Hello everyone! I am a regular story reader, and I enjoy this site quite a lot. To tell you guys about me. I am Vishal (obviously name changed). I am a regular 23 years old Indian boy living in Mumbai. I am 5.5ft in height and have an average to athletic body type.

Most of the people I’ve met are absolutely in love with my 7.5-inch dick and my boobs. I have also got compliments for my ass. It is very much in shape, round, and just the right amount of jiggle, which tempts many people to fuck it. But I don’t allow anyone to go any further than rimming it.

Speaking of my likings- I am in love with mature men. I always love to get sucked and love to fuck a mature man. I have a fetish for shiny clothes, and considering Indian men- many people wear shirts that have a shine to them.

Also, many people wear those shark silver color formal trousers – and oh boy! I can’t get my eyes off such an ass!

Coming to the story, I was about 19 years old then. It was a regular evening. I, along with one of my female friends, was at a xerox shop taking prints for our upcoming college assignment. I was more than contented since the project got over relatively early.

The rest of the evening was free. I could just relax and probably sleep early after having dinner. So the shop was crowded. People were pushing each other around to give their documents for printing earlier. Amidst the entire chaos, my friend managed to reach the counter.

Since she was a girl, nobody pushed her around. I was standing right behind her together, guiding the print shop guy with the documents. That was the time when I suddenly felt someone brushing their hand over my ass. My tight jeans were enough to make anyone horny for my ass.

Anyways that moment, I didn’t pay much attention to this. Thinking someone must have mistakenly brushed it considering the number of people present there. Yet again, I felt someone brushing their hand against my ass. This time I knew it was done deliberately.

I also encouraged them by pushing my ass strongly towards that hand. I was very keen on looking who is behind me? And is he hot? Most importantly, is he mature? That’s when the print shop guy declared that our print job was done. My friend took the document, and it was time to leave.

I was relatively sad since the fun didn’t last long. Also, I had no means of contacting this person. Dealing with the situation, I then turned around to see the face of the guy. Oh my! I exclaimed to myself – what a catch!

He was a man in his 50s- dark, around the same height as me, probably a little short with a prominent mustache and patches of grey hair all over his head and mustache. He was the perfect man to be termed as a salt-pepper daddy.

He was wearing a full hand white formal shirt and wore a shark silver trouser with shine. I instantly played around with my tongue, signaling him that I am into him. But little could we both do since I was with my friend and he was there with his daughter.

Sadly I was walking slowly towards our parked scooter in the hopes that some magic would happen. I then sat on my scooter, pretending to talk with my friend about tomorrow just to kill time. That’s when the guy started walking towards us. To my surprise, he had parked his bike right next to our scooter.

He bluffed that he was there to work around with his bike. In a split second, he threw a piece of paper near the leg rest of my scooter. I, at once, grabbed it, escaping the eyes of my friend. My excitement level was now at the peak. The sheer thrill of these events made me horny.

It almost made my cock visible through my jeans. I pretended to rest my right arm on my thigh, of which he took the hint. He passed through the middle of the bikes by brushing his ass completely on my hand. Oh lord! If only I were alone, I would have pressed his ass and sniffed my hand.

His shiny trousers perfectly gave away the shape of his ass, which was making me more and more excited. Later we rode off the area and reached my friend’s place. We finally scanned through the document ensuring everything is ready for tomorrow.

This took us a while, although I was trying to complete it fast to meet that naughty uncle. However, as fate would have it- it took us 2 hours to finally be done with our work. After which I started from her place. This entire time I didn’t open the paper chit, which he threw at me since I was with my friend.

But the moment I started at her house, I could not resist. I opened the chit in the lift. It was a ten-digit number. I was glad that uncle used the moment properly. I cannot explain the level of excitement that I had while dialing that number. But with my dick protruding out of my pants- I dialed him.

The ringing stopped, and the man on the other side said, “Hello?” Oh boy! I was on cloud 9. He had a very manly voice, the kind which could be of an army officer. I reciprocated by greeting ‘Hello.’ I proceeded to say that I was the same guy who met him at the shop.

The man immediately hung up, where I thought that I got bluffed. I sadly started walking along the parking lot towards my scooter. Ping! I had a new WhatsApp message. The message read, “Can’t talk now at home, but can you meet me at 10.30 pm?”

I was dancing in my mind and readily replied, “Yes!” I thought I could tell my parents that there is some issue with the presentation. Hence I again have to go to my friend’s place! We swiftly decided on the place, and we were all set!

I requested him if he could again wear those shiny tight formal trousers which he wore in the evening. I told him that I have a fetish for shiny clothes. He readily agreed and asked me to come in my jeans with which I didn’t have any problem.

It was now nearing 10.30, and we decided to meet at a popular lakeside ground in my city. The ground had poor lighting and was very big. It would make anyone invisible if they were at a certain distance. It was now 10.32, and my mind was already racing with thoughts.

That’s when I saw someone walking alongside the park. Since it was dark, I could not properly make out who it was. Upon coming closer, I figured out that it was the same man- the man of my dreams, or should I say wet dreams?! I noticed that he was wearing the same trousers. Yes, the tight shiny ones!

But to my surprise, considering my fetishes, he also wore a nylon t-shirt, which was again very arousing. We greeted each other with a warm hug feeling each other’s bodies. I noticed he has a cute paunch and had well-structured man-boobs. I already imagined the wonderful sex in my head.

We then proceeded to a relatively dark corner of the ground, which entertained fewer visitors. During our mini-walk, we already discussed our likes and a little background. He was indeed a 58-year-old policeman and loved gay sex. I was delighted and a bit worried at the same time while hooking up with a policeman.

But later, after him assuring me of no problem, I got very comfortable with him. We reached the corner. He slid his hand through my t-shirt and placed it on my bare waist. The winter winds were doing their magic, and a soothing chill passed through my entire body.

He complimented my looks and pulled me a little closer. With his other hand, he brushed my cheek and slid in down through my neck. Then we melted in a very deep kiss. The wetness of his mouth, the eventual brushing of his mustache, and his tongue play! I was an instant fan of it all.

We continued to deep kiss for the next 7-8 minutes, completely forgetting the fact that we are at a public ground. I held his waist and pulled him closer to me. He was caressing my hair, and we were melting in each other’s arms. He suddenly broke the kiss and continued to kiss my neck and shoulder area.

There were multiple chills passing down my body since the wetness of his kiss was mixing with the blow of cold air. I clutched his back strongly, and he continued his act with more passion. I could not take it anymore. I held his face in my hands and again broke into a wild passionate kiss.

I moved a little low to compliment his nipples. They were now very much erect and visible in that nylon tee which he was wearing. I wet his nipple area from over the t-shirt and gently bit it, which drove him passionately. I then pulled up his tucked tee, and his chest and stomach were visible to me.

A good amount of hair was on his chest, which instantly turned me on. I dug my face in his chest and started circling my tongue around his nipples. Meanwhile, my hand was mildly pinching the other nipple. After feasting on the other nipple, I stood up and pinched and played with both his nipples and kissed him.

He was now very desperate for some real action and wasted no time in going on his knees. He started teasing me by caressing my cock from above my jeans. I was very excited. So I held his face and pressed it on my crotch. He then maintained eye contact with me and slowly unzipped my jeans.

I could sense the hunger in his eyes and be driven madly by the tongue movements that he was making. Those were alone enough for letting my pre-cum. He could see a wide wet patch on my undies. Without wasting further ado, he started pulling my undies slowly.

Instantly my cock just sprung up and was staring straight towards him. But he was in no mood to give it easy! And then started to tease my cock with his erotic tongue play! He started wetting my balls, and without lifting his tongue, he moved towards my cock in a straight line.

I was so much thrilled by this that I held his face in my hands and directed him straight towards my cock! I couldn’t hold it in more! He also understood my plight and gulped my entire cock in one go as if it wasn’t even a big deal! I was in heaven, and he continued deep throating for a while.

Twisting and turning, periodic jerks and erotic tongue play- he delivered the perfect blowjob. I had to ask him to slow down in fear that I would leak real soon. He slowed down and started licking my balls. After a while, he again started blowing me hard, which continued for the next 10 minutes.

I pulled him up, stating it’s my chance to serve him now. I had been eyeing his shiny trousers for a while now, and now was my time to feast on it. I wasted no time and turned him around! There were his two buns tightly packed in that silver pants. I used both my hands and started pressing them and slapping them.

I was so out of control that I started sniffing them. I dug my entire face in his ass through his pants. I asked him to open his buckle in the same position. Then I slowly started pulling his trousers along with his undies down. Upon slowly pulling them down, I first saw his ass crack.

I started licking and slowly continued pulling the pants further down. And there it was! A mature bubbly ass just for me. I wasted no time and separated his two huge buns, and went straight for the hole. It was hairless and smelled very pleasant. I was more enthralled and started rimming him deeply.

He was in heaven and told me that nobody ever rimmed him and that this is his first time. I was all the more excited to hear this. After playing with his hole, it was now time for his cock. Hence I turned him around and was shocked to see his 7-inch cut tool.

I started blowing him vigorously, twisting and turning my mouth and tickling him with my tongue. I love to blow mature cocks. Hence I too deep throated him, which he eventually couldn’t handle and blew all his cum in my mouth. I was so drunk with the passion that I didn’t even realize when I gulped it all!

He then wiped his cock clean of any cum residue with his hanky and then proceeded to serve me. He then went on his knees again and started blowing me deeply. Although his skills were quite exceptional that I would have sprayed all my cum in his throat. But I had different plans.

I requested him to stand and turn. He got the idea and refused and said that he never tried anal. To which I responded that I have a condom and also a silicon-based lubricant. After a brief chat, he agreed upon the anal over a condition that if it hurts, then we stop. I was very chilled.

My excitement was on top tier since I was going to enter this mature cop’s virgin ass. I bent on my knees, and he simultaneously spread his ass with the help of his hands. I then took a generous amount of lube considering his first time and applied it thoroughly in and over his hole.

I then swiftly wore a condom and applied lube to the same and then started positioning my dick. At first, I played around his hole a bit- rubbing it up and down and spanking him eventually. After that, when he was a bit comfortable, I slowly started inserting my dick.

He was very hesitant during the process, but I reassured him by holding him tightly. The cock was halfway through, and I stood still, letting him adjust. Then taking him into confidence, I slowly inserted my dick more. Before he knew, it was inserted fully.

He was now equally excited that he could fit a 7.5-inch dick inside him. I then started thrusting and fucking him. At first, he screamed a little, which I swiftly covered with my hand. It was about a minute or two that he got used to the motions and now started enjoying the fuck.

I started biting him on the neck and was pressing his boobs while fucking him. His ass was truly a virgin and was very tight. Hence I was enjoying it throughout. He was now in ecstasy and demanded me to fuck him indoors in vivid positions.

He requested me to make him my bitch, and he wanted to get fucked in several positions almost daily. This sexy talk, combined with the tightness of his virgin hole, was finally getting me to my climax. He wanted to drink my cum, but it was not possible because I was about to cum.

Alas! I came inside him, and he enjoyed the spray of my warm cum inside his ass. Despite the cold winter night, we both were sweating profusely, and we stayed in that position for a while. I started licking his neck area to tickle him. In a while, we then cleaned ourselves and disposed of the trash in the bins.

We were both side-ways hugging and walking towards our parked vehicles, kissing midways and pressing boobs, ass and dicks. We both then promised to stay in touch. The policeman and I now meet quite frequently and have also tried several of our fetishes on each other. But that’s a story for another day. Cheers!