiled, "oh good, you are in, I was just about to give up" he held up a parcel, "this arrived at mine, I think they must have mixed up our addresses, I'm 33 West Park Road and the address on the label is 33 West Park Mansions".
"Oh OK, thank you", I tried to reach through the narrow gap and keep my boner hidden behind the door.
"It's just that there was money to pay on it and I didn't notice the wrong address until after I'd paid" he looked apologetic, "I've got the receipt here" he held out a piece of paper.
"Oh. Right, OK, erm, hold on, I think I've got some cash.." I left the door and went to the hall table for my wallet. As I left the door it swung open a bit more.
"Sorry if it's a bad time" I heard behind me as the man pushed the door fully open and took a step inside.
There wasn't really much I could do, I stood there, naked except for my white briefs, a my still hard cock clearly visible and a little damp spot of precum soaking through.
"Well I was just erm, you know erm..."
"Yes I can see" the guy looked straight at my dick and for some reason that made it even harder.
"Sorry I interrupted. It looks like you were really having a good time" he looked me in the eye and then dropped his gaze to my dick again.
"Erm.. Yes, I was just..."
"I could help you out with that you know?" He looked back in my eyes.
"Oh I'm not, I've never..."
"There's always a first time" he smiled as he moved towards me and knelt down in front of me looking up.
"Well, I er..." I was struck dumb as he leant forward and I felt his warm breath on the bulge in the taut cotton fabric.
"If you don't like it we can always stop" he looked up, his mouth was open and inviting.
"It's not that... I've nothing against... It's just that..." I stammered.
He reached up to the waistband of my briefs and hooked his fingers in the waistband, his eyes fixed on mine the whole time. He started to pull them down and my dick was fully outlined as it fought to stay in. He pulled a little harder and my cock sprang out, I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this hard, probably not since my twenties.
He lowered my briefs to the floor and moved my feet to step out of them. His tongue was suddenly lapping at the head of my dick, I was so hard my foreskin was back and his tongue played around my piss slit and cockhead, then... "Fuck" I couldn't stop myself. He took my cock right into his mouth and I could feel his tongue working round my shaft, he was still looking me in the eye and I could see my dick getting wet with his saliva. He worked further and further down, it was...
Shit! The front door was still wide open. "The door" I croaked as best I could.
"Don't worry about that, leave it."
"I can't, someone might, ufff!"
He pushed forward and took my cock right down to the balls, it felt amazing.
He was getting into a rhythm, his tongue and lips working wonders, I was in a daze as his expert blowjob kept going.
I had dropped my head to watch as his mouth serviced my cock - now glistening with saliva and almost painful it was so hard. Then I looked up and realised there was someone in the corridor outside watching me get my cock sucked by another man.
I recognised the man outside the door as one of my neighbours from a couple of doors further along the corridor. We always said hello and made small talk if we were both waiting for the lift but I couldn't remember his name - Colin maybe? Yeah, I think it's Colin, mid forties, wife and one kid I think.
Colin was frozen to the spot, his eyes wide open and his face expressionless as my dick got worked over by the stranger on his knees in front of me. As he turned his head to run his tongue down the side of my shaft he noticed Colin stood by the door. He didn't even flinch and started putting on a show, making sure Colin could see how wet and hard my cock was and how deep he could suck it. Colin got to see everything, he just stared unblinking. That made me even more horny, no idea why.
I reached down, put my hands on his head and started thrusting my dick, I was getting close now. He just opened up and I felt the hot, wet warmth as my hardon pushed against the back of his throat and beyond.
He sucked hard then pulled back and ran the tip of his tongue round the underside of my helmet.
I started to get more aggressive and began face fucking him.
Colin stared.
The situation was so intense, the air was crackling with sex and it was getting too much, "I'm gonna cum."
The mouth kept up it's rhythm.
"Oh fuck!"
Just as I started shooting he pulled off and made sure both me and Colin saw my spunk shoot in his mouth and over his face, Shit! I hadn't cum that much in a while!
My cock was licked clean and my load swallowed then he stood up rubbing my cum into his skin.
I was still stark naked and rock hard as he leaned forward and gave me a little kiss on the lips.
He took something from his back pocket and put it on the hall table.
He walked out of the door and tucked something in Colin's shirt pocket.
He headed towards the stairs to the exit of the building.
I looked at Colin.
Colin looked at me.
I turned to pick up the item left on the hall table.
When I looked back, Colin had gone.
I paused a few seconds and heard Colin's front door open and then close behind him.
I went and closed my own front door, making sure I locked it.
A few deep breaths.
I looked at the item from the table. A card.
It said "text me" and a phone number followed.
Then I realised I hadn't given him the money for the parcel.
