I caught the bus into work, as parking in town was very expensive, even if I could find a place. I preferred to travel on the top deck of the double decker, as I get a good view down the road. Often on the same bus was a rather portly, grey haired man. For weeks we ignored each other, playing on our phones instead, although I knew he was gay as he had a rainbow wrist strap. He got off the bus the stop before mine, so must have lived about 200 metres from me.
One day, the bus was caught in a traffic jam. With us stationary, I decided to make conversation. His name was Bert, a semi retired accountant who lived alone in a two bedroom apartment. Pushing things a little, I said I found him very handsome. He warmed to my compliment, but said he thought he would be too old for me. I assured him that was not the case, as I found older guys more interesting, and enjoyed their company, and blew him a kiss. He smiled and remarked that he hadn't had sex since his partner passed away. I offered my condolences and asked if he would like to come round for coffee sometime, but he said he would rather I went to his place, and invited me round Saturday evening, when he would cook a meal for us. He gave me his address, and we swapped numbers. Over the next two days we chatted some more and agreed that I should arrive about seven, and stay the night if I wanted, saying that he could do with the company.
I dressed smart and arrived on time, with flowers and a couple of bottles of wine. He looked delighted to see me, welcoming me in, kissing me on the cheek. His apartment was very minimalist and impeccably furnished. I sat on the leather sofa while he fetched wine glasses from the kitchen. He sat next to me and uncorked a bottle and we chinked glasses. With the first glass downed, I leaned and kissed his lips. Putting his hands behind my head, he drew e closer into a full on snog. Our tongues met and I rubbed his crotch. It felt huge. We kissed some more and he ran his hand under my top and squeezed my nipple, making it harden. It was time for bed. His bedroom was luxurious, with a deep pile cream carpet and an en-suite. I sat on the bed and eased his trousers down to his knees. A fat circumcised cock sprang out of his loose boxers. Holding the base, I licked and swallowed what I could. He removed my top and I carried on sucking. We finished undressing one another and climbed on the bed. Luckily. I had thought to bring a small bottle of lube with me, and it looked like I was going to need it. We carried on making out, giving each other head, then I handed him the lube and got on all fours and waited. The cold lube went on my hole, and then I felt the mushroom pushing against me. I relaxed and let him penetrate. He began pumping, his low hangers hitting the back of my balls. "Fuck me, it's great to be shagging again", he said to himself, and pumped harder, pushing me forwards. Precum dribbled out of me and stained the sheet. I so wanted to wank, but guessed he would take a while and I didn't want to cum too soon. As he got into it more, he plunged deeper. "I'm getting close", he said, so I started jerking. All of a sudden, he held still and I felt him pulse his seed into me, making me shoot my load. After recovering, we sat down to steak pie followed by apple crumble. Having demolished the second bottle, we went to bed.
In the morning, having used the bathroom, showered and had a fried breakfast, we went back to bed, where he said he wanted to be fucked. It's not something I normally do, but he pleaded, so we once again made out, I lubed us, then I mounted him and did it missionary style. I went slowly, taking my time as I knew it would take him a while. He held his fat cock, tossing and smiling as though he were in seventh heaven. After twenty minutes I could hold on no longer, and shot my load. I popped out and knelt so that he could cum over my face. I managed to get some on my tongue.
Living so close, we were to become regular fuck buddies.
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Out of the blue, I had an email from a cousin that I hadn't seen since we were both spotty teenagers. All I could remember was that Ryan was quite scrawny. He was living a good distance from me, but was coming near to me for a job interview, and could I put him up to save on hotel bills. I naturally said yes, and that it would be great to catch up. He turned up Saturday with a small suitcase. The interview was going to be on Monday. The ugly duckling had turned into a beautiful swan. Tall, with dark curly hair shaved at the sides, and piercing brown eyes, and about two inches taller than myself. As far as I was aware, he was straight, but I was to be proved wrong. I took him to my local pub, and after a few beers we were chatting like old friends, with his filling me in on his side of the family. As our tongues got looser, he confessed that he had tried girls, but he couldn't maintain an erection with them, and discovered he was gay at a school reunion, where he lost his virginity, though looking back, he said the signs were obvious. We went home, where I took his case to the spare bedroom, but he pleaded to let him sleep with me. The first night nothing happened, he was tired from the long journey and the beer, so slept soundly. I woke in the morning to find his erection pushing into my cheeks. I was desperate for a piss, so excused myself to the bathroom, showering while I was there. When I came back, he did likewise. A few minutes later, he came back drying his hair, he already had a semi, then slipped back into bed. I couldn't believe that I found myself kissing my cousin and rubbing our bodies together. Ryan shuffled down the bed and sucked my cock. Back up, and I returned the favour. It was then a question as to who was going to top. Luckily, he said he was versatile, but topped more often. With that, he put my legs in the air and rimmed me, covering my hole with plenty of saliva, then lined himself up and pushed in. It felt fantastic. We kissed and fucked, my legs wrapped around his waist, his balls slapping my ass. We rolled onto our sides and he took me from behind, one of my favourite positions. With him pumping harder, I tossed myself and shot over my thigh. He carried on humping until I was bred. Sunday evening, after dinner, we did it again, this time I topped him, something I was getting used to with Bert. He wanted me to do him doggy style, as he said it went in deeper. He put a mess on the sheets, and I bred my cousin.
Monday, he looked super smart in a dark blue suit. I kissed him goodbye and wished him luck. He sent me a text later saying he had been successful, and could he stay another night and go home Tuesday. I decided we would eat at a restaurant to celebrate. He rubbed my knee under the table, and I knew I would be fucked again.
We went back for our last night together. Having had a couple of beers, we turned in. He whispered in my ear that I was a great shag, and thanked me for putting him up. We kissed made out, then I handed him the lube and spooned me. I sighed as he went in, and managed to turn my head enough to kiss him. Holding onto my waist, he pumped away while I tossed. He took it out and played with my ring, then plunged back in. He did that several times, then carried on until he bred me, making me shoot my load. In the morning, he had to leave, but not before giving me a blow job. I was looking forward to putting him up while he found his own place. I may even introduce him to some of my friends with benefits, with a view to having a threesome.
