I sat in my car, my whole body shaking. I grabbed the steering wheel to stop my hands from trembling. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, hard and fast. How could I have done what I had just did? Was I that desperate? That hungry for dick? Me? The successful single 52 year-old man?
I never married but I stayed in the closet maintaining a discrete gay life, mostly on the down low. I never took chances with other men or sustained a long relationship with any. I needed to protect my reputation and my position. But now? I did that? Here?
I ran the events in my mind, and my body kept shaking as I brought back what I would have thought impossible to have happened. I had woken up with a morning bone, as usual. I had showered and jacked off, sad at the thought that I hadn't had sex since the pandemic started some ten or eleven months ago. I knew that it wasn't wise to have sex with someone and run the risk of catching the virus. This was an important part of my life: being careful and not taking risks.
I had lingered over breakfast and coffee, enjoying my Saturday morning. Needing to get some bread, I donned sweatpants and a loose sweatshirt, put on my facemask, and drove the couple of blocks to the local bakery, one of the few places that were open under the lockdown.
Picking up a loaf of bread and a bag of biscuits, I had stood in line to pay. There was a woman ahead of me with piles of all kinds of bread and stuff, but I waited patiently keeping a safe distance. The bakery door opened and in walked this very tall, very slender, very young-looking guy, wearing a hood and low-hanging jeans. I automatically glanced down at the crotch, a habit of mine to check crotches, and my eyes had frozen.
Outlined in the tight jeans was what seemed like a large banana stretching the denim fabric sideways. I couldn't remove my eyes as the young guy walked in and towards me. When I looked up, I saw his eyes staring at me. I thought I had noticed a smirk under his facemask and his dark brown eyes glinted with a kind of mischievous look, apparently noticing the way I had stared at his crotch.
Then he had winked at me and crossed over into the store. My heart had skipped a beat at the wink. Had it really been a wink? Or had I imagined it to be so? Had my sex-starved mind been playing tricks on me?
As the woman started to count out cash for her purchases, I had felt a breath at the side of my neck, and before I could turn around, I heard a gruff whisper in my ear: "I will let you play with it for a 20, old man."
Had I heard right? Let me play with it? It? His "banana"? The cheek of this guy. And how had he known? So ok, I had stared a bit too long at his crotch. I mean he was packing. Big!
Starting to feel my body shake, I had turned around. The guy had stepped back, still facing me, and gave me another wink. Then, he had turned and sauntered towards the back of the bakery to where the toilets were. My mind was screaming at me to hold back, but my feet, as if moving on their own, had headed behind the kid into the toilet, driven by some unseen magnetic force that I couldn't resist. The door locked. The kid had leaned his tall lanky body against the sink, thrusting his pelvis forward, his outlined dick bulging.
"Go ahead, old man. Take it out and play with it."
No hesitation. I had immediately undone the couple of buttons and fished out the monster cock after I handed out a 20 and placed it on the sink shelf. I had watched in a daze as the young cock hardened inside my fist, throbbed, thickened. My estimation? The fucking cock must have been longer than 9 inched. Maybe 10 or 11. And thick. And veined. Cut with bulbous knob, more pinkish than the rest of the rod.
"Another 20 and you can suck it," the kid whispered cheekily.
Another 20 had joined the first. Pulling away my facemask. Dropping onto my knees. Stretching my jaws. Taking the cock knob in. From far away, I had heard my muffled moans as I swallowed.
Had it been a minute or ten or twenty? With no warning, the guy pulled out and stuffed his hard dick back into his jeans. I looked up to see if I had bit into his dick as I was sucking on it. There decidedly was a smirk on his face, now that his mask was off, revealing a light beard, full masculine jaw and lips, flared nostrils.
"The extra 20 doesn't include my sperm, old man."
By then, I was totally lost. No reason. No caution. No discretion. I needed that huge boy cock so bad. I fished out a 50. The cock popped back out. The guy held my head and thrust. He fucked my face hard. He exploded down my gagging throat. There was no warning except the thickening of the shaft and the sudden hit of squirts at the back of my mouth and down my throat. It had been such a long time since I took cock that the ejaculation had hit me by surprise, making me swallow the cum as it shot over and over inside my hungry mouth.
"Hot fucking old cocksucker, dude," the guy had snickered as he sauntered out of the toilet, leaving me totally dazed, sore jaws and salt-and-pepper trimmed beard covered with semen, on my knees, smacking my lips.
I had rushed out of the bakery without picking up the bread and biscuits.
