‘Sorry, I had completely forgotten about this appointment’, I said standing with the front door ajar, wearing my pyjama bottoms and a tight sleeveless T-shirt. ‘I can come back another time’ he said. ‘No, it’s fine – please come in’. The first part of my plan was underway. I was needing my bedroom re-done, as it was looking very dated. I had called into a local store, which was pretty large and covered most interior house designs. In the bedroom section I spoke to this guy about what I was needing and said that I didn’t really know what the options were and was looking for some advice. He was in his fifties, older than me, and seemed pretty camp, but was wearing a wedding ring. He was trim, grey haired and sported a smallish moustache while wearing a lemon V-neck, grey slacks and grey slip-ons: my gaydar was screaming. He said it would be best if he came round to see the layout of the room and we arranged for him to come at 9am on Saturday morning. For the rest of the week, my mind turned to him and what might happen. I decided to help it along. On Saturday morning I got up and showered, but went back to bed, wearing a tight fitting black sleeveless T-shirt, showing off my flat stomach and defined chest, and my pyjama bottoms. The pyjama bottoms were missing the button in the fly so often opened enough to show my cock. I am tall, slim and pretty fit. I have a great cock, having been told as much by the patrons of the sauna I go to. The doorbell rang. I got up and answered it to see him waiting at the door. I pretended that I’d been asleep, having forgotten about the appointment, apologised but invited him in anyway. We went through to the kitchen. I made us some tea, as he sat at the head of the kitchen table with his paperwork and brochures in front of him. I walked round and gave him his tea. My pyjama crotch was flashing open periodically as I walked. I wasn’t sure if he was taking this in, but nothing was said then. I sat down at the side of the table, so he was ‘round the corner’ as it were, as close to him as I could get. He started to show me his brochures and such. I said I need to get my glasses and got up to move past him to get them from the cupboard behind him. By now my cock was rising. I saw him look at my crotch as I reached past him. I stopped. My crotch was near eye level to him. The tension was electric. A couple of twitches and he smiled and looked up at me before he reached in and held my now swollen cock. He slowly wanked it and held my balls. ‘Shall we have a look at this bedroom then?’. I led him through to the bedroom. My 7” cock was sticking straight out of my pyjamas. Before he reached for it, I said to him ‘My turn’ and put my hand on his crotch and felt his hard cock through his trousers. I undid his belt and pulled his trousers down and then his pants to reveal a good hard cock, thicker than mine and about the same length, and with a very big helmet. I stepped closer so our cocks were together. He unbuttoned his shirt and then we removed the remainder of our clothes. Standing naked in front of each other, and reflected in the large wardrobe mirrors, we took in each other’s bodies. He was fit, like me, but a bit hairier, and a more sallow skin colour. His cock and balls were shaved, like mine. He pushed me gently back onto the bed and bent forward and took my cock in his mouth. For the next few minutes we stroked and sucked – cocks and balls, and ran our hands over each other. I tasted his precum as I took that large bell end in my mouth. I saw him turn to look at the mirror, me kneeling in front of him, sucking on his cock and fondling his balls, my own hard on sticking out in front of me. He pulled me to my feet and as I opened my mouth for a kiss, he spat into my mouth, pressed his lips to mine and forced his tongue in. I pulled back and tilted my head down to lick and suck his nipples, biting till I heard him gasp as he held my head in place. I ran my finger down the crack of his arse, pausing at his hole to circle round with my finger. After a that, he pulled me up again and turned me around, pushing me head down onto the bed, my arse in the air. He leaned forward and ran his tongue round my hole before giving it broad licks with his flat tongue, and then pushing the tip of his tongue into my hole, which drove me wild. I was so turned on. I could see him doing this in the reflection of the wardrobe mirror. With mirrored wardrobes at the side and foot of the bed, we could pretty well always see what was happening. He stood up, and held his cock against my arse, running it along the crack. I moved my arse a little, welcoming that beautiful cock. I reached across for the lube I had left at the bedside. I handed it to him, my breathing uneven by this point, and then picked up the poppers, sniffing deeply making my head spin and making me crave to have his cock in me. He applied the lube to my arse, taking the opportunity to insert first one then two fingers in. After applying some to his cock, he pushed his cock against my hole. I panted, saying softly, ‘Fuck me, fuck me’, my head spinning with the effect of the poppers. He pushed against my now willing hole and I felt that big helmet force its way in till my hole relaxed around his shaft. I was in ecstasy. He fucked me slowly, letting me feel his cock slide inside me. A couple of times he withdrew completely, so I felt his large helmet stretch my arse. After a few minutes, he withdrew and turned me round. Lifting my legs up onto his shoulders, so my arse was slightly off the bed and perfectly position for his large hard cock, he slid easily inside me. He started fucking me again, but this time he grabbed my raging hard on and started wanking me in time with his thrusts. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I remember saying ‘Oh yes, Fuck me. Wank me. Fuck me’. I reared up and pushed against him, so his cock was as deep as it could go inside me and ground my arse against him. I came with a huge shudder and sent thick spunk up onto my belly, in three or four loads. He groaned and thrust his cock deep inside me as he came, emptying himself with a couple more thrusts. He withdrew and we lay exhausted on the bed for a bit before either of us said anything. We chatted for a bit. I told him how I had planned it all, and he said he’d guessed that when he saw my open pyjama crotch! After a bit I suggested a shower. We both went in and soaped each other’s bodies, spending plenty of time on the cock, which started to show signs of life again. I knelt down and took him in my mouth and savoured his hard cock, while the shower water fell on us. He pulled me up and said that maybe we should go lie down again. We got out the shower, dried quickly and made for the bedroom, where we quickly got into a 69 position, until we’d sucked each other dry. He came first, and I swallowed greedily, holding his cock in my mouth, while he continued to suck and stroke mine. I could see our reflection in the mirror, and I soon came as well. I got a discount on the bedroom furnishing, and few more ‘planning’ sessions as well.