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Silent Silver DaddyA few years back, I had a job that took me all over the UK as a maintenance engineer. A big drawback to the job was staying away all week, usually in the cheapest, nastiest hotels you can imagine, cooped up with three or four hairy arsed, snoring and farting workmates. A lot of our work involved night shift work, so the daytime hours were our own to do with as we wished. Suffice to say, once I awoke in the early afternoon from the previous night’s work, the prospect of spending the day with the aforementioned company was less than appealing.One midsummer’s day, we were based in Brighton on a job, and after finishing our first shift, we retired to our no-star hotel room after our breakfast. I was the first to stir at about half past twelve in the afternoon, and proceeded to make myself presentable and see what this South coast town had to offer. I walked along the pebble beach, admired the sea and had a look along the famous pier. I wandered around into the town centre, slightly dismayed by the amount of homeless and beggars on it’s streets, before coming back down towards where our hotel was situated. I came across a quaint drinking establishment nestled away in a side street and decided to go in and partake of a large foaming ale.The place was set up deliberately rustic; plenty of rough grained wood, plain iron framed tables and old fashioned Guinness pictures and the like adorning the wall. I ordered a pint of lager from the attractive barmaid and sat at the bar to drink it. As I drank, the young lady behind the bar started to make conversation with me, and it turned out she was originally from the same town as myself, now living in exile on the South coast riviera! She was totally charming, and that one pint quickly turned into four or five.By mid-afternoon, I decided to head back to my room and sleep off the çanakkale escort effects of the beer that I’d consumed, but after stepping out into the fresh air, I quickly needed to pee. Luckily, I had passed a public convenience on my original foray into town, and made a hasty trot in it’s direction. I entered into the old Victorian style loos, passing by the attendant’s little office, making my way to the gent’s section. I think it’s safe to say that these premises had seen better days. Nonetheless, I unzipped myself and groaned in relief as I emptied the beer from my bursting bladder. I cleaned my hands, but curiosity was getting the better of me; what was scrawled on the insides of Brighton’s toilets? Well, as it turned out, what’s usually scrawled on the inside of every toilet in the land; who to phone for a good time, short tales of gay erotica and pictures of trannies gobbling dick and having their arses filled to the brim with big fat cocks! It had been a while since I had perused such things like this in a public loo, but the way my middle aged cock was slowly filling with blood upon the sight of the well drawn pictures and horny stories accompanying the imagery, I knew I was going to have to crack one out before I returned to the hotel!I checked all the stalls, and decided on the one with the most grafitti daubed all over it. Unfortunately, none of the locks on any of the stalls were intact. Needless to say, at that point, I no longer cared. In fact, I found the idea of a ‘danger wank’ even more of a turn-on! And so I proceeded to bring my cock to full arousal within a few strokes as my eyes lustfully took in the short tales of transvestite and gay exploits, pumping my glistening cock to the images of well drawn cocks surrounded by equally well defined lingerie. It really took me back to my younger days, and I was escort çanakkale thoroughly enjoying the ambience! At this point, however, I heard footsteps enter into the gents and I had to place my foot on the bottom of the battered old door to conceal my naughty deeds.I heard the individual shuffle about before they decided to occupy the stall next to mine. Still, I slowly wanked my prick, my eyes still absorbing the well written filth on the back of the door. My gaze wandered over to the wall to my left, reading the mucky scrawls, when I noticed that an eager blue eye was firmly fixed on my hard cock through a peephole! I felt a twinge in my cock, aroused even further by the illicit observation of my masturbating. I had to slow the pace down; I was highly turned on and was feeling my seed stir in my balls. The eye disappeared. I heard the creak of the stall’s door beside me. A shadow appeared in the doorway, my heart was pounding, almost feeling as though it was about to burst through my chest. The door was quickly pushed aside, and I was greeted by the sight of a small, elderly gentleman, dressed in a brown plaid suit, his semi aroused cock peeping through his open flies. Without uttering a word, he squeezed into the stall with me, pushing the old door shut as his eager, trembling hands reached out to grab my man meat.I couldn’t believe my luck! I’ve said it before, but I just can’t get enough of ‘silver daddies’! They rock my world. As my newfound companion manipulated my member, I fumbled around with his belt and awkwardly managed to pull down his trousers, releasing him from his striped boxers, admiring his slightly engorged member, encased in a mixture of mousy brown and grey pubic hair. I ran my fingers over his genitals, playfully tickling his scrotum before taking him to task with the tips of my fingers and çanakkale escort bayan wanking him, watching his darkened penis stir even more into life. At this point, I forcibly removed his hand from my own cock; I was ready to blow my load. I needed a little respite. I sat myself on the cracked toilet bowl, and brought my mouth towards his hardened member. I gently stuck out my tongue and slowly lapped around the head of his circumcised prick, before starting to take him into my mouth. He took in a sharp intake of air, his breathing quickened. It had been years since I’d fellated an elderly cock, but I was picking it up again.Within several strokes, my nose was buried into his pubes, his cock glistening with my saliva. My hands wandered around to his backside. I stroked his buttocks, and as I did so, I swear I could feel his cock twitch on the end of my tongue. I then gently stroked his perineum, feeling the ribbed texture of the erectile tissue beneath, before bringing my fingertips to his inner thighs and working them round in tiny circles. At this point, I increased the pace of my sucking, and my companion proceeded to rock himself, giving my hungry mouth a good face fucking. Needless to say, it didn’t take long before I was rewarded with a particularly thick load. He bucked about and contorted himself, holding onto the sides of my head, ensuring I got all of his hot cum. He didn’t exactly shoot his juice straight down my throat, but instead, I got pulse after pulse of hot thick cum, which I duly swallowed. Mmm.. Thank you, daddy!I gently lapped at the tip of his softening cock, ensuring I got the last of his load.My companion reached down and pulled up his boxers, then pulled up his trousers, tucked his shirt in, buckled up his belt and without a word, departed the premises. I think he was probably consumed by guilt and shame, and just wanted to leave. But I knew he’d be back. We always come back, no matter how much embarrassment you feel post orgasm! I finished off my previous wank, and I came buckets! Suffice to say, I will always look back fondly on that short stay in Brighton…
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