Oiled Guy and the Old Man

 Near Home, October, 2025

As I mentioned in the last post, there was a scene that I was not personally involved in that I wanted to write up.  So here I am donning my reporter’s hat as I continue to chronicle how men play…

 

While I was initially playing with Cute College Kid, I mentioned an older Black man who came over to get a good look at what we were doing.  At first, I couldn’t tell if he wanted to be included or was simply wanting to watch the live porn.  When we moved our play to the back corner, he followed us a few moments later, still keeping a very respectful distance.  While CCK was on his phone after his first cumshot, I waved the guy over, thinking he’d like a turn on my dick.  Instead, he sat down across from us.  A voyeur, it seemed.  Fine.

Around that same time a new man came in.  I recognized him from the other bookstore in the area.  He is around my age, tall, thin and his MO is to strip naked and cover himself in baby oil.  I have fucked him on two occasions—and neither were any fun.  I found him demanding (without the talent to back up those demands) and living more in his dream of what sex with him is like versus the reality. 

After stripping off tights and a tee, he sat near the black man.  He seemed to be already oiled, but that didn’t stop him from adding more.  Once glistening, he sat and began jerking his sizeable dick.

The next time I glanced in his direction, he was in the midst of pulling a large dildo out of his ass.  He waved it around a little before placing it on the seat next to him.  Still, no one in the room engaged with him.

Once my mouth was full of CCK’s second load, I glanced over again at the oiled-up guy.  The older Black man was picking up the guy’s dildo.  The owner lifted his legs and let him try to work it back in his hole.  That didn’t last long.

“Stand up,” murmured the Black man.

Th Oiled Guy did—and he bent over, offering his ass to the Black man.  I watched as the Black guy shoved his cock into the shiny ass.  He didn’t fuck long but soon gave him every drop of his load.  He pulled out—and went straight to the rest room, before leaving altogether.  Oiled Guy sat down and smirked.

In came the oldest man I know from here.  He has been coming here at least as long as I have.  And he seemed old 15 years ago.  He once was tall, but is now bent.  He usually shuffles around the room, sees what’s happening and goes out to talk to the friendly desk clerk.  I have seen him stroke a cock.  He’s stroked mine.  Did I see him play more when I first saw him?  I can’t remember. 

But in he comes.  He slowly makes the circuit of the room.  Some men avoid his glance.  Others nod to him.  He shuffles right past me—his eyes bedazzled by the reflected light making Oiled Guy shine.  He stops.  He reaches for the oiled-up cock.  He strokes.  He sighs.

“Don’t jerk it.  Suck it.”

I am amazed he doesn’t turn and leave.  Instead, we watch his long, slow descent to his knees. 

Oiled Guy is impatient.  “Suck it, you old queen.”

He’s on the floor now—and takes the slick cock into his mouth.  I watch Oiled Guy’s expression change to pleasure.  But it doesn’t make him stop talking.  “Lick me good.  Get that tongue in my piss slit.  Deeper, Grandpa.  Take all of it down your throat…”

The old guy chokes.  And both seem delighted.  There is lots of slobbering on the once oily shaft.  Now he moves to licking his balls.  Oiled Guy grabs the back of his head and pushes him roughly into his balls sack, cutting off the guy’s wind.  

“Lower.”  It’s a command and the old guy obeys.  His tongue goes down the slick perineum.   Oiled Guy pulls his legs up and holds them behind his knees.  “Taste my ass!”

His tongue finds his gaping hole.  I can see by Oiled Guy’s face when the old guy’s tongue enters him.  “Taste that load?  Felch that bred bum hole!”

The old guy groans.  And he begins to moan as he sucks the cum out of the guy’s hole.  Years seem to drop away.  He’s getting to do something he obviously loved in his younger days.  His whole body seems less tense. 

Oiled Guy keeps up the dirty monologue.   Calling him a filthy fuck hole felcher.

The old guy comes up for air.  Panting.  He tries to get up and can’t.  Oiled Guy grabs the dildo.  He makes the cum hound suck it.  Then he pulls the older man back down to his balls.

But the spurt of energy that came with felching has waned.  He can’t do any more.  He struggles up, using the arm of another chair.  He shuffles out of the room, slower than when he came in.

Oiled Guy slumps back in his chair.  He looks at my cock, but I’m not going there.

I can’t stop thinking about the old guy. 

I mean, will that be me in twenty years…???