Disclaimer: This story includes pre-cum and piss play between an older man and an adult guy.
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I met my dad a few years ago after we ran into each other.
I was walking down an aisle of a store when I looked forward and saw an older gentleman reaching for some items on the top shelf. I couldn't help but glance down and notice the reveal of his hairy abdomen and the top of some aged yellow-white undies sticking out the waistband of his shorts as his shirt lifted up.
My dick started to swell. I was really into the sight of this dude's innocent reveal. Imagining him throwing on some old briefs and shorts to run errands. Something about this older man made me want to help him out.
I offered some assistance with grabbing what he was reaching for.
"Thanks, son," he said to me. I felt a rush run through me as I took a second to look him over.
"Don't mention it, sir," I responded back. Straight to the point.
I turned back down towards the end of the aisle and carried on with my shopping.
I checked out and decided to take a pit stop to the bathroom for a quick piss before heading home. With my two bags in one hand, I used my free hand to undo my pants and let my junk out at the urinal.
I heard the door to the bathroom open gently and in came the man from earlier.
"Fuck," I mumbled mid-piss. I was curious to hear this dude take his piss as he shuffled with his shorts at the urinal next to mine. You can learn a lot about a guy based off how he acts next to another man while relieving himself.
"Duty calls," he said jokingly.
"I know the feeling," I offered back.
Moments later, one of my grocery bags ripped slightly and out came a bottle of soda, landing on the guy's foot and rolling between us.
"Sorry about that!" I yelled.
I slowly stopped my stream to pick up my item and get out of the bathroom when the man bent down and picked up my soda, with his cock still in hand.
He crouched down, piss streaming out of his cock still. With one hand, he reached for my soda, and with the other, he aimed it up and to the side, trying his best not to get himself wet. Despite that, dribbles of pee were running down his hand and collecting in the front of his worn-out briefs. His shorts and underwear were bunched up on the floor around his ankles.
Before I could say anything, he stood up, offering me my soda while adjusting his stream to meet the urinal again.
"Here you go, son. Wouldn't want this to get all dirty, would you?"
His cock was still pumping out urine at full blast. It was moving around on its own to meet the force of his stream. He had his left hand gently holding the softness of his shaft to keep the head in the air, making sure more piss didn't coat his furry balls.
I returned my cock to its home in my briefs, took the soda, while glancing around. There was a puddle of yellow piss surrounding our urinals.
This man must have been holding that load in for a while because the smell alone was intoxicating. I could feel the warmth of his puddle through the air.
"Thank you, sir," I said back. Too shocked to say much of anything. My cock was turned on by the display. I felt my foreskin tighten around my head as I adjusted it. Trying to exit the bathroom before anything else could happen.
"Don't mention it, son," he said, wiping his hand dry on his shorts.
"Careful walking out of the bathroom, it looks like you're a little wet there," I said.
"Look at that," he chuckled. "Yup, I got a little piss there. After raising three boys, I guess it doesn't bother me none. Shouldn't bother you either, right? We're both men."
"You're right, sir. Nothing wrong with it. Enjoy your day."
I walked out of the store and approached my truck. My cock was softening, but the picture of what happened was fresh in my mind. The pressure from my piss and the load of juice stored in my balls were making me need to rub one out.
I couldn't believe this older guy really pissed everywhere in front of me. Seeing his cock alone would have been enough to make me want to goon out in my truck. The fact that I saw him taking a leak and ended up seeing and smelling him all over the floor had me going crazy.
I jumped in my truck and had my pants around my ankles. I teased my thick cock through the worn out material of my cotton briefs. Rubbing my head and foreskin through the wet undies, feeling my own collection of piss and pre-cum sliding around my hood and head. Wishing I caught a few dribbles of the old man's piss to play with.
Suddenly a knock at my window. I froze with my hand wrapped around the base of my cock. Massaging more precum out of my meat to play with and store in my briefs.
I looked over and saw the man from the bathroom. He had the largest grin on his face.
I slowly cracked the window and couldn't say a word.
"I am parked right next to you bud."
"Sorry, sir!" I said back, panicked. I wasn't sure how this man would respond knowing this pervy younger dude was jacking off thinking about him.
"Never apologize for needing to empty your balls boy. Didn't your daddy ever teach you that?"
I looked him in the face and I could tell this mature man meant what he asked. I could tell there was wisdom stored in his grayish facial hair and knowledge pent up in him that he wanted to share with me.
"No, sir" I responded back in an assertive tone to match his. My arm slowly went back to pumping my briefed up cock. Looking at this man in the eyes while I felt pre travel up my cock was making my balls tighter. My nipples grew hard while i wondered what this man wanted.
"Let dad help you, son."
End of part 1.
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