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Of everything that arouses me, very few things top a hung older white man at the gym freeballing for all to see. This man is someone I see 3-4 times a week at my gym as we both workout in the morning. He always wears either gray or red basketball shorts with no underwear and the outline of his flaccid cock is enough for any man or woman to stare. At 59 years old, he stands about 6'2, slim but no skinny, with salt and pepper hair. One day we finish our workout nearly simultaneously and as we are walking to our cars, I take a leap of faith and say,
"Hey man, you have a really nice cock."
Which he then turns and replies, "Thank you man. I know."
His slight arrogance causes both of us to stand there in dead silence gazing at each other intensely. Nobody is around and you could hear a pin drop. He readjusts his cock in his pants without losing eye contact before telling me,
"The size of my cock is a gift and a curse man."
Apparently he had never had a woman suck him properly, so he allows curious men to pamper and worship him if they so choose. I ask,
"Can I get a better look?"
He replies, "Sure but the offer is only open tonight at 10:30. My place."
Knowing how desperately I want to see his cock in its full glory, I accept. We exchange contact information and go our separate ways. As I drive off I realize I had important plans that same night but don't hesitate to change them to another day. The night approaches and I receive a text from the hung gym regular saying,
"Bring a bottle of wine and we'll see where the night goes."
I finally arrive at his place at 10:30 sharp. He makes me wait outside of his door for a minute or two before opening in a long robe and flip flops. He leads me to his living room where we take a seat on the coach and start having a conversation over the bottle of wine. Even though the TV was playing in the background, I was so focused on him that I couldn't tell you what was on. We engage in about 45 minutes of small talk and before we know it, the bottle of wine is completely empty. Both fairly buzzed, he abruptly asks me while stroking his cock through his robe,
"So are you ready to serve me?"
Stunned, I simply nod and wait for him to make the next move. He gets up off the couch, towering over me as I still remain seated. Before untying his robe, he points directly at his feet and says,
"Get on your knees right here."
I hesitate but oblige. He unfastens his robe to reveal himself in nothing but a T-shirt with his flaccid, but huge cock. Even soft, his cock was at least 6-7 inches long and his balls were big and low-hanging as well. He swings it back and forth slowly and my eyes follow back and forth as if I'm being hypnotized. There's a period of silence with nothing else but his soft cock swinging and frequently hitting me in the face as noise. Then, as I kneel in anticipation, he says,
"Put your throat on that fucker and get me hard. Now."
I grab his package from underneath, balls and cock both in hand, and guide it into my mouth. Within seconds we are both fully into the moment, his hips thrusting slowly and my throat opening more and more. He makes soft moans as I make his big cock rise in my mouth, engaging in dirty talk as often as he can:
"Yeah, throat that fucker."; "Milk my cock from the tip to the base. Give me your all."
I wrap my hands around the back of his legs and plunge my throat all the way to the base of his long, thick cock. He loses himself in the moment and tells me he loves me, which surprises me but turns me on. With my throat at the base of his cock, I stay there for a while. I stick my tongue out and begin to lick his balls from underneath while his shaft is still down my windpipe. He tells me he appreciates my service and grabs me by the back of the head to guide the blowjob. His long cock glides in and out of my wet mouth from base to tip over and over. He asks for some "ball work", but I was so focused on his shaft that he nearly had to rip his cock out of my mouth and place his balls on my face. After about 30 minutes of passionate service, he says,
"I need you to drain my cock and drink your milk."
I put both hands near the base and twist on his big wet cock while my mouth engulfs the other half of his cock. A few minutes later, he lets out a deep, loud grunt and proceeds to empty a huge load of cum down my throat. He came for what seemed like minutes and when he finally lets out the last drop, he says,
"Your cock sucking skills really surprised me, and I take cock sucking very seriously. I haven't been sucked that well in over a decade by a man or woman. Thank you."
We both put on our clothes and we agree to keep it cordial at the gym. Over the next month, we met up twice a week and I pampered and worshiped his cock. Every trip to his place was a new challenge to suck him better, bring him more pleasure, and make him cum faster. I suck his cock on the kitchen counter, the shower, the office desk, off of the edge of his bed, everywhere we could manage. His cock had complete control over me 24/7. I desperately anticipated his texts asking me to stop by and I thought about him all the time. The gray hair, his ability to produce a fully erect cock at his seasoned age. Little did we both know, our connection was just beginning...
"Hey man, you have a really nice cock."
Which he then turns and replies, "Thank you man. I know."
His slight arrogance causes both of us to stand there in dead silence gazing at each other intensely. Nobody is around and you could hear a pin drop. He readjusts his cock in his pants without losing eye contact before telling me,
"The size of my cock is a gift and a curse man."
Apparently he had never had a woman suck him properly, so he allows curious men to pamper and worship him if they so choose. I ask,
"Can I get a better look?"
He replies, "Sure but the offer is only open tonight at 10:30. My place."
Knowing how desperately I want to see his cock in its full glory, I accept. We exchange contact information and go our separate ways. As I drive off I realize I had important plans that same night but don't hesitate to change them to another day. The night approaches and I receive a text from the hung gym regular saying,
"Bring a bottle of wine and we'll see where the night goes."
I finally arrive at his place at 10:30 sharp. He makes me wait outside of his door for a minute or two before opening in a long robe and flip flops. He leads me to his living room where we take a seat on the coach and start having a conversation over the bottle of wine. Even though the TV was playing in the background, I was so focused on him that I couldn't tell you what was on. We engage in about 45 minutes of small talk and before we know it, the bottle of wine is completely empty. Both fairly buzzed, he abruptly asks me while stroking his cock through his robe,
"So are you ready to serve me?"
Stunned, I simply nod and wait for him to make the next move. He gets up off the couch, towering over me as I still remain seated. Before untying his robe, he points directly at his feet and says,
"Get on your knees right here."
I hesitate but oblige. He unfastens his robe to reveal himself in nothing but a T-shirt with his flaccid, but huge cock. Even soft, his cock was at least 6-7 inches long and his balls were big and low-hanging as well. He swings it back and forth slowly and my eyes follow back and forth as if I'm being hypnotized. There's a period of silence with nothing else but his soft cock swinging and frequently hitting me in the face as noise. Then, as I kneel in anticipation, he says,
"Put your throat on that fucker and get me hard. Now."
I grab his package from underneath, balls and cock both in hand, and guide it into my mouth. Within seconds we are both fully into the moment, his hips thrusting slowly and my throat opening more and more. He makes soft moans as I make his big cock rise in my mouth, engaging in dirty talk as often as he can:
"Yeah, throat that fucker."; "Milk my cock from the tip to the base. Give me your all."
I wrap my hands around the back of his legs and plunge my throat all the way to the base of his long, thick cock. He loses himself in the moment and tells me he loves me, which surprises me but turns me on. With my throat at the base of his cock, I stay there for a while. I stick my tongue out and begin to lick his balls from underneath while his shaft is still down my windpipe. He tells me he appreciates my service and grabs me by the back of the head to guide the blowjob. His long cock glides in and out of my wet mouth from base to tip over and over. He asks for some "ball work", but I was so focused on his shaft that he nearly had to rip his cock out of my mouth and place his balls on my face. After about 30 minutes of passionate service, he says,
"I need you to drain my cock and drink your milk."
I put both hands near the base and twist on his big wet cock while my mouth engulfs the other half of his cock. A few minutes later, he lets out a deep, loud grunt and proceeds to empty a huge load of cum down my throat. He came for what seemed like minutes and when he finally lets out the last drop, he says,
"Your cock sucking skills really surprised me, and I take cock sucking very seriously. I haven't been sucked that well in over a decade by a man or woman. Thank you."
We both put on our clothes and we agree to keep it cordial at the gym. Over the next month, we met up twice a week and I pampered and worshiped his cock. Every trip to his place was a new challenge to suck him better, bring him more pleasure, and make him cum faster. I suck his cock on the kitchen counter, the shower, the office desk, off of the edge of his bed, everywhere we could manage. His cock had complete control over me 24/7. I desperately anticipated his texts asking me to stop by and I thought about him all the time. The gray hair, his ability to produce a fully erect cock at his seasoned age. Little did we both know, our connection was just beginning...