Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 17:22:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: A "Senior Moment"

Practice safe sex!  If you are offended by sex between
men or you are too young to read this stuff, go away!

I'm 60, recently divorced and horny just about all of
the time.  It rained today; the tale end of Hurricane
Ivan passed over the Cape.  I needed to get out of the
converted cottage in Eastham where I've lived for the
past year.  I retired, left Boston and my selfish kids
after the divorce.  IThe cottage, some small savings,
my car and my pension are all that survived the
nastiness.  I drove the short distance over to the
ocean and parked just beyond a now-closed restaurant
where the surf was easily visible.  Another car,
empty, was parked at the far end of the rather small
lot.

The rain beat on the side of the car and the
windshield and the noise was something to hear. The
ocean was magnificent in its fury with gray green wave
after wave crashing  and white foam spewing up into
the air.  My hand strayed to my crotch and I began
stroking my 7" uncut cock in rhythm with the wipers.
I loosened my belt, unzipped my genes and pulled it
out.  It's thickness filled my hand, the loose
foreskin rolled easily back and I gently began
massaging the fat, dark red mushroom head.  My other
hand worked my chest.  This had been just about my
only sex in the last year.  I had had two brief
affairs with women my age after the divorce but when
they mentioned the "M" word, I went, no ran in the
other direction.  I was in no hurry and this was my
first time doing anything in a public place.  I
continued stroking for several minutes when something
moving at the edge of my vision caught my attention.
There was a slight rise to the left of the car and it
was covered by some rather thick scrub pine.  I moved
slightly so that I could adjust and then see out of
the side mirror.  I wanted to know if the movement was
wind,  a person or perhaps a coyote or other wild
animal.  I continued working my cock.

A moment or two later a yellow slicker covered head
peeped through and then down through the bushes.  It
was the face of a kid or young guy.  At this point, I
did not know if I should quit or continue.  Something
in me responded to the challenge and I slid my pants
down and pulled my T shirt up to my neck.   For all
intents and purposes, I was now naked.  I'm 5'8" tall,
weigh 165 lbs,  and I work out frequently.   I shave
my head and I don't look all that bad; but, I am 60.
I have a good, but not great body with moderately
hairy pecs, abs and ass.  I could see the eyes of the
voyeur following my every movement.  Without thinking
too much about it, I pressed the window switch and
said, "Get in this car."  The head ducked, and then a
few moments later it appeared again.  I continued,
"Come on, get in, the rain's coming through the open
window and it's warm in here."

"I'm not queer." was the quiet response.
"neither am I; let's talk about it."

With that, he climbed down, walked around and got in.
He had to be close to 6' tall, dark haired, and looked
to be in good shape.  He looked me in the eyes and
smiled, blushed, and said his name was Mike.  I told
him that mine was Bill.  I had not stopped stroking
through any of this. Mike's eyes went to my slow
moving hand.

"Take off your rain gear." I told him.  He had on a
thin shirt, and underneath the yellow rubber treated
pants he wore a pair of thin gym shorts.  They were
tented.  I reached over, took his hand and put it on
my cock and held it there.  Mike did not struggle to
pull away and soon picked up my rhythm, or that of the
wiper blades.  I sighed and then moaned.  Mike looked
at my face and then back at my cock.  Turning sideways
on the seat, pushing one leg behind his back and
placing the other over his lap so that it pressed his
boy cock against his belly, I  reached over and pulled
his face to mine and stuck my tongue in his mouth; or
I tried to.  He resisted, "No, I said I'm not gay."

"How old are you?,"  "18."  he answered.

"I just got divorced, I'm horny and I'm lonely.  So
are you.  This is man to man."  I pulled his head
again into mine and this time his lips parted.  Soon
he began sucking on my tongue.  After a few moments of
this, I let my tongue wander over to his ears; first
one and then the other.  I played with the hair on the
back of his neck and then pushed his head down so that
his mouth met my hairy nipple.

"Suck it Mike, lick it like it belonged to your
girlfriend."

"Don't have one, never have.  Never been with
anyone." he moaned.

Pre-cum was now oozing freely from my slit and Mike,
lifting his head, looked at his hand.

"Taste it!" I sort of growled and he did.  I kissed
him again for several moments; reaching into his warm
mouth with as much tongue as I could produce.  Gently
then, I took his head and began pushing it slowly to
my crotch.  "Kiss my cock, baby, kiss my cock"  I
whispered.

Very slowly, Mike did just that.  "Now the shaft."  He
followed my directions.  Some time later and I don't
know how long, I lifted his head back to my throbbing
mushroom and almost in a begging voice, I whispered,
"Suck it all."  Mike began slowly and then worked
faster and faster and swallowed more and more of me.
He began fucking his 8" thick boy cock against the
inside of my calf as he leaned over me with one knee
on the floor and the other pressed hard into the seat.

I can't remember ever feeling this excited.  I had
had a few blow jobs from a guy, the resident dorm
cock-sucker in college and later from two or three
women.  Nothing I had ever experienced compared to
this.  I could not hold off any longer....

"AGHHhhhhh  AGHHHhhhhhhhhh  AAAHhhghhhhhh!"  I think I
was screaming.  Mike's cock exploded against my leg
and I felt the heat of his juice streaming down my
leg.  He swallowed mine and continued nursing like a
baby.  I finally pulled his face to mine and tasted me
on his lips.  I held him close as the heat and passion
of our kissing slowly subsided into something much
more gentle and affectionate.

"Come home with me, please?" I whispered again in his
ear.

With tears in his eyes he answered, almost sobbing,
"I'm not gay, I'm not."

"Come home with me; even if all we do is talk.  You
should not be alone."   Mike nodded, and I pointed to
the other car... "Yours?"

"No, I live near here."

I chuckled, "Hope whoever it belongs to is still down
on the beach.  Let's go."


I've not written anything in a few years.  If you want
to know what happened later, let me know...

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