Upon arriving at the Tavern, the following week as organized with Roger he was waiting for me at the laneway that led to his unit. Unlike last time where it was small talk about our days Roger was excited, and quite obviously horny by the way the questions and chit chat were going.
"So, I've been watching a bit of porn, and there's some other things I want to try," Roger started.
"Wait. I don't do anal Roger." I interrupted.
"Oh no, nothing like that." He laughed "just more positions and stuff that if you liked last week, I think you'd like these. You did like last week, didn't you?"
"Yes, Roger that's why I'm here." I replied ending with a chuckle as we approached his doorway.
Unlocking the door he opened and entered, I turned to close the door behind me.
Turning back towards the hallway once the door had latched. Roger was standing there facing me.
"On your knees" he said in a commanding voice. I obliged and dropped to my knees where I stood in his doorway.
"That's it. You like being a cock slut, don't you?" Roger asked, again in a dominating tone that turned me on even more.
"Mmm-hmm" I replied as I bit my bottom lip.
"Good, come, sit." He spoke. I crawled the short distance between us. I could see hit shorts struggling with his bulge that had grown behind it. I licked my lips.
"Get it" Roger ordered.
I reached out and immediately pulled his shorts down, his cock hard and uncovered behind it. As my hands returned towards his hard cock.
"NO HANDS" he said, breaking the silence that had fallen across the room. "Open your mouth".
I did as I was told, doing so a smile came across Rogers face that I could see clear a day as he took a little step towards me lining his cock up with my wide-open mouth.
Roger grabbed the back of my head and slide his entire shaft into my slutty mouth, my throat opening like it had its own memory bank for its new regular guest. He let out a moan as it first entered.
He slowly withdrew it, pulling it all the way out apart from the tip, leaving that in the entrance of my mouth before sliding the entire length back in and into the mouth.
He repeated this process, picking up the pace into which he was doing it with every time the process was repeated. Until eventually there was virtually no holding of the tip in my mouth, no little rest, his cock was flying in and out of my mouth.
Following a couple minutes of this we changed positions slightly and my head was soon banging against the wall in the walkway.
Roger continued to fill my mouth, harder and faster with every thrust, my throat invertedly letting out a gagging sound as he entered, and my head banging against the wall.
Then with two short, hard thrusts he had my head pinned against the wall and was exploding his hot warm load down my throat. Just as every time I swallowed every drop.
With an exhausted moan Roger pulled his cock from my mouth, a satisfying wet smacking sound coming as it escaped my lips.
As we were finishing there was a knock on the door, now situated a couple feet down the hallway and beside me.
"Quick, Go wait in the loungeroom," Roger said pulled his pants up. I jumped to my feet and walked towards the loungeroom, sitting on the couch where things between Roger and I changed just a week earlier and waited.
Roger meanwhile had gone to the door to answer it. After some quiet murmurings from the hallway the door closed, and I heard Roger coming down the hallway. As he entered the entrance to the lounge, he had another gentlemen with him.
This gentleman, who was introduced at Albert, was much older, at least in his 70s, and as Roger explained he lived next door with his wife Dorothy. He had heard all the banging on the wall and thought someone was in trouble so wanted to come and check it out.
After some pleasantries Albert then finally asked a question that even the fast-talking Roger didn't have an answer for.
