Doug 2
Now that my father in law and I had completely moved to a huge taboo gay experience, I wondered once I returned home after our rabid event at his house if anything more would happen or if we both would end up not talking about it again.
"Dad said you were so helpful!' my wife said the next day. "He said he was so relieved after you helped him. I can't thank you enough, honey!"
Hmmmm, I thought. Very interesting choice of words. Was he purposely saying he was relieved as a double entendre for me getting him off and rescuing his computer? It was enough to make me hard and a quick trip to the bathroom let me jerk off to him and us quickly.
No sooner had I finished and cleaned up, my phone buzzed and my heart raced as it was Doug, my father in law. "Any chance you can stop by when convenient - I need some help with my sump pump." I was immediately hard again.
"Hey honey, your Dad just texted and said when I can could I help him - looks like his sump pump went out."
"Oh you better go now - we're supposed to get heavy rain later today."
As much as I didn't want to, I felt I had to offer if she wanted to join me to see her Dad.
"Oh I can't today. I have a lot of running to do. Actually, can you do me a favor and drop off the stuff for Goodwill at the one near Dad?"
"Sure," I said - elated that I was going solo. And the sump pump would be a perfect cover that could take a long time to give us plenty of time to play - or so I hoped. Doug's cock was just so great - even for his age. And I wanted it badly.
I texted Doug back and let him know I could come now. He replied "Great. Cum over now if you can." Fuck. Did he really type 'cum' instead of 'come'? I
I loaded the items my wife wanted dropped off at Goodwill and headed out. I was on my way to the Goodwill drop off box, but was too horny so I went straight to Doug's. The Goodwill stuff can wait. I got to Doug's and pulled into his side drive which took you back to the backyard where the driveway opened up wide before a two car garage. Just as I stepped out of my car, the first few drops of rain began to fall. I knocked at the back door and heard Doug holler for me to come on in. I headed to the living room where Doug was reclined in his LaZBoy watching some mindless cable political talk fest show.
"Glad you could make it!" My heart was beating fast as I of course did not know if there was really a problem with his sump pump or if he was looking for more fun. With that, he leaned forward and brought the recliner upright and stood up and got close, but not too close and said the pump is not working right and need to head to the basement. My heart dropped as I figured this really may just be a plumbing chore. We went down the stairs and into his finished basement. It was nicely done but mostly older 90s furniture and a big screen TV and some odds and ends with an aquarium, a long neglected weight bench, and many of my late mother in law's Knick knacks and hobby and crafts items. I started toward the storage room where the sump was and soon felt a hand right behind me and I turned and Doug pulled me close and put his lips right on mine and shoved his tongue down my throat. We kissed and I was so caught off guard still that I wobbled a bit. He steadied me and guided me to the couch and before I knew it his hands were on my shoulders and pushing me down so I sat on the couch. His crotch was at eye level. He took my right hand and placed it on his cock and I caressed and rubbed his cock though his khakis. He moaned and pulled me in closer and I kissed and playfully nibbled on his crotch. He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the ground.
"Hope this plumbing is more attractive than a sump pump," he offered.
"Oh hell yes!" I replied. I began caressing his now hardening cock through his tightly whitey BVDs and soon a spot of wet fabric was there from him leaking precum. I couldn't wait any longer and his breaths were growing deeper so I knew he was anxious too. The head of his cock was now pushing the elastic waistband a bit and I let if free and his rock hard, pulsating 72 year old cock was standing completely erect. The veins were bulging and his balls were hanging like two soft cocoanuts with his grey public hair covering them. He put both hands on the back of my neck and pulled me in. I took his gorgeous circumcised mushroom head in my mouth and I almost came myself just getting that on my lips. I soon had him all in and got into a good rhythm working my way up and down his shaft while looking up so he could see me looking for approval. He moaned and rocked his head back and I kept working my tongue up and down and focusing on the smooth super sensitive glans area under his cock head while caressing his balls and caressing his furry ass. In just a few minutes I could taste more pre cum and I knew he was close. He was nice and verbal and got me super turned on calling me a faggot cocksucker and that he would expect me to come and be his plaything whenever he wanted or he would find a way to expose me. I just keep sucking and soon he shuddered and spasmed and I got the first blast of his cum in my mouth. His hands tightened on my head and he asked if I was ready to swallow like a good cock whore and I grunted and nodded yes quickly and with that stream after stream of hot musky salty cum went in my mouth and down my throat. I managed to swallow almost every drop.
"Such a good cock whore!" His cock was twitching and had a layer of sticky cum still on it and I went right back and licked and sucked him clean. As I swirled my tongue around the head he about fell over while I pleasured the most sensitive part of his now softening cock.
He sat down next to me on the couch and got his breath back. He then leaned over and French kissed me and told me how his cum tasted good from my mouth. I was rock hard myself and wanted to get off but he got dressed and stood up and I thought he was going to leave me high and dry.
"Did you like that?", he asked.
