Mr Swanson had been our neighbor since I was a little kid. I was always very fond of him and then when I was around 15 I realized I had an actual crush on him. He was well educated, always well dressed, had the most beautiful blue eyes in the world and he was not married. I kept dreaming and fantasizing about him for years.
When I was in my 20s and he was beyond 70 he started asking for our help with some house chores he wasn't able to accomplish anymore such as laundry, throwing away the garbage, washing his car. Soon my family grew annoyed by his requests and rejected them but I was quite happy I could spend some time with him so I ended up doing all the chores in Mr Swanson's house.
One morning I found him wearing a tux and looking at himself in a mirror. I asked if he was headed someplace special but he looked at me with sad eyes and said "I wish. No I'm just wondering how come I used to look so good in this suit and now all I see is an ugly old man." "You're not ugly, Mr. Swanson. Not at all! " I almost yelled. "Come on, be serious. I know you like men. I always knew. You must know I'm no eye candy any more." "That's bullshit, sir. Actually my whole life I've been thinking of you as a very gorgeous man. Even now when I look at you all I see is beauty." "You're kidding." "No, I'm not. I'll prove it to you."
I took his jacket and his shirt. Then I got him to sit down and slowly pulled away his pants. He looked at me with awe as he was completely silent. I lowered my head between his legs and kissed his crotch. The smell was intoxicating: it smelled clean but also manly. My lips felt his cock pulsating from underneat his underwear. Then I pulled it away too and finally I was staring into his magnificent cock. It wasn't very big but it was very straight, more than most of the cocks I have seen. But what I liked the most was his pubes who were totally white. I think I felt moved by that vision of pure whitness and I even must have shed some tear. Then I started to gently suck him. At first his cock did not get very hard but I did not mind. I know that erections are not always perfect after 70s but sex is not just about hard cock. It's about feeling and sharing and smells and touches. But then he said with a very low voice: "Sorry. I can't get it much harder now cause I need to pee" and he tried to get up. I stopped him and told him "You can pee in my mouth." He looked at me with shock and boy was I shocked too. I had never done any watersports up till then. I have no idea why I told him that. I guess I felt it was the most natural and exciting thing to do in that very moment. So I took his cock in my mouth and after a couple of long breaths he released his urine and I felt it running on my tongue and in my throat. It felt great. Totally natural and sexy. So warm! I felt like there was nothing wrong or naughty or dirty about it. It was beautiful. And I guess one thing that helped is that Mr. Swanson's pee tasted quite good.
When he had finished peeing I went back to the sucking and I could feel his cock getting harder and harder with every thrust. Soon he put his hand on my head to keep it still and flooded my mouth with his cum. It tasted even better than his urine. It was sweet and creamy and I swallowed it like a candy.
That summer I kept on visiting Mr. Swanson and blowing him at least twice a week. He was feeling young again and I felt like I was living a dream. We were both so happy.
Disclaimer: this is FICTION. It's meant purely for the entertainment of adults. It doesn't depict actual events and it has nothing to do with the man in the picture.