An Old Friend Who Became Closer

I had known Arthur through our woodworking club for many years, or at least, I thought I knew him. This is a true story.

It was a long time ago now, when in my early forties and he was in his late sixties that we had arranged to drive over to the other side of town to visit one of our club members that it happened.

When only a couple of minutes from our friends place, Arthur detoured and drove to the local sports oval. There was no sport on this particular day, but there was a toilet block which was open. Seeing as we had both had a cup of tea before our journey began, I figured that Arthur needed to relieve himself. Still, this was strange as were so close to journey's end. I always wondered how he knew of this oval and toilet block but never asked. Arthur had worked out I was homosexual and our friend had probably as well. Being a local, maybe our friend had told him about the oval.

Arthur pulled up just outside the toilets and proceeded to get out and head for those toilets. Feeling the need, I may as well follow, and I did. Once inside we both went over and stood at the urinals and took care of business. Just before finishing, I realised that Arthur was glancing over at me and had a half erect penis. To say that I was caught by surprise was an understatement. We had known each other for years and he had not shown any hint of being interested in other men. After all, he was married, I knew his wife quite well and they seemed to be happily married.

I stood there not quite knowing what to do, but my rising erection, and Arthur, decided for me. He smiled as he reached over and gently touched my cock, playing with the knob before sliding his fingers up and down, stroking the shaft. It wasn't at all long before he was rewarded with a hard, strong erection. I was embarrassed but very aroused at the same time.

At the time, I had been separated for a few years due to a number of problems which included my then wife thinking I was homosexual. In reality, it had been a very long time since I had sex with men as I wanted to identify as heterosexual.

Since separating I had been to bed with a few women, and hadn't thought of men very much, until that day with Arthur.

That day with Arthur in the toilets took me back to my twenties when I would often have sex with other men in public toilets, stroking and playing with each other's cocks before sucking each other or, sometimes, engaging in anal sex. Those were the days before HIV and they were wonderful.

I undid my pants and let them slide down to my ankles along with my y-front underpants. I turned around to give him better access which he took advantage of, reaching over with his other hand and proceeding to cup and stroke my balls, the inside of my legs and around the back to my bottom. I was almost cumming without further stimulation.

He was smiling as he told me that he had thought I was a homo for a long time, but had had to wait for the right opportunity to find out. He also said that he was very pleased that I was responding so well and couldn't wait to suck my cock. With that, he stopped briefly and unbuckled and pulled down his pants, letting them slide down his legs. I hadn't seen another man (half) naked or another man's cock for many years so I couldn't stop myself from reaching over to play with his penis. He had a beautiful cock which was of about average length but quite thick and with lots of greying hair. I was asking myself why I had avoided sex with men for so long.

There we were, each stroking, playing with and enjoying the others cock, getting more excited by the second. Sensing I couldn't wait much longer, Arthur bent over and proceeded to slowly lick the head of my penis before sensually enveloping the shaft with his warm, wet mouth. He gradually slid his mouth right down the length of my cock until it was completely engulfed. Rhythmically and lovingly slurping on my cock in and out of his mouth it was long before it got too much and I orgasmed, ejaculating like I hadn't for as long as I could remember. It was euphoric and I couldn't help but let out a low groan. For that moment, any worry or concern I had were totally out of my mind. As I came down from that loving and emotional release my penis was still hard.

For a man in his late sixties, I was a bit surprised that his cock was still hard and erect, without any physical contact. Wanting for him to experience the pleasure that he had just given me I went to bend down and take his cock in my mouth. It was such a long time since I'd done this but I hadn't forgotten what it was like. Taking a minute to look closely and admire his penis seemed to arouse him more all the more. More than any other time on that day, I relished being able to look at and touch a beautiful cock once again. It felt so much more natural and normal than having to look at a women's cunt.

I bent over further and took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him slowly, engulfing him as much as I could. He reached out and grasped my shoulders to steady himself as he started to shake and groan. Sensing his impending orgasm, I readied myself for a mouthful of cum, and I wasn't disappointed. Although he was an old man, he still ejaculated a lot, and it was delicious. I lingered and let his cock get soft before withdrawing my mouth.

After we both came down to earth, we pulled our pant back up, got back in the car, and went on to visit our friend. The visit went well and we all had a pleasant afternoon over his latest project and nice cup of tea.

Arthur and I had a good chat on the way back home. It seemed that His wife and he had stopped having sex a long time before. She knew of his interest in other men and they had a sort of agreement where she never asked if he was having sex with men. This was the beginning of many years of wonderful sex with him which was extremely satisfying and fulfilling. Often, he would come over to my place go to bed with me. Our sex life progressed to cuddling, kissing and anal sex. Usually, he would sodomise me and I eventually started to often have a hands free orgasm, squirting wherever my dick was pointing.

In fact, he was very keen to sodomise me and had me bent over the kitchen table the very next time we got together with our clothes strewn across the room. We had only just finished our cups of coffee and this took me by surprise, but it was a welcome surprise.

Our sex continued for quite some years and he was still virile until about eighty years of age. Wonderful memories.