"I will be home after the game." I called to my wife Bianca as I walked out the front door of our house, it latching behind me as I headed towards the car to head to my weekly drink at the local tavern as I watched the football on the big screen... well that had been what I was doing up until just a couple weeks ago when I instead when to my mate Rogers house and everything changed.
Two weeks ago, Roger, a man late 40s in age and divorced from his wife, invited me back to his unit which was a small wander from the tavern we both attended for a couple of alcoholic beverages while watching the football on the big screen.
During that first meeting he had confided in me that it had been a long time since he had any sort of sexual intercourse with anyone, and that he had started to wonder what it was like to get blown by another guy -- little did he know I had been a closeted cock sucker for a couple years by this time and so I ended up doing what I do best. I got on my knees, and I sucked his cock.
Last week upon arriving for our weekly football hangout he had me on my knees the moment I walked in his doorway, he was so turned on he used my throat like his personal flesh light -- put there for the purpose of his use. During our encounter as we maneuvered around so he could get the best angle, so he could drive himself into my throat deeper, he had my head banging against the wall.
It turned out that wall was a shared wall with his neighbors, an elderly couple Dorothy and Albert. Albert was in his late 70s and my head banging on the wall had made him think something was wrong in Roger's apartment unit and he had come to investigate.
Following some detective work the truth came out, and to cut a long story short, I sucked him while his wife was asleep in the apartment next door.
This leads us to our current football hangout night, the third week in a row that I'd be heading to Rogers unit, and following the escalation that was last weeks encounter and the heightened sexual drive Roger had between the first and second encounters, I was a little worried about what lay ahead for me that night.
Roger was not waiting for me at the carpark of the Tavern, as he had the week prior, we had been messaging through the week and it was arranged I'd park and head straight to his apartment. Upon exiting the car, I did just that, greeted at the door by a smiling Roger after I had knocked.
"Richard, come in please" he said motioning me inside the threshold and towards the hallway that led to his living room.
"You remember Albert?" he asked, knowing full well I did, as we rounded the corner into the living room where the 78-year-old neighbor was sitting on one of the couches Roger had in his unit.
"Off course I do," I said as I smiled at Albert, a grin -- almost replicating relief -- growing on his face as he saw us enter the room.
"Richard, you're here!" he exclaimed, before patting the cushion located next to him, "here come have a seat."
One thing I had learned over my years as a closeted cock sucker was that older men turned me on, it seemed I became sluttier the older a person was. Which explained why I did exactly what was suggested and sat next to Albert on the couch.
Immediately upon sitting I could smell not just the aftershave that Albert had on, but that certain smell older people get, it was intoxicating, it was erotic, and it was turning me on. I glanced towards the shorts Albert was wearing and could immediately see the bulge in them -- it was obvious he had been waiting for this moment to come again. Glancing at his face I could see he was watching me; he had seen me looking, and he seemed a lot more comfortable with the idea than last week.
I turned my head and looked at Roger, he had the same grin on his face, giving the same impression as his neighbor, that they had been looking forward to this moment to come again.
Reaching my hand out I started to rub Alberts manhood through his shorts, he immediately closed his eyes and rolled his head backwards on the head rest of the couch, a soft moan escaping his lips. I started to rub harder through the fabric... until Roger spoke up.
"Oh Richard. Stop." I did as I was instructed and looked at Roger a little worried.