Andy, Who Showed Me His Love For A Penis
After my wife left me for her church I moved out to downtown to be closer to work. I moved into a small apartment a couple of blocks from the office, the intent being to walk to and from work. The support services, barber, bank, groceries, all required me to drive. After a few weeks of eating take out and prepared meals I needed to get out and see people. A few blocks down the street was a Chinese restaurant, the Empire. I went there, and got seated against the wall in the back being, a sole diner. The place got full and I was reading a paper from the office and a man walked up and asked if he could join me, the place was full and he didn't want to wait.
I said sure, sit down and he immediately said his name was Andy. He lived in the 'tower', a high rise condominium. He sold insurance before retiring. Nothing like auto or fire, he sold the big dollar stuff to companies. He talked and I listened, I felt invaded I needed to read that paper from the office. He asked all the leading questions, who was I, where did I come from, how come downtown, any children, basically everything without asking the obvious, did I have money.
He volunteered that he had been perfectly single and didn't miss for a minute some woman. Andy asked me to come up to see his condo, maybe I would like to buy one, he could arrange it. There were always people needing to sell and this way it avoided the realtor and the commission. The tower was nice, very clean. It was occupied primarily by older people, couples and singles, widowers and widows. Average age according to Andy was 65 plus. It wasn't officially a retirement community, but could be.
Andy's place was a single bedroom, but very nice and the open area was spacious. He had nice art on the walls and nice furniture. He said he had a cleaning service, he didn't do dishes. One painting on the wall in the outside half bath was interesting. He said he got it in Morocco from a friend of his that lived there. On close examination it was young men dancing around 'naked', obvious but subtle penises. He saw me look at it and he agreed, a little risque but what the hell. And he touched a penis on the painting.
By then I had already figured out that Andy was a confirmed bachelor with friends in high places. Friends with benefits. And he liked art and sketches. On the side chair, which he said he bought in Mexico, the armrest ended in a penis. When you sat or stood up that's what you held onto. Makes you feel like a man, doesn't it. In the main bathroom over the mirror two lamps of naked cherubs, with their little penises. In his bedroom on the dresser, three carvings of penises, he said he bought them in Indonesia. This man had a fixation on penises.
He sat me in the armchair and opened my pants and 'made love' to my penis. I mean he made love to my penis, getting me hard and then slowing down to manipulate me with his warm hands, before going back to kissing and suckling. I came so close to loosing it, but Andy was paying attention and he kept me from ejaculating. Rubbing my penis against his face he asked me how I liked it, straight in, or worked in slowly. He offered to prep me, wash me and lube me, before giving me his penis. Or maybe I wanted to shower with him.
We showered and he lay a towel on the bed and I laid on it, and he worked himself around me, kissing my butt cheeks, before fingering me with a wonder lube he bought somewhere. He was methodical, worked it in and out, slowly, ever so slowly. A man's got to know how he likes it. It took a while, shoving up against me caused me to rub against the towel, and at the right moment Andy thrust it in and I ejaculated. I was spent, but not Andy, he worked on me until he was ready to give in.
I found out that Andy was a fan of certain medications, which again was something he got from some far away place. He was a master with his tongue as well as his penis. He showed me this small brass bell on a table, lifted it and inside was a young boy with a man giving him the business. Greek. Nothing better to show than a young man enjoying his master's penis.
I left around midnight, after watching a black and white movie of two men who showed off their penis, and spent a lot of time making love to it. Andy said it is that movie that showed him that making love to a penis, take your time, work him and don't let him cum until you are ready for him. Anyway that's the theory. My penis is hard thinking of it.
