I met Barry by sheer accident on a train, it would have been coming back from London. We
‘ accidentally ‘ brushed past each other in the isle as we passed each other, my nipples visibly poking through the material of my thin shirt, well only hours earlier I'd been with ‘ friends’ who made good use of them, also sore from the good fucking they gave me. He ‘ inadvertently ‘ looked at them and gave me a knowing smile before walking away, I thought no more of it and made my way to first class. Sitting down , it was still over an hour to go so got my book out, totally engrossed in it , a voice asked if the seat next to me was free, looking up , it was the man i'd passed earlier, stumbling over my words I said yes, oh good as he sat next to me, ‘Hi I'm Barry’, shaking hands, introductions over he carried on ‘sorry if I stared at you earlier I'm sure you get that all the time’ looking down at my nipples, this was a bit awkward for me as Barry was quite confident and forward ‘ I have a friend with a similar condition so I apologise if I've offended you ’ if Barry knew how my nipples got this big he'd probably run a mile so I played along, his body language was setting off alarm bells but this 70 something grey haired man just wanted someone to talk to.
‘ I'm a widower’ he told me ‘ living on my own’ this was sounding more like he was chatting me up, he must have been really confident. Getting his phone out he showed me a few old pictures of him and his wife in some very exotic holiday locations,scrolling through, a photo popped up I don't think he was expecting? , a man lying on a bed, his nipples large, if not larger than mine being sucked into a glass cylinder. He tried to quickly change the view but too late, without thinking I just said, ‘ is this the friend with the same condition as me' slightly red faced he stuttered as he put his phone away but it was too late, if he was ‘ fishing’ I was about to take the bait, ‘ looks like he was enjoying that’ Barry looked at me, then my nipples, he was about to take a big chance, looking round, the carriage was empty besides us , ‘ may i’ he asked pointing at my re Harding nipples, I sat back into the seat and watched as his hand went to my left nipple, softly he brushed over it, this new sensation I was still getting used too but my body relaxed, a deep sigh was the signal he needed to continue to explore my nipples, undoing a couple of buttons on my shirt , a hand went in to cup my swollen breast and nipple from my earlier antics that day. Barry circled both my nipples, judging the size and firmness, by now I was totally relaxed, eyes closed as he softly rubbed over them, suddenly he gripped the larger of my nipples, gripping it hard and twisted it outwards, that brought me back to reality! I hadn't made a noise throughout, apart from my deep breathing, he withdrew his hand, was this some sort of test? ‘ I can see you need some work on these’ as he tweaked my nipples through my shirt, by now I was hard and frustrated but he never touched me anywhere else. Now speaking more professionally ‘ here's my number if you ever want to achieve your potential ‘ He got up, this is my stop and walked away leaving me in a state, my cock hard and unused, my nipples crying out for more. Once home , I got straight into the shower for some ‘ self love’ . My wife seemed more than interested in what happened and said maybe I should take him up on his offer. I kept looking at his number on my phone, should I or shouldn't I? By the end of the week I couldn't take it any more, his mere touch of my sensitive nipples had started a chain reaction within me, I finally pressed on his number, a voice greeted me ‘ hi Barry here' I tried to think what to say but fluffed it ‘ hi I don't know if you remember me, we met on the train’ Barry's reply totally caught me off guard ‘ ah yes, your the one with the amazing nipples’ The whole call had the hallmarks of a first date as I fumbled through the call but the upshot was he'd see me in three weeks, it couldn't be any sooner as I had abstain from sex for that period, he said it would enhance our meeting exponentially, I didn't know what the exactly meant by that but boy did I find out!
The day of the meet, I had a shower, putting on my red satin panties and black holdups , just in case!
I was met at the station, Barry smarty dressed, I got into his car and he drove off, the drive wasn't long as we turned into his drive, once in I was invited into the front room, I noticed the heavy purple velvet curtains which dominated it, no chance of anyone peeking in! ‘ Take your trousers off but keep your shirt on and Sit here’ pointing at the leather sofa. He looked at my skimpy red satin knickers and hold ups but really didn't take much notice. I sat down and sank into it as if it was trying to swallow me up. ‘give me a minute whilst I fetch my things’ seconds later he came back into the room with a trolley with all sorts of, I guess scientific glass jars and tubes. I was given the opportunity to back out now if I wanted, I wanted this ever since he aroused my nipples on the train, no way was I backing out.
He sat next to me, no kissing, no playing with my cock, which was super hard, he just went for my tits, very gently he brushed a finger over them which caused them to swell instantly, ‘good’ he said as he continued to help himself to my now aroused nipples, then one by one he undid the buttons on my shirt until he could get his hand in, his fingers now brushing over my smooth , erect nipples. Eyes now closed I just let him help himself to my body. The sensations he caused me to feel swept through my body, he knew actually what he was doing. More buttons undone until he was able to remove my shirt. More teasing of my nipples, now pinching and pulling at them, ‘ I'll soon have these looking more presentable ‘ he said as he moved in to suck at my nipples, my sighs of absolute pleasure was the signal for Barry to step it up a notch, licking my nipples for one last time , he told me to stand up and remove my knickers, at last I thought! However he just put a large towel under me to sit on , so I didn't make a mess on the sofa , well that sounded promising. Barry now reaching for the bell jars, which I guess were about 6 inches across, wiping my breasts with a damp sponge to help with the adhesion he placed them one at a time over my tits, twisting a valve on top of the jar, he started pumping away , sucking the air out the jar, pulling my tits up into the jar, he did the same with the other one, as it was my first time I'd only have 10 minutes with these. A couple more squeezes on the bulb pulled more of my tits into the jar, they were looking quite impressive as
they became more pronounced. I was enjoying the sight as they swelled and turned a dark red, all too soon, and to my great disappointment, a timer went off and Barry turned the valve to let the air back in the jars, my newly formed boobs sank ‘ mostly ‘ back to my chest but still leaving a noticeable shape. The next step was my nipples themselves, Barry told me I'd have only 15 minutes with them. Again, one at a time the cylinders were put over my nipples and sucked in the vacuum, now a bit more subtle from the first session, they were easily sucked up the tubes, nice pink nipples now turning red as they were stretched to their limits. Timer now set he produced his camera to record my ‘ initiation ‘ as my nipples were pulled into the cylinders, now rosy red, swollen, the tips now pronounced. Yes, it wasn't totally pain free but it was worth it. The timer went off ‘ that's enough I think’ one last look at my grossly enlarged deep red nipples before he opened the valves. The pressure normalised but my nipples more or less remained the same. Hmmmm, nice Barry said as he took a few more photos.
This was the moment he'd worked up to, now it was time to reap his reward.
Removing all his equipment he sat next to me, his fingers now explored my swollen nipples and breasts, my eyes closed as he softly brushed over them,
Every touch from his fingers sent sensations through my body , my cock, now, the hardest it had ever been for a while, crying out to be touched but he didn't, and never would, adding to my confused feelings and frustration. His focus was on my tits, especially my ruby red hard nipples which now felt like leather rather than the soft smooth nipples he started out with.
He seemed to watch my facial expressions as he continued to tease and please my attention hungry nipples. He had an idea what was to happen, throughout the whole session, he never touched my cock, I really wanted him to wank me off, I was now desperate to cum, then something happened that I wasn't expecting, a few more brushes over my nipples then his tongue dancing over them, my cock twitched, my whole body spasmed and felt, well indescribable! I gripped his wrists and cried out, real tears, I was actually crying as my cock now involuntarily spewed out some spunk, not a lot I grant you but a small puddle into my navel.
He smiled at me and my state of pure unadulterated ecstasy.
I think we're done here, WHAT! I thought to myself, he was adamant he wasn't going to finish me off so to speak. Save it for later he told me, I wasn't 100% sure what he meant by that remark , but begrudgingly got dressed, my nipples very prominent through my thin shirt, perhaps not the best thing to be wearing on the train back! I got some looks. I can tell you! He made me a cup of tea and chatted some, telling me that he'd never had anyone respond to his treatment like me. I blushed, if only he knew what a slut I was! and told me if I ever wanted to do that again , call him, The journey home was as I'd feared as people stared at my super enlarged nipples, I was also desperate to cum, my tablets still working!
Soon as I got through the door, the first thing my wife noticed was my tits, giz a look she joking said, shirt off she took the sight in rather well I thought, my breasts still enlarged from the bell chambers and my nipples like a stack of 10p coins, her mistake was to touch them! Grabbing her hand , I led her upstairs, she knew what I needed, straight on the bed, knickers off and her skirt hitched up, no foreplay, I was desperate to cum and I think she knew it, here we were, two 60 somethings fucking like teenagers again, no hint of my ED, what ever Barry had done to me was nothing short of a miracle, thrusting into my wife as I held onto her tits to stop them uncontrollably swinging back and forth, I don't think she could believe how randy id suddenly become! However I wasn't to last long as my orgasm was nothing short of miraculous as I came into her with such force before we both collapsed onto the bed I don't know who was more surprised as I came like never before. I think when Barry said save it for later maybe this is what he meant and how right he was! to be honest I think we both got something out of my visit, the rest of that weekend was absolutely magical. My next meeting with Barry had similar results making me hungry for more, but I think he was working up to achieve a goal of his own as on one visit he hinted I should bring my wife. I'd have to ask her, I said but I wasn't aware what his real plans for her were until the day, but at least we were back on familiar territory!
