Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2008 09:44:15 EDT
From: CalAmi@aol.com
Subject: Retired Senior Finds Fun

This is a true story. Only the names and telephone number have been
disguised.

Retired Senior Finds Fun

I'm not sure what I was expecting when a new message in my Silver Daddies
In-box showed, not only a g-rated photo of a good looking man, but also a
note with the following: You are a good looking man. Feel free to call me
at anytime and my name is Stan. 619-xxx-xxxx I am a teacher. I hope I am
not to (sic) young for you I am 35.

Too young?  Not for this 75 year old retired executive. I have begun to
find 60 year olds at the local gay sauna to be young looking. Well, anyway,
I decided to call the number.

The phone rang about six times, and I was beginning to think this was a
come on, and if not that, maybe Stan was not at home or able to answer a
cell phone. It is now against the law in California to talk on a hand-held
cell phone while driving.

Well, on about the seventh ring, a straight sounding male voice answered
with, "This is Stan." It sounded as if he was talking on a cell phone from
someplace with a fair amount of noise in the background.

"Hi, Stan. I'm Greg from Silver Daddies. I just read your very nice
message.  Would you like to `play,' and if so, where?"

"Wow, that was fast. I just posted it this morning about an hour ago. Yeah,
I'd most certainly like to play. You're cute (I was soon to learn that is
his favorite adjective to describe this retired senior.) When can you come
over to my place? How about 3 o'clock"

"Actually, I can come today, but I need to be home shortly after three.
You know from my Silver Daddies profile that I am married and consider
myself bi/gay. But I'm definitely in the closet, and my wife usually gets
home from work by about four. Would one o'clock be too early for you?" (I
suppose it was about 11 or 11:30 when I called.)

"No, but I'd better get home to clean up the place before you get there.
(That was a good omen. I have been to guys' places that looked like college
freshmen's rooms, with sheets that hadn't been changed in weeks.)  Stan
then gave me his address on Acacia Glen in the Mission Hills area of our
city.

I had planned on giving myself plenty of time to get to this part of town,
with its frequently chopped-up streets -- due in large part to the city's
many urban canyons. Despite Map Quest, I made a couple of wrong turns and
almost panicked for fear of being too late after I had made the point of
needing to start early.

As it turned out, I was only about five minutes late.  As I was slowly
searching each of the houses to find the exact number Stan had given me,
what do I see but a guy standing on the corner and waving me, yes waving
me, up to the front of his house. By God, it was obviously Stan.

I pulled up in front of his home, and Stan was right there to open my car
door.

"You're cute, cuter than I expected." That was Stan talking. I could hardly
believe my ears that this tall, slim, attractive young man --yeah, 35 but
young to me -- thought I was cute. But I wasn't about to complain. "Come
on in," he said, "I can hardly wait."

No sooner had he closed the door to his house behind us than he put his
arms around me and planted a kiss firmly on my lips and his tongue onto
mine.

"I'd better take off my glasses," I gasped, put them on his coffee table,
and reached back to hug and kiss this darling man. I don't call other men,
"Darling" as a term of endearment, but he was darling in every sense of the
word. His enthusiasm was infectious.

"Well, let's get to bed," said Stan. With that, we were in his bedroom
--obviously recently straightened up and with the bed made. No slut, this
guy. And I sensed he had just gotten out of the shower. Squeaky clean!

Before I could get my Polo shirt off and pants down, Stan was standing
totally naked in front of me with a surely 9" cock protruding at a 90°
angle. Mine was filling up but nothing as hard as his. I guess I looked a
little bit embarrassed, but Stan assured me, "Don't worry. I'll take care
of that."

I can't begin to estimate how long we then lay naked in bed, body pressed
to body, tongues entwined. Oh, it was so wonderful!  Sometimes, I held his
cock in my hand and fingered his nuts; sometimes he would do the same to
me. All the time, my cock was getting harder and harder but still not the
pole that Stan had pushed in and up between my legs.

I could resist no longer. I simply had to have that love pipe in my
mouth. Oh, it was so delicious. The velvety taste of its head and then the
furry sheath at the base and back to the head and up and down and up and
down we went together. An act of love.

Somehow we communicated to each other that it would be fun to 69. As I lay
on my back, he crawled on top of me.  It took a minute or so, or so it
seemed, before we could get at the right angle for maximum
tongues/lips/cocks delight.  We never seemed to get it just right and ended
up -- excuse the pun -- mouthing each other's testicles, perineums (is
that the plural), with tongues flitting into each other's anuses. It was
sensational but not totally gratifying. Although I used to think 69ing was
great, I like it a lot more when my partner's tongue slides up and down and
around on the underside of my penis.

After maybe 10 minutes of playing this way, we again lay side by side,
mouth to mouth, fondling each other's nipples and crotches.  I guess we
took something of a break, because it wasn't long before we began to
exchange accounts of our first sexual encounters, both homo- and
heterosexual. I spoke about my teenage shame of loving to look at other
guys' bodies. Stan said that he had known from the very beginning that he
wanted sex with men more than with women, but that he had nevertheless
gotten married. Apparently it had not lasted very long. He laughed when he
told me it turned out that his was a lesbian. I told him about jacking off
with my best friend in junior high and high school but admitted that we had
never even thought of cock sucking. Strange. Later, we had both married and
had children.  He told me about his first encounter with a superior in the
Navy ("Helped get me a good grade."). I told him about getting my cock
sucked for the first time at a massage parlor in the Far East and how that
had led in later years to occasional visits to gay saunas at home and
abroad. I admitted that I had not sucked cock myself until one evening at a
gay bathhouse in LA. "The suckee complained", I told Stan, "because I
apparently used my teeth a little too much. ("Stop biting, asshole!") Since
then I've been told on quite a few occasions that I'm an expert cock
sucker."

"Oh, Stanley, geez, I love talking to you."

"No Stanley, please, just Stan." I don't want you to remind me of my
mother. Hmmm.

 Stan then got back to "business."

"I always need to make sure my partner gets off before he leaves my
home. Some guys lose their interest in sucking after they have come
themselves. I don't have the same problem."

I took that to mean that if I brought Stan to an ejaculation, he would not
hesitate to do the same for me. What was most comfortable for me was for
him to lie crosswise on his bed with his legs hanging down over the
edge. That way, I would suck his magnificent cock on my knees. And also rub
his thighs and finger his nipples.

Time passed without either of us counting the minutes. I could feel the
muscles in Stan's body tightening, and the moans emanating from his chest
were a joy to my ears. I thought he was about to come when he began jerking
on his cock while I licked the tip of the head. "Oh, oh, oh," he moaned,
"and with that his cream began to spurt forth. I had fully intended to take
my lover's ejaculate in my mouth, but instead found it hugely satisfying
licking it up from his flattened tummy. I have never tasted sweeter
semen. It was truly delicious, not so salty or bitter as some, even my
own. Maybe it was because I truly had a crush on my beguiling man.

True to his word, Stan lay me on my back in the same position in which he
had lain. I was ready for the full treatment, and I got it. Earlier in this
account, I had expressed certain embarrassment that my cock was not rock
hard, but it was, or at least seemed to me to be, now.  Oh, it was so, so
wonderful. At one point, I started to fear that Stan was getting tired, but
no, on and on and on and on he continued to mouth my cock using tight lips,
loose lips, wrangling tongue, hard tongue. It all was so wonderful as I
could feel the conduits in my groin swell with semen. Then, there it was,
firmly in his throat.

We lay there for about another quarter hour telling each other what a great
time we had both had.  Stan was happy I had trusted him but reminded me
that it could be dangerous entering the quarters of an unknown man.  Right,
of course, but I'm glad I trusted Sam.

We knew I'd be back.

What a fine gentleman I found in Stan.  I'm sure this is but the beginning,
but I don't believe I can have any more pleasure than I found this
afternoon."

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