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Next time, son…A few nights ago, I was super horny, and since my fat wife won’t do anything about it, I decided to hit up one of the local ABS… but it was so late, they were all closed. I checked the parking lots around back; there are usually at least a few cars parked way after closing, but this night there was nothing. So I figured, the local Walmart is 24hr – let’s see if I can’t find something to do there. After all, by this point, I was about ready to do whatever just to get off. You probably know the feeling…Since it was already well past midnight, I checked the front bathrooms first. There’s usually nothing going on there because it’s so close to the doors and checkouts and service desk. And sure enough, it was deserted. I walked to the back of the store and checked that bathroom – it’s much bigger, a bit more secluded, and no one is working that rear service desk that late.I happened to catch an old disheveled man walking around the rear aisle in the store. It was painfully obvious that this old man was homeless – fuck, if I was homeless, there would be worse places to squat when it’s below freezing outside than a 24hr Walmart! Anyway, I push the bathroom door open and slowly walk in, and make my way back to the furthest stall against the back wall.No sooner do I get into the stall and pull the door shut and lock it, when I hear the bathroom door swing open. Since he was loitering in the area, I assumed it was the homeless senior citizen I had seen walking around. Just to make sure, I leaned down and looked under the door, and sure enough, the same old man is slowly walking back to the stall next to mine (there are only two stalls). As he got closer, it became clear that he was definitely homeless – he was unshaven, dirty, and his clothes had seen better decades.But like I said, I was super horned up. So I pulled down my pants and boxers, leaned back against the toilet, and started to slowly stroke my cock. He entered the next stall, pulled down his pants and underwear, and sat down too. Before long, I could hear this dirty homeless old man jerking off – fap fap fap. I made sure I was also fapping loudly enough for him to hear me doing it, which triggered a few moans back and forth out of both of us, followed by his first words – he whispered, “fuck yeah boy”. If it was possible for me to get harder after hearing that, I did… more likely, I just started stroking harder, making more noise.After a few minutes, I figure what the hell – let’s give it a shot. So I put my hand down under the stall, making the standard hand gesture to signal availability. To be honest, I expected the old man to get down for a little understall playtime, but he had another idea. I hear him get up, yanking up his underwear but not bothering to pull up his pants, and walked out of his stall – followed immediately by a knock on my stall door.I experienced a moment of, well, not fear – reticence; then I remember that this is why I came out here way after midnight – why I climbed out of my fat cheating pig wife’s bed and snuck out of the house – to find someone to help satisfy my lust. I’m no spring chicken (44yo), but I love playing with older men. I really was hoping for an old man (the ABS is almost exclusively guys my age or older – and sometimes a LOT older). So I opened the door, and in front of me stood this old man. An old HOMELESS man – was what went through my head, over and over. Suddenly my head is spinning – I’ve played with strangers at the local ABS many, many times. Fuck, between my mouth and my ass, they’ve shot their bare loads in me more times than I can count at this point, and I’ve given them my share of loads too. Still, there’s always something in the back of your head reassuring you, telling you that when he’s done, he going to go home, clean up, and probably get back in bed with his wife, just like me.But this was different. Yes, he was dirty – he was old and homeless and if I had to guess, I’d say the only part that gets washed with any kind of consistency at all was his hands, since he’s basically living outside this store, and so has 24hr access to the bathroom and its sinks. The fact that I was even bahis siteleri canlı thinking about doing anything this dirty disgusted me. And turned me on. It was confusing, but I kept going.My eyes wandered down to his underwear, which snapped me back to reality. He wasn’t rock hard, and he wasn’t huge, but those things have never mattered to me anyway. Like I said, I prefer old men. What was important is that there was a cock attached to a willing senior citizen – a thought which immediately stiffened my own cock. I also realized that I hadn’t pulled up my boxers, so now my hard cock is pointing at this man, and there was no way for me to hide the fact that standing in front of this man made my cock hard.He told me his name was John, that he was 73 this December, and that he was a veteran; I likewise told him my name and that I was 44. He asked if I was married, and I showed him my wedding band. I always wear it – it’s a quick way to silently communicate through the gloryholes that you are married. Flash it quickly, and most people interpret that as you being clean. He also asked if we had k**s, and what my wife was like. I told him it was just me and her, and as I opened the Photos app on my phone and started swiping tthrough it, I just instinctively told him her name. This shocked me – even if other men do want to see the fat pig, I don’t give them personal info like that. And the realization that I just told this homeless old man without a second thought made my cock as hard as a rock. I could feel a little precum already welling up to the tip of my mushroom head. It also obviously turned him on that I was so willing to show nude photos of my wife of 20 years to a total stranger, as his grandad cock was now tenting his dirty underwearStill, a homeless man was completely uncharted territory. I had to know for sure, and without a subtle way to pose the question, asked John if he was homeless. He nodded yes as he pulled down his underwear, exposing his old homeless cock to me for the first time. I am not real big, but mine was just slightly longer and thicker than his. But like I said, that doesn’t matter to me. I asked him if he liked the photos of my pig slut wife. He said “oh fuck yes… I love fat women!” I could tell, of course, but I never tire of hearing another person call her fat. Ever.I set the phone up on the toilet paper dispenser, with a photo of my totally exposed wife showing on the screen. That’s the second thing I don’t do – I show other men pics with her face edited or cropped out – but not this time. This time, John was looking at my fully exposed wife, staring at her fat face as well as her fat body, and he started stroking his dick. I took his hand and put it on my cock, and then wrapped my hand around his slightly smaller dick. And just like that, I had a dirty homeless old man’s cock in my hand, and mine was in his. He said, “oh fuck that’s a nice cock boy” and started stroking it for me. I liked when he called me boy… again, I like older men, and hearing that always highlights the age difference between us, making it even better. John was looking at my wife, making little comments about her body, and about her face, as I stroked his cock. To test the waters, I said, “mmm you have a nice cock too daddy”, and waited for a response.John let out a moan followed by, “yeah boy, jerk daddy’s hard cock.. I bet you’d love to see daddy’s dirty cock in your fat wife wouldn’t you?” At that moment, I couldn’t help thinking of him using my fat wife, with his cock in my hand and her photo displayed for him. I just nodded and stroked his senior cock faster, which made us both moan. I imagined him fucking my fat wife, unloading in her unprotected cunt. He said, “you wanna see me cum in your pig boy?” I nodded again, and instinctively got down on my knees in the booth. He had to let go of my cock, and I was focusing on his.After only a few minutes, I felt John’s cock pulsate, followed by him saying softly, almost in a whisper, “oh yeah boy”… and before I could do anything else, his first rope of cum flew. Time slowed down as I realized just how bad I was in that moment – this was by far casino siteleri the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, both figuratively and literally. And before I could react, that first rope of completely unknown cum hit my face.Had I lost my mind? This was too far, I told myself. I had to stop, NOW. And yet, I kept stroking him and just looked up at him, my face streaked with that first rope of dirty cum.John looked away from my wife’s photo momentarily to peer down at my face and saw that I let his cum hit my face, and that pushed him further. “Oh FUCK yeah boy, take daddy’s load on your pretty face!”, he said louder. And with each stroke, I was now extracting another rope of his filthy cum, squirting it on my face, and down my chest. The last few drops I made sure hit my own cock.I felt dirty. Disgustingly dirty. Filthy. My face was coated in his dirty seed, along with my chest. And worst of all, my cock had his cum on it. I was in a daze. I felt like a cum slut. I reached down in that daze and rubbed his cum all over my cock, using my finger to push his cum in my big dick hole. I fingered my dick hole for a minute, and suddenly I snapped back to reality.I thought, “Oh my GOD! What the fuck am I doing?!” But before I could even think another thought, I saw John pick up my phone and start swiping through all of my wife’s photos. It didn’t matter that there were pictures I wasn’t going to show him – he was looking at them all. He stopped on a photo of my fat wife with my dick in her mouth, and moved closer to me. I was still on my knees, fast approaching the point of no return.And I didn’t care. He showed me the photo he was looking at, and I opened my mouth and took his dirty flaccid senior cock in my mouth. Just like that, I crossed that line. I had John’s homeless dick in my mouth. I started sucking it, and he slowly got harder as he swiped through my wife’s photos again.I started stroking my cock with one hand, as I sucked and stroked his cock with the other. He was relatively quiet this time, and he didn’t get back to being hard like he was before – which is why I was startled when his cum hit the back of my throat! He had put the phone down, and once he started to cum, he dispelled any thoughts I might have had of backing out by grabbing the back of my head with both hands. John was now fucking my mouth! Even though he wasn’t really hard, he was still pumping cum down my throat.And he loved it! He held the back of my head and kept saying “YEAH BOY SUCK DADDY’S DICK! TAKE DADDY’S LOAD! SUCK IT YOU LITTLE OLD MAN COCKSUCKER! SWALLOW MY SEED BITCH!”This talk drove me crazy! John pushed me way over he edge, and as his flaccid old dick finished dumping his cum down my throat, I exploded! He missed the first few jets of my load, but put his hand down and caught as much of it as he could. My head was spinning. I was disgusted with myself for what just happened. But that doesn’t stop you from cumming. Many times, like this time, it just makes you cum harder.As my POB (post-orgasmic bliss) passed, my brain started working again. I figured an old man cumming twice in a short time, and already that second cum being from a flaccid cock, that John must be done. I mean, he MUST be done, right? But no, no, he wasn’t quite done yet.He was looking at my wife’s photos yet again; but this time, he was stroking his flaccid cock with the hand he caught my cum in. I watched for a minute as he stroked, his senior citizen dick glistening from the coating of my cum he was spreading on it. He rubbed his cum-wet hand over his balls, and down over his asshole, and moved back to his cock again.I started to stroke too. I asked John if he liked how my cum felt on his cock. He nodded and said, “mmmhmm, cum makes good lube boy!”. Suddenly it was obvious where he was heading, but there was no way I was going to go that far. I had already gone way too far… letting this dirty old homeless man inside me was out of the question.And yet, I kept stroking my cock, which got rock hard from what John just said and from knowing what he was thinking. I shook my head no, and said, “John, I can’t…” over and over. And John kept saying, “just relax canlı casino boy, no one’s gonna do anything they don’t wanna do”. And we both kept stroking. And as I kept saying no, I was slowly moving towards the wall, holding onto the bar, and slowly bending over. And I kept stroking my hard cock, which was now leaking precum like crazy.As I felt John’s hand spread my ass cheeks, and as I felt his cock head press gently against my asshole, I protested one more time. I put my head down, held onto the bar, stroked my hard cock, and said, “daddy, please, don’t… fuck me… please…”My words trailed off as John pushed the head of his dirty cock, lubed with my cum, past my hole. I gasped, surprised at the hardness of his cock now. I let go of my cock, put both hands on the bar, held on, and pushed my ass back against daddy.And that was all he needed. John grabbed my shoulders and sank his cock all the way into me. I felt his balls slap against mine for the first time. I moaned, and he slid out and back in again, balls deep inside his boy. My heart was racing and my mind was blank. I never even noticed the guy in the next stall until he put his phone on the floor, obviously recording what was happening.John saw the guy in the next booth jerking off under the stall wall, as his phone recorded everything. He took hold of my hands, and slowly pushed me down, guiding me down until I was on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor, sliding in and out of me as he did. I was lost. I didn’t care I was being recorded. I said, “fuck me daddy”, and felt John start to speed up. As he did, I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing it down. Then daddy said, “suck his dick boy!” And I was so far gone, I opened my mouth, and took the stranger in the next stall’s cock in my mouth under the stall wall. Seeing that made John fuck me faster, which made the anonymous man in the next stall start fucking my mouth.The anonymous cock in my mouth was a little smaller than both of our cocks, but rock hard, and before long all of us were moaning, our cocks pulsating. I hear the man next door say his only word, “FUCK!”, and with that he started to unload in my mouth.Knowing that I was taking this unknown man’s load down my throat for him made John tense up, and suddenly he said, “yes boy take daddy’s seed, daddy’s gonna breed you slut!” He grabbed my hips and fucked as hard as he could, and I could feel him unloading his daddy cum inside me. This was all too much for me… my hard cock started squirting rope after rope of cum on the floor of the bathroom stall, hands free. Between the anonymous dick dumping his load down my married throat, and the dirty gray daddy breeding my hole with his seed, I was out of control. My mind was blank. I was far beyond where I thought I’d ever go.As my cock dripped the last of my cum on the floor, the anonymous man pulled his cock from my mouth, and quickly left before I ever got to see him. John also pulled his soft cock from my ass. I slowly stopped shaking, and stood up. I realized the anonymous man just left with a video of me sucking his dick and getting fucked. We were both silent, standing naked next to each other. John leaned down and licked my mushroom head, getting a taste of my cum in his mouth. Then he stood up and said “daddy loves fucking his boy” and kissed me.Now, I like cock, but I’m not into kissing guys. But my mind was on overload, and I just kissed him back, our tongues wrapping around each other’s as our hands explored each other’s bodies. I could taste my cum in his mouth, and I couldn’t stop it.After John broke our kiss, he handed my phone back to me. He then pulled his dentures out of his mouth and said “next time, son”. He quickly pulled on his dirty clothes, which abruptly snapped my mind back to just how dirty what happened was. John kissed me again and left the stall, and quickly walked out of the bathroom.I dressed myself. I looked at the clock on my phone. It seemed like an eternity, but only about an hour had passed. I walked out of the bathroom, and looked around. I saw no one. Walking back to my car, I reflected again on what I just did. I was utterly disgusted with myself. I drove home, undressed, and climbed back into bed with my fat bitch wife, not even bothering to wash up. I thought about daddy John using my wife as I drifted off to sleep.“Next time, son.” That was all I could think about. I hope next time comes soon.

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