Dying of shame, I pull his pants back on, not without taking a last peek at his dick. I could swear it looks even bigger than before he relieved himself. With a quick thank you, he flushes and leaves the room.
I’m left alone, still kneeling in front of the toilet. My thoughts are running wild. I’m replaying the all scene, dissecting everything that happened, repeating everything that was said… Desperate to justify my sudden arousal.
Why? Why is this old fossile turning me on? He looks like a fucking skeleton… with a beautiful, plump dick. So what if he has a nice dick? Is that really all it takes to make me lose it?
I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not such a cockwhore but the image of his dick popping back in my head non stop is making it pretty hard to do. Almost against my will, my right hand starts stroking my dick through my shorts. I close my eyes and rewind the time five minutes back in the past.
The old man is towering above me, his dick feels heavy in between my shivering fingers.
“I said: thank you for volunteering to wipe it clean, sonny.”
His words crack like a whip on my will. My hand reaches for the TP but this time, he stops me.
“You don’t need TP for that.”
I look back at him in confusion. His fat dick is floating right under my nose, pulsating ominously.
“You’ve got a tongue, don’t you, sonny?”
The old man suddenly calls for me from the living room. I snap out of my fantasy with a mix of shame and regret. He calls for me again and I run to him, realising he must needs my help for something. I take one last glance at the pills of viagra before leaving, wondering who got to enjoy the effect of it.
I find the old man sitting on his couch, a bit abashed. He spilt his drink all over his pants. He apologises as I help him stand up.
“Don’t worry about it, sir. At least, it didn’t spill on the sofa.”
“Yeah, I just did a bullseye on my crotch. Guess there’s no wiping it off, gotta put it in the washing machine like that… Unless you feel really thirsty?”
The look on my face makes him burst with laughter.
“You better work on your poker face, sonny. If you keep giving such big reactions every time someone is pulling your leg, the entire college is going to bully you!”
“Well, to be fair, the chances of someone asking me to lap their wet crotch is pretty low… Oh, wipe that smile off your face already! Come here and give me your pants, old man!”
I get on my knees and pull his pants down all the way to his ankles at once.
“Fine, fine, I’ll keep my jokes to myself…” he giggles as I help him taking his feet out of the pants one by one. “But can I at least ask you a question?”
“You can ask a second?”
“Why did you take off my underwear with my pants? They were perfectly dry.”
I freeze, realizing I’m busy neatly folding his knickers. My heart is about to burst. I keep my eyes fixed on my hands, rattling my brains to find an excuse.
Why did I do that? Why?
“You having a heatstroke, sonny? Your face is bright red.”
I look up, ready to plea my innocence when my nose suddenly collides with his dick. I recoil with surprise. He closed the gab between us while I was looking away.
“you’re cute when you’re shy.” The old man murmurs, stroking my cheek gently.
The tremors are all gone but I don’t notice it.
“Kids these days are truly something else… I wonder how many dicks you took in your mouth already. Only turned 18 and already you get on your knees faster than a cheap whore at the docks… You know, when I asked you to take my pants down, I was expecting you to just pull them down and then step back. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine you would kneel in front of me like that, glaring at my dick with such obvious thirst…”
He pushes his thumb inside my mouth. I start suckling on it almost instinctively. My eyes are locked into his, stupefied. I feel completely stunned. My dick is throbbing hard.
I knew I wasn’t crazy! I knew it!
My hand reaches shyly for his balls. The skin feels weirdly soft despite the wrinkles. Squeezing them gently, I look at him inquisitively.
“I guess a whore like you isn’t satisfied with just sucking on a finger, eh sonny?”
His thumb still hooked in my mouth, the old man pushes me back against the couch and stands astride my body. This surprising display of strength turns me on even more. Breathing heavily, I start stroking my own dick through my shorts again. Our eyes are locked into each others. My own lust is reflected back at me. I can feel his balls scrunch up under my fingers.
Finally plucking his thumb out of my mouth, the old man grabs my hair and shove my face into his crotch without ceremony. With a thrill of delight, I breathe in his musc.
“You have no idea how many times I imagined taking your mouth.” he whispers, rubbing my face across his junk. “I was literally counting the days before you turned 18… You better not disappoint, sonny.”
I can feel his dick growing against my cheek. Sticking my tongue out, I start licking everything I can reach to help his blood flow. Soon, it starts to rise up. Without missing a beat, I slurp it in and quickly deepthroat it before it becomes too big. The old man makes a deep, raspy moan. This boost my confidence. Keeping a tight vacuum around his tip, I start jerking him off. I don’t need to hear his moaning to know he enjoys it: his dick is growing bigger and harder fast.
When he’s fully erect, I spit all my saliva on it and start jerking him with both hands. He’s quite girthy. I notice his glans actually looks grotesquely small compared to his bloated shaft. I try to make eye contact but he’s looking away. Following his gaze, I discover one of the old picture of his then young wife standing on the coffee table. My pride is slightly hurt.
“Am I worth the wait?” I ask, hoping to get his attention back.
He slowly tears his eyes away from the picture of his departed spouse.
“Not quite so far.”
Those four little words just suplexed my ego. Before I can react in any way however, the old man grab me by the wrists and lift me onto the couch. Putting his left leg right next to my side, he grabs the back of my head with one hand and push me toward his dick.
Following his lead obediently, I open my mouth and start sucking him the best I can. His hand guides my head up and down his shaft without a care for my plaintive grunts. He’s fucking my throat mercilessly, filling it up with so much meat it feels like it’s about to burst.
When he finally allows me to take a literal breather, I spit out all the built up saliva. I falls straight on my chest and laps.
“See, sonny? That’s what giving head actually means in the world of grown-ups.”
He shoves his dick back down my throat before I can fully catch my breath. This time, both his hands and grabbing my head. It feels like I’m being impaled on his cock. My mouth gargles, my throat tenses but I let him uses me as he pleases.
When I can’t take any more meat down my hole, the old man releases my head to take his top off. I stay put, gagging and gasping on his cock. Saliva is building up fast, I can feel some of it drooling out down my chin. I try to slurp it back in with no success. It only makes me gag harder.