Simon had left the house a month ago. After a year of working hard and saving his money, he decided to travel around Europe on his own for his twenty-first birthday. So far, everything had been amazing. He enjoyed the big cities, loved going partying, but sometimes he just sat on a park bench, listening to the birds singing, feeling the fresh air on his face, and discreetly checking out older men’s bulges. Yes, it was true—Simon had always had a thing for looking at older men’s bulges. Up until now, though, he had never acted on those feelings. Maybe that would change soon.
Simon was currently in Luxembourg, sleeping in a random hostel like he had been doing for the past month. The previous night he had tried to do some laundry, but the machine broke down, and all his clothes got stuck inside. He would have to wait until the next day to get access to them. Luckily, he had packed some nice soft sweatpants for the colder nights. He had never needed them until today—he literally had nothing else to wear.
After a shitty night of barely sleeping in his shared dorm room, Simon decided he wanted to go for a coffee. At that moment, it didn’t even register that he was only wearing the soft sweatpants with nothing underneath. He casually left the hostel and walked a couple of blocks to a nearby coffee shop.
“Dring, dring.” The bell above the door rang as he entered.
And then he saw him.
Robert was sitting alone in the corner of the coffee shop. He was 51 years old. Simon immediately spotted the impressive bulge in Robert’s pants. Then he lifted his gaze—and their eyes met for a few long seconds.
Robert had been distracted by the doorbell and looked up to see who had entered. He noticed the young tourist staring straight at his crotch before their eyes locked. Both of them suddenly felt very shy. Simon hurried into the line to order a coffee while Robert quickly hid his face behind his newspaper.
While waiting in line, Simon couldn’t focus on the menu. He kept stealing subtle glances at Robert’s bulge under the table. What he didn’t notice was that he was growing a very obvious erection in his thin sweatpants—no underwear meant everyone could see the outline. It was almost Simon’s turn to order; he was next in line. He forced himself to focus on the menu. When he finally made his selection and glanced toward Robert again, the man was gone.
But suddenly Robert cut through the waiting line, heading toward the bathroom. As he passed right in front of Simon, he deliberately glided his hand across the clearly visible erection straining against the fabric. Then Robert continued on without looking back.
Simon was stunned. The older man he had been staring at for the past five minutes had just casually brushed his hand over his hard cock. He was in shock—but he also really liked it. Simon looked down and saw how obviously hard he was. A wet pre-cum stain was already starting to show through the light grey fabric.
Luckily, at that exact moment, the person in front of him stepped aside. Simon rushed to the counter, pressing his body tight against it to hide his boner while he ordered. He grabbed his coffee, dropped it at the nearest table, and hurried toward the bathroom.
He was still rock-hard—he couldn’t let anyone see him like this. What an embarrassment. Luckily, there were three single-occupancy bathrooms, and one was free. He slipped inside, locked the door, and immediately dropped his sweatpants to the floor.
Simon had never been this hard or this excited in his life. His dick stood rigid, leaking more pre-cum than he had ever seen before.
Then someone knocked on the door.
Panicked, Simon yanked his pants back up. But a moment later, a napkin slid under the door. Written on it in neat handwriting: “Need help with that?”
Simon’s heart pounded. Could it be Robert? He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and cracked the door open just an inch.
Standing right there was Robert.
“So?” Robert asked quietly. “Is that a yes?”
“Ugh… ugh, what do you mean?”
“Let me in, and I’ll show you something you’ll never regret.”
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t be,” Robert said gently.
Simon didn’t need any more convincing. He was insanely horny, and older men had always turned him on. Now he finally had a chance. Without a word, he opened the door wider.
Robert stepped inside and locked the door behind them.
“Sit down, son. I’ll take care of this for you.”
“Ugh… okay.”
Simon sat on the toilet seat. Robert dropped to his knees in front of him and took hold of the waistband of the sweatpants.
“You sure you want this, son?”
“Yes, please. I’ve been dreaming of it.”
With one quick motion, Robert yanked the pants down. Simon’s big, erect cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach.
“Hmmm. Beautiful cock, young man.”
Simon laughed shyly. Robert cupped Simon’s balls and started playing with them gently. Simon finally relaxed, leaning back to enjoy the moment.
Robert opened his mouth and took Simon’s entire length down his throat in one smooth motion. He started sliding up and down slowly at first. It didn’t take long—Simon was already breathing heavily.
Robert didn’t hesitate. He sped up, sucking harder and faster. Simon barely lasted a minute at that rhythm.
“Oh fuck, yes!” he cried out as he exploded, shooting his big load straight down Robert’s throat.
Robert swallowed every drop, clearly enjoying it. Then he stood up.
Simon still had his eyes closed, basking in the afterglow. Robert leaned in, gave him a soft kiss on the lips, and slipped out of the bathroom without another word.
Simon took a minute to come down from the thrill. He still half-believed it had been a dream. Eventually, he stood, pulled his pants up, went to the sink, splashed cold water on his face, and stepped out.
He scanned the whole café. Robert was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it really had been a fantasy.
Simon returned to the table where he had left his coffee. There was another napkin on top of the cup. Written on it: “Robert: 573 009 87. Call me!”
Simon slipped the napkin into his pocket with a huge smile. He sat down and finally enjoyed his now-lukewarm coffee.