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Jerry’s World – Old BertI was surprised to get a response from the advert I placed months ago for odd jobs, it was from an old guy called Bert who sent me a lovely email which showed that the guy was genuine. He was 72 and widowed, he lived alone in a little one-bedroom bungalow and because of his age and the usual aches and pains he found it hard to do the odd jobs around the house. He was honest, he told me he couldn’t afford to pay me much but hoped that out of the kindness of my heart that I would help the old soldier out, reading between the lines I surmised that he was lonely and also wanted the company, I respected him for his honesty and openness.I sent him a reply thanking him and would happily drop round for a chat and see what needed doing and within minutes got a reply stating he was so happy and looking forward to seeing me.Not knowing what work he had for me I threw on an old pair of sports shorts and a tee shirt and headed off to the bus stop, it was only a few stops and I didn’t fancy the walk.What I hadn’t bargained for was it was school kicking out time and the bus was packed making even the shortest journey uncomfortable.I was pushed and prodded as I tried to find a space to stand and eventually found myself in the middle of the bus right at the bottom of the stairs, not that it was worth going up to find a seat for the short journey but I couldn’t anyway as the stairs were occupied by students half way up or half way down, how the hell do they get so many people on a bus??It was crazy there were people talking over each other and even having conversations with people 10 foot away and I was being pushed and prodded however it did have it’s bonus, at one point I lost my balance and almost stumbled and the view I had up a couple of skirts made it all worthwhile.My stop was arriving and I had to fight my way to the door and I had no idea what I was touching while pushing through the crowd, I was sure at one point someone had hold of my cock but had no idea who.I got off the bus and straightened myself up and luckily Bert lived right there by the bus stop and as I opened the gate I saw the old feller standing by the front door.Bert wasn’t a big man in fact he was quite thin but looked fit and he stood the smiling as I walked up the path, he had an old pair of baggy shorts on and a button up short sleeved shirt, the dress sense of old people eh!“Ahh Jerry, so kind of you to come, thank you” he said holding his hand out to greet me, “Come in, come in” he said cheerfully as he checked me out, “See you come dressed for work son” he said with a chuckle as we walked in to his small but nice lounge.I looked out the patio doors to see his small back garden all very neat and tidy with a paved area and a few flowerbeds, it certainly wasn’t gardening he wanted doing.“Fancy a scotch son?” he asked cheerfully getting 2 glasses and an unopened bottle of the finest scotch whisky and putting them down on the table. Now I don’t think I had ever drank scotch before but didn’t want to sound ungrateful so duly accepted.We had a break the ice chat and I found out that although Bert was pretty fit he had put his back out a bit and needed a couple of boxes put up in the loft, easy enough plus I get to drink his scotch which by the way was beginning to knock my socks off, I knew there was a reason I stuck to bursa escort beer.My glass was getting low and he picked up the bottle to fill it but I told him I had better do the boxes first or I will fall off the ladder, he poured the drink anyway saying we can drink it afterwards.OMG I got dizzy when I stood up and bless Bert who offered to hold the ladder for me as I looked a bit unsteady on my feet, I couldn’t thank him enough as we walked out into the hall to the small hatch and a couple of boxes on the floor.“It might be a bit dusty up there son, better take your shirt off first, save getting it dirty” he suggested and I figured that would be a good idea so I pulled off my shirt giving it to him to hold, he looked at my body spending far too long studying my old shorts and as I picked up a box he stood behind me grabbing the ladder either side.Bert laughed and apologised for being so close to me but he was concerned for my safety and I must say I appreciated it as I did feel a bit woozy, I told him its alright and was glad he was helping.I started up the steps of the ladder and had to stop half way and balance the box while I reached up to open the hatch, she was right.. it was dusty.Bert did a good job holding me steady and I could feel his breath on my back and as I stepped up further I was conscious that his head was touching my arse, I dropped the box in the loft and started back down to get the other box.Bert was very apologetic bordering on embarrassed about the contact but I reassured him that my safety was of paramount importance so not to worry about it, “Thank you, thank you son” he said sincerely.I started back up with Bert close behind again and his breath on my back sent tingles through me, when I got to the top I again felt his head pushing against my arse and there was definitely more contact this time so I decided to push the boxes to the side nice and neatly.I definitely felt the old man pushing his nose into my crack through the thin fabric of my old shorts and if I am honest I wasn’t in a hurry to get down but felt a stirring down below so had to make a decision to save embarrassment.I took a step down and closed the hatch and Bert was so grateful for my help, “Come and have a drink son” he said as I got down and folded up the ladder. We walked back to the lounge and I totally forgot about my shirt and just hoped he hadn’t noticed the slight bulge wobbling around inside my shorts.I couldn’t be certain if he did or didn’t but I sure as hell saw something flopping about inside his and as he sat down he made no effort to hide it as it stood up on his lap.“Cheers lad” he said raising his glass, “You’re a good lad” he said with sincerity and I lifted my glass and drunk with him, we downed it in one and I felt this warm sensation run through my body and my head started to spin, next thing I know is he is filling my glass again but I was feeling quite relaxed.I was finding it hard to focus and realised that the scotch had taken effect but the old man insisted I drink to celebrate a new friendship, seemed rude to refuse.I don’t know how or when but I noticed that Bert’s shirt was now undone and I could clearly see his tanned chest and a few grey hairs and for 72 he was in rather good shape, apart from his back spasm.“Can I use your little boys room please Bert?” I asked and he giggled escort bursa his reply, “Are you a little boy?” he joked with a wink.. he stood up holding his hand out, “Come on son, I’ll show you where it is” he said and we were like the blind leading the blind as we stumbled out to the bathroom.He walked in with me and we giggled at the prospect of both going together, I guess when needs must and all that but then again it was no different from standing at a urinal in a public toilet so I happily pulled my shorts down a bit and held on to my semi hard cock trying to aim my urine stream into the bowl, sounds easy but when you got someone standing next to you watching the difficulty level goes up.Bert couldn’t contain his laughter as he pulled down his shorts and followed suit, I must say that looking down at him holding his cock I couldn’t help but look up at him, “Impressive” I said but I think he was confused as to what I meant, the fact that he was aiming better than me or the size of his 72yo cock.My legs were wobbling and we were laughing so much that I began to stumble just as I was shaking off the drips, Bert was alert and put his hand out to stop me falling however his hand landed right on my arse cheeks and I felt him squeeze hard in order to avoid me falling, I felt his finger push into my crack.He finished and we both had a giggling fit especially as I watched him shaking the drips with one hand while his other hand steadied me.“Here son, let me help you” he said as he put his cock away and then helped me by pulling my old shorts up carefully tucking away my cock which was starting to get harder.He turned me round putting my arm around his shoulder and we tried to stagger back to the lounge and I felt his hand again on my arse but he must have misjudged because his hand was actually up the leg and again squeezing my arse cheeks.How we got back to the lounge is beyond me and once seated he handed me my drink, “Mission completed son” he said with a laugh and we knocked the rest down in one.. OMG my head was spinning as Bert sat back down opposite me.I looked across trying to focus my eyes and Bert had now somehow lost his shirt somewhere along the bathroom break and we mirrored each other sitting there man spreading, I knew he was looking directly between my legs but was powerless and could feel my cock getting harder under my old shorts which seemed to lift up my shorts and I knew my balls were on display.Bert on the other hand had slightly longer shorts on and although nothing could be seen up the leg his arousal was obvious.We still had the giggling fits and then Bert suggested that I try to use the bathroom again before I left as there was nothing worse than a full bladder on public transport.Bert very kindly stood up and offered his hand to me to help and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the front of his shorts and still giggling he helped me up to my feel and I stumbled forward but luckily he was there to steady me however we seemed to both stab each other with our tent poles which again caused a bout of laughter.Neither of us could really understand why we both had boners but we seemed to linger close together for longer than we should have really but it was all in good spirits as he spun me around and I again put my arm around his shoulder for support.It was difficult bursa escort bayan staggering to the bathroom and Bert this time put his hand on my lower back to support me however with staggered movements down the hall his hand seemed to slip down into the waistband and by the time we managed to get to the bathroom my shorts were halfway down my arse with only my erection holding them up, I could feel his fingers probing my crack and I noticed his bulge had got considerably bigger.We got to the bathroom and I thanked him for his help and even told him that with his bad back it must have been difficult and suggested he sit on the toilet bowl to get his breath back which he did but with me now facing him and my shorts halfway down my arse he laughed as my bulging shorts were right in front of his face. I was still struggling for balance and put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, “Let me help you son” he said softly and I felt him grabbing my old shorts tugging them down to my ankles, my cock sprung out standing upright.“Wow son, you gonna find it hard to go with your cock hard like that” he said as his hands ran around my cheeks gently squeezing and he looked directly at the tip of my stiffy which was just inches away from him.He looked up at me to see I was still trying to balance, “Let’s see what we can do to help” he sighed and with that he leant forward and took my swollen head into his mouth, OMG I felt his warm tongue circling my helmet and something told me that this wasn’t the first cock he had sucked and I moaned as I felt the tightness of his throat.All of a sudden his hands moved from my arse but he was still licking and sucking and then one hand returned to steady me and I was totally lost in the moment and didn’t realize he was wanking his own cock with his other hand.. WOW!!I moaned as his tongue flicked around my balls licking up and down the shaft and the old guy seemed to be enjoying himself as his head started to bob up and down on my throbbing meat, he was really up for this and even in my condition he was sending shivers through my body.He grabbed my arse tight as he saw my knees shaking and I couldn’t hold back any longer and as my cock exploded in the old man’s mouth I could sense him swallowing hard. I held on to his shoulders as I got my breath back as the old man started to lick around the head and suck the last drops from my softening cock. He looked up at me proud of his achievement, “There you go son, should be able to go now” he said licking his lips while standing up dressing himself.I stood over the bowl as he watched me empty my bladder and funnily enough after shooting my load I was feeling much more coherent as I finished and was able to pull my shorts up, we walked back into the lounge where I found my tee shirt and got myself dressed and the old man made sure I was ok to get home before letting me loose on the outside world. “Thank you son” he said softly as we stood at the door and I knew a bus was due as people were standing at the bus stop, the old man cheerfully waving me goodbye as I walked up to the bus stop.I certainly wasn’t feeling perfect and it was as much as I could do to concentrate on getting on the right bus, it was busy with schools finishing at different times and was obvious from the people waiting that this was going to be a nightmare ride home but had to be done as walking home wasn’t an option.The bus turned up and luckily not everyone got on and it wasn’t as packed as I thought it was and I was lucky enough to get a seat, I couldn’t wait to get home..To Be Continued….

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