Just helping a friend. True story. - Sex Stories

Just helping a friend. True story.

I have known Dave for a few years, ever since moving in across the road from him. He was a nice guy about 64 (20 years older than me), who unfortunately lost his wife a couple of years ago to a stroke. As a bi man, with an eye for the older guy, I had often wondered what it would be like to 'spend some time' with Dave. Dave knocked on my door one day this summer and asked if I could help him stash some boxes in the attic for storage, to which I replied of course, no problem, I will pop over in about 10 minutes. As it was a very warm day, he was wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt, very similar to what I was wearing myself in fact. I walked over to Dave's bungalow, and tapped on the open door. 'Come on in mate! I'm just opening the hatch up' I walked through the hallway to find Dave standing at the top of a step ladder, his head, arms and shoulders above the ceiling line, and in the attic itself. 'You OK up there Dave?' I shouted. 'Yes. Just moving some things away from the hatch so we have room to move.' As he stood on the step ladder, I took the opportunity to look at Dave's khaki shorts, and was surprised to see he had quite a package hidden within. I could only imagine, but it was a pleasant sight all the same. Dave came down the steps into the hallway. 'I hope you weren't looking at my cock John.' Dave chuckled. Surely he couldn't have seen me looking. I was shocked at his remark, but so wanted to say yes I was. He knew from previous chats of my bi-sexuality, but it was ...

... never a common topic of conversation. We walked into the lounge to see 6 reasonably large boxes, sealed and ready to move into the attic. They weren't heavy, just a little awkward. Dave returned to his place up the ladder as I passed up the first box. Fortunately, the boxes got progressively lighter each time. 'One more to come Dave then that's it.' I shouted up. I picked up the last box from the living room floor, and walked out to the hall way. It wasn't until I was at the base of the ladder I noticed that Dave was standing with his zip undone, and a very large but soft cock, hanging from the opening. I stopped in my tracks, and had to put the box down on the floor. 'What's up John? Cat got your tongue?' Dave said, still with his head and shoulders in the attic area. 'Any particular reason for getting your cock out Dave?' 'Just to see what would happen John, that's all.' I could see from where I was standing that his cock was just starting to grow a little. It was totally shaved, and impressive in both it's length, and girth, and getting even more impressive by the second. I stepped forward towards the ladder, Dave's cock exactly at my head height. Without looking up to Dave, I gently grasped his cock, lifting it, and ran my tongue along it's underside, from the base to the head. Dave let out an audible moan at the feel of my tongue on his now very hard shaft. This urged me on, and with my own cock hardening quickly, I undid the zip on my own shorts and pulled it through the ...