I am a senior in my mid-sixties and am retired. I am in fairly good shape and have a seven-inch cut cock and a big set of hanging balls. I am married and have a very good relationship with my wife but our sex life is nonexistent. She decided several years ago that she had no urge for sex and assumed that I had none either. I told her that wasn't the case but she had made up her mind that she wasn't going to have any sex. After her revelation I decided that I would have to look elsewhere and after a couple of months of no sex at home I began to look for outside relationships and began to explore my bi tendencies.
On a Saturday I was at the gas station filling up. There was a car in front of mine and the driver was a good-looking guy about six-two and in his thirties doing the same. I was kind of zoned out waiting for my tank to be filled and was watching the guy at the other car. Since he was wearing a loose-fitting shirt and jeans, I couldn't tell much about his body but my eyes seemed to lock in on his crouch. I really didn't realize that I had been staring until he turned to the pump and it broke my trance. After he replaced the nozzle, he turned toward me and smiled and took a couple of steps toward the back of his car. I thought he would turn to go around to the driver's door, but he kept walking toward me. Not knowing what he wanted I asked if he had a problem.
He smiled as he got closer and leaned over to my ear and told me he wanted me to suck his cock. I was stunned by his forwardness, but as he leaned back, I could see he was dead serious. He saw the shocked look on my face, but he also saw I wasn't running for the hills. I asked why he thought I would suck his cock and he knew he had my attention. He said he had seen me looking at his crotch and knew I wanted to see more. I smiled and told him I was just vegging out while I filled my car and enjoyed wondering what people would look like when they were naked. He smiled again and said he would be happy to get naked for me so I could see what he looked like underneath all his clothes. I was still a little tongue tied but glanced down at his crouch and saw that he had a nice bulge.
I really wanted to reach over and touch his cock but held back because we were in the middle of a gas station and there were several other cars getting gas. It was almost like he knew what I was thinking when he told me he thought I would like to play with his eight-inch cut cock. I looked him in the eye and blurted out that if he had a place to go, I'd follow him. He said he had a place close by and headed back to his car. I finished gassing up and jumped in the car and he pulled out. My mind was racing as we drove to his place and I began to wonder what the hell I was doing following a stranger to his place in the middle of the day. I realized I knew nothing about this guy and didn't even know his name.
He pulled into an apartment parking lot and I parked next to him. As we walked toward the apartment building, we introduced ourselves and chatted about nothing in particular. His name was Bill and he said he was happy we had met at the station. I told him I was John and couldn't believe I was following a stranger to his apartment but was looking forward to seeing him nude so I could see if I could trust my imagination. We entered his ground floor one bedroom apartment and as soon as he locked the door, he moved closer and told me to rub his cock. As I rubbed his cock, he kicked off his sandals and pulled off his shirt. Bill was in great shape and it was obvious that he hadn't lied about his eight-inch cock. I told him to take off his pants and underpants so I could feel his naked cock.
Now that he was naked, I could see that the real thing was even better than my imagination. He was totally shaved and had a really nice big hanging ball sack to go with his thick cock. I wrapped one hand around his hard cock and massaged his balls with the other. I wrapped my fingers around the top of his ball sack and gently pulled down. I could feel his balls start to move toward the bottom of the sack. I milked his sack for a while longer because I wanted to suck his balls into my mouth before I licked and sucked his cock.
He sat on the edge of his couch and I sat on the floor so I could lick my way up his inner thighs. It didn't take long before my tongue reached his ball sack and I began to lick and lightly suck the sack. I looked up and saw that his head was tilted back and he was already breathing thru his mouth. I stroked his hard cock with my hand and sucked one and then both balls into my mouth. I was enjoying the salty taste and really wanted to taste his precum so I licked the bottom of his cock and moved toward his cock head. I got my wish and began to lick the precum off his shaft.
I wanted it to last but really wanted to suck his cock head and bury his whole cock in my mouth. I was careful to just suck the head into my mouth so I could clean it up with my tongue. I could tell his cock head was really sensitive and felt his hands on the back of my head. He began to push my head down on his cock and I sucked more in each time I stroked it with my mouth. His big cock was filling my mouth but I knew I had to keep going. After several small strokes I had worked his whole cock into my mouth and could feel his velvety cockhead sliding down my throat.
Over the years I had practiced with big rubber cocks and had overcome the gag reflex and was really enjoying feeling his whole cock in my mouth. He took his hands off my head and I began to slowly pump his cock with my mouth. Both of us were enjoying the slow long strokes, but by the time I realized he was close to a climax it was too late to stop. I tasted his salty cum and quickened the strokes. When only his head was in my mouth, I stopped stroking and swallowed.