Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I followed the older man. It was so hot I could even feel the sweat between my arse cheeks and between my legs. I licked my lips and tasted my salty sweat as I followed him blindly, my eyes rarely straying from his rounded backside. Not once did we speak and not once did he look behind him to make sure I was still following, he didn't need to and we both knew what was going to happen.
I was surprised when we walked into a large pub; I had expected a hotel room. There weren't many people around as it was just after midday. The man went towards the toilets and I sat down thinking we were going to have a beer. He turned around for the first time as he opened the toilet door and nodded his head towards me and then nodded his head inside. I cottoned on straight away and once more followed him in. The toilets were sparkling clean and smelt of freshly poured bleach. There was a very long trough at the very end where at least a dozen could relieve there full bladders all at once and some sort of mirror effect all around which meant people could watch other men going to the toilet with out looking sideways. Soft music was playing from somewhere as the man took me by the hand and guided me into a clean cubicle. As soon as he locked the door he turned around. He stood directly in front of me and gently undid my shirt, took it off and dropped it on the floor. I tried to do the same to him,
'Don't worry about me,' he said gently as he smiled. 'You just relax and let me do everything.'
His hands went either side of my hips and he slowly slid his hands up and down all over my slim naked torso. A moan escaped from my lips as his hands went over my chest and over my nipples. His fingers flickered over my tingling hard nipples and he gently squeezed them. His hot mouth covered my lips and sucked my tongue into his mouth. I closed my eyes as his one of his hands covered the bulge between my legs as he still tweaked one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. I heard the zip of my shorts being pulled down as he carried on bathing my tongue with his saliva.
'You are very sexy,' he said quietly as his hands undid the button on my shorts making them fall to the ground around my ankles.
Once more he tickled my balls through my underpants and outlined my raging hard on with his other hand. He must have sensed I was aching for him to get my pants down as after a few minutes of him tickling my cock and balls he slowly peeled my wet underpants down and pushed me on the toilet seat. As I sat down he took away the clothes that were wrapped around my ankles and put them next to my shirt. He spread my legs open, got his own dick out and knelt between my legs. He started torturing my naked thighs with his tickling fingers again as they danced over my outer thighs first and then the inside slowly making their way to my tightening nut sac. All the time I was making a continual guttural noise. By the time his hands and mouth touched my bollocks my cock was dripping in pre-cum. At long last he gripped my penis and pulled my foreskin all the way back and took my cock into his mouth. The feeling was electrifying and I held on tightly to the toilet seat below me trying not to cum too quickly.
I was almost shouting as he was taking my whole length in and out of his mouth and then just sucking on my knob end and then taking it all again. My whole body tingled all over followed by an uncontrollable shaking as my nuts tightened up so much they began to ache.
I did shout out loud as my cock swelled up in his mouth and the first of my cum shot out like a steaming train straight down his throat. I held on tight to the toilet as my body shook violently. Spurt after spurt went down his throat like a tidal wave. It took me a while to calm down and I was surprised how drained of energy I felt. The man looked up at me and patted my knee.
'Come on,' he said with twinkling eyes, 'let me buy you a drink.' It was then that I remembered he hadn't cum.
'What about you?' I said to him as I pointed to his dick as he put it back in his trousers.
He smiled sweetly,
'Don't worry about me; I like to keep myself excited for a few days before I actually cum.'
I shrugged my shoulders and got dressed. He waited for me to finish and we left together. As we went back into the bar I noticed the music had changed to pop and it was quite loud. The bar man looked over at me as I sat down in a comfortable seat and he smiled and winked at me knowingly. The bar was now very busy and as I waited for my drink I realised it must be a gay bar. There were men everywhere. Some were kissing some were holding each others' hands and a couple were nodding their heads to the music. The atmosphere was lively and everyone seemed to be in a good mood. My pint of beer arrived and the old man and I chatted for quite a while.
As we spoke I kept looking around the room like a kid in a candy store. A couple of men kept looking back at me and smiling but it was the barman who caught my attention the most. He couldn't seem to take his eyes of me in between serving customers. I thought he was stunning. He was about my age, maybe a little older. Jet black hair with the fringe dyed blond, clean shaven and it looked as if he swam or worked out on a regular basis. I watched him as he came from out of the bar and picked up a few empty glasses at a table near us. My heart missed a beat as he provocatively bent over the table to pick another glass up. His black trousers hugged his arse to perfection. He turned his head to look at me whilst he was still bent over and smiled seductively. The man sitting next to me chuckled.
'I can see your going to have fun in Blackpool,' he said as he stood up. He told me where he was staying if I fancied meeting up with him again and gave me his phone number.
'I'll get you another drink and then I shall be on my way,' he said and went back to the bar. I watched him as he spoke to the barman and heard them both laugh. The older man left with a wave as he went back out into the sunlight.