Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 17:22:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Thomas 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... hottoppop@yahoo.com