Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2016 16:34:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: At Fifty-five

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At Fifty-five

By Simon Peter

At 55, Maurice didn't think of himself as an old man. He studied his image
in the mirror as he ran the shaving blade over his pointed chin. Gray hair,
definitely thinner than it was yesterday. Salt-and- pepper eyebrows,
getting bushier by the minute. Lines increasing around the corners of his
eyes.

Damn, he looked old. He tried to avert his eyes away from the mirror in
disgust.

Three days ago, Maurice had to visit his family doctor, complaining about
some difficulty in urinating, especially at night. He would take a leak,
and then half an hour later he would need to take another one. He didn't
mention to the doctor that his erections were not as hard as they used to
be or that sometimes he even lost the hardness in his dick in the middle of
masturbation. Maurice hadn't had sex for a long time, over two years; that
is, sex with a partner. He did masturbate a lot, but there was no sexual
relationship with anyone. As a single gay man, his relationships had been
short and fleeting with long periods of celibacy in between. Now, he was
concerned about his ability to perform.

Maurice looked down at his protruding paunch of a stomach. He could barely
see the tip of his toes.

Shit! He had been careful to remain fit, but the years were playing a dirty
game on him. His body had changed from an acceptable physique to a flabby
one. He hated this. But more than that, his erections!

The most recent partner Maurice enjoyed was 45 years old, married with
children, but loved to get fucked. Maurice was more than willing to
oblige. He loved topping other men. His fat, fairly long cock had always
treated him nicely. His bottom partners had never complained, and he
invariably had been able to bring them to ejaculation as he fucked their
ass. But their last fuck session was a total fiasco.

Maurice lost his erection inside his partner, before ejaculation. He was
embarrassed and tried to apologize, but his partner didn't appreciate his
top not able to get it up and that was the end of that!

He contemplated at what the urologist had told him. His prostate gland was
enlarged and was pressing on his bladder tubes. There was no real threat of
cancer, the urologist said, but from now on, Maurice would have to live
with more frequent visits to the toilet and less frequent hardening of the
penis.

This was torturous news to him. How was he going to fuck with a
semi-erection? Tears welled inside his eyeballs. He touched his dick,
pressing on it with a vengeance. Why? Why me? I'm not that old.

Maurice knew that he was going through a traumatic period of his life. He
also knew that the best way to survive the trauma is to accept things as
they were, to try to live with the reality. His sex drive was still
strong. It was only that his cock wouldn't respond as forcefully as it used
to. He decided to live with this. There was no point on crying over spilt
milk, he admonished himself.

But what would he do for sex? If he couldn't fuck, what could he do? Suck
cock, get fucked, a small voice in the back of his head told him. He shook
his head in disbelief at the idea. However, his cock surprisingly
responded. It elongated and hardened the more he thought about sucking cock
or getting fucked by one. His ass, at 55, was still virgin. But was that a
necessary obligation? To remain virgin? He had sucked dicks, but was always
rewarded by getting sucked as well.

Maurice heaved painfully. His hand moved away from his dick to the area
under his balls, pressing where he thought his prostate gland must be
located. The urologist had inserted a finger-maybe two?-up his ass. The
sensation was very pleasant and his dick had erected, but the doctor was
not surprised. That was a normal reaction to the rubbing of the gland, the
urologist had explained. Maurice tried to push a finger into his puckered
hole. His ass constricted forcefully against the finger, not letting it go
in. Reaching for the soap, he applied some on his middle finger and into
his crack. The finger slid in, his cock erected in response. His other hand
grabbed his cock with enthusiasm and he ejaculated streams of cum onto the
floor with his finger deep up his ass, probing and massaging.

As he stepped into the shower, he thought about what had just happened. He
had just finger-fucked his virgin ass, and what was the result? An
erection. An intense ejaculation.

Stepping out of the shower, drying himself, he re-examined his naked body,
squeezing his hole, feeling a little itch where his finger was
inserted. Other than the white hair and the paunchy belly, he was not
really that horrible-looking. Actually, he was still quite
nice-looking. Maybe? If he could find someone younger? If he could get
himself to accept cock into his mouth and inside his ass? To bottom for
some hunk? Maybe? His cock miraculously erected again!

Shaved, showered and dressed, he walked to his office building. Maurice was
an insurance agent. As he entered the office, he buzzed for his usual
coffee. Five minutes later, Jason, the new assistant, walked in with a
steaming mug. Instead of gratefully accepting the coffee, Maurice examined
Jason more closely. Jason must have been 21 or 22 at the most. If Maurice
had married, he would have had a son this age. Jason was also very
handsome, with the shadow of a light beard, a slim figure, and now for the
first time Maurice noticed, with a nice bulge in his crotch.

"Thank you, Jason," Maurice said as he grabbed the mug of coffee, his hand
shaking.

Jason noticed the shake and tried to keep a grip on the mug. Between the
two conflicting grips, hot coffee sloshed out of the mug and onto Maurice's
lap.

"Shit!" Maurice exclaimed as he felt the hot liquid sting his thigh.

"Sorry, sir," the kid apologized, letting go of the mug, with a terrified
look on his young, handsome face.

Maurice didn't have to heart to blame the kid. It was partially his fault,
wasn't it? Jason had already reached for the box of tissues on the desk,
pulled out some tissues, and started to rub Maurice's thigh, trying to wipe
off the coffee that was beginning to stain the light beige pants that
Maurice was wearing.

Immediately, Maurice erected! What the fuck!, he thought.

Jason noticed. How could he not? Maurice had a big cock and the erection
showed through the pants.

Jason kept on rubbing, more slowly now, not looking up at Maurice, who was
still holding onto the coffee mug, motionless, at a total loss. Jason? No
way. It never worked this way. Maurice was too old for the kid.

Finally, Jason straightened and dropped the stained tissues into the waste
bin by the desk. "I think that it is not going to stain much, sir," he
said. Maurice was not looking at Jason now. He was gazing at the young
crotch. He just couldn't avert his eyes from the bulge inside the faded
blue jeans. What would it be like outside the jeans? How would it feel
pressing down his throat? Up his ass?  Maurice's eyes widened. The kid's
bulge seemed to get bigger. Or was it his imagination? Was he imagining an
erection? He knew that his own erection was quite visible, and the fact
that he didn't even try to hide it apparently registered in Jason. The kid
was responding with an erection of his own.

Maurice knew from years gone by that he used to get a hard on sometimes for
no reason at all.

Not believing what was happening to the two male crotches, Maurice finally
raised his eyes to meet Jason's. The fucking kid was smirking! The
electricity in the office was almost palpable. Maurice wanted Jason. The
sensation was not coming from his cock; it was coming from a twitch of his
ass.

Simple: Maurice wanted the kid to top him! It was such an alien concept for
him, aching to bottom, but it was there, in his groin, shaking his body.

"Jason," Maurice finally broke the silence, glancing at the boy's bulge and
then back at the cute, hot face. "Do you want to come over to my place for
a visit after work?"

The boy nodded, grabbed his crotch meaningfully, the smirk all over his
face, turned and left the office.

The day felt like a century. Maurice had just invited a kid for sex. And he
was dying for the minutes to pass. Painfully, the clock crept by. He
couldn't concentrate on his work. How would Jason fuck him?  Doggy? On his
back? This was his favorite position as a top. Would it also be his
favorite as a bottom?  How could he look at the kid in the face with his
legs spread and his ass plowed? He would be embarrassed as hell. His legs
up in the air, like a bitch? Oh, well, he sighed over and over again as he
contemplated Jason's "visit."

When Maurice got to his place, he was torn between mixed feelings. He
anticipated the sex with unequaled passion. He had not had fulfilling sex
for such a long time that his body and soul were crying out for something
special. At the same time, he was filled with anxiety and trepidation. His
attraction to Jason smelled of pedophile tendency. It was there, the
attraction, strong, too strong. Was it the sex? Or was it his reaction to
the medical state he was in? If Jason was the fucker, would he be
considered a pedophile? It would be Jason who was the one using Maurice's
body to his gratification, fucking Maurice's ass, showering Maurice with
his hot boy juice.

Scratching his head as he walked around in the empty apartment, Maurice
thought and thought. Jason wasn't exactly a kid, although to him he was. At
22, Jason could do whatever he pleased as long as he wasn't hurting
others. Besides, Maurice never at any point forced Jason. The decision to
come over for sex-Maurice's groins ached at the prospect-had been totally
Jason's.

Maurice knew that he was rationalizing. If this got out, he would be the
one to blame. After all, he was the one who was supposed to be mature and
responsible. Hold on, though! Having sex with a younger person: how could
that be immature or irresponsible? He jumped when he heard the
buzzer. Jason!

The kid was here!

"Hello?" he said into the microphone, his voice shaking.

"Hi," came the tinned voice from the entrance to the building. "Me? Jason?"

"Oh, yea, hold on." with a trembling hand, Maurice pressed the buzzer to
open the door downstairs.

He replaced the interphone set but didn't know what to do. He paced, back
and forth. How would this meeting pan out? How would it start? His heart
raced, but also his groins twitched. There was actually a kid, apparently
pretty hung judging by the bulging crotch he saw back in the office, coming
up the elevator to fuck him. His stomach fluttered. He felt dizzy.

"Looking nice," was Jason's greeting as he entered the apartment. The boy
looked beautiful.

"You like the place?" Maurice was still feeling anxious, even more so with
this hot young specimen of male beauty standing in the middle of the room.

"Not the place, daddy. You."

Fuck! The kid was definitely being forward. He actually called Maurice
"daddy"! What the fuck!

Without any further preamble, it was Jason that was taking the initiative,
as if Maurice was the kid that was being seduced. Jason approached, placed
his hand unabashedly on Maurice's crotch, and pressed his body on the side
of Maurice's hip.

"I... Jason... I, you know..." Maurice was shaking all over, knowing that
he was making no sense at all.

Even more unexplainable, and for the first time in years, his cock erected
instantly.

"I know," Jason ground his crotch onto Maurice's thigh. "You think I'm a
kid, huh? Take it easy, old man."

"It's just... just..." his cock throbbed, his ass twitched. This was so
painful. "Jason? Can I ask you a question?" Maurice finally was able to
utter a full sentence.

"Yes, daddy," more grinding, more sensations from the solid erection
pressing against Maurice's hip, more fondling of Maurice's bulging crotch.

"Why me? Why would you want to do this with me?"

"Because, daddy, you are hot!" Jason rubbed emphatically over the decided
erection under his hand.

Jason's other hand rubbed Maurice's butt. Maurice was sandwiched between
the two hands, conflicting sensations racing through his body like an
electric current. He just couldn't imagine how a beautiful young man like
Jason found him, an old man, flabby, gray-haired, hot!

Maurice turned to face Jason, grabbing him by the waist. Jason wrapped both
hands around Maurice's butt and pulled him closer. They kissed.

"Yes, daddy," Jason breathed into Maurice's open mouth. "Kiss me. I'm your
boy. Kiss me, daddy."

The kiss turned out to be the most erotic kiss Maurice had ever
experienced. The boy was delicious, was deliciously eager, sucking on his
tongue, moaning deeply. Jason's hand slid under the waist of Maurice's
pants and started rubbing Maurice's flabby butt cheeks as his young cock
pressed on Maurice's front.

"You want me, daddy," Jason said, his finger probing the old man's
crack. "You want my cock, daddy,"

Jason's finger rubbed around the puckered hole.

"Mmmm," was all that Maurice could utter. He pulled away from the
kid. "Take off your clothes, Jason."

Jason took his time. Piece by piece, he slowly stripped for Maurice,
revealing his tremendously beautiful young body to the old man, who was
shivering all over as his eyes roamed. The defined abs, the pink nipples,
the sprinkle of light chest hair, the thin trail down the flat stomach, the
impossible large bulge stretching white tight briefs as the blue jeans were
pulled down, the fairly hairy thighs and legs. Maurice ached with
desire. He also felt embarrassed about his own body.

Standing in front of him, Jason kept his underwear on, his cock outlined
sideways, with the tip of the cock head stretching the elastic band,
visibly throbbing, showing a pink, wet slit.

"Now you, daddy," Jason winked. "I want to see your hot body, too."

Maurice inwardly laughed. His hot body? In no way would anyone consider his
body hot! No way! Even so, he took off his clothes, including his
boxers. He knew that he had an erection, sort of, but once the boxers and
pants released the pressure off his dick, it flopped at a downward angle,
actually pointing to the floor, half-way erect. Slowly, Jason slid off his
briefs. The young cock erected vertically, almost perpendicular to his
belly, so much in opposition to the old man's dick.

Maurice reached out and grabbed the young throbbing man tool. Rock hard!
Like fucking steel! He had been proud of his own cock, reaching almost to
17 cms (7.5 inches), cut and mushroomed. But the boy was bigger. Maurice
estimated at least 22 cm (9 inches), uncut, and thick. Pulling back on the
foreskin, the pink head was completely exposed, glistening, throbbing.

Jason thrust his pelvis out, his head thrown back, as Maurice kneeled in
front of him and lovingly fondled the vertical erection and the fuzzy balls
hanging low under the base. The pubic hair was thick, but it was also soft
compared to Maurice's bush, which was all tangled and brittle. Maurice's
cock refused to harden further. He felt embarrassed as he compared the two
manhoods. Jason fisted his own cock, and to Maurice's shock, slapped him on
the face with it. The slap smarted. The fucking cock felt lick a wooden
rod.

"Do you like that, daddy?" Jason towered over Maurice, slapping his face
with his dick, across his lips, over and over. Maurice was in shock, taking
the slapping cock silently, not even whimpering.

Finally, after feeling his whole face throb, Maurice came back to his
senses. Pulling Jason to the couch by his hard dick, they settled next to
each other. Unconsciously, Maurice slipped one arm behind the boy's
head. Jason reacted by starting to lick the gray hair in Maurice's arm
pit. He reached down and rubbed the old man's crack, making him moan with
desire, spreading his thighs, pulling up his balls, to give the kid more
access.

Jason was impatient. Maurice felt that the kid wanted his ass. He already
had his hard cock inside Maurice's crack, rubbing up and down. With a
grunt, lifting Maurice's leg, the kid shoved his cock inside the butt
hole. Maurice almost fainted with the immense wave of pain, his hole
screaming at the invasion. Jason drove hard, careless about the roughness
of his fucking. He pounded, deep, his steel rod raping the old ass. Maurice
found it hard to breathe. His muscles went taut, his ass was on fire, his
dick was limp as a leaf of grass. He couldn't find a voice to tell the boy
to take it easy, to inform the boy that he was the top, that his ass was
not for fucking. But then again, his dick was useless. And the boy was
completely set on a rough fuck. He felt the slaps on his butt cheeks with
each of Jason's thrusts.

When Jason finally exploded inside him, Maurice was totally gone, barely
feeling the hot juice emptying into his bowels.

With a sigh of contentment, Jason withdrew, his big boy dick dripping cum,
still erect. To Maurice's surprise, Jason nuzzled into his side, burying
his head under Maurice's arm, his face pressing on Maurice's still heaving
chest. Maurice felt something warm dribble on his skin, around his nipple.

Looking down, he saw tears streaming down Jason's cheek onto his chest.

"What is it, Jason?" Maurice was finally able to find his voice even though
his ass was still on fire. He wanted to kill the boy for raping him, but
the tears softened him.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Jason sobbed. "Didn't mean to hurt. Sorry. Mad at me?"

Jason looked up with teary eyes, gazing at Maurice. Maurice wasn't exactly
expecting this. He wasn't planning on getting rough fucked. He was looking
forward for some romance with this hot, beautiful boy. He definitely didn't
want to be a daddy. But it looked like he was!

Maurice fondled Jason's hair, pressing the kid's cheek to his chest. The
boy was heaving and clutching Maurice's body with both hands, pressing his
body onto the old man, the young cock still throbbing against his hip,
slick and sticky.

"Listen, Jason. I'm not your dad. What happened to him?"

"Huh?" Jason looked back up. "My dad? The asshole? He left us, me and my
mom, when I was ten. He just upped and disappeared, the son of a bitch."
Jason's voice boiled with anger. He prodded his hard cock into Maurice's
side violently.

Maurice now understood the rough fucking, the face slapping. The boy was
taking out his frustration on Maurice. Jason wasn't attracted sexually to
Maurice. He just wanted a father figure to fuck the shit out of.

"You see, Jason. I understand how you feel. But your feelings towards your
dad should not stand in the way of your enjoying sex. Did you enjoy fucking
me the way you just did."

"No," the boy whispered, his cock still glued at Maurice's hip, still rock
hard, still throbbing.

"Come here," Maurice pulled Jason's head up by the hair and kissed him,
tasting the saltiness of the tears, feeling the trembling of the kid's body
against him. "Let's you and I make love, baby," Maurice said between
kisses.

Maurice knew that he would not be able to fuck the kid. He also knew that
another probe into his ass was going to hurt like a bitch. But he still
wanted the boy to fuck him. He pulled Jason on top of him, feeling the
hard, taut muscles weighing down on him, the young hard cock pulsating into
his flabby paunch.

"I'm your lover, Jason," Maurice whispered to the boy, raising him,
grabbing his hard dick and sliding it down between his thighs, under his
balls. "I want you to make love to me, Jason."

Jason responded by forcefully pushing forward, impatient for the
fuck. Maurice pressed back.

"Easy, Jason. Easy, lover boy." Maurice rubbed the cock up and down his
crack. Every time the head passed over his butt hole, Maurice felt the
soreness of the earlier fuck burn and his heart raced at what he knew was
coming. Finally, he forced enough courage to place the thick cock head at
his hole, letting the boy thrust into him.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Maurice heaved as the searing pain filled his body with
the steel rod thrusting into him, trying to penetrate. "Slowly,
Jason. Slowly, you fucking shit!"

Maurice slapped Jason's butt hard. In response, Jason penetrated. Maurice
was writhing with the pain.

"Keep still. Keep fucking still. Don't push. Don't move. Just keep your
fucking horse dick inside my hole and keep still." Maurice panted, his
hands pressing on the boy's firm butt, feeling the muscles ripple inside
his clutch.

Jason was breathing hard, his smooth chest sweating on top of Maurice. He
had slid his body a bit down to have a better angle at the fuck hole,
supporting himself with hands and knees. But he kept still, his cock head
just inside the old man's hole.

"Oh, daddy," Jason moaned, his whole body shaking. "Daddy."

Maurice pulled Jason by the hair, yanking his head up, still feeling the
pain of his butt muscle trying to stretch for Jason's thick knob. "Fuck it,
kid!" Maurice almost shouted with anger. ""I'm NOT your fucking daddy. I am
your fucking lover. You are fucking me out of love and lust. Got that?"

"Aw," complained Jason, opening his eyes in surprise as Maurice pulled hard
on his hair. "Ok, ok, you fuck. You old fuck. You're not my fucking
daddy. You are my fucking bitch."

With all his youth force, Jason rammed into Maurice. Still grabbing the
boy's hair, Maurice pulled harder, forcing Jason's head down, finding
Jason's lips, biting down on them, tasting blood.

"BITCH!" Maurice cried in pain. "YOU BITCH! YOU fucking little shit!"

Maurice, being rough-fucked a second time by the monster young cock, hard
as steel, roughed the kid in return by pulling on his hair and biting on
his lips. Jason got wilder. Like an unstoppable ramming rod, he plowed the
sore hole, holding onto the raised legs, putting all his young strength
behind his thrusts.

Maurice knew that he must be bleeding down there. His ass muscle stung with
each pounding. The boy was insatiable, getting rougher with every second,
stretching the rim, tearing at the fuck hole.

"Take my dick, you old fuck!" he screamed as Maurice pulled harder on his
hair with one hand, the other reaching for the boy nipple, squeezing it
hard between his thumb and finger. "You like it rough, huh?" Jason plowed
deep. "You like my cock roughing you, like the bitch you are. You're not my
fucking daddy. You're just a fucking whore."

Jason pounded relentlessly. Maurice felt the steel rod press on his
enlarged prostate gland. He reached down for his own limp dick and felt
drops of precum squeezing out of the slit with each thrust of the boy's
cock into him. He rubbed around the knob, sensations of sexual desire and
of intolerable pain mixed, shaking his body violently.

Jason exploded inside Maurice a second time. Gallons of hot, young jizz
filled the flabby old hole.

Jason was totally out of breath, his sweat dripping all over Maurice's
body. Maurice was unable to move, totally exhausted, his stomach muscles
hurting from the strain of his ass raped twice. Squeezing his rim muscle
around the thick, still-hard shaft, his hole screamed with pain. Jason
flexed his dick, and then slowly slipped out with a popping, sloshy
sound. Maurice writhed with the pain and felt the boy juice seep out of his
hole, warm, stinging.

Jason plopped down next to Maurice. He reached for the old man's limp dick
and fisted it.

"Let's see what you got there, old man," Jason panted, squeezing on the
soft shaft. Drips of precum shone through the cock slit, but Maurice
remained soft. Jason slapped the limp member around.

"Can't get it up, huh?" he teased.

Maurice was tortured. He squeezed on his scrotum, willing his cock to
respond, but instead of the feeling of getting a hard-on, he felt the pain
in his ass. The kid alternated between squeezing and slapping his limp
dick. Jason's other hand reached for the crack under his balls. He kneeled
between Maurice's spread thighs, still roughing the limp tool. He fisted
his own boy dick and brought it to Maurice's cock, spreading the precum and
his own boy juice, not yet dried, over the two cock heads, rubbing,
taunting.

"How does it feel, old man," Jason wouldn't stop his mocking. "How does my
cock feel, you hot whore? You just love it, don't you?" More rubbing, more
teasing.

Maurice erected! The feeling of the slippery hard penis over his dick
stirred multiple sensations inside his body. Somehow, the pain in his butt
hole receded into a pleasant tingling sensation. Jason pressed his hard
dick on the elongating cock.

"Ahhh," Jason smirked. "Seems this little pecker is getting
interested. This little pecker likes my cock.

This little pecker wants my cock to fuck it. This little pecker is jealous
of the hole that got plowed."

Jason bent over Maurice, full weight, and started humping Maurice's crotch
with his hard cock, his slim, wiry body slick with sweat. There were two
hard cocks pressing on each other. Maurice squeezed his eyes shut, amazed
at how he had responded to the feeling of the boy's tool pressing on him.

Placing his hands under the boy's butt cheeks, he raised him.

"Woweee," Jason exclaimed, realizing what was on Maurice's mind. "Old dick
wants my little tight hole, huh? Old dick is hard and wants some
fuckeeeeee."

Jason held Maurice's throbbing cock shaft and guided the mushroom head into
his crack. He sat down on the cock, the knob easily penetrating, lubed with
its own precum and Jason's sticky juice. Maurice bucked up, sliding the
whole shaft inside the tight hole. Jason straightened and started riding
Maurice's tool, his balls slapping Maurice's lower belly, his young cock
plopping up and down. Maurice reached for the beautiful cock and stroked it
in sync with his up-thrusts. Both came simultaneously. As soon as Maurice
started squirting inside Jason's belly, he felt the hot streams of boy
juice hit his face, all over his chest and protruding belly, dripping onto
his pubic hair, as the shaft pulsated in the palm of his hand.

Jason lifted himself off Maurice.

The two males, the young and the old, plopped next to each other trying to
control their breathing.

Maurice's dick had shrunk back to half its normal size. Jason was still
hard. Fuck! Will the kid ever get soft? The thick uncut cock glistened with
cum, plastered on the kid's belly. Maurice regarded the beautiful boy next
to him, and he sighed audibly.

"Nice fuck, old man," Jason rubbed the flabby belly. "You still have what
it takes, huh? All you needed was some prodding from this," Jason prodded
Maurice's hip with his boy dick. "All you needed was a hard young dick to
get you interested. You love dick, don't you? You, old fuck. You just love
cock."

Maurice thought that the boy would never stop making stupid comments, most
of which were true though. He had neither the energy nor the desire to say
anything in response to the verbal abuse. His chest heaved up and down as
he felt the heat of the kid next to him, blabbering away. Jason needed to
vent out, to let out the anger inside him.

"Which was better, old man?" Jason went on. "Fucked? Or fucking? Bet you
loved my pole inside you more. Bet you are just an old bitch who loves
being plowed. Bet you are sucking my semen into your veins right this
minute. Bet your fucking body is getting fatter on my cream."

Maurice took the abuse silently. His hole was throbbing with desire, now
that the pain had ebbed. Yes.

The kid was right. Yes. He did want to be fucked. Yes. He was an old
bitch. Yes. He adored the young cock plowing at his hole, regardless of the
pain. He thought of all the bottoms he had fucked. True: he never roughed
anyone up or hard-fucked anyone. He had always made sure that his bottom
was comfortable with his fucking. But it was the strangest feeling getting
fucked the way the boy fucked him. It was weird that he, being so gentle as
a top, was enjoying hard fucking from a young boy.

"This cock is still hard, old man," Jason pressed his boy dick against
Maurice, prodding. "Don't you want to taste it? Come on, bitch, you know
you want to taste it."

Jason held Maurice's head, pushing it down. Maurice willingly bent and took
the throbbing dick in his mouth. He was greeted with different tastes. As
he gobbled hungrily on the huge knob, pulling down on the skin with his
fist, he tasted salty, bitter, even blood-tangy. His lips stretched with
the thickness of the cock shaft as he swallowed down on it. The kid held
his head and started fucking his face, never stopping his endless talk.

"Eat my dick, you old fuck. Feast on it. Swallow my cock. Swallow it
whole. Oh, yes. More. Get down on it, bitch. To the base. Down. Ahhhh. All
the fucking way. Yesyesyes. Almost there. Gonna feed you juice, old
man. Gonna make you turn young with my semen. Suck my cock. Suck. Oh. Fuck!
Fuck! Here it comes. Swallow the fucker, bitch. FUCKIN CUMMIN..."

The explosion of creamy boy juice hit Maurice's throat with force. He
swallowed, taking it all in, in spite of the gagging, his snot coming out
of his nose, the boy's cream sliding through his constricting throat down
to his stomach. Yes. He did want the boy juice inside him. He would
definitely get younger with this elixir of youth. He swallowed it all,
pressing his lips around the pulsating knob to get every last drop.

Finally, Jason's penis started to get limp in Maurice's mouth. Maurice was
relieved that he would get some respite as he licked the softening
cock. Neither his jaws nor his rim muscle could take any more.

Maurice closed his eyes, his ass tingling, his jaws aching, his dick limp
over his balls, his whole body shaking, feeling the heat of the young body
beside him, and thought: how he wished he were still young! He did not feel
abused. He did not feel ashamed or embarrassed. He felt full. His body was
full.

It was beautiful, he trembled, his hand on the boy's sinewy thigh, slowly
rubbing, enjoying the sweaty skin, contemplating on the next round! Jason
covered him with kisses.

"Thank you, old man," he whispered, and dropped into immediate sleep.