I’d been living in my new house for only a few days, when one morning I spotted an old-fashioned milk float that had pulled up outside the house opposite. I stood at the window, wondering where the driver was, and I took a step back as he returned, having made a delivery further up the road. A proper geezer, about mid-forties, he looked like he’d stepped out of the 80s. Particularly as he was wearing shell suit bottoms. Black. And the interesting bulge wobbling and bobbing about told me he was commando, to boot. Nice, I thought. Then got on with my day. A few mornings later I saw him again, and this time I made a more obvious appearance at my window in the hope of drawing some attention. My pulling at the curtains in an exaggerated fashion caught his eye, and I turned away as he glanced over. I feigned a stretch and thrust my hips forward, offering up my crotch, inviting him to view my bulge. As I turned to look I was thrilled to see his gaze was exactly where I wanted it - in the direction of my now growing package. The next encounter saw us catching each other’s eyes through the window, and we tentatively waved at one another. It was then that I decided the next meeting would be face to face, and I could use the ruse of asking to be included on his round as an excuse to talk to him. By now I’d worked out he delivered every Tuesday and Friday. That same Friday morning I made sure I was waiting by the front door, wearing some thin jersey shorts with no underwear, enjoying the weight of my semi as it thickened. The milk float turned up, and as he made his deliveries I went outside and stood at my front gate, waiting for him to return. As he approached he smiled and glanced me up and down. “Hi, mate”, I said. He came over. I continued: “Wondered if you had a leaflet or a website or something - wouldn’t mind registering with you”. He gave me a leaflet and explained I can either pay online or he could come and collect the payment on Sunday mornings. As my cock throbbed and started to stiffen in my shorts, he made no secret of enjoying the view, and I made sure he saw my returning glance. I could see he too was becoming hard in his shell suit, and we obviously both knew there and then what was on the cards. That Sunday he knocked for his money at about 8am. I invited him in and offered him a cuppa, taking his acceptance as a further sign that he was here for more than just the price of some milk and a few groceries. “You live alone, then?” He enquired, seating himself on my sofa and adjusting his packet. “Yeah”, I replied. “Divorced a couple of years ago so this is all mine”. “Me too”, he said. “Love having my own space. Great for wanking - I’m always at it!” I grinned and flushed slightly. “Sorry mate, didn’t mean to embarrass you”, he said, picking up on my slight awkwardness. “No, not at all” I spluttered, “wanking is my sex life”. He chuckled and sat forward. “You ever wank with other guys or your mates?”, he asked. “No,” I lied, “never ruled it out, though. Never had the opportunity”, I continued. By now he was rubbing his cock through his bottoms. “Fancy one now?” He asked. I looked down at his lap and watched him thumbing his helmet through the material, his now totally stiff cock forming a tent. “Erm...” I wavered, pretending to be uncertain and anxious, but all the while my loins were ablaze and I could already feel precum oozing from my tip. “Could do”. I stood up and drew the curtains, and returned to the sofa. By now he had his bottoms pulled down slightly, with the elasticated waistband just brushing his bollocks. He was circumcised and totally shaved, his stiff prick stood proud and hands-free, twitching with his pulse. He wasn’t huge - just over 6 inches, but beautifully proportioned; chunky. I sat in the chair opposite, marvelling. “Come and have a feel”, he offered. I didn’t need asking twice. I positioned myself next to him, leaned over and took his cock in my hand. It was wonderfully warm an silky, and I pulled on it gently, enjoying the ridge of his helmet against my fingers. He settled back, moaned gently and opened his legs a bit more. I took this as an invite to give his beautifully shaved bollocks some attention. With my other hand I juggled his balls whilst continuing the slow wanking of his shaft. “Mmm, you’re telling me you’ve never done this before?” He grinned. “Your cock is so much like mine”, I replied, “so it’s second nature”. By now he’d lifted his t-shirt up and I instinctively started to kiss his torso and nipples. I moved my hand to his chest, and whilst continuing to tug his prick I started licking and pinching his nipples. His left hand had started stroking the inside of my thighs, and soon he was groping my stiff prick. “Let’s see it then”, he whispered. I stood up and pulled my jeans and shorts down, my prick springing out and bouncing in mid air. He sat up and placed his hands on my hips and pulled me towards him. His soft lips opened and his tongue started to lick and kiss the underside of my helmet. Soon his whole mouth was over my cock, which was pulsing in his hot wet mouth. Each suck was slow and tingling, his hands stroking my thighs as his fingertips caressed my arse cheeks. Eventually I suggested we go upstairs onto my bed, where we both stripped off and were soon 69ing in perfect synch. I’d never kissed another guy before, but for some reason this sexy fucker had me so turned on that all I could think about was ramming my tongue down his throat. He must have been thinking the same. God it was horny. It felt so wrong, so naughty. We snogged each other passionately as our cocks rubbed and rolled together. I positioned his between my thighs, and though I’m not into penetration, his helmet nudging at my arse was such a turn on. Slippery with precum, I was concerned we’d get too carried away. “You ready to cum?” I asked. “Let’s shoot”, he replied. Scissored together, we rubbed our helmets together whilst kissing hard. As he started panting I knew he was getting close. “Go for it”, I encouraged him. I leant back just as ribbons of wet-as-piss cum shot from his prick, the first few jets brushing past my cheek and hitting my chin. I’ve never taken a mouthful before, and was surprised at how turned on I felt as my tongue ventured out of my mouth and tasted the cum that was running from my cheek past my mouth. I wasn’t far behind. I used the last few drops of his spunk to lube me up, and as I furiously wanked my tip, I could feel the exquisite sensation of my prostate twitching and my loins tingling. “Yes mate, on my chest”, he encouraged. I squeezed my helmet tight and shot a good week’s worth of cum, the first jet hitting him square in the face. He immediately sat forward and he took my still pumping prick into his hot, soft mouth, sucking the last of my cum and kissing my deflating cock head. We collapsed onto one another, and he started giggling. “Fuck me!” He exclaimed. “Maybe next time” I replied.