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Slowly he presses his prick against my arsehole and I can feel his pre-cum moistening my hole for him to enter. I try to relax as the tip of his cock enters my hole, he pauses long enough for my hole to adjust to him and then he surges into me. Oh! That is so wonderful as I feel his cock filling my arse, as he starts to fuck me his cock is hitting all the right spots inside. His hands go to my nipples and he squeezes and pinches them, making me rise against him, my cock slips up his stomach and my balls are pressed between us. He has a steady rhythm that is pounding into my whole body, his cock hammering at me and his balls beating in time to that rhythm.

Suddenly his cock is swelling inside me and I know that the moment has come. He squeezes my nipples as his cock thrusts deep within me and I feel the spurt of his hot cum filling my arse. Still he drives his cock in and out of my arse and with each thrust more cum shoots into me. The feel of his fucking and the warmth of his cum is enough for me and I can feel the stirring deep inside me that means that I'm going to cum as well. Just as the cum starts to climb up inside my cock, he takes his cock out of me arsehole and leaning down takes mine between his lips. Sliding his mouth down over the stem his lips squeezing all the way down until he reaches the base, I can't hold back now and I thrust up into his mouth and feel my cock slip into his throat as I empty my cum into him. He gulps and sucks with his tongue wrapping itself around my shooting cock. Not only does this guy fuck like a horse he sucks like a vacuum cleaner and he keeps sucking me long after I've finished shooting my cum.

Gradually he slides his mouth off of my cock and lies down beside me, with one arm over my chest he says

"I guess we'd better get ready to go out now!" I murmur agreement and lean over and kiss those lips which have just taken my cock between them, as I do I can taste my cum lingering on them. When he puts his tongue into my mouth the taste of my cum is even stronger. I like the taste.

He slaps my arse and tells me again that we'd better go, so I roll of the bed and head for my room, all sorts of thoughts going through my mind as I get dressed, "What is his wife going to say if she finds out? How am I going to stay here this night? Will we get another chance? Oh boy! I hope so!" I'm just about ready when Jay shouts out

"Come on! Hurry up, its not far, but we don't want to be late" It's a good job that I have one of those fashionable buzz cuts so that there is no combing of hair to do. I slip on a pair of shoes and go downstairs where he is waiting. He is dressed in jeans and tee shirt as well, with his beard and hair all brushed and tidy.

Just before we go out the door he kisses me on the lips, grabbing my cock through my trousers, then he says

"That's towards later, we are going to have fun tonight!!" Before I can react, except to start getting hard again, he's off through the door. Hurriedly I follow him outside and down the front drive, eventually we reach the pub and enter, with me wondering how the hell he is going to do anything later. Once we are inside, Phil is already there, with some others who, when we join, get introduced. I'm never going to remember all their names as they probably won't remember mine, but the good old stand-by of "Mate" will get me by.

I order a pint and stand a little bit out of the circle as they all go back to chatting about the latest car they've bought and let my gaze wander around the bar. A darkish place, these village pubs always are, with about four other customers sat around. Of Phil's group most of them are about our age, but there is one older guy who I vaguely remember, but from where or when I can't think. He must be about twenty years older than me and has grey hair, cut very short, and a grey/brown beard. His blue eyes are rather piercing and striking, if only I could remember where I knew him from! I make my way around the group until I'm next to him and after a while he turns and asks me how things are going? I tell him fine, but then I say

"I know it sounds stupid, but don't I know you from somewhere?"

"You should do" He replies "I'm Phil's dad" I apologise and say of course I remember him now, but it was a long time ago. A very long time, memories come back of his wife being a mousey blonde and that there weren't any other children.

"How's your wife?" I ask. "He glances at Phil, but Phil is buying a round at the bar,

"She and I divorced about ten years ago, we discovered our incompatibility, I suppose" he murmurs.

"Well I'm sorry about that, I hope it was all amicable? Would you like another drink?" He says that he'll have a beer so I go up to the bar, I look around to offer Phil one as well, but he is busy so I just tell the barman to put one in for him and head back to Phil's dad. As I hand over the beer I ask

"So what do you think about Phil's marriage then?"

"Oh, its no problem, she's a nice girl and I'm sure that they will be happy. Phil is a very secure guy"

"I know that" I reply "He has been a bloody good friend to me, he helped me a lot at one time." The conversation wanders a bit between various subjects for a while and he tells me that his name is Valentine, but most people call him Al as in Jolson. I look a bit bemused at this so he says

"I don't suppose that you remember Al Jolson a singer?" I shake my head and he carries on "Well I guess I'm getting old then!"

"You're not that old!" I retort "My guess is that you are about 55 or 56"

"Thanks very much, I'm actually 62" he says smiling.

"Umm! He looks good for 62" I think, "I hope I look that good at that age" "I'm just going for a pee, will you look after my beer for me please" I ask him.

"Of course" he says "But I want one as well. I think it will be OK if we leave our beer on the bar for a while"

So off we go to the toilet. I can't help glancing down at Al's hands as we stand at the urinal and he's not hiding anything, his cock is hanging there pissing and its thick with a long foreskin. I realise that I'm staring and start to look away when his hand reaches out and grabs hold of my hardening cock. Looking up at him I can see he is smiling as he leans forward and kisses me, I'm a bit taken aback, but with those lips on mine I respond passionately.

"We had better get back to the bar" he says. I murmur my consent and as we go back I think "This weekend is turning into something else" Back in the bar, Phil has started to sing, which isn't a good idea as his singing voice is not one of his best attributes.

"Are we going to the other Pub?" I ask Jay

"No chance mate. That's where the women are, unless that's your interest?" he says with a knowing smile. Jay turns back to the group so with no one else to chat with I go back to Al. He has sat himself down at a table so I ask if I can join him and get an affirmative. "What do you say to someone who has just groped and kissed you?" I wonder.

"I was just thinking what to say to you, now that I've had your prick in my hand" he says, almost mirroring my thoughts, "So I wondered if you would like to go to bed?" I almost choke on the mouthful of beer I'd just taken.

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