Old Bob [Age gap] [smell fetish]
Going to a neighborhood block party shouldn’t have led to anything. For Oktoberfest a neighbor who owned a food truck offered free pretzels and a few neighbors dressed in traditional German clothing. A couple of wives stood out in their long white socks, little black shoes, blonde braids and busty cleavage on display.
My wife and I brought our dog and mingled awkwardly making small talk. Our traditional neighborhood was typical of most, we waved at familiar faces but didn’t really know folks even after 10 years.
An older couple, must of been in their late 60s, introduced themselves as Bob and Ann. Both fit the typical grandparent image of white hair, sweatshirts, jeans and white sneakers. Both were average build and were pleasant in conversation. Ann talked about the dog and soon she and my wife were talking to another family with a dog.
Bob eyed the busty blondes and winked at me, “Perfect time to enjoy the eye candy.” Before I could respond he added, “A guy has got to get what he can. Man it has been a long time for me.”
I was put off by his blunt openness. “Well, I guess,” I said in a weak tone. Bob answered, “Sounds like you get plenty from your wife then. One day you will understand. Most days I’m horny as hell.” I thought about how grateful I was to have an attractive and fit wife in our late 40s. Bob was right, my needs were met.
The party wasn’t much and I turned the conversation to home repair. Bob and I hit it off talking about our garages and importance of organization. He offered to show me his work bench and set up and we excused ourselves.
“This is my domain!” Bob proudly swept a hand across the view as he surveyed the two car garage with immaculate tool bench and work light, fridge, even a TV and couch. One car was parked over a slab of clean carpet. It was immaculate. “I even keep Ann out of here in case I need a little ‘alone’ time, if you know what I mean,” again with his conspiratorial tone. He demonstrated by bolting the door from the inside. “Having no worries about interruptions is a key to a happy marriage when you are my age.”
I suddenly felt uncomfortable. This guy I just met is telling me he jacks off in his garage and he had locked the door. Turning to his work area I noticed some quality wrenches on the bench. He showed me his compressor and collection of drill bits. As we toured I also noticed he kept box of Kleenex nearby and that the TV had a built in VCR with old fashioned video tapes stacked next to it.
He saw me eyeing it and gleamed, “You need to get a set up like me, uh, hold on here,” he turned the TV on and pushed play. A blurry image started and it was clearly a porn movie from the 70s, a busty blonde with big hair and furry bush sucked a big cock from a muscled dude with a proud mustache. It flipped to a scene with a close up of the blonde slurping the big cock. “This is my favorite,” Bob said unashamedly, “I figure if I can’t get it, might as well watch it.”
I was annoyed at his constant laughter and annoyed that I let myself get trapped with this guy. I was also horrified that my cock started getting hard. Next thing I knew, Bob had unzipped his jeans and pulled his hardening cock out, some gray pubic hair visible through his zipper. “Hey, it’s just us guys, we might be able to have a quickie and get back to the party. No harm in enjoying yourself.”
I was stunned. I stared at his cock, which had a head like a plum. It looked to be about 5 inches and was thick and veiny. In my peripheral vision I noticed the porn had change scenes. The blonde continued sucking, but to my disbelief I saw a mouth with a mustache sucking with her. It was a bisexual porn movie. I decided I needed to leave.
I took a step back and my hand brushed against the wrenches on the bench and they fell with a loud clank. Embarrassed and feeling the need to flee, I quickly bent down to pick them up. Bending down, it dawned on me that my cock was harder than it had been in years. I also remembered I was in casual basketball shorts. My 6 inch cock poked obscenely out as I kneeled below the bench.
Bob stood over me, cock in his hand, the plum tip leaking a droplet of precum as he slowly massaged to the tip of penis. I froze. My brain shouted for me to get up. This was not a great position, on my knees locked in this grandpa garage with a cock pointed at face, and, images of a guy sucking cock right behind us.
“I always wondered if you would be up for some play time,” Bob whispered, stepping closer. His cock was now at my face. I could feel the heat radiating and smell the musk of his cock. My own cock was about to burst.
Like clicking through a slide show my thoughts dashed forward in microseconds. I was straight. I was happily married. I was more turned on than I could remember. Bob watches this movie, he said it was his favorite. It is bisexual porn. He locked me in. I then noticed the men French kissing, then one was down licking a pair of huge balls.
All these images flashed in a microsecond and I found my body moving without the permission of my brain. Before I could think I pressed my face forward and paused with the tip of his cock now just touching the underside of my nostrils. I paused and let the tip of his penis rest on my upper lip and press against my nose.
My brain yelled at me for being a sick pervert. My peripheral vision saw the men in the porn, one eating a bushy blond pussy and another pumping his cock up his friend’s asshole.
I never will know why, but I stayed still and just smelled Bob’s cock. I took a big sniff. “That’s good. Yeah, you will like playing with Old Bob,” he said as he gently placed a wrinkly hand around the back of my neck. “Take your time.”
The smell of his cock was electric. So forbidden. So twisted. It was musky. He was a grandpa. I was shocked that I just luxuriated in his scent, like the testosterone radiated out.
“Just kiss the tip, that’s all. Just give Bob a little kiss.” He cooed soothingly and it almost made me cum right then. Images continued. Kissing. Balls. Sucking. Cocks. My stomach fluttered. I swirled my nose gently on his tip, inhaling his aroma and smearing his precum on my skin. No wonder women like to suck cock. I suddenly want to please Bob. I wanted to make him cum.
A gentle kiss to his leaking plum and I was his. The rubbery texture felt so sexy on my lips. I felt so sexy. I planted small kisses and moaned as I started French kissing the tip. Just the tip. He groaned and increased the pressure of his hand on my neck. I kept breathing his scent. I was certain my shorts had a big wet spot from my cock leaking.
He pressed harder on my neck, firmly yet gently, and I opened my lips to allow his girth deeper. I was intent on doing those tricks that I loved. No teeth. Tongue active. I tried to relax my throat and leaned forward, taking him in. Thankfully his five inches didn’t gag me too much. I wanted him all the way in. My nose was soon pressed against his jeans and I wanted more. I tapped him lightly and pulled off. Gasping I looked up at my old neighbor, “Pants down,” I muttered catching my breath, spit dripping from my lower lip. “I want it all the way in.”
He smiled broadly. “Oh that’s a good sign. I’m horny as hell. I’ll give you more of Old Bob’s pecker.” He fumbled with his belt and I watched the ring on his left hand as he slipped his boxers and jeans down to his knees. His cock still pointed straight out at me, purple and glistening with my spit. His balls hung low, lopsided and with a light covering white hairs. He had a slight belly and a modest bush, also white.
What was wrong with me? Why was I horny for this old grandpa? “Take yours out.” It was a command I eagerly followed. I easily slipped my waistband under my balls, causing my cock to jut out and my balls to be lifted on display. “We will take care of those on a different day. Today it is about this cock.” His words were confident as he slowly massaged and displayed his cock in front of my face, slowly wagging it at me.
Bob’s instructions about a different day sent flutters through my loins. I actually whimpered. I wanted different days. I wanted to be locked in with him. What had happened?
“Tell you what, let’s do this right,” Bob interrupted my thoughts.
He lifted me up and we moved to the couch. His rough hands pulled my shorts to my ankles. We stood and faced each other. I was actually a little taller than him, and he took my leaking penis in his hand and tugged and twisted with a skilled and gentle hand. “I’ll give you a little down payment,” he smirked as he explored my cock, balls, and then moved his hands around to my ass. He lovingly circled my ass, pulling the cheeks apart like he was getting them ready for an inspection. I groaned. I was putty.
One hand went back to tugging the tip of my swollen member, he knew just how much pressure in the tip. He rubbed his thumb delicately over the slit and I jumped and moaned. We pressed closer together. “See them boys,” he gestured to the porn, where the men were making out as the blonde rubbed her pussy, “we can have fun like them.” His other hand touched my neck and he guided my jaw till our mouths were locked. How I didn’t cum right then I will never know.
We moaned and breathed through our kisses, like horny teenagers. I found his cock with my hands and copied his actions. Each of us had a grip on a butt cheek while slowly jacking cocks, the tips touching here and there, knuckles bumping, thumbs rubbing slits, causing us to moan into our open mouthed kisses. It was hot.
I was lost in the petting and making out. Was this a mid-life crisis? Why was I smelling his cologne and enjoying the taste of beer on his tongue? I lost track of time. Pulling away he silently moved us so he was sitting on the edge of the couch, knees spread to reveal his angry cock and sagging balls, jeans now at his ankles. His ass was forward and just off the edge. He didn’t have to ask me. I was soon kneeling in the carpet and facing his warm crotch.
He had placed us so he was watching the porn on his couch and I was in position to service him.
Again the thought came to me to stay still and just smell him, which caused me to rest my nose gently on his skin, this time on his hanging balls. I inhaled and rubbed my face over his musty sack, reaching for my own cock. He suddenly gripped my head and said “No hands.” He was torturing me!
He guided my head back to his balls. “I like how you like smelling me. Makes Old Bob want to really give it to you.” He was right. Smelling his balls was heaven. He gripped them and wiped them across my nose and lips. “Take them in your mouth. Suck them.”
He pushed his balls in my willing mouth and I felt his other hand jacking his cock. At that moment I must have made quite a sight, on my knees at his balls, my round white ass arched and my cock rock hard. I was hoping to feel his cum shoot on my face and head, but also wanted to taste him. With regret I let go of his balls, kissing them and then sliding my tongue up his shaft.
I paused and noted the effect of my mouth on his balls. Cum streamed down from the tip. My tongue had a mind of its own and I was soon lapping up his tangy juice and again I was sniffing his plum. Oh I loved that spongy plum. I moved quickly to slurping, treating his cock like a meal.
“Oh fuck that is good. You sure don’t act straight,” Bob moaned. I went back to my goal of taking him all in. My nose pressed against his belly and my spit ran down his balls. I felt the fullness off is shaft and his plum bumped the back of my throat.
“That’s it. So good,” he grunted. “Hands— put them behind your back. I want to know you are my cocksucker.” Oh my goodness this couldn’t be happening. I put my hands behind my back and starting bobbing and slurping, desperate to feel his cum. I was his cocksucker. I bobbed eagerly, sloppily devouring this grandpa.
“Mmmmmnnnggg, here it comes,” Bob warned as he held my head. Pulses of hot cum filled my mouth and throat as he held me there. I breathed through my nose as he came off his orgasm. I swallowed his tangy discharge and amazed myself with how eagerly I swallowed.
“Well, we need to head back. Let’s finish you up.”
He hitched up his pants and had me stand over a bucket while he hit rewind. With experienced senses he hit stop and play. On the screen the men were making out, the blonde again rubbing her pussy with legs spread wide, tugging her big nipples.
He turned me towards a bucket and stood right behind me, his lips on my ear. His right hand explored my butt cheeks and his left, with a glint off his wedding ring I kept noticing, toyed my throbbing penis like a pro.
Bob narrated, stroking my cock and working his fingers into my crack. I watched the porno. I knew were this was going and I wouldn’t last long. “Old Bob will work your sweet butthole.” I started to reach a climax, and Bob moved to lock lips with mine and his hand went to my crack, quickly probing and circling my virgin anus. Oh his finger felt so good.
The passion of kissing this man with his hands pleasuring my cock and ass set me over the edge. I shot a few streams of cum across the garage and some hit the bucket. Most didn’t.
He talked me through my orgasm, whispering promises of fucking me, treating me right. I devoured his tongue even after I shot a stream of cum on the floor.
“We need to get back,” he reminded. We quickly dressed and returned to the block party. The wives were glad we had a common bond over the garage and encouraged us to spend more time together. If they only knew. [note: Sadly this is just an idea in my head about an unknown neighbor]
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jc27qj/old_bob_mm_smell_fetish