Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 02:39:15 -0400 From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com> Subject: Old I wrote this story in a state of shock and am posting it for the more mature readers, I hope they will realise that age is only a state of mind. Usual legal stuff guys, although there is no sex in this story so I suppose anyone can read it. This isn't copyright either, if you have a friend depressed about growing old feel free to let him have a copy if you think it will make him feel better. OLD, OLD, OLD I had been looking at the same piece of paper for what seemed like an eternity. 'This is to inform you that the first instalment of your State Pension has been paid direct to your Bank Account, dah, de, dah, de, dah.' I couldn't be 65, fate couldn't be that unkind, 65 was beyond ancient. Nobody was 65, that was too bizarre to even contemplate. An hour before this terrible revelation I had been curled up in bed with the most beautiful boy in the world. Obviously not an objective assessment, but he was without doubt the most beautiful West Indian boy I had ever seen. I had woken up with this wonderful fawn alongside me for, what, more years than I wanted to remember. My life had been turned upside down the day I met him. He looked about fifteen, but everyone who knew him said he was 22. For years people accused me of cradle snatching, so I cared. Look at this apparition, tell me you would not kill to take him to bed, tell me you would not kill to have him with you for years. Not a one-night stand. Not a transient walk through paradise. Definitely not a dream. We had been romping on the beach every day for months now. Using the yacht, we had found beaches you could not reach on foot. We had made love with the Caribbean Sea gently lapping the shore and the wind gently caressing our bodies while I kissed and caressed this man-child. I never stopped wondering why he stayed. If I were old surely he would have moved on to pastures new, virile young men who would transport him to ever-greater levels of ecstasy. 50 isn't sexy, 55 isn't sexy, 65 is beyond anything, but he was still here. He had been here for years, and years of loving. I still lusted after this ecstatically wonderful boy. I was still being told that my sexual demands were excessive. Well he only looked about 30 now, so how could I not lust after him. I could only be young as well to have this incredible male by my side. It was a mistake, it had to be a mistake, I had not celebrated a Birthday for years. I refused to accept that I would be dead for several decades before this lover, this friend, this companion would join me in paradise, better than the one we now lived in. I could not leave this world before him. Who would look after him, I had for years, I could not live without him. How could he, or would he live without me? He brought me my morning coffee as I sat, crying silently at the passage of years. He saw the letter clasped loosely in my hand. He heard the gentle sobs as I cried for my lost youth. He knew, he had always known, I wanted to be Peter Pan. Never grow up, never grow old, most important of all, never lose this wonderful man/boy. I wasn't going to lose him now, 25 years, he could not possibly consider leaving me after 25 years could he? "You are my life, you silly old thing, do you still not understand that? Without you I am nothing, I have nothing but my love for you. Where would I go? What would I do?" Could I still doubt that after so long? "Come back to bed, let me show you how much I love you. Come and show me how much you love me." 25 or 65, could you possibly turn down an invitation like that at 10am. Of course you couldn't. I went back to bed and soon realised that with this lover I would always be Peter Pan. ========================================================================== I did write this just after I reached 65, I was upset, I couldn't imagine being that old. I still don't accept it but I have learnt to live with it. My wonderful lover took me to dinner on my next birthday, but not just anywhere, he took me to Ellis Rd. in Soho, Hong Kong, yeah a bit extravagant but we were on a world tour. I am planning his fiftieth now, not quite as extravagant but today I booked the band to play on our deck sat out over the waters of Jolly Harbour, Antigua. No one believes he is 50 but that just makes me even luckier doesn't it?