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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 35
The Cafe
After my divorce I took a security job working the graveyard shift to have peace and quiet and collect my thoughts. When my shift was over I would drive home and grab a coffee at a cafe in my neighborhood then stay up for a few hours.
There was a park nearby where I would sip my coffee. Often nearby there was this middleaged guy smoking and having his coffee on a bench within sight. I guess he was a regular too.At first we never exchanged words then a few months ago we had our first conversation. He was a short slimmer guy with a scraggly beard. He was not working and on some form of disability. He liked to chat and we started conversing from this point further.
My ex wife had convinced me to quit smoking but seeing him smoke triggered my cravings for a cigarette. One morning I broke down and bummed one off him. The relief and pleasure I felt smoking again relaxed me. I finished my cigarette and the guy asked me if I would like to walk a little ways to look ar the swans in a big pond at the edge of the park. I thought why not and walked with him. We got to the pond and there was no one around. There were lots of bushes and trees around so quite secluded. He knew I was divorced from a previous chat and standing beside me asked what I did for company. I told him I had disconnected from a lot of people after my marriage broke down and my shift made it hard to meet folks.
He looked at me and said I must be lonely like him. I guess so I replied. His hand reached out and rested on my shoulder. I don't know why but his touch felt good. His hand slowly rubbed my neck. Seeing I did not say anything or move his hand away he got bolder. His hand now went further down and rubbed my leg. My cock stirred in my pants and horny thoughts entered my brain. His hand eventually found my bulge and rubbed that. I moaned softly as he unzipped me and reached in. He pulled out my now stiff cock and milked it. I ended up spurting a big load into the water. He made surecI was milked dry then pulled out his cock. He was hard and not long after he jerked a similar load into the water. I felt a sense of relief and satisfaction. He asked me if I enjoyed it and I said yes. We chatted awhile and I felt much less lonely.
This began a series of encounters at the pond with him. He would masturbate me there then himself. I got more and more used to the sex with him. One morning I drove him back to my place as I was increasingly worried we would get caught and he blew me for the first time in my living room. I loved the blowjob. Things went much further after this. We began going to my bedroom and got naked together. Kissing led to mutual oral and a cigarette after. This is how he became my lover.
There was a park nearby where I would sip my coffee. Often nearby there was this middleaged guy smoking and having his coffee on a bench within sight. I guess he was a regular too.At first we never exchanged words then a few months ago we had our first conversation. He was a short slimmer guy with a scraggly beard. He was not working and on some form of disability. He liked to chat and we started conversing from this point further.
My ex wife had convinced me to quit smoking but seeing him smoke triggered my cravings for a cigarette. One morning I broke down and bummed one off him. The relief and pleasure I felt smoking again relaxed me. I finished my cigarette and the guy asked me if I would like to walk a little ways to look ar the swans in a big pond at the edge of the park. I thought why not and walked with him. We got to the pond and there was no one around. There were lots of bushes and trees around so quite secluded. He knew I was divorced from a previous chat and standing beside me asked what I did for company. I told him I had disconnected from a lot of people after my marriage broke down and my shift made it hard to meet folks.
He looked at me and said I must be lonely like him. I guess so I replied. His hand reached out and rested on my shoulder. I don't know why but his touch felt good. His hand slowly rubbed my neck. Seeing I did not say anything or move his hand away he got bolder. His hand now went further down and rubbed my leg. My cock stirred in my pants and horny thoughts entered my brain. His hand eventually found my bulge and rubbed that. I moaned softly as he unzipped me and reached in. He pulled out my now stiff cock and milked it. I ended up spurting a big load into the water. He made surecI was milked dry then pulled out his cock. He was hard and not long after he jerked a similar load into the water. I felt a sense of relief and satisfaction. He asked me if I enjoyed it and I said yes. We chatted awhile and I felt much less lonely.
This began a series of encounters at the pond with him. He would masturbate me there then himself. I got more and more used to the sex with him. One morning I drove him back to my place as I was increasingly worried we would get caught and he blew me for the first time in my living room. I loved the blowjob. Things went much further after this. We began going to my bedroom and got naked together. Kissing led to mutual oral and a cigarette after. This is how he became my lover.
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