Indulging in My Fancy Pt. 02

It had been a couple of days and I was due back at my favourite care home.

The previous two days had been boring, only one hand job given to an 80 year old, who came quickly and with little output.

Now I was back where the action was, having sucked three guys there the last time.

First though, I had to negotiate past Connor, the manager. I popped into his office just to say 'hi' but he stopped me and asked me over to his desk.

"You've been having fun, haven't you?" he accused but not in a threatening way.

"What do you mean?" I replied, acting innocent.

"Darling, we're both fags and you've been enjoying yourself, I know."

"Who told you?" I asked, although I could guess.

"It was Peter, he says you suck better than I do."

"Oh I'm sure he won't stop you." I could feel myself hardening as I spoke.

Connor got up from his leather chair and closed the blinds in his office, then locked the door. He was either going to hit me or kiss me and I was happy it was the latter.

"I wish you were a top, Alan." he said in between kisses.

He was a quick worker and had my cock out in seconds. It grew to its full six inches quickly. I reciprocated and had his cock untethered just as quickly. Connor had a lovely seven inch tool, which I know would have fitted beautifully inside my arse, if he had been inclined.

We kissed and rubbed cocks as we stood.

"Fuck it!" I panted out and dropped to my knees. My tongue slobbered over his silky cock and drilled into his cum slit.

"Oh you little minx!" Connor said warmly, as I squeezed his balls then fingered his chubby arse.

He gasped in a pleasurable surprise, as I licked his meat.

"Peter was right. You're good." Connor praised.

"Being a cum slut helps!" I added between licks.

I started to suck on him properly. I never tire of that feeling of hot, hard flesh in my mouth. I could suck cock all day. My dream was to find an older sugar daddy, who would bring in guys to fuck me if he was too tired.

I was lost in my fantasy as I heard Connor grunt "I'm cumming."

I was eager for the prize and my finger was buried deep in his arse as he spunked a hefty load down my throat. I swallowed every last drop of his hot cum, as it shot in three bursts.

My chance for a suck went out the window as knuckles chapped the office window. "I know you're in there, Connor. Are you hiding from me?" It was the unmistakable voice of Peter.

Connor put his cock away, as I did mine. Then he opened the blinds and unlocked the door.

"Hah, you don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to work out what's happened here, you dirty pair of faggots." Peter stood mocking.

"No need for that, Peter." retorted Connor.

"Isn't there? You've both sucked me off in the past week, now the nurse is doing you too."

"Peter, I was just about to visit you." I tried to say softly. "How have the haemorrhoids been?

"It's yours I fancy checking, you little slut."

"Peter!" Connor exclaimed.

"Leave him Connor, I can hardly argue with anyone calling me a slut."

"Good to see you know your place, Alan, you slut."

Connor didn't know it but I loved being abused with words. If Peter wanted my arse, he could have it. I was feeling so horny, with my first serving of cum nestling in my belly.

I followed Peter to his room and was barely in the door before he was on me, his speed belying his age.

"Get naked, you faggot. Worship my cock, you cum whore."

He had me so horny, I would have done whatever he wanted.

"On all fours on my bed."

I complied and he went behind me, his small cock in hand. He pushed a little fat finger inside me and I gasped in surprise.

"You love that, you little whore, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Peter, this slutty whore loves you fingering my gay arse."

It's going to get more than a finger, I assure you, you dirty bitch."

Peter rubbed his cock over my hole, teasing me.

"Fuck me, please. Pound my slutty arse."

Peter was more than happy to oblige. He used spit for lubrication and pushed his five inches right in, until I could feel his balls tickling my arse.

"Tell me you love it, you little whore!" Peter bellowed as he smacked my arse cheek.

"Ouch! Yes I love your cock, i'm your little whore."

Peter was building to a finish and I knew he was about to cum as his movements stiffened. He was fully inside as he shot a couple of big spurts. He withdrew quickly and ordered me to turn around.

"Get your lips round it, you cocksucking slut. Clean it all up."

I eagerly licked the remaining cum from his shrinking cock.

"Now get out...... til you next visit, you gorgeous slut." Peter broke into a smile.

The sexy Robert was next on my list. I remembered his lovely big cock and body, very nice for a 70 year old.

I knocked on his door and waited.

"Come on in, it's open." I heard him call.

I strode in and found him in his recliner, already fully naked and erect.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked.

"I didn't. It could have been Mrs Penman, she's been hinting she wants me."

"You disappointed?" I teased.

"Not at all, I know you can suck cock, I don't know if she can." he answered in a matter of fact way.

"Anyway, forget about her and get over here, you lovely young lad."

His treatment of me was different to Peter's but maybe I needed the 'love'.

"That is healing up nicely." I said as I removed the dressing on his thigh.

"Not too quick, I hope." Robert sounded worried.

"I am allowed to check up on how folk are doing, you know."

I stroked his chest and lowered my head to suck on a nipple.

"That's right lad, look after this old boy."

Robert wasn't just taking. He had also hauled down my trousers and was now wanking my cock.

"I've never sucked a cock before, maybe I should give it a try." Robert sounded genuinely aroused at the thought.

I rarely let any of these guys suck me but Robert was a handsome guy, even at his age. I moved to the side of his recliner and let him see my cock close up.

His tongue darted out and licked the tip and I gasped.

"Mmmm I like that, Alan. Why have I waited so long?" Robert asked, as much to himself as me.

"All good things come to he who waits." I encouraged.

His tongue was on overdrive, licking everywhere, before settling on sucking me between his lips.

"Do you want to taste my cum?"

Robert nodded whilst still sucking.

I could feel the build-up from my balls and held his head in place as I shot four heavy spurts.

He removed his lips after the third and the fourth covered his face.

I was quickly there, licking my own cum and then kissing him, sharing it. Now it was my turn.

I lowered the recliner and got between his legs, his straining cock hard against my cheek, as I lovingly licked his uninjured thigh.

"Oh my goodness lad, that was amazing. I think I'll be doing that again!"

"Well now to return the favour, honey." I said in a slutty tone.

His balls were salty to the taste and my tongue ran over them, eliciting soft moans from Robert.

As you know by now, I'm a cock slut and love the feeling of a stiff cock in and around my mouth and I licked his hot shaft as it throbbed. My tongue then roved to under his helmet, tickling that oh so sensitive area.

"Oh fuck lad, I wish I'd married you!" Robert said, only half joking.

"Is that a proposal?" I teased.

"Shut up and keep sucking, lad." Robert responded whilst breathing heavily.

I let Robert probe at my mouth and take control and he was soon touching my throat. He wasn't going to last long but I made sure I enjoyed it. I savoured the pre-cum, quickly followed by a small spurt of spunk, which I made sure I didn't waste.

I left his room and made for the exit but was stopped by Connor.

"I've just been talking to my husband, Ralph, on the phone." Connor said.

"I didn't even know you were married." I answered honestly.

"Well, Ralph wants you to come round for drinks sometime." He added.

"Just drinks?" I questioned.

"Of course not. I told him what a good cocksucker you were and he wants a turn."

"I should be flattered. How old is Ralph, out of interest?"

"You'll like him, he's 68." Connor said warmly.

Fun times ahead, I thought.