I watched him as he took a slash. He was completely unaware that I was there, in the cubicle behind him. My cock was hard as I slowly stroked it, the pre-cum dripping silently onto the floor. I was a man possessed, I needed some action, and I was going to make sure it was with him. He was a young lad, must have been only 19 or 20 years old. He was quite tall, but thin, his hair cut short, a blond lad, just the way I liked them. He didn’t look like he could put up much of a fight. I was much older than he was. Old enough to be hid grandfather perhaps. I had kept in good shape since retiring, my 67 year old body still felt like a young man. My large build had helped me catch admiring glances from many women, but I didn’t care for them, I liked my boys. He had finished pissing. One, two, three shakes as he milked his cock free of pee. He walked over and began to wash his hands, this was my moment, this was my chance. I burst from my den, and surrounded him. He jumped at the sudden noise, spun round and saw me standing in front of him. His eyes were drawn to my 8 inch cock that was now standing to full attention. I clasped it in one hand and continued to stroke it. He made a move for the door, but I quickly cut him off. The lad was panicking, unsure what to do. I slowly inched forward, maintain eye contact with my young prey. He started to back away, his arms up in the air…I suppose I was holding a gun after all. And this gun wanted to shoot its load all up his tight 19 year old ass. He now had his back up against the wall, he had nowhere to go. I was now inches away from him, I started to rub my dick a little faster, the excitement getting to me a little. I managed to control myself before it was too late. We were in complete silence, alone in my cottage, what was going to happen now I wonder? Well if he had any doubts it all became clear when I pointed to the floor. He looked confused, I pointed again. Now the lad got it, he slowly knelt down, I could tell he was nervous, he was shaking a little. I took another step closer, my sword now centimetres away from his mouth. He recoiled, partly in fear and partly because he had just had a whiff of my fishy cock. “Suck it boy.” I boomed. There was a pause, but he eventually leant forward and took my dick in his 19 year old mouth. He seemed reluctant at first, but began to suck my 67 year old cock hard and fast. He was enjoying his meal. He started playing with my saggy balls, he must have felt just how moist they were. It was hot and stuffy in my cottage, I liked it this way, it kept all the smells in. I looked down and admired as his youthful lips were now surrounding my old smelly knob. His hands playing with my giant, sweaty balls. I felt myself nearing the end. I had to push him away. He fell backwards, his breathing erratic. He wasn’t sure what to do. I helped him up, took his hand and led him into my den. I locked the cubicle door behind me. He stared at me, he was under my spell, hypnotised. It was now my turn to have my dirty way with him. I wanted to break him, to take his cherry, I wanted him leaving my cottage red fucking raw. He leant forward and tried to kiss me, I pushed him away , I wasn’t into that shit. I just wanted to fuck him. I wanted my cock inside his 19 year old ass. I spun him around, and pulled down his jeans. He leant forward, compliant, resting his hands on the toilet seat. I knelt down and rimmed his ass with my tongue, cleaning him, preparing him for a ride he would never forget. He let out an exciting cry, he knew what was coming, he wanted me inside him. His own cock was now rock hard, I was pleasantly surprised, it was quite big for such a slim lad. I thought about sucking him off but quickly dismissed the idea, I wasn’t doing this for him, this was for me. I gave him a few sympathy tugs, teasing him, he cried out, urging me to carry on. No way sunshine I thought. You’ll have to tug yourself off tonight when you’re thinking of me. I positioned myself behind him. I spat on my hand and prepared my dick for insertion. This was going to be a tight fit I thought. He was now leant so far forward his head was nearly in the bog. His hands parting his cheeks as he invited me inside. I took my knob and started to give him a little rim, teasing him a little longer. I then slowly inched my cock into his virgin ass. Fuck me he was tight, it hurt me, god knows how the poor lad felt. I was in, I could feel his heart beating. I slowly started to thrust in and out, being almost gentle. Fuck this I thought, this lad needed to be taught a lesson. You don’t just wander into my cottage and expect to get away with it! I grabbed his hips and began to fuck him, hard and very fucking fast. He was screaming, his eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure. My saggy balls were slapping against his as we moved in a nice steady rhythm. He reached down and began masturbating whilst I continued to fuck him. I moved his hand out of the way and began tugging on it myself, I was wanking him off a lot faster! I was going to make sure he came first. He let out a scream as he shot his hot spunk all over the toilet seat. I had a cheeky taste, losing focus for a moment. It tasted nice, I kind of wish I had sucked him off. But then I quickly returned to reality. I dug my fingers into his side as I made an attempt for the final push. I held my load for as long as I could, before releasing it into his ass. I literally exploded and must have filled his entire ass full of my hot sticky load. He let out an excited yelp as he felt my spunk filling him. I quickly exited him, and went down on him, lapping up my seed, he was trying his best to push out as much as he could into my mouth. Once I had finished eating it all, I spun him around and cleaned his cock up. I’m always a sucker for a freshly spunked cock. it didn’t take long to clean the lad up, but I took a few extra minutes to savour his smell. I told him to put his jeans back on, I then unlocked the door and pushed him out, closing it after him. I then sat, and waited for my next victim.