A few days later, he messaged me, asking if I would be kind enough to make him a meal as he had been out shopping.
I went around that evening and cooked dinner from what he had bought. We ate and chatted. And as we cleared up together, I asked, "Have you jerked off like I showed you?"
He remarked quizzically, "Jerked off!"
I said, "Yes old man... tossed off, wanked, you know masturbated!"
He said, "Oh... I've only done it once, with the oil. I did cum, but the sensation was nowhere near how you make it feel."
I asked, "Would you like me to... before I go?"
He said, "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like that very much, you do it so well. Makes it feel very pleasurable."
I said, "You go up, I'll finish here."
When I got to his bedroom, he was flat naked on the bed, gently stroking his cock. In his other hand was the baby oil.
I said, "Won't need that today old man."
I had anticipated giving him a hand-job, and had taken along some flavoured sex lube. I wanted to take him into my mouth.
He let go of his cock and it lay along his stomach, girthy, hard, and long. When a man's cock-head is beyond his navel, you know it's a lengthy thing.
I started with the usual hand-job, building it up, fast and rapid on his huge cock-head. I knew I had got time, as he seemed to have good durability.
Again his hand came and rested on my forearm, we looked at each other and smiled.
Just as I got into full flow, I must have leaned a bit too far forward, and I felt his hand brush on my tit.
He quickly moved his hand and said, "Sorry."
I said, "My fault old man."
I stopped briefly and asked, "Would you like... to touch?"
And before he could reply, I lifted clean off my tee-shirt. I didn't have a bra on, I rarely do.
He stared at my tits, and said, "My God Sky, those look heavenly."
I took hold of his cock and said, "Thank you old man, sorry I don't have big boobs, but both yours."
I was enjoying giving Aaron his hand job. And I felt his hand slowly touch my tit. He gently brushed it with the back of his hand.
I said, "Come on old man, you can do better than that... I know you want to!"
He turned his hand and I felt it capture my tit.
I asked, "Would you mind if I suck on this?"
His grip tightened on my tit, made me close my eyes, and take in a deep sigh.
He said, "I'm willing to bet you do that exceptionally well too."
I smiled at him, then turned my head, and took in what seemed like a tennis ball into my mouth.
I sucked and licked all around it. I felt him grope my other tit. And as he did he said, "These are nice, you're really firm."
I said, "Thanks, it complements this thing."
I sucked hard; I stroked fast wanting him to explode. But he didn't, he seemed to take a good deal of stiff stroking and all the hard sucking I could muster.
I truly enjoyed having his beautiful cock in my hands. Felt firm, hard and hot. I tightened my grip to increase the friction. And as one hand stroked up and down, with the other I swapped from sucking the head to twisting it briskly with a tight fist, his nob glowed a deep purple and was so nice to suck on.
I felt his hand clamp onto my tit and he blew, he let go. I got an instant mouth full of his cum. I tried to swallow quickly, but a little dribbled out from the corners of my mouth.
This time his hand clenched tight on my tit, and he moaned like he wanted me to stop.
I stroked, sucked, and swallowed; God he's balls must have been full to discharge that amount.
I dried us both with a towel, and he asked, "Do you always swallow?"
I said, "Yes... of course!"
He said, "My wife didn't like it, she never swallowed my cum."
I said, "She missed out, I love the taste of cum."
He said, "That made me feel good, you know... knowing you're swallowing my..."
I said, "Old man, I'll swallow as much as you can make."
I asked, "Do you need anything else before I go."
He said, "You modern girls really know how to do that thing with your hands; that was nice. And with your mouth, it did pain a little."
I said, "As long as you liked it, you'll get to love the pain. Next time I'll give you a proper milking, it's just another of my fortes. That is if you want me to carry..."
And before I finished he interrupted and said, "I'd be a fool to say I wouldn't like you to."
I left him in bed, turned the light off, and went home. I was so horny, I frigged myself off and then I too fell asleep.
My hand and blow-jobs became quite regular, while he groped and fondled my tits. He always asked, 'Can you do that milk thing.' I guess he did very quickly get used to the pain that accompanied it.
About two weeks after, I was giving him my usual blow-job, he was fondling and he asked, "Sky!"
I said, "Yes."
He asked, "I don't want to be crass, but!"
I asked, "But... what?"
He said, "Would it be possible to see... you."
I said, "To see me what!"
I must be stupid, but I had figured it out before he said the next sentence.
He said, "No it's okay, sorry forget I said anything."
I stepped off the bed and took off my jeans, and as I looked at him I thought, 'What the hell,' and took my knickers off too.
I did a slow turn and said, "Well."
He said, "You're lovely, you should be a model."
I said, "Thank you old man, but I think I've got the better deal, right here in front of me."
I mean, that cock, fuck it's so... perfect.
That was the first time we were both fully naked.