Years and years ago, when I was in my early 20’s, I worked in a pub in High Wycombe. That was ok but for the fact that I lived in Aylesbury with my girlfriend. This then involved me in quite a lot of travelling. I had to be there by 9.00am in the morning to do the bottling up and the cellar work before the pub opened at 11.00. Also, in those days, the pub shut by 3.00pm and didn’t open again till 6.00pm. Most days, I would drive home in the afternoons and maybe have an hours sleep before returning to work in the evening. My girlfriend, Joanne, and I had a very active sex life, and sometimes, if she could get away from work early, there would be time for a ‘quickie’ before I had to go back for the evening shift. Then, most nights we would have a more leisurely session when I got back around midnight. There was no such thing as ‘too tired’ in those days. Then, early one Tuesday morning, Joanne got a phone call from her father saying that her mother had had a heart attack and was very ill in hospital in Warrington. She immediately booked time off from work, and made arrangements to travel north to be with her mother, and to look after her father. I carried on going to work as usual. By Thursday, I was feeling as randy as hell and seemed to have a permanent semi-hard on. Or even worse, a full blown erection. I still need a lot of sex, but in my younger days I seemed to need it all the time. Obviously I masturbated a lot, but it’s not as good as the real thing and only seemed to give very temporary relief. On the Saturday, my car broke down on the way to work in the morning. The RAC came out pretty quickly and towed me to a garage in High Wycombe. I was only about half an hour late for work, but even so, the landlady, a right tartar, waded into me about my timekeeping. At about mid-day, the garage phoned to say that they could fix my car but it wouldn’t be ready till Monday evening. This left me with no way of getting to and from our flat in Aylesbury, apart from a slow bus. Never mind, I would worry about that when the time came. Quite often, the regulars would offer me a drink while I was tending the bar, but I would normally just have a soft drink because I was driving. But that Saturday lunchtime, with no car to drive, I had five or six half pints of beer while chatting to the regulars. I decided that I would stay in High Wycombe that afternoon so that I would be on time for my evening shift. By three o’clock the pub was shut and I had washed the glasses. I now had three hours to kill before we re-opened at six. Across the road from the pub was a huge public park, and I could see that there was a cricket match just starting in the distance. I decided to wander down to that, find a quiet spot to watch the sport, and maybe doze for an hour. I walked down the road to the park entrance. When I got there, the beer was starting to put some pressure on my bladder, so I nipped into the public loo by the gate. I found a stall, two away from an old boy already in there, unzipped, and pulled my cock out. I have quite a large cock anyway, and like I said, it seemed to have been permanently semi-hard for the last few days. So it took me a while to get going. I became aware of the old boy openly getting himself a right eyeful. I ignored him, finished my pee, shook the last few drops off, put my cock away, washed my hands and left. It was a lovely early summer afternoon. A few clouds, but warm and a little muggy. I walked right around to the furthest boundary of the cricket match, and settled down on the grass. It only took a couple of minutes before I was asleep. I was awakened about 20 minutes later by torrential rain lashing down in my face. It was bucketing down in torrents and within seconds I was soaking. I ran across the field to the nearest road to try and find some shelter. About 100 metres down the road was a bus stop, with a shelter, and I headed for that to get out of the downpour. We have all used the expression ‘soaked to the skin’ without fully understanding the meaning. I understood it that day, I felt as if I had stood under a waterfall. In the bus shelter was the old boy that had been in the loo. He had seen the storm coming and had managed to take shelter before the rain started. I was now in deep trouble. Soaking wet, due back at work in a couple of hours, and no way I could get home and change my clothes. ‘Good God’ said the old boy ‘It really caught you didn’t it?’ I tried to light a cigarette but it was hopeless, the packet was soaked through leaving the cigarettes a hopeless soggy mass. The old boy reached in his pocket and produced a dry packet of cigarettes and gave me one. I told him that I was due at work in a couple of hours, and went through the catalogue of things that had gone wrong that day. ‘I tell you what’ he said ‘I only live around the corner, I didn’t quite make it home before the rain started. It’s only a bed-sit, but I have a gas fire. If you come back with me I will see if I can get you dried out’. ‘OK, thank you’ I said ‘but I am not gay so don’t get any funny ideas’. ‘I know you aren’t’ he said ‘but having a semi naked 20 year old to look at for an hour or so will do for me’. I gave him a dirty look, but, when the rain stopped I walked with him, or rather squelched, my way to his bed-sit. It was a large single room, with a bed along one side, a closed toilet washing area, a simple kitchen and a large gas fire with his easy chair nearby. He lit the fire and pulled a clothes horse out from a storage cupboard. ‘Right, jacket’ he said. I stripped my sodden denim jacket off and he arranged it over the clothes horse. Then my shirt, trousers and socks. Even my underpants were soaked, but I refused to take them off. I sat on a hard chair next to a small table. The old boy sat in his easy chair and appraised me. I was very fit in my 20’s, and everything was where it should be, and in good condition. There is also a problem with wet underpants in that they cling. I was very conscious that there was a perfect outline of my cock and balls on show. Not only that, but my cock wouldn’t shrink to anything less than semi-hard despite being in soaking wet pants. His eyes were feasting on my almost naked body, but he made no effort to get out of his chair. ‘Gorgeous’ he said ‘Don’t worry, I am harmless, I can’t even get an erection any more, but I bet that you get a beauty’. ‘Well I have no intention of getting one’, I replied. ‘Now then young man’, he said ‘you are cheating. I am a cock and bum man, I love to look at them. I won’t get out of my chair, but you will have to take those pants off’. I sat and thought about it. The old boy seemed harmless, besides I could easily swat him off it he tried anything on. And my pants were soaking. The only problem was that my cock was definitely flickering no matter how much I willed it not to. I made a decision and stood up and peeled of the soaking pants. I stepped across the room and hung them on the clothes horse. I was very aware that my cock was playing up. It was not fully hard, but it was jutting out in front of me. ‘Lovely’ said the old boy, ‘beautiful big balls, and I bet that is eight inches when fully aroused. And a perfect arse as well’. ‘What is so nice about a man’s arse’, I snapped illogically, forgetting that he was that way inclined. ‘You wouldn’t understand’ he said, ‘but I would love to kiss yours’. ‘Can I have another cigarette?’ I asked. His face went all crafty. ‘I’ll give you the whole packet if you let me kiss your bottom for five minutes, nothing else I promise, just five minutes kissing and stroking’. He was looking at me, his bright eyes feasting on my body, and licking his lips. I was finding this vaguely arousing and my cock was refusing to go below half mast. ‘Look’ he said, ‘your clothes will be dry in half an hour, if you let me kiss your bottom for five minutes, I will iron them for you’. I thought about it. It was probably the beer at lunchtime, but it seemed relatively harmless. ‘Explain exactly what you want’, I said. ‘You lie, face down on the bed’, he said ‘we note the time, and I get 5 minutes kissing your bottom without you protesting’. ‘Where on my bottom’, I said rather naively. ‘Anywhere’, he replied. ‘OK’, I said ‘give me the cigarettes’. He passed the packet and I lit one. ‘The time it takes me to smoke this cigarette’, I said. I laid face down on the bed, with an ashtray on the floor beside me. I didn’t know what had come over me, and now it had come to this, my cock had gone right down. I felt his hand move my legs slightly further apart and then started gently squeezing my buttocks. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t arousing either, so I relaxed a bit and puffed on my cigarette. Then I felt his lips kissing my buttocks. Then the top of my crack, licking up and down. I tensed. ‘Relax’ he said, ‘you said I could have five minutes, and I haven’t even had one yet’. He went back to licking my crack, just the top, licking up and down. Now he was using his hands to part my bum cheeks, and it seemed that each downward lick was getting closer and closer to my anus. I felt strangely paralysed. Then his tongue did reach my anus and I felt as if an electric shock had gone through me. He licked it again, and I felt my cock jump from flaccid to fully erect in about three seconds. He locked on to my arsehole now, teasing with his tongue, round and round, up and down, then probing with the tip trying to push it into my bumhole. I was as horny as hell now, pushing back onto his wet tongue. Without me noticing he had pushed his hand underneath me and was wanking my hard cock. I had to cum, and it was urgent. I turned over. Precum was streaming out of my cock, and I knew there was a big load not far behind it. He started licking up the precum from around my glans, and then my cock was in his warm wet mouth. I only lasted about 30 seconds and I shot a warm load into his mouth, groaning with each sticky spurt. There was a lot of it, and he swallowed the lot. ‘You needed that’, he said, gently massaging my balls. ‘And, I reckon there is another load in there, and this time I will take my time in getting it out’. ‘Give me five minutes to recover’, I whimpered. ‘Turn over’, he said ‘I’ll give your magic button another good licking, and you will soon be ready to go again’. This time it was me holding my arse cheeks apart while he licked my anus. I pushed back against his wet tongue, the electric shocks pulsing through my body. My cock rose again and this time it was me that reached between my legs for his hand encouraging him to wank it. Soon, he was sucking me again, all the time using his hands to squeeze my balls, or to run a finger across my bum hole. This time I could just lie back and enjoy it. And enjoy it I did. I forgot all about where I was, who he was, and the unusual circumstances. Without breaking the insistent rhythm of his cocksucking, his hands were straying all over my lower body, seemingly hitting switches that I didn’t even know I had. It was heaven. I was more controlled this time, three times suppressing the urge to climax. It was an hour later that I finally allowed my back to arch as I shot another load into his mouth. After work that night, I went back to the bed-sit. Again, he sucked me off. I discovered later that he was 65, and he thought he had died and gone to heaven getting a naked 20 something year old to play with. He told me that he had nearly choked on the first load I had given him. He also told me that if he can get to lick a straight guy’s arse, he can almost guarantee he will get the cock as well. Devious old bugger. I did go back a number of times, but that will be another story.