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Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 12:06:16 -0500
From: Bruce Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Grumpy Old Man

Unlike many of my stories this is short, one chapter.  I have often
wondered what my life will be like as I age and thought it a good subject
to explore.  I hope you enjoy.


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			      Grumpy Old Man

I left the meeting steaming.  Yes, I'm 70 years old but ageism and
stupidity still make my blood boil, a young shit had publicly made the
comment that I was too old to be gay.  How could anyone think that a part
of your life stopped just because you were aging?  I admit that sex is less
frequent and any emotional attachment is now unlikely but I still have the
desire and the contacts to have enough sex to keep life interesting.  I
left the meeting feeling like I should take the young man behind the
building and give him a good fuck but he really didn't interest me and that
might not have worked.

Now 70 years old sounds old but I had never had a single person think I am
my age.  Usually they think I am about 18 to 20 years younger than I am.
Before I had the heart attacks they were always about 30 to 35 years off if
they guessed.  I grant that I feel my age some days but I seldom act like I
am 70, I am still extremely active both mentally and physically.  I almost
missed the turn to the street where I live thinking about how ageism runs
through society not just the gay community.  When I got home I figured I
would calm down and laugh at the guy but I was there an hour and was still
pissed.

I decided I needed to get out of the house, I grabbed the dog's leash and
he jumped off his bed and ran to the door, a wonderful thing about dogs is
that have no idea of ageism that love us no matter how young or old.  I
have a big chocolate Lap that needs a lot of exercise and loves to run
through the park three blocks away.  I'm not one to throw a Frisbee for a
dog but Elmo will find sticks for me to throw for him to chase and until I
sit will run back and forth with abandon.  I have never had him fixed so I
need to be careful of him around other dogs, generally I don't have too
many problems.  City folk have gotten to the point where 90 plus percent of
their dogs are fixed so Elmo sniffing and playing is just that, curiosity.
During the week there aren't usually any dogs or people so I had no worries
about Elmo running around unleashed.

We had been there about an hour and a half when I finally decided that he
had enough, I sat on a picnic bench to drink a bottle of water I had
brought with me to share with him.  He was slurping the water from my hand
when I heard a male voice behind me comment on his beauty.  The exercise
had calmed me considerably and I thanked the man and turned to see if he
had a dog that I would need to worry about.  He was alone, obviously he had
been exercising in some way as sweat was pouring off his glistening body.
Like just about everyone, I enjoy the sight of an in shape, semi-naked body
and this man had worked to keep his body in shape through running.  Not
weight lifter shape but lean with solid definition.

I wanted to sit there looking at him but politeness had been drilled into
my head since childhood so I stood to introduce myself.  When I was close
enough to shake his hand I caught a whiff of him.  The smell was not of
deodorant, cologne or stale body odor; although he looked to be in his
thirties he had the scent of a man barely out of his teens, When I extended
my hand to shake he held on more than a few extra seconds a sure giveaway
that he was gay and on the prowl.

His name was Earl.

Elmo liked his scent too and poked his nose under his shorts, I'd bet the
dog got his nose or tongue on the man's balls.  I could easily see that he
wasn't wearing anything under the short, loose cotton gym clothes.  I would
have liked to see what the man did when Elmo did more than just poke his
head in the shorts but for a lot of reasons I thought that I would like the
first shot at Earl.  At that moment I couldn't tell whether he had a
beautiful all over tan or his natural coloring was that beautiful olive
color of many Italian and Greek men.  He had fairly short hair but it was
still obviously very dark and his eyes were nearly black if not.  Body wise
he could have posed for an art class's life figures studies.  His face was
not beautiful, he had rugged good looks that made him much more
interesting.

How do you approach a man you have just met in a generally heterosexual,
family park?  I started small, asking if he lived around the area and soon
he was asking more questions about me and the dog.  Elmo always gets
people's attention so I wasn't too surprised that he was talking about the
dog but I really wanted to know more about him especially if he was
available.  As he sat beside me I could barely keep my eyes from scanning
up and down his body.  He wasn't too hairy, a little around his nipples, a
trail leading into his shorts and a nice covering on his calves and inner
thighs.  I don't mind men that keep their chests shaved, or their balls and
asses but I don't get shaving your bush or your legs.

I wanted to touch him.  I mean I really wanted to touch him.  So did Elmo,
the damn dog jumped up so his paws were on Earl's thighs.  I apologized and
acting like it was a struggle pulled the dog away while allowing my hands
to do more than just brush against him.  He didn't recoil so I left my hand
on his leg when Elmo walked away.  The damn dog sat down and gave me a look
that I interpreted as meaning you dirty old man.  I grabbed the stick that
was laying on the bench next to me and tossed it as far as I could while
sitting.

"My ex took the dog when we separated.  I enjoyed watching you play with
the dog."

"His name is Elmo.  I would never allow anyone to take him from me.  I
would have fought in court to keep him if an ex had tried that.  You should
have sued her to keep the dog."  I said she intentionally, not an
assumption but as a way to get him to open up if he really wanted to move
the conversation and the pick up along.

"He didn't think I had the time to care for the dog and refused to even
hear about him staying with me."  Had I heard him right?  Did he say his ex
was a he?

"Some people just don't understand the attachment you can get to your dog.
Was the dog yours or his to begin with?"  I needed to learn if what I heard
was correct, I hadn't moved my hand from his leg and asking the question
allowed it to creep up his leg a little further.

"We bought him after we were together a year.  I think I loved him more
than I loved my ex and losing him hurt."  While answering me Earl had
stretched his arms over his head and leaned against the picnic table
scooting his legs forward so my hand was at the edge of his shorts.

"When I saw you I thought you were in your thirties but you smell like a
teenager.  How old are you?"

"I'm thirty-two, my ex used to tell me the same thing.  He said it was one
of the things he loved about me.  I guess it wasn't enough to keep him
interested."

"Well, you have me interested."

"I can tell.  Do you want to go back to your place or mine?"  I couldn't
believe he was propositioning me.  Wouldn't that young shit at the meeting
have been shocked to find out that there were men that still find me
interesting enough to proposition?

"Let's go to mine.  That way Elmo won't mess up your house."  When he was
happy or thought he might get all the attention Elmo's tail swung almost
violently.

"Tell me the address, I still need to run another mile or so."

Okay, I was getting the brush off.  I gave him my address thinking I would
never see him again.  Elmo and I slowly started back to the house, I heard
him tell me I better hurry if I needed to do anything to get ready.

Damn, those were sure mixed signals.  But I decided that I would take him
at his word and expect him to show up.  What was I going to need to do?  A
shower?  A douche?  Brush my teeth?  Get Elmo settled in the back yard?
Was there anything that needed put away or cleaned up before I had company?
I figured I might have ten minutes from the shape he appeared to be in, but
I wasn't really sure so I picked up the pace.

I put Elmo in the backyard and hoped he would stay, he had learned how to
force the gate on the doggie door open and would appear at the worst times.
I stripped and gave my self a quick douche and I was barely under the
shower when I heard the doorbell ring.  I wrapped a towel around my middle
like I was at the baths, grabbed the gargle bottle took a swig and went to
the door.  I was gargling as I opened the door and there he was dripping
with sweat.  Why had I taken the time to shower?

I don't know why I expected the first few minutes to be awkward but as I
closed the door Earl grabbed me from behind and ran his hand between my ass
cheeks.  I had hoped he might be interested in fucking but I had gotten the
impression I was going to be the one doing the thrusting.  "Still
interested?"

"Earl, I've been interested since I first heard your voice."

"I could see, you had tented your shorts.  You are going to let me suck
that cock aren't you?"

"I had hoped we might fuck."

"We'll fuck, as much as you can stand."  He had a look in his eyes that
told me I was in for more than I had expected and that I better not be
teasing him.

"Good, just don't make me cum, sucking my dick.  I want in that muscular
ass."

"Great.  I haven't had a good fuck since the ex and the dog moved out."  I
was getting the idea that Earl might be into more than just man cock.  He
was giving out a beast vibe and if Elmo caught a whiff of that the man was
going to have his ass full all evening and maybe through the night too.  I
won't bore you with how I licked the sweat from his chest, sucked on his
nipples and dove into his hairy pits to clean them out with my tongue.  I
know you want to know who fucked who.

Earl had ripped off my towel as I lapped at his pits.  I didn't know what
was going to happen first but the young man finally pulled me from his
armpit and dropped to his knees right there in the living room and began a
magnificent blow job.  I last a long time these days and I was enjoying
every minute of having him worshiping my cock and balls.  I suggested we go
to the bedroom.  I wanted to get into his ass and he happily agreed.  When
he lay down on his stomach in the center of my bed I admired the hairy hole
in front of me for a few seconds before I bent down and started eating his
ass like it was the last meal I would ever have.

I was only working his hole for a few minutes when I heard him start
begging me to fuck him.  I may be a grumpy old man, but I would never
refuse a man that pleasure.  I don't have that big of a dick, about average
I'd say.  Over the last few years it has shrunk, the doctor said it was
from lack of use and the medications I was taking.  I used some lotion that
I kept on the nightstand and was able to sink into his tight ass with
minimal difficulty.  Basically it only took two thrusts to get all the way
down to my pubic bone.  I gave him a moment to get adjust and then began a
long slow fuck.  I wanted him to feel every bit of my cock every time it
slid in and out of his ass.  His butt cheeks were padded enough that I
wasn't able to stick him with all I have but when I turned him on the side
and lifted his leg I was able to hit bottom every time.  He was grunting
and swearing that he loved the dick in his ass and wanted me to fuck him
all night.  I wasn't able to last that long, but I did fuck him at least
thirty minutes before I had to shoot my sperm in his hot hole.

I lay down beside him for a brief rest, playing with his hard dick.  I
wasn't out of breath but I had worked hard and a few minutes were needed
for me to be able to tell him it was time for him to return the favor.  He
didn't need a second invitation.  He followed my example and had his head
between my butt cheeks in moments licking and lapping like crazy.  When he
finally was able to get me slightly open his tongue started rimming out my
hole, poking in at least two inches.  I loved it and if he had wanted I
would have stayed that way all night.  Maybe fifteen minutes after he
started he pushed my butt up far enough for his dick to rub around the
asshole.

I was ready. He barely had his cock head between my asslips when I pushed
back hard taking all of his dick.  He had managed not to move back and when
I started moving muscles within my asshole he gasped.  A minute later he
was fucking me as hard as I had fucked him.  I could feel his cock swelling
in my ass and worried that he was going to leave me only partially
satisfied when I felt a weight hit the bed.  I was surprised that with all
the noise we had been making that it took that long for Elmo to make his
way onto the bed.  I couldn't see what was happening, but I knew that if
the dog followed his normal patterns that Earl was getting his ass licked.
Elmo seemed to enjoy licking my cum out of an asshole.

It was easy to feel Elmo moving around on the bed.  Earl had momentarily
stopped fucking.  I hadn't felt him shooting cum so I hoped he was trying
not to shoot so he could last.  But in a moment I heard him speaking to
Earl.

"Go for it, boy." Just then Earl fell on top of me driving us both down on
the bed.  He had almost slipped out but not quite and was able to slid in
further.  "Fuck me, boy."

Elmo loved to hear those three words.  He is an energetic and enthusiastic
fucker, He starts hard and fast and once his bone starts swelling he fucks
even harder.  I knew what Earl was feeling since I had been fucked by the
dog many times over the years.  When his knot began to swell he would ram
it through the sphincter, not holding back.  As it swelled larger and
larger he would slow down and the cum would start flowing but he had about
two inches of dick behind the knot and would keep moving in the rectum and
milk the man's prostrate until there was nothing left in his balls and I
would get that all in my ass.

I heard the dog trying to turn and Earl trying hard not to allow him to
tear the dick and knot out.  It was during this that he fell out of me.  I
was alright with that, I wanted my asshole on his tongue and I had a few
minutes where I was able to slid forward and get to my knees.  Earl got his
tongue inside my well fucked hole and I held my position pushing back
enough to force as much cum from my hole as I could.  He didn't seem to be
bothered by eating his own cum and worked on me until I heard Elmo plop
from his ass.

He fell satiated to the bed.

"Damn, I should put a collar on you and tie you to the bed."  I was just
joking.

"Please.  I will serve you and your dog as long as you want."  Elmo and I
have a few years left, I wondered how many years Earl would steal from my
life but honestly I don't care.  Having a young stud willing to serve me
and Elmo will stop me from being a grumpy old man for a while.