The pub

I was visiting a friend in the inner city .We had had a few drinks and met a couple of girls at a local pub/pool hall.It was quite a big place and there was quite a crowd that night.My friend had hit it off with one of the girls and was obviously going to score that night so he and one of the girls headed back to his place while I waited at the pub for a couple of hours for the all clear.I was very used to this scenario as I was very nervous around girls and my friend just seemed to have the knack.Come to think of it I had never hit it off with any girl .Anyhow .I was sitting at a table by myself drinking a lager, feeling a little left out when a voice from beside me said " Do you mind if I sit down? ".I looked up to see a man in his early fifties, lean , tanned and sort of pleasant looking.He just seemed kind.I know it seems a strange thing to say but in a few moments I had judged this person as non threatening.
"Oh no problem"I blurted out.He sat down and surveyed the scene at the pool tables.I tried to act nonchalant and continued to sip my beer, but I was a little nervous for some reason.
"Are you here by yourself?" He asked after a while.I explained the scenario with my friend .He seemed very interested in what I had to say and I found myself becoming quite at ease.Strange again, because I am usually very wary with strangers.He introduced himself as John and I told him my name ,which is Ken.I was still a bit nervous though and went to fetch another beer.When I came back John was still at the table.I sat down and while I sipped my beer John asked me more questions about myself. I sort of felt like the centre of his attention and for a shy fella like me it was a nice feeling .Eventually after an hour or so John said that he had to go.He had a pet cat at home that needed feeding and he hated to leave it by itself for too long.
"I know you have only just met me and don't know me from Adam , Ken, but if you are still waiting for your friend to give the all clear, I don't mind if you wait at my place.?".I had had a few beers and this was the absolute last thing I would ever do.But I suppose my judgement was questionable with my alcohol consumption, but also I liked John and I sort of liked the fact that he considered me worthy of spending time with.I suppose I was flattered .So I said o.k.
John's place was only a few blocks walking distance from the pub. For some reason we walked in silence.It sort of felt like he was " taking me home".Every now and then he would say something that would put me at ease but overall I felt a sense of expectation building , a sort of excitement.It sounds silly, but it was almost sexual .
Eventually we arrived and my nervousness continued to build.So much so that the first thing I had to do was head to the toilet.John seemed very caring and pointed the way, he was calm and said he had to feed the cat ,but to make myself at home in the lounge room after I finished in the loo.I pulled out my dick to pee only to find I was getting a nice little boner.I peed through my semi hard on and stuffed it back in my jeans.
The lounge room had soft , plush , leather seating. my body just seemed to sink into it.The lighting was not dark but equally not bright.It was then That the penny dropped.On the walls were a few photographic artworks.They were very well photographed prints , but they were prints of men, NUDE! Men.There were shadowed buttocks, flaccid penis's , pubic hair and rippled torsos.All very artfully photographed , but men , nude men.I was 25 years old and certainly not innocent of the world anymore but this was gay, John was gay!And then I did something that amazed me.I stayed,I did not run screaming out into the night, I stayed.
"Would you like another beer Ken , or scotch or wine or, (slight pause followed by a knowing smile)whatever ?" John said as he poked his head into the room.
"oh scotch would be nice"I said .John returned a few minutes later with two scotches.He set the drinks down on the coffee table .It was then I noticed he was wearing a white terry toweling robe and had obviously had a shower.He sat down and gazed (, it is the only word applicable) into my eyes.He placed a hand on my knee and kindly and gently said. "Darling , if you would like a shower there is another robe in the bathroom,I would love it if you would put it on for me".A surge of electricity went through my body.I was so self conscious , I wanted to cover my crotch because my cock was literally throbbing.
"Oh o.k I said, taking a huge gulp of scotch.I stood up which just seemed too place my tented pants in his face so I quickly spun around and headed for the bathroom.
Undressing in this strangers house just seemed like I was exposing myself in public.In the shower I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down.i could not douse my erection though.Thankfully though after I dried and placed the robe on I felt much more relaxed and became flaccid again.Anyway the folds of the robe would serve to hide any future erections.I was not really thinking at all I was just going with the flow, it was comfortable, exciting and easy I felt alive.
I returned to the lounge room to find that the lights were a little dimmer.John smiled and I could see that he had refilled my scotch.There was also a magazine on the coffee table.
"How did your body like the shower Ken ?" He asked , his kind eyes drifting from mine downwards to linger and follow the contours of the robe.
"Just wonderfull " I replied, "these robes are so soft"!
John smiled at me again while gazing deep into my eyes."You have a beautiful body Ken you should wear as little as possible" .As seduction lines go this was fairly blatant ,but I blushed , smiled and looked away.My eyes found the magazine on the table and I reached for it nervously , it had foreign writing on the cover and a picture of a windmill in a lush green field.When I opened it though my arousal continued.The first page was of two naked ,very well endowed men in a sort of 69 position sucking each other's cocks.The quality of the pictures was superb and every pubic hair, every vein seemed to be captured in superb detail.I may add that this was before the age of the Internet and this sort of material was not widely available.In fact I had never seen anything so explicit.Oh sure I had seen playboy , but never two men.
John excused himself to go and pee and while he was away I leafed through the magazine.I was particularly excited by the pictures of men fucking.Great close ups of cocks entering anus's and semen dripping from mouths , cocks and arse holes.When John came back I had placed the magazine safely back on the coffee table, my cock was throbbing but it was safely obscured by the folds of the robe.John turned the lights down further and turned some low background music on.Possibly "Sade" or similar.He sat down extremely close to me, his hand finding the joining fold of the robe, he opened it slightly and ran his hand slowly up and down from my knee almost to touching my heavy swollen member.His eyes gazed into mine,searching for any sign of unavailability and found none, I was his and he could do with me what he wanted.He leaned towards me and kissed me, slowly at first, but with increasing passion , licking and sucking my lips in a passionate embrace.His tongue plunged into my mouth like a warm moist waterfall.His breathing was heavy and fast, his hands roamed beneath my robe exploring my naked flesh, touching and probing my most intimate parts.He peeled my robe away from my shoulders until I lay there naked, exposed , entirely vulnerable .His mouth explored further what his hands had preciously discovered.Then he was sucking, great greedy mouthfuls of hardened warm flesh and veins.Ecstasy was where I lived as his hands magically produced a warm lubricating liquid that he rubbed onto and into me as he sucked.Momentarily sated by my throbbing flesh he sat up and removed his robe, exposing his huge throbbing sex.He brought it to my face and I sucked him greedily , licking, sucking and inserting my tongue around and into every spare inch of his sex.He was covered in lube, slippery and moist.With a little force he reached for my hand and assisted me to my feet . he kissed me passionately again , with need and lust.He turned me around and had me bend over with my hands on the back of the lounge with my legs apart.His hand ran itself over my exposed buttocks, expectation increased.He slapped my buttocks quite hard , then I could feel the hot slippery feel of his kisses on my arse, moving eventually to my exposed and vulnerable entrance.His tongue darted in, opening me like a flower .Then he slapped me again me harder , but not too painful. on my arse cheeks.
Spread eagled in front of him I awaited him.His hands gripped my hips as his sex moved down my crack finding my puckered peach and slowly forcing his way in,taking me .He entered me slowly , but it was such a tight warm sensation.I felt like I was riding a huge wet,warm slippery pole .With each slow stroke he grunted with the effort.His lust split me wide open.
That night he fucked me over the lounge, in his king bed, on the lounge room floor and the next morning in the shower .His issue crept from my rear and ran down my leg, I drank it from him as he spurted into my mouth and licked it slowly from his cock after he had fucked me.I knew every inch of his body as he knew mine.I was opened to a wondrous new world and I loved it.