It's a while since I wrote about my meetings with Tom, a 50 something widower who shared my particular tastes in music but also got me so horny that I just wanted to spend more time with him. The trouble was that I was 25 and happily married to a beautiful woman! The last story finished up with a wonderful session of 69 at the culmination of which Tom swallowed my explosion of cum but, because of my nervousness, he came over my face and then kissed and licked my as we shared his cream. The other thing we had in common was our strange liking for tucking shirts in underpants. Mine started at school from looking at a teacher who quite often displayed his waistband in the classroom. My interest always seemed to be in older men, never in boys of my own age, and none of us tucked our shirts in anyway. To my amazement I found that Tom not only tucked his shirt in his briefs but also was turned on by it like me.
At our last meeting we had agreed to meet up again in a couple of weeks. Once again I was very concerned about my wife but had been encouraged when Tom said he had had occasional sex with men during his marriage and that his wife had never appeared to find out. Nevertheless I did not want to hurt her and knew that I needed to take great care. I felt I could trust Tom which was the most important thing. So I texted him and we decided to meet at a lunchtime rather than take up a whole evening.
I was away working for a couple of days after we had made the arrangement and stayed in a Travelodge. During the evening I lay in my bedroom in just my shirt and briefs and had a great wank thinking about what Tom and I had done and what we might do next time. When I had finished work the next day I was walking back to my car and passed a public toilet. I remembered Tom had said he had some encounters with men in them and I suddenly had the urge to go in and see what it was like. I was in a town well away from home so didn't really know anyone. I didn't expect anyone would be in there anyway, and certainly not for what I was looking for.
The toilet had two cubicles and three urinals and they were all empty when I went in. I nearly turned round and went out again but eventually stood at the urinal next to the far wall and took out my cock. I managed to piss a little but was just finishing when an older guy, must have been in his 60s, came in and stood at the third stall leaving a space between us. I knew I could not piss any more so I just held on to my cock and looked down at it but watched what the guy was doing out of the corner of my eye. He unzipped and pulled his cock out of his jeans and pissed. But when he had finished he made no effort to put his cock away and gently started to stroke it. This of course started to get me hard and I just couldn't help doing the same. After a few moments he turned and smiled and I smiled back as he stepped back a short distance to give me a better look at his uncut cock, about 5 inches long.
By this time I was too horny to stop, though I still kept listening and glancing at the entrance anxious that someone might come in. I stepped back a bit too and the guy said that it looked nice. As he spoke he moved beside me and rubbed himself harder. Then he reached out and took my cock in his other hand and began to work it gently. It was already wet with precum. After a short while he bent forwards and began to suck me. It was too much and it seemed that in no time at all I was telling him that I was going to cum. He carried on sucking and took the lot in his mouth. He had carried on wanking while he sucked me and, as I reached over to hold his cock, he suddenly tensed and with a couple of thrusts he shot his load into the urinal. After that he quickly put his cock away -- sadly I couldn't see his underwear -- and zipped up and left.
"Thanks son," he said as he walked out, "see you again I hope."