It was that time of the week again. Working hard throughout, with a young child and a wife during the football season when my team played it was my ‘Me Time’, the only issue being for the last few weeks I could not tell you how the team played as I was too busy heading to my drinking buddies place where I have been sucking his and his neighbors’ cocks instead.
A few weeks ago, sitting at Rogers unit enjoying a couple drinks while watching the football he confided in me he wondered what it would be like to have his dick sucked by a guy, he had not had any action from anyone since his marriage had broken down.
As a closeted cock sucker, I thought it was my obligation to give him that experience, since then his older neighbour has joined in on the fun and it has become a regular routine ever since.
Backing out of my driveway to start the journey to Rogers unit my cock was already growing in my boxer shorts, last week Roger had sucked on my cock in what was an extremely hot experience, and I had no idea what was on the cards this week.
It was a difficult drive to Rogers, focusing on the road and shaking out some hot, erotic mini-day dreams of what could be in store. The thoughts however helped in the drive not being as noticeably long, soon I was pulling into the carpark of the nearby tavern and starting the walk up the alleyway towards the apartment block where Rogers unit was.
Within seconds of knocking on his door Roger greeted me with a huge smile and invited me in, he escorted me to the loungeroom where Albert was sitting already in just his briefs, his grin growing wider when he saw me enter the room.
I could already see the bulge in his lap as he sat there, this brought a grin to my face as I took a seat next to him on the couch.
Alberts smile turned into an awkward look towards Roger. Clearing his throat to ensure all eyes were on him Roger began to speak.
“So, Albert has had his dick sucked, he saw me suck you last week and wanted to also try sucking,” Roger proclaimed.
“Oh-kay” I replied a little confused.
“We’ve been talking and think it’d be weird with him trying on someone he sees every day…me,” Roger continued.
“So,” he spoke before I could ask any questions, “we thought it best he tries on a relative stranger… you.”
“Oh” I managed to exclaim before I felt the trembling fingers of Albert, Roger’s 78-year-old neighbour, tugging at the zip in my pants as he slowly lowered it. Fumbling with the button to my boxer shorts he eventually had it opened and his hand slid inside and began tugging at my own circumcised cock, already growing with the excitement, and thought of what was about to happen.
“Only Dorothy and you have sucked me,” Albert said as he looked me in the eye,
“I’m going to do my best.”
A smile was all I could muster before he nervously placed his head in line with my shaft, tentatively he stuck out his tongue and began licking around the head of the shaft. His warm tongue immediately ensuring my cock grew to its full attention ready for the action that it was about to receive.
After licking around the head, a couple of times, tracing his tongue over the tip itself and licking at the hole of my cock Albert placed his hand around my shaft and slowly gave it a couple little tugs. I watched as he closed his eyes while he tugged on me, he opened his mouth I could see his lip trembling as he quickly closed his mouth and swallowed hard.
He licked his own lip before again nervously opening his mouth, this time he leaned closer to my cock, he stuck his tongue out and started to caress the underside of my manhood with it as he slowly slid his head forward taking the tip of it into his mouth.
As soon as the tip entered his mouth it is like something awoke inside him. His eyes flew open, he looked at me and let out a low moan around the tip of my cock which sent a vibration rumbling through the sensitive head.
He again moved his head forward this time the head sliding further into his mouth and some of the remaining six inches into his mouth. Albert gagged a little, I knew how he felt and remembered the first time I sucked cock and the amount of gagging I did.
Albert pulled his head backwards, my cock slipping from his lips and allowing himself to breath. He grabbed a hold of my manhood as it sat free from his mouth, taking deep breaths, he again stuck his tongue out and quickly took it back into his mouth this time further than the last attempt and letting out another deep moan.
I could feel his tongue swirling around the parts of my shaft in his mouth, his cheeks giving a soft sucking action while the muscles in his throat contracted and expanded as he began to devour my cock.
We locked eyes, and it was tough not to blow my entire load seeing this older man on his knees sucking his first cock – my cock.
To distract myself I glanced across to Roger who was standing behind and just to the side of my line of vision, he was rubbing his own cock with his pants around his ankles. With my head I motioned for him to come over, it was all the encouragement he needed as he stepped out of his shorts and stepped to where I was on the couch, his neighbour on his knees in front of me.
His cock pushed against my lips, I immediately opened my mouth, and he slid the full length of his member inside my mouth. My slutty mouth eagerly welcoming its visitor, Roger let out a low moan as he slid into my throat with ease.
Once a rhythm was in place between Roger and I he began to break the sounds of our moans and the odd gagging sound by once again taking centre stage, clearly establishing himself as the ‘Alpha’ in all of this.
“That’s it, two cock sucking bitches doing their thing,” he proclaimed, while this talk – especially from an older gentlemen turned me on, I could feel Albert shudder around my cock as though he was not sure about the talk.
“My balls are never going to ache again, knowing either of you would take my load.”
Every time Roger would talk, Albert would respond by slowing down on the sucking as if unsure, although I could feel Roger get harder or pick up the rhythm of his cock entering in and out of my mouth providing the indication that he loved his type of talk, so I’d moan – which in hindsight probably encouraged him.