Help the Aged

Back in my early days of cottaging, I was not fully aware of certain signs and etiquette inside the public toilets that indicated someone was ‘up for it’. These could be someone coughing or sniffing a certain amount of times, tapping of the feet, or just giving a certain look that gave the game away. It could be risky if you were to proposition the wrong guy, and bear in mind it was still a criminal offence to engage in lewd behaviour, never mind the fact you were squirrelled away inside a locked cubicle. I never had to learn any of these secret codes and signs, as the guys I’d engage in sordid cock fun were just so openly blatant about it. Whether stood at the urinals and just obviously staring at other guys todgers, or inside a locked stall making it perfectly clear to anyone within earshot that they were playing with themselves! There really was nothing subtle about the old pervs at my local public conveniences and their behaviour when seeking cock.

My favourite regular guy I used to spend many a weekend locked away in a cubicle together with, was the horny old man in his seventies who had the most wonderful penis I had ever laid eyes upon. He thoroughly enjoyed playing with my knob, but he had such expert hands, which wandered all around my body, getting me so aroused and turned on, that I could barely last a minute or two once he grabbed a hold of my prick! If he was standing at the urinals, my heart always skipped a beat, and my manhood would immediately swell. He’d feel me up at the stainless steel trough, then we would retreat to a stall, where I would get to suck on his impressive member for a few minutes, but he would always ensure he never came, before expertly drawing yet another load out of me. Afterwards, I’d hastily depart, ashamed that I’d succumbed to his charms yet again. Mind you, there was plenty of DNA evidence left behind to indicate I’d had a wonderful time!

However, one weekend went completely differently to the usual pattern. I entered the convenience one fine summer’s day, and was delighted to see my wonderful older friend stood by himself at the urinal. He looked over his shoulder as I entered, and his face beamed, his hand clearly working his ample member. I stood beside him, and quickly released my rapidly hardening cock from the confines of my own clothing, which was swiftly encased by the big hand of my elderly friend and brought to full arousal in seconds. I reached across for his own substantial tool, and slowly worked my hand up and down his semi erect manhood, feeling it slowly throb and expand under my touch. For a minute or so, we were stood side by side, slowly wanking each other’s cocks, the danger of being caught incredibly thrilling and terrifying, also. Finally, the fear and nerves overrode the excitement.

‘Do you want to go inside a cubicle?’ I asked my aged companion, which would have already occurred under normal circumstances.

‘No. I’ve got a better idea. Follow me.’ he replied.

We both put away our excited pricks into our trousers, and he led the way. Intrigued, I followed. This was certainly out of the blue, and we departed the toilet block, walking onto the main thoroughfare of the town. The market town was always busy on a Saturday, and it took a while for a gap in the traffic for us to cross the street. All the while, I wondered what he may have in store for me. A short journey of no more than a hundred yards up the opposite side of the street, and we took a sharp left turn, and within a few steps appeared at the entrance to a large set of apartments. He produced a key, and we entered into a featureless foyer, before ascending a flight of stairs and travelling along an equally featureless corridor, decorated in magnolia and an industrial strength carpet in a shade of earthy brown underfoot. About three doors down, he stopped and produced another key, and opened up the door to an empty flat. I was ushered inside, and went to look through the big windows in the living room, staring down at the shoppers and traffic passing below obliviously.

‘Where are we?’ I asked.

‘It’s my old flat. It’s up for sale, but I’ve still got a key,’ he informed me.

And with that, he unzipped his flies and took out his lovely big cock. Well, I was quick to get my hands on his glorious tool, and was slowly rubbing his engorging penis. His own hand was rubbing my quickly stiffening cock over the material of my trousers, and I sensed he wanted to get his hands on my member, too. I quickly lowered both my pants and underwear to my ankles, before removing my top. At this point in time, my nipples were swollen and puffy, probably due to a hormonal imbalance, and this drove quite a few of the guys wild. My elderly friend couldn’t resist, and his head moved in to gently suck and nuzzle on my swollen pink protrusions. Although a lot of the guys loved sucking on my tits, it did nothing for me sexually. I much preferred to have them forcibly tweaked, causing my swollen penis to twitch in response. As he sucked and slurped on my nips, his own hand was wrapped around his slowly expanding cock, masturbating rhythmically, and I closed my eyes and savoured the sensations.

After a minute or so of him sucking on my chest, he came up, and I was terrified that he was coming in for a kiss. He had tried to kiss me once before, and I recoiled in terror. I would happily put his cock in my mouth, but I was repulsed by a kiss. I think he belatedly remembered what had occurred previously, and stopped himself, taking a step backwards. My eyes wandered down to his magnificent prick, proudly poking out of his flies, the pale pink and blue tip peeping halfway out of it’s retreating foreskin, looking so inviting and delicious. I sunk to my knees, and grasped the shaft with my left hand, gently rolling back the excess skin to reveal his large, shining, swollen glans. I first placed a gentle peck on the head of his cock, before lapping all around that big helmet, spending time on the ridge of his tip. My fingers wandered inside his trousers, searching for his large balls to fondle and caress, but his underwear was too intrusive. He removed his cock from my mouth, and undid his trousers, letting them slip to his knees, before lowering his underwear, also. I was now treated to the sight of his large, aged cock in all of it’s senior splendour.

Although his legs were thin, and his thighs had been left with stretch-marks from when he had better muscle definition as a younger man, his big manhood and low swinging scrotum looked magnificent, surrounded in a wispy trail of grey pubic hairs, sticking out at a right angle to his slender frame. He shuffled forward, and I continued my oral appreciation of his wonderful prick. As I sucked and slurped, bobbed my head up and down his long length, he gently caressed the back of my head and neck with his big, gnarled mitts, causing delightful tingles to travel down my spine. My own cock was throbbing between my legs, highly turned on by pleasuring his big tool. I remembered how my companion liked to touch me, and I sought out his perineum and softly brushed it with my fingertips. I felt his prick jump and twitch in my mouth as I did so.

‘Who taught you that trick?’ he jokingly enquired, knowing fine well that it was one of his signature moves that would have me cumming in moments!

For some reason, I felt emboldened, and decided to stick a finger in his backside. I know he wanted me to fuck him on more than one occasion, but I just never found the sight of his bony bottom in any way appealing, and quickly lost an erection looking at his worn out rusty star. However, I found that my finger had plenty of room in there, and so I inserted my middle finger, too. His cock seemed to stiffen and harden further as I slowly teased his backdoor with my digits, and his breathing quickened. With my right hand playing with his arsehole, and my left wanking his shaft as I sucked on the tip of his manhood, he rocked his elderly body, forcing ever more of his cock into my mouth. I had never seen him cum before, but here I was about to receive a load straight from the tap. For a few minutes, I fingered his arse as I gobbled on his nine inches of meat, before the rate of his breathing and moaning became more pronounced, and I knew we were near.

‘Oh, God! I think I’m cumming..!’

His elderly body jerked and went into spasm, and my mouth was flooded with salty and bitter tasting cum, pulsing from the tip of his large, gleaming glans. Pulse after pulse flowed, and I greedily swallowed his oozing load. As I swallowed one mouthful, it was replaced by another salty offering. I tightly grasped his shaft and removed my fingers from his cavernous rectum, drawing the last few dribbles of his love juices from his tip. However, I think he suffered with his member now being sensitive, and he recoiled from my greedy hunger for his seed, panting, his glistening member reddened and sated. He leaned down to raise both his underwear and trousers.

‘Your turn now!’ he said, trying to catch his breath.

I stood, my knees reddened from the rough carpet, and he grasped my fully hardened cock. Without a word, I was led by the prick to a room off to the right, shuffling with my trousers and underwear around my ankles. The room was a modest blue tiled bathroom; a bit old, but clean and functional. I was led, like a bull with his nose-ring, till my swollen member was pointing over the bath and shower combo. Experience had told my elderly companion that I was a bit of a squirter when I climaxed, shooting several feet into the air. And so his hands wandered once more around my body. We started with my buttocks, before he switched the attention to my taint, smiling as he watched my member jump and twitch, as his big fingers teased my erectile tissue hiding beneath the surface. And then he had his hand around my cock, standing to my left hand side, his right hand working it’s way expertly around my tool, my body already tingling in sheer ecstasy and pleasure. I’d love to say that I lasted longer in this unhurried and relaxed setting, but the skilful old goat managed to make me cum just as quickly as he usually did. I splattered his bathroom tiles with my seed, and was handed a piece of toilet roll to clean the tip of my prick so that my helmet wasn’t stuck to the insides of my boxers!

After cleaning myself up, and dressing, I was escorted out of the building by my aged friend, who returned inside to clean up the remnants of my orgasm oozing down the tiles. I would have one more meeting with this wonderful man, locked away in a cubicle once again.