When Lust Comes To The Surface And The Other Man Is Willing

I met him at Walmart, in the tool section. He was looking for a tool and I told him I had one. We went to my place, searched the garage, and then went to his place to fix what needed fixing. It was after the old truck was back and running that we went inside to get a beer and put a game on. Two old farts, having something to do.

He stood up from the recliner and headed to the bathroom, he left the door open and unzipped and took his dick out. I could see him clearly in the mirror, how he shook his dick and pulled on it before putting it back in his jeans. He sat there in the recliner and I couldn't keep my eyes off.

He stood in front of me, with nothing on, only his t-shirt. His dick hanging, in front of me, waiting, in front of me. His fingers twisting his nipples. Overcome I closed my eyes and leaned forward and let his dick rub against my face, before taking his dick in my fingers and guiding it into my mouth. I love to suck on a soft dick, later when he's hard I want to yank it and force his cum out, but at first his dick is soft and pliable and I can twist my tongue around it and feel his hips move.

It was later and the sex was over and I was laying on my back in his room, and he was standing, no t-shirt, just that big man belly and his dick under him. My type of man, I love a big man, with a beer belly and a two day beard. I love knowing that I'm going home with his cum in me. It is pure and simple, a successful afternoon in retirement.