I looked at the card in my hand as I walked into my bedroom, my head was in a whirl as I read the card again, "text me". My cock was still as hard as ever and images of watching a stranger, a man for fuck's sake! A man giving me the best blow job I ever got were running in front of my eyes.
I'd never done anything with another bloke. I never had any problem with people being gay, not since the school playground anyway, it just wasn't me. That fucking blow job though! My dick was telling me I wasn't done yet and I lay down on the bed and started stroking my rigid cock.
That mouth had been so wet and warm, he took my boner so deep, he obviously loved sucking cock. None of the women I had been with had been so into it, they seemed to do it just because they knew men liked it, not because they really wanted to.
I ran the whole thing through my head again, the memory of Colin watching me shoot my load in the guy's face was enough to bring a second eruption of spunk from my rock hard dick. When did I last cum twice so close together? Had I ever? I lay there getting my breath back and wiped up the mess with my briefs. I'm not sure if they will get washed or not.
I went and had a shower to cool down and lay back on my bed.
I fell asleep and dreamed of warm, wet, eager mouths.
The next day I looked at the card again, "text me". Should I? I did owe the guy nearly a tenner. Did I have the nerve, I knew where he lived after all, 33 West Park Road. Should I? Could I? Would I?
Despite my brain putting up objections, I already knew the answer to those questions.
"Hi. You brought my parcel round yesterday" I typed, "I forgot to give you the money I owe you."
SEND.
I'd done it. What now? What had I done? I could always just give him the money and then leave couldn't I? I knew that was a lie, I wanted another blow job.
"Hi", he had replied immediately. "It's really not important but you can bring the money any time. I'm home now if you want? You know the address I think."
Oh fuck. My dick was getting hard already. Come on, you're a grown man, you can do this.
"OK" I typed, "I'll be there in about an hour."
Oh fuck, I'll just put my cards on the table.
"Should I freshen up?" I added a second message.
PING "That would be nice, give yourself a good scrub down!"
I got in the shower and my cock was already rock hard. I soaped from top to bottom and turned the water to cold. It didn't help to subdue my boner.
West Park Road ran down from my building, it is a nice road, trees, well kept houses. There were some bigger red brick houses and some smaller cottages that I guess had been workmen's cottages back in the day. Number 33 was one of the smaller ones.
My heat was thumping as I rang the doorbell.
"Hi, come in. Nice to see you again."
He was wearing soft cotton shorts and a T-shirt. Smiling he held the door open and gestured for me to move inside.
"I never told you my name" he said, "my mouth was a bit too busy I think."
Oh fuck, the visions of him sucking me were back and I was hard as rock.
"I'm Tony" he introduced himself. He already knew my name from the parcel.
He shut the front door and led me into the sitting room. Small but very nicely decorated, comfortable and stylish at the same time.
"Sit yourself down" he moved to a cabinet next to the TV, "Drink?" he offered. The cabinet had the full range it seemed. "I've got pretty much everything I here, even ice!" He laughed as he pointed out a small ice-maker inside the cabinet. " I think I'll have a vodka, You?"
"Erm... I'd wouldn't mind a rum and coke if you've got it."
"Sure, white rum or dark?
"Dark please."
He poured the drinks and handed me mine.
"Just to take the edge off" he smiled, "you look terrified."
"I guess I am a bit."
"Don't worry, you're not locked in, you can leave any time you want. Would you prefer to go?
"No!" I was a bit more emphatic than I meant to be, "No, I'm fine", I took a large gulp of rum and it started to do it's work as I relaxed a bit.
"You're worried about doing gay stuff I suppose?" He looked at me questioningly.
"Well yes... and no,,, It's just that I'd never..."
"Never? Not even fooled around when you were a teenager?"
"No nothing" I replied.
"Did you enjoy your first experience?"
I laughed, "you know I did."
"Well is it still a problem?"
I looked at him, "I've thought about it a lot, I haven't really though about much else since... you know..."
"I sucked you off?"
"Yeah, that."
"I'm guessing you want more as you asked if you should freshen up." He raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell. I never gossip about my gentleman callers." He winked.
He knelt down and pushed my legs apart, My hard dick was clearly visible in my jeans. He undid my belt and unbuttoned the top button. He started to rub my cock through the denim and licked at the skin above the waistband of my briefs.
He moved away a bit then began undoing the laces on my trainers, he removed them and then my socks.
"This is much easier if you take these off..." He unzipped my fly.
"Yeah, OK", I was in a bit of a daze as I stood up and pushed my jeans and underwear down. I sat back down and pulled them off.
"That's better" he said as he pushed me back on the sofa, my cock standing rigid and already weeping a little pre-cum. Fuck I was so turned on!
He leant forward and started to gently lick my balls. I sighed and relaxed into it as he took one of my nuts into his mouth and ran his tongue around it. I was still worked up but it was just so good letting him softly lap at my balls and dig his tongue deep into the crease of my crotch.
He moved up a little and ran his tongue up the underside of my hard-on then teased the nerve endings on the bottom of my cock head.
All I could do was moan a little and spread my legs as wide as I could to give him access. I was in some sort of trance as he continued to lap up the length of my dick, then he was back to my balls, then his nose went up under my balls and his tongue was headed further south, toward my hole. He pushed my legs up a bit and...
"Oh fucking hell!" He started to lick at my hole, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced, no woman had ever done that to me.
He pushed his tongue in and kept swirling it round, back up to my balls, up the length of my cock and the back down, back to licking my hole.
I'd heard of rimming, even seen it in a couple of porn films, but I had no idea! Fuck this was an incredible feeling.
"Oh fuck that is amazing!" I reached down and pulled my cheeks apart to let him further in.
"You like that huh?" He looked up at me.
"Fuck yes" I said breathlessly.
"Turn over, kneel on the couch."
I turned over and rested my arms on the back of the sofa. I felt his hands on my cheeks and his hot breath as he started again, licking, digging his tongue into me. It was wet and hot, as he kept going my skin seemed to get more and more sensitive. I was groaning in pleasure like I never had before. I felt his hand reach between my legs and take hold of my cock.
"Don't" I said, "I don't want to cum yet." I was too near the edge.
He pulled my dick back and licked right down it then let go. Fuck that was close, I nearly shot too soon.
Again he wet my arse with his tongue and lapped round my nuts and hole. It was a little bit of Heaven.
I felt his finger running around my hole too. "Is he going to..." I wondered.
He gently pushed the tip of his finger into me, still licking and keeping it wet . More of his finger slid in, then it was right inside me. It didn't hurt, it felt good. I pushed back a bit and he began sliding his finger in and out. What was that? Was that my prostate? Something felt good inside. His finger stayed inside me and massaged gently. I'd heard of this too - fuck I'd been missing out on stuff for so many years! I pushed back again and wiggled a bit. He kept going and I loved it.
Then there were two.
Two of his fingers inside me and it still didn't hurt. Had I been lied to all these years about how it was so painful having anything to do with something up your arse? He twisted them round a bit and kept pushing them in and out.
"You OK?" He asked.
"More than OK" I pushed back again and let out a moan of pleasure.
He leant forward and whispered in my ear, "Good, I thought you were enjoying it by the way your cock is dripping."
I heard a little click and looked round to see Tony opening the lid of a bottle of lube. Was he going to fuck me? Was that a step too far? I had no idea and didn't care as the two lubed fingers slid back in.
Three! he had three fingers inside me!
Slippery and probing he worked my prostate and finger-fucked me harder.
Oh fuck this feeling was too much!
"I'm gonna cum!" I cried loudly.
He kept going.
"Oh fuck" I started to cum without even touching my cock. "Don't stop", I just kept cumming, arching my back and then pushing back hard onto his fingers.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I slowly came down from the peak and he gently took his fingers out.
My back sagged as I tried to recover still kneeling with my arse in the air. I felt him wipe a towel over to dry me up.
"You can sit back down you know" he laughed, "I'll get you another drink, I think you need it".
I went to turn round and saw the puddle of cum on the leather of the sofa. Fuck! Did all that come out of me? I didn't know I was capable!
"I'll get that" Tony took the towel and wiped up my lake of spunk.
I sat down and tried to get a grip on my breathing, waiting for my heart rate to slow down a bit.
"Something else new eh?" He asked as he put a fresh glass in my hand.
"You could say that" I half-smiled as I tried to get my head around what just happened.
"Safe to say you like getting rimmed" He sat himself down next to me and lightly slapped my leg.
"I never knew!" I looked at him.
"A lot of men don't, shame they have to miss out eh?"
"I'll say!" I felt a warmth in my hole as I sat there drinking far too fast but weirdly relaxed.
Tony turned toward me, "You OK? Feeling conflicted? Here, I'll top us up," He took my glass and went over to the cabinet. "Alcohol isn't necessary, but it does help to lower inhibitions."
"You know what?" I watched him pour the drinks, "I don't think I am conflicted, I think I'm a bit angry."
"With me?" Tony looked at me a bit startled.
"No, not with you, not with you at all. I'm angry that I'm fifty-nine years old and have missed out on so much. All my life it was so wrong to be play with your arse or be queer - sorry."
"Queer is OK" he smiled, we use it ourselves these days.
"OK, sorry, I mean, oh fuck it. All that 'backs to the wall lads' and 'don't drop the soap' shit. I mean, I said it myself when I was a kid, before I grew up a bit and had some gay friends. I'm sorry." I looked at him as he smiled at me.
"Don't worry, the world moved on, at least it did, I'm not sure which way it's headed at the moment..."
"Yeah, I know." I took another swig of my drink, " I suppose I'd best get dressed and head home."
"You don't think we're done yet do you?" Tony asked.
"Well I've, you know..."
"Give it a bit and we'll see what else is new for you."
I knew I wanted more but said, "I'm not sure I could cum again."
"Fuck off" Tony laughed, "I bet you had a wank after I sucked you off the other day."
"There is that." I smiled.
"Well just sit there and relax before round two"
I decided that after a bit of a rest, round two sounded like a fucking good idea, "OK" I said.
