Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 17:59:18 -0500
From: JC Scooter <myrealitycheckbounced2001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Waiting

I wrote the following story a couple of weeks ago when I was stranded at
Denver International Airport.  The idea just came to me.  I hope you like
it.  Comments are more than welcome.  Send to
myrealitycheckbounced2001@hotmail.com


        I first noticed the boy when he was came in.  Because it had been a
slow night I was at my post by the front desk in hopes of getting first
dibs on the fresh meat.  I knew that it was best to catch the young ones
when they first came in the door.  I didn't keep track, but I knew well
enough that there were a small percentage of the young ones that just
wanted a blowjob and didn't care who gave it.  If you let those boys get
past the entrance you just might lose them.  Yes, it was better to wait by
the door and take a chance at rejection than to go without the touch of a
young man.

        When the boy came in I was disappointed to see that he was with
several of his friends.  When I realized he was not alone I knew my chances
were slim that I would be able to get the boy.  Someone like myself could
not approach a young man when he was with his friends.  I have learned the
hard way that although everyone was there to get something, there was a
right time and a right place to see if you would be allowed to help them
out with their needs.  The younger guys still acted like they were looking
for something different than the older guys, or the trolls, as they
referred guys like me.  Yes, it was best to wait until they were alone and
the pressure of their peers was gone.

        I remember being at that age and thinking that I would be young
forever.  I was handsome, masculine, and although there were none of the
fancy workout equipment that there is today, I managed to stay in generally
good shape.  I didn't have any problems finding someone hot to suck, to
fuck, to just get naked and let all the inhibitions disappear.  I thought
that it would always be that way.  There would always be men available.
There would always be men who would want me.

        It happened so slowly that I don't really remember when I changed
from the object of the hunt, to the old man hunting for his young prize.  I
can only shake my head and wonder where the years went.  I took it for
granted that things would not change.  I thought youth would be with me
forever.  I would never grow old.  How cruel time can be.  How lonely time
leaves you when you are no longer wanted.

        Instead of following my instincts to just wait for a better prey, I
followed the boys as they went to the locker room to change. They continued
to talk and laugh, not caring that they were no longer in the twink bar.
For the moment they could pretend that they were just continuing their
evening and were just not ready to go home.  The rest of us came in
silently, took off our clothes, put on the towel, and went to work.  And it
was work, at least when your time had come and passed you by.

        I pretended to be busy with my own locker, but kept my eyes locked
on the boy.  When he had taken off his shirt I immediately noticed the
tattoo.  It was a black panther, jumping from his beautiful, smooth chest.
I had a tattoo also, but unlike these kids I had mine done in a time when
young men were called upon to fight a war that wasn't worth fighting and
couldn't be won.  These kids didn't know how lucky they were.  But that was
okay.  I wouldn't want them to experience what I had experienced.

        They changed quickly and headed out together to explore.  I had
seen it before many times.  The young ones would keep together for a while,
but soon they would each find an excuse to go out on their own.  It usually
took about 10 minutes before they would realize they were no longer at the
bars.  That was when I would make my move, but until that time I would keep
close and wait for my chance.

        I didn't have to wait long.  The boy I had been watching said
something to his friends and then left.  I discreetly followed and once
again found myself pretending to get something from my locker while at the
same time watching the boy get into his locker once again.  He pulled out
his wallet, and instead of pulling out some cash for the vending machine,
he pulled out a small white piece of paper that was folded over several
times.  I had seen this before and my heart began to race because if he was
going to do what I think he was going to do, then my chances of getting to
taste this young beautiful piece of meat would increase dramatically.

        He kept the white packet tightly closed in one hand and closed his
locker.  I quickly closed my own to follow.  He walked quickly to one of
the few bathrooms that had a door that could be locked.  I smiled to
myself, as I was now sure that I was right about what he was getting ready
to do.

        He went into the bathroom, and I heard the latch slide as he locked
the door.  I walked down the hall and waited.  After about 5 minutes he
emerged and headed my way.  He no longer had the package.  As he walked by
I could see his now half closed eyes.  He no doubt was starting to feel the
effect of whatever drug he had just taken in the bathroom.  Since he no
longer had the white package, I could only assume that he had finished off
his entire stash.

        If there was one thing different about this generation, it was
their use of some of the strangest drugs.  I was part of the hippie
generation, and pot and acid had often found their way into my system, but
these kids nowadays had drugs that could make you feel just about any way
you wanted to feel.  I didn't know the names of these drugs and didn't do
any myself, but I knew that many of the drugs the kids took nowadays made
all of their inhibitions disappear.  And in a place like this, it was all
the better for guys like me when the younger ones were a little "out of
it."  It was their choice to use the drugs.  I didn't make them do it.  If
it affected their judgment, then so be it.  Who was I to pass on a chance
at some young meat?

        I followed the boy around for about 10 minutes and I could tell
that whatever drug he had taken was starting to take quite an effect.  At
first he was walking around without any outward problems, but then after
about 5 minutes he began swaying a bit and sometimes stopping all together
to lean against the wall.  He no doubt was starting to get his "high" and I
knew that the time was coming when I would be able to make my move.

        After a couple of minutes leaning against a wall in one of the
hallways, he again began to move and headed towards one of the rooms where
there was very little light and several beds lining one side of the room.
I followed him into the room and after my eyes adjusted to the lack of
light I saw what I had hoped for.  There was my beautiful boy, laying on
one of the mattresses, face down, with his legs spread apart.  My heart
quickened as I saw him spread out on the bed.

        As most guys know who frequent these clubs, there are rooms where
one can go if you just want to get fucked and don't care who does the
fucking.  In my younger years, I would sometimes do this myself.  You just
go in, lay down with your legs spread a bit, and basically it's an open
invitation for anyone to climb on your ass and fuck your hole.  And here
was my boy, in the position, and ready to take it.  I couldn't believe that
I was this lucky.

        I looked around and there was no on else in the room.  It was still
early and in a few hours I knew that the room would be packed with
desperate bodies looking for sex anyway and with anyone.  I slowly walked
toward the boy until I was standing at the foot of the bed.  I could now
see his naked backside and it was beautiful.  Even in the dark I could see
the curves of his back as it went down to his smooth bubble ass.  He had
very little body hair, which I liked, and I could only imagine the tight
hole that was hidden in between those smooth mounds of flesh.

        Even though he had "taken the position" I knew that it was not a
given that he would let just anyone fuck him.  I knew that I had to take it
slow.  I bent over and with my right hand ran my hand down his lower leg
and then back up again.  He didn't move, so I rested one of my knees on the
bed, and came closer.  I then ran my hand higher up his leg, until I was
above the back of his knee and was petting him back and forth, almost to
where his beautiful ass began.  He still didn't move, and my heart raced
with anticipation.

        After about a minute of stroking his leg, I decided it was time to
go a little further and I ran my hand all the way up his leg but this time
didn't stop and let it continue to his ass, which I started to massage.  He
was toned, and his ass muscles were clearly visible to my now completely
adjusted eyes.  His ass was absolutely perfect and here I was stroking it
with my hand.  I was in heaven.

        I moved further up onto the bed, and now with both hands I
continued to massage his ass.  He didn't resist my probing fingers as I
slyly pulled his cheeks apart and quickly ran a ringer down his crack,
getting closer and closer to the prize.  Eventually I knew I would have to
just go for it, and with one hand parting his cheeks I reached in with my
other hand and ran my finger deep within his crack until my middle finger
rested firmly onto his moist hole.  I began to probe his ass, applying
first pressure with my finger, then releasing, each time putting a little
more pressure on his hole.  I knew eventually that his ass would open up
and my finger would slide in.

        It didn't take more than a few minutes until my finger, now
pressing firmly on his ass, slipped past his entrance and sank into the
smooth insides.  The boy didn't resist, and from my experience I could tell
that his ass was used to getting some play.  He was no virgin that was for
sure.  I slowly started to finger fuck his ass, and my finger went in and
out of his even easier than I had predicted.  The entire time the boy
wasn't resisting my probes.  He had not looked back to see who was playing
with ass.  A lot guys liked it when they didn't know who is fucking them.
Whoever was fucking them no doubt could not compare to the fantasy that was
being played out in their head.  I had done it myself and knew how good it
could be to get fucked while imagining the most beautiful man doing the
fucking.  As long as you kept your eyes tightly closed, your imagination
would take over and even if it was an out of shape guy with a beer gut, in
your mind you were getting fucked by Superman.  I would be this boy's
Superman if he wanted.  I had no problem with that.

        I leaned in closer and with my tongue I began to lick his ass.  I
didn't waste very much time on his ass before heading straight to his hole,
where after I had pulled out my finger and spread his cheeks with both
hands, I shoved my face as deep as possible into his crack.  I loved to
lick a young boy's hole.  I loved the smooth skin, the tight hole, and this
boy had one of the best asses I had ever eaten.  By now I was no longer
taking it slow.  The boy had shown he was going to take it and I wasn't
going to disappoint him.  I buried my face in his ass and reached out my
tongue as far as possible to get as deep into his ass as possible.  He was
now quite loose and my tongue easily slid into his ass.  I pulled my face
out and spit into his ass to make it even more slippery to my invasion.

        I continued to work on his ass with my mouth for a good 5 minutes
before I thought he was ready to take my cock.  I climbed up and onto his
body, making my intentions known that I was going to fuck this boy.  As
before, he didn't resist as I ran my hands along his body.  I was now
starting to sweat quite a bit as my body slid against his, which was now
pressed firmly to the mattress.

        I raised myself enough to position my cock into his crack and began
to fuck his crack back and forth.  I had lubed up his ass quite a bit with
my spit and my cock slide easily between his cheeks.  I reached down
between my legs and pressed my cock against his hole and without any
warning began to insert my cock into his ass.

        I knew better than to say anything to him as I began to fuck him.
I didn't know what fantasy was going through his mind and anything I said
may break that fine line between fantasy and reality.  I didn't want him to
realize that an old man like me was fucking him, so I kept my mouth shut.
I was going to fuck him hard and at least if he found out later who fucked
him, he couldn't complain that an old fart like myself couldn't still give
a boy a good fucking.

        I had him pinned down tight, so that he couldn't move very much if
he tried.  After about a minute of fucking him, I realized that he was
going to lay there and take it and I didn't have to worry about him pushing
me off.  I then raised myself on to my elbows and began to piston my cock
into his ass.  Every time I plowed into his ass his body would push into
the mattress.  My cock wasn't very long, but it was very thick, so I knew
that he was feeling every inch of it slam into his ass.  I picked up the
pace until I was completely pulling out each time and slamming my cock in
deep at the bottom of each thrust.  I smiled as I pulled my cock out and
saw that his ass had taken to just staying open and waiting for my cock to
push back in.  It always amazed me how an ass would just open up and take a
pounding, and this kid's ass was no exception.

	I didn't last long.  He was just too beautiful.  I flattened myself
to his backside and pumped his ass at a furious pace until unable to hold
off any longer I let loose and dumped my load into the boy's ass.  I
couldn't help and moaned out loud, but I didn't care at this point as I had
gotten my prize.  If the kid told me to get lost now, then that was fine
with me.  I had tasted and fucked his ass and that was all I had wanted in
the first place.

	I lay there gasping for breath, my cock quickly going soft in his
ass.  My head was now pressed against the back of his neck.

	"Thanks," I said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

	As I planted my kiss on his cheek I looked closer at his beautiful
face.  His eyes were open but there was nothing behind them.  He was
staring into space at nothing.

        Now that my lust had subsided I began to realize that he was still
not moving.  He was not moving and he wasn't breathing.  I reached up with
my hand and pressed my fingers against his neck to feel for a pulse.
Nothing.  My skin, now wet and clammy, began to try and crawl away from the
unmoving body beneath me.  I began to shake and quickly rolled off the boy.
I quickly glanced around the room and saw several old men like myself who
no doubt were watching the show.  I slid to the end of the bed, grabbed my
towel, and stumbled toward the door.

        As I left the room I looked back one last time and saw the next man
already taking his position over the waiting dead boy.  I turned back and
quickly walked out the door, leaving the men to their own desires.