My relationship with my elderly Greek neighbor Christos was wonderful but ill-fated to be all too brief. His family's interference with our discipline encounters eventually reached a pinnacle when they threatened to disown him unless he cut me out of his life. I felt that this was a severe disrespect to a wonderful old gentleman but I could not allow myself to come between him and his grown children and their families, so we began to part ways only seeing each other in public places like church or out to dinner in restaurants where there was little chance of us having sexual relations. Being together in sharp suits and ties left us quite horny for each other but content with merely spending time with each other. But his meddlesome children were not satisfied with this compromise. They wanted me out of the picture entirely and went behind my back to my elderly landlady to have her evict me from the great apartment I was renting from her. She politely asked me to leave saying she needed the place for a nephew but I knew what the score really was after seeing Christos' family leaving her apartment one night.
When I told Christos about my impending move he was devastated, but both of us knew that he would need his family's help in his approaching declining years. One last session together was planned. We went away for a night and really enjoyed ourselves, spending most of the time together naked. No Saran-Wrap, toys or kink of any kind, just sweet joyful love expressed sexually with our mouths and cocks.
Hugging and kissing for what seemed like hours, we took turns orally serving each other. For a long while, he nibbled and sucked on my cock's head exclusively driving me wild with ecstasy and eventual orgasm into his mouth. I spend slow and deliberate attention to his erection while sucking his cock for what I knew was probably the last times. Licking and sucking with all my might as he moaned with approval and delight. His cum was warm, sweet and tangy in a way that only older men's cum usually is. I swallowed every drop each of the three times he came for me.
Leaving him at his house was heartbreaking as I drove off to my new apartment thirty miles away. Change can be difficult especially in affairs of the heart, but I was not to be left lonely for long. In fact, only a few weeks after settling in at my new place, a message on my answering machine would change my life for the next few months and keep my cock-hungry mouth very busy.
But that's a tale for next time! ;-)
love, Heywood