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The license tabs on my car ran out that day, and I wanted to get the hassle over with before a line showed up. So, there I was in line at 8:15 a.m., and the place was already half full. I’d thrown on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt with my socks and sneakers and caught a cup of coffee on the way to the license bureau. I was still half asleep, and the bad coffee was getting cold. When I saw the golden curls at the nape of a youthful neck hunched over paper work, I realized how long it’d been since I’d gotten laid. I really like my singlehood, but at 56, having a steady friend or two to soften the harsh winter nights takes effort--at least it seems to take more than I remember when I was 20 something. Or is it just the human capacity to forget pain?

The youth was with an older, heavy-set man--his father? While the boy appeared restless and wide awake, Dad seemed tired and just there to get the paper work done. When the boy turned his head to the side to look at the man, I saw a little golden goatee which, combined with the gold sparkle of stubble on his satiny face, got my dick waking up faster than my brain. I tried to remember not to stare, but this young man grabbed my imagination and began to warm me up. Jesus, this line was slow! I found myself leaning a little closer to catch the sound of his voice. Neither dad nor pup was speaking, as dad filled out the paper work for the youngster’s license plates.

The kid wore oversized work pants and a red flannel shirt, buttoned to the throat with loose tails hanging, as well as a pair of the latest large, high-tech sport shoes. As he brushed a short lock from his forehead, his hand was large, with muscles and veining adding a year to my estimate of his age. “Hans, you have to sign right here on this line,” his father had a slight accent. Hans obediently took the pen and signed. “Is that all? Can I meet you outside?” Hans was impatient with sitting.

“Next, please!” the Ethiopian princess behind a desk called out in liquid, coffee tones. How she managed to type and work with small pieces of paper and sticky license tabs sporting those two-inch purple nails was a wonder. My papers were in order, my check already signed, and the printer spit out the receipt all in a matter of a minute or so. As I thanked her and hurried to leave, Hans was just getting up from the desk, leaving his father behind. I tried to ignore him. At the little half door to the exit, I turned to allow him ahead of me just in time to see him lithely vault over the barrier. His big smile preceded his throaty, baritone, “I take the easy way.” The voice had the effect of a soft grenade in my lower gut. Pumpff! Went off with no sound, but with visible effect. His eye contact lingered, and a small challenge glinted in his marble green eyes. “Do you know where the men’s room in this place is?” He asked. Until now I hadn’t noticed that I, too, needed relief from the large coffee I’d sucked down earlier. “I’m sure we can find it,” I murmured, hoping no one overheard me.

By this time we were in the hallway, and a security cop pointed the way. It was a small room, only one urinal and one stall. Hans said, “Which you want?” I took the stall. But not before Hans whipped out his immaculate, very mature, blue-white seven inches of manmeat, a striking contrast to his young skin and bouncy energy. “Man, it feels good to let this thing out!” he exclaimed, pointing the swelling member ahead of him as he waddled toward the urinal. “You know, sometimes I think underwear is a curse,” he said, turning his attention to his aim. I’d forgotten to move, my hand on my fly, my mouth hanging open. I’d also forgotten to breathe. I suddenly realized how obvious I was becoming and stepped inside the stall...leaving the door open.

His horse piss was forceful and loud. He sighed, “Whew, I needed that!” I had a steady stream going, myself, and wondered how 12 ounces of coffee could produce a gallon of piss. Hans had stepped to the door of the stall. I moved to the side, careful to maintain aim at the bowl, and glanced over at him. He was standing there with his cock hanging out of his fly as if this were the most natural and normal way to wear the appendage. “I wonder if you could help me?” he bantered, all fake innocence. My piss stopped as if a spigot had been shut off. I started to stow it, but the boy stepped up to me and smoothly took my dick out of my hand. “Don’t put that away yet,” he purred in that deep, furry voice. When he looked up at me, my whole spine felt the jolt. Those eyes were a combination of pleading, sweetness and sheer animal lust. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it.

“What if someone comes?” My croaked whisper sounded almost comic. Without turning around, he caught the door with his shoe and kicked it shut, reaching over to lock it. “We’ll keep real quiet, so no one will know!” His eyes were wide with mock innocence and playfulness. We were two Boy Scouts plotting a prank. My knees felt shaky. I cupped his small, hairless nuts in my left hand while handling his eight-inch steel with my right. He jumped as my hand closed over an arrow-shaped cockhead, now a shiny purple with a tight foreskin rolled back from the crown. A soft “unh-huh” from him told me how close he was. I let go of the cock, gently squeezed his nuts and looked into his eyes. I had just had the thought: Can I suck it? when he nodded and pressed down on my shoulder. I sat on the toilet rim, aware of the cold piss spatter on my bare butt. Hans was breathing in deep, full breaths. As I sank his blue-white, wide meat down my throat, I turned my head slightly to the side to avoid my teeth on the satiny skin of his shaft. I gagged slightly at its length, then thrust his heat two or three times down my gullet until I nuzzled his soft blond fleece. I pulled long, slow tugs on my own seven and a half inches. Letting his man-sized cock slip a little from my mouth so I could tongue the proud head, I tasted a flood of boy pre-cum. When I flicked my tongue into the small slit, his knees buckled and he almost fell against me. “Oh, Daddy, eat that thing! I’m about to come!”

Not ready just yet to be finished with my prize, I formed a cavern with my throat, keeping my lips firmly pressed around the base of his cock. Now his uncut meat was held firm, but his shaft and head weren’t getting any stimulation. His breathing came in full, slower pulls. He ran his hand over his face and looked down to meet my eyes with wonder. Hot damn! I was giving him some surprises! My dick jumped as I realized that I could overwhelm this lusty boy stud. “Hey, Daddy, you sure know how to make me crazy!” his fresh, rich baritone sang through a wicked smile. Pulling under my arms, he said, “Come up here and let me have some of that daddy pud.” Releasing his cock, I staggered to my feet, pre-cum threading from my dick to my pants, down around my ankles. Hans dropped his baggy pants and skinned out of his white bikini briefs, hanging them on the door hook. Before I could get a good look at his hard, smooth ass he turned back to me and reached for my shirt buttons. As he opened my shirt, he found my left nipple and gave a healthy twist. I gasped as he pulled, and I felt my other nipple harden. He ran his hand over my sparse, gray chest fur down to my belly. For a moment he focused some very intense attention on rubbing and kneading my belly.

Now, I’m not particularly proud of my lazy man’s paunch, and Hans’ touch as well as his full attention to my stomach felt a little irritating. I was about to protest when he said, “Man, I really like your belly. I want one someday.” My mind ran amok, but my dick recognized a good thing and gushed pre-cum like it hadn’t since about 25 years ago. Suddenly I was his! My mind was having the devil’s own time trying to grasp that he found this body of mine an object of lust, but my dick sucked up the attention and began to send sensations to my balls and my ass I hadn’t felt for years! I forcibly removed his hand from pumping my own thick cock. It bobbed up and down, but I held my cum in for dear life. I was not going to come just yet. I hadn’t even felt his butt, and I wanted a taste of his boy hole.

Suddenly Hans was facedown in my crotch, licking my egg-sized nuts and chewing my ball hairs. His surprisingly wiry goatee pushed into the base of my nuts, sending thrills over my butthole and down my legs. My legs were trembling. I could see his dick flopping between his thighs. It had gone down just a little, needing more stimulation, and the foreskin formed a real good nozzle over the pointy head. I really wanted to chew on that. “Boy, let me have some of that foreskin,” I said, pulling his head away from my crotch. “Fuck! I want you to come for me!” he said. The urgency of his need surprised me. It was almost enough to send me over the edge. “Not yet! You’ll get it all when I’m ready,” I promised. “Yes, sir!” His enthusiastic obedience set off another small internal explosion. I could feel the contractions beginning. I took a deep breath and held it, squeezing my eyes shut just for a second, willing my cum to be still. I wondered how long I could keep this up!

When Hans stood up, he put one arm around my neck and planted a hot, moist kiss on my lips. His mouth was insistent; he held on tight and his tongue was another cock, probing the depths of my throat. Violently, he pulled away and muttered, “Man, you are so fucking hot!” As he began to make love to my right nipple, I took both his butt cheeks in my hands and raised him up, squeezing, lifting and separating. One of my fingers found his hot, moist pucker, and I began making tiny, insistent circles around the sphincter.

Suddenly time seemed to be moving as if made of honey; it was like a sports cast slo-mo replay as he raised his legs to my waist and wrapped the strong, sinewy smoothness around me, his crotch pressing into my lower belly and my cock. We were stirring up a powerful man smell of sex and good, healthy sweat. He grasped my body with his knees and thrust his cock against my cock. Now, I had both middle fingers inside the moist mouth of his young, talented boycunt, and it was trying to suck more in. I was working two fingers of each hand in to the second knuckle, and he was bucking against my intrusion, sliming my hairy belly with his pre-cum, panting like a drowning man.

His breath was wet and hot in my ear as he hissed, “Fuck that hole, Daddy! Fuck me with your big ole dick!” I covered his mouth roughly with my palm. His eyes were wide over my hand as he got ready for the fuck of his life. “Spit!” I ordered him. He hawked from deep in his throat. “More!” I demanded. He worked up another mouthful and spit it into my hand. Drool was running down his neck and my hand as I brought the slime to his hole and began to work it into the hot entry. My dick was right there, and I slimed it with the spit as well. Then I placed his pucker on my mushroom head and began to let his weight force him down onto my cock, the hard core of my shaft pressing the spongy head into his elastic hole.

At that moment, the door to the restroom banged against the wall. “Hans! Are you in here? Where’d you go?” His father’s voice sounded more annoyed than angry. Not daring to breathe, I very slowly sat down on the toilet. Hans pulled his legs high, silently planting the soles of his tennis shoes against the wall behind me, out of the line of sight, should anyone look under the partition. I looked to his face, but his eyes were closed, shutting out the interruption. Curling his golden head to my shoulder, he whispered, “Come on, Daddy, don’t stop now!” And with an almost inaudible sigh lowered himself all the way to my pubes, taking my whole cock into his furnace of an ass. Gripping me with his knees, he paused for a moment and relaxed. Paralyzed with fear, my dick got miraculously harder, and then I heard his father’s voice, “Where the hell is that boy?” as the door closed behind his retreating footsteps.

As he began to rock his pelvis slowly back and forth, working my cock deeper with each thrust, he said, “I’ve never had such a big dick inside me before. I don’t ever want you to take it out!” With that he closed his eyes, arched his back and began to work my dick around in circles inside his hot, wet ass. As his breathing increased, he began to buck back and forth, forcing my dick almost all the way out then sucking it deep into his insatiable hole, all the while squeezing his sphincter muscles and milking my cock of all it’s pre-cum. This time, as the edge began to approach, I knew I wasn’t going to stop.

I needed this fuck more than life itself. I wanted to give this baby man the fucking of his life. I wanted to make such love to him that he would be helpless from it. As he came slamming down to my balls, I began thrusting up into his hot pink hole. Through clenched teeth, I managed, “Hans, I’m about to come! Take it all, boy. FUCK! You are one hot father fucker!” With his heels on the back of the toilet seat, he managed to rise up, pulling my whole shaft out of his hole, holding my big, hard cockhead with his sphincter like a fist. He took a deep breath and held it as he came crashing down, plunging my dick all the way up his ass. Then he held stock still. I felt the throbbing in his ass just as my balls began to unload. His ass contracted maybe three times; his purple-headed dick bobbed like a live thing between our still bellies before its first shot of jism hit my chin. As I unloaded gush after gush of solid cum up his ass, his boy cum roped up my chest and splashed onto his small, pink nipples. He gripped my shoulders tightly, holding me in his strong, young arms, holding on for dear life as his whole body unloaded a lot of pent-up loving. His pulsating ass ring was milking all of my cum into him.

We stayed like that for maybe five minutes before my cock plopped out of his hole. Sweat darkened his golden locks, plastered to his forehead. His mouth sought mine, and we kissed warmly and deeply. Then I got a surprise. As I felt him tighten his belly, he began to let my hot, steamy load mixed with his ass juices run down over my cock and balls, like I was coming again--in buckets. Then he quieted.

Sated and dazed, Hans turned and found the toilet paper. Without moving from his position, he tore off a length. He reached beneath his suspended ass and found my drooping dick, then lovingly cleaned it off, looking me in the eyes as he did so. Without saying a word, we stopped and listened for any other patrons. There were none, and he unwound himself from me and stood up. I just had to feel that foreskin in my mouth, so I took his now spent five incher between my lips. He rested his hands on his slender hips, looking down at me as I ran my tongue into his foreskin and tasted the last of his salty, spermy cum. He backed away and said softly, “I need to go.”

He took his pants from the door hook and stepped into them. “How about your underwear?” I asked. He took the underwear in his hand. “Get up,” he said. I stood, and stepped away from the toilet as I pulled up my trousers and began rearranging my clothes. As he let loose another horse piss, Hans brought his dirty briefs to the golden stream, soaking the crotch pouch in piss. He finished, flipping his dick out of sight into his baggy pants and zipping up in one smooth action. “Here.” He held the piss soaked briefs out to me. “I’ve worn them for three days, so they should smell pretty good,” he said with a sidelong grin, turning away and walking to the mirror. I folded the soggy wad into my coat pocket. “I look like shit!” he laughed to his reflection, making an attempt to comb his hair with his fingertips. He bent over and doused his face with cold water, reaching for a paper towel as he came up.

“I want to thank you,” I began. “Hey,” he cut me off as he threw the towel away. “Don’t say anything. . . . Please.” He grabbed my shirtfront in his fist and pulled my face to his for a brief, lips-only, warm kiss. Then he looked into my eyes for a frozen moment. “I gotta go.” He walked to the door and opened it. In the doorway his suddenly loud voice was startling. “You seen my old man in here, Man?” “Hans?” a voice called from the hallway. As the door close, he winked and was gone.

I retrieved the wad of damp briefs from my pocket. Bringing them gently to my nose, I inhaled deeply. Then I caught sight of myself in the mirror. What surprised me were my tears.

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