Bollocks, that piece of shit car had fucked me again. Having broken down and then having to walk three miles to the village in the 'pissing' rain only to find I'd left my wallet in it, I stood in the pub looking like a drowned rat telling Janie the bar maid I could not pay for the pint. "Don't worry, I'll get that" said a voice from behind me. John lived in the village and I knew him by sight. I thanked him and explained what had happened and that I would pay him back. "Not a problem anytime is ok, sit down and we can sort out how to get your car" We sat at a table next to the fire and I began to warm up. "Can you call your wife from the bar phone, she could come and get you?" "Err not an option, we separated two weeks ago she's moved back to our old place in Bromley and she won’t take kindly to me asking her to hike down to Ashford just to sort my car problem" "I see, sorry to hear that; not public knowledge in the village then?" "No, I am staying in the house whilst we sell it and looking for somewhere to live myself" Shit, it was then I realised that the poxy house keys were in the car with my wallet, I have a bad habit of chucking them in the centre console. "You really are not having a good day are you?" John was not wrong; it was turning into a real bad day. "Panic not I'll help you out, lets finish our drinks you can come over to my house and we'll go from there" John's suggestion sounded like a plan, it would get me out of the pub, as I was still damp and uncomfortable. However, the way John had squeezed my thigh as he said it struck me as odd. It was probably me but it felt slightly too soft a touch to be a 'manly' or 'matey' gesture and lingered just that short time too long. Two things happened almost simultaneously, first I thought that is odd but more importantly was the 'tingle' of excitement that went through me as he did it.It caught me 'off guard' but I carried on without saying anything. I had not thought or felt that for a long time was I wrong, did I read the situation the wrong way? We left the pub shortly after and walked to John's house. Fortunately, the rain had now stopped and we chatted as we walked, John told me after losing his wife Christine that he had lived alone for 10 years. I in turn explained that Jane and I just drifted apart relatively quickly after moving down from Bromley and we had decided to 'call it a day' (too much, too young blah, blah, blah). In reality, she had someone else and I was never really committed or faithful. The 'odd' feeling I had earlier also running through my mind as we walked. "What to do"? I asked myself the adrenaline had made me feel excited and I was thinking thoughts about another man I had not felt for quite some time. John's house was very big and sat behind some tall manicured bushes. He opened the door and ushered me through and again, his hand was gently on my back. Again, I was asking myself "Is it me or is John coming on to me and why, I have never given any indication that I am Bi since moving here" I did not react; I just carried on and wondered at the situation. I took off my jacket and John 'chuckled' at the state of me still being damp and wet saying, "come upstairs and I will sort out some clothes for you to change into, maybe jump in the shower beforehand". He showed me the bathroom and went to get the dry clothes. The shower felt good and I began to feel better. I wrapped a towel around myself and came out of the bathroom leaving it full of steam from the heat. "I bet you feel better for that, clothes are on the bed in there, they maybe a little big but you will be ok for now” John gestured to the door and I went in. It was then I knew he was hitting on me. “Not quite the same as the steam room at Chariots here is it"? Then smiled as he went down the stairs. I sat on the bed and my mind raced. Fuck, "how the fuck did he know I went there" it is in London for fucks sake, I have never met him and do not really know him; nobody I know would have come into his orbit. I sat there for a while and tried to gather my thoughts, this had 'thrown' me but I was now excited at the possibilities of what might happen next. He was right, the clothes were a little big and the shorts just about stayed up. I made my way downstairs where John was in the kitchen. He passed me a glass of wine and we went through to the lounge. Sitting down on adjacent sofas, he asked, "Are you OK?" ”I am a little confused John, how do you know about me and Chariots?” John explained, "I thought your face was familiar when you first moved into the village but could not place it, a little while ago you were in the pub and I overheard you telling Janie that you had just come back from Waterloo Station and that's when I recognized you" I did not understand, "How did you connect me to Chariots?" I asked him. “I sometimes have to work in London, and when I do I visit Chariots as it is nowhere near here, that's where I saw you some time ago you were with a friend" "Why would you remember me, we did not speak or meet?” John smiled and said, "I thought you were very good looking, that he was a lucky man who you were with" I shocked at this, "I thought you were married" "As I said earlier, I was married and have been alone for a long time, things change when you are on your own. I found something new but could not tell anyone “ I understood that, as I have been Bi all my life (well except the early years when I did not know what I was but from 16 to my now 37 there had been no doubt) and never told anyone close to me either. “Another drink?" John asked. I offered him my glass and he went back to the kitchen as I sat quite dumbfounded (and now excited). John returned and handed me my drink but this time he sat next to me. "Are you ok with all of this, I know it has been a little surprising to you, have I overstepped the boundaries and put you off?" John said nervously. “Err no, I mean yes I am ok with this you have not overstepped anything. In fact I am quite excited that this is happening," I stuttered. “Oh that's good, I'm glad you feel that way," he said putting his hand on my inner thigh as he leant over kissing my lips. I felt another big rush of adrenaline and opened my mouth to let his tongue slip between my lips. John's kiss was now so passionate I just wanted to let him do anything. His breathing was heavy as he eased me down on the sofa his body now on top of mine while his tongue worked deeper into my mouth. I have always been the more submissive with men (especially older men) and I was enjoying the way John was leading me. I could feel the hardness of him and now wanted to taste him. He broke from the kiss both of us breathless at the hunger we were experiencing. I eased myself off the sofa at the same time pulling my shorts and tee shirt off. John raised from the sofa and stood with me kneeling naked at his feet. I pulled him closer to me and with my head on his thigh and my hand rubbing him, he began to undo his belt and trousers. Pulling them down I was surprised and excited by two things, one he was wearing sheer briefs and two his cock was bigger than I expected. I hungrily kissed his hard cock through the briefs and eagerly helped remove them. I told John to sit back on the sofa and got between his legs, moving forward I took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked it. "Yes, yes, yes that's so good" he said. I kissed and licked his balls and worked my tongue up the shaft of his hard cock. Gently pulling his foreskin back down exposing the glistening purple head. I licked the top, and tasted the pre cum that had started to ooze from John. Warm and sticky, I licked my lips and began to take him into my mouth. This caused John to groan which I took as pleasure and started to take more of him forcing my mouth deeper down his thick shaft. I could now feel him at the entrance to my throat so relaxed and opened up to take more. John's hard cock slid into my throat and again he let out noise as if his breath had been taken. I could feel him push deeper as he began to fuck my throat. I wanted him and so wanted to please him, I had not been with another man in such a long time and this was ‘ecstasy’. He was holding my head on his cock and I was paying with his nipples as he pumped my mouth. His groans were getting louder and more forceful as I took him. I took hold of his hands and slowed his fucking, easing him back, I knew he would not last much longer and I began to move my mouth up and down on the head of his cock using my lips to stroke him. After a short while, John said, "I'm going to cum soon". The only response I could give him was "Mm mm" and continued to suck him even harder now. John’s fingers interlocked with mine and as he squeezed them tight, he let out a very loud "Oh God Yesssss" filling my mouth with pump after pump of hot creamy cum while I began to swallow each shot of hic cum. He had pumped five or six times and I was having difficulty swallowing it all without choking. I managed to take nearly all of the biggest load of cum I had been given in a long time and kept his cock in my mouth until his pumping had fully subsided. As I finished my lips and face had the remnants of John's load on them, he reached forwards and pulled me towards him kissing me fully again, this time his tongue worked outside of my mouth removing all of his cum from me. "That was fantastic; you are fucking good with your mouth”. “Thank you Sir, I aim to please," I said as I sat there with a big smile. "Would you like to come to bed with me"? "I'd love to cum in your bed, Oh come to bed with you, yes please," I giggled. "You're a cheeky little fucker aren't you"? We finished off the wine and went up to his bedroom. John went into the en-suite and I heard the shower start. I pulled back the cover and slid into his bed. Within a couple of minutes John came out drying himself, although his cock was not hard it was still an impressive sight as it stood out from him. "At my age I take a little time to recover and go again, don't suppose you can help me along could you?" "My pleasure, what do you mean at your age?" "I'm sixty" "Fuck, you could have fooled me, I thought you were only late forties by the way you look and performed" "Is that a problem for you?" "No, not at all. I have always liked to be with older men" He climbed onto the bed and was on all fours with me under him. This time his lips started on my nipples and worked up to my neck kissing and licking me until they were level with mine. He slowly moved his lips over mine and I felt his tongue seeking to enter my mouth. I took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it gently. John broke away and rolled onto his back. This was a clear indication for me to 'get to work'. I lay across his body and took his cock into my mouth whilst stroking his cock. It began to firm up as I continued to suck it. John was moaning with pleasure and giving me encouragement to carry on. After a little while of this he was rock hard again and filling my mouth with his cock. I knew where this was leading and as I moved next to John on the bed I told him "it's been a very long time since I had been taken this way, please go easy in me". Ever the gentleman, he smiled and told me "Don't worry, I will be very gentle". He put a pillow under my back and took a tube of gel from his bedside then I felt the cool gel on my hole as his fingers worked the lube into it. Slowly and gently one finger entered me then a second each time John asked if I was ok. I loved the feeling his fingers were giving me and pushed against them as they worked on relaxing me. Shortly John's cock was pushing against my hole as he leant over me pushing my legs wide open and up. His hand guided his hard cock into position and he looked at me as if asking for permission. "Fuck me John, please fuck me, I want you in me" was all the permission he needed and I felt myself being opened as he pushed his cock into me. I took a deep breath and he slid further in. Slow and steadily, I felt his cock going deeper and deeper until it was all inside of me, he stayed there before moving back. It felt so good to have a hard cock in me again and I could not stop writhing against it. John slowly began the pull and push movement and within minutes he was fucking me with a slow and smooth rhythm. The feeling was out of this world as I 'begged' him for more. His speed began to increase and he was now kneeling up and pulling my thighs onto his cock as it pumped in and out of me. He had been fucking me for about 15 minutes when he asked "In or out?" I knew what he meant and told him "Don't you dare pull out, I want to feel that inside me when you cum. Filling my mouth was an indication of how strong and heavy you cum, I need it in there now" "I want to look into your eyes when I cum in you" "Yes John, fuck me, fuck me harder, I need it, I need your cum, fuck me deep" as I wrapped my legs around him and hung on as he started to really fuck me hard. All I heard was "Oh god, Oh god I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming, oh god Yesssss" before the deep 'animal' grunts of each thrust as John's cock pumped spurt after spurt of cum inside of me. Considering not a couple of hours earlier he had cum 'bucket loads' in my mouth, John was filling me with another four or five strong jets of hot cum. I could feel the warm cum shoot inside and realised that I too had cum all over myself. Without warning, John's tongue was deep in my mouth as his passionate kissing overwhelmed me and I put my arms around him and pulled him closer. John's fucking had slowed to a stop and he rested still inside me. As we cooled down, he began to soften in me and gently eased out. I realised just how much he had cum as I could feel it run out of my now 'gaping' hole. I was totally satisfied by this surprising sixty-year-old man, as I lay there still 'buzzing' from the thorough fucking I had received. I do not know how long I had lay there oblivious to time and John was sitting next to me. I had to use the en-suite and as I went to get off the bed, I felt the playful slap on my bum with John saying "gorgeous". I returned and we lay on the bed for some time exchanging compliments as to how good this evening had been. My bad day had turned out to be a very, very good one after all. John looked down at me and said "looks like you might just have solved your search for somewhere to live" "How so?" I asked." “Well you could move in with me, you want somewhere to live and I'm going to need that hot body of yours all the time now, you don’t have to answer now think about it and we can chat tomorrow while we are sorting your car out?” I almost said “Yes” immediately as I too wanted to feel Johns cock in me again and again.