Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2010 15:37:38 -0800 (PST) From: Al Schwartzer <bearinelmjack4u@yahoo.com> Subject: Mall Maintanance If you enjoy fantasies with older men, read on. Living across the street from a mall in New York City definitely has its advantages. No dealing with parking headaches, no dealing with traffic. Just cross the avenue, and there you are. Last April, I had Easter week off, so I visited the mall on a daily basis. Lunch at the food court, then window shopping at different stores every day was kind of fun. The real treat, though, was looking at a maintenance man that usually worked the first floor. Mid 50s, short grey hair, clean shaven, with the slightest of little pot bellies (expected at that age). Always in his light blue shirt and darker blue pants. The short sleeves on the shirt and the open button revealed a lot of beautiful grey hair. The first day I saw him, he was emptying a trash can next to a Mrs Fields cookies store. The next day, I walked in at the same time, hoping that he would be around. He was in the same spot. This told me that he was probably on a schedule, so I decided to plan something for the next day. I arrived at the mall about 10 minutes earlier, and bought a cup of coffee and a couple of cookies from the store. I then sat at one of the benches very near the trash receptacle. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, there he was. I noticed on the right side of the shirt, a patch with the name "Bill". That was all i need to open the conversation. - "Bill. My brother's name is Bill, my landlord's name is Bill, my doctor's name is Bill. Seems like you guys are everywhere" I told him. He looked at me and gave me a great big smile. -" Yes, we are everywhere, its all part of a master plan to take over the world". -" Well, my name is Al, so you haven't won yet". we both laughed. I told him I had seen him the day before, and that he seemed to be like clockwork. - " When you have been doing this for 27 years, you better have it down pat". I got this job when I was 28, and have been doing it ever since" - "Obviously, you must be doing something right" I said. The next couple of days, we saw each other, said our hellos, and then went on our way. I thought about asking him what time he got off, maybe inviting him for a cup of coffee, but I didn't build the courage for it. Saturday came, and there was no Bill. I had gotten so used to him being there, I didn't realize it was the weekend. Oh well, seeing that beautiful man would have to wait until some point in the summer. Sunday came, and I went for my morning coffee. As I pulled on the door, it wouldn't budge. All the lights inside were off. "Duh, its Easter Sunday" I thought to myself. I guess this meant going back home and driving to a dinner. As I turned around, Bill was about 20 feet await and walking towards me with that big smile of his. - " You forgot its Easter Sunday, didn't you?' he said with a smile. -" Guilty". -" Ah, don't worry, it happens every year to someone". -" I am sure, but this kills my morning coffee". - " If you come with me, I have the solution" he said. We walked back towards the same area where I had seen Bill coming from. He took one of the keys from his chain and opened a side door. We walked down a staircase and found ourselves in a long corridor, with pipes all over the ceiling. - " I just put a pot on before I went upstairs. I am all alone on this side of the building, so I guess its a good thing you are here, it won't go to waste". -" Why are you here to start with?"I asked " You see, doing this for so long, I have learned many tricks. I live alone, so I have nothing to do on the weekends. If I work a weekend, i get time and a half. For Easter, they used to ask me to come in and clean up Saturday evening.When I used to do that, , you always had someone who needed some little thing, its late, so you helped them, next thing you knew, it was ridiculously late. So, I come in on Sunday, there is no one here, I get done in no time, and still get home to watch the baseball game." -" Smart. Nothing like experience". -" Convenient, that's all". We then got to his office. A rather empty room, save for a couch, a table, a TV that had seen better days, and a small counter with a coffee maker and a small fridge. Bill went over to the table. -" Milk and sugar". -" Yes, please". Bill came and sat at the table with 2 cups of coffee and also produced a small box of donuts. -" Beats the heck out of breakfast alone" he said -" I know what you mean". -"You are single too?" he asked -"Yes, have been all my life". -" I see. I was married, really nice lady, but we just couldn't make it work". -" Really? You seem so easy to get along with" -' I am. We just had some issues". -" That's a shame. I am sure there's probably a bunch of girls, and even a couple of guys that wouldn't mind dating you". Bill suddenly got beet red, and said, in somewhat of a trembling voice " At this point, I would take anything. I haven't had sex in over 3 years. Just talking about it makes me hard. As he said this, he put his hand on the front of his pants. You could clearly make out the outline of his cock through the worn blue pants. I didn't think I would have a better opportunity, so I said " Geez, if its really that bad,i will take one for the team". I wasn't done saying it, that he was unzipping. I took his dick gently into my right hand, and he trembled with pleasure. I slowly ran my hand up and down his shaft, while he was seemingly lost in his own world. I undid his belt, and unbuttoned his pants, which fell right to the floor. Letting go of his dick for a second, I slowly took down his briefs with both hands. His dick wasn't the biggest, maybe about 5 inches, but stiff as a rock. I got down in front of him, and started licking his balls, while my hands were on his hips. Slowly, I worked my way to where my lips we barely touching the head of his dick. I gently started to work on the head with my tongue, His moaning was amazing. He took his hands and put them on the side of my head. As he did this, I took more of his dick into my mouth, until it was all in. I kept sucking him slowly, as I didn't want him to come. He seemed to have the same thought, as he started to fuck my mouth slowly, but would stop for a couple of seconds and then start again. -" Oh, my God, this is amazing. I never thought it would feel this good" he said softly. Suddenly, he started to pump harder, and said in a trembling voice "I am going to come" I took his dick out of my mouth for a second and told him " Go ahead" as I kept working his dick with my right hand. As soon as I felt his body start to spasm, I immediately took his dick in my mouth again. He came like a man who hadn't come in 3 years. He collapsed onto the couch, face all red, sweat all over, and a smile like someone who had just been told he had won the lottery. -"Al, that was AMAZING. I feel like I am so light, I could just float away. I don't know how to repay you". -"Bill, don't worry, I am sure i will think of something". If you would like to hear more on this fantasy, e mail me and I will post a follow up. Al "You don't stop playing because you get old. You get old because you stop playing".