A guy I have met a few times passed my number on to a friend of his, Jeff. We swapped messages for a little while before chatting much more online. It soon became apparent to me that he was very much my kind of guy; married and approaching his seventies, his wife was older than him an had no interest in sex of any kind. This was a problem for him; he was ex forces and still in good shape, very active and by his own admission still had a high sex drive. We met for a coffee and I was amazed (and instantly turned on) by how open he was about sex. I am not physically attracted to men, but his formal manner and stern tone hooked me in very quickly. Time was up on our introductory meeting I said I needed the loo before I headed out. This was a lie and I was hoping he could call me on it, I was not disappointed. I stood in the cubicle feigning having a wee and heard the door go. I felt a hand on my shoulder and the door clicked and locked behind me. My heart was racing and it seemed like the only thing I cold hear was the pounding in my ears and the slow long breaths of this tall, broad man moving in behind me. Roughly I was turned and pushed into the cubicle wall, a strong hand planted in the middle of my back to hold me from moving. I gasped as my feet were tapped so as to part my legs, they opened as far as the jeans around my thighs would allow. The breathing stayed calm and measured as I was man handled. The sense of worry and discomfort changed my mood and my cock that was pushing against the wall started to drop off a bit. Then there was silence and stillness for a short while and still my heart pounded as my ears tracked the sound of his breath moving from side to, checking me out I imagined. The hand on my back pressed firmer against me, pushing the air from my lungs, my boxers were tugged down and the cool air blew over my cheeks. A gently caress off my arse took me surprise and it broke a tension in me that made me moan out. The caress turned to pawing and then to kneading my bum. Still the breathing continued and I felt my cock start to swell again. The hand left my back alone and as my bum was squeezed, fingers explored between my legs until he could cup and pull on my balls. His hands felt as he seemed to cover each cheek with his open palm and then his fingers felt bigger still as to my pleasant surprise he let his digit fall onto my hole and then without ceremony I held in a cry as he pushed onto my entrance. Dry as I was there was no way he was going to get in there, but it did not stop me wriggling in reflex encouraging him to push harder. I became aware of another noise now and recognized the thwacking of his hand rubbing his cock. I reached behind me, blindly trying to locate his member. “Turn around,” he whispered, “sit down.” That firmness was in his voice and I obliged, setting the toilet lid down as I sat on it. I looked forward at him and felt my face go flush; inches from my face was his half hard cock, hanging low and thick with a big pair of balls behind it. My own slim six inches looked instantly small by comparison. He stood looking at me as he rubbed his dick, I flecked my eyes away form it every now and then and saw him looking at me, licking his lips. In no time he was pumping his cock fast and his foreskin made like a slapping sound as it pulled back and forth over his swollen purple tip. My cock was so hard I could not resist rubbing on it and on seeing this, Jeff moved forward the last bit he needed to be able to plant it into my mouth. I took him in eagerly, my lips just getting around his fat helmet, my eyes focusing on the meaty shaft that still remained on show as I considered trying to get him all in (something that I knew I would not be able to achieve!). While his breathing was still calm, it had sped up a little. I was surprised when he pulled out and away from my face. He pushed me back and then straddled my legs. He bent his knees and lowered his body till he was virtually sta on my lap. We both looked down as he rubbed his cock tip over mine and then knocked mine side to side with his. It really did make mine look small. He reached down and took both in the same hand, wanking them together, I gasped, not thinking that I was so close, but just as I thought I was about to come, Jeff let go my cock and instead took only his in hand. He tugged on it hard and, looking down the whole time, finally started to breathe raggedly, his body tensed and then I felt the hot dollops of jizz land on and around my shaft. There was certainly a lot of it, but my view was obscured by the flurry of his hand and the excess material of our clothes. It felt very ‘matter of fact’ as he spunked over me, but the feel of hot come running down around my balls made me want to come as well. Jeff moved quickly and it made me jump, he pulled me up and put me back against the wall, face first. This time I was more bent into the position rather than standing upright though which allowed him to reach around me and grab my hard on. As he began to wank my shaft off, I knew that I was close so the feeling of his hand reach under me again to rub my balls was most welcome. Then I got the most pleasant surprise, his fingers rubbed in his come, collecting it from the base of my cock and balls then he returned his finger back to my arse hole and with and equal amount of pushing as earlier this time forced a thick digit into me. I held back a cry as with a final tug and this amazing assault on my anus (it resisted still, but felt great) I was coming. I held my breath as my orgasm rocked through me, feeling the pulses of my spunk leave my body in time with his pulls on my shaft. Breathing heavily, he finally released my cock and as I caught my breath, he pulled my boxers back up, they clung instantly to the wet of our come and were then locked in place as he pulled my jeans back up. “Go,” he instructed me plainly, “and I will see you again soon.” It felt more like an order than the usual casual good byes you get at these meetings and he was not wrong, we have met up regularly since!