Sharing a House With an Older Man Who Was a Nudist

When I was 21 I was looking for accommodation in Telford in the UK. One advert in the newspaper that caught my eye was a shared house with a guy called Geoff. I phoned him and he sounded pleasant enough and considering the house was in a posh area, the price was excellent. So I booked an appointment to drop by the next morning at 9:00. Geoff answered the door in apurple velvet dressing gown and slippers which made me smile. It looked like his style was 20 years out of date. He looked about 60, seemed very well groomed and was clearly very flamboyant in nature. We sat in his kitchen to chat over a cup of tea and despite there being 40 years between us got on remarkably well. After a quick tour I said I would love to take the room whichmade Geoff very happy and I remember him saying it would be lovely having a young man about the house. Then Geoff said there is one more thing he should declare to me before I sign the room agreement… he was a dedicated nudist. He likedto be nude at home a lot and he would totally understand if this was something I could not live with – as he told me this he swept his hand dramatically up and down his body. I was surprised by the boldness of the statement and I suspect my cheeks reddened slightly. But I was very comfortable with my body and I actually had a thing for older men, so having one flaunting naked around the house could actually be quite interesting. I told him that was fine as long as I could join him sometimes. With a joyful smile, Geoff grabbed my hand and said, "Wonderful my boy, I think we will get on wonderfully."

I moved in two days later and we settled into a rhythm. Geoff had retired and spent most of his time in the garden or cooking. I went to work each morning and came back in the evening to the smell of Geoff’s latest culinary delight. We sat and watched TV or just chatted most evenings. Then on the third week I returned to find Geoff in the garden …. completely naked. He waved and called to me saying it had been a lovely day and he thought he would get some sun. With that he returned to weeding the bed on all fours. I studied his ass for a few moments taking in the smoothness of his skin and the roundness of his cheeks – this is a man who moisturised. But what really caught my eye was his low slung balls swinging between his legs. They were massive andshaved. Each ball was clearly defined and I had to fight the urge to just walk up behind him and fondle them. Before it got to tempting I decided to go and change. My mind was racing, I was about to spend the evening with a nude 60 year old. My cock was hardening at the thought of where that may lead. Then it occurred to me to join him. He had told me he would not mind. So I stripped completely and headed back to the garden, my now semi 6 inch cock slapping my thighs as I walked through the house.

In the garden Geoff turned as I came out. He smiled at me and again said his favourite word, wonderful. He stood up and for the first time I could see his full body and cock. He had a small beer belly, grey hair sprinkled across his chest but was otherwise in good shape. His cock was also shaved and hung semi erect at 30 degrees from his body. He walked over and took my hand leading me back into the house. He sat me on a kitchen stool and said he wanted to take a good look at me. I was smiling since I could see he now sported a full erection. His cock was maybe 5 inches, thick and had a large swollen purple head that looked so soft and smooth. He caught me staring and asked me if I liked it. I nodded and unintentionally began to stoke my cock.His eyes widened at the view of this young man wanking in front of him but it was clear from the pre-cum bubble appearing in the eye of his own cock that he liked looking at me.  I asked him if he minded me stroking my cock. He whispered no, and continued to just stare right at my cock. I had got to know Geoff quite well over the last three weeks and I felt completely at ease in his presence. The exhibitionist in me loved having this older man look with such lust at my body. So I leaned back and just rolled my hand up and down my hard cock, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the head. Geoff’s hand dropped to his own cock and he too started to stroke in time with me. Then he reached out and gently teased my right nipple.

He ran his hands gently over my chest and down to my groin. I felt his soft touch on my cock as his expert fingers wrapped around it. He looked me in the eye, stroking my hard cock and asked how it felt. I told him amazing, he had a lovely touch. I wasn’t lying, it felt amazing having this gentle man playing with my cock. It swelled under his touch and my breathing quickened. He then surprised me by bending over and licking the tip of my cock. This caused me to groan and I felt my cock muscles tighten in a small spasm. Liquid oozed from my cock head. I was on the edge of cuming bigtime. Geoff chuckled and bent forward again licking up the sticky stuff that had oozed from my pee hole.  Then he engulfed the whole of my cock head in his mouth and sucked. The pleasure was too great and I came hard. I think I must have squirted 7 or 8 times bucking my hips with each.Geoff received the whole lot in his mouth and swallowed it down. As I came down from my high, Geoff and I started laughing. My orgasm had been so intense, like nothing I had felt before.

We spent the evening watching TV as usual but this time naked. Everytime a good looking guy came on, Geoff would sport a hard on and occasionally I would catch him stroking. Similarly if a cute girl came on, I felt the familiar blood rush. That night I went to bed with my head spinning and I honestly did not sleep. All I could think about was this 60 year old’s cock and balls and what I would like to do with them. I spent a year living with Geoff. He taught me so many things and I found new levels of pleasure. I will write up some shorter pieces telling you what we got up to later.