It was supposed to have been family dinner night, but Shining and Cadance weren't able to make it, which was too bad. At least there would be plenty of leftovers for the next day. It also freed up the evening. Already during dinner he was starting to imagine it. And as he helped Velvet wash the dishes he decided on it. Once the dishes were done, he put his hands on his wife's hips, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered that he had a late errand to run.
He went upstairs to their bedroom and opened her dresser. He took out a lacy pair of her panties, and pressed them to his face, inhaling deeply. They were freshly washed, so only smelled like fresh breeze dryer sheets, but that was fine. It was the thought that counted. He dropped his trousers and exchanged his own underwear for the panties. Then he grabbed his keys, as he had ostensibly come up to do.
It was a beautiful summer night for a drive. He pulled his car over next to a park and sat there for a moment, enjoying the fresh air. Stillness was wonderful, but not so wonderful that it felt like an intrusion when his phone buzzed with the sound of his favorite app.
He looked at the message he had gotten and smiled. He replied with the address of the park, sat back, and waited.
A few minutes later another car pulled up. A young man stepped out. Handsome, decently fit, not particularly twinkish. Night Light stuck his hand out the window and waved.
The young man approached. It was hard to tell what color he was in the fading light, but it was something close to the color of the grass. He had a sharp, clean shaven face. He looked good, but Night Light couldn't help but miss the days when men had mustaches a little.
He opened the door of his car and stared at the younger man, who proved to be submissive enough that that was enough to prompt him to kneel right there on the sidewalk. That was a good boy. Night Light reached out, put his hand on the back of the young man's head and grabbed a tuft of hair. He pulled his head forward and pressed his face into the crotch of his pants. The young man made an mmmm sound.
He remained kneeling as Night Light released his head in order to undo his fly. He fished his penis out, which his visitor took into his mouth as soon as it was clear of the pants. He let his hands rest gently on the back of the man's head again, and leaned back to enjoy his blowjob.
Despite his anticipation for this, and the young man's best efforts, he remained soft and limp. Even as he reveled in the sensation of that strong tongue swirling it around that hot, wet mouth, the man kneeling before him, servicing him, even though they did not know each other's names and never would. He cursed his age.
After a few minutes, he said "that's enough I don't think this is happening." Night Light was unfortunately becoming accustomed to this scenario, but he had found that trying to force things never helped. The young man raised his head and looked at him. "Here, stand up and I'll give you a handy for your trouble."
The young man stood up and spent a while rubbing his knees, poor thing. But then again what was the point of having good knees if not kneeling for blowjobs in sketchy places? "Enjoy being young while you can, boy" Night Light said, "sooner or later you're gonna end up like this, can't get it up no matter how much you want to." He rearranged himself in the seat of his car, pulling his pants off and tucking his dick back into the panties.
He reached out and closed his fist around the young man's penis. His own twitched a little at that but remained soft. His pulse still knew how to race though. The size was nothing spectacular, but it had a nice shape. It was uncut, with a loose foreskin that slid back and forth easily for him.
He talked as he jerked the man off. Wordless encounters were best, but he had already started talking, and might as well keep going. "I use to be a real twink," he said. "Real submissive and breedable. Honestly that's half the reason I do this. I have a lot of fond memories of sucking off old men in their cars from when I was your age. It's real fun, isn't it? Especially when they're married. Can you feel that wedding ring on your cock? Because I wanted to give something back, see? Make sure all the young fags would have trouble to get into."
The young man groaned as he rambled.
"Yeah you like that? Like getting jerked off in the park? By an old man with a wife and kids?" Night Light was certainly enjoying the thought of his wife, probably sitting in the living room reading her book. Meanwhile he was with a man young enough to be his son (that generation was in its prime twink years now and it was glorious). Gripping his dick, feeling the shaft of a hot penis in his hands had never once in his life gotten old. "You getting close?"
The young man grunted and nodded.
Night Light let go of his cock. "All right just a second here." He kicked his pants free of his feet and got out of the driver's seat. He stood and leaned back against side of the car. He positioned the young man in front of him and started jerking him off again, pointing the young man's penis directly at his crotch.
"Oh shit," the young man said. His dick started pulsing and he came, shooting his load all over Night Light's bulging panties. Night Light ran his fingers through the cum, rubbed it into the lace.
"Good boy," he said. The cum cooled quickly in the night air and he could feel the wetness in the fabric stretched over his manhood.
"You ever had a guy cum on your dick like this? You ought to try it. It feels slutty as hell," Night Light said.
The young man nodded shakily, as he zipped up his pants. Their eyes met one more time before the he scrambled off to his car.
Night Light got back into his seat and worked his pants back on. His partner drove off into the night, but he remained still, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The night was still young. He could certainly add another load to the wet spot in his pants, yet another man's semen to cover his cock and balls and stain his wife's underwear.
The night was young, but he was not. And anyway the casual nature of this was what he enjoyed about it. One of the things he liked about men was this quick simplicity. They met, they did their business, and then there was no complication, they just went back to their lives. There was no need to make an event out of it.
So he started his car and drove home. Just as he'd imagined, Twilight Velvet was curled up in an armchair reading a book. He could hear faint music from Twilight's room upstairs and that made him happy to hear. "I'm home," he said, and went to give his wife a peck on the cheek.
