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As many did on here, I started cottaging in the local loos as a young man after spotting the graffiti and the glory holes, and was introduced to the joys of cock fun by the much older men (60/70+) who hung around in them.
Back in those days there were 3 local loos where you could generally find cock and I would spend a few hours every night, wandering a circuit of them looking for fun. And when you found it, 99% of the time it was a horny, old man. As a result, I have always found older cock very horny as it always reminds me of those days.
Eventually, I did manage to meet 2 older men, both in their 70's, with whom I had (separate)regular things for several years back at their homes. Ironically enough, I didn't meet them actually in the loos but they had observed me regularly going in them and they both approached me for an, "innocent," chat in town. This chat obviously included them noting that I spent a lot of time in the loos and if I enjoyed what I did in there. I of course said yes, and off we went from there.
First there was Charlie, who was 75 (I was 20), a retired builder. We quickly established a pattern wherein I would phone him and he would come to pick me up in his van (he still did the odd job for mates). He could no longer get very hard, but it didn't matter to him as he was far more interested in taking cock than giving it. We'd go back to his and he'd stick a gay porn video on to get us in the mood, then we'd get upstairs and strip off. He'd always lay on his side with me behind him and I'd gently work my cock into his lovely, tight, arsehole. I would spend a good hours slowly fucking him open, then once he was I'd take great pleasure in pulling out completely before pushing straight back inside him (which he also loved). Whenever I said I was going to cum, he always said he wanted it in his arse, and I would oblige him every time.
Eventually, that all stopped but it wasn't long before I met Les, who was 70 and a widow. I'd seen him regularly around the loos but never actually in them and one day he approached me for a chat and asked if I wanted a lift anywhere. When I suggested back to his, he was all for it and the start of many months of fun.
Again, I would phone him on an evening and he would pick me up. But as les was a lot more adventurous than Charlie, I'd often already have my cock out when I got in his car. He would spend more time wanking me as we drove to his than changing gears, and it got him incredibly horny. Once at his, he loved me to strip and stand at the bathroom sink so he could gently wash my cock, balls and arse with warm, soapy water. He loved it and would take his time and it was heaven. Then we'd get into bed and wank, suck and lick and kiss for hours. He absolutely loved tossing me off and watching my spunk fly. Most nights his non-gay friend would phone while I was there. One of his favourite things to do was to kneel on his bed while he spoke to her and I would tease his arsehole with my bellend, often managing to slide myself in him and fucking him very slowly as he tried to hold a conversation with her. It used to drive him crazy and once he hung up he'd start fucking me back hard til I was shooting up him too.