Going Back to Old Job but New Fun

I had never wanted to quit my work in the first place but I was left with no choice, as I needed to take time to look after my father, who required 24/7 care after a stroke.

Eighteen months later and he passed on, peacefully.

I knew I needed to get back to a normal routine and so re-applied to the water utility company I had left.

They were more than happy to take me back, as they knew the reasons behind my departure originally.

My old job had obviously been filled but the water industry has a high churn of employees and I was allocated a position in waste services. Not the most glamorous sounding but beggars can't be choosers.

It was open knowledge when I worked there before that I was gay, I made no attempt to hide it but didn't act camp.

I had fucked a lad there, he was only 19 and he left before me.

Now, here I was, a 44 year old guy, 5'11" in height, with a toned body for my age, short brown hair on my head but nowhere else and, if I say so myself, a gorgeous 7.5" uncut cock.

I didn't have a boyfriend so was available to all!

The guy tasked with training me was Don. He had been there a long time and I knew him in passing. I knew he was a 'shagger', with three wives at the last count. I did remember him having a short affair at work that was quite explosive at the time. His wife found out but forgave him.

Don was around ages and height with me but with a shaved head. Not as toned as me but I couldn't help but notice his sexy arse, when he bent over to pick up his dropped biro.

I wasn't certain if he knew I was gay and I wasn't sure if I should bring it up

He was a really good trainer and within a couple of weeks I felt confident with the work.

It was good timing, as our boss was looking for volunteers to do some overtime to catch up on billing.

I immediately put up my hand but the boss wasn't keen on a newbie in on his own. Don said "Go on, count me in, I can keep an eye on Adam."

I liked the sound of that.

The work was was scheduled for Thursday evening, 4pm to 8pm and I must say I was looking forward to it.

We bounced off each other well. He even admitted that his latest marriage was now over and he lived on his own but he left out the details, which I imagined would be juicy.

After our long shift, I suggested going for a drink and he keenly agreed.

The nearest bar to the work was gay-friendly but not exclusively so. I got the first round in and brought two pints of lager to the L shaped booth we occupied. He sat at the back, me to his left hand side.

I was determined to find out his story and suggested a game of truth or dare.

"Truth", he said. "I wouldn't risk a dare in front of you." he flirted.

"Okay, what caused your latest wife to leave? I said, eagerly awaiting his answer. When it came, I was shocked to say the least.

"Okay, you asked for it. She walked into the kitchen and found me bent over the washing machine.... with my friend Ally buried in my arse."

"What the fuck?" I replied, dazed. "I never knew you were into cock."

"Not many do." Don admitted coyly.

"My turn now." he insisted.

"Okay, go ahead."

"Are you a top or a bottom gay?"

So he did know.

"Most certainly top." I looked into his eyes and saw he was mine.

"Round two?" I ventured. Don nodded expectantly.

"When did you get into cock?"

"I blame my second wife. She was into threesomes. It wasn't meant to happen but I sucked a guy off one time. She was miffed that he enjoyed himself more with me than her."

"So, how long ago, exactly?"

"Must be close to twenty years now, five since I first took anal."

"Wow! You were a cock lover when I was here last and I never knew."

He looked nervous, I could change that.

My hand rubbed his knee. I leant in and whispered in his ear " I so want to fuck you, Don."

He responded by putting his right hand on my rapidly expanding crotch and said "That washing machine was on a fast cycle when I was caught, vibrating away."

The dirty little slut, I thought. Just right for me.

"Drink up and come to my place." I offered, feeling sure he would accept.

"Erm... no... I can't. The last bus is due soon. I do need to take medications that I can't miss. I want to come to your place but..."

"Okay, I get it, better get you to the bus stop." I said dryly, definitely disappointed in what seemed like a chickening-out.

We left together but were quiet as we walked. Was he regretting opening up?

"I won't tell anyone, you know. Your secret's safe with me." I tried to reassure him.

He gave a thin smile. "I know, Adam, I do trust you."

He stopped and gently pushed me into a doorway. Before I knew it, he had pressed his lips on mine, opening his mouth to let my tongue explore.

His hand was rubbing my crotch again.

We were only stopped by the sight of his bus at the traffic-lights. Don sprinted twenty yards and caught it easily.

For the next few hours, my phone was bombarded by texts and pics.

One pic had him lying on a bed wearing fishnets, another showing his lovely starfish sphincter and yet another showing him sucking an unidentified cock.

I responded by sending a short video of me wanking and cumming a huge load.

His reply was instant. Loads of emojis with love hearts and kisses.

He sent a word text. 'God Adam, that is the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.'

'I'm glad you like it, it's yours anytime' I typed back.

'I'm working from home tomorrow, do you want to visit after work? I'll put the washing machine on.'

'Try stopping me' I quickly replied.

When I got home, I was so charged, I needed to have a wank. I was so hard and Don would soon discover the joys of my cock.

I stroked my pulsing meat, thinking of it being in his arse, him begging to be fucked hard and have me deposit my load inside him.

When I shot, it was an intense cum. Five long ropes of thick sticky goo plastered my chest. I didn't always, but tonight I scooped it up with my fingers and licked every last drop up.

I dropped off to sleep, exhausted but excited.

I awoke to several more pictures from Don. One surprised me, though it shouldn't have. Him with a guy at either end, spit roasting him. He was not messing around and I needed to fuck him so much my balls ached.

The working day dragged. We spoke on the phone at lunchtime, as I stood in the leafy courtyard of our workplace.

"You still okay for later? Don sounded as if he feared the worst.

"Try stopping me." I answered eagerly.

"Oh, I'll never do that."

"Will I be staying overnight?" I checked.

"All night, all weekend if you want to."

"Mmmm I like the sound of that." I purred down the line. "I'll be there at five."

"I'll be ready and waiting." he cooed.

I was sure I heard a blown kiss down the line but I didn't reciprocate. This was purely physical, no lovey-dovey on my part.

I took a cab to his place, which took about 15 minutes. He stayed on the edge of town, beside fields that would soon be swallowed up for housing development, no doubt.

As I got out of the cab, I noticed a cow in a field by the fence adjoining Don's garden. I went over and stroked her ears, which she seemed to enjoy.

"That's Elsa, or at least that's what I call her."

The voice from behind was Don's and I wheeled round to find him standing there in a short white dressing-gown, wearing black stockings. The gown was open enough to see that that was all he was wearing.

He could sense my unease. "Don't worry, no one can see us here, just Elsa. Come round the back, I have some drinks ready.

Spring was giving way to summer as I went through the side gate to his fully enclosed garden. What looked like sparkling wine lay on a table.

Don turned and came up to me. "Never got to finish that kiss last night." and his lips met mine again.

My hand was right inside his gown, caressing his torso, before moving down to meet the rising cock. He was uncut like me, but only 6.5" long. If he was a good boy, I'd suck it for him.

"Mmmm, cheeky boy, let's get you undressed." Don sounded as horny as I felt.

I lifted off my t-shirt and immediately felt him kissing my nipples. That always drove me wild. I unbuttoned my slacks, letting them drop, then stepping out of them. I was left with a tented pair of boxers, but not for long, as Don grabbed the sides and yanked them down.

"Oh heaven, I think I'm in love!" Don swooned at the first sight of my stiff, pulsing member.

He dropped to his knees and expertly cupped my balls as he licked along the shaft. I had forgotten he was no newbie when it came to cock.

He put his lips around the tip and slowly peeled back my foreskin, before licking under my helmet.

Boy, he was good.

"Why didn't I get this when I knew you before?" I said, wistfully.

He stopped for a second, looked at me adoringly and said "Because you didn't know I was a cocksucker then." He then kissed my cock.

"Can I tell you a secret?" he said, softly.

"Sure, anything."

"When you were at work before, I had the odd wank or two thinking about you."

"I so wish you'd said."

"I don't. We were so caught up in different shit, it would have been wasted. Now, we're both free and can enjoy ourselves."

I had to agree. We now had that precious commodity, free time.

He started to suck on my shaft and I was ready to burst. I slid the gown from his shoulders and rubbed the top of his back.

I was glad I was staying the night, because without much warning, my cock exploded into his mouth. I felt him swallow a couple of loads, then opened his mouth to allow me to spunk on his tongue and over his face

He tantalised me with that tongue, before gulping down a creamy load.

He looked like the cat that had, literally, got the cream.

"It just gets better and better. Beautiful man, gorgeous cock and exquisite cum. You spoil me." he crooned adoringly.

Light drops of rain started and I suggested we go inside. The back door led into the kitchen and I suggested he put his gown in the wash.

"Not yet, let's wait until I've reloaded."

He took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. It was now my turn to pleasure him.

Don lay on his back on the bed, a naked body bar his black stockings. He looked up at me like a devoted puppy. His cock was semi-hard.

Although I was gay, cocksucking had never been my favourite activity. I was a top and only really wanted to have my cock get its way.

Was I changing my feelings towards Don? At first he was just another notch on the bedpost, now my feelings were running deeper.

"Let's make you cum, honey." I said, in a voice I didn't recognise.

I lay down between his legs and started to kiss his inner thighs. I could see his cock grow with my attention and I started to lick his tight ball-sac.

He writhed in pleasure, moaning, telling me not to stop. I had no intention of stopping.

I wanted to check his arse and slid a finger just inside him, which made him gasp.

"Oh fuck, Adam, you are amazing."

I knew that but it was nice to hear.

I ran my tongue up his shaft, which I could feel pulse from a large central vein.

The part of peeling back a foreskin is something everyone should try with someone else. I used my lips to slowly unhood his cock.

My finger worked into him as I started to suck all the way down to his balls.

"God, that is so good." he moaned.

I built up a speed and continued to finger him. I knew it would be quick. When he did cum, I actually swallowed his cum... and enjoyed it. He wasn't as big a cummer as me, which boosted my ego.

I crawled up the bed and we kissed, swapping the remnants of cum we both had.

He was a very good kisser, in a submissive way. Once I fucked him, he would be devoted to me.

As we lay together, he surprised me, blurting out "I really think I love you."

Oh no, I had been afraid of this but I found myself answering "I think I do too."

I felt my heart jump as I spoke but I actually meant it.

We drifted asleep for a short while and when I awoke, my cock was fully hard again.

"I wondered how long you'd be" Don giggled, as he squeezed my shaft.

"I think I need to put my dressing gown in the washing machine." he hinted.

"Oh, I fully agree." I said before kissing him.

"Do you remember what you said earlier, or was it in the heat of passion?" I needed to know.

"About loving you? Yes I remember and I still feel the same."

I felt a strange warmth inside me. At 44, I thought a proper, true relationship had passed me by. I was destined to grow old, getting fewer and fewer one-nighters but here I was. Could I handle it?

Let's go downstairs and he took my hand, as I watched his sexy round arse lead the way.

He loaded his gown and turned on the fast wash. I could hear jets of water filling up the machine

"Near the end of the cycle, it speeds up, maybe fifteen minutes from now.

"Will you be my boyfriend Adam? I would come out at work.

"Yes to the first part but keep it to yourself. Some at work might think I turned a respectable married man, gay."

He moved over to the washing machine and draped himself over it. The normal wash was nearly finished and it would be the dryng cycle that would be the fun part.

I positioned myself behind him, my favourite place and rubbed my cock over his hole. I lightly lubed him, too much woud take away the feeling.

As the machine clicked and started to vibrate, I buried my meat inside of his lovely arse, holding it fully in as the waves of pleasure hit us both.

His milky, round cheeks wobbled as I fucked him, in and out.

His groans of encouragement egged me on and the vibrations from the machine took me to the edge. As the machine slowed, I planted my seed inside of him, as he yelled out his love for me.

Then I did a first for me. I got on my knees and buried my face in his cum-dripping arse as I wanked him with my free hand.

My cum tasted good and so did his arse.

He shot off over the front of the washing machine and we lay on the tiles, exhausted.

"How many times have you used the washer as a prop?" I asked.

"You're only the second one. Now I know why Ally kept chasing me after we were caught." Don laughed.

"Have you seen him since?"

"Just the once. He fucked me in the toilets of a public bar, not a gay one at that. He was a married man too, you know."

"It's amazing the amount of married men who secretly crave cock. I've fucked many a married arse."

"Including mine now." he smiled.

"True but you were easy." I teased, smiling back.

We then had a mock-wrestle on the floor, which ended with me pinning his wrists down and sitting on his chest, my cock a lick away from his mouth and he duly obliged.

"You don't know when to stop, do you? I teased.

"Not when I'm in love, no." he replied, in a voice dripping with emotion.

Things were taking a rapid turn.