Date: 12 Nov 2002 11:27:08 -0800
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Old Regimental Ties (Adult Friends M/M)
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Old Regimental Ties
By
Dave
It was a crowded evening at the local London gay pub.
Standing at the bar was Richard. He was dressed in black
military oxfords, black slacks, and white Oxford shirt, gray
tweed jacket with leather patches on the sleeves and the
Regimental tie of the First Commands. Richard or Dick as he
preferred to be called, was a man of about five foot nine. In his
youth he had been very fit. He was able to carry a full field pack
on a twenty-five-mile hike and still pitch camp before dark.
Like a lot of old military men Dick has changed a lot from the
days of his youth. His hair has turned salt and pepper gray and
the temples had receded and thinned on top. To say his chubby
face had double chin would not be enough. His glasses could
not hide his bushy eyebrows. Dick's waistline had expanded so
much that about the only was he could see his cock was in a
mirror.
Dick was a regular customer of the pub. His humor was a
source of amusement to anyone within earshot of his tales. He
was finishing his first pint when his favorite chum came in the
door. James Mac Douglas or Mac as his friends called him was
the same age as Dick. He was about five foot seven. He was
dressed in a three-made piece suit in conservative blue and
narrow pinstripes. Mac normally has on a Black Watch
Regimental tie from the days he spent in the Queen's service.
>From the hard-bodied Regimental Color Guard he has turned in
a Santa Clause figure. The fringe of white hair around his
balding head and wire rimed glasses made him look like he is a
company clerk.
The two old chum's great each other with their normal
rude remarks and a hug. Everyone knows the two of them are
close friends and enjoy the rude comments they trade with each
other.
The bar tender drew two pint without being told or asking.
Having the two of them in the bar turned up the volume of noise
several notches. The crowd knew that before the evening would
end that some wild bet would be made.
The Tele had on a football match. It would not have
mattered who was playing if Dick showed an interest in one
team Mac would have immediately sang the praises of the
opposing team. Dick knew just what he was doing when he
casually predicted that there was no way that Manchester United
was going to lose this match. Mac took the bait, he pronounced
that the only way they were going to win was if the other team
came down with dysentery. Dick took a sip of his bitters and
looked over the top of his glass as he got a twinkle in his eye.
He knew he was about to take advantage of his friend.
"Would you like to put back up your mouth with a little
bet on the game?" Dick said.
"What shall we wager?" Mac said.
"Loser has to suck the cock of the winner right here in
front of everyone in the bar!" Dick said.
"Agreed!" Mac responded.
For the rest of the game they rooted for their respective
team. With every ebb and flow of the match they each other if
their mouth was up to sucking a truly hard cock.
The crowd was having a great time with the banter
between them. They didn't care who won. They just figured
that they were going to get a show of one of them having to
service the other in front of them.
As the game progressed they would feel each other's
crotch as they teased each other. When the game ended as Dick
had predicted the crowd went quiet as they waited to see if Mac
would pay off the bet. Dick led Mac to the center of the pub, as
he dragged a bent back chair with them. As Dick unbuckled his
belt and unhooked the top of his slacks, Mac sat down in the
chair and loosened his tie.
Dick unzipped his pants and because his waist was much
larger than his behind, his pants fell down and Dick grabbed the
back of his pants with one hand to hold them up. Mac was
looking at the old worn white cotton underpants of Dick. They
were of the boxer type and the fly was open enough to allow
Mac to see the old penis of his dear friend. It was at least seven
inches long and uncircumcised. It was not fully erect yet. It
sprang out of the fly. Mac wrapped his hand around the shaft
and stroked the skin back and forth a few times. The head of
Dick's cock was almost purple and very wet.
Mac pulled the front of Dick's underpants down. When
the elastic waistband got low enough to allow Dick's cock to
spring up, it was growing into it's full erected state. It pointed
up with a slight curve to the left. The curve was the result of
years of masturbating. Mac opened his mouth and licked the
head of Dick's cock.
The crowd stood there telling Mac what to do. They
hooted and cheered when Mac put his mouth over the shaft and
sucked Dick. Dick stood there like an Emperor allowing his
supplicant to administer to his needs. Mac slipped his hand
between Dick's legs and slipped his finger into Dick's asshole.
That was all it took for Dick to climax. Mac swallows the first
couple of squirts. As Dick pulled his cock back the next couple
of squirts hit Max in the face.
Mac sat back and took off his glasses to clean them and
wipe the cum from his face. The crowd cheered their approval
as the two old friends smiled at each other. Dick stuffed his
cock back into his under pants as he pulled them up over the
wilting shaft. After pulling his pants up and stuffing his shirttail
into them he fastened his pants.
Mac and Dick left the pub together arm in arm.
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