THE ONLY GAY IN TOWN
I’d worked for seven days continuously on a job in the end of nowhere in Scotland and was looking forward to getting back to base & civilisation so I could enjoy some action at my usual haunts.
The firm asked if I could first do two day’s work in a small town in the borders as it was not far off my route home. They’ve no idea of geography and think all towns north of Watford are next to each other as they are in the south-east. I wasn’t happy but couldn’t refuse as there was no-one else to do it and the money was good.
The town didn’t even have a chain hotel and the firm had booked me into a pub. I looked on the gay websites but it didn’t get a mention and the nearest large town was thirty miles away.
I checked into the pub in the evening, too late to go off anywhere else and by then I’d had enough driving. After dinner I wandered up to the local station – it had one – and asked a couple of taxi drivers where the gay bar was. They laughed and said there are only three pubs in the whole place including the one I was staying in and there were no gay bars but if I went to the Crown, Hughie would probably be in there. I asked who Hughie was and they said the local gay guy, apparently the only one in the town. I was feeling very horny after so long without so I thought I’d at least have a look at him.
I wandered off to the Crown. The place was about empty on a Tuesday night, only three guys chatting at the bar, one of whom I immediately took to be Hughie. He was late fifties/early sixties, quite slim, very nattily dressed with blond quaffed hair, certainly dyed, and a lovely tan. He was what might be called an old queen or a pouf. I ordered a pint and sat down at a table and after a while Hughie left the other guys and asked if he could join me. I said OK and he sat on the bench close to me. He asked about me and I told him I was there for a couple of days on a job. We talked a bit and he asked if he could buy me a drink and got me another pint and himself a G&T. When he brought them back he sat even closer to me so that his leg was pressed against mine. I didn’t move and very soon he had his hand resting on my knee under the table. Again I didn’t move but felt his hand stroking my thigh. I got the message and pressed my leg against his.
He then asked if I’d like to go to his place as he had some very good whisky. We left the bar, to some knowing looks from the barman and customers, and walked to a big house just off the main street. Hughie produced a bottle of single malt and we sat on the sofa together dinking. He soon had his hand stroking my thigh again and I told him that it felt rather nice. He then said he’d go change into something more appropriate and to make myself comfortable, take off my jacket and feel at home while he did so. I knew the score by then so as soon as he left the room I stripped off completely and was sitting there naked when he returned. He remarked that I certainly had made myself comfortable and I said it was what he had asked me to do. He had on a Chinese robe, dark blue and very silky. I remarked on it and he turned round to show it all to me. He asked me to feel the texture. I did so, running both my hands over almost all of it, taking my time to stroke it, especially over his thighs and buttocks, and feeling his firm body underneath it. He clearly enjoyed my doing that and told me it felt lovely. He sat next to me and was soon stroking my thighs, the rest of my body and then my prick and balls. We were kissing deeply and I pealed off his robe to find underneath a brief thong just covering his jewels. He had a lovely fit, tanned, perfectly smooth body despite his age – he later told me he had a small private gym and a sunbed in the house.
He went down on his knees and took me in his mouth beautifully, sucking me greedily whilst fondling my balls so that he almost made me cum. I pulled him up and we kissed and fondled each other before I went down and sucked his small, semi-hard cock. He asked if I’d like to go up to the bedroom and he led me by the hand up to a large room with a solid wooden bed with black sheets. The place was decorated with home-erotic photos and pictures, very masculine in style. We climbed on the bed together, kissing and fondling each other and he went down on me, nearly making me come again before I stopped him. He asked if I would fuck him so I lay him on his face with two pillows under his groin. With some lube from the bedside I parted his cheeks and slid into him easily. I fucked him deep and slow, lying along the full length of his body and feeling his lovely smooth skin against mine. He moaned as I thrust deep into him and I could feel his muscles gripping me as I did so. After a while I pulled out of him, rolled him on to his back and with the pillows under his bum I entered him in the missionary position. We kissed and fondled as I fucked him. He held me tight, pulling me down onto him and returning my thrusts. I was really enjoying fucking this old pouf so I took my time until I could hold back no longer and came throbbing hot spunk pumping inside him. I lay there inside him and wanked him until he came a jet of spunk over his belly.
We lay there talking and he took me he’d lived there all his life. He’d been to college in London but hated the city except for the nice men he met there. He’d worked for his father and inherited the family business and home which meant he was quite well off. He didn’t pl ay with anyone locally as he’d had a bad experience and in a small place like that no-one had any secrets. He never let anyone stay the night as his cleaning lady would have it broadcast over the whole town before lunchtime. He didn’t let her do his bedroom for the same reason. He’d picked me up because I wasn’t local. He had gay friends in Edinburgh he visited occasionally, he travelled a bit, sometimes on business and he’d spend a Saturday night in Newcastle or occasionally Leeds every few weeks to visit the gay bars and saunas. I didn’t tell him that is was common knowledge in the town that he was gay.
Hughie asked if I’d like to return the following night and we could use his hot tub. We agreed to meet and after a hard day’s work and a good meal in the pub I went over to his place. He was wearing his Chinese robe with nothing under it. He showed me through to the conservatory where the hot tub was bubbling and I soon stripped off and climbed in. I lay back enjoying the warmth when Hughie climbed in with me. We both lay there for a while before I felt him rubbing against me then his hands stroking my body and soon fondling my prick. It felt really good and I told him so. We were soon kissing deeply then he lifted my bum so that he could suck me clear of the water. This felt lovely among the bubbles. I was nearly on the point of coming when he stopped and he climbed up and straddled me, lowering himself on to my hard penis. He rode me in that position, hanging on to me to kiss me and forcing himself down on me so as to get every last millimetre of me deep inside him. I had to stop him after a while or I would have come in him like that. We kissed and climbed out of the tub, dried off and went up to the bedroom. I lay him on his back with the pillows under him and slid easily between his thighs. This time I fucked him gently and affectionately, making love to him you might say. He was obviously enjoying it, returning my gentle thrusts and murmuring his appreciation, kissing me deeply and caressing my body. We carried on like this for quite some time as I enjoyed the slow rhythmic in-out of my prick and feeling his muscles alternately relaxing then gripping me. I think he must have had enough or he wanted to come himself as he suddenly gripped me and pulled me down on him, returning my thrusts much harder. I responded and as I fucked hard he let out a shout and I felt his spunk hit my belly. I continued fucking him hard until I shot another load of hot spunk in him, feeling his muscles milking every last drop out of me.
We both lay there exhausted and he thanked me profusely, telling me that I could call again anytime I was in the vicinity, however unlikely that may be.
