Lameya and her gentleman
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Having had my first taste of cock, I was hooked. I hung around the toilets virtually every weekend, hoping for another encounter, my own prick in a state of semi arousal just upon entering the convenience! I hadn't acquainted myself to the cottaging etiquette of coughs, sniffs or foot tapping, but my hearing and other senses were heightened as I sat in a cubicle, highly aroused and waiting for an indication that there was a possible forbidden encounter on the opposite side of the graffiti covered door. And that was another appealing aspect of the cottaging; it was against the law, and I found that such a thrill and aphrodisiac. If I was ever caught with another man in a compromising situation, my reputation and career prospects would be shattered, let alone the public outing and family shame! And yet I was drawn like a moth to the flame, looking for that excitement...
Well, one sunny Spring weekend, I paid my usual visit to the site of my first sexual experience. The place was deserted, so I decided upon my choice of cubicle, and took up residence. I started to read the illicit messages and admire the artwork daubed on the door and the walls, and my semi aroused member quickly became fully engorged. I hadn't been there long before I heard someone enter the premises, and was stopped mid stroke of my slow masturbation as they tried the locked door of my cubicle. Upon finding it locked, they then went next door. My senses were highly attuned, as I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his flies, but I never heard a stream of piss or the splash of a turd hitting the water. I did, however, hear the unmistakable sound of him slapping his cock against his hand, filling up the whole room with the noise. There was nothing subtle about this sign that he was after some cock fun!
My heart rate increased, and I quickly put away my hard prick inside my underwear and buttoned up my jeans. I unbolted my door, and excitedly stood opposite his locked cubicle. I gently knocked at the old door.
'Do you need a hand with that?' I softly enquired.
The bolt immediately shifted and the door was boldly thrown aside to reveal a very elderly gent of at least 70 years of age, immaculately dressed, apart from the fact that his cock and balls were pushed out of the front of his unbuttoned and unzipped trousers! A smile crossed his lips as he looked me up and down, and he replied, 'Of course, son. Come in.'
I squeezed into the confines of the cubicle with him, my senses filled with the scent of 'Brylcreem' and 'Old Spice' aftershave. I took in the sight of this tall, well presented gentleman, with a kindly, somewhat androgynous face. His hands were big, and well manicured. His skin was awfully pale, though. A hint of grey and blue seemed to dance around his features. And then there was that lovely cock resting on top of his balls as they were forced out of his trousers, surrounded in grey pubic hair. Uncut, sizeable, and unblemished. Not a mark on it.
'Go on, then. Get your cock out!' he said, breaking my trance-like state as I admired his penis.
Blushing slightly, I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them to the floor, along with my underwear, revealing my hard cock for my elderly companion.
'Ooh, that's a lovely one!' he complimented me as his hand quickly came out to encase it and slowly wank it.
I decided to return the compliment and went for his own member, visibly becoming aroused. I delighted in it's warmth between my fingers, and felt the silky softness of his manhood.
'I'll take it out for you.' he whispered gently.
He slid his trousers down to the floor, revealing his white Y-fronts pushing his scrotum up and out below his prick. He then lowered his underwear downwards to reveal a low hanging sac, and showing his genitals in all their glory. Once more I reached out for his cock, still becoming aroused, and I rolled down the remainder of his peeling foreskin to reveal his pale, blue tinged tip. I couldn't resist, and leaned over and took it between my lips, swirling my tongue all around that big head. He gasped in astonishment. And then he moaned, stroking the back of my head and neck, sending tingles all the way down my spine with those big, gentle hands.
'You like that, don't you?' he softly spake.
'You have one hell of a cock!' I replied, after taking his now fully aroused penis from my mouth.
And looking down now, I could see what a beautiful cock it was. He must have been 9” in length, and a nice girth to it, as well. My hand was quickly wrapped around it, slowly rubbing this big lump of meat.
'Let's do something about your cock!' he said. I was about to receive my first sexual education in how a man likes to be touched...
His left hand came out and softly stroked the back of my neck, and once more the tingles went down my spine. His right hand softly grasped my prick, and he slowly rubbed it. His left hand then came from my neck, and rested atop of my buttocks, slowly caressing my lumber and switching to caress my cheeks of my bottom. My whole lower body was aflame. His right hand gently caressed my scrotum with his beautifully manicured fingertips, before slipping behind to caress my perineum, stroking my erectile tissue and making my cock jump and twitch! I was now putty in his hands. I'd stopped playing with his cock. I was in total ecstasy as this older gent expertly fondled and stroked me. I closed my eyes and savoured the sensations racing around my inexperienced body. I got a bit of a shock as his hands wandered up the front of my torso, and sharply tweaked my nipples, but the way my cock jumped and twitched, I apparently enjoyed that too! And then his hand was around my cock again, but this time with a firmer grip.
He started slowly at first, but started building up a quicker rhythm. All too quickly I felt my balls tingle and tighten, and my breathing became deep and erratic.
'Fuck! I'm going to cum..!' I just about managed to blurt out as the first shot of spunk splattered against the back of the stall.
Almost in an air of panic, my companion hurriedly tried to get out of the way of my ejaculating member, aiming my cock towards the opposite wall of the cubicle. He wasn't quite successful, as I'd deposited a couple of sizeable globules of cum onto his overcoat! Still, he masturbated me, until there was nothing but a stubborn drop left on the tip of my prick. I had to physically remove his hand, the tip of my cock now super sensitive.
And there I was in the afterglow and aftermath of my intense orgasm! And the first things to race through my young mind were the guilt and shame of what I had just done. My companion was almost in a state of shell-shock, looking at all the cum I'd deposited on the walls and floor, then noticing the sticky present I'd inadvertently shot onto his overcoat.
'Oh, look what you've done!' he admonished me, reaching for toilet roll to wipe off my spunk. He handed me a few strips and I tentatively wiped the remainder from my still hard cock. I was out of breath, and had an overwhelming urge to leave. I quickly pulled up my underwear and jeans, apologized to my elderly companion for my young misdemeanour, and left the building.
Ah, the impudence of youth... But from that point on, I developed a penchant for the lover of more advanced years. The things my older friend had done for me was show me that older guys could be sexy too, and they had a lifetime of sexual experience behind them.
Well, one sunny Spring weekend, I paid my usual visit to the site of my first sexual experience. The place was deserted, so I decided upon my choice of cubicle, and took up residence. I started to read the illicit messages and admire the artwork daubed on the door and the walls, and my semi aroused member quickly became fully engorged. I hadn't been there long before I heard someone enter the premises, and was stopped mid stroke of my slow masturbation as they tried the locked door of my cubicle. Upon finding it locked, they then went next door. My senses were highly attuned, as I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his flies, but I never heard a stream of piss or the splash of a turd hitting the water. I did, however, hear the unmistakable sound of him slapping his cock against his hand, filling up the whole room with the noise. There was nothing subtle about this sign that he was after some cock fun!
My heart rate increased, and I quickly put away my hard prick inside my underwear and buttoned up my jeans. I unbolted my door, and excitedly stood opposite his locked cubicle. I gently knocked at the old door.
'Do you need a hand with that?' I softly enquired.
The bolt immediately shifted and the door was boldly thrown aside to reveal a very elderly gent of at least 70 years of age, immaculately dressed, apart from the fact that his cock and balls were pushed out of the front of his unbuttoned and unzipped trousers! A smile crossed his lips as he looked me up and down, and he replied, 'Of course, son. Come in.'
I squeezed into the confines of the cubicle with him, my senses filled with the scent of 'Brylcreem' and 'Old Spice' aftershave. I took in the sight of this tall, well presented gentleman, with a kindly, somewhat androgynous face. His hands were big, and well manicured. His skin was awfully pale, though. A hint of grey and blue seemed to dance around his features. And then there was that lovely cock resting on top of his balls as they were forced out of his trousers, surrounded in grey pubic hair. Uncut, sizeable, and unblemished. Not a mark on it.
'Go on, then. Get your cock out!' he said, breaking my trance-like state as I admired his penis.
Blushing slightly, I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them to the floor, along with my underwear, revealing my hard cock for my elderly companion.
'Ooh, that's a lovely one!' he complimented me as his hand quickly came out to encase it and slowly wank it.
I decided to return the compliment and went for his own member, visibly becoming aroused. I delighted in it's warmth between my fingers, and felt the silky softness of his manhood.
'I'll take it out for you.' he whispered gently.
He slid his trousers down to the floor, revealing his white Y-fronts pushing his scrotum up and out below his prick. He then lowered his underwear downwards to reveal a low hanging sac, and showing his genitals in all their glory. Once more I reached out for his cock, still becoming aroused, and I rolled down the remainder of his peeling foreskin to reveal his pale, blue tinged tip. I couldn't resist, and leaned over and took it between my lips, swirling my tongue all around that big head. He gasped in astonishment. And then he moaned, stroking the back of my head and neck, sending tingles all the way down my spine with those big, gentle hands.
'You like that, don't you?' he softly spake.
'You have one hell of a cock!' I replied, after taking his now fully aroused penis from my mouth.
And looking down now, I could see what a beautiful cock it was. He must have been 9” in length, and a nice girth to it, as well. My hand was quickly wrapped around it, slowly rubbing this big lump of meat.
'Let's do something about your cock!' he said. I was about to receive my first sexual education in how a man likes to be touched...
His left hand came out and softly stroked the back of my neck, and once more the tingles went down my spine. His right hand softly grasped my prick, and he slowly rubbed it. His left hand then came from my neck, and rested atop of my buttocks, slowly caressing my lumber and switching to caress my cheeks of my bottom. My whole lower body was aflame. His right hand gently caressed my scrotum with his beautifully manicured fingertips, before slipping behind to caress my perineum, stroking my erectile tissue and making my cock jump and twitch! I was now putty in his hands. I'd stopped playing with his cock. I was in total ecstasy as this older gent expertly fondled and stroked me. I closed my eyes and savoured the sensations racing around my inexperienced body. I got a bit of a shock as his hands wandered up the front of my torso, and sharply tweaked my nipples, but the way my cock jumped and twitched, I apparently enjoyed that too! And then his hand was around my cock again, but this time with a firmer grip.
He started slowly at first, but started building up a quicker rhythm. All too quickly I felt my balls tingle and tighten, and my breathing became deep and erratic.
'Fuck! I'm going to cum..!' I just about managed to blurt out as the first shot of spunk splattered against the back of the stall.
Almost in an air of panic, my companion hurriedly tried to get out of the way of my ejaculating member, aiming my cock towards the opposite wall of the cubicle. He wasn't quite successful, as I'd deposited a couple of sizeable globules of cum onto his overcoat! Still, he masturbated me, until there was nothing but a stubborn drop left on the tip of my prick. I had to physically remove his hand, the tip of my cock now super sensitive.
And there I was in the afterglow and aftermath of my intense orgasm! And the first things to race through my young mind were the guilt and shame of what I had just done. My companion was almost in a state of shell-shock, looking at all the cum I'd deposited on the walls and floor, then noticing the sticky present I'd inadvertently shot onto his overcoat.
'Oh, look what you've done!' he admonished me, reaching for toilet roll to wipe off my spunk. He handed me a few strips and I tentatively wiped the remainder from my still hard cock. I was out of breath, and had an overwhelming urge to leave. I quickly pulled up my underwear and jeans, apologized to my elderly companion for my young misdemeanour, and left the building.
Ah, the impudence of youth... But from that point on, I developed a penchant for the lover of more advanced years. The things my older friend had done for me was show me that older guys could be sexy too, and they had a lifetime of sexual experience behind them.
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